Adultery Rich girl Jyoti Ruined& Reduced to a Low Class Common Whore

[RRahul]

Part I (Introduction):-



Jyoti was an extraordinary girl, in an extraordinary city. She had it all; money, looks and an open minded family. She belonged to an affluent class in Delhi, a city where if you have money all the luxuries of life are there at your feet but if you don’t then they will be like mirages, dancing in front of you, but certainly out of reach. (How many times I went to my parked car in the basement of a mall with my girlfriend, and when I found a cleaner watching us, I purposely put my hands on her waist and gave her ass a playful slap, every time I landed a pat on her ass, I could imagine his own cock taking jumps in his dirty work pants). 




Jyoti was what you called a tease; she got a thrill out of teasing men and denying them what they would have forcibly taken back in the Stone Age where your pussy belonged the strongest man in the clan. She would go to clubs wearing the most provocative little black dress and dance with men on the dance floor, she would dance with one man, and would instantly switch to another, while dancing with one she would gyrate her ass against the pelvis of another man, thus sending him over the top. She used to go to the bar with only Rs.10 in her pocket and get different men to buy her drinks, food, and even drop her home, she would give them wrong numbers and when the men used to call her the next day, the phone would ring somewhere in a Dhaba on Delhi- Chandigarh Highway . Basically she was a very pampered bitch.




Now let’s get to the main point, her looks; she was fully blessed in this dept. She was famous in the whole district for her buxom looks. She was about 5’6’’ tall, not really tall but just tall enough that if you embraced her, your cock would rest flat on her belly. On top of that she was blessed with 36DD boobs (which jiggled with every step she took or every little movement of her body) a slim 26 waist to hold onto while pounding her massive 38 ass. I guess she was what you called a double looker. When she was walking towards you you’d be staring at her boobs and while she was walking away, you’d find yourself staring at her jiggling ass. She has the assets and never shied away from using them also.





 She would always wear tops to highlight her curves and boobs, whenever she was in class she’d not expose her cleavage but when she went out with male friends or met with any male professor she would adjust her top so that an inch of cleavage was showing to entice them to spend more money on her or renegotiate better grades in class.





 She was a total whore who knew how to extract the maximum from different men in position. Often times she would be arguing about her grades with a professor in his chambers and while the professor would reach for a file or paper, she would do the same and in the process make sure that her ample breasts mashed against his forearm. The professor would immediately get an erection and she would smile coyly and like magic her grades would rise. She also used to wear dresses to highlight her ass or you could say that treasures like that just cannot stay hidden. When she wore something ethnic like a Saree or Salwar, it would pop out like a balloon and sway with every movement of her body or when she wore fitted jeans it would look like two gel filled pads with a deep valley in between, I swear if you ever saw it, you’d want to put your cock in the valley and just go to sleep.







Every movement or simple act of hers would be that like a porn story, even the way she spoke in a seductive husky voice would dissolve madness in your ears and make your cock want to rip your pants open. Her daddy absolutely treated her like a princess, he had always told her that she was his princess and given her everything that she had ever wanted before even she had the opportunity to ask. Smartphone by 12, laptop by 14, scooter by 16 and a brand new expensive car by 18, she was absolutely a spoiled brat. She used to look down on every guy who crossed her, she knew exactly what they wanted from her, gave a small trailer of it and later when her work was done she refused to even recognize them. Many times she gave boys her mobile number, in college, in coaching center and college and as soon as she passed, she would black list their numbers and never think of them again. 




Basically she was a very self centered person, even on her social media profile one would find hundreds of pics of selfies and her own pics showing off her assets and sometimes in duck face and other poses with her slutty girl friends. Who were taking the pics, who were driving and dropping them off, who were paying for the drink, who were acting like unpaid bodyguards????- Her male friends of course. (So that’s the first lesson in life, never put a female on a pedestal, the more you worship her, the more she’s going to have her head in the clouds and treat you like dirt. If you want her pussy, than act like you deserve it, don’t beg!!!)






Did her father know this? Of course he did, after all he married her mother, who was nothing more than a trophy wife of a successful businessman, 20yrs his junior in age. All she had to do was be his bed warmer and push out healthy children for him. He knew what his daughter was upto because whenever she purchased an outfit using his credit card, it would be written in the monthly statement, “sexy lingerie” or “hot pants” or “magic push up bra” he reasoned that she was a female and a good looking one at that, and she wasn’t quite intelligent, so that only way she’s going to make it big in her life is by using the power of the velvet tunnel between her legs and seduce a horny rich man, like himself. So he didn’t say anything. 





However to ensure her safety he did keep for her a driver/ bodyguard whose job was to drive her around, carry her shopping bags and make sure that she doesn’t get into trouble in a trouble prone city like Delhi. Her driver was a burly man named Murad, he started his career as a enforcer “goon” under her dad’s real estate business but quickly grew in rank as he gained the boss’s trust he was entrusted to the most important job of protecting and keeping an eye on his daughter. He personally found it very demeaning that he, who had many criminal cases pending against him and half the time was either in jail or out on bail had to play babysitter to this cock tease who would treat her as her coolie and servant. She also never forgot to tease him whenever she got the opportunity. 






One time while they were driving through the countryside a broken beer bottle must have punctured their tire, so Murad got out and took up a stephny and was replacing the tire and told her to stay in the car, in the AC. But after about 5mins she got out and seeing the muscular Murad drenched in sweat, she couldn’t resist, and put one hand on the bonnet of the car and was talking to Murad, well her breasts were just about his eye level, because he was on his knee replacing the tire and he could but state down her top into her ample boobs which looked like large coconuts because of her size. Well after about 5mins of taking she could notice the tent in his pants and went away telling him to finish up fast. He felt insulted at this and that night when he had dropped her off, went to his shack and jerked off thinking of her. 





The closes he ever got to her was when she would go to clubs, and return piss drink, he would drive her home and support her to her room, while doing that sometimes he let his knuckles rub or press against her boobs, but nothing more because he knew very well what kind of man her father was and if he did anything wrong to his daughter he would be turned into soil fertilizer. But he was angry none the less and sought an opportunity for revenge. He wasn’t the only one, there was a whole line of people waiting to plant their flags in the pussy of this cock tease whore, or see her utterly humiliated and looks like karma was on their side& they were going to have their wishes fulfilled soon.




…. To be Continued…..

[RRahul]

 The driver Murad was getting hornier day by day but he couldn’t do anything as she was the boss’s daughter and if he were to find out than he’d be made into soil fertilizer. But than he had another idea, “what if he didn’t do anything but she did it, what if she put herself in a position which was so her own fault that she couldn’t dare complain to the boss (her daddy).” He began to toy with that chain of thought for a few days until he visited GB Road (a famous “kotha” (whore house) in Delhi) he was roaming room to room, inspecting the “merchandise” but once you have laid your eyes on the juicy gourmet rich buxom girl, your cock wont even twitch looking at these common whores. Just then the owner of the kotha, Imran came behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.




Imran- “kya baat hai bhaijaan, kuch pasand aaya” (how are you brother, is anyone to your liking?)



Murad- “nehi bhaijaan sab kuch pheeka lag raha hai” (no, everything is very bland here)



Imran- “arre yar, ekdum se kya hua, pehle toh aate hi tuth parte the aaj itne udaas kyu?” (what happened? Before you used to come and simply pounce on the girls and now you’re silent)





Murad than explained the situation to Imran, he showed him some candid pics of Jyoti that he’d captured on his mobile phone and explained to him her nature and what she was doing to excite him on a day to day basis. Imran listened intently and said.



Imran- “bhai iss rundi ko toh lund chahea” (brother this bitch needs cock)

Murad- “par kaise” (but how)




Imran- “bhai yehi mera dhanda hai, mai rundiyo ke rug rug vakif hu…. Mei in sab ka baap hu, tu chainta na kar, mujhe bas iss chinal ka phone number de aur ghar jaa, baki ka sab me dekh lunga” (brother this is my business, I know these bitches in and out, still I’m their boss, you don’t worry, just go home and relax, I will handle the rest)


As told Murad went to his driver’s shack attached to the boss’s house and rested, he had complete faith in Imran, he wasn’t a man to be messed with… many times they had gotten into criminal trouble together when Imran either shot his way out of trouble or when he was arrested, he didn’t reveal his name despite 3rd degree security officer interrogation, so Murad had lots of respect of his pimp friend.





A few days later Jyoti received a call on her mobile, and notice the time, she got the call at 8:30 (whenever you want to call a girl do so in the evening, that is when they relax and will be in the best mood back from college, work, whatever, if you call in the morning she’ll be in a rush and if you call during the day, she’ll probally be busy…. So keep that in mind).




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I am just reposting it here to enjoy


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I am just adding ifrom net to make the story more hot

[RRahul]

 


Tring tring tring tring
Jyoti- “hello”
Imran- “hello madam”

Jyoti- “hello, who is this”
Imran- “madam, pehchana nehi, mai Imran…. Aapse baat hui thi kuch dino pehle”
**when you call a girl you absolutely don’t know make it seem that she has called your first.

Jyoti- “really par mujhe toh yaad nehi, kis topic pe?” (really, I don’t remember, regarding what?”




Imran- “madam maine aapko book kiya tha, aur aapne aaj ka time diya tha, customer toh ready hai” (madam, I had booked you, and you had given today’s time, customer is waiting)




At this point Jyoti was slowly starting to get what this guy was hinting at.
Jyoti- “Kaisi booking, kaisa customer?! What nonsense?!” (What booking, what customer?! What nonsense)




Imran- “oye zada chilla mat, advance diya hai tereko, agar nehi aa sakti toh seedhe seedhe bata de aur agle hafte aakar paise lauta dena” (hey you! Don’t shout, I’ve given you an advance, if you can’t come then be frank and tell me, come here next week and return the money!!!)
Saying that he hung up.
Jyoti- “hello hello hello…..” That rascal!...





Jyoti was very angry from the call, she had never ever in her life been talked to like this. But at the same time this rough and rustic treatment was turning on something inside of her, she felt a itch between her legs and dampness she seldom did. But she ignored it for then and continued with her daily activities.





As more and more days passed, she couldn’t stop thinking about that man; his confidence, his rouge attitude, his finesse and roughness drove her wild. This was the first time she had been put in her place, never before had a man talked to her in a high tone let alone treated her like a common street whore, she wanted more. She called up that number again and after a few misses (because as I mentioned in part I she used delete boy’s phone numbers when she was done with them and ignore them, so when they used to call on her mobile the numbers used to get stored in received calls because the phone software used to pick up the calls and leave a tone, “the number you have called doesn’t exist”….. okay anyways after a few tries she finally managed to dial his number.





(trrring triiiiiggggggn trrrrrring trrrrrrrrinng)
Imran- “hello”
Jyoti- “Hi”
Imran- “kaun” (who)
Jyoti- “Jyoti this side”
Imran- “kaun Jyoti” (Who Jyoti)



*This got her blood even more pumping because she expected boys to remember her name, how she looked, how big her boobs were, how wide her ass were…. And what she liked for lunch (because they’d be the ones spending money on her).




**by this time she had also realized that this guy knew only very rudimentary English so she started trying speaking in Hindi, but after years of an elite aristocratic background she was actually very poor in Hindi.
Jyoti- “aapne call kiya tha na uss din” (you called me that day)
Imran- “kab kiya theek se bata, busy hu main” (when did I call, tell me clearly, I’m a busy man)




Jyoti- “arre uss din jab aap mujhe koi customer ke bare me bata rahe the” (oh, that day when you were telling me about a customer)
Imran- “accha accha accha arre sorry madam mujhe wrong number laga tha, woh koi aur Jyoti thi” (ok ok ok, I remember, I’m sorry madam, it was a wrong number, that was a different Jyoti)
Jyoti- Accha toh wrong number me bhi Jyoti kaise aa gayi??? (Ok, so how could you be looking for Jyoti and dialed the number of a different Jyoti)




*Imran thought for a moment, the bitch had got her, but the truth is that such incidences did happen to him in the past to he replied promptly.
Imran- “woh kya hai na madam, humko number bahut saare sources se milta hai, kisike mobile me aapka aur dusri Jyoti ka number raha hoga, usne hi galt number de di” (what happens is that I got the number from someone who must have also had your number and gave me the wrong Jyoti’s number)




*Jyoti thought that my god, who could have my number and this other girl’s number as well, who is it that I know! But she also became comfortable knowing that if anyone in her friend’s circle was using this guy’s services it must be safe.



