Welcome to the new episode of this series. Please make sure you have read the “Testimony of Hameeda” series before reading this one. This is the sequel of that series. And don’t forget to read the “Explanation” part at the end of this story for some clarification. Enjoy the story! ~Story starts~ By now, Hamida had made up her mind to accept her fate with Vivan, her brother-in-law. It didn’t seem like there was no way out for her from him, but she decided to try to talk to her husband Arav to keep him away. She knew the risk or the possibility of refusal, but she decided to try it anyway. “If this doesn’t work, be whatever it is,” she thought to herself. Another week or so passed by. One morning, she woke up to the usual nightmare. “I won’t be able to come home tonight, baby,” Arav said, preparing to leave. If it wasn’t for the sex they had, their marriage would have been ripped apart months ago, Hamida thought. “Well, what to do, Arav. By the way, can you ask Vivan not to stay here tonight?” “Okay,” Arav said in a surprised tone. “But why, exactly?” “I dunno I just…don’t feel very comfortable around him anymore, Arav. No offense…I know he is your brother but…,” she said as she hugged him and kissed his lips. “Can you please tell him?” “Of course, honey. I will,” he said as he kissed her forehead. She smiled, closing her eyes. “Bye baby, imma miss you,” Hamida said as her husband left. “Should I buy some birth control?” she asked him as he was about to leave. “Uhm, no. I play a good pullout game,” Arav said with a smile as he left. Hamida still went to the pharmacy to buy birth control. This was the first time she was outta her new home to buy something by herself and the first time she was at the pharmacy. The pharmacy was lonely. Except for the cashier and his pharmacist, who were both middle-aged men, there was nobody around. She was wearing a long-sleeved salwar with a zip in the back, running from the neck area all the way down to her hip. She didn’t wear her headcover. Around this part, “her people” weren’t living and she didn’t wanna arouse any suspicion. She had the salwar clothe around her neck. “You must be Arav’s wife, right?” The pharmacist (let’s call him ‘A’) asked with a smile. “Well, yeah, but how did you know? Do you know my husband?” “Everyone here knows the family,” he said with a submissive tone. But as he said so, she noticed his cunning look. The pharmacist handed over the birth control she was asking for. And as she tried to take it in her hands, he held her wrists tightly with his hands! ~Sex starts~ Hamida was shocked when she looked at the door of the pharmacy. The cashier (let’s call him ‘B’) had turned up the “Closed” sign, locked the door and came running. The pharmacist pulled her hands into his place. Hamida’s face was touching the glass in front of her that separated her and the pharmacist. She was supposed to take the medicine from him through that hole. Hamida was now leaning against the glass with her ass directed towards her behind. As the pharmacist held her in place by her wrists, the cashier stood behind her, pressing his crotch into her and laying himself on her back and started playing with her boobs through her dress. “You like that, huh?” the pharmacist asked with a perverted smile. The cashier pressed her nipples back into her boobs. He then unzipped her salwar from behind and pulled it down to her elbows. He unlocked her bra and pulled it down as well. That was when the pharmacist let go of Hamida’s hands. The pharmacist came towards her. “Go ahead and feel her titties, pal,” the cashier said. “Mm mm!”, Hamida, who had already started enjoying this sudden turn of erotic events, said as she slightly moved her head to both sides. The pharmacist’s eyes burned with lust as he looked at Hamida’s tits greedily. “Man, look at the size of these things,” he said as he squeezed each of her boobs in each of his hands. “This is a fucking milking cow, man!” He said as he hit her tits against each other a few times. “I wanna taste,” the pharmacist said as he placed his mouth on Hamida’s right tit and started sucking it. He kept squeezing the other nipple with his right hand. His left hand rubbed her down to her pantie, slid inside it and started feeling around and inside her pussy. The pharmacist was sucking Hamida’s tit so hard that it was making a sound. Hamida was wet. Her nipples were erect. She felt the cashier’s bulge on her ass. As the pharmacist was eating and feeling her tits, the cashier held her by