[Delhidevil2021]

Pls post the story of Kareena Kapoor or Sharaddha kapoor

[Krishan202]

Welcome to my new world, a world I had only fantasised of previously, fantasies that left my writing body covered in sweat, and my pussy dripping my own cum over the bedclothes. Yes, I, Sreemukhi, am now a slut, in mind and now very much of body. All it took was one moment, where I let myself get into a situation I could not control, and I finally I found what I was really needing.





A little more about me first, before I tell you how hot and nasty my first experience of slutdom was.


I often imagine my petite 5ft frame being easily dominated by a group of men...


I've always wanted to explore my fantasies, but trying to be a 'normal' girl, they were thoughts that I always had to push deep down, hide from anyone but myself. I knew there were other women out there who lived the life I wanted to, who dared to push sexual boundaries, who got the same thrill of being 'dirty' as I longed for. Finally though, my desires could be suppressed no longer, and I had to act on my yearning, my yearning for hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex.


Not a day went by without me thinking about sex, and not just normal 'missionary' sex, oh no. I dreamed of sucking cocks, of tasting and feeling cocks of all sizes. I needed cock, and I needed cum, but most of all I needed to be USED! My entire body ached to be roughly handled, to be taken by a man or group of men who would take me completely, no sexual gratification too taboo. I used to cum while forcing my largest vibrator into my lusty pussy, imagining that the stretching was caused by two men fucking me, their cocks brutally banging my insides, using me as a object of pleasure.





Mmm I'm getting hot again just thinking about it, so I better get on and tell you how I first become a 'fuck toy', god those words just send shivers down my spine.


It all started one Friday night, when I was preparing for a date with a new guy I had met in a pub the week previously while out on a girly night. Looking back I should have realised he was a little too good looking, his smile obviously designed to wet the knickers of any conquest he cared to flash it at. At the time I thought I was in for a deserved night of fun, and I dressed to make the most of it. Half the fun of an evening out was the preparation, the long soak in a hot bubble filled bath, soaking my soft skin, taking time to clean and tease my own body. There's something about water running over my body that gets me horny, which some lucky man would hopefully have the benefit of.


Following my long luxurious bath, my routine continues with a shave and moisturise. After ensuring my legs were smooth and silky, and the razor still in my hand, a wicked thought entered my mind. 'What the hell,' I thought to myself, 'let's treat this guy,' and with that I took some shaving foam and massaged it into my already neatly trimmed fine pubes. I had to stop my fingers continuing their administrations, I was feeling so horny. 'Not a time for shaking hands,' I admonished myself, knowing a cut now would ruin my evening to come. I carefully pulled the blade over my pussy lips, enjoying the feeling as my naked skin was revealed. Once finished I took a little more cold fragrance free moisturiser, and cooled my most intimate skin.


Once ready, I took my bottle of wine into the bedroom, another must have preparation for any night out. Pouring myself a cold glass of white, I spent many unrushed moments deciding upon an outfit. I decided to go for it, no point in being virginal anymore, I needed a good seeing to, after far too long without a good fuck. Months of getting off in front of my pc, reading internet porn was pushing my sexual needs higher and higher, rather than satisfying it. I laughed when I thought what my evening's date would think of me, if he had spied me sitting naked at my computer, legs spread sluttishly, rubbing a vibrating dildo over my clit while I watched and read about very nasty and dirty gang bangs, imagining myself at the centre of the rough male attention.





My mind was on autopilot as I pulled on my black hold up stockings, my calves and lower thighs enhanced by their sheer clinging material, the enticement of the pale flesh of my upper thighs somehow magnified when contrasted against the black. I pulled on my best 'pulling pants', which I called my skimpy black thong, the satin material hugging me so tight that anyone glimpsing them would almost make out the outer lips of my womanhood, lips begging to be penetrated.


A side fastening wrap over skirt hid the treats below, and I added a touch of colour, my thinnest and clingiest scarlet top over a black push-up bra, which was designed to show off my breasts to their best, and show through the red top a little, again to tease and turn on my man. I felt and looked hot, the final touch some dark red lipstick, which I applied a little heavier than I would normally, knowing men can think of nothing but me sucking on their hard cocks when they looked at my full red lips. Dropping the lipstick into my best purse I poured myself another celebratory glass of wine, licking my lips naughtily at my own appearance in the mirror.


That's when I caught the sound of my mobile, chiming to tell me a text message had arrived. I was going to ignore it guessing it was one of my friends trying to wind me up about tonight, but then realised it could be my man letting me know he was outside. Flipping over my essential fashion accessory, my heart sank at the short and soulless message; 'Cannot make tonight, maybe another time.'





'Bastard!' I thought to myself, he didn't even dare call to let me down. I sank onto the bed, my whole evening ruined, all my effort gone to waste. Blinking tears from my eyes, my gaze returned to my computer sitting in the corner of the room, the computer being my only sexual release of recent months. Not only release I thought to myself, but my naughty friend who has let me dare think about sex I had never experienced before.


"No, no porn for me tonight," I spoke aloud, a determined smile touching my lips. I realised that I looked too good to waste tonight, and I didn't need a man on my arm to go and show myself off. Maybe it was the wine, but I felt confident and sexy, and a little like the slut I always wished I dared to be.


So that's why I found myself an hour later sitting in a pub drinking my third long vodka and lemonade. I'd already flirted with the barman, and sent a couple of no-hopers on their way. The alcohol made my head buzz, the confidence it gave me egging me on to put on a show. I knew several pairs of eyes were on me, getting drunk alone and looking hot. One party of guys especially, who looked like they were out celebrating a comrades birthday, had made it obvious they liked what they saw whenever their heads turned my way, and I was having fun showing a little more leg to spur on their glances. They looked a lot rougher than the sort of guys I'd ever date myself, but I wasn't thinking straight, I wanted to tease every man, show off what I had, something that a bastard who stood me up would never get now.

[Krishan202]

Later in the evening the DJ turned up the music, and the lights dimmed, as the dance floor started to fill up. Using up a favour with a friend in the bar staff I left my handbag behind, freeing me up to go and strut my stuff. I love to dance, there's something so sensual about bodies moving in close proximity to the beats of the music. I made sure I was the centre of attention as I moved my body, letting my skirt whirl around my legs, revealing my stocking tops with the more energetic moves. I freely let different men come and dance close, enjoying feeling the heat of their tight bodies grind against me, letting their hands rub against my bum, sometimes pushing back against them to let them know I was there to be touched. Once any of the guys started to hog too much of my time, I naughtily moved away, catching another's eye with a seductive smile, and pulled the new victim into my trap, running my hands over my body as I danced, the heat and effort bringing a fine sheen of perspiration over my body, glistening on my cleavage.