Jyoti- “Accha theek hai, toh yeh batao, aapke idhar hota kya hai” (ok tell me, what goes on inside your place)
Imran- “wahi madam jo aap chaho” (whatever you want madam)
Jyoti-……………………..
Imran-“waise agar aapko dekhna hai toh aap idhar aakar dekh legie, mai aapko address sms kar deta hu” (if you want to come and see for yourself you’re welcome I’ll sms the address on your number)


Jyoti-…………….
Imran- “theek hai madam toh mai rakhta hu, kaam bahut hai, mai aapki rah dekhunga, bye” (ok madam, I’ll hang up now, I got lots of work, I’ll be waiting for you…. Bye)







Before Jyoti could say anything Imran disconnected the call, she was dumbfounded with this guy’s smoothness, he was rough but that also had a suaveness to it, it oozed confidence, just like her pussy was oozing juice now. She had only felt this way very few times in life; when her father introduced her to business tycoons or film stars who came to his house or office, and here she was feeling the same for this guy, who she didn’t even know. She kept waiting for his sms telling her the address of her place; she kept her phone with her and looked at it many times during the day. 



Even during dinner she kept checking her phone many time for his sms, her father told her many times not to sms while eating but little did he know his darling daughter had other plans. Disheartned she went to bed thinking that he might have forgotten and that her curiosity will end here, or she thought that why not again call him tomorrow and ask him for the address.
In the morning a pleasant sound woke her up, it was the sound of her message ringtone, she knew it in her heart that it was Imran, she checked her message and her sleepiness evaporated. 



The message read as follows;
“Xxxxxxx Hotel,
GB. Road,
Paharganj.
Madam plz come before 1pm”




Now Jyoti was a South Delhi girl, *South Delhi is the best and most posh locality of Delhi known for its expensive and decadent night clubs, and restaurants* she had no Idea about where this “Paharganj” place was *Paharganj is the locality of the New Delhi Railway Station, it’s a mix of lower middle and lower income semi-industrial areas with urban slums and people of disrepute. It’s the first place where most migrants into the city stumple into for lodging or employment. It’s also home to GB Road, the only surviving red light district of Delhi.* She thought to herself where is this place, but then she looked at the clock it was already 9am! She didn’t have any time to waste, now imagine this a girl who would give guys a time for a date and be hours late or not show up at all was rushing herself for this low class unknown man, such was his mastery over women.






 She went downstairs and after brushing her teeth, she took a long shower with warm water and expensive soaps and shampoos. She also shaved off all her leg and pubic hair as was her routing every 3dys giving her body a milky shine. It was like a gift she was readying for this unknown man. After the bath she was having breakfast and called Murad, her driver/ bodyguard into the dining room. Murad showed up in his uniform and she handed him the mobile and told him.





Jyoti- “yeh address pehchante ho?” (do you recognize this address?)
Murad- *he read 2-3 lines of it in his mind and became dumb founded* this was Imran’s address!!! Than he remembered what Imran had told him a week ago, to not worry and give him time to sort this out.
Jyoti- “kya hua? Jante ho kya” (what happened? Do you know or not?)
Murad- *he was shaken to his senses and replied* “ji madam janta hu” (yes madam I know)



Jyoti- “area kaisa hai? Mere ek friend ne bulaya hai, uska birthday party hai” (how’s the area? One of my friends has called me for his birthday party)


Murad- “accha area hai madam, middle class, sharif” (it’s a good area madam, middle class and decent)
Jyoti- “theek hai gari saaf karo mai aati hu” (okay, clean the car and I’ll come)



Murad left, he tried hard to hide his happiness, there was a smile on his face and spring to his step. He went and gladly cleaned the car both inside and out, he also applied perfume to the inside as if he was preparing his bed for his wedding night. About 10mins later Jyoti came to his car. He was dumb founded. She looked like a proper Delhi “tota” “maal” (all derogatory words for a hot woman). He had seen her many times before in provocative dresses but this time was completely different. It’s like seeing a tasty food served to others in a reataurant and knowing that you will be served the same, it just increases the apetitie. She was wearing an outfit considered normal by any standards but when you have assets like Jyoti even the most sobre of dresses become a spectacle of vulgarity.






She was wearing a light green top which was nearly transparent, it was so light, her boobs were looking like headlights, and it hugged the curves around her waist as if to invite any hot blooded male to go ahead and claim her. She was wearing only light jewelry, a thing necklace and earrings which made her look like an aristocrat and on the bottom she was wearing tight and fitted jeans which was showing off her thunder thighs and ample ass. Murad stood out and as usual opened the rear door for her, and as she walked past he glanced at her perfect ass, it looked absolutely massive, this was extenuated by her jeans. Two great mountains separated by a deep valley, like two massive gel bags, so big that they wouldn’t fit inside your palm. But Murad snapped out of it, he didn’t want to risk anything. As soon as she sat down, he gently closed the door.





 Then he got an idea, he had told her that the areas was good but wouldn’t she see it on her way there and raise suspicion. *If you have ever been to Paharganj and especially GB Road even before you are near it you’ll notice that something is wrong. It’s like a little piece of hell in the middle of Delhi. Druggies passed out in abandoned urinals, rickshaw pullers, hawkers, people spitting, garbage, pimps trying to solicit customers, prostitutes calling customers from the windows, pan shops selling pan, ciggerettes and condoms, etc.* So now Murad devised a plan he told Jyoti, “madam aaj bahut dhoop hai, mai shades laga deta hu”, Jyoti listened to him but didn’t say anything, it was common for her to ignore Murad. So he went and got out 4 shades from the back and put them around the already tinted windows so that she’d have absolutely no clue of the outside, this and her wearing sunglasses made her virtually blind to the outside world. This was fitting because it was an indication of her future to come.






Murad used a shortcut to reach the hotel on GB Road, it took around 30mins, and looks like luck was favoring him as there was virtually no traffic. When he reached near the hotel he was amazed at the arrangements that his pimp friend Imran had made. He had the area cleaned of pan stains and any garbage and he had also kicked out the vegnabonds, druggists, and junior pimps from the street. It was looking like a decent place, this was all in welcome for the special guest. So Murad stopped the car and said, “madamji aagaya” (madam, we’re here) while pointing to the hotel. She took off her sunglasses and looked out of the tinted window but made no attempt to open the door to get out, how could she? She never opens doors for that she has scores of servants. Well no problem for Murad, he jumped out of his seat and rushed to the back seat and opened the door for his darling madam. As she got up he could smell her expensive perfume, mixed with the natural scent of her body, it was maddening. Murad’s cock was about to rip his pants but he held his cool. 







Murad held the umbrella for Madam as he walked her into the hotel (it was more like a lodge), many people who have known Murad as a local ruffian, gunda, and enforcer were surprised to see him hold an umbrella for this buxom uptown slut but they didn’t dare say anything nor did Murad care, only he knew that this buxom milky slut was walking into a trap set by two tigers. As they walked into the lodge, he could see that his pimp friend Imran really made an effort to clean up the place it was looking spotless. Then he was giggling to himself that how much time and money he spend on this place he was going to extract every paisa (a denomination of Indian currency where 100paisa = 1 Rupee) with interest from this whore. Okay so she approached a man behind the counter who was a balding man wearing a dirty yet presentable shirt. She asked him, “bhayyia yeh xyz room number kidhar hai?” (brother, where is this xyz room) the man, who was reading a newspaper put it aside, looked at her top to bottom stopping to appreciate her assets and told her, “madam 3rd floor, first door to the right, next to the fire extinguisher” now Murad knew right away that so much detail meant only one thing that his friend Imran had collegeed this fellow into sitting here and just directing this whore towards his open mouth. 



Because there wasn’t any receptionist in this lodge, the place where this fellow was sitting was a counter to give receipts when one wants to use the sluts. *in GB roads only 2 of the kothas (whore houses) the author knows of are legal, if you go there, you will have to give money and get a token then go to the whore, when there you have to pay the whore tips also* So she was satisfied with the arrangement and after walking a few steps towards the steps she turned around almost so rapidly that Murad bumped into her milk tankers and she pointed to a sofa and said, “driver yaha wait karo, aggar mai phone karu toh upar ana” (driver wait here, only come up if I call you) saying that she gave him a Rs.500 note for snacks or anything he’d want. So Murad took his seat on the sofa, normally he’s be really angry at this behavior but he wasn’t this time because he knew the trap that was being set up. He went and took his seat on the sofa *by the way the sofa is real and so is the lounge, it’s used by guests who are waiting their turns to go fuck, they have token in hand, waiting for a room to get entry so that the y can go in. And in the meanwhile various snacks are sold* Jyoti was standing at the base of the stairs contemplating her next action, she was afraid but also curious about this man…. She took a long breath and began to climb up one stair at a time…. Both Murad& the receptionist were watching her climb up, first her jiggling boobs which were moving up and down like jelly and then her massive ass swaying with every step she took, the meat was going into the lion’s mouth… when she had climbed up two flights of steps and was beyond audible range Murad spoke to the receptionist.






Murad- “kaun hai be tu” (who the fuck are you?)
Receptionist- “Mera naam Wasim, paan bechta hu samne, Imran bhai ne lagaya hai iss kaam pe, pure Rs.2000 pe” (I’m Wasim, I run the paan shop outside, Imran has given me this task for Rs.2000)
Wasim- “yeh chinaal kaun hai” (who is this whore?)




Murad- “Jyoti naam hai iska, aur kuch nehi bataunga” (Her name is Jyoti, I wont tell you more)
Wasim- “accha theek hai, kitne saal ki hai?” (Okay fine, how old is she?)
Murad- “yehi koi 18-19” (about 18-19)


Wasim- “accha kitne baccho ki maa hai?” (how many yids does she have?)
Murad- “bhai ek bhi nehi shaadi bhi nehi hui, chudi bhi nehi” (none, she’s not even married, she’s still a virgin)




Wasim- “Oye Bahenchod! Bacche bhi nehi par iske doodh dekh, gaand dekh jaise fatne ko hai” (holy fuck! Not even one child but look at her boobs, look at her ass, they’re about to explode)


Murad- “bhai chinta kyo karta hai….. Imran bhai fad hi daalega aaj” (bro what are you worried about Imran will do just that today)




Wasim- “Sahi bola chod chod ke kachumar nikal dega iss chinal ka” (you’re right, he’s going to fuck the shit out of her) saying that he grabbed the remote and pressed a button and amazingly the view from the CCTV outside Imran’s room was visible they were just in time as Jyoti had just reached.





Both Wasim and Murad were watching with great interest and grabbed a beer each. Jyoti had reach the front door of xyz room no. She had never climbed 3 flights of stairs, her rich self was always used to elevators, AC and lifts, but now she was in the lion’s den and curiosity drove her further. She paused for a little while, took her purse and pulled out a hanky, she wiped off the sweat and look at herself at the mirror, she adjusted her top, her boobs were almost translucent from the sweat, little beads of sweat had formed on her neck which looked like pearls…… She paused for a bit, took a long breath, put her hand on the door knob and pressed down…. All her life was about to change, the opening door was about to open a new dark chapter in her life……….

[RRahul]

Jyoti was standing outside the door, she straigthned her clothes, took a long breath, put her hands on the door handle and pressed down& away to open. She was walking into the lion’s den where one walks willinging by leaves with the lion’s permission.




She opened the door& stepped in with as little thought as possible. Her senses regained when she was inside, her head was almost spinning from the sensory overload. The room was heavily filled with the smell musty of cigarette and Hookah smoke, making it a primeval misty atmosphers, There was a single 100W light bulb on top of the roof which was covered in red cellophane which gave the room a deep red hue. There was generally very little furniture in the room, clearly if she didn’t know, she should have known by now, as she was taking a look around there was a simply wooden table, a chair and a dirty cot and on the cot was sitting the lion himself. Imran was sitting there like a Persian Shah, but wearing the attire of a labourer migrant.




