Aunty’s Darker Side Exposed – 5

Introductions : With Aunty’s divine judiciary roles as the head of a female led relationship and also a policewoman, the only women Deputy Inspector General of the state, her duties asked the proper justice. After the sets of events, Sushant starts to love his Aunty more.

The following day we woke up normally. Aunty used me the way she would do regularly. On the way when driving me to the school, she informed me about some musical night that we were going to attend in the evening. As uncle was not there, I was the sole partner left to join in with her everywhere. I loved music, that drove me into a little enthusiasm for the night. She dropped me to school and hugged me for a nice goodbye.

It was a hard day at school. I tackled the crappy affirmations from the chaotic gang and got rid of them early. I didn’t understand what made the gang to beat up and humiliate their counterparts for no reason. I took a cab to come home again.

I studied the alloted chapters with all the concentrations. It was my reporting day tomorrow and I didn’t want the punishments to turn more creepy after I added a stall already the previous day. I studied till the evening. Aunty was home by 6:30. The door opened up and there came this big 5’9 heightened lady in the police uniform coming closer to me. The majestic curves under the peripheries over her tight yellow and green uniform seemed to contemplate her godly figure.

I presented myself on the knees to kiss her feet and welcome her, and started to lick on her maroon cop boots. She nodded on my head and came close to ambush my lips in her mouth. I felt her mature lips over mine and tasted the juices over her tongue. She gave me a rough and wet kiss on my lips. Perhaps she defied the definition of incest. Aunty seeked my assistance to get the police uniform out of her alpha feminine structure. Aunty entered the bathroom in her lingerie to get a long and warm shower.

I headed towards the kitchen to make some cheese grill sandwiches for both of us. I did it for some minutes and the dinner was ready. Aunty asked me to get it served in a plate, and placed in the room.

I went upstairs in her room to place the plate there. She was coming out of the bathroom naked without considering my presence in the room. Aunty seeked my service with the towel to soak her naked showered body dry. After taking the towel at every edge of her curves, I left her 5’9 voluptuous body completely dry. She didn’t bother to put on nothing and sat in the chair with her naked alpha body.

Aunty crossed her legs upon each other to cover her mild hairy pussy as she began to eat the sandwiches. She would trim her pubic hairs everyday to keep her looks good. The big 34-D cups hanged under her neck caught my eyeballs for a several moment. She did the eating for a while. I had a hard time in keeping my eyes stable to her face. I grabbed the dirty plate from the table as Aunty got up to walk to the drawer with her naked swaying butt. I refrained myself from turning around to have any more look of her, and came out of the room with the plates.

I didn’t take longer than half an hour to get the plates washed and also to dress myself. I put on a formal shirt and some denim at the bottom with the Nike sneakers at my feet. I waited for few minutes and the door of her room finally got opened up.

Aunty was dressed in a light pink Georgette Saree, and a dark pink blouse under it. The Saree was transparent from the top making her low-cut blouse under the saree fully visible. The curvy side arcs of her big breasts were pooping out from the low cut blouse, and bounced up and down as she was walking towards me. Aunty’s tonned fat arms under the quarter half sleeved blouse, added delicacy to her plump body at the top. Keeping the exquisite cop figure aside, Aunty clearly knew the antics of fashion to add to her beauty.

She didn’t use much pleats and draped the Saree tighter on her waist to not add volumes to her heavy bottom. The pallu left the major curves of her well shaped tummy bare from the sides, and covered only the navel and the area around it. With the necklace around her neck, earrings in her ears and the shiny golden waist chain hugging around her half bare stomach, she had a fair weight of ornaments upon her. The open and golden wavy hairs upon her beautiful face, with a red dot bindi on the forehead, and a little lipstick on her fluffy lips, Aunty appeared like a total meal.

I had an open mouth in arousal as Aunty came close to me. My little erection under the pants said it all she wanted to know about her look. Aunty held my waist, and got my hand around her hips as we started walking downstairs. We had an sporty Mercedes parked already in our lawn with a driver in it. The driver came out of the car to open the door, and I entered in it after Aunty. He started the coup, to take us away.

we reached the well architectural enlightened hotel, the driver stopped just at a red carpet. There were some massive pupils gathered around the car to welcome their ‘Deputy Inspector General’ of the state. I felt a little awkward between the gathered crowd, and Aunty held my arms to walk in together with me like a real partner. Every male in the arena, glanced Aunty from top to bottom and some of them rubbed on their crotches under the suit and pant.

The ceilings of the hotel were beautifully decorated for the night, and the lightening added grace to the arena. The atmosphere was perfectly set for an auspicious evening of melodious music. We entered in like a T-rex among the crowd and were given the VIP seat at the front very close to the singer. She sat and crossed her legs upon one another while I took the seat as well next to her. The musical night began, and there was certainly a good wave of melodies flowing in the ambience. Aunty was enjoying the music until the seat next to her got filled in. The guy who came on the seat, looked at Aunty with a smile. She smiled back.

The guy was close to 6’4, stout, muscular, and tough. He had a nice pair of suit and pant on and his hairs were done nicely that made him to look very handsome. He began to talk with Aunty. Aunty was very frank and comfortable with him, like she knew him since years. While talking, the guy was very free to touch all over her thighs and waist, and Aunty didn’t mind it at all. I didn’t know what was going on, and without much reactions kept enjoying the melodies in the air.

