“Dham, Dham.” Someone banged the door again and I moved away from Reddy. Now Reddy got angry, and he signaled me to stand behind the door. Then he slowly opened the door and saw a short guy in his mid 30’s maybe. He was in a police uniform. He was standing there with a baton in one hand and a walkie-talkie in another. I felt terrified when I saw the policeman. Reddy was about to push him away, but “Is everything alright?” someone said from the other side of the walkie-talkie. Reddy stopped midway “What do you want?” Reddy asked the policeman standing firm on the door “What are you hiding inside?” The policeman questioned back as if he knew Reddy wasn’t alone “Nothing is here. Go away now,” Reddy yelled at him “There has been a robbery. I have to check. If you don’t allow me, then I will have to call others,” The policeman said, bringing the walkie talkie to his mouth Reddy eventually moved back in. I almost cried as the policeman too came in. He quickly got in as if he knew that Reddy wasn’t alone in the toilet. He saw me standing behind the door, only in my salwar and kurti. Without saying a word, he placed his baton on my cheeks and started moving it down slowly. He stopped when the baton reached her neck. I looked at Reddy standing still. I couldn’t understand how I was feeling at that point. There were different thoughts in my mind. “What the hell are you doing?” Reddy caught that policeman’s collar and pushed him against the toilet gate. “Do you want me to call others?” the policeman said, bringing the walkie-talkie again close to his mouth. I thought that these men would start a fight here, and that would create a scene. And that’s the last thing I wanted. So I held Reddy’s hand and pulled him away from the policeman. I could feel that Reddy was a bit tensed and worried. Looking at me, Reddy took a step back. The policeman again stood in front of me, and he got courageous now. He then brought the baton further down, and he pressed the baton deep against my boobs. I let out a sigh “Aahhhh,” as he pressed the baton right on my nipple through my kurti. I looked at Reddy and assured him that it’s alright. So far. The policeman then looked at me as he pressed the baton against my other boob and did the same. “Who is this man? Doesn’t look like your husband.” The policeman asked me, pushing the baton deep in my kurti from above, in between my boobs. I trembled as I felt a long and thick baton stuck in between my boobs “Who is he?” The policeman asked me again. This time he got close to me, placing both his hands on either side of my neck. The policeman was hardly an inch taller than me “My…dad,” I murmured and then looked at Reddy His eyes lit up. Did I call Reddy my dad? The policeman was as shocked as Reddy and me. First, he looked at me and then at Reddy. I bit my lips the moment I said that as I regretted saying that. “Really? Dad and daughter?” The policeman asked both Reddy and me, surprised. I was in a dilemma of what I should say. Before I could say anything to the policeman “Is everything alright?” His walkie-talkie beeped again. Both me and Reddy looked at him. “What should I say?” The policeman asked Reddy “What do you want from us?” Reddy asked him straight away. The policeman looked at me, placed his hand on the baton in between my boobs, and pulled it out of my kurti. “I want her,” The policeman said, moving the baton down to my pussy and pressing it against her crotch. “Aah,” I moaned in front of the policeman as I felt the baton pressed against my pussy “Come out with me. You stay here,” Reddy thought for a while and said that. Both Reddy and the policeman went out as I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what would happen. I was worried as I stood in the toilet alone. A few minutes later, only Reddy came in. I was very happy to see him alone. I hugged him right away. “I knew you would find a way,” I said. “Wait, Kavita. The policeman is still outside,” Reddy said “What?” I moved back, looking confused “You will not have to fuck him,” Reddy said “And go on. I asked as I knew there was more to this. “You will have to get naked and give him a handjob,” Reddy finally told me “What?” I almost yelled I looked at Reddy. He looked at worried as me. I knew he tried his best, but we had no option now. “Do I have to get naked?” I asked him “Yes, Kavita. He was very persistent on that,” Reddy told me “I don’t have much time,” The policeman yelled from outside. “He won’t let this chance go away. Let’s get away with this,” Reddy told me, pulling my salwar’s knot again. It fell on my ankles, and then he pulled my Kurti off my body. I was naked for the third time in front of Reddy in the last few hours. Reddy opened the door and closed it as soon as the policeman came in. The policeman’s eyes fell out as he saw my naked body. The policeman was standing right in front of me. Reddy was standing behind me. All three of us were cramped in that small toilet. “Get it done now. Fast,” Reddy told him The