The Chowdhury continued to recall his own wedding day (and night) as he dressed and got ready for the imminent and quick-fire nuptials of his servant Rajpal with the nubile Champa, whose unprotected womb he had already filled twice this afternoon after deflowering her within an hour of her arrival at his haveli with her parents.

Back to his own wedding night. The earlier two stories talked about the events leading up to and right after his actual nuptial ceremonies. For another two hours the Chowdhury s partied with their guests until well past midnight. Most of the guests had departed. The elder Chowdhury and his relatively new fucktoy Purnima (mother of the younger Chowdhury 's new bride Shalini) were locked in a passionate kiss as she rode his cock on the sofa in the living room. Both of them were quite drunk and did not care about who else was around. Within minutes the elder Chowdhury had torn apart Purnima's choli and was biting into her taut nipples with a ferociousness that left her screaming in pain. Those screams intermingled with the intense pleasure she was receiving from the elder Chowdhury 's hard, long & thick cock as it filled her cunt like her husband's cock could never do. Her 2nd trimester-pregnant stomach added to the lusciousness of her body, her long, thick and voluminous black hair falling open well below her butt crack. She had both her hands around Vishwanath's head and pressed his face into her tits as she rode him like a bitch in heat. Which is what she was.

On the opposite sofa, the Chief Minister of the state, a 55 year old, grey haired, pot bellied, dark skinned corrupt politician was being fellated by Radha, the elder Chowdhury 's long time fucktoy. She herself was around 40 years old and full bodied. Her face wasn't much to look at but her long hair (which was tied up in a loose bun that the minister had grabbed with both hands) fell well below her knees as the elder Chowdhury 's wishes. And after 20 years of being used & abused by the elder Chowdhury to satisfy every depraved and debauched sexual desire of his (including being used as a pass-around sex object in several gangbangs) she knew her role. Fifteen minutes prior, the drunk chief minister was on his way out of the haveli when he had noticed Radha as she, her daughter Vaishali and her husband Ramesh were cleaning up the courtyard and removing the plates and glasses after the other guests had left. As she had passed him, her head demurely covered in the pallu of her best saree, carrying a stack of empty plates, the minister had stepped in her path and roughly pulled down her saree pallu, leaving her head & blouse-covered chest bare. Radha was startled and dropped the silver plates on the tied floor of the courtyard. The loud noise of the plates hitting the floor attracted the attention of the remaining people in the courtyard -- her pregnant daughter (the bastard child of Vishwanath Chowdhury and now pregnant for the second time in two years from her half brother, the younger Chowdhury Raj ), her husband, the elder Chowdhury , his pregnant concubine Purnima, the younger Raj Chowdhury who was passionately kissing his new bride Shalini as he was carrying her to his bedroom for their wedding night.

The Chief Minister had grabbed Radha forcefully and had already ripped open her blouse. As she struggled to break free from his clutches she heard her master's voice.

Vishwanath Chowdhury : "Abay saali haramzadi Radha bai. Tu chup chaap Mukhya Mantri sahab ke saath ja aur unko khush kar kutti. Teri jurrat kaisay hui inko manaa karne ki saali. Inko khush kar nahi to teri chamdi uttar dunga chabuk se randi saali. Aaj dopahar ko jo kiya tujhay woh kuch bhi nahi lagega haramzadi chinnal" (You fucking bitch Radha. Go quietly with the Chief Minister and make him happy. How dare you say no to him bitch. If you do not please him I will whip the skin off your body with a horse-whip you fucking whore bitch. What I did to you this afternoon will be nothing compared to that you fucking ungrateful slut).

Radha surrendered. This had happened to her before many times over the past 20 years that she had been with the Chowdhury household. The Chief Minister slapped her face hard and threw her on the floor. He then went and sat on the sofa.

Chief Minister: "Aaa kuttiya saali Radha bai. Mera lauda choos theekh say" (come here Radha, you bitch. Suck my cock properly)

Which is what she was doing 10 minutes later. Her glass bangles were jiggling as she took the Chief Minister's 5 inch long, 1 inch round hard cock into her mouth and sucked it, slurped and sucked his balls and licked his shaft as she had done thousands of times before, mostly with the much bigger cock of her master. Swallowing the entire cock of the Chief Minister was no problem for her as she did so the first time, he moaned loudly in pleasure and opened her bun which he had been grabbing with force. Radha's knee length black hair came undone and seeing that the Chief Minister blasted his load down her throat. Again, the elder Chowdhury 's training had resulted in Radha's gag reflex being negligible (especially from a much smaller cock) and the Chief Minister's load when straight down her gullet. The man continued to moan loudly and jerked his cock repeatedly into Radha's pliant mouth. His two bodyguards and his personal assistant had watched the entire episode from the short distance near the doorway of the courtyard to the outside. As the man's cock began to go soft and popped out of Radha's mouth, she instinctively began licking his balls and fast disappearing cock-shaft clean with her tongue.

Moaning in pleasure the Chief Minister said: "Wah Radha bai. Tu to kamaal ka choosti hai saali. Mast randi bai hai tu kuttiya. Aray Vishwanath tunay to isko bahut acchi training di hai bhai. Pehele kabhi iska mazaa nahi dilwaya" (Wow Radha maid. You are a wonderful cock sucker bitch. Was a sexy whore maid you are bitch. Vishwanath you have trained her well my brother. How come you never let me enjoy her before?)

Vishwanath (in between thrusting into his pregnant concubine Purnima and loudly over the sounds of their copulation): "Ha ha ha Mukhya Mantri ji. Tu chaaho to le jaao isko apne saath kuch dino ke liye. Jo karna hai kar lena bhai." (Ha ha ha Mr Chief Minister. If you want take her with you for a few days and do whatever you want with her).

Chief Minister: "Nahi bhai kal subah subah Dilli jaana hai party ki committee ki meeting hai. Kabhi aur le lunga isko" (No brother. I have to go to Delhi tomorrow morning for the party committee meeting. I will take her some other time).

Saying that he stood up unsteadily from the sofa as Radha kept sitting on her haunches looking up at him, waiting for further instructions. Her long hair was open and she was topless, her blouse having been ripped apart by the man a few minutes before. Her 42C sized tits hung open. The Chief Minister zipped up his pants and admired the luscious, full bodied, long haired sex slave kneeling in between his legs. He bent down and pinched both her nipples simultaneously and then slapped her jiggling breasts playfully. Then he fished out some notes from his pocket and flung them on her face and tits and walked away without a second look behind.

Radha's husband and daughter had watched parts of the entire session as they continued to nonchalantly clean up the courtyard after the party.

Meanwhile, Purnima was now in the throes of a blinding orgasm (her 5th one in the past 4 hours, and 3rd one in the past 15 minutes) as she violently rode the elder Chowdhury . His cock perfectly hit her g-spot making her lose control of her body - repeatedly. Her long hair was flying all around as she grabbed onto the Chowdhury 's neck with both arms and sped up the intensity of her riding. The Chowdhury was screaming and moaning obscenities as was Purnima. Her full body shook and trembled as the mind bending orgasm washed over it. Almost simultaneously the elder Chowdhury roared loudly and thrust into Purnima, the toes of his feet curling and his legs trembling under her ass as he unloaded his 5th load of the day into her sopping wet cunt.

They kissed like lovers as Purnima collapsed into his arms.

Next story will describe the younger Chowdhury Raj's wedding night activities.