 A dirty “ganji” (vest) and a lungi (a knee length join cloth). He had at his side a glass filled with a milky clouded liquid and a bottle of the same. He took a long gulp and finished whatever crap was in the glass& stood up, now Jyoti was frightened of the monster which was in front of her. He was standing at around 6’8” tall, his complexion was dark, which was in stark contrast to her own milky complexion. He was extremely muscular, not like a body builder but was lean and muscular like those labour class people who spend their entire lives doing manual work and develop real manly muscles unlike fake pumped up ones at the gym. His masculinity could be gauged from the layers of curly hair which she could see on his chest and arms, she was wondering where else did he have such hairs ;-) 





He was wearing a loose lungi but she could clearly make out the rod shaped impression of his cock and could only imagine what weapon he was hiding inside. His vest bore stains of pan, meat, and god knows whatever he was doing. Her eyes moved upto to his face where she saw the impressions of a stone cold man. He looked like the ugliest man she had ever seen. His face was like a butcher, mean and unyielding, wearing a cap and sporting the thickest and curliest beard she’s ever seen. Her legs were trembling with fear, her lips and throat became parched, but her pussy was throbbing wet. Her brain told her to run, but her pussy to stay.





When she was pondering over what to do, Imran merely when behind her, unnoticed and closed the door, the thump of the door closing brought her to her senses. Knowing that the imasse has to be broken Imran spoke in a deep and sure voice…



Imran- “Madam aap finally aa hi gayi, mai aapka hi wait kar raha tha” (madam you have finally come, I was waiting for you)


Jyoti- “ha.. ha… aa gayi” (ya… yes… I’ve come)



Imran now went behind her and closed the door, while he was behind her he didn’t fail to notice her ass from a top view, my god, his cock almost burst in his pants. He could clearly see two huge gel bags and a deep valley in between, it was like to inverted letter “U” placed side by side like thus, “UU.” Imran would have grabbed a handful thrown her on the cot and forced himself on her but she knew her history, he knows that she was a wild horse to be tamed and conquered.





He gently placed his palm massive hard hand on the small of her back. He placed it so that his top two fingers were resting on her back and his bottom three fingers were on her ass. It was a find balance only a man accustomed to handling hundreds of women could pull off. He guided her to the chair and sat her down, he watched how her giant ass squished against the hard chair as she sat down.


 He went and sat on the cot in front of her. He was sitting just inches away from her, it was as if a tiny lamb had fallen into the paws of a lion who was merely playing with it. From this close Imran could notice everything about her, he noticed the beads of sweat on her forehead and neck which twinkled like stars under the red light, he noticed her heavy breathing, a sexy mix of caution and excitement, and her heaving bosom, with each breath her massive boobs became more prominent and vulgar, her sweat made the thin top stick to her skin like it wasn’t even there. Imran could easily guage every conture of her body. His eyes became transfixised on her massive milk tankers, her absolutely flat belly and her flaring waist. 






As his eyes wondered down to between her legs, she tightly closed her legs meaning she wasn’t psychologically ready for sex and only could wonder who else had been in that heaven before him. Had this been any other of the hundreds of slum girls he had in his room he would have ripped off her clothes and would have been putting a baby in her tummy right now, but he knew that he had to take it slow. If he were to throw her on the bed and have his way with her she would most probally tell her father and that would be the end of him and Murad who was sitting glued to the monitor downstairs.

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He had to break the ice fast! He spoke with grave seriousness….
Imran- “madam, relax kijea, hum sab acche log hai” (madam please relax, we’re all good people here)


Jyoti- “th.. th… theek hai….” (o… o…. ok….)



Imran than reached for the bottle and poured the milky liquid in his glass half way and held the glass to her face.


Imran- “lo madam, pi lo thak gaye hogi” (here madam drink this, you must be tired)


Jyoti- “nehi theek hai” (no, its okay)


Imran now got angry and handed her the glass forcefully
Imran- “pina toh aapko padega hi, special aapke liye hi order kiya tha, bada mahenga hai” (drink this you must, I’ve specially ordered this for you, it’s quite expensive.)




*The bottle cost around Rs.400 (Indian currency), it was a paltry sum for Jyoti, but for Imran it was a significant amount. And you might be wondering why it was worth Rs. 400, and it had nothing to do with the type or vintage of the liquor in it, it has everthing to do with the viagra he had ground up and mixed inside it. It was an old family recipe passed from father to son which used the dried and ground of petals of several rare flowers and seeds. He could have been a billionare if he had sold the secret recipe but he didn’t as it was worth more than that. This is how he trapped girls of all ages and social strata. 

This is how his father had ensnared his mother and made her pregnant with him and forced her to marry him and become one of his four official wives.*





Jyoti received the glass with apprehension, she was quire sure that it didn’t have any drugs in them because he saw Imran drink from it a few minutes ago at worst she thought that it would taste like shit, but this had got her excited, it was like poverty tourism for her, she was in a poor place, amongst poor people so why not try their food and drink? She also correctly gauged that it wasn’t wise to deny this man’s request when she was sitting in a closed room with in a shady place where help was perhaps miles away. Hence Jyoti took the glass from Imran with shanking hands and brought it close to her mouth. 




From the initial smell she could tell that it had an extremely acrid and pungent smell to it, she pinched her nose with her other hand as conspicuously as possible and in a long gulp downed he entire contents. She quickly slammed the glass on the table and was panting because of the heat it produced in her mouth. Then slowly as she began to breath through her nose the full extent of the cheap drink become clear, it tasted absolutely like glue, the sticky liquid stick to the back of her throat and was coughing and trying to get the shitty taste out of her mouth. Imran used this opportunity to take his hand and patted her behind her back and in the process felt her bra clasp through the thin material of her top. He noticed that the bra strap was about half inch thick and a quadruple hook strap, this meant only one thing. This bitch has bigger boobs than is even showing, it really got his cock livid again and the thought of freeing those pigeons was intoxicating to him.






*To properly taste something you need both its taste and smell, only with the combinantion of the two you can determine the flabour of somtoing. Else if you close your mouth and eat a banana or mango you will only taste dull sweatness and wont be able to tell the difference.



*If you want to analyze the socioeconomic position and true boob size of a woman notice on a couple of things. Firstly if she color of her bra too bring, and is it showing through her outfit? If so then she might be poor because poor women often buy brightly colored bra and panties as their colors will fade slowly and it will be more durable.




 Secondly when she wears it, check the front for any visible lines, especially under her boobs for a line made by the “underwire” it’s in all low to mid-level bras which gives it its structural support, in expensive bras it’s absent and the boobs are held more in place by the over the shoulder straps but if you see the underwire, it means that you have a big boobed girl on your hands and don’t let her go. Thirdly if you are lucky enough to touch her straps notice if it has 2 or 4 hooks. Smaller boobs (A, B and C) cups can be held by 2 hooks easily but larger ones, especially DD ones require 4, these bras are also very hard to open so you’ll need practice, or simply rip it open. The author (me) once ripped off such a bra only the hook to almost blind him in the process so be careful.






Jyoti didn’t think for a second that she was going to take another sip of this vile beverage again but she was wrong. It was an aquried taste, once you taste, you’re hooked. Slowly Imran began to open up to her.
Imran- “accha madam aap karti kya hai” (okay madam, what do you do?”


Jyoti- “Student hu” (I’m a student)

Imran- “accha kiss college aur course me?” (okay which college and course?)


Jyoti- “Delhi University, xyz course”
Imran- “accha iska matlab tu toh kafi intelligent hai, wah itni sunder hai uske upar dimag bhi!” (wow that’s really something, you’re so intelligent as well as being beautiful)



It was a kind of raw compliment that Jyoti was not used to, she was more used to hearing, “wow expensive bag, nice dress, nice car” but nothing so deep and personal especially from a man she doesn’t even know.



Imran- “teri aawaz bhi kitni pyari hai, mai phone pe hi samajh gaya tha ki tu bahut badi Pataka hogi” (your voice is also so cute, I could tell from the phone only that you’d be a really good piece)



Now Jyoti was stunned! She was used to guys praising her left right and center, she knew she was hot, she was used to receiving poetry, having songs dedicated for her but never, ever in her life did anyone dare call her a “pataka” (firecracker/ piece). She found it demeaning but oddly exhilarating.





They kept on taking, Jyoti thought that he was the most interesting person on the world. She was used to being courted in the most expensive places in Delhi, restaurants, theatres but here she was getting free with a labour class man. Slowly the topic shifted to guys, Imran mentioned that she was such a “maal” (item) that all the guys must be after her.




 Again Imran got more direct by referring her to directly as a “maal” (item). Jyoti was against taken aback but she was liking this ruffian’s language. She was explaining that all the guys hit on her but there is something lacking in them, they just don’t have the confidence to deal with her. Imran understood that this girl needs a little bit of tough love. He explained to her that,




Imran- “madam confidence ko toh koi kami nehi hum logo me, ladki chahe kitni bhi akkad wali ho, apna matlab nikal hi lete hai” (Madam, there is no derth of confidence in us people, no matter how much attitude the girl has we always get out way)



Jyoti- “accha, who kaise?” (really how?)


Jyoti didn’t know but as she was conversing with Imran she was unknowingly taking sips of the drink in the glass and munching on moong dal (a cheap N.Indian snacks made from friend mong pulses often served with cheap liquor to cut the sharp taste). Imran could clearly see that the drug was starting to have its effect. She was becoming more restless, more talkative, more flirtatious, and more ripe for the picking. Her breathing was becoming heavy, her pupils dialted and her speech was starting to slur a little as she was mixing words and repeating what she is saying. Imran just couldn’t resist the sight of those massive heaving milk tankers and her subconsciously biting her lips.



*Please note- if a woman is biting her lips in a conversation with you, she’s imagining your cock in her pussy, that is for certain.

[RRahul]

She had also now opened her legs, and rubbing her thighs, meaning her pussy was sopping wet and she was trying to stimulate her clit by rubbing her legs, this was further heightened by Imran’s knee which he placed between her legs and everything either of them made any movement his knee would rub against the inner part of her knee or thigh.





*Note- if you can ever do this with a girl, or get her in a position to rub her inner thigh, than whatever is north of that is yours haha.
So the conversation continued for more time and Jyoti was more and more curious about how these low class ruffians would treat women, and how they were so confident and brash. So she pressed him.




Jyoti- “Bataiyeh na mere jaise aggar yaha dusri ladki hoti toh aap kya karte abhi???” (Had there been another girl like me here, what would you have done)


This was the signal that Imran needed, he knew that the fruit was ripe for the picking, he merely replied.




Imran- “Kya karta???? YEH!” (what would I have done???- This!)

Saying that he bend over, his body was such positioned that his knee darted between her legs and knocked on her pussy walls, he reached over and hugged her with his left hand and with her right hand grabbed her right boob, he locked her lips with her and have her boob a massive SQUEEZE…. Jyoti felt as thought all the milk from her boobs had been squeezed and was leaking between her legs from her cunt. 



She was in immense pain but her pussy had now turned into a stickey waterfall, he had never been treated like this before, had this been any other urband rich boy she would have slapped him in a second but this was different, her body was not only cooperating but wanted more! She began to deeply respond to he smooching, she could taste the cheap pan masala (a type of pan spice containing tobacco) from his mouth, she could also feel the grittiness form the chewed up supari (beetle nuts), and he could taste the sweet scent and nectar of this virgin elite aristocratic bitch who he was about to destroy today. Before she could understand anything more he placed his left hand on her waist and yanked her up to a standing postion………..



!

Imran picked Jyoti up by placing his hands round her and put her in a standing position. She was like a lamb in the hands of an experienced butcher, completely on his mercy. Jyoti was under the collective spell of both his massive presence, the overpowering situation and the herbal medicines Imran had mixed in her drink. 


She could not even think straight, her entire head was filled with thoughts of debauchery. As she was hauled up she was now face to face with the man she was having civil conversation with just a moment earlier. He didn’t say anything merely just put his arms around her slender waist and dragged her close, her ample ass jiggled as her hips crashed against his and her boobs were mashed against his strong muscular hard chest. Her was panting, like she had run a marathon, beads of sweat were there on her forehead like pearls, and were running down her throat to in between the valley of her boobs. It was like a mighty lion had caught a defenceless deer. He than took both of his mammoth palms and slapped and grabbed her ample ass. The impact shook her as she stred into his yellow eyes to see what he was doing. He began to explore her ample ass, pawing from the sides, from the bottom, from the top and exploring the crevice of her ass. Time to time he was grabbing her ass, giving moderate slaps and sqeezing them so tight that her ass flesh bulged from the space between his fingers. When he did that she let out a sigh of pain and pleasure from her mouth. The fact that despite using his best efforts his hands couldn’t even cover half of her ass really made Imran mad! This size of ass was normally found in women in their mid 40s, that too after a few kids, having such a “piece” on such a young slut, that too so tight and shapely drove him mad.