Aunty introduced me to the guy, and then the guy introduced himself as Shwet as we shared a formal handshake. He certainly asked her if the journey from home to the arena was good, and she answered to it impulsively. I was drawn to a conclusion that the Mercedes that got us here was owned by him. They had a good conversation filled with light giggles as the musical night passed by.

The night was edging closer to its end, and Aunty and the guy went on with the conversation, “Adjust your erection dear, it’s going to be one…” Aunty cleared her throat as she moved her hand on his pant, they shared a devilish smile. Aunty acted like a very desperate bitch. Holding my hand, she got up and I left my seat with her as well. The organisers of the event surrounded Aunty, as they asked about her experience of the night. With some quick positive response, we saw our way out after a good farewell from everyone.

Shwet got us in his imported coup again. He took the wheels this time out. Aunty sat at the front seat next to him while I took the the back seat. He roamed his hands over Aunty’s thighs again but this time from under the Saree while they talked in the way. I looked at them from the back seat and didn’t utter a word. We were home in sometime. I unlocked the door with the key as they held each other by their waists, and walked in after me.

Aunty ordered me to get the bed done. I got into the room, and did the bed sheets well. They entered in a few minutes after having some conversation on the couch. I saw Aunty getting in the kitchen, to get a glass of water for herself. She took a capsule from the white box that Doctor Anushka gave her earlier, and had it with water. I assumed it must be some kind of precautionary tablet. They started to come upstairs together.

Shwet didn’t even wait for the door to get closed and pulled aunty closer by her waist. He grabbed Aunty’s ass tightly through the Saree. Aunty put her quarter half sleeved hands on his shoulders as she came up on her toes to keep tabs with his tall heightened body. She smiled and looked into his eyes. They diagonally moved their heads a little, and came close to each other. The guy put his lips on Aunty’s. She closed her eyes as the guy initiated the kiss. Shwet kissed her lower lip and then the upper one while he massaged on her gigantic butt from the Saree.

Aunty opened her lips wider to get in a quick and fast overlap upon his lips, and started smooching him roughly. The guy replied to her intensity on her lips, and continued to squeeze her butt through the Saree. I didn’t know what I was doing as the third person in the room. Aunty got herself more on her toes to get a straighter glance of his lips. It displayed like they were two old lovers still very much attracted to each other. Aunty danced her tongue intensively on him, and he had her saliva dribbling down his chin following the wet kissing. They grabbed eachother’s cheeks tightly, and opened their mouths wider and wider to wildly get in some erotic sets of wet french kisses.

He dropped Aunty’s Saree’s pallu down, and her midsection under the blouse was fully open. He grope her big cups from the dark pink blouse and squeezed on them roughly. They kept kissing each other acutely. He began to roam his hand on her flat midsection and played with her navel. Aunty had her eyes closed as she moaned in pleasure with the tickling sensation on her navel.

Aunty unbuttoned his pant to expose his 9 inched thick shaft. She played with his full size in return while kept giving him erotic open mouth kisses. I was brought into some massive discomfort under my pants while watching this.

Aunty stopped herself in between and looked at me all of a sudden. She pushed the tall guy a little to get him down on the bed. Aunty settled herself on the edge of the bed just close to his head. She leaned over his pubic area to lick his pinkish dick head. The guy moaned in a huge groan as she did it. Aunty fit her steamy eyes at me while she roamed her tongue on his entire size. I had a heavy heart, and didn’t find the look in her eyes very pleasing. She knocked her feet an the floor a little and looked down.

I knew what to do, and placed myself on the floor to sit at her feet. I did her sandals out of the feet. She got the guy’s feet hanging down as well from the bed and I did his footwear after her. Aunty placed her bare feet just at my mouth. She looked down at me, and raised her eyebrows. I knew what to do. I kissed on her bare feet as she kept sucking his dick efficiently. The guy was enjoying Aunty’s oral service. I kissed both of their feet like the little serving slave.

Aunty stopped sucking his cock and made her way out of the bed. She pulled me up from the ground by my hairs and stood closer to me. She whispered sensuously in my ears, “Come on baby, undress your mistress.” Aunty kissed my forehead and turned around.

I began to unwrap the beads of her pink Saree from her petticoat. I removed the petticoat and then her half quarter sleeved blouse as well out of her top and fat arms. Aunty was left just in the shining grey pair of bra and panties, and the necklace and waist chain on her husky hot figure. Aunty grabbed my T-shirt and removed it from over my head. She did the same to my bottom wears as well leaving me naked before the stranger.

The guy was watching the little mistress-slave play with eagerness. He glanced at Aunty’s fleshy hot body from top to bottom and his shaft grew tighter. Aunty stood at my back, and grabbed my waist to get me forward towards the bed. She used the force of her hands to bend me over the bed with my head very close to his tight nine inched cock. She held my head with her stong grip and said,

“Come on baby, display some hostility towards Mr. Shwet and show how much of a lovable slave you are. Get that penis in your mouth.” Aunty raised her pitch. She gently rubbed her hands on the back of my head. Aunty made me take his hard dick in my mouth. I gave him an good amateur blowjob on his shaft. Aunty and the guy started to kiss again while I continued to take his dick in and out of my mouth. I gave him two full minutes of blowing on his dick before Aunty stopped me. I was broken and humiliated.