policeman placed his one hand on my boobs, and with the other, he started unzipping his pant. I moved back and hit Reddy’s body as the policeman mauled my boobs and pulled my nipple. He then took my hand and placed it on his cock. His cock was not as big as Reddy’s, but it was still ok. Reddy had his hands on my waist. I felt turned on. I started grinding my ass on Reddy’s crotch and slowly moving my fingers on the policeman’s cock. The policeman had now started to maul my boobs roughly as if they were the last pair left. Reddy’s cock was in his pant. But I felt his cock rubbing against my naked ass the very next moment. I looked back and realized that Reddy had taken his cock out. It was hard again. I was falling in love with Reddy’s cock. He had already cummed twice, too much, and now he was hard again. I moved my other hand back and grabbed Reddy’s cock. I had a cock in each of my hands now. I was shaking both the cocks vigorously. I was licking my lips with my tongue as I felt horny holding two hard cocks together. The policeman took this opportunity and placed his lips on mine, and started sucking my tongue. I was too much in heat to stop him. So instead, I pushed my tongue further back into his mouth and let him suck it completely. Now Reddy had held both my boobs from behind. I was moving my ass on his cock while the policeman was savoring my mouth. Reddy then signaled the policeman to sit on the toilet seat. The policeman sat there. I stood in the doggy style, still milking the policeman’s dick. Reddy stood behind me, spreading my legs. I spread my legs, and that very moment Reddy buried his dick deep in my pussy from behind. “Aah,” I cried out in pain as Reddy’s dick went deep in my pussy, tearing it apart. The policeman again kissed me to stop my cry. But I guess he just wanted to suck my lips and tongue. Reddy placed his hand on my waist and started banging my pussy deep again, the second time that night. I bit the policeman’s lip and moaned in his mouth every time Reddy slammed his cock in my pussy. My boobs jiggled in front of the policeman with every thrust from behind. Finally, I started moving my fingers on the tip of that policeman’s cock, feeling his precum. “Madam, please suck my cock once. At least lick it once, madam, please,” the policeman begged in my mouth as we were kissing. I felt proud that a policeman was calling me madam and requesting me to do something. “Aah,” my cries had turned into moans. I then looked down and caught the policeman’s cock from his shaft. His big bulbous cockhead was out. I bent further down and licked it with my tongue. “Aah, Madam,” The policeman moaned. So I came back up again, teasing him. But the policeman held my head and pushed his cock in my mouth. I felt stuffed. I thought Reddy would stop me from sucking the policeman’s cock, but he didn’t. I resisted a little and tried to pull my head back, but the policeman had held me tightly. Finally, I choked on the policeman’s cock, but he was in no mood to stop. I don’t know what got into me at that moment that I started to roll my tongue around his cock in my mouth. The policeman was enjoying it. He placed my hand on his hairy balls and massaged them with my fingers as he brutally fucked my mouth. Behind me, Reddy was fucking me like a bull. He wasn’t in the mood to slow down. “Oh, God! How can someone fuck for so long?” So I thought as Reddy rammed his dick in and out of my pussy like a piston. I was scratching the policeman’s hairy balls now as he had increased his speed. I knew he would cum any moment now. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. I tried to pull back, but the policeman had held me tightly by my hairs. The very next moment, the policeman came hard in my mouth. He kept shooting his cum deep down my throat and finally left my hair. I pulled back as soon I felt free and started coughing. I spat out the cum from my mouth. Reddy was still fucking me from behind. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretching to accommodate Reddy’s big fat cock. I then looked at the policeman. He was smiling, cunningly, looking at me as he had just cum in my mouth. I pulled him and kissed him deeply. Giving him a taste of his cum. Then, and rather surprisingly, the policeman kissed me back and sucked my tongue. We kissed for a few seconds when Reddy spanked my ass hard and pulled me back by my hairs. Finally, he pulled his dick out and turned me around. “Open your mouth,” Reddy told me I knelt in front of him like a slave and gulped his cock deep into my mouth. I did the same with him as I did with the policeman. Then, I started scratching his balls and rolling my tongue on the tip of Reddy’s dick. I had already made up my mind that I would gulp down every drop of Reddy’s cum. So I did exactly that as he sowed his seeds deep in my mouth. Reddy filled my mouth with his cum, and I swallowed as soon as his cum hit my throat. Reddy’s dick relaxed in my mouth and tightened again as he shot the leftover