Jealous Indian Aunty 2

part 2: Shocked by the humiliating videos, I confronted my jealous colleagues, only to discover their twisted "gift" was an initiation into a forbidden corporat

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, my body aching in places I didn't want to think about. The videos Usha had sent me were burned into my mind—me, naked and helpless, being used like a cheap whore in that bathroom. My face flushed with shame as I replayed them in my head: sucking Veeru's disgusting dick, getting spit-roasted by Ravi and Zaheer, their cocks pounding into me relentlessly, and finally, the humiliation of their cum splattering across my face while the women laughed and pissed on me. I felt violated, dirty, like my perfect life had been shattered. Venkat was still asleep beside me, oblivious, and I forced myself to act normal, kissing him goodbye as he left for work. But inside, I was a mess. How could I face those women at the office? How could I pretend nothing happened?

By the time I arrived at work, my heart was racing. I wore a conservative saree, covering up more than usual, trying to hide the bruises on my hips and the soreness between my legs. The office buzzed with the usual chatter, but as soon as I stepped into the HR department, the air felt thick with unspoken secrets. Usha, Neha, Priya, and Sanya were already there, huddled around the coffee machine, their eyes locking onto me with a mix of amusement and something else—lust? Veeru was at his desk, smirking like he owned a piece of me now.

"Good morning, Indu," Usha said sweetly, her voice dripping with false concern. "You look a bit tired. Rough night?"

I glared at her, my fists clenched. "You bitch. Those videos... you drugged me, didn't you? Forced me into that nightmare. If you think you can blackmail me—"

"Blackmail?" Usha laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made the others giggle. "Oh, darling, that's not what this is about. Come on, let's talk in private. Conference room?"

I hesitated, but curiosity and fear mingled inside me. What choice did I have? If I walked away, they'd leak those videos, ruin my marriage, my reputation. Reluctantly, I followed them into the empty conference room, the door clicking shut behind us. The blinds were drawn, the room dimly lit, and the air smelled faintly of perfume and anticipation.

"Sit down, Indu," Neha said, patting the chair beside her. "We need to explain."

"Explain what? How you turned me into a slut?" I spat, my voice trembling.

Usha leaned against the table, her thick curves straining against her blouse. At 49, she was still voluptuous, her body a testament to years of indulgence. "Listen, sweetheart. We didn't target you to defame you or ruin your life. Quite the opposite. We saw how boring your 'perfect' existence was—married to that vanilla husband, no excitement, no real thrills. We wanted to introduce you to the real corporate world. The one where we all get what we want."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

Priya, the 43-year-old with her ample bosom and sultry eyes, chimed in. "All of us—me, Neha, Sanya, even Usha—we've been fucked by those men. Ravi, Zaheer, Veeru. We've tasted their cum, swallowed their hot pee like it was nectar. Outside office hours, we're their sluts. Promotions? Oh, they come with a price. Multiple times, we've all been fucked together—naked, sweaty, begging for more. At first, it was just to climb the ladder, but now? We crave it. Seeing each other naked, touching, licking... it's become our little sisterhood."

My eyes widened. "You're all... bisexual? Lesbian?"

They burst into laughter. "Straight as arrows at first," Sanya said, her 46-year-old body still firm under her saree. "But once it starts, you kind of like it. The sisterhood, the taste of your own pussy on another woman's lips. It's intoxicating. And that's why we made you eat our pussies that night—not to punish you, but to initiate you. To show you the pleasure."

I shook my head, heat rising in my cheeks. "I'm straight. I don't want that. Why force me?"

Usha stepped closer, her hand brushing my arm. "Because we knew you'd love it eventually. And look at you now—curious, aren't you? Your nipples are hard just thinking about it."

I glanced down, mortified to see my saree tenting slightly. My body betrayed me, memories of their tongues on me flooding back. "This is wrong. My husband—"

"Doesn't need to know," Neha interrupted. "This is our secret. The men keep it quiet for the same reason. Now, to make you feel special, truly welcomed... let's have a little meeting. Just us girls first."

Before I could protest, Usha locked the door. The women surrounded me, their hands gentle but insistent. "Relax, Indu," Priya whispered, her fingers tracing the edge of my pallu. Slowly, they began to undress me, not roughly like before, but sensually, arousing me with every touch.

