Adultery Busty beauty Mrs. Dimple Aggarwal and ugly Birju Naukar

[qazmlp]

[Ajanmol]

EPISODE- 2

Rohan felt relief as he kept going away from the place which no longer is the comfortable home he once knew before his marriage. Back in the Aggarwal residence, everything fell silent to normal. Dimple came back to her normal senses after her usual anger outburst. She went back to making her hair and getting ready for the day. She heard soft footsteps climbing the stairs and slowly making their way to her room and a lady with a wrinkled face entered through the widely opened bedroom door. “ Kya huya beta, subah subah kyu jhagra kar raha ho apas main” with an insincere smile making sure she doesn’t irritate Dimple further. It was Rohan’s mother- Seema. Dimple looked at her with fathomless eyes and thought in her mind, “ ohh common ab ya budhii aa gayi mera dimag khrab karna. I really wanna punch this stupid women’s face” but she controlled her emotions taking pity on Seema’s age and deteriorating health. Dimple brushed aside her anger“ arra mummy ji mujha konsa shonkk hai apke beta sa behas karna ka. But agar subah subah mera sarr par koyi chadega toh kya main uski aarti utaru. Aap Rohan ko bolo na ki apni wife sa kaise baat karta hain”. Seema sensed Dimple's rage and out of her motherly affection and sense of duty she tried to calm Dimple down, “ arra bacha jaha pyaar hota hai vahi to larayi bhi hoti hai. Koyi na tum gusaa mat keya karo. Aapas main pati-patni arram sa nipta leya karo agar koyi problem hoti hai.”
As Seema finished saying this, Dimple walked towards her hastly, “ Aap na ya gayaan apna beta ko do, married life main kaise raha jata hai mujhe acha sa pata hai. Main koyi anpad nahi hoon.” As Dimple said this she stressed more on the word “anpad”, because Seema wasn’t a highly educated lady. She only had basic government college-level education. Dimple tried to taunt her indirectly. Semma felt this and realized that there was no point in arguing and her motherly guidance aren’t going to bear any fruit. She dropped her head down feeling humiliated, turned, and started retreating out of the room to the stairs to her room which was on the ground floor.
She closed the door behind her and wiped her slightly wet eyes and prayed in her mind, “ ha bhagwann app kripaa karo ham parr. Es ladki ko thori akal do. Varna ya hamara ghar and mera shareef beta ko hamesha ka leya barbaad kardegi aur ek din hame hi ghar sa nikal degi”.
Incidents like these were regular affairs in Aggarwal residence, which might look peaceful and lavish from outside its beautiful walls but inside of the house was filled with misery, sadness and betrayal- Dimple being the sole reason.  
Dimple felt a bit of evil relief by taunting her mother-in-law. She looked at the time and realized it was running faster than she thought. Her upper body was ready with a tight-fitted white kurta and underneath it a black sports bra, which made her breast curves evident. However, her lower body still needed better clothing if she was to get out of the house. She quickly closed the bedroom door and stripped her baggy pajamas full of floral artwork. Her thunder thighs and big soft ass were naked under her white Kurta which was up to her knees. Her skin was pale which made her curvy body even more irresistible. She opened her closet drawer and pulled out a black Calvin Klein underwear, slid them in between her legs, and slowly started pulling and adjusting them upwards her ass. She liked to wear tight clothing and struggled a little around her ass because her ass was growing bigger for her clothing. She giggled a little thinking about the growing structure of her body. Her struggle continued as she now tried to get her legs and ass through slim-fit light blue denim jeans. She slowly backed towards her bed, where she sat and pulled her jeans upward with strength. Her ass cheeks spread even bigger by sitting on the bed. Her struggle ended and she stood before her mirror looking at herself. Her tight clothing made every curve of her body more attractive. Her plump boobs dying to get out of her tight bra and ass jiggled as she walked. She was contemplating her beauty when she heard a knock on her door. She opened the door and suddenly a modest force from outside made the door swung wide open. It threw Dimple a couple of steps back and in a matter of second room was filled with adorable laughter. “Mumma mumma mumma main toh ready hoon college jana ka liya. Main apsa pehla doodh pe ka ready ho gaya. I am first and you are second”. It was Dimple’s 5-year-old son Aryan who was adored by everyone in the family. His laughter and happiness was the only thing that bridged the gap between Dimple, her husband and his family. Being a mother, Dimple loved her son more than anything and this love was one of the reasons she stayed as the daughter-in-law of the doomed Aggarwal family.
Dimple’s face illuminated with a broad smile and she joyfully picked Aryan up in her arms. Before she was able to say anything to him a lady in her mid-20’s came barging into the room. It was the maid of the house- Sapna. “ Aryan tum bahut naughty ho gaya ho aaj kal. Didi dekho na kaise dauurr raha hai sarra ghar mian. Apko bhi dsturb kardeya. Aur apna doodh and omelette bhi poora finish nahi kayi”. Dimple gave a frowning look at Aryan in a funny way and put him down from her arms, “ Acha bachuu what is this behavior? You are getting naughty by every day. No worries, I will tell the monster that you don’t listen to others”. Just like every other child, hearing about the monster made him a bit anxious and made his voice softer than usual, “sorry mumma, I will finish my breakfast”. Dimple hid her laugh looking at Aryan’s cute worried face and kissed him on the forehead. “ Sapna jaldi sa hamara breakfast laga do we are getting late. Aryan ko college drop karka mujhe apna friend ka office jana hai”. Within a few minutes, Dimple finished her breakfast, started sipping on her protein shake as she walked out of her house towards her pearl white Range Rover. Her ample boobs were jiggling as she walked. She was oozing sex appeal in her tight clothes.
Sapna opens the back door and Aryan jumped into the car while Dimple adjusted her voluptuous body in the driver’s seat. Dimple checks her makeup and hair in the rearview mirror, throws a naughty smile knowing that her beauty can remind an old man about his youthful days, and finally drove towards Aryan’s college.

