Chapter 5: Auto Driver Brothers – Risky Night Ride

The plug Priya Di had forced into me after the intense training session was still buried deep as I left her Bandra flat well after midnight. Every step in the elevator and across the lobby made the thick cum from her and Neha slosh inside me. My red mini dress was wrinkled, my makeup ruined, and my stockings had runs from their rough handling. I felt like the cheapest whore in Mumbai, and I loved it.

I hailed an auto outside the building. The driver, Suresh (34), was a typical Mumbai auto-wallah — dark skin, muscular from years of driving, wearing a faded kurta and lungi. He gave me a long stare as I climbed in, my short dress riding up my thighs.

“Kidhar jaana hai, madam?” he asked with a smirk, clearly noticing my disheveled sissy appearance.

“Andheri East,” I replied softly, trying to sound normal. But as the auto started moving along the sea link, the plug shifted with every bump, forcing soft moans from my lips. Suresh kept glancing back through the mirror.

After ten minutes he slowed down near a quiet stretch close to Film City. “Tu randi hai na? Chakka ban ke ghumti hai?” His voice was low and rough.

I froze. Before I could deny it, he pulled into a dark, deserted lane lined with bushes and half-built buildings. He switched off the lights and meter. “Gaand dikha. Abhi.”

My heart pounded with fear and excitement. The risk was insane — anyone could walk by or another auto could stop. But the submissive bitch in me took over. I turned around on the narrow back seat, lifted my dress, and pulled the crotchless thong aside, showing him my plugged, cum-leaking hole.

Suresh grunted in approval. “Bahut maal bhara hai andar.” He yanked the plug out roughly. A thick gush of Priya and Neha’s cum dripped onto the auto seat. He laughed darkly. “Kisi aur randiyon ne use kiya hai aaj. Ab mera number.”