her jaw, turned her face upwards and started eating her mouth. “Does it hurt you?” the pharmacist asked as he bit her nipple. The cashier was still holding her in place. “Mmmh!”, Hamida let out a loud moan into the cashier’s mouth. Later, the pharmacist let go of Hamida’s boobs, pushed her pants down, slid his right hand into her panty, placed his index and little fingers over her pussy, sent his middle and ring fingers into her pussy and started rubbing it up and down fast. Her pussy was wet and so, it was also making a sound. Hamida was leaking like nothing and she felt herself getting so much pleasure which she wanted. Her legs started bending and the cashier let her get down to her knees, as he also knelt down behind her. “Is it over yet?” Hamida asked as he let go of her mouth. “Far from that,” the pharmacist said, pulling down his pants and revealing his cock. She looked at it in an empty glance. He pushed it to her lips. Hamida opened her mouth and took his dick all the way inside. As the pharmacist held her head in place with his hands and started fucking her mouth, the cashier pulled down her panties with his left hand and started fucking her pussy from behind, kneeling behind her. After the cashier penetrated Hamida for the first time, he placed his knees on the outside and pulled Hamida’s knees together. This made her feel his dick tightening against her vaginal walls. He sent his right arm around her body, squeezed her left boob and kept fucking her. Now, the pharmacist was fucking Hamida’s mouth and the cashier was fucking her pussy. “Ggk! Ggk!” she was gagging in the rhythm in which the pharmacist was fucking her mouth. Suddenly, she felt the pharmacist’s semen hit her throat. She didn’t wanna have them but still, she swallowed it all. Soon enough, she orgasmed. “Aah…Oh god…oh shit!” she said as her eyes went upwards with the orgasmic relief. But the cashier wasn’t done. After the pharmacist left aside, the cashier kept fucking her pussy. “Please, don’t come inside. I am not on the pill yet,” Hamida moaned. The cashier increased his pace further and further. He was gripping Hamida’s left tit and her right arm. Finally, with his last push, he squeezed her left tit and pulled it upwards. He pulled her right arm downwards, making her bend backward even further. “Aaah!” Hamida moaned as she was bent backward. But with his last push, his dick plopped out of her now badly wet pussy and his semen was shooting all over her panty and pants. As the cashier left her, stood up and left aside, Hamida fell to the floor, breathing heavily. ~Sex ends~ “There you go, ma’am,” the pharmacist said, handing over the pills to Hamida, as the cashier went back to open the pharmacy. They were all back dressed by now, but Hamida’s hair was a mess and her pants had the marks of the cashier’s semen. “No need of any money, ma’am,” the pharmacist said with his usual, perverted smile. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even look at him in the eye. As she left the pharmacy, another guy (say F), emerged from behind a rack full of medicine. He had his phone in his hand. Her eyes widened in horror, thinking about the possibility of having been recorded by him. “Oh God, what a day!” Hamida thought as she walked outside. Her left-hand fingers automatically went to her forehead as if she suddenly had a headache. As the cashier opened the pharmacy again, she went outside, and on a nearby cement wall bordering a nearby tunnel were three youngsters checking out Hamida. As Hamida walked back home, she remembered the hungry, pervy smiles of the three youngsters. Back at home, she went to her room, got butt naked and checked herself in the mirror. There were teeth and finger marks on her tits, her neck, and her hip. As she looked at them with a slight smile, she slowly rubbed them with her fingers. The scary thought that she might have been recorded was still running in her mind though. ~Story ends~ Explanation: The reason I used A, B, and F instead of some names, was because in reality there was no way Hamida could have known the names of these three people. Hamida knew the names of his brother-in-law, and obviously, that of his husband. So I’ve used actual names (not their actual names, lol) for them. I hope to follow the same format on the following episodes too. Thanks for reading my new Indian group sex story. Don’t forget to send me your comments and suggestions to my email – [email protected]
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