Mrinalini S Nightmare Continues

It had been 3 days since that fateful afternoon.

Mrinalini felt powerless. She had faked an illness and refused to go to work. Her mood was so sour, even her sex-crazed husband kept his distance. Thankfully, none of her employers had raised an alarm after she told them she was unwell. She had avoided Kshitij, and it seemed like he was returning the favour.

On the 4th day, she could no longer put it off - she had to go to work. After all, she had to feed and clothe her baby, and had no expectations from her husband in that regard.

After dutifully finishing her work everywhere else, Mrinalini braced herself. She had to go to his house as well. She couldn't afford to lose this paycheck, and she foolishly hoped that if she pretended everything was okay, it would be.

But that's not how things work.

When she knocked on the door, Kshitij opened it. His prying eyes followed her to the kitchen. The multiple layers of her saree could not hide the sway of her butt. Thinking of what had transpired a few days prior, Kshitij felt himself get bigger inside his pants and reached out a hand.

Clutching Mrinalini's braid, he pulled her close. Mrinalini was shocked. She shrieked, but found a large hand on her mouth before much noise could escape. Kshitij caged her inside his arms, hugging her from behind, letting her feel in her ass what her presence was doing to him.

He mauled her breasts like an animal. Forcing a hand inside her blouse, he let it roam until he captured a nipple. He pinched her, enjoying as she squirmed inside his arms. He squeezed her breast with painful urgency, as if he had been starving for days.

Maybe he was.

A loud crack threw Mrinalini off guard. Kshitij turned around with her still inside his arms. Broken pieces of a white cup lay at Sana's feet. She looked as if she had seen a ghost. But Kshitij was unmoved. He continued to squeeze Mrinalini's breast and pulled his hand away from her mouth.

Both his hands now pinched her tits. She hadn't even noticed when he threw the blouse and bra out of his way. Sana stood at the door of the bedroom. She stayed silent.

Mrinalini sobbed. "Memsahab, please help me. He has been forcing himself on me. Please help me get out of here."

"Don't play me for a fool. I know what you did when I was gone." Sana snarled. Mrinalini's sobs stopped. Sana looked like she was about to cry. She locked the bedroom and went inside.

Kshitij turned Mrinalini around and pushed her to a wall. He placed his hands on her waist and started sucking her nipples. His handsome face was covered in sweat - Mrinalini felt a sudden surge of affection - this was the face she imagined every time her husband fucked her.

Her ginormous breasts seemed to satisfy Kshitij's hunger - milk started to ooze as Mrinalini let herself go. Kshitij was thrilled. He had never tasted a woman's milk, not as an adult, at least.

He latched on to her breast like a baby and pressed the other one. Mrinalini felt like she was on cloud nine. Here she was, being taken by a man she had obsessed over for months, while his wife was just a few feet away. She had never felt hotter.

And then... Kshitij stopped.

He stepped away, taking a look at her wet breasts. Mrinalini felt small. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with her hands. Kshitij pulled the rest of her saree in one swift move - he had to have torn something, but he did not care. He pulled down her petticoat and panties and left her naked in the middle of the hall.

Kshitij sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Mrinalini stood and stared.

"Do you need me to spell it out? Go clean that mess!" Kshitij barked.

She shivered and looked for her clothes.

"You don't need them," Kshitij smirked. "Go clean."

Humiliated, Mrinalini fetched the broom. She brushed up the shards of glass into the dustpan. Kshitij stared at her intently. When she bent to pick up the glass, her pink pussy glistened from behind her ass. Kshitij took a deep breath and felt his hand go inside his pants and touch his dick. Seeing Mrinalini, dissheveled, naked, with tears still fresh in her eyes, her curly long braid between the crack of her ass - he hadn't seen anything sexier.

Just as he was starting to get excited, Sana opened the door. She jumped upon looking at Mrinalini's stark naked figure, and glared at Kshitij, who was stroking his cock.

"You pig." She screamed.

It took Kshitij barely a second to leap from the sofa and hold Sana by her throat. "You have no right to judge me, you bitch!" Kshitij screamed back as he held her. Mrinalini was mortified. She had never seen Kshitij like this. He looked rabid.

Kshitij pulled Sana by her hand, and back they went inside their bedroom. He threw her on the bed and pulled his pants down. His throbbing cock was out in the open, staring at Sana's anxious face. "You wouldn't..." She began, but was cut short when Kshitij sat her up and yanked her face towards his dick. With one foot on the bed and his dick now deep inside Sana's mouth, Kshitij felt like he was in heaven. He rammed her beautiful, fair face in anger - Sana had never been subjected to this. He had been so good to her. But now? She was just another slut for him to fuck.

Sana choked. He still wouldn't stop.

Mrinalini had been looking at them quietly thus far, but when Sana looked like she would faint from the lack of air, she called him. "Sahab. Please stop. She needs to breathe."

Kshitij turned and laughed. He let Sana go. Sana felt like her throat was on fire. Kshitij tugged at Mrinalini's nipples and pulled her closer. "I am still hard. You go." He pushed her to her knees and held his breath as she started sucking him without fighting him off.

