Swati is gangbanged by lots of men beyond all limits.

This story is complete fiction, and meant strictly for adults.

My heart skipped a beat as I purchased the ticket. Swati looked flushed and I could tell she was feeling the same way as me. The fat pimply man behind the counter could not stop ogling my girlfriend's tight body as we made the exchange. I knew what he was thinking: "how could a guy bring his own girlfriend into a place like THIS??"

The truth is that this was the ultimate reality of Swati's fantasy. Cindy was 22 years old, wheatish, 5"5 tall, petite & delicate, with small tits, long black hair, a tight round ass, and a shaven little pussy that was made to take cocks. Your typical sexy indian package, she was delicate, pretty, and your average man's wet dream. But Swati had a fantasy that was far from average: to be gangbanged and violated by as many men as possible in a filthy, seedy location. This run-down movie theater , in the shadiest part of Delhi would fit the bill. It was a place where all the lusty men came , found hookers and fucked them in the theatre while some b-grade movie was played out.We had chatted about her fantasy for month – literally – and it only seemed to grow in intensity as time went by. I can't count the number of times we would watch a gang bang porn and I would suck her pussy while she stroked her clit and whimpered "I WANT THAT... I WANT THAT ... I WANT THAT!!" Her fantasy grew to the point where it could no longer be controlled: she simply had to experience it. She was obsessed, and there was simply no other way to deal with it other than to let her live it out in all its nasty detail. I have to admit that I was extremely hesitant. I did not like the idea of my sweet shy little girlfriend being with other men and allowing them to do the kinds of things to her she fantasized about. I tried over and over again to talk her out of it, but eventually I gave in and here we were. I could not believe I was actually about to let this happen to Swati. But I knew there was no other way.

We walked into the theater. Our eyes adjusted to the dark. I was shocked to see how cavernous it was: it must have been large and prestigious in better days. Now it was used for the purposes of allowing strange men to come in, watch hardcore porn, and blow their loads on the whores they brought with them. I took a quick sampling of the men: there were at least 30 guys in there, likely more, and their appearances weren't encouraging: the vast majority were ugly, bald, unshaven, pot-bellied, smelly types who were probably daily wagers, beggars or drivers. I simply could not believe Swati wanted to have sex in a place like this, with men like these. I looked over at Swati.Her eyes were wide, her face wearing an expression almost of shock, her cheeks flushed. This was exactly what she wanted.

I steered us towards an area that was sparsely populated. In my heart I hoped she would change her mind and back out. We sat down. The movie couldn't have been more appropriate: on the screen was a desi woman being gang fucked by about 20 guys, and they were really giving it to her. The guys must be unbelievably horny, I thought to myself as we watched her being power-fucked by 3 guys. Did Swati know what she was letting herself in for? I quietly whispered in her ear that I was not comfortable with this and that we should go, but she just sat there transfixed by the movie.

It didn't take long: some slimy bastard noticed us sitting there and he stealthily approached, sitting down on the other side of Swati. Her chest heaved with excitement, her little nipples poking through the thin kurti dress she wore. This was it: she was going to have sex with this disgusting guy, there was no question about it. His eyes sampled her firm sexy body. He could not believe his luck. I couldn't blame him. Swati kept her eyes focused on the screen, practically hypnotized with lust and anticipation as the stranger pulled his pants and underwear clean off his body, completely exposing himself. I almost gagged as the rank smell of his private parts hit my nostrils. Swati however didn't seem to mind in the least.