Her hands were on his chest, she was hopelessly trying to meekly push him away, but it was like pushing at a concrete wall, absolutely useless. Imran was still busy mashing her ass like a cook kneads dough into bread. Imran then grabbed her ass more tightly as he pulled her close to her and lifted her up by the ass until they were face to face, than without a word he began to smooch her face, this was no ordinary smooch, this was the roughest, most dirty type of lower class smooch you have ever seen. He lunged at her face, and began to lick every square inch of it, he forced her mouth open with his tongue and darted it inside her mouth until it reached the back of her throat, she was about to vomit because of Imran’s tongue being shoved so far inside her throat and the rancid smell and taste of the cheap liquor mixed with his stale pan masala. 



She tried to move away but she was in no position to; she was standing on her tip toes with Imran’s massive hands under her ass and supporting most of her weight, so she was just dangling in the air supported by her ass. Imran was constantly alternating between planting kisses on her face to smooching her deeply. Sometimes he would give a light smooch lasting for a few seconds and other times he’d give one so deep that Jyoti would be left short of breath. Somehow this was extremely enjoyable to Jyoti because all her life she was used to be treated like a flower but here was this brute who didn’t give a shit about who or what she was, all he wanted to do was take what was rightfully his and treat her like a common street whore in the process.







As she was enjoying the molestation of her ass and attention to her face, Imran used his raw power to completely lift her off the ground, Jyoti let loose a loud yelp as she felt herself weightless and effortlessly lifted off the ground, her entire weight supported by the vice like grip on her ample ass. She realized herself wobbling so she instinctively took both her legs and wrapped them around the brute’s waist, bring her pussy in contact with his cock, abeit separated by layers of clothing. She was amazed because by no means she was a “size-0” girl, she did have a little bit of weight to her (mostly in her massive milk tankers and ass) many of her previous boyfriends had tried to romantically lift her off the ground, but after a few seconds all had to put her down or nearly dropped her, but here was this brute who was lifting her up like she was a rag doll. 




He looked into her eyes than as he looked down, he could see her massive milk tankers, they looked like both could hold at least 1L of milk each. He suddenly turned soft, he was romantically wooing her with one hand firmly under her ass so that she was basically sitting on his outheld palm with both legs around his waist and another hand caressing the small of her back. With his face he was giving small pecks on her neck, clavicle, and throat.... this combination of strength and care was absolutely driving her mad, it was pandering to both her sense of raw sexual desire and wanting to be romanced like a flower. But she totally had Imran’s intentions misplaced, he didn’t care a shit about her enjoying the act, he was more concerned about the outcome. You see even he knew about the hidden cameras and microphones all thoughout the room, this whole scene was being recorded by his partners downstairs, it was nothing new, they had done it hundreds of times before, it was all a well oiled and practiced machine to get new “maal” for their brothel. 





Anyways Imran held Jyoti in that position while he nibbled away at her erotic spots on her neck, her pussy was leaking badly, she was worrying that it may stain her pants and let this brute know just how flimsy grounds she stood on, but the brute already knew her deepest darkest secret. He knew that he had this little rich whore right where he wanted her to be, under his cock (metaphorically). He proudly walked around carrying her in that position like a wresler walks around the ring with his belt, a part of it was his own pride and the other was practical, he wanted to walk around so that the various cameras around the room got a very good look at all her assets.




 From her angelic face, grimacing in pain and pleasure, to her massive coconut sized boobs, mashed on Imran’s rock solid chest, to the back view of her ass, shaped like a “W” now. This trick he had learnt from trial and error, the first couple of tiems they made such videos the pic of the face wasn’t clear and they were forced to abandon their plan and let go a very fine addition to their business. When he was satisfied that there was 100% positive identification, he stopped roaming around the house and decided to proceed onto the next phase of the scene. The waddled over to the bed and lunged down so that Jyoti was now lying down on her back and he was on top of her, with her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. As Jyoti had her eyes closed from the assault on her sexuality she was shocked by the sudden thud onto the bed which she should would break it apart




. Imran didn’t say anything to reassure her but merely planted a sweet kiss on her lips. He was a brute, but when brutality is punctuated by acts of geninine care then girls find it irresistible, Jyoti looked into his eyes dumbfounded as if asking, “what next”.... the scene is electrifying.... A small smoky room filled with red light, heated to swelter by the body heat and lust of two individuals, a tall hefty unruly and unkept beast in contrast to a fair buxom elite woman, now laying under him legs around his waist boobs mashed against his chest and grinding her pelvis with his to try and relieve the itch in her most deepest and sacred spots..... what will happen next???

to be continued.

[RRahul]

Imran was dry humping her, although both of them were completely cloathed but under the massive weight of Imran Jyoti could get an idea of what he had in store for her. He kept on rubbing his pelvis against hers and mashing his chest against hers. Jyoti was completely out of her mind underneath him, she was enjoying the rough molestation on her body, from the massage on her pussy to the light crushing of her boobs. Imran continued to give small pecks on her lips, face and cheeks and she was beginning to respond slowly.





 She was making a light moaning noise, “uuuuhhhhhhhh” every time he either thrust his hips into her or landed a kiss on her face. This went on for a few minutes while this brute savoured this delicate flower in front of him. Little did Jyoti know that on the same bed she was being broken into hundreds of other women had surrendered their everything to satisfy the itch between their legs; their families, their careers, their friends all were given up on the very same spot to feel their thirst quenched by this brute. Imran started to thrust more vigourously, he was now tapping her pussy with his pelvis which was making a light thump thump thump sound as well as creeking of the bed. 






Had this not been a hotel of this sort, surely the downstairs neighbours must have known what was up. Jyoti used her hands to reach up and get a better grip by holding onto Imran’s shoulders but Imran had other plans, he grabbed her palms and held them with both of his hands so that both were lying face to face with Jyoti’s hands firmly pinned down next to her head, this position made her back arch a little, which made her already massive boobs stand out more.





*If you find a woman who is too much into showing off her boobs, or cleavage than it probally means that she doesn’t have any in the first place, she’s using a push up bra to create a shape and show your just the top 1-2 inches of her cleavage, as soon as the top and bra comes off you will wonder where all the boobs went, it’s all padding. However if a girl truly has massive boobs, you can’t hide it. Whatever she wears, you can see them be it a simple t-shirt top or a heavy sweater, you can always tell they’re there, like two ripe watermelons.





Jyoti was heaving up and down, her big mountains also rising and falling in the process. For Imran they looked like candy, he had never seen a pair of boobs like this, those who go to GB road or any brothel of the lower call would understand that most women there are dirty and malnourished with hardly any boobs or ass, you just go there, pay your money throw her down and fuck her, sometimes she doesn’t even let your take off her top. But this is different, Jyoti was a girl to be savoured and enjoyed, taking ones time. Imran took one look at the giant twin peaks, the deep valley in between and took a whiff of the expensive perfume she was wearing which reminded her of exotic fruits and after taking a big breath he dove right in and attacked her boobs. He plunged his face in the valley of her boobs he motorboated it, licked it and swayed his head violently side to side. 






He was being intoxicated by the sweet smell of her valley it was her perfume mixed with her sweat and lust. He was licking it like it was the most gourmet ice-cream, then he held both of her arms above her head and pinned them using only his left arm, leaving his right hand free. He then took his hand and started to caress her boobs, first he was just feeling the outline of the shape using the back of his fingers, he was grazing the outsides of her fleshy boobs, feeling the texture of her expensive top, feeling the slight bumps made by her expensive bra underneath, the then took his finger and began to circle around and feel the region of her areola (the dark brown part around the nipple) and he began to gently tease the nipple. 





Jyoti was like a lamb in the grasp of a lion, she had nowhere to go, just then Imran, the brute took his hand and gave a massive squeeze to her right boob, Jyoti could feel the milk being squeezed out of her boobs (if she had any), she opened her mouth and let out a large yelp, “OOOUUUCCCHHH!” Imran was waiting for this exact same reaction and bent forward to give her a deep smooch, he was now pulsating his grip on her tits, sometimes squeezing so hard that the flesh would protrude through the gaps of his fingers and sometimes completely letting go, Jyoti was in immense pain and began wailing her legs around to get out, but it was of no use, Imran was firmly on top of her. 




And mauling her boobs, the sight of her wincing in pain and moving her head side to side while moaning deeply made him absolutely exactic, it’s like in the jungle where the lion gets more and more excited watching his prey struggle in vain. After a while Jyoti realised that the pain was almost gone, she was beginning to enjoy this mauling, she had never been treated by a real man before and her womanly instincts took over as her grimace turned into bliss& her yelps became moans.
Jyoti- “OOOUUUUU, AAAAHHHHHHH, EEEEEEEE, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM”




Imran- “kyu be rundi maza aa raha hai?” (so slut, are you having fun?)
Jyoti- “HHHMMMMMMMMM”



Imran- “Sali Chinaal kya bola?” (stupid whore what did you say?)


Saying that he stopped mashing her boobs and in between his index and middle finger he pinched Jyoti’s nipples HARD over her top

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Jyoti’s eyes almost popped out as she let out a shriek… “AAAAAYEEEEEEEEEE.” 

Imran began to laugh hysterically, he knew the fact that women like her mustn’t be supplied with 100% pleasure, they must always be given a mixture of pleasure and pain that will keep them wanting for more and glued to your cock.




Imran- “ab bata maza aaya” (now tell me, was it enjoyable?)

Jyoti- “HAAAAAAA AYA!!!!!” (YESSSSSSS IT ISSSSS)


Imran- “Size kitna hai in tarboozo ka?” (what is the size of these watermelons”



Jyoti was absolutely embarrassed and shocked by this question and remained mum. Imran understood that this was another wall of shame which he must break open to transform this girl into a complete slut. He took the open palms of his hands and gave her boobs a medium slap, once with his straight palm on her right boobs and another time with the back hand on her left boob…. Thap, Thap, Thap. His mouth watered as he felt the heft of her boobs and watched them jiggle like jelly in front of him. Jyoti wasn’t expecting this, although it didn’t hurt her much but still she let out moans in pleasure and pain.




Jyoti- “AH AH AH”
Imran- “bata kitne bade hai yeh tarbooz” (tell me who big are these watermelons)


Jyoti- “36……..DD”


Imran- “nehi, mujhe toh nehi lagta, theek se bata, bada hi hoga isse” (no, I don’t think so, they’re larger than that, tell me properly)
Saying that he gave another pinch to her nipples and slowly twisted it like the knobs on a radio. It really sent Jyoti over the edge, his rough hands, on her soft sensitive nipples was quite the sensation, mixed in pain and pleasure, she screamed.



Jyoti- “Wahi hai! 36….. DD!!!” (it is that, 36…. DD)


Imran- “Sach me rundi? Mujhe vishwash nehi hota, chal dekhte hai…..” (really whore? I don’t believe it, okay let me see for myself)




Saying that he stood up at the edge of the bed and pulled both her hands so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed as well then with a smirk and grunt, “dekhte hai” (lets see) he put both of her hands on her collar like a gangster but instead of the usual he grabbed a fistful of her top’s fabric and pulled in opposite directions, before Jyoti could understand anything her fabric gave away like a got knife through butter, “PPPPPrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttt” sounded as the fabric ripped away to give away her milky skin underneath… he kept pulling until the fabric was completely torn and hung from her body like an unbuttoned shirt, exposing her wearing just a bra.




 The bra was a very expensive type, made so that it made as little pronounced lines or ridges so that no matter how thin or transparent the top it would not be visible and would do its job of holding the milk tankers of its mistress. It was a light skin coloured one as not to be visible under her semi transparent top. She had tens of such bras for every occasion and every type of dress. Anyways this one was all that was between her and her milk tankers being exposed to this brute. Before she could even register what is happening Imran expertly took his finger and hooked it in front of her bra, as Jyoti brought her hands up to cover her shame he gave a massive pull causing the bra to tear from the back and like a worthless piece of cloth he flicked it aside where it fell and was soiled by pan stains. 