I didn’t intend to take my head up and sat at the vertical side of the bed on the floor in humiliation. They ignored my presence and the guy laid Aunty on the bed to get on her top. He placed himself between her legs before sliding her panties down to expose her hairy pussy. Aunty made me kiss their feet again while she grabbed the guy’s ass in her palms and started kissing him passionately.

He slide her bra down and kissed on her big cups. The guy took her nipples in the mouth and bite on her hard tits leaving Aunty to groan in arousal. He had eaten her big bust very well by now, leaving his teeth marks at the edges. He aimed his dick at her vagina while I kept worshipping their feet with my tongue. He started to fill his shaft deeper in Aunty’s hole as she moaned heavily in pleasure.

Aunty crossed her legs over his waist as he got his dick in and out of her pussy intensively. She moaned softly in pleasure, as he fucked her with high intensity. The waist chain and necklace on her body were ringing with each thrust of his dick in her vagina. The guy kissed her neck, and kept digging his full size deeper in her hole. Both of them were very much sexually attracted to each other. I saw the muscular fella slapping Aunty tightly on her cheek, and kept fucking her insanely.

Aunty appeared like a tea bag under him, as he kept using her as his little bitch. Aunty held his butt by one hand while wrapped her other hand around his neck. Aunty kept pulling him upwards to make him fuck her harder in the classic missionary. The guy glued his tall body on her as he started to fill his full size deeper in her. I continued to feel their dirty feet in my mouth and licked them briefly. She ironically cried and begged him to be gentle while kept pulling his body to stretch her hole wider with his thick cock.

The guy turned Aunty on her stomach, as he started to fill his cock in her from behind. He penetrated his big dick in Aunty’s vagina from behind, and started to hit on her wide ass harder. He built on to his dominance as he pulled her body back by her hairs, and repeatedly spanked on her huge ass. He leaned forward to eat her lips from behind, and continued to drill in her hole harder. Aunty was loud and agile following the pleasure of the nasty sex with her muscular lover.

He began to slow down a little while Aunty took his lips from the front for a few seconds. She opened her mouth wide, and licked and kissed on his lips and tongue. Once he stopped, Aunty got him away from her top. She grabbed me by my hairs to pull me at the bed side. She didn’t say anything and brought his dick directly to my face. Aunty massaged on his already hard dick for a few seconds and it shot thick jet of cums in my mouth. In no time, my mouth was filled with his sticky white liquid. She pushed me towards the bathroom while held the guy in her arms.

I had a heavy heart when going towards the bathroom to clean myself. They hugged each other with their big bodies behind my back. I shed down a few drop of tears while washed my mouth at the basin. I made my way in the bedroom again and the guy was getting dressed in his suit and pant. Aunty was still laid in the bed with her pear naked body. He bent down to kiss on her lips for the last time as he started to leave. He gave me a little hug and said,

“You are very gentle at this young age son. You have a long way to go. I could never have done this. God bless you.” He patted on my back with a little grin. Aunty smiled at his appreciating words. He made his way out.

Now it was just Aunty and me in the room. I had my feet shivering as I stood there before her. Aunty killed the silence after a minute.

“Come here baby.” Aunty ordered me with her little heavy tone. I went to her. She grabbed my hands and pulled me towards her. I laid flat on her wide figure as she pulled me. Aunty had her face only an inch away as she looked into my eyes. I could feel her hot heavy breathing out of her nostrils from so close.

“I think you were phenomenal today baby. You might feel broken, you might feel a little lost but believe me, one day you will cherish all this.” Aunty looked straight into my eyes as she said with some little whispers. I kept looking at her silently. Aunty grabbed my hairs from the back and gently pulled me more close. Our lips were locked in a millisecond. We started kissing each other with our eyes closed.

Aunty kept running her hands in my hairs as she pressed her lips diagonally on mine. I clearly felt the love in the moment, as she began to kiss me gently. I didn’t see this side of her earlier with the guy. Aunty widened her legs to get my waist between her thighs. She held my dick to get it at her vagina. I pushed my hips in a little to get it inside her loose mature hole. Aunty moaned out a little as I we started to make love in the bed. The temperature of the room went hotter and hotter as the night passed by.

Next day, I used my time after the school efficiently to study harder. I revised every chapter till evening before Aunty’s arrival. I was in love with my mistress and I didn’t had any intention in my heart to disappoint her. Aunty’s fear and dominance was turning out to be productive in many ways for me. The clock struck seven, and Aunty arrived finally from her work.

I helped Aunty out of her tight uniform over the pear shaped body and she was changed and freshened in half an hour. We ate our dinner while Aunty got the dishes done. I revised on the chapters after eating as the time was heading close to mine The clock ticked nine and Aunty came at the door front. She walked her way down the closet to get the 4 feet long and very thick bamboo stick out. I unclothed myself to leave my body naked before Aunty.

Aunty got in the chair while made me sit naked at her feet on the cold floor. She crossed her legs upon each other and constantly dropped the cane in her other hand.