Waah bhai update padh kar maza aa gaya...bt agar story ye hindi mai hoti to jyada maza aata..anyways no issue...aage dekhna hai qa hota hai ...keep it up bro...u r doing such a great job.....

[Lok k]

Dost thoda aur hindi ho to achha rahega
Ek aur request hai pics & gifs add Karo ,maza double ho Jayega.

[Sanjay333]

Hindi m jyada achhi lagegi

[thereald]

EPISODE-3

Dimple dropped Aryan at the college and on her way back she found herself passing in front of City College. She slowed down her Range Rover and slowly parked on side of the road. She rolled her window down to take a look at the collegiate enjoying their energetic youthful days. She kept staring at the students thinking about her college days when her college life used to be identical to them. This sight sent her back in the memory lane when her life was all about friends, parties, and countless adventures. When all she had to worry about was which designer dress she was going to purchase. Dimple found herself hypnotized in her nostalgic memories.

About 9 years ago

A 21-year-old Dimple wakes up to her mother knocking on her door continuously. “Dimpleeeee wake-up beta. It’s almost noon. Don’t you have college today?” Dimple slowly got out of her bed, rubbing her sexy brown eyes, she opened the door. “ Arra mummaa kya huya, why are you shouting at me”. Nisha gave a wide smile to Dimple, “ Arra meri maharaniii, you are late for college. Get ready sleepy head. But agar apki wish ho toh college main ghar pa mangva lu?” Dimple gave a silly grin to her mother, “ koyi baat nahi mumma, papa ko bolkar degree ghar par hi mangva lenga.” Nisha caressed Dimple’s face gently, “ my naughty princess. Chal ab breakfast is ready. Skipping meals is not good. Agar apni ya shakal and body sexy maintain karni hai toh you need to eat regular meals.”

Dimple was born in a family which was rich from generations. Her forefathers and relatives all hailed from an upper-class lineage. Dimple’s father Sanjay Singhania was a business tycoon. He took over the business after his father’s demise. Dimple’s mother Nisha also hailed from a family of industrialists. She now helped Sanjay with his business. This made sure that growing up, Dimple never had even the slightest idea of lack of money. Both her parents pampered her a lot because Nisha was having problems in conceiving, but when she got pregnant, it brought them immense happiness, and thus nothing mattered more to them than Dimple. Her father got her everything she ever demanded and spoiled her with every luxury. She didn’t have to even raise a finger to do anything. Maids and servants were behind her like a shadow to make sure she lives her life like a princess.
Growing up Dimple always loved American serials and movies. She became obsessed with American culture and way of life. She would always talk about shifting to America, become a singer, and live rest of her life the American way. Her father would take the family on vacations in Hawai where Dimple used to marvel at how American’s lived and enjoyed their life. Her obsession was further fueled by her mother, who always filled her ears with criticism of Indian culture and how it was built to suppress women. Nisha would always nag about backward and primitive Indian culture. She was a relentless lady who always believed in ditching the barriers constructed around women by the Indian culture and enjoy the essence of life in whatever way a person desired. Moreover, Dimple’s parents always boasted about being intellectuals who “don’t like to pray in front of stones and imaginary gods”. Sanjay also wanted to shift to America but believed that India offers better business opportunities.