Over several hours I revelled in the feelings running through me, enjoying all the hungry male attention, while never taking it further than bodies grinding together close during a dance, getting many men hard as I rubbed my hidden pussy against them. I had lost count of how many crotches I had let my hand 'accidentally' rub against, or how many men had felt my arse or tits in the darkness. By the time I decided to leave, my pussy was on fire, and I knew I had to get home as quickly as possible to take care of myself. My lack of attention, daydreaming about fucking myself with my biggest dildo, was probably why I didn't even notice I was followed from the club, or when I took a wrong turning looking for a taxi, taking me down a dark and dangerous alleyway.


I was rudely torn from my daydream as I came to my senses and realised I was half way down a deserted and rough looking pathway. When I turned round to find my way back to the main street I almost bumped into a group of men coming the other way. It took me a couple of seconds in the semi light to realise it was the group I had been teasing all evening, having danced with and let most of them seven or so men before me touch me through my clothes. Trying to appear less nervous than I was, I flashed a smile and tried to find a path around the intoxicated friends.





"Where are you going babe?" the 'leader' of the pack asked me, winking at his mates as they all eyed my body.


"I just need to get home, I had enough for one night," I shrugged, feeling I had to get back into a more public area, the cold, or possibly fear, making me shiver.


"Oh I think you've not had anything like enough yet SLUT!" he laughed, indicating to a couple of his stockier friends to take hold of me. My terror made me stand still, feeling muscular hands gripping my arms, pulling them behind my back, pushing my breasts forward against the flimsy material of my top. "You've been teasing us all night with that body of yours," he raised a hand to stop my protest and continued, "and it's time we found out if the reality is as good as the slutty performance you've been putting on back there."


'Oh my god,' I thought to myself, shaking with fear, knowing that they weren't going to be satisfied with a dance and a casual feel now, I was going to be gang bangd right there, and there was nothing I could do about it. I knew I should scream out, maybe someone would hear my calls, but there were two things holding me back. For one thing, looking at these drunken guys, I'd probably get hurt, along with anyone who came to my rescue. The other, I am afraid to say, is that my pussy was suddenly betraying me, I could feel to my shame the wetness growing between my legs. I could hardly admit it to myself back then, but now I can share this with you; I wanted and needed to be fucked, and fucked raw buy that group of rowdy men, forced like the slut I knew I need to be.





The dark haired leader of the group came closer, so close I could smell the beer on his breath. He had to bend down to look into my eyes, his 6ft frame dwarfing me. "Let's have a better look at this slut," he barked, the audience behind him cheering in appreciation as his hands reached out and tore at my top, the thin material offering no resistance as he pulled it apart, letting more cold air reach my satin encased breasts. They could all see my nipples harden, either from the cold or my unexpected excitement at being so roughly handled. "Get that bra off!" he ordered, and a slim blond guy came up beside me, grinning as he removed a small knife from his pocket, causing me to strain against the guys holding me, trying to back away in fear.


"Don't worry bitch, I'm not going to hurt you," he laughed, "I'm just rubbish with the fasteners on those things," he said, pulling my bra strap away from my shoulder, only to slice through it. He did the same on the other side, letting the bra fall away, revealing my tits to the drooling audience.





I defiantly looked their leader in the eye, daring him to take things further, actually wanting him to. "And the rest guys, lets see her naked."


My knees shook as several of them rushed forwards at this command, one of them at least finding the button and zip to let my skirt fall to the ground. I could almost hear a sigh as their greedy eyes feasted on my stocking clad legs, and homed in on my tiny thong, now obviously drenched with my own excitement. The blade glinted in the light again as it was used to cut away my only skimpy protection, revealing my shaved precious sex, glistening wet in the little light there was. I knew I was totally at their mercy now, the sight of my body so on show would drive them on to further acts. The cold air hit me now, goose-bumps covering my arms, making my teeth chatter. Still I said nothing, staring ahead with no emotion, now becoming the submissive I had always craved. I think the guy taking the lead was less drunk than his friends, and possibly more experienced, his piecing look going to my soul, seemingly knowing exactly what my inner desires were.

[Krishan202]

"Pull this slut's legs open guys, I want a closer look at her nasty cunt," my tormentor ordered, knowing the pack would follow him. I jumped at his words, his use of slut and cunt sparking something at my core. I put up some pretence of resistance as hands pulled at my inner thighs, slaps stinging my arse deliciously as punishment for fighting. I was pushed down a little, bending my knees as my legs spread, making me squat obscenely. My stranger approached, crouching before me, pushing his hand to my shaven twat. I shuddered as his fingers touched my flesh, gently tracing lines around my inner thighs, teasing me, a very light touch rubbing up the groove between my outer lips, opening my vulva as he slid a thick finger inside. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I trembled, concentrating on the finger slowly sliding inside me, running around my dripping velvet grip, exploring every inch. A second finger joined he first, and suddenly his movements changed, from a gentle lover exploring sacred flesh for the first time, to a hard, insistent finger fucking. Others crowded in, spellbound, watching his fingers open me up, so obviously coated in my slippery juices, now freely flowing from his rough invasion of my burning pussy.





Pulling his fingers from me, he slid them up my stomach, leaving a wet trail all the way up to my lips. When I didn't move, another guy forced my mouth open, pulling my jaw apart, allowing entry to my mouth. I was forced to lick my own flavour from his fingers, secretly loving the degradation forced upon me. "What's your name slut?" he asked me as he finished screwing his fingers in and out of my mouth like some cheap cunt.


"Sreemukhi," I stuttered, now completely in my new master's control.


"No, from now on, it's SLUT," he laughed, joined by his friends around him. "and you are going to be our nasty fuck toy. You thought you could tease us all night and not pay the consequences slut?" he continued, ignoring me as I shook my head, "Well we're going to use every one of your slut holes tonight, and you're going to be a good slut and beg for more."





God how did this man know how to press all my buttons? His words set fire running through my body, my inner needs for so long held back were being sparked into an uncontrollable burning heat, which raged throughout my body.


"Finger yourself slut, put on a proper show for us," he whispered into my ear, knowing full well I was in his power, helpless to resist, not even wanting to stop now.


Determined to show him how dirty I could be, and being supported by two tormentors in my obscene squatting position, I used one hand to pull myself open, exposing my pink flesh to everyone, while the other finger I wet in my mouth, then used it to circle my sensitive clit. I again closed my eyes, throwing my head back, opening my mouth to breath heavy, panting as I rubbed myself, my excitement building quickly knowing many eyes were watching me share such an intimate act.


I could hear their voices around me, the show I was putting on starting to build their own sexual excitement. "Look at the fucking slut, she wants it!" someone exclaimed, surprised at the turn of events.





"Then give it to her," was the animal response, uttered by someone wanting to get the action really going.


I heard a zip being tugged at close to my ear, and opened my eyes to be greeted by a short yet thick cock being pushed to my face. "Suck this bitch!" its owner grunted, taking hold of my hair he roughly pulled my mouth onto him, giving me my first taste of a bitter cock. He rammed it home so hard I almost choked, which I think turned the pervert on even more. Little did he know it was just how I wanted to be used, I loved the feeling of his hard cock plundering my mouth, feeding me with his dripping pre-cum. My tongue worked overtime, lapping at his sensitive underside, while I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks with the suction. "Fuck she's one nasty cock sucker," he informed his mates, hardly required as most eyes were watching my nasty mouth work on him hungrily.