She started to speak, “Today, I would teach you some important thesis of fear. Fear is very important, no matter in what circumstances we are, if we fear, we succeed. Although this is a formal maths test, you would still learn some importance of fear.” I didn’t understand what she really meant, but by her pitch she didn’t seem to joke at all. She sounded very serious with her words.

Aunty placed the cane on my chin to get my head to face her. She started to speak again, “Do you fear me?” Her tone was very judicial and hot.

“Yes mam, I fear you more than anything. If I am the cosmos asking for prosperity, then your importance in my life be as a northern light and a thunderstorm, whom would make me or break me respectively at any required moment. I love you as much as I fear you.” I took my time to answer honestly.

Aunty blushed a little, “oh, that was some speech, although you were supposed to answer in just yes or no. I would keep up with this misbehavior when exerting the punishments. Shall we start baby?” Aunty dropped the cane tightly on the floor just an inch away from my feet.

I answered in a little shiver, “Yes, mam.” I didn’t know about the post happenings, but I was in very much fear already. The sound of the cane strike made me to get in so much of creep inside my heart. I was shivering tightly as we started.

It was a maths test, and Aunty gave me some tough formulas to write on my own. Out of the first three questions, I was inaccurate a little at just the second question. Aunty laughed pensively as she was checking my answers. “I didn’t expect you to learn about the fears already, baby. Have a closer look at this!” Aunty leaned in to show the red cross she did on the second inaccurate question. “What is this?”

“A red cross mam.” I said softly, and shivered tightly as if what was going to happen.

“It’s just not a red cross baby, this is the symbol of the fear you should keep yourself away from, otherwise…..” Aunty paused and kept the paper right before my face, as I watched the red cross with very much concentration. Aunty held the cane high in her hand.

She dropped the cane ten times on my left palm. With each swing on my palm, I spit out heavy cries. I was hypnotised with the image of the red cross before me, and it felt like that the cross was whacking me on my hands and not her. The intensity was stinging the each edge of my hand. My palm was beet red, and burning in pain after the end of sixth stroke.

Aunty gave me some problems to solve, I wrote the other answers with my compatible right palm. Aunty checked my answers, and laughed this time out. I didn’t get one problem right. The red cross was twice the size than the initial one now. I started to shiver badly as soon as I had the glimpse of it. “It seems like the bigger member is coming for you this time out.” She knew about my mental state, and things going inside of it.

I paid the heaviest price this time out. The thick bamboo got whacked fourteen times on the same palm leaving it hot and heavy in pain. The bigger red cross was doing this to me. With the painful burning and increased weight of my hand due to the caning, I feared even the thoughts of red crosses. I had a good lesson learned to stay away from inaccuracies and get the accuracy from next time.

At the time when we were going to end it up, Aunty took a piece of paper before my eyes with a big red cross marked diagonally all over it. It was very big and dark red cross, and the cane was also laying next to it. My heartbeats went up, and I started to pull myself back in fear. I had tears out of my eyes by the horror aversion of the big red cross. As soon as Aunty saw me crying, she got the paper away from my eyes. I was crying harder in no time.

Aunty got me tightly in her arms, as I continued to whine harder likes newborn baby. I didn’t stop crying until Aunty made her move. WHACKKKKK!!! I never experienced a slap so hard before, and I stopped to cry louder.

“Shhhhhh…. everything is alright young man, no red cross is here to harm you until I’m am here. Right?” I looked at her like a little pup with the tears in my eyes. Aunty bared her breast, and fed me with her big bust. Suddenly the grief inside my heart fade as I slurped in her sweet breast milk like a newborn baby. Aunty was playing with my hand.

Later on, she fit me in her muscular arms to cuddle me to sleep with her well built body. As the moon kept floating in the dark sky, I fell asleep in my mistress’ arms.

I woke up with some swathes of bandage over my palm. It was little healed as well from the beating it took last night. I didn’t know how it got on my palm overnight but certainly knew the person who did it. My mistress still had her big cups pressing on my back and she muscular legs wrapped around my waist. Her nipples were bruising my back and strong fat arms around my tiny waist. The alarm clock finally went off. Aunty woke up.

She undid herself from my body and got out of the bed. As soon as I saw her getting out, I placed myself on the floor. Aunty smiled a little from her beautiful face as she came forward to vault on my face with her big bottom and pissed in my mouth. I gulped it down under my throat with only a little discomfort. I was getting used to the taste of my mistress’s dirt. She got herself in her leggings and T-shirt to leave for her fitness session.

Aunty dropped me to school in her beacon light SUV. The uniformed lady grabbed me in her arms and said, “Tighten up your laces baby for the punishment.” She kissed my forehead and got in her SUV again. I did fear the toughness of her words and the outcome it could create. The time in the school passed crudely as it does often. I took the comments on my masculinity and many more shit from Devansh and his maniac gang. Due to their terror in the school, some students withdrew their admissions, this was not good, and it was needed to stop now. The hectic phase of the school ended, and I grabbed a ride home.

Aunty came home around seven. I helped her to change. The night started to heat up after she took me to her underground punishment room. It had drilled chains already in the walls. Aunty fastened my hands in the chains, leaving me tied and bounded with my arms up in the air. She came at my front and held me by my chin. Aunty planted a rough kiss on my lips. I kissed back shivering while she rubbed her hands on my little butt.