Their attitude towards life made sure by the time Dimple was an adult, she was already a spoiled brat who was full of herself. She used to hang around only with rich kids. Her father’s money and power got to her head. Wealth was the only factor she judged a person with and despised everyone who belonged to a financially weaker class. In fact, she regarded manual laborers as the scum of the earth. India being a country with an ample amount of poverty and population, Dimple begged her father to send her to a college in California after completing college. But Sanjay refused her demand outright, “Beta we don’t want to send you away from our eyes. We will be alone without you. India is not such a bad country. We will send you to a classy college of your choice. Anything you want you just name it but please drop this obsession with America. If you want we can go for vacation sometimes in California or Vegas?” Deep down Sanjay knew Dimple had no idea of how to live alone in this cruel world. She was a girl who lived in her imaginary world where she was the queen with unlimited wealth rest of the world was her humble servant. Hearing a straight “NO” from her father for the first time in life came as a shocker to Dimple who slammed her new iPhone on the floor and ran to her room sobbing. Dimple wasn’t ready to accept a refusal but her father who was always good with words tried to assure Dimple that he will certainly send her to America after her graduation for further studies. But Dimple’s tears kept flowing like a river in heavy monsoon rain. He felt bad looking at her daughter’s tears.

The next day Sanjay bought a new Mercedes and of course a new iPhone for Dimple to distract her mind. Dimple was a materialistic girl who jumped with excitement looking at her new ride. Sanjay’s calmly talked to her, “beta we will send you to America jab aap thoi barri ho jayogi. Abhi aap graduation complete karlo fir jaha bhi aap bolo we will send you there. Tum chali jayogi toh hama kon dekhega. Tumhara siva hamara koyi nahi hai. Abhi aap apni new car main enjoy karo. Anything you want, just say it”. Dimple might be a spoiled brat but she loved her parents immensely. Rajesh’s emotional talk made her drop her bratty drama and she pointed her finger at Rajesh, “After my graduation, I will not stay even a single day in this shit hole country”.
Days passed and Dimple found new friends in her college and she enjoyed her college life a lot. By the time she completed her graduation, she was already a full grown lady. Standing at 5’11. Dimple was much taller than usual Indian girls. Her body was fuller and plumper than usual Indian standards. Despite her voluptuous built her body looked tight. Always being in a comfortable environment she had skin so smooth and white it can put the moon to shame. When she walked her boobs would jiggle and her ass cheeks would clap against each other. Her facial features and beauty would give any famous actress a run for her money. Her white spotless face would always glow with her sexy smile. Her ass to waist ratio was so seductive that even the older professors of her college dreamed about rubbing their limp dicks on her ass. Her height and long thick thighs made her assets look even more sensual. She was a walking sex symbol and looked like the dream girl of every man. Her striking physical features were genetically passed on to her from her mother who to further enhance Dimple’s beauty, always looked after her nutrition and diet to make sure her daughter grows up to be a woman who will slay the hearts of even the strongest of men. Dimple earned her body through regular physical activities like swimming or weight training. Nearly every girl as well as women professors in her college hated Dimple out of jealousy. Deep down they all wanted to look like her. Typically Indian girls either have a seductive body with not so good looking face or a pretty face with a flat body. But Dimple had the best of both worlds, a desirable body with a seductive face. Dimple’s gifts attracted the attention of a lot of people- a couple of perverted professors in particular, who offered Dimple one-on-one tuition classes in case she was having any doubts in the class.

All this attention made Dimple’s attitude even more unpleasant to the point where she looked at other people as cockroaches in front of her except one person- her best friend Neha.