Neha started, pulling my saree off my shoulder, exposing my cleavage. "Such perfect tits," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. Usha kissed my neck, soft lips sending shivers down my spine. "Mmm, you taste like fear and desire."

My heart pounded as Priya unhooked my blouse, letting it fall away. My 36DD breasts spilled out, nipples already erect. Sanya leaned in, her tongue flicking one nipple, sucking gently. "Oh god," I moaned, my hands instinctively reaching for her hair.

They guided me to the conference table, laying me back on the cool surface. My petticoat was next, slid down my legs by Neha, who kissed my inner thighs. "Spread for us, baby," she cooed.

I did, my pussy already wet despite my protests. Priya's fingers found my clit, circling slowly. "You're so responsive," she said, sliding two fingers inside me. The sensation was electric, building pressure. Usha joined, her mouth on my other nipple, biting just enough to make me gasp.

Sanya straddled my face, her saree hiked up, panties aside. "Taste me, Indu. Like you did before." Her pussy was shaved, glistening, and I hesitated, but the arousal was overwhelming. My tongue darted out, licking her folds. She tasted sweet, musky, and as I sucked her clit, she ground against me, moaning.

Neha fingered me deeper, curling her fingers to hit my G-spot. "Cum for us," she urged. The pleasure built, unstoppable. Priya added her mouth to my pussy, licking alongside Neha's fingers. Usha pinched my nipples, and Sanya rode my face harder.

"Oh fuck... I can't..." I cried, my body arching as an orgasm ripped through me, squirting onto Priya's face. She lapped it up, smiling. "Good girl. See? You love it."

They kissed me then, sharing my own taste, their tongues exploring my mouth. I was breathless, horny beyond belief, my straight boundaries blurring. "Why... why do you enjoy this?" I panted, still questioning.

"Because it's power," Usha said, stripping off her own clothes now. The others followed, revealing their naked bodies—full breasts, curvy hips, pussies wet with anticipation. "We were straight too, but the first time a colleague licked us while the men watched... it became addictive. Tasting ourselves on each other's lips, the intimacy. Now, we crave it."

I nodded, dazed, my body aching for more. That's when the door opened. The men—Ravi, Zaheer, Veeru—strode in, grinning. "Heard you ladies were having fun," Ravi said, his eyes on my naked form.

Without a word, they stripped the women naked, hands roaming freely. Usha bent over the table, Ravi slamming into her from behind. "Fuck yes," she moaned. Zaheer took Neha against the wall, her legs wrapped around him. Priya and Sanya kissed passionately, fingers in each other's pussies, while Veeru approached me.

"Ready for round two, Indu?" he asked, his cock already hard.

I was too aroused to resist. He lifted me onto the table, spreading my legs. His dick slid into my wet pussy easily, filling me. "Oh god, yes," I whimpered, the pleasure overriding everything.

The room filled with moans and slaps of skin. Ravi fucked Usha hard, her tits bouncing. Zaheer pounded Neha, who squirted again. Priya and Sanya 69'd on the floor, licking each other furiously.

Veeru flipped me over, ass up, and entered me doggy-style. "Take it, slut," he growled. I pushed back, loving the fullness. The women watched, touching themselves.

One by one, the men rotated. Ravi took me next, his massive cock stretching me. "Your pussy's tighter than ever," he said, thrusting deep. I came again, screaming.

Zaheer followed, lifting my legs over his shoulders, fucking me missionary. "Cum inside me," I begged, surprising myself.

He did, filling me with hot cum, a creampie that leaked out as he pulled away. Veeru went last, pumping into my cum-filled pussy, adding his load.

To make me feel not like a victim, Usha knelt before Ravi, who was spent but still semi-hard. "Watch this, Indu," she said, taking his dick in her mouth. She sucked gently, coaxing him. "He pees after cumming sometimes. It's so hot."

Ravi groaned, and a stream of warm pee hit Usha's tongue. She swallowed, eyes locked on mine, moaning in ecstasy. "See? I love it. The warmth, the taste. It's our bond."

I watched, mesmerized, my body still tingling. The others joined, licking cum from each other, pissing playfully. I felt included, desired.

As we dressed, Usha whispered, "You loved it, didn't you? Welcome to the club."

Back home, I kept it secret from Venkat, but my mind replayed it all. The next day at work, I found myself craving more. The corporate sexual world had claimed me, and I loved it.