Aunty got the thick leather whip out and she showed it to me. I never tasted the whip till date and I pissed some drops in fear. She conveyed the concept of ‘Fear’ again before starting to drop the whip on my assets. The first swing of the whip on my butt took me by surprise. It was sharp and thick that sting my entire butt. I screamed out of pain. Aunty had no mercy flowing in her veins as she stepped back to bring it on my butt for more than 15 times. The whip was thick and hard which left my butt to burn out of pain. By now, I feared the whip more than anything. She was a cruel hypnotist.

After every stroke, Aunty yelled loudly my every little mistake from the cleaning to the inaccuracies in the answering. To add to my miseries, she controlled my mind again with the red cross and canes antics. My body shivered in fear and I was fainted in pain when Aunty undid my hands from the chain. She helped my loose whipped body to get me inside the room. Aunty grabbed me in her arms after getting inside. I had some thick drops of tears out of my eyes in pain even though I didn’t intend to cry. Aunty wiped the tears out of my face as she kissed me on the cheeks once.

I was in so much pain but that was taken away when my mistress laid me over her knees to massage on my welts. She did it twice in the night before getting to sleep. We slept in the bed in each other’s arms. Aunty placed my head under her arms as she glued my little body under her neck. I wrapped my arms around her thick and wide waist with my head on her big bust. I felt very safe under her shade. I loved my mistress more than anything. We slept in some moments.

It was a Sunday morning, and I woke up with my heavy bottom in pain. Aunty didn’t let me come out of the bed, and took all of the chores’s responsibility upon her shoulders. She did all the work till afternoon while I remained in the bed, snoozing and changing positions. The clock struck two, and we came back in the room after having our lunch. Aunty gave the vaccination on my welts while I was in the bed. She put my head in her lap and started to tap on it.

I didn’t feel much sleepy after having slept for so long in the day. Without a word, I kept feeling her big and soft thighs under my cheeks, while she continued to tap on my head. I finally had darkness before my eyes but was only half asleep. Aunty’s iPhone rang and she picked the call,

“Don’t fucking release him, I’m getting Sushant to sleep, can’t you wait for a fucking minute more.” Aunty said in a rough whispering tone with a little grinding between her teeth. She sounded a little annoyed. I was only half asleep and I heard what she just said. Aunty lovingly kissed on my forehead, and got my head off her lap. She opened the drawer to get something. I felt something soft covering my ears’ drums, and I knew those were the earplugs. I didn’t open my eyes or moved for a couple of minutes.

I gathered the courage to open my eyes a little finally, and there was nobody in the room. I went on to check the bathroom as well with mute steps, and Aunty was not there as well. I fit my eyes at the window crack. I saw Aunty in the hall-way; the doorbell rang. She went to open the door, and I was left in total shock with the person that entered in. It was Devansh, my classmate and the very same guy that was bullying me and the others from over a month. Aunty let him in and closed the door.

“Thank you for choosing me, ummm.. Anamika aunty.” Devansh said as he got in middle of the hallway. Aunty started laughing on his words and she gone close to him.

“That’s so intimidating, young man. Do I really look like an Aunty to you?” Saying that, Aunty grabbed his hands under her palms and placed them on her big ass through the joggers. Devansh had a shivering pair of hands as they got placed over her round ass. Aunty didn’t wait for a second and held his head from the back to go more close to his face. She planted her lips on his to start kissing him. Aunty did a round of adjustments before getting into a wet kiss with the teenager.

Devansh was a national level basketball player. Standing at 6’2 and with a athletic physique, he was much well built for a teenager. He used his body strength to roam his hands all over Aunty’s curves as they kept kissing passionately with their lips wider and wider. I didn’t really had a pleasant vibe running down my heart after looking at the guy who was bullying me from such a long time, making out with my loving Aunty. He did enjoy his time with the pear figured mature lady for more than five minutes before he stopped.

“Sushant doesn’t really deserves to be called as your nephew. Low in ethic, physique and aggression, he is such a loser.” Devansh laughed as he said that to Aunty. Aunty laughed along with him.

“Yes yes, I know that. He is a very weak and loose character, easier to manipulate. I deserve someone like…YOU.” Aunty grabbed his T-shirt and took it out of his body. “He can never have his front as tight and sloppy as this one.” Aunty spoke with a sensuous tone as she kept roaming her hand on his husky chest and abs. Aunty undid his pants as well leaving his close to 8 inched dick bare. “Oh, look at that animal, my little prodigal nephew could never get that. He is such a pimp.” They started to kiss again as Aunty kept running his tight dick inside her palm.

I felt like crying after listening to all that about myself, coming out from my Aunty. I loved her more than anything, and this definitely hurt. They planted erotic open mouth kisses and continued to make out. Aunty stopped after a minute, “Don’t you harass that little pimp in the school time? I bet he must be starting to cry.” Aunty giggled as she interrogated him. Devansh started laughing loudly after hearing that from aunty. He laughed for few seconds before answering,

“Ofcourse I do. Even though he never provokes a conversation, we keep bashing him to humiliation for no reason. He gets close to crying but it’s always so fun.” Devansh said as he kept laughing. Aunty looked into his eyes as she kept massaging his round filled testicles with her hand. He had his eyes closed in temptation as she kept on doing it silently and looking into his eyes. “Oh my balls, you have such a lovely touch.” Was all he could spit out in the state of pleasure. Aunty smiled again and broke the silence finally.

