Chapter 16: Torment Continues

The guy immediately grabbed both of her breasts and started kissing her neck.

“Good ... Nisha, look forward...”, Rajesh ordered.

Nisha looked towards Rajesh and the cameras as her body trembled with lust.

“Bhumi, squeeze harder...”, Rajesh shouted.

Bhumi immediately started kneading her breasts like Rajesh was doing.

“Nisha, bite your lips...”, Rajesh ordered.

Nisha bit her lips.

“Yeah ... more seductively ... good”, Rajesh kept saying.

Nisha could feel Bhumi’s hardness pressed against her back. Bhumi was kissing, licking and biting her neck and his hands were groping her breasts. People were photographing these. And Rajesh was shouting orders. Lust boiling inside her was making her lose her mind.

“Nisha, turn your face to the right side...”, Rajesh shouts.

As soon as she turns as she touches sideways, Bhumi joined their lips and she shoves her tongue inside. Then they began to kiss each other with boiling hunger.

“Bhumi, go down with your left hand ... slowly”, Rajesh shouted.

Nisha prepared for what was going to happen as his hand slithered downward. She stopped breathing as it travelled down her stomach and grabbed her between her legs.

Bhumi continued to devour her like Rajesh had done. But he was different from Rajesh too. Bhumi kept pushing the limits. Sometimes, Nisha would find her nipple being pinched over her top, she would feel his fingers slip through her top, just for a few seconds, they would touch her naked nipple, sometimes fingers slipped into her shorts, he would rub her more crudely than Rajesh ever did, hump her for few seconds, grind her with more pressure and sometimes a grunt or a moan would slip through his mouth. Each time Nisha would get overwhelmed with hope that he was going to lose control, he was going to continue, he was going to rape her but then he would disappointingly back off. All the while Rajesh was constantly shouting orders. Nisha’s body loved hearing Rajesh’s shout.

Nisha couldn’t believe she was able to hold off exploding. But she held on. She didn’t explode, she didn’t moan and she didn’t grab his hard penis and shove it in one of her desperate orifices. Her whole body was begging her, crying desperately to give in. She held on, saying to herself, “it would be over soon”. She begged her body to hold on just a little more. She prayed him to lose all control and rape her. Everytime his fingers slipped in her clothes, or he rubbed her too hard she would beg him in her head to continue but he never did. She had to control herself, hold off her explosion and stop herself from moaning and begging him.