Neha also came from a rich and modern family and thus, Dimple got along with her instantly. Both shared similar qualities except that Neha wasn’t a complete bitch like Dimple. Neha was much sluttier but knew a thing or two about how to be respectful to other people especially the lower class. Both girls looked after each other as sisters. Neha grew concerned about Dimple’s aloof nature and decided to call Dimple one day to discuss these things with her. “Heyy Dimple kya haal hai meri jaan. What’s going on? “Dimple chuckled at Neha’s question.” Nothing fatso, I just got out of shower, tu kya kar rahi hai.” Neha in a flirtatious voice, “ Ohhooo kya kuch keya fir shower main. Dekh kahi Nisha aunty ko pata na chal jaya tera shower time ka details” Dimple makes flustered face, “yah yah yah aur toh tujha kuch ata nahi. Tera dimag main bass yahi chalta hai. If you don’t have anything important kal baat karta hain ” Neha laughs a bit, “ acha chal leave it. I have something important to talk about. Main kafi time sa dekh rahi hu tu kafi gussa main rehti hai hamehsa. Koyi problem hai?” Dimple felt surprised by this question, “babe what are you talking about. Main tujh parr kab gussa huyi. I love you meri janaman” Neha quickly replies, “I know that parr I was asking just out of curiosity. Actually you don’t talk to anyone else apart from me in college. Kafi sarra boys bhi bolta hain ka they wanna talk more to you but you are rude to them. Acha sun vo Rishab nahi hai handsome hunk apna section vala, he likes you and usna mujha bola hai tujhe baat karna ka leya. He is definitely in love you babe. Kitna handsome hai yaar vo. Uski body dekhi tuna ekdam sexy hunk. Sarre larkeya marti hai uspa. He will make you happy and you will enjoy his company. You are lucky ka uska dil aa geya tera upar. Sarra college Ek barr us sa battt ka……” Dimple interrupts her “ oyaaaa hello tu samjhti kya ha apna aap ko. Aur kya boli tu, I am lucky? Tera us Rishab jaise na mera ghar par toilet saaf karta hain.” This sudden burst of anger startled Neha even on phone and she quickly tried to make things calm, “ arra arra baby I was just telling you. End of the day you will marry someone, aur I thought ke Rishab is rich and handsome and he loves you. Tujhe aau kya chahiye” This failed attempt proved to be like petrol in fire and Dimple’s anger irrupted once again“ okayyyyyy so I can tune mujha khareed leya hai jo tu meri shadi ki fikar. Tu kya chahti hai main tera us Rishab or kisa us jaise Indian larka sa shaadi karu and saari zindagi unka ghar ki naukrani bann kar rahu. I want to go to America, live an independent life, wanna marry someone who doesn’t believe in shitty family values and stone worshiping. I want to spend the rest of my life with an open-minded American, enjoying myself with my partner. Kisa ka ghar ki bahu bankar unka bartan nahi dhona mujhe. I have ambitions in life, I’m not a slut like you who only want to get on every available dick.” This left Neha furious, “ Dekh Dimple, I was just having a normal conversation but you are crossing your limit madam, mind your tongue. Tune bhi mujha khareeda nahi huya ki jo muh main aya bolta ja rahi hai. I am your best friend, you should be ashamed of yourself for talking like this to me. “Dimple was in no mood to back down, “ Listen to me carefully, apna dosti apna paas rakh. You suck your Rishab’s dick and be her whore, and please don’t even think about calling me again.” Dimple hung up the phone and blocked Neha’s number and throws her phone away “Bloody bitch”.

Neha was left in tears hearing this from the person she considered as her sister. She vowed to never meet Dimple again. Dimple realized her mistake after few days but she was too proud to apologize to Neha. Just like this, their friendship bond broke. Now Dimple was completely focused on her ultimate goal of life- shifting to America and become a singer. She was an average singer but nobody dared to tell her this. Within a couple of months, she completed her final graduation exams. Her father realized that the time has come for the promise he made to dimple three years ago. But he was not ready to send his baby girl far avail all by herself. He discussed this with Nisha at greater lengths. Nisha came up with a solution, “ See Sanjay I know ka tum Dimple ko bhejna nahi chahta but she is too stubborn. Agar tum usa esa rokoga toh ek din vo ghar sa bhaag jayagi. Do one thing, I know you are worried because she never saw what the real world looked like. I know she is not built for the real world yet. But like it or not we will have to send her otherwise she might do something terrible. Tum aisa karo ka, she is now free from college, involve her with you in business activities. Teach her how to among people. Let her work around your few months and she will be a different independent lady. I know my daughter, she is smart and a quick learner. Sanjay reluctantly agreed to this.