“Speaking of balls young man, even though my son has a leaner physique, there is still something that makes him better than you and your tiered people.” Aunty had a little change in her tone as she spoke.

“What?” Devansh asked.

She grind her teeth a little and started to speak, “He doesn’t have balls to harass any person with or without any cause. While you…”

Suddenly the reaction over Aunty’s face changed as she looked him in his eyes, she looked angry. Aunty kneed his balls hardly, and Devansh’s smile faded away from his cheeks. He cried in pain holding his testicles. As soon as he bent down to hold his balls, she hit her knees on his balls the second time with an increased intensity. He couldn’t take the pain of it and fell down directly on his knees. “What the fuck do you think you are…!” Devansh couldn’t even finish his sentence before Aunty dropped a hard soccer kick on his balls with her right foot.

The impact of the last kick was very hard as he got laid on the floor holding and massaging his testicles, and struggled to breathe. Aunty went to the couch and got a pair of handcuffs out from behind the pillow. The temperature and altitude of the room was heated up all of a sudden. He got laid on the floor whining and crying in pain on his balls.

Devansh had a hard time in straightening up his body and to breathe again in peace. Aunty didn’t seem to like his comfort and she instilled the hardships on him again. She kicked the struggling teenager on his balls for the fourth time in three minutes. It made him get laid on the floor with his body squeezed in pain.

Aunty took his hands at the back, and tied his wrists with the steel handcuffs. Devansh opened his eyes wide in shock as he tried to pull his hands out of the steel bangles. He got into crying after finding no escape from there. Aunty’s phone rang again and she attended it, “Yes.” Saying just a word, she hung up. As soon as she placed her phone back, the front door of the house opened up in a whisker.

Three ladies dressed in tight shiny leather from top to bottom came in from the door. I did remember the one of the lady, it was Meera, the exact lady whom helped masi in the erotic encounter of ‘Don L’. Meera had a featherweight structure like a regular collegian and looked very beautiful even in the hot leather wear. The second lady after her was medium built, not very husky not very skinny. She had her hairs tied to a looped pony and appeared to be very elegant in her long loose sleeveless T-shirt and tight skinny leather jeans on her tall structure which was more than Aunty’s.

The third woman in the line was not very fair with a tanned skin, but her curvy body and big bust said it all that I wanted to know about her. She was not very tall, close to 5’6. She had a small leather jacket at her topthat was chained till halfway showing the major curvy edges of her bust. She was hot. With them together in this attire, it all seemed like a Mistresses’ brawl in the house. I was curious for what was going to happen the next.

All of the ladies smiled at aunty, and with a little nod of her, they put their hands out of the door. All of them respectively pulled in one hooded guy from outside. The guys were hooded and handcuffed like Devansh. Meera closed the door, and pushed the respective guy with her in. The pretty tall lady also got her fellow male in, while the third one with the bulgy lady seemed to be more stubborn. He was a miniature guy who showed his strengths to try to not get in.

The plump lady grabbed him by his hairs, and used her knee to kick him tightly on his groin. She kicked him repeatedly to drag and roll him on the ground towards his compatriots. She was ruthless, and showed absolutely no mercy. All of them were laid down on the floor with Devansh. I understood Devansh’s case, but I was out of clue regarding the other three guys. The ladies did their hoods and their faces were finally revealed. It was shocking to see Aakarsh, Hansh, and Pranay on the floor with Devansh. Them four were the group of maniacs always bullying and humiliating random students on purpose for no reasons involved.

They looked at Devansh’s naked painful state and were left guessing with their freaked out reactions. Pranay got on his knees and said, “We would report you to cops if you stepped forward to do anything with us. I’m warning you.” He was very loud and had a shivering tone down his throat as he said that. Pranay was brought in by the tall lady, and she stepped forward after hearing that. She took out a small sound recording device from her pocket, and turned it on. It queued and Pranay’s arousing voice started to get heard from it.

He confessed to every of their wrong doings towards the students with the lady’s tempting voice questioning in the background. He revealed it all to her just like Devansh confessed before Aunty. The pretty lady smiled and brought a hard smack over Pranay’s face, and he fell down on the ground. Suddenly, the other two ladies took out the similar devices with the other two’s confessions as well. Devansh looked at Aunty, and she just rolled her eyes towards the couch showing a recording device.

They got the respective teenagers with them out of their clothes, and left them naked on the floor with Devansh. They were left wondering as in what trap they all got hung upside down. Aunty and her squad of gorgeous ladies had an intelligent and sensible approach in doing this thing effortlessly. The ladies surrounded four of them and started to speak in parts,

“You are free to do whatever you can but…what if these recordings gets revealed before your parents…and also before the school authority…you could get homeless or even face an academics ban for LIFE.” Aunty ended it with her last judiciary words.

All of them grabbed the feet of each lady that brought them in. They began to beg for apologies and kept their heads at their feet. Aunty leaned in towards their heads and grabbed their chins one by one under her palms. “I want to see how my son would cry in this situation after you would harass him for no reason. Do it for me, start crying!” Aunty undid their chin to set them free, and looked at all four of them with her stern demanding eyes. All four of them started to bawl loudly with fake cries like the group of nocturnal wolves piping up under the moon light.