Unfortunately he obviously didn't have much stamina, even in his drunken condition, my ministrations were too much for him, and before long I could feel his balls tighten, a certain sign he was about to cum. I knew just how to drive him over the edge so he'd never forget it, wanting him to cum so hard he filled my mouth, so the others would all want to give me the cum I craved. I looked up into his eyes, knowing the eye contact would be the final straw, a look of submission on my face. He grunted hard as he looked down on me, a piece of meat taking his cock no matter how hard he rammed it into my mouth. His orgasm took hold, making him utter filthy obscenities at me as his cock exploded in the back of my mouth, his seed sliding down my throat. I felt deliciously dirty as I pulled my head back, to allow his further spurts to cum over my face, his jerking cock rubbing and spreading the sticky goo over my cheeks and chin.


I didn't have a second to catch my breath, as I felt hands force me down on my hands and knees, the cold hard floor making me gasp. I must have looked such a slut, circled by men now rubbing hardening cocks all around me, a face already sticky with cum, my arse high in the air inviting them to use me.


Another stranger approached me from behind, I couldn't even see him as I felt his hands grasp the soft globes of my arse, squeezing me roughly, pulling them apart to reveal my dripping cunt and tight brown eye of my arse. Then I felt his cock push up against me, the hot hard flesh sliding up and down the crevice between my cheeks. I didn't know where he was going to fuck me, and to be honest, I didn't care. So I gasped out as I felt the head of his cock start to inch into my pussy, slipping in very easily as I was so wet. What shocked me was his length, and I almost squealed as his cock continued to slide inside, deeper and deeper, invading depths never before found by any cock.





I had only just started to push back against him, wanting to feel the head of his cock bang against my cervix, when my hair was grabbed and my head violently pulled back, to have my mouth rudely invaded by another dick. I was in heaven, finally the nasty slut being gang bangd in a lonely back alley, taking two cocks at once. They guys around me knew that none of them would leave without being satisfied as they watched me deepthroat and gag around their mate. My pussy was on fire as it was reamed by the longest cock I thought I'd ever find, it's dirty owner sliding a wet thumb into my other tightest of holes. "Mmmmmm," I groaned around the cock stuffing my face, loving the feeling of this third invasion. The situation and the multiple stimulations had me cumming hard, my pussy clenching around my aggressive invader, wave after wave of contractions squeezing his pole. My whole world was now the smell, taste, feeling of cock, pleasure filling all my senses. I could make out the emboldened guys chanting, 'fuck the slut' ringing in my ears.
My breasts were jiggling manically underneath me, as my assailants pounded into me harder and harder, using me like a piece of meat. This drew the attention of my lead aggressor, who knelt beside me so he could cup my soft and firm breasts in his hands. I thought I must have died and gone to heaven as his again changed from gentle to firm, through to rough. His fingers pulled my nipples hard, extending my breasts under his unrelenting pressure, the needles of pain driving me into a frenzy. He pinched harder and harder, twisting, pulling, forcing me to squeal around the cock I was sucking.





My body rocked back and forth, now every never on fire, the cold forgotten as heat rippled through me. I felt the cock in my pussy being ripped rudely from me, and I wiggled my arse begging to be filled again. The next moment I realised why he had withdrawn, as I felt the warm wet sensation of cum splattering against the small of my back. I could feel cum pooling on my skin, then sliding down between my arse cheeks, oozing over my cunt.

[Krishan202]

I didn't need to beg for another cock to take its place, as another eager volunteer stepped forwards to take me. I realised what he wanted as he started to spank me hard, forcing my hard down further on the cock in my throat. He was obviously a bum man, and I knew he would soon force his cock inside my bowels. My pussy twitched in anticipation, wanting that dirty fuck so badly. The guy in my mouth could take it no longer, and pulled out completely, again wanting to see my face covered in his nasty spunk. I watched closely has his hand rubbed up and down his thick shaft, seeing a man play with himself always got me hot, and I was already on fire. The only sounds apart from the moaning of the guy wanking over my face was the hard 'crack' of a hand slapping down onto my arse, reddening the flesh, and making my eyes water.





The pain shocked my body, but it wasn't enough. "More, please, harder," I croaked, looking over my shoulder to urge on the assault on my arse. I turned back to catch the first rope of stringy cum over my face, his jerking cock sending spewing cum several feet, spunking into my hair. I shook with an small orgasm just from how nasty I felt as his cum literally washed over me. He stepped away from me with shaking legs, admiring his work, letting everyone see what a mess he'd made of me.


As two more strapping lads stepped forwards, presenting me with more tempting meat to devour, I felt something cold and very hard at the gaping entrance to my pussy. Someone was laughing as I felt the old object being screwed into me. OH FUCK, I though silently, as I felt what I realised was a bottle neck being pushed deeper and deeper inside me. The devious bastards laughed as they watched me take the beer bottle deep inside me, my tight pussy stretching around the cold glass, letting them see my dripping insides. I must have looked so nasty at that point, face and hair dripping cum, with a bottle shoved up my cum coated cunt.





I didn't have much time to get used to the bottle, before my arse man stepped forward and put his dick head to my dirty hole. Even though it was tight, I had spent many evenings with butt plugs inside me, so was easily able to allow his brutal entrance. He slid his monster into me with a roar, sinking it to his sweaty balls. I felt the pain and pleasure rip through my behind, his cock and the bottle filling me to my limits. The cock burned my insides, sawing in and out, causing me to grunt like an animal. Cocks rubbed against my face, their owners duelling to push them into my slut mouth. I couldn't use my hands; I needed them to hold me up under the anal assault. This guy new how to fuck hard! He was hammering me, not caring if he hurt the slut under him, almost ripping my arse apart. I was cumming continuously now, contractions wracking my body, my breath ragged gasps. I could only just sense the guys around my sides, wanking their cocks furiously, all wanting to add to the mess I was becoming. My mouth was alternately being fucked by two nasty bastards, seeing who could outdo the other with depth they could reach.


My tits were constantly being tortured, slapped and pinched till I feared they must be bruised back and blue. Someone spat on me, and when I didn't utter a complaint, others joined in. I could feel my body getting coated in sweat, cum, and now saliva, and wished it never to end. I wanted them to hurt me, use me, to take me past human limits.





I pushed rhythmically back against the cock that was splitting my arse, our bodies thudding together every powerful thrust, the rhythm we beat out getting faster and faster, the guys trying to fuck my face having a hard time keeping their dripping cocks in my mouth. They gave up, and started wanking hard, rubbing their cocks up over my face, pushing their hairy sweaty balls against my face, so my cries were muffles against them. The smell of sweat and cum were overpowering me, as I gasped for breath.


A guttural cry signalled when my arse fuck was ending, I could feel every spasm of his cock as he juddered into me, slapping my arse in his orgasmic explosion. I could feel his cum running into me, dampening the raw flames inside, coating my sensitive skin of my insides. He pulled out with a comical plop, and I could feel the air entering my gaping anus, muscles opening and contracting with the loss.