Jyoti brought her hands to cover her shame and was surprised at the speed by which this brute was able to execute this expert manuver, but she still managed to cover her naked boobs with her hands. She noticed her expensive bra flop worthlessly into a dirty corner of the room so she became infuriated.






Jyoti- “yeh kya kiya, tumhe pata hai woh kitne ka tha?!” (what did you do? Do you even know how much that is worth?!)


Imran- “Kitne ka tha woh toh pata nehi par iske niche jo hai, isse zada toh nehi ho sakta” (I don’t know how much it was worth, but can’t be more than what is underneath)




As soon as he was done uttering that witty anecdote, he took both hands and began to tickle Jyoti’s naked belly from both sides. It was too much, Jyoti couldn’t last even a minute in front of his expertise of toying with women, she gave into the extreme tickling and removed her hands from covering her boobs to stopping his hands and
LO AND BEHOLD!!!!! HER PEGIONS WERE FLYING!!!





Imran kept looking at the marvellous milky globes, they were extraordinally large for her frame, real works of wonder, absolutely symmertrical. Her boobs were such like the ones you see in South actresses and Punjabi women, they started off high on the chest and really large base allowing them to grow to this marvellous size, her boobs weren’t pointed either, infact they became larger in the base (just like most well fucked Punjabi women) but what made her different was that she was not a well fucked and fed housewife but a 20yr old virgin. 




The fact that her areollas were of proportionate size, pinkish and both mammaries were topped with a cherry like erect and hard pink nipple only made things worse for Imran’s cock, trying to burst its way out of his luni. Imran’s mouth started to water thinking about the prize he had landed. But he soon came to his sense, he realized that if I take too much time, she will free herself and cover up again and I’ll have to think of another trick to get her free. He immediately, like a wresler, converted her grasp on his hands into his grasp on her hands and used it to push her back until she was lying down on the bed on her back and with both legs hanging off the bed





. As she fell on her back, her boobs jiggled with the force and her boobs spread flat and wide on her chest. Imran knew that sometimes it was best to enjoy a large breast when on its back, it gives a nice rounded shape with nipple to top it off. He pinned her hands on top of her head like before and dove into her boobs, he was going mad in between her fleshy mounds. Although this was not the first time that a guy had been at her naked boobs, but this was the most exceptional circumstance. Usually a guy has to spend lakhs behind her before she would let him touch her boobs, see them is another question and here was a guy enjoying them like no one before and he didn’t have to pay a single paisa for it.




 He was kissing every inch of it and licking the mounds like vanilla ice cream, he was giving small pecks as well as long wet kisses filling the room with sounds of “MMMUUUUUAAAAHHH” “PPPAAAACCCCHHHH”… 

He then also focuses attention to her areolas and nipples. He took his tongue and circled them around her areaolas, round and round her nipples which made her go mad with extacy. He than used his tongue to flick her nipples and at times used his teeth to lightly bite them making her arch her back which made her mountains look and feel even bigger

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To get to enjoy her boobs better, he than took his hands off of Jyoti’s hands, and as soon as Jyoti moved her newly freed hands to cover up her shame, she give her a light slap and looked into her eyes and sternly said, “agar mujhe roka toh mujhse bura koi na hoga” (if you try to stop me, than no one will be worse than me).




 Jyoti stared into that stern face and those yellow tiger like eyes and realized that his wasn’t the suave and well conversed man as before but he was a hungry lion and if you try to mess with his food, he will pay you back in the worse way possible. So she merely nodded in agreement with his threat. Imran than took his hands and began as before to mash her boobs like a baker kneads bread. 




He was gently tapping, slapping, squeezing and harshly squeezing and pinching her nipples…. All this while he maintained his oral assault on her areaolas and nipples. This combination was too much and Jyoti began violently swaying her head side to side, she had her eyes closed and was moaning sounds like, “AAAAAAHHHHHHH EHHHHHHHH NNNNNNAAAAAAAA” her hands were besides her and grabbed a handful of the bed cover as she was trying to stabilize herself from under the brute and she was flailing her legs around which were banging on the edge of the bed and producing a “thak thak thak” sound.





 After about 30 seconds of this Jyoti arched up her back, even lifting up the massive Imran and shook like a Malaria patient and was experiencing her first orgasm. Many times before she had fingered herself to orgasm but this was totally different, now she was being played like an instrument at the hands of this experienced brute. As she began to calm down from her orgasm her breaths got longer and she became more relaxed. The scene was really something to see. At that instant of pure pleasure and bliss there was no societal or class difference between the two, both were only man and woman.





 Imran was proudly towering over her thinking that if I can get this bitch to orgasm from just boob fondling, what can I do with my finger, or my tongue, or most of all, my cock. Both were panting like a lion. Covered in a sheen of sweat. The sweat dripping off of Imran’s heavy beard onto Jyoti’s massive and mauled boobs now covered in Imran’s dirty pan stained saliva and small bite marks..... As both gathered their senses Imran spoke.




Imran- “kya be, aaya maza?” (Did you have fun?)


Jyoti- was still panting lightly......


Imran- “pani choda?” (did you leak water?)



Jyoti- looked puzzled at what this low class and cheap phrase ment.


Imran- tapping her on her pussy with his hand, “yaha se, pani nikla” (from here, did it leave water”




Jyoti understood that his brute meant that did she cum, well after that earth shattering orgasm, not only did she come, but she could feel that dampness, she was afraid that it would stain her pants and let the brute know to his manipulative success.





Imran didn’t wait for an answer, he already knew what he had done, he already could feel and smell the dampness in the air.
Imran- “kasam se maza aa gaya tere mumme chuske..... doodh nikalta toh aur maza aaya... koi baat nehi, woh bhi theek kar denge” (I swear it was awesome sucking your boobs, but had there been milk it would have been much better, but you don’t worry, we’ll fix that too) he said with a smirk.





Jyoti didn’t quite know what he was talking about, she was still dazed and dazzled by the massive orgasm she had experienced. As she noticed, Imran now stood up and positioned himself on the edge of the bed with both hands on his waist, as Jyoti lay there on her back, bare chested, she wondered, what next.......



Tbc...

[RRahul]

After the tremendous boob play and molestation, Jyoti was lying there on the bed panting and trying desperately to catch her breath, her head was still spinning on cloud 9. In the meanwhile the beast had stood up in front of her and admiring his handiwork, for him women were nothing more than an instrument, to be played, to be perfected and most of all to be enjoyed. His salwar showed a massive tent, meaning his cock was now warmed up for the next bit of action, without giving any rest he ordered Jyoti to sit up.




Imran- “chal uth” (get up)



Jyoti was still lost, she didn’t hear what he said, Imran wasn’t used to insubordination by this bitches, he got furious.



Imran- “Saali Chinaal bola na uth” (stupid slut didn’t I tell you to get up)




Before she had a chance to comprehend or reply he merely bent down and grabbed both of her arms and pulled her up like a rag doll, Jyoti’s head flung back as she was hauled up presenting before him as she sat on the side of the bed; a cute face, still confused with dishevelled hair, and to top it all off massive milk tankers milky white& still red from Imran’s maulings, Imran took a while to appreciate his prey/ trophie, however you wish to look at it.


 Then he snapped back to his senses... When you’re in a situation like his, the main think is speed and surprise, whatever you’re doing, if you do it fast enough and surprise than she wont have anything to say, however if you fumble than you will lose the initiative and she will start hesitating. He stood there with both arms on either side of his hips and thrust his hips towards her, the massive tent in his pants gently touched her chin as he gently said...




Imran- "chal rani, shuru ho jaa" (lets go princess, let's start)

Jyoti- "k... k... kya" (w...w....what)



Imran- "khol isse" (open it)




Jyoti was not doing anything, and Imran realised the impasse so he took both of hands and placed them on either side of her waist such that her thumbs were inside the nada (waist band) of his payjamas...




Imran- "ab kya yeh teri maa aakar utaregi yeh payjama" (now what will you mother come and open this for you)





Now Jyoti knew her mother well, she was just a trollop like her, being her mother she also didn't have any shame in front of her own daughter, she used to wear short dresses when she was going out with her father, many times while they were walking out the door Jyoti noticed her father plant a nice big slap on her ass as to remind her to whom did she belong to and now this brute was doing the same, but unlike her father this guy was no business tycoon but common butcher class man who would be saluting her in real life.






Anywyas Jyoti's mind said nothing but her body started to act, she was curious as to what was inside the fabric of this filthy working class man. He began to pull down, Imran had already undid the nada, so his payjama slipped down and was around his feet in no time, Jyoti was thinking that the treasure was inside here but she was wrong, she gasped in anticipation of seeing the monster but all she got to see was the florocent yellow of his dirty, smelly old V cut underwear, Imran realised this and said.





Imran- "kya raani, kaccha bhi na pahenu?" (what darling, shall I not even wear underwear)




Jyoti was agast to see that all that was left between her and the shred of innocence she had left was this dirty, well worn fabric. She could clearly see the outlines of the monster, it's girth, it's rancid aroma and visible stains of cum, urin, and god knows what was all too much for her to bear. Her eyes were almost watering, in her class, even her mother had handled many cocks before, the men, whenever they knew they had some action coming, they would shave off all their pubes and massage it with scented oils to make it smell presentable, but this guy was completely raw, he was like a lion, he didn't depend on asthetics, he depended on raw power





. A lion never cares about how he looks, he cares only about his strength and cunning on how he can catch his prey. She bit her lower lip and began to tug down. The elestic was tight around his lanky hips so it slid down slowly, by the time she reached his penis the elestic was stuck on the protrubrence of his massive cock. She was tugging down but the elestic reached to his mid thighs on the sides, exposed half of his ass on the back but on the front it caught onto and was stuck on his massive cock. Imran knew exactly what to do and what was going to happen next, he wanted to show her some shock and awe.





Jyoti kept pulling down on the elastic, she probally knew that it was a point of no return but she was drawn to the outcome, just like Alice in Wonderland when she fell into the Rabbit Hole and instead of going back kept on continuing into the unknown. She kept pulling the fabric until she could see his pubic region just above his cock, she pulled it further down until the fabric of his underwear was just resting on the tip of his cock, and just then, WHAM!!!!- His underwear slipped off his cock tip and like a spring his cock sprung back and smacked Jyoti on her chin, she felt as though she had been punched or hit with an iron rod and fell back ont the bed. Whe she finally gained her senses and look back at Imran she serioiusly thought that she was dreaming.





Standing there, fully naked was a beast of a man. Face ugly and unforgiving like a butcher, matted unkept hair, and a ferocious beard, strong chest with was covered in hair, like a beard, muscular hands put both sides on his waist, and as her eyes naturally wondered down to his pelvis she saw the most terryfying thing. A mosterous cock, like a country destroying missile, think, long shaft, slightly curved, topped off with his prominenent cock head like the weapon's warhead, because he was circumcised.




 Hanging down below was tennis ball sized testicles, contained in a dirty, hairy and low hanging ball sac. The entire beast was sorrounded by a mat of thick pitch black pubic hair, like that maine of a male lion. It was all in all like a pussy breaking machine and Jyoti was frozen in place in fear, she was contemplating if that weapon would burst her uterus upon and was regretting her decision of coming here, but she knew that it was too late.

[RRahul]

Now Imran knew exactly what fear and thoughts were going on in Jyoti's head, but he was also bound by his own code of law, his code was that before his weapon (cock) was unseathed if the girl was unwilling or something else was a factor he would let the girl go, but once his cock was out in the the open, it was like the honored and cherished weapon of a legendary warrior who cannot unseath his weapon without it tasting blood, be it his own blood, likewise Imran could not put his weapon away until it had been wet by pussy juice.





He grabbed Jyoti's arm and propped her back up as she was sitting on the bed's edge, now that she was sitting mere inches away from that tremendous pussy wrecking weapon she could appreciate it's true size, she also saw that it was slick with precum and the smell of musth was overwelming her. Just as she was transfixed on his cock, Imran spoke with a cool but creul tone.




Imran- Kaisa laga? (how is it?)

Jyoti- "a...aa... accha hai.... bahut bada hai...." (it's b...b...b... big)




Imran- "haan bada hai, tum jaise hi fi rundiyo ka ghamand aur choot todne ke liye" (yeah, it's big, to break the attitude& pussy of hi-fi bithces like yourself)





Jyoti- "n...n....n....nehi, itna bada nehi le sakti mai, mujhe jana hai" (n...no...no... I can't take this big, I have to go now)




Now just as soon she was standing up, Imran put his hands around Jyoti's neck and jerked her forward and thrust his pelvis, shocked by the sudden jerk, Jyoti yelped in surprise...