cum in my mouth. He then pulled his dick out. I saw a few drops of cum leaking from his dick. So I went and cleaned that too. The policeman quickly pulled his pant up, felt my boobs for one last time as I lay on the toilet floor, and went out. Surprisingly even Reddy pulled his pant and wore his vest, and went out. I kneeled on the toilet floor alone, sweating like hell and smelling like cum. That’s when I felt that I have been fucked like a bitch and left behind. I enjoyed getting fucked like a bitch. I smiled at my state and got up slowly. I wore my clothes and dragged myself out of the washroom. I came back to the compartment, but Reddy wasn’t there. I took an extra pair of salwar suits and undergarments and dragged myself back to the washroom. Once in the washroom, I got naked again, sat on the toilet seat, and cleaned my body with the jet spray. I liked the smell coming from my body. I felt like I was getting addicted to it, but still, I had to clean it. Back to my narration: We were all silent and very horny by the time Kavita finished her story. Both mine and Reddy’s dick were as hard as a rod. The difference was that my wife has been massaging Reddy’s big dick the whole time she was narrating the story. Kavita didn’t even bother to look at me as she was continuously milking Reddy’s dick. It felt like she was dedicated to make him cum. Kavita then kissed his hairy chest and asked him. “Will you come to our house the day after tomorrow? It’s my sister-in-law Ayushi’s birthday. There’s a small party in the evening. Arun will tell everyone at home that you are his old boss.” Kavita asked him. No wait, my wife requested him. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t dare. She was now deciding on my behalf. She didn’t even ask me. “Of course, I will be there,” Reddy said, kissing my wife. Then Reddy pushed Kavita’s head down, looking at me. My wife understood the signal and started sucking his cock. They both acted like I wasn’t even in the room. I was right there staring at my wife’s ass as she had bent to suck him off. Reddy held my wife’s hair and came in her mouth. My lovely wife sucked every drop of his cum. Now finally, Kavita looked at me and rolled her tongue on her chin, licking the last drop of Reddy’s cum. I couldn’t believe how slutty my wife has become in the last 24 hours or so. “I will take care of this soon,” Kavita said, holding my hard 5” hard dick, and she walked to the washroom naked. As Kavita went to the washroom, Reddy got dressed and was about to leave when he told me. “The next time I fuck your wife, it will be in your bedroom,” Reddy told and walked away as I sat on the edge of the bed. Was I shocked at what Reddy had said? I didn’t know. “Where’s Reddy?” Kavita asked as soon as she came back from the washroom. “He went to his room,” I said Kavita then came to me and started kissing me. I couldn’t understand why she always wanted to kiss me after kissing Reddy or sucking him off. I had those images where Reddy was cumming in her mouth moments ago, and now she was kissing me. Kavita was more turned on than me. She started undressing me as we passionately kissed each other. As soon as I got naked, Kavita pushed me on the bed and sat on my dick. I swear I have only seen women jump on a dick like that in porn. My wife jumped on my dick, gulping every inch of my dick in her pussy. Her boobs jiggled right in front of me. “Why did you invite Reddy to Ayushi’s birthday party? You could have asked me,” I asked my wife holding her boobs in my hands “Why did you bring me to Reddy today? You could have asked me before bringing me here,” Kavita said as she placed her hands on mine and pressed her boobs even tightly “That’s different. You wanted this to happen. To come to Reddy,” I said, lying below my wife “Oh, Really, Arun. Then I want that to happen too. I want Reddy in Ayushi’s birthday party,” Kavita said and came down and kissed me again. As my wife kissed me, I started fucking her from below. She pushed her tongue in my mouth again. So I sucked and fucked my wife. I have been fucking her for 3 years now, but this was the most passionate sex. All my marriage, I wanted Kavita to open up more during sex. She had opened up so much in the last 24 hours that I wasn’t able to catch her speed. Thinking of all this, I came in my wife’s pussy. We both relaxed as Kavita lay on my chest. My dick went limp in her pussy. “When the policeman asked who Reddy was, why did you say that he was your dad?” I asked Kavita as she relaxed on my chest. Kavita lay quiet for a few seconds “Ummm, because I thought the policeman would go if he comes to know that I was his daughter,” Kavita tried to explain But I wasn’t satisfied with her answer. Or did she telling the truth? For any suggestions regarding this story of sex in a moving train toilet, please mail me or text me on hangouts. My ID is [email protected]. You can even reach me on Instagram hornyauthor_99.
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