I almost felt like I was passing out , so I rolled onto my back, a slut basking in her glory, as I felt the cum start to rain down on my from the four or so men wanking over me. I smiled as they showered me in their hot seed, pumping themselves over my tits and stomach The nasty slut to the last, my fingers rubbed spunk over my body, my skin not being able to get enough of their thick cream. One nasty fucker scooped up several tablespoons worth, and forced it into my mouth, ordering me to drink it down. I showed him! I didn't swallow straight away, oh no, I blew bubbles with it, tasting, enjoying the texture, knowing I could never get enough cum. The men looked down at me with amazement and lust, knowing they had all met their match.





The fucking ended, the lads were keen to get away, leaving me laying in the gutter, clothes laying around me, my stockings laddered and spunk splattered. Oh, and very, very happy.



THE-END

[Krishan202]

All Credits goes to original writer  Varunkrish174


 I am Varun Krishnan, aged 28, from Bangalore. I am working as an accountant in a small firm. An average good-looking guy.


My senior named Vishnu Priya aged 33 from Hyderabad, a married woman who has a daughter. She was from a very orthodox family. She did her collegeing in a convent college. She was my senior in college . We have become very close since college.





She had a boyfriend during college times but broke when she was in her last year. I had gone to her hometown once for her wedding. I know her parents very well. Either she or I would call each other once in a while and I would end up talking to her daughter.


I would send gifts through my friends for her child’s birthday who is 5 years old now. Vishnu Priya would still scold me for not coming down to meet her child. This happened in December. I was traveling from my office and Vishnu Priya called me saying she needed help.


She was coming to Bangalore for training. She wanted a place to stay for a month or 2. Since it was short notice for me to find a suitable place for her I suggested she stay in my flat for the time being. We would find 1 later.


She knew that I was staying alone in a 1BHK flat which was near to her institution. She knows me very well and she agreed. It was decided that she would be reaching Bangalore Wednesday evening.


On the day of arrival, Vishnu Priya called me up saying she is about to take a flight from hyderabad and she would be reaching Bangalore around 6:30 pm. Since I had a meeting in the office and it was difficult to scroll down through this heavy traffic in Bangalore.





I suggested that she take an airport taxi. I shared my address. I thought of making her sleep in my room and made my room clean. Around 7:45 pm-8:00 pm she reached. I invited her to my home. She was surprised by the interior that I have done and also how I have kept my flat clean.


She went to freshen up and we went out to have dinner. We came back and I made her sleep in my room. I settled in the hall on my favorite couch.


The next day (Thursday) I woke up and found she was talking to her child. I found that her eyes were red and thought because she was staying away from her child. I freshened up. She had made tea. I took my cup and went to the balcony for a smoke.


I then got ready and left for my office. That day evening when I came, I found that she had prepared dishes. She was again on the phone crying. I went to take a bath. I found her used panty (black panty with red designs in it). I took that and inhaled. The smell was very strong.


I came out after my bath and found she was in the kitchen doing the last touch on the dishes. Anyone could make out that she wasn’t wearing any inner.  While eating I found she wasn’t normal and when I asked, she said she was missing her child.


To change the topic, I asked about the institution and course. We spoke about her family, her husband, child, parents and later we slept.


The next day (Friday), as usual, the same routine. We went to our office and class but when I came back home, I found her happy. She asked me to take her out since it was an off for both of us the next day. We planned to go to McDonald’s. We spent time till around 1:30 and we came back.


Saturday Usually, I meet my friends on weekends. Today since Vishnu Priya was at home and I don’t want her to know anything about this. But I had a meeting at 11 am which was planned already a month before with my Mumbai friend.


She came to Bangalore for a function and would return by Sunday. She has taken a room for herself. I went out saying that I had to meet my friend and would return by evening. Even though she had some shopping and she asked me not to worry about her.


By evening when I came back home, I found Vishnu Priya again crying. She knew that I noticed this time. I took a bath and when I came out,
Vishnu Priya: Varun, do you still drink or you stopped? ( We both used to drink during our college time, say for our birthdays, festival season, etc)


Me: Nope I do drink.
V: I would like to have 1. Can we go and grab some?



Seriously, even though I wanted to have a drink, I changed my dress. We both went to the nearby MRP store, grabbed some beers and bought some side dishes for the day. We reached home and started the party. Vishnu Priya was wearing a black round neck loose top and black skirt. I was in a t-shirt and shorts.


One by one bottle started to get empty. I could see Vishnu Priya was getting drunk. Vishnu Priya slowly started to open her issues. Her husband is living separately and her child is with him. After her child was born, her husband wasn’t interested in having fun with her.


He is always running for money. She started to cry. I got up from my place and sat near her. I put my hand across her shoulders. She kept her head on my shoulders and kept crying. The smell from her hair and body was killing me.


Seriously these girls always have a different kind of smell from their body. I kept rubbing my hand on her shoulders for some time. I slowly lifted her face and saw tears near her eyes. I wiped her tears while she was looking at me. I couldn’t control looking at her juicy lips.



Now my right hand was on her tummy and my left hand on her face wiping her tears. I could see her cleavage from her loose top (which was very deep). I slowly moved my hand down towards her lips. I rubbed my thumb finger on her upper lips and lower lips down.


I couldn’t control my feelings by looking at her wet lips. I moved forward and started to kiss her lips. For 15-20 seconds she didn’t respond and after that, she just pushed me away and slapped me on my face. I was fucked up and got up from my place.


I went to the balcony cursing myself for taking the wrong step. I lit a cigarette and started smoking looking towards the road. Suddenly I felt Vishnu Priya hugging me from behind.


Vishnu Priya: Sorry da, I didn’t mean to slap you. I slapped you because I wanted to take the 1st initiative, but you kissed me 1st. (I was shocked to hear this from her mouth and turned towards her) Yes da, I have feelings for you. I wished I had a partner like you.





Vishnu Priya: The care you give me when I am in need, the way you treat me makes me feel that I am your queen in every aspect.  Since college, I had a crush on you, but I didn’t have any clue on how you would take it. But 2 days back I understood that you had the same feelings for me.

[Krishan202]

She had seen my boner when I came out of the bathroom after playing with her panty. When she went to use the bathroom, she found that her panty had a small amount cum and she confirmed this. I was shocked as well as ashamed and didn’t know how to respond.


Since I was a bit taller than her, she lifted herself and started kissing my lips. I threw my cigarette and caught her waist and pulled her more up. I slid my hand inside her top and she shivered. We went inside her room after locking up the balcony door and lights.


I hugged her from behind and started to kiss her neck. She kept her hand on my head. I started to lick her right ear and she was giving a low moan. I whispered in her ears, “I always dreamt and jerked and had wasted a huge load of cum during our college time.”





She suddenly turned towards me and hugged me tightly. She was kissing my both side neck, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, and my lips, we were kissing madly.