They cried loudly. It was very funny by the looks of it. I did smile a little while continued to peep outside. Aunty and the ladies got into a whooping laughter at them. They were left humiliated. The lady in the jacket stepped forward, “Oh Anamika, that’s too much of work for these kids. I have a better plan to make them sound real.” She had a stern and loud pitch in her voice. “Indeed Sneha, I could take a flowing advice from a bitchy sadistic social worker like you.” Aunty laughed off.

I had an awkward erection under my shorts after hearing about her occupation. She was too hot for a social worker. All the ladies grinned together. “Meera and Parita, assist Miss Sneha please.” Aunty ordered them. With two huge ‘Yes mams’ they started to help her. In the meantime, Aunty headed towards the basement.

Sneha with their help, placed every boy on their stomach at two diagonal ends with their heads facing a similar centre point between them. She used thick restraints with bondage cuffs to fasten one wrist and ankle of a boy with the successive wrist and ankle of the other boy next to them, making a total of eight tied pairs amongst 16 hands and legs. As it looked from the top, they were tied together naked, making a geometrical rhombus and were left in no state to move at all. With their head forward, they looked at each other with so much creep running down in their eyes.

Aunty returned from the basement. She didn’t return normally, but was changed into her judicial black latex suit. Each of the curve on her body, shined with the sunlight of the afternoon. She had one of her serpent like big thick leather cane in her hand. As Aunty came in, the two ladies except Meera went to the basement and returned with a whip in each of their hand. Aunty and all the three ladies put a black hood on their heads to hide their faces in it. I didn’t really understand what was going on.

Aunty turned her hooded face towards Meera, and Meera brought a handy video camera out of her bag. The video camera ticked on. Aunty stepped forward and stood between the naked boys, at an equal distance from their heads. She looked at all of them with her hooded face and said,

“We wanted you to cry exactly like you make the others cry in the school, is it our fault if you didn’t learn it properly?” Aunty interrogated towards them. They kept looking at her with their puppy eyes, before aunty yelled loudly, “IS IT?” All of them mumbled shivering, “NO… NO…NO..”

She yelled against their faces again, “No what?” The room was filled with an awkward silence for few seconds before Aakarsh, one of the guys answered, “No Mistress.” Aunty looked at the other ladies, and they were already smiling under their hoods. Aunty looked at Hansh next and he repeated after Aakarsh. “Good boy” Aunty said to Hansh. Her words of appreciation were just a mirage before she brought the whip tightly on his small butt. He screamed loudly in pain of it as soon as Aunty stroked the whip. She looked at the other two, and after their replies, brought the whips intensively on their butt as well.

She swung the whip tightly twice on skinny Aakarsh’s small butt even though he answered accurately. Aunty with some formal questions and answers, whipped every boy on their smalled butts. The intensity was high and terrifying, something I have not seen or felt very often. They were crying and screaming in pain. All of this was getting recorded in the video camera. The walls of the house were covered with soundproofing membrane that didn’t enable exchange of noises with the outside ambiance.

Meera was like any expert BDSM cinematographer, making the camera roll upon each of the edge of their whipped red butt. Aunty called the other two mistresses in leather forward with their whips in their hands. The Sneha lady undid her jacket and left everyone stunned with her open bust leather suit under the jacket, her big busts were fully exposed over her suit. They started to take turns and whipped all of them ruthlessly. The hard intensity of the whips on their butts was more like thunder claps, and they kept bawling and panting on the floor in pain.

It was not pleasing at all to see my schoolmates in such an agonizing state, but they certainly deserved it. My Aunty was a sadistic policewoman, someone who could do anything to serve the people well. The ladies kept whipping them hardly until Aunty stopped them. All of their little young bottoms and thighs had creepy red lines all over it. Meera kept shooting them from a very close range. They were all captured in the video with their dithering and suffering states after the whipping from the hooded mistresses in black leather.

“Does their cries really seemed original, ladies?” Aunty asked to all of them. Sneha stepped up again with her open bust suit. “I didn’t find it very original.” Saying that, she gave everyone a devilish smile. “I have a better remedy following this dilemma!” She exclaimed with a smile again. Sneha went to the basement to get four ten inched strap-on dildos from Aunty’s collections.

Sneha placed the camera at a safe distance to get all of them together in the frame, while the ladies got their harness over their hips. They placed all the four teenagers on their knees, and took turns to stretch all of their butt hole roughly in the doggy style with their 10 inched dildos over their hips. Their cocks hung unused as Aunty and her friends fucked them. The guys were left to scream and cry, as the ladies in the hoods gangbanged their buttocks roughly. Sneha and the tall lady – Parita were very elegant in digging their dildos inside their holes. Sneha’s big open bust from the suit moved up and down as she propelled her girl cock in them.

Meera had Devansh at her front when she was fucking the poor teenager. She stopped doing that, and cut him loose out of the restraints. She placed him in the floor on his back while did his hands again in the handcuffs. He had a big penis. Meera didn’t hit any of the boy and had her sights upon their sizes from a long ago. She gave him a merciless blowing on his shaft and got him wet very badly. The ladies laughed on her desperation as they continued go take their butt holes.

