Mumbai Sissy Slut: How I Became Ria the City's Personal Cumrag
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Chapter 6: The Versova Bachelor Party Massacre
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Versova Bachelor Party Massacre - Hey everyone, I’m Rohan (Ria), 24, from Mumbai. What began as a secret sissy fantasy turned into a total life-ruining addiction. This is my true story, chapter by chapter, of how I went from a closeted boy to a broken, leaking public-use sissy slut — used by my best friend, society uncles, strangers, and more. Each chapter gets darker, filthier, and more degrading. Expect heavy humiliation, creampies, gangbangs, public risk & raw Mumbai sleaze. Posting one chapter every few days.
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The night after the auto driver brothers used me in their kholi, I could barely walk straight. My hole was still plugged with the mix of Priya Di’s loads, Neha’s cum, and the two brothers’ thick seed. Every movement made it squelch obscenely inside me. I had just messaged Priya Di “All loads kept inside, Ma’am” when my phone buzzed again. It was Rahul from the Grindr college gang.
“Big bachelor party tomorrow night in Versova. Groom’s friends want a sissy. Come dressed slutty. Address will be sent at 8. Don’t flake, randi.”
I knew I should say no. Fourteen men. But the broken, addicted part of me replied “Yes Sir” before I could think.
Saturday evening I prepared like a sacrificial whore. I wore a cheap red saree with a low-cut blouse that pushed up my padded breasts, petticoat, and the tiniest black thong underneath. Full heavy makeup — dark kohl eyes, bright red lips, heavy foundation, and my longest wig. I completed the look with bangles, anklets, and red heels. By 8:30 PM I was in a cab heading to a luxurious 3BHK in Versova, heart pounding with fear and shameful excitement.
The flat was on the 18th floor. Loud music and male laughter spilled out as soon as the door opened. Rahul grinned and pulled me inside. “Bros! The entertainment is here!”
There were 14 men — ages 24 to 38. Most were North Indian and Gujarati, some married, some single. The groom, Vivek (29), was already drunk and shirtless. The moment the door locked behind me, the energy shifted from party to predatory.
“Arre, this is the sissy we ordered?” one bearded guy (32) laughed. I tried to back away. “Wait ... this is too many. I think I should leave—”
Two strong hands grabbed my wrists. Another blocked the door. “Too late, slut. You’re ours tonight.”
They descended on me like wolves. In under two minutes my saree pallu was ripped down, blouse buttons flying everywhere. The petticoat was yanked off. I was forced to my knees in the middle of the living room in just my black lace bra, thong, stockings, and heels. Fourteen cocks came out — thick, thin, veiny, dark, some unwashed from the Mumbai heat. The air filled with the raw smell of sweat, alcohol, and male musk.
The bearded guy (later I learned his name was Karan) grabbed my head first. “Suck it, sissy randi.” He forced his thick 7.5-inch cock straight into my throat. For the next ten minutes he skull-fucked me mercilessly, holding my wig with both hands, balls slapping my chin. I gagged violently, tears streaming down, ruining my makeup instantly. Drool poured onto my bra.
They passed me around like a cheap toy. For the next forty minutes I was on my knees sucking one cock after another while hands groped and fingered my hole. Someone yanked the plug out and laughed as old cum dripped onto the floor. “Already filled? Good, more room for us.”
They carried me to the large sofa. One guy (Rohit, 28) sat down and pulled me onto his lap in reverse cowgirl. He shoved his cock raw into my sloppy hole and bounced me hard for twelve minutes while another forced his dick back into my mouth. The spit-roast was brutal. My body jolted with every thrust. They slapped my face and ass red, calling me “bachelor party cumdump,” “society gandu,” and “free use gaand.”
Rohit came first with a loud groan, pumping the first fresh creampie deep inside me. He was immediately replaced by another. They rotated every 6-10 minutes. For the next hour I was fucked nonstop in every position they could think of:
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