I made her lay down on the bed and I laid to her right side and kept my right hand on her tummy. I started to kiss her neck and the fragrance from her body was killing me. 


I was kissing her entire neck from left to right and slowly went up towards her pinkish lips. I started kissing her very slowly. I could see that she had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. I then went up to her forehead and gave kisses. I kissed her closed eyes and went near her ears.


The moment I licked her ear lobes she twisted her face and laughed. She then pulled me down on the bed and she came up. I had kept my right hand inside her top and was moving my hand on her back. She started undressing my t-shirt and was kissing my hairy chest.


She was sucking my nipples and licking my whole chest till my tummy like a dog. I was shocked to see her wildness. I then caught her face with both my hands and pulled her towards me. I could see the wildness in her eyes. I removed her top completely from her body.


I could feel her cold body on me. We then started to suck each other’s lips and I turned her around and I came on top of her. I could see her deep cleavage and I started to suck her breast above her pink bra. I then removed her strap from her right shoulder and started kissing her neck.





I slowly moved towards her left side shoulder and moved the strap down. I pulled her bra completely down till her tummy and caught both her boobs on my hand. She placed her hands above mine. She had her eyes closed but I saw her tears were rolling down.


I laid above her again and slowly licked her tears from her face. She opened her eyes and gave a smile. I slowly went down towards her knee and slowly started to lick her toe. I was sucking her toe fingers as if I was sucking a candy. Then I went a bit up and started kissing her legs by moving her skirt up.





When the skirt reached her waist I saw her panty which had flowers printed on it in red color. I slowly started rubbing my hand on her pussy (above her panty). I could feel that it had hairs. Not bushy but I think she might have cleaned her pussy just before coming to Bangalore.


When I looked at her I saw she had closed her eyes tightly and was also biting her lips. I kept my face on her pussy (above her panty) and started to inhale the smell.  It was piercing into my nose and I could feel my lips and getting wet. I slowly removed her panty from her body.


Her pussy was brown and was wet. I spread her pussy lips with my 2 fingers. Vishnu Priya have a jerk when my fingers touched her pussy lips. I inserted my tiny finger inside her pussy. And I moved my finger up and down. She was giving a small noise. I pulled my finger from her pussy and tasted it.





It was salty and had a different kind of taste. I laid above her and started sucking her lips. I slowly kept pushing my dick in her hole. She was pushing her body up. We broke our kiss. She whispered in my ears asking me to take off my shorts.


I got up from her body on the floor and removed my shorts in 1 go and again jumped between her legs.


Vishnu Priya: (looking into my eyes and with wet lips) Slowly I might be torn apart badly.


I kept my dick head on her pussy entrance and slowly pushed it. She closed her mouth and her eyes tightly. I pulled my dick out. But kept it on her pussy entrance and suddenly I saw relief in her closed eyes. I started to kiss her eyes. I had both my hands on her left and right side of her face.


After a few seconds, I pushed my dick inside. I felt like I was digging a new hole. Her pussy was damn tight. She gave a loud moan and I was scared of my neighboring flat members. I caught her face which was turning left to right and vice versa. And closed her mouth with mine.





I kept my dick inside her pussy for some time. Once she was fine I started to ram her harder. She was moaning into my mouth and was pushing me away with her hands. I pinned both her hands above her head and kept ramming her pussy harder and deeper.


After some time she loosened her grip and her moaning became a bit low. I stopped for a few seconds to see her reaction. She loosened her grip from my hand and gave a small slap on my cheek and asked me to fuck her harder. Again I started but this time faster.

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I started eating her boobs and pulling her nipple by my teeth. Suddenly she hugged me across my neck and came badly. I stopped for some time so that she can catch some breath. I got down from the bed. I turned her around and made her on her knees. I spat on my dick and pushed my dick completely inside.





She gave a loud moan. I stopped suddenly and asked her to shut her mouth. She took the pillow lying next to her and dipped her face into it. I kept ramming her pussy for 10 – 15 minutes. I pulled out my dick and knelt on the floor and started licking her pussy.


I moved my fingers up to her ass and down to her pussy. She moaned and asked me to do that again. I started licking her pussy and asshole simultaneously. I kept fingering her pussy and she came with a loud moan. After some time I positioned myself and dipped my dick-head inside her pussy.



She arched her head back and gave a loud moan. I pulled my dick completely out and started rubbing it in her pussy walls. She was going crazy. She pulled my hand with her hand and was asking me to fuck. But this time I took my dick a bit above and gave a hard push tearing her asshole.


She was trying to move away. But I caught her waist and kept hitting her asshole badly. It was hurting me. But this was my dream come true and I didn’t want to waste this lovely opportunity. I pushed her head into the pillow so that her scream wouldn’t be heard.





I kept hitting her asshole hard and took my right towards her pussy and kept playing in it. After fucking her for a solid 15 minutes, we both came at the same time. But what shocked me was the way she came. She started to shiver badly and fell on to the bed.


My dick slipped from her ass and my cum was all over her ass cheeks. She was still lying on the bed shivering as if she got a shock. It was my first time seeing someone shivering when she orgasm. I went near her and tried to console. But she didn’t allow me to touch her. I felt her alone for a few minutes.





I walked towards my kitchen to fetch some water. When I came back to her room. She was fine and was lying down on the bed. I gave her some water to drink and consoled her by hugging her. I felt some wetness on my chest and found that she was crying.


When I asked her the reason, Vishnu Priya said that no one has given such care to her even her boyfriend from college. Both her husband and her boyfriend just wanted to cum and they left her as if they were playing with some garbage. She thanked me.





She promised till she leaves back to Hyderabad she would stay in this house as my wife. After that night she was there with me for almost a month. We were like a newly married couple and would keep having fun inside my flat.  We walked naked around and I was banging her on the balcony at midnight etc.



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It started innocently enough. No perverted plans or fantasies, just maybe a product of the situation that I was in. Maybe it was destiny or fate, but I promise you I didn’t wake up that morning and say to myself, ‘I think I’ll whore my wife out today.’ This morning I did.


Innocent, like I said. We had moved to Mumbai almost two years ago. It cost a small fortune, one that we were still feeling the effects from. Coupled with a short stay in the hospital to find out my heart was fine but my stomach was churning too much acid, we had accumulated an extensive collection of bills in our mail sorter.


Granted we could pay everything off in time, but I knew from experience that we were more likely to just accumulate more bills. We made decent money, at least for the area. No one made good money except for doctors and lawyers. I decided I would get a part-time job, and get everything caught up or maybe ahead. Then I could go back to trying to enjoy life and not worrying about paying the bills.


I had looked last year and I knew where the money was to be made, at least for me. I had done some security work in the past and knew that all the clubs, hotels and condos would be hiring for extra staff during spring break. I applied at three places one day and was offered two jobs. One at a nice hotel resort and another at a less reputable motel. For some reason, I liked the seedier location and it’s promise of more activity. It also paid much better, although I was sure I would have to earn it.