Suddenly, the ladies placed all of the guys on their knees with their hands cuffed at the back. Meera undid the leather pants from her perfect little bottom. She placed herself on her knees before Devansh, and grabbed his full size in her hands. She started to fill it in her vagina in doggy style. Once getting it in, Meera moaned heavily in pleasure. She started to push herself back and forth to get his tight dick in and out of her vagina. He was left to groan heavily in pleasure as she did it. Aunty stood at his back with the whip, and brought it tightly on his butt to make him kick in some efforts in fucking Meera.

The other two ladies stood at Devansh’s face to rub their butt from the leather roughly on his face. With the hard whipping on his butt by Aunty, he struggled to push himself in and out of her hole from behind. They positioned themselves around every boy in the same manner, and Aunty whipped them very finely on their butts to make them force in Meera, while the other two ladies bruised their faces with their leather covered butts. Meera certainly was a sex expert, and she always knew when everyone of them were coming close. She would take her body away from all of them at the climax, leaving them to a ruined orgasm with their hands cuffed. The tall lady – Parita forced them to lick their dirty cums from the floor with their tongues. They were left humiliated on the floor. Meera gone forward to end the recording.

All the guys were crying in grief by now, and the ladies gave them their space. Their cries were loud and mournful. Aunty and her squad professed them a very good lesson. The guys were given their clothes back, and they started to get dressed. Sneha with Parita, mercilessly dragged the guys to the couch, and placed them on their knees, and cut them loose out of the handcuffs. Aunty sat at the couch facing them. She handled each of them a washcloth, to clean the tears and cum out of their faces.

Aunty cleared her throat and looked into their eyes, and said, “It doesn’t matters how strong or weak you are, it’s very vital to develop mutual respect towards everybody. And certainly, if you don’t learn to do that, if you don’t be respectful to my son, we would drag you here again from any corner of the globe, and most probably, would also leak the video tape. Is it clear?” The guys had their heads down in shame as they answered to her. Aunty did manage to instill some good deeds in them with her soft and stern tone.

Aunty had a four cluster of Rs. 100 notes at the back of the couch. Aunty informed them that the four bundles were for each of them in the name of vaccinations on their cuts and welts. She placed each cluster between their teeth, to hold them like a dog they really were. Aunty didn’t show any consolation and she grabbed two of them at once by their hairs to drag them till the door on their knees. Aunty opened the door, and took turns to grab all four of them by their hairs, and kicked them out of the house one after the another.

The ladies watched all of it with much joy. I felt bad for my classmates, but it was a good lesson for them. I felt like saluting my Aunty, she was certainly my superhero with the wavy cape at her back. Aunty closed the door. The ladies stayed in for an hour as they had lunch and gossiped and chatted with each other. Aunty hugged and thanked each of them, for their services. They were gone in an hour.

Aunty changed herself to her joggers and T-shirt again, as she started to come upstairs. I laid myself in the bed to act like sleeping since more than an hour. Aunty got herself in the bed alongside me. She got close to me, and planted few large kisses with her fulffy lips on my forehead and cheeks. She slipped my head under her arms while crossed her leg upon my waist. I kept my eyes closed and, put my hands around aunty’s wide hips, and cuddled myself with her big warm body. Aunty’s body was the safest heaven on the earth. We fell asleep with each other in that position.

The following night, Aunty called in the Shwet guy again. I presented myself before him as her cuckold. My duties had no cutoffs to it as I served to her lover. Aunty allowed me to fuck her romantically, once he was gone. She spooned me again with her, following the good fucking. We drowned to sleep with each other. I loved my mistress so much.

The next day kicked off as it normally does. I took her piss twice in my mouth, while she got dressed in her uniform. Aunty dropped me to school in her beacon light SUV. The next day in the school was quite whelming. The group of the maniacs were very respectful towards everybody, and they apologized and treated me very differently by leaving their normal selves behind. They took their spare times to apologise to each and every student, they treated wrongly. Aunty’s traits apparently worked very well.

I finished the school, and went back home after taking the cab. Aunty had a half day and she was already home. She inquired about my day at the school, and following my pleasant reactions, she got the idea of the clearing of the mess. Aunty embedded my little face in her big butt as she used my services with the tongue on her anus. She used her arm strength to drown my face in her gigantic ass, and joyously suffocated me to some heavy breathings. I didn’t displease my mistress, and served her in the best possible manner.

Aunty allotted me some chemistry chapters for the reporting day. I stayed naked, and studied on the floor at her feet, meanwhile Aunty did her case studying till the evening. Aunty prepared the dinner after her works, as I kept studying. We had the dinner with each other. Aunty placed her hands around my hips and said,

“I want you to get ready baby, we are going out!” She informed me.

“Can I ask where? Mistress.” I interrogated.

“We are going to Doctor Anushka’s house baby. It’s a special night. We are meeting there for a special ‘CUCKOLD CROSSOVER’.” Aunty looked at me with a smile. She opened the room door to show my attire for the night. It was a snow white lace babydoll top with G-string. It had a matching white thong panties and two black netted thigh high stockings next to it. I didn’t understand what it meant, and I turned around to look at her.

Aunty had a little creepy grin over her face as she showed me the way forward. My legs shivered as I stepped forward to grab the feminine outfit in my hands.

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(Next part: You already know some of it guys…. I would leave you on your own to imagine. Thank you. )