"OOUUUUU.... MMMFffff GULP" Imran had managed to use this situation to thrust about half an inch of his cock inside her mouth, now Jyoti's immidiate response was to pull away but Imran had intiipated that and kept firm his grip on the back of her head. On the contrary he was increasing forece behind her head to make her take more and more of his cock inside her mouth.





Jyoti's face was completely overcome with dread, you could see it in her eyes, they were wide open and as if pleading with Imran to not do what she knew in her heart was inevitable. Imran looked into her eyes and only got perverse pleasure out of her helplessness. He increased the force of his hand on the back of her head and watched how despite her best efforts his cock slowly sunk centimeter by centimeter into her elitist mouth. His cock was about now one inch inside her mouth, it’s nothing much but enough to give her an idea of what was to come, her jaws were paining from the pain of being pried open, she could taste the saltiness of his sweat covered cock, she could smell the stench of dried sweat, old cum and stale urine as the cock violated her mouth more and more. Just then when she thought that her mouth would rip open, Imran paused and said.





Imran- “Kya hua rundi, itni tension kyu le rahi hai?” (what happened whore, why you taking so much tension)



Jyoti- “Glug gggluuggg umppphhhhh”

Imran- “oh accha, teri toh bolti hi band ho gayi hai” (oh yeah, looks like you’re left speechless)




He then withdrew his cock, and in doing so immediately Jyoti fell aside and began coughing uncontrobaly, she wanted to rid her mouth of that horrid taste, she spat several times and her eyes were beginning to water.

Jyoti- “kkhhhhcccckkk thu, thu, *cough* *cough* *cough*”




While Jyoti was cleaning her throat on the side of the bed, Imran laid down besides her, he knew that despite the rough treatment, he had scratched a deep rooted itch, you see it’s basic psycology, such hi-fi bitches will never be satisfied with no matter how much you pamper her, but only when you remind her of her whoring roots& treat her such. Okay so he laid down beside her, confident and stretched out, crumpling the cheap bed sheet and spoke.



Imran- “Chinta mat kar rani, hota hai pahli baar” (don’t worry darling, it happens first time with everyone)




Stroking his mammoth 12 inch cock whose tip was glistening with Jyoti’s saliva, Imran declared.
Imran- “iska naam SULTAN hai, pata nehi kitne rundiyo ka kachumar bana chukka hai, aur kitne kok me apne paap chor chukka hai” (his name is Sultan, you don’t even realize how many whores has he wrecked and how many wombs he’s left his illegitimate child in)




Imran then took his hands and reached over and started patting and gently grabbing Jyoti’s ample ass, he was stroking it like a cat, trying to coax Jyoti into finishing what she had started.
*It is a common and secret method of these brutes to always reveal in steps, eg. when they only need to fuck, they will tear open a woman’s clothes and fuck her right on the spot but when they need to enjoy, they’ll take things slow. I have seen many servants seducing their master’s daughters or wives, they have them wear revealing clothing in the house, they then have them roam around in underwear flaunting their assets and tickling their cocks… If that doesn’t suffice they have them take of one article of clothing; either bra or panty (whichever asset is better) this makes them even more enticing and keeps the cock in a ready state of alert, hence when they finally fuck, the pent up energy and power is released culminating in a magnificent performance which cannot be rivaled by any upper society men. Another reason is that for a woman, by her conservative nature, even if she is a budding or existing slut, becoming naked is a huge step. So you have to take it step by step. Eg. if you are with a girl alone and you want to get physical with her, hold her hand before you hug her, hug her before you kiss her, kiss her before you fondle her boobs, fondle her boobs before you finger her pussy, finger your pussy before you fuck her…. I hope you get the point. That is why Imran had only disrobed her top and enjoying the sight of her hanging melons while letting her the dignity of still wearing pants.*
Anyways back to the story.




After patting and stroking her ass, Jyoti slid over to above his cock again, her face was still contorted from the foul stench of his unwashed cock. He paused for a moment, probally said a prayer or contemplated the final decision and simply dove in like a prehistoric animal on his prey, Imran’s eyes widened as he felt her hot breath on his cock, swaying his thick pubic hair like a primodial jungle. He felt his heart skip a beat when her rosy soft lips touched the tips of his cock, as it to give it a little kiss. Imran felt an electric shock run through his body. Jyoti then slid down further until about half an inch was inside her mouth. Her lips passed the point where her lips slipped down the ridge of his glans (the top most part of the cock) as his cock was circumcised this ridge was pronounced and that area is very sensitive. As her lips landed on the base of his glans he almost pissed in the excitement. He was trying desperately NOT to breath as she knew that she’ll vomit in case she does.





Imran- aaaaahhhhhhhhhh uuuuuhhhhhhh bahen ki lodi, haan theek se chus… bahut maza aa raha hai (sister fucker yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh suck it nicely, I’m really enjoying it)
Auuuuuu bahen ki lodi aur niche jaa, chus daal iss budhe lund ko- (Auuuuu you whore, Yessss go a little lower, suck it dry.)




Jyoti was now getting turned on by the vile and degrading encouragements. She began to push her self more, she was now breathing with great difficulty throuth the nose and trying not to take in the smell. Saliva was running down both corners of her mouth, and tears were running from her eyes and finally on Imran’s pelvis, where they vanished in his thick lush pubic hair. She was now from the heart feeling like a cheap slut, the thrill was incomproble to anything she has felt before, better than the latest bag or shoe she’s purchased or the most expensive dinner her boyfriend has taken her to. She kept slurping, licking tonguing on it. The entire room filled with sounds of.





Slllurrrrp Slluurrrrrp Chik Chik Glup Glup… Chak Chak…. All obsanities of this young girl who couldn’t get enough of this cock, it’s like his cock was coated with cocaine and she wanted all of it.





Imran was just relaxing and watching the show. He kept watching as dribbles of saliva escaped her mouth and dripped down his long shaft like beads of pears or how her boobs were bouncing up and down wildly. As Jyoti became more and more obsessed over this cock, and thoughts of dominating it, she closed her eyes and began to try harder, she was doing up and down more vigorously making her chest cannons bounce more vigorously…. Just then perhaps Jyoti’s teeth scrapped against Imran’s penis and this made Imran yelp in pain. I don’t care how much experienced you are in sex, you might be a porn star but as soon as a set of teeth hits your penis you jump in pain and surprise.





Imran- OOOYYYYEEEEEEE bahen ki lodi, daant laga toh teri khair nehi…. (SHIIITTTTT stupid slut, If I feel teeth again, then I will slap you!)






Saying such, he gave a light slap on her boobies as a reprimand but Jyoti was so lost in her job that she didn’t even notice. Imran, without taking her off the cock grabbed both her forearms and positioned from a sideways position (where he was laying down and she was sucking cock form the side) to a position where she was in between his legs. He positioned such that when he looked down all he could see was her sweet little mouth devouring his cock and the massive slit of her cleavage, she bent down to resume sucking and he felt her boobs crush against his thighs and her tight nipples poke against his fleash, it was enough to send him into a frenzy, he grabbed the back of her head and began to mouth fuck her like before, she also tried to cooperate, little by little he was slowly making her take more and more of his cock into her mouth, 3 inch, 4 inch, 5 inch, but then he hit the back of her throat and she almost threw up, but the increased saliva made the whole ordeal more sloppy and slimy, which was exactly how Imran liked it. He continued as normal to face fuck her until he felt that his cock could NOT last anymore inside the wet, young, aristocratic mouth of this whore




…. He Grabbed her behind the head with both hands and began pushing her mouth into his cock relentlessly…. Jyoti’s eyes became wide opened as she awoke from her trance…. He began pushing her mouth in, as her feeble hands tried to resist against his thighs. Little by little as it reached until he hit the back of her mouth, Jyoti thought that this was the end and he was going to withdraw…. But again she was wrong, after a brief pause he made a monsterous push, and the cock slid past her tonsils right into her throat.

[RRahul]

Jyoti was totally mortified as his cock was now filling up her entire throat and she couldn’t breathe, the cock had slid past her tonsils and entering her throat directly, she watched with teary eyes as her mouth unvoluntarily reached to the bast of his cock until her chin rested against his heavy balls and her nose was at the base of his massive forested and matted pubic hair…. He kept her there for some time and then with a beastly groan, she watched his tennis ball sized balls twitch as she soon felt an absolute torrent of hot liquid down her throat and into her stomach….




Imran- Leh Rundi Le mera maal apne muh me, nigal le mere pani kooooooo (take it whore, take my cum into your mouth and drink all of it)

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRr



Jyoti’s almost felt full as her stomach was filled with bursts of shooting cum directly into her stomach, she jerked back as the cock slid out of her throat, one shot was given into her throat, another while the cock reached her mouth…. She could feel the heavy saltiness of the liquid as her mouth filled with the hot potent liquid and she was forced to drink some of it, and the rest dribbled out of her mouth was a whore and still rest of his ejaculant landed in gobs on her eyes, hair, face, lips, and boobs, her entire face was covered in a glaze of white cum, as she lay there stunned…..



Imran- AAAAhhh AAAAAAahhhh he was panting form the effort and watching his handiwork, but this was only the beginning, the beast was awoken and he would take everything from her…









Both Jyoti and Imran were lying in a state of disbelief, Imran had gotten fantastic blowjobs before by experienced whores but nothing beads a amature blowjob by a virgin. There is just something about the flustered face, the dischevaled hair, the resistance you feel in her mouth, the occasional clamping down of teeth that an experienced man finds irrisistable. So if you are getting a blowjob and you find the girl either take two sips of water first, or fix her hair in a bun behind her head or open her necklace for fear of getting cum stains then you can know that you have an experienced bitch on your hand. And if even after that, the blowjob was lousy then you can blame only her that after sucking on so many cocks, she couldn’t fix her game, anyways.... Imran was lying there panting from the very notion that he got such an elite and high class bitch to suck on her pauper cock which was covered with a shiny film of saliva, gobs of mucus and his own cum, his matted pubic hair was now wet from the intermingling of the above mentioned juices. Jyoti on the other hand was lying on the bed ass up, boob down, head over the edge of the bed coughing, spitting& trying to get the rancid taste of his cum out of her mouth.... but try as she might it wasn’t possible. 



The rancid taste, the acrid smell was in her nose, coated on her tongue, between her teeth, down her throat, in her stomach.... essentially it had permeated her soul. Why am I saying so? It’s because it’s important to break a female only once, those of you who have been with, or fucked a girl would know that it’s only difficult the first time. It’s difficult to first hold her hand, then it’s difficult to put your hands around her, afterwards, it’s hard to get the first kiss, then to caress her boobs, finger her pussy& then ultimately to fuck her pussy. It’s like a relay race, the point you left off is the point the other guy has to start from. Many times the author (me) had met a girl and noticed that this girl was letting me kiss her but was hesitant in letting me touch her boobs, or that this girl had no trouble opening her top in front of me but why shy in opening her lower.... It’s because that’s the point where the previous guy had left her in. Anyways getting back to the story.







Imran opened his eyes to see what his fucktoy was upto, what he saw made his cock twitch in attention again, her marble white body with huge tits mashed on his bed, and her bulbous ass rising like a mountain confined in her tight, conture hugging jeans. He gave her massive ass a tight slap, which made her cheeks vibrate and then he held her arm and raised her up so that both of them were sitting facing each other. He was proud to see gobs of cum still sticking to her face, lips, hair and down her boobs, then he saw something which amused him, she was wearing an expensive necklace, it was two golden chains intertwined and a beautiful pendant of blue emerald, but now it was coated with his slimy cum, the contrast between this extreme opulence and his dirt cheap cum made him smile that no matter how wealthy a woman become or how much you pamper her with money, the organ between her legs will always weep for a long, thick, hard and dirty cock




. He put his hands under his bed and grabbed a dirty hankerchief, and before Jyoti could realize something he began to use it to wipe the cum off her face, hair and milk tankers... Jyoti could feel the crusty fabric on her face and smell the stale smell of dried cum.... Then Imran took the cloth and wiped his cock with it, taking care to clear under his foreskin, and his pubic hair. Jyoti was left speechless, she now realized that this cloth was actually not a regular hankerchief but a used rag specially kept to wipe cum& sweat between sessions. Jyoti was a girl who ordered imported creams worth thousands of rupees per bottle from the internet and applied it on her face, she was the kind of girl who would cover her face with her dupatta even when a slight breeze blew to shield it against the dust of Delhi. But here she was not getting a cum facial from a butcher class man. Imran realized her sudden realization of the situation. He threw the rag under the bed, from where it came and said.