Kshitij's wet dick penetrated the back of Mrinalini's throat as she struggled to not feel nauseated. She wasn't used to this. Her husband never requested it, and she was glad, because he was a smelly, ugly bastard.

Kshitij had a monstrous dick, or so Mrinalini thought. It was only the second one she had ever seen. She felt barely conscious as he face-fucked her, and only came to her senses when he spurted his seed inside her. She swallowed it all. It tasted horrible, but for some reason, she wanted to please him.

Kshitij looked hungrily at Sana, who looked on as another woman pleasured him. They had once made vows of eternity to each other, and this is what it had come to. He climbed to the bed and then onto Sana, crushing her under his weight. She struggled under his huge 6-foot frame. Compared to him, she was tiny.

Kshitij's cock was still just as huge. It needed to feel the warmth of a pussy.

He wrenched away Sana's T-shirt and tore off her bra. Her breasts were not as large as Mrinalini's, but she had small pink nipples that drove him crazy. He pushed her pants down to her knees but let the lacy panties stay on - this is what he liked about her. She was always ready to be fucked.

But today, Kshitij had other plans. He turned his head to look at Mrinalini, who was still kneeling beside the bed. With a show of fingers, he invited her to join them. When Sana saw her step in, she violently shook her head under Kshitij's steely grip. Kshitij ignored her. He sat on top of Sana with his knees against the bed, securely enclosing her under him. He pulled Mrinalini closer, who hesitated inches away from him. Sana looked on, horrified.

He tugged at Mrinalini's breasts and leaned to suckle on her tit. His mouth laboured around her dark nipple as he sucked. Sana made no attempt to scream. She had resigned to her fate and closed her eyes. Kshitij found his way inside Sana's panties and started circling her clit. He knew what she liked, and he was going to make her enjoy this. He wanted her to remember this day forever.

Sure enough, Mrinalini started lactating again. Kshitij gulped her milk down like a starved child. Sana couldn't bear to look at them, but Kshitij's fingers were doing their thing, and the tingling warmth between her legs only grew with time.

Kshitij was absolutely ravaging Mrinalini's tits, snarling and biting and gnawing his way into her milk laden mounds. Mrinalini moaned in response. She had never felt a pleasure so intense and raw. She clutched Kshitij's hair timidly, afraid of frustrating him again.

Her feet curled at the end of the bed. She needed to feel him inside her. She tugged at his hand and attempted to guide it towards her pussy, but Kshitij slapped it away. Instead, he pulled her hand and guided it to her pussy before he left her and her breasts alone.

He was now focused on Sana, who, to her horror, was about to come. Kshitij held her by her throat and made his way to her pink nipples, giving them each a bite. Sana cried. She wasn't used to this man who had taken over her husband's body. Kshitij licked her all the way down her abdomen before he landed on her crotch. Her lacy panties were wet. He tore them off of her and slid in two fingers inside her pussy.

Sana couldn't keep it in anymore. She came immediately at the touch of his fingers inside her, but Kshitij wouldn't stop. He prodded and massaged her pussy, enjoying as she struggled underneath him, not wanting to come again. Kshitij put his tongue in and started to swirl it inside her pussy - driving her crazy. She came again, and again, and again - until Kshitij was satisfied with her helplessness.

Once he was done, she might as well have begged for his cock - She held it in her palm and guided it inside her pussy. But Kshitij brushed it off. "You're not getting fucked today." He snapped. He left her to the side and slid between the two women. Lying down, he directed Mrinalini to sit on his dick.

Apprehensive, Mrinalini complied. She squatted over him and eased down on his shaft. She felt waves of pleasure inside her that she had never experienced. Kshitij held her by her ass, slapping it on occasion, encouraging her to ride him faster. Mrinalini was used to her husband using her for release and then forgetting all about her two minutes later. But Kshitij? He was an animal. Never satisfied, always hungry.

Sana found herself fingering her pussy. She needed to feel something inside, something bigger - but her husband was busy fucking another woman right by her side. She couldn't help but feel a little excited, a little hot between her thighs. Here was her husband, taking their nineteen-year-old maid by force. She should have been appalled. Instead, she was inching closer to another orgasm. Watching her masturbate only made Kshitij hornier.

Mrinalini bounced on his dick, unsure what to do, until Kshitij's guided her to sway her hips. She leaned across the bed frame, breasts hanging above his face like ripe fruits. Kshitij jumped at the chance. As she rode his dick, he sucked her nipples again, waiting for more milk. Mrinalini had never felt sexual joy like this before. She would have risen and sunk on his length all day long if he had let her. After what felt like an entire lifetime of pleasure, Kshitij asked her to move.

He then turned her around and pried open her ass. Mrinalini writhed under his palm, but she was too horny to move away. He slid his tip inside her pussy once again, and this time, what she felt inside her stomach can only be described as visceral. She felt like he was all the way inside her. She could name all her gods in this moment if it had not been disrespectful. Kshitij rode her like an animal. He spanked her and pinched her until she cried. To have control over her body made him feel like he owned the world.

Sana moaned as she watched her husband fuck their maid. Her pussy was a wet mess that wouldn't stop oozing. Just as Kshitij was about to come, he pulled his cock out of Mrinalini's pussy and shook it over Sana's breasts. She did not turn away as he came all over her beautiful face.