Working security during spring break can have its ups and downs. It’s sort of like being a babysitter to 1800 college students. Only a handful were what I would call bad kids. The rest were just here to have fun. My philosophy was simple. Try to prevent damage to the motel’s property and keep the kids out of trouble. Both were easier said than done.


Most of the kids responded to gentle reminders well. Once you explained some simple facts their minds would process and they would comply with your wishes. Things like climbing balconies, an established problem here with several deaths each year. As motel security I would just walk up to them and explain that we enjoyed them staying with us, but if the security officer drove by and saw them, they would be staying some place not quite so much fun. Of course, I would never tell them that if they didn’t comply, I would be the one calling the security officer.


I also noticed the ratio of girls to guys. About 70 percent guys and 30 percent girls. Not a bad ratio if you were a girl, but for the guys, there just wasn’t enough to go around. Many a night I would stand in the parking lot and listen to them howling at the moon like dogs in heat. In addition, I don’t think an hour went by when I wasn’t asked where a guy could find “you know, that kind of girl.”


I usually sent them to one of the local bars, not knowing whether they would find what they were looking for or not. At the least, they would have something to jerk off too later in the evening. After a week of that, I began to ask these guys questions. What are you looking for? How much are you willing to pay and for what? I did some math in my head and wondered if the “right” woman could make some money taking care of these kids.


What surprised me the most was how low the standards were on these guys. Granted they had looked, and probably been turned down by every college girl in a tight bikini and for some, there was more alcohol in their veins than blood. At a point, they didn’t care anymore about anything except getting off by means other than their own.





“I don’t care what she looks like as long as she sucks me off,” and the other favorite, “I can close my eyes and see who I want to fuck, but I can’t make my hand feel like a wet pussy.”


The next morning after getting up from work, I sat at my computer. I printed up a few pictures and then put them away for my next research project.


It was Thursday night, and while not as hectic as the weekend, it was still busy. It was about 11 PM when the first kid walked up to me with “the question.”


I asked what and how much and then pulled out one of the pictures.


“How much if you could get this one?” I asked.


“Shit man look at those tits. Fuck. Shit what’s she into?” the horny young man asked.





“Making money, “ I replied evenly.


“You think she’d blow me for 1000?”


“I don’t know. I’ll have to check. Give me your room number and I’ll let you know if I can work it out,” I told the young man. Within an hour, my research was complete. No less than ten different guys came up to me to check out the picture. Each offered between 1000 and 5000 to be with the woman in the photo, my wife.


Over the course of the rest of the night, I decided to increase my research material. Whenever I would show the guys the pic, I would have them scribble what they wanted and how much they would pay on the back of the photo. It surprised even me when I got home and totaled the possible income at almost a thousands for one night’s work of sucking and fucking. I went to bed and woke up the next morning. The morning I did wake up thinking about whoring my wife out.





My problem was how to approach her. We had been married for almost 5 years. At one point, there was a semi-real, semi-fantasy of her giving ‘massages’ for money. I remember it was a hot subject for a few weeks, until the money crisis at that time passed. But now we weren’t in a real crisis. It was my desire to pay off all our bills to get some other things we wanted. She wasn’t that concerned about it. So how would I get her to want to help?


Carefully.


Anjali was already downstairs when I got up about mid morning. Her soft blonde curls framing her face as she smiled at me.


“So how was it last night?”


“Not too bad,” I replied, “but tonight being Friday it will be out of control.”


“I bet. Be careful you don’t OD on college girl tits,” she laughed.


“Not to worry dear. It seems to take two to three girls just to make up what you have right here,” I offered.


“Yeah well I bet all those college guys would rather see those young boobs than mine any day.”


“You might be surprised. Especially since some of the girls are either being very selective or spending more time with each other. It doesn’t help that there are a lot more guys here than girls too.”


“Oh that’s too bad,” my wife mocked, “all those needy college guys here to have a good time and they end up jerking off. Maybe I should go down and show them a good time.”


Anjali was smiling and giggling at the thought. I on the other hand was amazed at how easy the conversation turned the way I was hoping.


My next statement had to be calculated to cover all sides. “All I know is if I were a woman, I’d be getting plenty of dick and lots of money too.”





Anjali sat quiet for a moment, not watching the TV but looking at it. I wondered what she was thinking. I knew better than to try and say anything without her broaching the subject herself. It felt like forever. How could I tell my wife that I wanted her to be a whore to all these college guys? How could I tell her that I thought it would be hot to see her with them and to know they are paying for her sexual favors?


“So you’re telling me that these guys are willing to pay for sex?”


“Yep.”

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“How do you know that?” she asked, turning slightly but not looking at me.


“They’ve talked to me about it. Asking if I knew anyone that did that. I usually just send them to the strip bar, but I know they come back alone and still horny as hell,” I told her. Figuring to break the seriousness of the conversation I joked, “ I just hope the motel has enough toilet paper to handle all the jerking off they must be doing.”





Anjali politely laughed at my comment and turned back to the TV. The news had come on and as normal there was a Cyclone Break report. I would love to buy the camera person a drink, because they caught every good looking guy wandering down the street or laid out at the beach.


“Yeah like guys like that can’t get laid,” she muttered.


Time to up the stakes a bit. “Oh, it’s true. I know it for a fact. You might think that it’s just the nerdy guys, but mostly they are good looking boys. Like I said, just not enough girls to go around. They were practically begging for the chance to find someone to screw. Even if they had to pay for it. None of them want to go home without some kind of story to brag about.”


“And they told you they would pay for it?”


“Well, actually, I started a list, out of curiosity. I had them write down what they wanted and how much they would pay.”


“Really?”





“Yeah. You know just something to pass the time. I told them to let me know what they wanted and I would see what I could find. Maybe not totally honest, but even though I wasn’t going to find someone, they were still going without.”


“So where’s this list?” Anjali wanted to know. She was now turned in her chair and looking right at me.


“I think it’s out in the car, or I might have left it there. Not sure.”


“Go see if you brought it home. I’m curious too.”


I tried to shrug indifferently and went out to my car. I knew where the list was without looking but I took my time to make her wait a bit. I still had no idea where her mind was on the whole subject. As I said earlier, we had playfully tossed the idea out before, but never went anywhere with it. I took the sheet of paper and folded it so the photo on the other side wouldn’t show through and headed into the house. I sat on the couch and Anjali moved over next to me to read the list in my hands. It was an impressive list to say the least.


“Let’s see what these horny boys are offering,” she smiled.



The list itself was highlighted by several requests for blowjobs, ranging in offerings from 500 to 1500. Fucking was listed from 2000 to 4000 dollars. One young man wanted to ass fuck for 5000. The three that seemed to get most of Anjali’s attention were the ones that wanted to do a whore with another person.


One guy said that for him and his roommate together they would pay 10000. Another was for all six guys in a room for two hours for 30000. The last was for six guys that wanted three hours and were willing to pay 50000.


Anjali eyed the list, with several ‘Oh My Gods’.


“Yeah but if you brought them Bertha Fat Ass, they would tell you to go to hell, I’m sure.”