For the next few months, Dimple worked alongside her father and got the gist of how to operate a business. She liked it but her dream was to keep her mind distracted. During this time her Visa and college admission process finalized and finally the day came when a Dimple was packed and ready to fly to her dreamland- all alone. She wanted to call and Neha for a final time but she ditched the idea thinking, “ phewww I won’t even come back to this crap country ever again. Neha can go screw herself”. Dimple’s parents deep down knew why she was always so desperate to shift to America- so that she can date and marry a handsome American, just like the ones she grew up watching in movies and social media. Her parents were quite modern and open-minded but they wanted her daughter to marry an Indian guy from a respectable family. But nothing can be done now. 

They knew there is no point in changing Dimple’s mind. Both Sanjay and Nisha were in tears sending their daughter into the airport. But every fiber in Dimple’s body was joyful and excited. Just when Dimple was about to get towards her boarding area, Sanjay wiped his tears, hugged her tightly, and spoke in her ear, “don’t make me regret my decision”. Dimple looked in his eyes, “I won’t”. Then Dimple rushed towards the plane just like a child who suddenly saw a mountain of candies. Dimple put her tight big ass on her seat, fastened seat belts, and mumbled, “America, your new superstar is coming”.

[Lok k]

Wonderful update
Pic add Karo bro

[thereald]

@Lok K
Yes, its good to add pics but that would mean I have to go on google and find relating pictures and gifs. But I am hardly able to find time for writing this story so pictures and gifs is not possible for the moment. And I 100% absolutely don't want to post those stupid Blacked porn gifs into the story. But I will see in future how my story pans out. Thanks a lot for the feedback. means a lot.

@Lok K and @Sanjay333

I will try to add more hindi. Duly noted. Thanks for the support.

@Ajanmol
Thanks a lot for the feedback. I will try my best.

[thereald]

Thanks a lot for the support everyone. I will try my best to make the updates longer and consistent, being a noob writer it is hard for me to sit down and dedicate time to write and think for story. But I am putting my heart and soul into this. Please bear with me.

[thereald]

One more thing, I know most of the people read and leaves without giving any feedback. I am fine with it but please if you don't want to post a comment just hit the like button. This way I will know that people are interested in what I have to say. It will be a motivating factor.

[qazmlp]

Stubborn Obstinate Dimple Aggarwal...I like how you are projecting her.
And even till age 30, She remains just as stubborn like a spoilt brat.
Now you plan to change things, and some BIG CHANGES.
DAMN EXCITED!! :-) :-)

[Bimal]

Fantastic update

[Harriet]

bahut bahut shandar update

[ghost19]

Badhiya hai

[Raghu]

wonderful update

[Lok k]

Waiting bro

[Wanton]

waiting

[qazmlp]

Common dude,Get going, faster faster faster !!!

[pawanqwert]

One more thing, I know most of the people read and leaves without giving any feedback. I am fine with it but please if you don't want to post a comment just hit  the like button. This way I will know that people are interested in what I have to say. It will be a motivating factor.

Story is awesome.

Please try to give updates early.

Your story is really marvelous..

[Mr dumbo]

Jab likhna ka dum nehi to start karte kiu ho ?

[thereald]

