Chapter 2

In the first chapter you have seen how desperate Riy had been. Due to her lazy, ungrateful man who had never appreciated the effort she put into supporting their lavish lifestyle. Recently she had sex with a dirty beggar just for 50 rupees because all she wanted was raw filthy sex. This Changed her forever...

“I don’t know if I can take it anymore,” Riya murmured into her phone, the frustration in her voice palpable. She paced back and forth in the quiet office, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. She had been the manager of this multi-national company for three years and the stress of it all was starting to get to her. Her desk was a cluttered mess of files and paperwork, and she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks. She had lost weight, her eyes were sunken, and the dark circles beneath them spoke volumes about the toll her job was taking on her.

Her ex-husband had been the last straw. He had been a lazy, ungrateful man who had never appreciated the effort she put into supporting their lavish lifestyle. Now, she was free of his dead weight, but the emptiness in her life had transformed into a ravenous hunger for something more primal, something that could fill the void he had left behind.

It was a peculiar whim that led her to the local market one sweltering afternoon. The vibrant stalls, brimming with exotic fruits and spices, had always been a source of fascination for her. But today, it was the raw, unbridled energy of the lower caste men that drew her in. Their muscular bodies, glistening with sweat, as they worked tirelessly in the sun, stirred something deep within her. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the kind of unfiltered, carnality that had been missing from her life for so long.

Her gaze locked onto two men in particular. One was tall and lean, his sun-kissed skin stretched taut over his muscles as he hauled heavy crates of vegetables. The other was shorter, but built like a brick wall, with arms that looked like they could crush rocks. Both were shirtless, displaying their hard-earned physiques, and both were eyeing her with a blatant lust that made her heart race.

Riya felt a sudden boldness wash over her. The heat of the day had made her desires boil over, and she knew exactly what she needed. She approached them, her hips swaying with a seductive grace that was second nature to her. They stopped their work, watching her with a mix of shock and desire. She leaned in close, whispering in Hindi, her voice low and sultry, “I’m looking for a place to ... unwind.”

The taller one, his eyes never leaving her ample breasts, nodded and gestured towards an abandoned alleyway. The shorter one licked his lips, his gaze roaming over her body like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. Without another word, she followed them, her pulse quickening with every step she took away from the bustling market and into the shadows.

Once in the alley, they wasted no time. They pushed her against the rough brick wall, their hands greedily exploring her curves. Her skirt was hiked up, her blouse torn open, and before she knew it, she was sandwiched between them, their coarse hands mauling her soft flesh. They kissed her neck and shoulders, their mouths hot and demanding. She could feel their erections pressing against her, and she moaned in anticipation, her own hands fumbling with their pants, eager to feel them inside her.

Their kisses grew more frantic as they claimed her, their hands moving in a symphony of pleasure that seemed to know every button to push. They were like wild animals, hungry and untamed, and she reveled in it. They didn’t care about her status, her job, or her past. All they cared about was satisfying the hunger that burned in all three of them.

The shorter man took the lead, pushing his way inside her, filling her up as she gasped with pleasure. He was rough, his hips slamming into hers, and she could feel the wall behind her tremble with every thrust. The taller one kissed her deeply, his hands playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples until she was squirming and begging for more.

Their bodies moved in a frenzied dance, their moans echoing off the alley walls. The sensations were overwhelming, a delicious cocktail of pain and pleasure that she hadn’t experienced in years. She had forgotten how good it felt to be taken, to be used, to be desired so fiercely.