“I’m sure they would. I showed them a picture I got from the computer and these are the prices they offered,” I told my wife, not mentioning the picture was of her. I also wondered if I had one of her nude if the prices wouldn’t go up.





“Well looking at these prices you must have found a picture of a good looking pretend whore.”


“Oh yes. She is quite beautiful. In fact, it was almost sad when they would find me and ask if I was able to make it happen and I had to tell them no. A few of them really were hoping to see her tits. She has nice ones,” I smiled, “in the photo.”


“What else did she look like? I'm curious to know what she looked like to get these kinds of offers. You got the picture?”


“Yes.”


“Can I see it?”


“Maybe,” I answered.


“Maybe?”


“Well you have to understand it was research. I was just kind of fooling around.” I was nervous as hell. I never thought about it through this far, but Anjali could really get mad at me for showing her picture to these guys. I decided to go for broke and unfold the paper.


“It’s on the other side of the list.”


It felt like Anjali stared at the photo for hours. Then she turned the paper over and looked at the list again. Then back to the photo. My stomach was in knots. The excitement I had started to feel was gone and fear that I fucked up crept up as the silence grew.



“So let me see if I have this straight. These guys ask if you know a whore. You say maybe and then show them my picture. Then they write down what they want to do with me and for how much. Is that about it?”


“Yeah. I guess. Pretty much,” I answered. I knew every detail of the shoes I was wearing because that was the only thing I could look at for the moment.


“And they were upset because they wanted to see my tits?”


“Yeah, they really liked the way you looked.”

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“So what did you tell them was the reason I wouldn’t be there?”


“I told them I couldn’t get you on your cell phone and you must be already busy.”


“So if one of these guys sees me in the store today, he’ll think I’m out sucking and fucking for money.”


“Oh, jeez, Anjali. I never thought of that. I’m so sorry. I was just trying to have fun, that’s all.”


“So you think it would be fun to whore your wife out to a bunch of college guys?”





I couldn’t answer her. Anjali stood up, walked out to her car, and took off. I had no idea where she went. For all I knew she went to find a divorce lawyer. I went upstairs and got cleaned up and got ready to go to my normal job.


It was a couple of hours later that Anjali came home, carrying a large bag. She didn’t say a word and went straight to her bedroom. I assumed she was mad at me so I left her alone. Several minutes later I hear a knock on the door to the bedroom where I keep my clothes.


“Come in.”


Anjali opened the door and stood there. I turned to look and could feel my mouth open in surprise. My fairly conservative wife was standing before me wearing a very tight, bright red tank top. Her hips and just barely her ass were covered by an equally tight black leather mini skirt. In fact, it was so short I could see the tops of her stockings and the red lacy straps from what must have been a garter belt. On each foot was a black leather boot ending just below the knee, each sporting a high spiked heel.


“So you think they would like this? Do you like your wife in her new whore outfit?”


“Yeah. You look fucking great.”





I then notice her face. Her makeup is overdone, with accents to her eyeshadow and blood red lipstick. I notice her fingernails are covered in high gloss red too.


“You like my new lipstick. I figured I had better get some that promises to be smearproof. If it does, maybe we could sue them. Wouldn’t that be fun telling a court full of people that I was whoring and their lipstick smeared while I was sucking college cock?”


“You might have to demonstrate how that happened,” I offered, feeling my arousal returning.


“Maybe you should take some pictures of me this way, so they can see what I looked like before I started sucking and fucking for money. Then if you’re lucky, you can get some after shots. Or maybe even some during. They would have a good idea what went wrong then.”


“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say.


“Actually, I was thinking you could take some of me like this, and see if my prices go up any tonight. Maybe give them a bit more to help them decide,” she tells me with a husky voice.


I grab my digital camera and lead her back to her bedroom.


“Get on the bed. Lay on your side facing me and put your head on your hand.”


Anjali does as I ask and I snap several pictures from different angles.


“Now on your knees, facing away.”


Click.


“Lift the skirt.”


Click, click.


“Stand up and pull the tank top down.”


Click, click, click.


“Back on the bed. On your back. Legs spread. Knees up.”


Click, click, click, click.


“Okay that should be enough for now. I’ll get these downloaded into the computer and printed out,” I tell my sexy wife.


“You know I was thinking. I really would hate to have my lipstick smear and look like an amateur whore. Maybe we should test it just to make sure. And if you want, you could take a few action shots to show the boys too,” Anjali says moving off the bed.





She drops to her knees in front of me and tilts her head to look me in the eye. Her hands work on my pants as I snap a picture of her upturned face. After dropping my pants and underwear around my ankles, she grabs my cock and pumps it a few times before kissing the head. I was already half erect from taking the hot pictures and now sport a full raging hard on.


“Put just your lips over the tip, but not over the whole crown. Look up at me.”


Click.


“Now let it slide in. Look up.”


Click.


“More.”


Click.





This continues until her nose is resting in my pubic hair and I can feel her chin touching my balls.


“Now let’s see if you can smear that lipstick,” I tell her before placing the camera strap around my neck and holding the sides of her head in my hands.


I glide my cock between her wet shiny red lips repeatedly. Anjali’s cheeks hollow out as she tries to suck the cum out of my balls. Her hand assists and she begins to jerk me off in her mouth while she licks and tongues just the head.


Click.


Her other hand reaches down and finds my balls. Once cum filled and hanging low, they are now shrunk up tight with my impending explosion of cum. I start to hump Anjali’s mouth holding one hand on her head.


“Hold your mouth open and jerk me off in your mouth and on your face.”





I watch through the viewfinder snapping pictures with one hand and hold Anjali’s face close with the other. She sticks her tongue out lapping at the underside of my cock head. When her eyes look up at me, I hold out no longer.


Click, click, click, click, click.


I release her head and continue to take pictures as she licks me clean and then using her fingers wipes the cum off her face, licking each fingerfull off with her lips. I zoom in and get a wonderful close up of my cum staining her shiny red lips.

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Anjali stands and leans close to whisper in my ear, her tits still exposed from her pulled down tank top pressing into me.


“Let me know what time to get there.”


I do the best I can to get through my normal eight hours at work. I didn’t have much of a chance to discuss everything with Anjali, but she did tell me to tell her what time to show up at my part time job. I also had a complete set of all the photos I had taken that afternoon.





It’s a wonder I didn’t get a speeding ticket that night. I got to work in record time. Things were pretty much normal and even at ten o’clock it was still early. I called Anjali and told her to come on down. I also told her to wear a long coat over her outfit so she didn’t cause too much notice to herself. Then I went to find the night manager. As it turned out, a couple of guys had been kicked out before I got on so there was a room available. I explained that I just wanted to use it as a place to get away from the ruckus and sit down for a few minutes. He handed me the key and I felt my heart race at how well it was all coming together.


I saw Anjali pull up and I directed her to park her car near the room. I gave her the key and told her she might need to straighten it up a bit, as it hadn’t been serviced yet.


“Any potential clients,” she asked, getting out of the car.


“No, not yet. But it’s still fairly early for a Friday night,” I told her.