Imran- “Hahaha yeh rumaal toh mera purana saathi hai, chudai sessions ke beech me isse mai rundiyo ke upper se leas, pasina aur mera lund saaf karta hu.... pata aaj tak 25 saalo me hazaro rundiyo ke upar se mera pani saaf kar chukka hai!” (hahaha see this hankerchief, this is my old friend, it’s used to wipe the cum and sweat from the whore’s faces and my cock after fucking sessions.... Do you know, in the past 25yrs it has wiped the faces of thousands of whores before you.)




Jyoti- “par yeh mere face pe kaise laga sakte ho, itni gandi cheez ko” (But how can you put it to my face, this dirty thing!)



Imran- “gandi cheez? Toh tu kaunsi pavitra hai???- yaha mere jaise aadme se apne milk tankers masalwane aur lund chusne ke baad???” (dirty thing? So are you so pure? After getting your milk tankers mauled& sucking my cock).




Jyoti was now silenced. This was the first time that someone had called her out on her bluff. It can be amazingly erotic of a hot girl when a guy has the balls to stand out for himself and call her bluff. She felt her pussy twitch at this act of bravado. Imran knew what was going on in her head, because although he was merely an illiterate pimp, he was an expert in reading psychology and micro-expressions. He noticed that while hearing this Jyoti subconsciously bit her lips a little bit and her pupils widened.





*Some points from the author- whenever you are with a girl, focus NOT on what she says (a woman’s words have little meaning) focus on what she does.... licking of lips, biting of lips, slightly rocking forward and backward, twirling of hair, etc. are all signs that she’s excited*





Imran seized on the moment and got up, Jyoti saw the massive monster stand up straight, his cock was now limp and reached down to half way his knees. It was almost like the vesteges of another leg. He walked to the other side of the bed behind Jyoti and in one swift motion, grabbed her by the armpits and like a child hauled her up. Jyoti let out a sharp shriek, “aaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” as she was yanked up, Imran effortlessly pinned her against the wall& spun her around so that now she was facing him. Her boobs jiggled with the sudden exersion. Imran took a moment to admire her exquisite beauty, he admired her angelic face, her swan like neck, marble complesion and most of all her massive mammoth milktankers and like a typical Punjabi girl they weren’t pointed or cone shaped but proper MILF shaped, bags of milk, slightly sagging


. He thought for a second that such boobs are only seen on mature women who are married, have been fucked by their husbands for years and have squeezed 2-3 kids from their pussies. How the hell does such a young girl (18-19yrs) old have such a mature chest??? He rested his questions aside and began to feast on the flower in front of him, he put his hands on both sides of her waist and caressed her body, he was lightly smooching her lips, she had closed her eyes by now, she was no longer looking at who this guy looked but rather she was lost in the moment.





*This is another thing with women, they are too much into the mood or feelings of things, no matter they said never mention “sex” always say “make love” or it’s not about what you say, it’s about how you made her feel. You can say the world’s best poetry, have the most rare flower and the most expensive chocolates but if you say it when she’s in a bad mood, then all your investment will be to waste. You have to think how it will make her feel, and not what is the content of what you’re saying.


*

Okay so he was lightly kissing her, caressing her neck, nibbling her earlobe, and whispering romantic dialogues in her ear. She was like a lamb in the clutches of a butcher, she didn’t know what to do or how to reach, she was just enjoying the moment and totally lost in it. Imran then slipped his hands and was enjoying her massive mammaries. He was stroking them, squeezing them, running his thumbs on her areolas and nipples, flicking them, etc. Jyoti subconsciously then put her arms around the brute’s body to make it easier for him to exploit her boobs, seeing the compliance of this whore Imran’s once limp cock was also returning to action. It was slowly rising and hardening, like a primodial monster out of its winter sleep. Jyoti felt it rub against the fabric of her pants as it grew to its previous size and began to poke between her legs. Sensing the time is right. Imran pushed her against the wall further more and putting both his hands under her armpits again raised her up and lowered her so that his cock was now erect between her legs and she was now sitting on it. 




Jyoti felt like she was sitting on an iron rod, but it wasn’t made of iron, it was made of flesh and blood. She knew that she wasn’t like those size zero girls, her buxom Punjabi mom’s genes made sure of that, she knew that she weighed a good 65-70kgs with those massive milk tankers and massive ass... in fact few boys who have tried to lift her up in their arms have been able to do so, and here was this brute who was supporting her entire frame as she was comfortably sitting on his pole like cock. Her feet were off the ground and dangling in the air as her entire bodyweight rested on his cock, pushing against her pussy. If one were to see from the other side, one would see her massive ass and between her legs Imran’s massive monster supporting her like a branch supports a bird’s nest. Anyways..... form this position, her chest was on Imran’s face level, he took a moment to relish this sight before diving into it again. He was licking all over her marble skin like ice cream, and licking and flicking with his tongue her nipples like cherry. In between he gave a few surprised like lightly biting them which made Jyoti moan like “SSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssss” in pain and pleasure.




*If you are fondling the boobs of a female remember don’t focus only on her milk tankers, that is nothing, instead focus on fondling her nipples and if possible licking them. This mimicks the suckling of for milk and releases powerful hormone oxytocin which is responsible for maternal bonding.... ofcorse you’re not a child but anything which helps in bonding and making her crave your dick is fair game.*





Jyoti was completely lost, she had her hair dischevaled before her face and was herself enjoying receiving Imran’s kisses, smooches, bites, and groupes.... She was reduced to the lowest common denominator of sex and womanhood. She had released so much juices that Imran could feel them on his cock, it felt like she had pissed on herself. Jyoti could feel ever notch and bump on Imran’s dick although she was still wearing her clothes on her lower body, she kept rocking back and forth on her pole like seat as an attempt to excite herself. Imran noticed that she was completely out of it, she was using her hands to explore his back and dug in her nails whenever he bit her nipples...



. He had also secretly undid her belt and buttons, he was thinking that it would have been nice if this bitch had wore address, could have disrobed her like peeling a banana but this will be harder. Imran then slowly walked over to the bed, Jyoti still seated atop his cock, with her giant ass jiggling with every step he took. He gently laid her down, she knew that this episode of her fuck session was coming to an end but she didn’t want to end it, she resisted a little but holding onto his back, and clenching her ass cheeks tight around his cock, but Imran merely planted a deep messy smooch as he let her down, long strings of saliva extended from his mouth to hers showing the extent of the depravity....



 As she was being let down, Imran had cleverly with his thumbs on both hands grabbed the belt loops of her hips causing her to slip out of her pants as she fell onto the bed. Her considerable weight caused her pants to be peeled off her like a banana which Imran effortlessly pulled down and threw to a corner of the room. Before Jyoti could come to her senses she felt a breeze between her legs and sudden cold as the only thing which stood between her and total surrender was the thin, wet fabric of her panties. Imran briefly got a glimpse of the outline of her pussy petals through the sopping wet fabric before like a sleuse gate of a dam Jyoti slammed both her legs close exposesing her massive ass before Imran.......

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Imran flung her from her arms onto the dirty cot, and in lieu of his wicked expertise in toying with women, he had already undone the button and buckle of her pants and while tossing her down he gripped the belt loops of her waist with his thumbs, as a result Jyoti tumbled down but her pants did not, they peeled off like a banana and collected near her knees which Imran unceremoniously took off and threw to the side





. It took Jyoti a few micro seconds to realize what had happened by the cold breeze she could feel on her sensitive inner thighs and the sight of her expensive jeans being uselessly tossed aside. Immidiately she closed her legs shut, but not before Imran could get a brief look at her flimsy pink panties and outlines of her pussy lips through the now wet material



. Jyoti was now lying down in a foetal position with both legs closed, exposeing her massive ass to the hungry wolf, he was amazed by the size of her chooters (ass) because it was more wide than his hips, it would be a dream to fuck that ass doggystyle he thought. 





Now Imran thought that this is that hardest stage of the entire process because no matter what you have done with a woman until that point, getting her to expose her most delicate parts is a totally different ball game. I’ve had many girls who have sucked my cock and I’ve mauled their milk tankers but when it comes to exposing their flower petals they are always hesitant. 




Imran knew that he had two options one was that he could employ his age old stratigy of forcing her to open her legs and take off her panties by force which he had done thousands of time before or another way was to coax her into doing so herself, which was harder but if he failed, he could always revert back to the first method.


 Jyoti had since closed her eyes and expecting the final assault on her innermost parts but something to the contrary happened, Imran merely laid down next to her and spooned her, with his dirty hairy chest against her milky white back and his rod like cock touching her ass, he began kissing her on her shoulders, neck, cheeks and back, this was extremely erotic for Jyoti, as was the aroma of his cock, sweat and cheap liquor. Imran than began to stroke her hair and whispered in her ear.








Imran- “tere jaisa maal maine aaj tak nehi dekha” (I have not come across a piece like you)



Imran- “lagta hai tere se pyar ho jayga” (I think I’m falling in love with you)





Now that may sound like a stupid thing to say but actually it’s not, women are suckers for emotions, be it good or bad, that is why men watch things on TV which make them happy; porn, wrestling, sports, etc while women watch serials where they like to experience a range of emotions from happiness to sadness…



. So essentially it’s true that to be happy a woman needs to experience all emotions and love is a main one, even if you are fucking the most reknowned slut in your state or union territory if you drop a small hint that you love her or are making love in her ear, her heart will melt and she will give you two shots in place of one.




 It happened with the author (me) while I was fucking an expensive call girl, I had expended myself and was just lying there and since I had taken Viagra (to maximize my investment) my cock got hard again, on both of us realizing that I became embarrassed because technically I already had my one shot that I paid for, but since I was nice to her and said some cute things in her ear, she merely said, “oh you’re hard, okay let’s continue where we left off.” Anyways back to the story.

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Imran then began to nuzzle her neck from behind, it was an intensely romantic scene, Jyoti was lying there with her legs closed shut, and her arms over her massive milk tankers and Imran was lying behind her, his stinky hairy chest against her milky back and his dirty beard tickling her neck as he was constantly giving small kisses and licks on her shoulders, cheeks, ear lobes, etc.





 She had tightly shut her eyes and now just like water was being guided along the contours set by Imran. Imran then took his hands and began running it first on her scalp, giving a massage of sorts, then along her neck, rubbing her neck muscles until he felt them soften up (meaning she was relaxed) then he slid his hands further south and traced the curves of her body, of her waist and hips, then he slid his hands over her belly, making sure to playfully glabfistfuls of her ample flesh and squeeze (making her giggle due to tickling sensation) 



he then traced his hands northwards and encountered her hands guarding her treasures, he didn’t have to force anything then, he merely kept sliding his hands upwards and merely nudged her hands away and slid his hands in between her milk tankers and hands so basically he had his hands over her massive mumme (boobs) and hands so basically there was no reason to keep covering them




, but still…. Imran was gently tracing his hands over her mounds, he was feeling the silky softness of her skin and enjoying its fullness. He then began to take her nipples between each of his fingers in his hand and manipulated them in different ways ranging from rubbing them, tweaking them like radio knobs, and downright squeezing them hard as he could making her squirm in pain and pleasure. 



He was mauling them brutally by squeezing them very hard with his laborer palms so that the flesh of her milk tankers could be seen bulging between the gaps of his fingers. Then to test her resistance Imran snuck his other hand under her and slid it under her other boob and began to do the same, so essentially he was brutally mauling both of her milk tankers now making her squirm and yelp in delight.





Jyoti- sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh, OUCH!, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nneeeeeehhhhiiiiiiiiii….

Imran- “kyu maza aa raha hai?” (why having fun?)




Jyoti- oooooohhhhhhh haaaaannnn “ooohhhhhh yessssss”




Every time he squeezed her boobs hard she would buck her hips and her massive ass would crash against his naked cock, he would feel his cock trying to lodge in between her ass cheeks, only held back by the flimsy material of her panties.