EPISODE- 4
A young, energetic, and self-proclaimed independent Dimple lands in America. She didn’t have any hurdles in getting along with the culture of her dream country. She took no time in settling with her new college, hostel and eventually made few friends along the way. She has been to America around of dozen times with her family but this was a much more uplifting experience for her. She could do whatever she desired, she didn’t have to work even a single day- thanks to her parent’s money. Which is exactly what Dimple did for her next couple of months. She would go to parties, clubs, and raves. She wanted to experience living a serene life, therefore started drinking and smoking but friends but never overdid it because she was too concerned about her breathtaking beauty and body. Despite drowning into America’s party culture she kept along with her fitness regime and diet. She made sure she kept pursuing her dream of becoming a singer by participating in college or community singing competitions. Back in India, her parents spent every day in worry. Nisha would call her multiple times every single day to stay in touch. They knew their daughter was nothing more than a spoiled brat who knew nothing else than spending their money. Dimple loathed being her mother for disturbing her “precious freedom”. She started acting like a typical American youngster who leaves their nest so they can do whatever their heart desire. In her fabricated world, she acted like she was always American who never even seen or heard of a place called India. Dimple was adored by her friends because who doesn’t want to befriend someone with limitless wealth. She kept herself important among friends by taking them shopping and didn’t hesitate from paying the bills wherever she could. Despite Dimple being an exhibitionist of her wealth, she never tried to indulge with anybody sexually. Dimple grew up watching romantic American drama and reading novels jam-packed with love stories. As a person, she believed that having sex with another person is a special emotional moment of one’s life. Her friends would encourage her to sleep around with college boys who were desperate to bang Dimple’s virgin Indian cunt. She became the topic of discussion among boys in no time. Few of them tried to ask out Dimple for a date but Dimple was eagerly waiting for her knight in shining armor. She wanted to give her voluptuous body to only that person with whom she is going to spend the rest of her life. Dimple was a spoiled bitch but she wasn’t a slut. Dimple was getting jealous of her friends sleeping around with their boyfriends. She longed for a lover who would introduce her to pleasures of the flesh, who would keep her warm in long cold nights, who would turn her into a woman.
Her wish was granted by cupid when she met Steve in her singing class. Steve, the college heartthrob was also an aspiring singer. Standing 6 feet 5 inches tall with a body built like a god, Steve was a great brawny brute with a handsome face and pleasing voice. Dimple was instantly attracted to him the moment she saw his Greek god physique filled with tattoos, dreamy blue eyes, and his mesmerizing guitar skills. When Dimple saw him singing in front of the entire class, she felt like he is the only person left in the entire universe. As if the world suddenly became a much more beautiful place full of butterflies and shining stars. Steve was everything she dreamed about in a partner. By the time Steve finished his performance Dimple was left awestruck by his personality. She never in her entire life saw a man so masculine yet so tender with his voice. Girls who didn’t even know a single thing about singing would attend the class dressed in slutty clothes just so that they could get under Steve.
Dimple couldn’t sleep that night. Her mind was filled to the brim with Steve’s thoughts. She was proposed by a handful of guys in her life but nobody felt as special as Steve. She spent the entire night thinking about how she could get introduced to him. Back in India, Dimple would have never thought about approaching a guy on her own out of her excessive pride but now she was drooling over Steve, ready to drop her bitchy attitude. After brainstorming for possible ways to get Steve’s attention, she decided to do what other girls were doing- dress like a slut. Over the next few days, she wore the tightest dresses she could find but never got any result. Dimple’s friend Jenny noticed her checking out Steve and asked her if she would like to go on a date with him. Her friend Jenny noticed this changed and figured out that Dimple was trying hard to somehow talk to Steve. After that, she took no time in teasing Dimple, “So babe I guess you finally decided to get laid, huh, who is the lucky guy?” Dimple tried to ignore her question, “Whh….Wh… What are you talking about Jenny, I have no idea”. Jenny gave her a cheeky smile, “ohhhhh you have no idea. Okayyyy.. For starters…..how about you start telling me why you suddenly started dressing like a slut”. Dimple felt embarrassed, “I mean it’s just clothes….just I mean I….I….. Wanted to try something different that’s all”. Jenny gave a fake frown, “you better drop this act. I am your best friend. I know you are all hots for Steve. Ha ha ha. You don’t have to hide it from me. You should have told me earlier. I know Steve, I can introduce you both.” Dimple’s eyes lit up, “really? How did you know him?” “I met him at a party before the start of the semester. Seems like a nice guy.” Jenny said. At this point Dimple was shooting Jenny with questions about Steve which left Jenny perplexed “ Jezzzz Dimple, calm down, I just met the guy couple of times, nothing much. He seems nice, definitely got an amazing voice, he is a gym freak. That’s all I know. How about this after our next guitar session I will introduce you to him. But after that it’s up to you babe, a lot of girls are swarming around him. You need to make sure you stand apart”. Dimple gave her a witty devilish smile and said, “I will”.
