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Kavya slapped Manoj’s head, just outside the ladies’ room. “Get inside, loser!” Manoj moved forward, pushed the door using his head and crawled inside with Kavya riding on his back. He rode the girl of his dreams into the restroom and stopped right in front of Priya. “Stop,” she said, planted her feet on the ground and slowly raised herself off his back.
“Kneel down,” Priya said, “and look at yourself in these mirrors.”
Manoj knelt on the cold floor and looked at his bruised face in the mirrors and started to cry.
“How do you feel?” Priya asked.
“Ugly,” Manoj said. “I took such a nasty beating from you, Kavya.”
“Hey,” Kavya shook her head, “you’re making it sound like you did me a favor. You didn’t.”
“I most certainly didn’t do it for myself.” Manoj said.
“It nothing but just punishment for your crimes.” Priya said, strangling the man’s neck. “Look at yourself in the mirror. And look at Kavya. How can it even be possible for a creep like you to get a girl like that?”
“I’m not…”
Kavya slapped his cheek, shutting him up for good. “You’re a creep. A loser. I’m going to punish you in any way I want, you just have to shut up and take it from me.” She adjusted her hair behind her head. “Speaking of which, that slap felt really good. Show me your face again.”
Manoj showed his cringed face to the girl. She took her hand back and brought it to his cheeks swiftly, delivering a nasty slap.
“That was beautiful!” Priya said. “Let me show you how to make it hurt even harder.” She took Kavya’s place and shouted down to the reject. “Hey, loser! Get up and take a slap from me!”
Manoj slowly sat himself up, his head shaking around with no idea of how he could possibly defend himself from the slaps. Priya brought all her fingers together tightly and showed her hand to Kavya. “Make your hand like a bat. Solid. No space between the fingers.” She then took her hand behind her head and brought it over to his cheek, nearly blowing it apart on impact.
“Wow.” Kavya said, clapping. “I will try to do that now.” She stood over Manoj, waited for him to get up and applied her newly learned slap technique, cutting into his skin with loud, devastating effect.
“Perfect!” Priya said. “The apprentice has beaten the master.”
“Thank you,” Kavya blushed. She then shook her hands. “My fingers almost hurt a bit from that slap.”
“It’s time to make him really sorry.” Priya said, grabbing Manoj’s neck and bringing him up to seat. “Hey, loser. Say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” Manoj said, joining his hands together.
“You’re finally saying it,” Kavya said.
“I mean it, Kavya. I’m so sorry I ever asked you out.”
Priya shook him under her grip. “How far are you willing to go to win her forgiveness?”
“I’ll do anything, Priya.”
“Good. Kavya, show him your ass.” Priya said.
“What? Why should this loser get to see my beautiful butt?” Kavya asked.
“He should get a real sense of how superior you are.” Priya said.
“Hmm. Didn’t think of that.” Kavya said. She raised her skirt and stood before Manoj, displaying her butt. “Look at that, you ugly loser. The ugliest part of my body is prettier than your stupid face!”
How pretty is my ass? How ugly is your face?
“Yeah, you’re nothing more than a butt-ugly dog. Except you’re uglier than a butt.” Priya said, catching the back of Manoj’s neck. She pushed him into the panty-clad buttocks of Kavya. “Smell that. Taste that beautiful pair of balls.” She pushed Manoj’s face so that his nose piloted into the core of her butt crack and the sweaty surface of her buttocks spread all over his face, smothering him completely. Manoj went in and shook his face around for a few seconds, then caught the girl’s thighs and tried to get out of it. “Nothing doing,” Priya said, pushing him inside even harder.
Manoj spent the next moments in the breathless vacuüm, breathing nothing but the air between her ass cheeks. He moved his face around, feeling the gorgeous shape with his face, but he needed some air to enjoy the privilege that few men could ever get. Priya pulled back his face just in time to prevent him from passing out. “I would normally let losers like you die behind her ass. But you are such a loser, even that would be too good a death for you.”
You don't even deserve to die here!
“Yeah,” Kavya said. She stepped back and caught the sides of her panties’ cloth in her hands, then brought them down to her feet and took them off from under her shoes. She dangled the divine panties in her fingers and taunted Manoj with them. “You want to eat this, loser?”
Manoj joined his hands and shook his head.
“Then that’s exactly what you’ll eat.” Kavya said, stuffing the panties into Manoj’s mouth. “There’s some dirt between the threads, suck them into your soul because that’s the only meal you’re going to get.” Manoj choked on the panties as she stuffed them into his mouth. She was stretching the limits of his cheeks’ flexibility and that of his throat with the forceful feed. “Good!” she said, once the panties were fully in his mouth.
Eat my panties for dinner!
“Now,” Kavya said, turning her back on him again. “I want you to ask out my ass.”
Manoj mumbled, and pointed to the panties stuffed in his mouth.
“Well, guess what?” Kavya said, bending forward. “There’s no point asking because you know the answer. You’re not good enough for my butt.”
“And you’ll never be,” Priya said, pushing Manoj’s face into Kavya’s ass, except this time, the buttocks were naked. He enjoyed the delightful scent and swam in the perfection of the girl’s butt crack for a few religious moments.
Kavya shook her butt left. “No.” She shook her butt right. “No way. A loser like you? Never!” She then twisted her butt round and round, smothering him in her crack.
Priya pulled him back after a few dozen smothering rounds. “Look at this guy. He looks like he’s just seen God.”
“That’s because he has!” Kavya said, flicking her butt with her forefingers. “To people like him, this is God!”
Delicious, ain't it?
“Yeah.” Priya said. “Take those panties off your mouth, loser.”
Manoj pulled out the panties from his throat, fully wet with his saliva.
“Ugh!! Throw it into the dustbin and buy me new ones.” Kavya said. “Hand me your wallet now.” Manoj frantically pulled out a brown leather wallet from his pants and handed them to her. “Good,” she said, checking the contents, “there is enough money for new panties.”
“Now what, Kavya?” Manoj asked.
“I want you out of my life. So far out, I shouldn’t even be able to see you.” Kavya said.
“Or, you have one more option.” Priya said, winking at Kavya. “You can live the rest of your life as Kavya’s dog.”
“Him? My dog?” Kavya asked, clenching her face’s muscles. “I would have to take him home and give him food and everything.”
“No,” Priya said. “Don’t give him anything. He gets no food, no clothes, no nothing! He’ll be your dog for the rest of HIS life, as long as HE’s alive. Trust me, I know which life he’ll choose.”
Manoj had a guilty look on his face as he glanced at the two beautiful women standing over him. “I can go out and live my life normally, as long as I forget about you completely?” Kavya nodded. “Or I can live my life as your dog, with no food or water or money?”
“Exactly. Which one is it?” Kavya smiled.
“Make me your dog Kavya,” Manoj said, leaping to Kavya’s sandals and giving them a kiss.
“See? I told you.” Priya laughed. “I know his type.”
“Alright, dog.” Kavya said. “I’m going to take you home.”
“Hey, you have a car, don’t you?” Priya asked, slapping Manoj’s head.
“Yes, I do.”
“Give her the keys!” Priya demanded. “What would a dog like you need a car for?”
“Here!” Manoj pulled out his car key and placed it in Kavya’s hand. “It’s yours for life.”
“No hesitation at all! That’s a good dog.” Kavya said, fiddling with the keys. “Let’s go to my place, then. You can massage my legs as I drive your car.”
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