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Then Imran kept mauling her boobs with one hand and moved his other hands southwards making sure to massage her tummy on the way and then he encountered her thighs which were guarding her treasure between them. He began to lightly stroke her thighs, first on the inner side on her knees (which is an erotic zone) then he moved his hands up her inner thighs in a light stroking motion, with each stroke he would move them closer to her guarded flower.



 Jyoti was also beginning to lose it and her resistance was fading, she began to enjoy the manipulations on her body from the boob mauling to the stroking and massage of her inner thighs, and she subconsciously parted her legs, Imran used this opportunity to slide his hands further north towards her flower and he began to go towards her pussy with every stroke until he could feel the heat from her love tunnel and feel the damp fabric of her panties on his hands. There was so much wetness there it was like a primodial swamp; hot, moist and pungent. He then rubbed his finger on her panties, over her pussy, ohhh my godddd it was hot, like touching a nuclear reactor, he was trying to trace her pussy lips and noticed that they weren’t that prominent which drew a smile on his face because he thought, her pussy lips aren’t that pronounced meaning this is a new piece, probally fucked less than a dozen times!!!




*You see the more a woman gets fucks the more prominent her pussy lips become, a new piece has a pussy just like the petals of a flower, delicate& subtle*





He was running his fingers over her slit, over her panties ofcorse and this made her shudder with excitement, she was feeling tremendous pleasure against the inside of her pussy lips and occasionally when his finger brushed against the hood of her clit. Then Imran decided to take it up a notch and he slyly slid his hands under her panties, just then he realized that his bith had shaved her pussy, it was absolutely smooth, he thanked his stars for this bitch and continued brining his hands down until he encountered just the point where her pussy started, he felt for a little “button” which was her clit, and gently pressed with his index finger a bit behind her clit to retract the clitoral hood& fully expose the clitoris, then with his middle finger he literally attacked her clit, there was absolutely no civility here, because when you’re rubbing a woman’s clit, whether you go fast or slow, it’ll have the same effect. 






So basically he went in and with his dirty, hard and calloused middle finger began to press it, rub it, pinch it, etc. Jyoti was totally caught off guard, her eyes popped out of her socket and her mouth opened wide as she let a shriek, “AAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” had she not been in a known brothel in Imran’s den, then surely the nighbours would have investigated. Jyoti’s mind began to spin out of control as waves of pleasure and pain washed over her mind. 


Her first respond was to slam her legs shut to try and protect her flower but it didn’t have any effect, closing her legs merely made Imran’s fingers jam more tightly into her clit, as to relieve the pressure she began to buck her hips back and her ass touched Imran’s naked sword, Imran also used that erect sword to stop her from sliding more backwards and avoid the pleasure assault on her clit. Jyoti tried getting up but Imran’s other hand was tightly on her chest (over her boobs) which absolutely prevented her from doing such. As she tried to get up, her massive milk tankers were pushed into his palms more and he kept pressing them, as to extract their milk. Both were making completely different type of sounds.





Jyoti- uuuuuuUUUUUUhhhhhh MMMMFfffffgggggggg aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh



Imran- Hahahaha Hohoho Hehehe Saali Rundi aab bata kaha jaigi….. (stupid whore now say where you will go)




This continued until she was releasing more and more amounts of pussy juice and making the entire region wet, the sounds of Chak Chak Chak filled the room as Jyoti was struggling to keep her legs closed and curtail the stream of obscene noises escaping her mouth. She let out several jets of cum as waves of orgasms washed over her body.
Jyoti’s entire face and chest turned red with the orgasm as she was trying to catch her breath and cool down, Imran had used this opportunity to re-position himself now between her open legs and before she could realize anything, he bent down and put his thumbs under the elastic of her flimsy panties on either waist and gave it a massive pull!!! 



Before Jyoti could realize what was going to happen she caught her panties flying to a corner of the room like a useless rag, Jyoti shuddered as she felt the cold air lick the innermost petals of her petals, she tried to close her legs but Imran was far ahead of her and grabbed her ankles before she could close her legs to hide her precious flower. Before Imran lay the most delicate, beautiful sight, the pussy of a young rich, aristocratic woman, it was clean shaven and slightly pink from all the stimulation, The outer lips were slight& the inner lips were thin and indistinct, the lips closely guarded her love canal. All in all it looked like a tight pussy, unaware of how to accommodate a cock. 




On the contrary if you look at the pussy of a whore or a woman who has had 1-2 kids you’ll see that the outer lips are brown, they look much less “fresh” the outer lips are thick and parted while the inner ones form “curtains” and thus you can easily see the canal in the middle. But clearly this wasn’t the case here, this was a fresh cut piece, fucked less than 4-5 times. The condition of the pussy has a lot to do with the person who is fucking, if amateur is doing the fucking, the pussy can stay in a new condition even after years of fucking, however if a beast like Imran is doing the fucking then the pussy starts to deteriorate after the very first fuck itself because of all the stretching and accommodation it has to do to fit his massive unreal cock.

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Imran bent down until his face was merely centimeters from her pussy and inhaled deeply, he appreciated the clean, musty aroma of an upper class woman, his face lit up like child opening a birthday gift. Actually if you have ever seen a clean pussy up close you will agree that the aroma isn’t at all offensive, it’s a bit odd but erotic at the same time, it’s just like a wild flower.



 Anyways Imran then slowly inched towards her flower, form her point of view all she could see what Imran’s face between her massive thighs slowly going down between the valley of her legs, like a setting sun, until she could just see the top of his head and black hair, she braced her against his shoulder and prepared for the inevitable…. She first shuddered as Imran’s hot breath caressed her inner most thighs and her pussy lips, then a few strands of Imran’s hair brushed against her lips which made her jump in excitement, OUCH!!!!, she tried to close her legs but they were firmly held open by the iron grip of Imran. 







Imran was now merely millimeters away from her flower, he took a time to appreciate her delicate folds, because he knew that after this night it won’t remain as such and would be transformed into the gutter drain of a seasoned whore. Then just like a seasoned player he went slowly into the game, he slowly blew on her pussy which made Jyoti close her eyes, tighten her fists and a sigh of “SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH” escaped her mouth, then he slowly planted a kiss on her sensitive and exposed clit, which made her arch her back and a sound of “UUUUUUUUU” was made, he gave several lighter than air kisses on her clit and on her pussy lips, they were infact so light that had he made the same on her shoulders or cheeks, she wouldn’t even have felt it but since it was on her pussy, she felt every single crinkle of his chapped lips on her pussy lips, she was going absolutely mad and began thrusting her hips on his face, Imran then realized that this bitch was starting to enjoy the treatment and there was actually no need now to hold her legs open so he shifted his lands to grip her under her ass and grabbed her hips like a handle bar and pulled her close and began to slowly run the tip of his raspy tongue on her clit, he was really dexterous with the way in which he did this, none of his steps were repeatetive, because he had a tick up his sleve, he was using his toungue to trace the outline of the alphabet on her clit; A, B, C, D and so on, this way all the strokes and all the places he rubbed was new and her entire clit got stimulated. 







Jyoti was really taken aback by this royal treatment, never ever even while she masturbated and used her imported clit vibrator did she feel the same pleasure that she as feeling at the hands of this brute. Her hands were on her mouth trying to cover up the slew of shameless gasps, shrieks, sighs, screams that she was making in response to Imran’s skillful pussy assault. Each contact of Imran’s raspy reptilian tongue on her pussy was like her entire soul was on fire and her body was releasing pussy juices to try and quench this fire. Imran was peeked his eyes to watch what she was doing, she was either stuffing her hand in her mouth to stop he from screaming or sometimes squeezing her own boobs to heighten the pleasure, she was flinging her head from side to side, tears of pure lust rolling down her cheeks. 






Had this been any other respectable respectable colony, the residents would have called the security officer, but here there was no security officer, every knew what was going on…. In fact in the adjacent room they were probally doing the same thing as Imran is doing here. Jyoti was completely lost, she tried instinctively to close her legs shut but Imran’s head was in the way, she clamped her legs around his head so tightly that Imran was now beginning to turn purple, but he was in such a position that his life would have stopped but not his tongue. His tongue was like a massive pre historic slug, sometimes he used it to rub her clit, sometimes like a tentacle to circle the clit, sometimes like a cock to dart inside her pussy, forcing her pussy lips to accommodate his fat tongue. 







And the most important part of his technique was his unpredictability, he was never repetitive with his methods. He used to rub, stroke, dart with his tongue along with planting kisses on her pussy, biting her clit, her pussy lips, and her inner thighs and sometimes when he felt that the bitch was enjoying too much, he didn’t fail to plant a firm slap on her inner thighs or directly on her pussy to make her squeal in pain and pleasure. He continued this until he could feel that she was on the edge… she was trembling and small uncoordinated tremours were shivering down her spine, she was on the limit of what she could hold and she again clamped her legs around his head and with both her hands tried to shove her head inside her pussy. 





Imran then decided to send her over the edge and began to quickly lick her up and down, from tip of her clit to down to her ass hole, and when he reached down to her brown star he darted his tongue inside her ass and began to flick it up and down. Jyoti jumped in surprise OUCH!!!! She felt dirty, but she also felt immensely sexy at the same time due to this forbidden act. She tried to use her hands to push his face away from her ass but Imran merely held both of her hands and dug his face inside her ass until his face was almost inside the crack of her ass and he began to roughly give her a rimjob

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 He was circling her rough tongue round and round her anus in circles and then began to test the strength of her back door by trying to push his tongue inside her cavity like he had done with her pussy. All this was too much for the unexperienced Jyoti and she unknowingly gave a massive push with her ass, since her ass was a good 38 inches, Imran got a solid hit in the face and fell backwards.





 Jyoti became scared and began to think what will happen next as she had just insulted this master pimp. Imran immediately got up and he did NOT take this insult lightly. He immediately turned Jyoti around and pulled her legs so that both her legs was hanging off the bed and her ass was exposed in the air, Jyoti couldn’t see what was about to happy and this only added to the suspense in her mind. Remember she was exposed, lying there with ass up in the air, and hands held behind her back by this monster…. Just then CHHHAAAAARRRRRAAAAAKKKKKKK. Imran’s heavy open hand fell on her ass. OOOOUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHH!!!! Escaped Jyoti’s mouth. 






She felt a burning sensation on the ass where his hands had just left a red print, but before she had the time to recover Imran planted 5-6 similar spanks on both her ass cheeks, making them jiggle like jelly and making her squeal in pain and pleasure. Then suddenly he stopped, he got behind her and again held both her ankles and thrust his face inside her ass, now imagine her ass was so wide and large that his entire face was consumed inside it. Imagine the scene that Jyoti was lying face down, trying to muffle her screams by pummeling her head in a dirty stinky pillow, her massive boobs mashed on the cheap bed cover, and her ginormous ass on the edge of the bed, with Imran’s dirty face inside it, he was licking it up and down from the asshole to the pussy, taking time to kiss, lick, spit and all manner of dirty things. 






Jyoti now learn to relax and enjoy the pussy and ass licking but Imran never let it get too routine, he would occasionally still slap he ass HARD and or bite her sensitive parts making her jump in surprise. Many times he had brought Jyoti to the edge of orgasm but then backed off, this was increasing the tension inside Jyoti as she thought that he was playing with her, although she should have known that she was merely a game to him the moment he saw her photo in his friend’s mobile and it made his dick stand up. Jyoti was bucking her hips and trying to thrust her ass and pussy in his face hoping that get that extra 1-2 seconds of action which would finally allow her to have her orgasm, but Imran wasn’t going to let that happen. Finally Jyoti decided to take matters into her hands directly…





. She turned around and so that she was lying there with both legs hanging down the edge of the bed, but this time instead of having her back towards Imran, she was facing him, she could see that Imran’s whole body was glistening in sweat including his face and beard which was now gleaming in her own fluids. She tried to grab a hold of Imran’s face and push it towards her pussy to complete that task she thought that perhaps my desperation or the sigh of my boobs would send him over the edge and finally I have sexual release but she wasn’t going to have it her way. 



Imran swatted away her hands, and came close to her, he planted a very sensual smooch on her lips, she could taste her own fluids and desperation from his lips. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn’t have to see the reflection of herself in this beast’s eyes and see what she had become. Just then Imran spoke in a deep and relaxed voice.