I became Whore of Zahid - Copied

[hirarandi]

I am Sheetal Rajput. I loved sex. I loved it ever since I was sixteen when I lost my virginity to the family servant's son, a boy I did almost grown up with. He was a couple of years older than me.
I was lovely at eighteen , slender and fair-skinned with finely chiseled features, lovely eyes, a slim, straight nose and full lips, clear skin, a long neck, full breasts, a narrow waist and bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists. My body had begun to torment me with strange, exciting, frightening sensations and I found herself looking at Zahid out of the corner of my eye and feeling curiously light-headed by the sight of his body. I lived in a small two-room apartment with my parents and elder brother. Zahid lived nearby and worked in a motor garage. I passed it on my way from school and always stopped to chat with him.
One afternoon I found him alone. There was not much work in his hand and he asked me go to a shop at the corner. We had tea, sitting in the half-empty place, laughing and chatting and he said he'd walk to my home. It wasn't far. On the way, we passed a cluster of huts by the road.
"You live here now, don't you? " I said.
Zahid and his mother had got themselves a ramshackle tarpaulin covered tin hut in this almost-slum.
"Yes. "
"Alone? "
"Yes. " We walked on a bit. Suddenly, he said, "Would you like to see it? "
I looked at him and, slowly, nodded. He smiled and took my arm in his hand. I thrilled at the touch of his hand on me. I looked at him and flushed as his eyes drilled into me. He turned down a cramped alley between a row of huts. It was reasonably clean, but very noisy. The lane ended in a gutter running hard by a bramble . He turned the corner and led me to a small hut with a sloping tin roof and a rickety wooden door with a padlock. Zahid unlocked the door and pushed it open.
It was very spare, almost Spartan. One chair, a little table, a kerosene stove in a corner, a few pots and pans on two wooden shelves. A cheap calendar on the wall by a small mirror. Clothes hung on a line, a tin chest. A hemp bed with a thin pillow and sheet and sagging mattress. A cheap novel lay on the floor by the bed.
“Well, " he said. "That's it. Home. My mansion.
I looked around. “It's . it's very nice.
Zahid looked at me and I went very still. Time stopped and the sounds of the city faded. He came closer. And closer. And closer. Took my face in his hands. His head bent. I tilted. My lips parted. I could feel his breath on my face, smell the warm musk of his body, feel its warmth. His lips came closer.
In that afternoon of heat, I experienced an explosion of joy I had never imagined possible. Zahid was tender and gentle and his body was wonderful and when his cock surged into my flesh, I almost fainted with ecstasy. I wanted more, more, more, wanted it never to end. He fucked me on the bed, taking me slowly and deeply and then faster and faster as I bucked and heaved and writhed desperately under him, my teenage body tossing and jumping and jerking in an uncontrollable fever, my Choot convulsing and spasming on his thrusting cock which was so big, so thick, so hard, so hot, so good. My nipples ached with the sweet tension of it and when he sucked and licked them and crushed them in his hands I felt the heat flood from my head to toe. On and on he went and the bed creaked and my voice was ragged and hoarse from calling and moaning. I came in an explosion of bliss, the breath shooting from my throat.