Fantasy Saali Kaju (Kajal Agarwal as an innocent girl tapped by circumstances)

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Hi Guys,

This is a story of survival. A story about a young, innocent girl, Kajal Agarwal- a simple village girl who is forced to endure things he never dreamt of in the city. A story where dreams are shattered, lines are crossed and new revelations made.

This is my first story here. Hope you like it.

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I N D E X

Prologue

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PROLOGUE

18 year old Kajal sat on the edge of the bed anxiously fidgeting with the edge of her pallu. The five star hotel room was decked like a first night suite- petals of fresh rose and jasmine strewn across the bed with a purpose, and the little table beside the bed was topped with fruits, sweets and a bottle of water. However, this wasn’t Kajal’s first night. With any luck, this would be the last of such nights, until her wedding at least.



The sound of falling water in the bathroom stopped abruptly and Kajal’s heartbeat shot up the roof. She clutched her pallu tightly and waited in bated anxiousness for what was to happen. The door of the bathroom opened and a man stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel across his waist. Water was still dripping off of his stout, dark frame.

The man cleared his throat, and Kajal slowly looked up at him. First at his ugly feet, where his toe nails seemed like they were sheared with garden clippers. Then his thick, stubby legs, his fat, rounded belly, his man boobs, hairy chest, a thick, gold chain around this fat neck and a sleazy smile on his face that exposed his stained teeth. He shamlessly put his hand underneath his towel and scratched his balls as he stared at Kajal like he wanted to eat her up.

Ramalingam was mentally enjoying the supple beauty of Kaju, who sat in front of him like a deer locked in the lions den. His heart was craving her chikny, tight chut, but the viagra he had taken a few minutes back while in the bathroom had yet to take hold.

At 58, erections came rarely, and strong ones were almost impossible to have unless he had some help from the little blue pill. But Kajal was different. Even when fully dressed from head to toe, she made his loins tingle. From the moment he had seen her that evening, there was nothing more he wanted to do than pounce on her and enjoy her. Soon he felt his crotch making a tent against his towel.

He walked up to Kajal and sat next to her, with his thighs touching hers. Kajal gasped to his touch.

“Don’t worry…” Ramalingam held Kaju’s milky white hand in his dark hands and began stroking it gently with his finger. “Will you wipe my damp hair?” he asked her.

Kajal meekly nodded and picked up the towel from the cupboard and began wiping his head. Ramalingam slid her pallu aside, and exposed her tiny navel in the middle of her sexy waist. Kajal shuddered to his touch, but continued to wipe him.

When Kajal looked down, she could see his shoulders moving in an up and down motion. She felt his rough fingers encircling her waist. Suddenly, she was pulled forward and she felt a wet tongue licking her navel hole.

Kajal instinctively clutched Ramalingam’s hair with both hands for support. Now she felt two hands had grabbed her waist, while a mouth enjoyed her midriff.

Ramalingam pulled Kaju over him, and threw her on the bed. He pulled off the towel at his waist, exposing a medium sized erection of about 5 inches that barely extended past his fat tummy. The Viagra had done its job, finally.

Ramalingam pushed Kajal’s skirt till her waist, peeled off her panties and dove in to eat her pussy. Kajal felt really uncomfortable with it, but didn’t voice her concern. She firmly held the pillow underneath her head and suffered in silence.

When Ramalingam had sufficiently lubricated her pussy with his saliva, her withdrew himself from between her thighs, and wiped his mouth. “Hmmmmm… tasty…” he winked at her. He then began mounting her, missionary style.

Even his thin dick could feel her tightness, and he let out a small moan as he entered her. Tears began rolling out of Kajal’s eyes, more due to shame rather than pain. Once he was fully inside her, he began kissing her face and neck. He removed her blouse and pulled her firm tits from the confines of her bra and beagan mauling them. Slowly, he began pounding raw into her pussy.

Kajal hugged him tightly and began kissing and biting him like a hungry tigress. She was so well versed in the art of love making, she could “perform” mechanically, and still make it seem like she was really into you. She moaned into his ears, asking him to give her more.




She rolled Ramalingam on the bed and got on top of him. This position gave her more leverage and control over Ramalingam’s dick. She began riding him like a pro slut, moaning and biting her lips. Ramalingam lay back and let her do as she pleased to him. He took her finger in his mouth and began to suck on them tenderly.

As she rode him, he grabbed her tits and secured her tiny ass on his bulky waist, supporting her weight. Kajal placed her hand on his chest, and began pushing against his dark body. It was pleasurable at first for Ramalingam, but soon, her nails began piercing into his skin.

When the pain overtook the pleasure, Ramalingam pulled her on his chest, and began kissing and biting her lips. He bucked his hips into hers hard. The sounds of bare skin slapping on bare skin filled the room.

It took all of five minutes before Ramalingam her rolled off of him, fully exhausted and sweaty. Kajal suspected he had cum inside of her much earlier, but kept going on until his erection had subdued.

“Aaahh… that was the best sex I’ve had.” Ramalingam proclaimed. “Did you like it?” he asked Kaju, turning towards her. She nodded and faked a smile.

Kajal lay spread eagled on the bed, unsure of what to do. She felt like piece of use and throw napkin, and she was unsure whether he was done with her or not.

Ramalingam got off the bed and wiped his dick clean with her panties and threw them on her face. “Get dressed, time to go. I’ve got an important meeting now.” He ordered her.

Kaju wore the soiled panties, which pressed against the wetness on her crotch. She then began fixing her clothes when a wad of Rs. 500 notes fell on the bed beside her. She looked up at Ramalingam, confused.

“For you.” He winked at her.

She didn’t touch it. “No sir, I… my…. Ummm…. The promotion….” she babbled.

“Yes, yes, that will be taken care of. Your brother in-law will be made the VP, you don’t have to worry about it.” Ramalingam came and sat next to her. “I want you to have this, for my satisfaction.” he held up the wad of cash to her face. Kajal took the money and faked another smile at him, not wanting to offend him.

Fifteen minutes later, Kajal was in the backseat of Ramalingam’s Mercedes, on the way to her home. The driver kept glancing at her through the rear view mirror, giving her dirty looks.

She looked at the wad of cash she was clutching tightly in her hand and wondered how her simple life had turned over it’s head and gotten so complicated.

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