I notice her take a cooler and a large bag into the room with her. At least she knew to bring some things with her to kill the time.





About an hour later I had my first inquiry. It was a young man I had talked to the night before.


“Hey man, what’s going on tonight? Have you got lucky yet?” I asked.


The young man was a bit shorter than I was, maybe five eight. He was stocky, but not fat. Like he worked out a bit. He had been drinking but seemed to have his wits about him still.


“No these bitches are fucked up. Most of the ones here are from my own college. I couldn’t get them there so not much chance of getting here. Too bad you couldn’t hook us up with that hooker you know.”


“Well you may be in luck. I talked to her a bit ago and she said she might be able to come out and play tonight. She also gave me some more photos to show whoever might be interested.”


I handed the young man the photos and watched his face as he went through the first set of shots. He actually flushed a bit when he got to the ones showing my whore sucking me off.


“Fuck man. She is fucking hot. God I would give anything to be that dude.”


“How much is anything? I can give her a call and see if she’s interested.”


“Fuck I’d give 1500 for a blow job that fucking hot.”


“Stay here for a second. Turn around and face away from the street, okay. I’ll be right back.”


The young man turned around as I walked off. I punched my wife’s cell phone number.


“Anjali’s One Girl Whorehouse. This is Anjali, can I help you?” she answered.


“Cute, you little fucking whore.”


“Oh, so you’ve been serviced here before.”


“As a matter of fact I have. But now I have a young man that is inquiring about your services. He said he would give 1500 to get a blowjob like the one in the pictures. You should be able to see him standing looking at the building if you look out your window.”


“Hang on, Sir.”


“Oh dear. That poor young man. You should send him right over. I know I can help him just fine. Would you be a dear and collect for me. I would hate to spoil his mood.”


“Right away, whore,” I replied with a laugh before ending the call.


Back to the young man, “You’re in luck. You see that blue truck over there?”


“Yeah.”


“Go stand next to it. Put your money in the hole on the side of the bed. Then head over to room 112. She’s waiting for you now.”


Not another word was spoken. The young man went to the truck and put the money in and then practically ran to room 112. I went over and picked up the money, two twenties and a ten. I slipped them in my shirt pocket, deciding that I would frame it for Anjali as a reminder of her first job as a whore.


It wasn’t until then that I thought about my sweet loving wife, with her whore red lips strained around a younger man’s cock. My moment of jealousy changed to excitement and pride. I knew she was. What I didn’t know was I wanted others to know that.


It took longer than I expected, maybe twenty minutes. I assumed Anjali was enjoying herself. That and it didn’t hurt to have the young man spread the word about how good she was at giving head. But of course there could have been more and I wouldn’t have known.


My phone rang shortly after he left.


“Did you get his money?”


“Yes, like you told me too.”


“Good. Then I am a real whore now. For 1500 that young man shot his load down my throat. He held my head on him so I had to swallow it all. I can still taste his cum in my mouth even now. It was so hot and tasty. But be a darling now and find someone who wants to fuck me now.”





Anjali disconnected before I could say anything, not that I could think of anything to say. Word spread quickly, as it wasn’t long before another young man came up to me. He told me he wanted to get laid, but he only had 1000. I took his money anyway and sent him straight to my whore’s room. I didn’t bother calling her this time.


In about fifteen minutes, he too came out. Grinning from ear to ear. He surprised me by walking back up to me.





“If I go to the ATM and get some more money, can I go again later?”


“Sure if you want, but it’ll have to be more than 1000 this time.”


“That’s cool. Hey did you know that bitch is fucking married. I was pounding her hard from behind and she said she bet her husband would love to see my big dick fucking her hot cunt.”


It went that way for several more hours. A college guy would approach wanting to get sucked or fucked, I’d take his money and send him in. Anjali didn’t call me after the first one and I didn’t call her until later.





It was about three AM and things were winding down. Usually when it started to get quiet, I would head home. Anjali was in the middle (literally, I found out later) of taking care of two friends, so I made my last walk around the property. Another of the young men I had talked to the night before approached me.


“I hear your friend is in the area. Any chance she might want to party with us?”


“Depends on what you have in mind.”


“All six of us in our room. She stays till we can’t do it anymore.”

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“How much are you willing to spend?”


“I’ve been talking to some of the other guys. I hear she is the best cocksucker. I also hear she is kinky as shit, licking guy’s asses, letting them spank her and titty fuck her, whatever they want. If she lets us have our way with her, 25000. I don’t figure we can last much more than a couple of hours anyway, but it’ll be fun trying.”


“I’ll make a deal for you. I’m about to get off here. You let me come party with y’all and we’ll call it 20000, I’ll throw the other bill in myself.”


“Sure that’s cool. We got beer in the room too. We’re in 349. Just bring her with you when you are ready.”


“See you in a few then.”


As soon as the two guys left the room, I went in.


“Just have a seat baby and get comfortable. I’ll be right there,” she called out.


The room smelled of sex. The bed was a complete mess with cum stains all over the sheets. A few empty beer cans were lying around and it looked like my whore wife had been having a hell of a party. And it looked like everyone cummed.










She walked out of the bathroom with just her garter belt and stockings on. She smiled when she saw me.


“Checking up on your bitch?”


‘Yeah, baby. How are you holding out?”


“I haven’t had this much fun in years. I didn’t know I could cum so much.”


“Think you can handle a little more?”


“I guess I have to if you want me to.”


“Good. Get dressed. We got a party to go to.”


“They aren’t coming here?”


“No. I made a deal with six guys in their room. You have to take care of them until they can’t go anymore. And I get to be there too.”


“Oh. Okay baby. But can you do something for me?”


“What’s that?”


“Can you get the video camera out of the closet and put a fresh tape in and bring it with us? I have a feeling my husband would like to see what kind of a slut whore he’s married too.”





We walk the short distance to the room. Just before I knock, Anjali tells me to wait. She pulls her tank top down and pinches her nipples to get them hard. Then she pulls the top back up looking down to see if she achieved the desired effect. Unsatisfied, she pulls the top off and then knocks on the door herself. As soon as the door opens, my whore wife pops in the room full of enthusiasm.


“So does anyone here wanna fuck?” she asks all of them.





Their response is equally enthusiastic, “Yeah!”


Anjali wastes no time and climbs in the middle of one of the two beds, then takes charge.


“Two guys. Naked. One on each side of her. Lay on your back.”


The race was on to see who could strip first and get on the bed. Once in position, Anjali started earning her keep. She stroked both boys at the same time. Then she lowered her mouth to one while still fondling the other one. Then she would switch. This lasted for maybe five minutes with me catching every moment on videotape.





I watch as Anjali stops and reaches under her skirt. She looks at the guy on her left and acts as if she is about to flip a coin.


“Heads or tails,” she asks him.


“Heads.”


Anjali moves a bit and wiggles her skirted ass at the other boy. “Guess that means you get tails then. Just remember pussy only. My ass is the only exit. I don’t even let my husband do that. Although I bet he would do anything to try it.”