The day came when Dimple was ready to blow Steve’s mind with her beauty. She wore tight ultra-low denim shorts which barely covered her soft big booty. Her long, pale, and thick legs built from years of yoga and weight training were completely naked. In her sexy creamy feet, she tried a black heel but she didn’t want to look completely like a prostitute so she went with White Nike Air force sneakers. She put on a black bra over her tender busty boobs. She specially bought a bra one size shorter so that her boobs try their best to bust out of her bra. Over her revealing bra, she wore a white ultra-loose Nike crop top with a logo that read, “Just do it”. She deliberately wore a loose top so that her boobs popping out of the bra would be visible, meaning if she bends forward a little, with a certain angle, Steve would be able to see her boobs inside the top. She followed her slutty clothes with a little makeup and a short pony hairstyle. That day she was wreaking havoc on college boys and lesbian girls. Her ass would jiggle like a Japanese cheesecake when she walked. Dimple loved this attention, when she was walking towards her destiny- the singing class, she noticed a group of gawky looking guys eye-fucking her and overheard one of them saying, “broooo, I would sell my soul to the devil to fuck that Asian ass in doggy style”. Dimple kept walking away from them and knew that she was ready for Steve.
Later that day, Jenny introduced them. Steve might have been popular in college for his singing and handsome personality, but now he was meeting a sex goddess. He might have looked like a Hollywood action hero but he was still a mere mortal in front of a godly woman like Dimple. Jenny left them alone to talk and they got along instantly. Both were mesmerized by the personality of each other and kept making conversation. The more Dimple talked to him, the more she was interested in him. Girls are usually drawn to guys who can play guitar and sing well. Dimple was no exception. Similarly, most guys are drawn to girls with seductive body and Steve was no exception. He kept looking at Dimple’s irresistible sexy legs and in no time his brain left his body and his dick was doing all the talking. Dimple’s plan to seduce him was working and she brought out her last punch to knock Steve out of the ring. She dropped her phone just in front of Steve’s feet and made it look like it was a mistake. “Oh, excuse me, I am so clumsy,” she said. Then she bent in front of him sluggardly to pick it up. Steve was able to see her tight black bra struggling to control her soft busty boobs. Her left nipple was popping out which made Steve lose his mind. By the end of their conversation, he asked Dimple if she would like to have a coffee with him someday. Dimple quickly nodded, “yes, I’d love that”.
On the day when they went for coffee, Dimple wore a pink skin-tight short dress and matched it with a pair of black heels. As usual, she put light makeup and scarlet lipstick. Her tight dress elevated every curve in her body. She had a fun time with Steve on her coffee date. He kept looking at Dimple’s deep cleavage. His mind was screaming constantly, “mannnn look at her body. She is a goddess. Not like the usual ugly bitches in my college. She is a perfect match for me”. This coffee date was followed by another next week and the number kept growing over the next few days. They would spend nights under the stars playing their guitar and singing together. Their bond kept getting stronger with every passing day and Dimple was completely in love with him. Her life had become a romantic story, just like the ones she watched growing up in American movies. Steve’s was the man she always wanted. His muscles, his passion for his dreams, his grit to become a singing sensation drove Dimple crazy. However, there was one thing about him that was against Dimple’s likings- He was broke and didn’t come from a rich family. He was barely surviving on the money he used to get by performing at the local bars on weekends. Dimple wouldn’t even sit close to such a person if he was Indian let alone fall in love with him. But it was too late now, she was obsessed with him. In her mind, she was imagining her life like a clichéd love story where a rich girl retaliates her father and marries a poor guy who later becomes a world-famous singer and they live happily after that. She was confident that a handsome and talented guy like Steve was built to achieve glory and she will be his side when that happens.
Dimple started looking after Steve like he was her child. She started paying the bills when they went on dates, she bought him clothes every time for shopping. She bought her everything he needed. Steve was happy being pampered like this and on one chilly night when they were sitting in the community park watching stars, he looked Dimple in her eyes and calmly said the three magical words, “I love you”. This left Dimple almost in tears and she happily said” I love you too” and went close to him and kissed him. This was the first time Dimple ever kissed a man. The kiss was passionate and Dimple felt a strange rush in her body. It was like being electrocuted for her. Her mind brimming with raw emotions. She felt a strange tingling sensation between her legs. She wanted to rip her clothes then and there and finally experience a man inside her. Their kiss lasted for a good 2-3 minutes which left Dimple out of breath. Steve wanted to take things further and tried to touch her boobs but Dimple stopped him, “This is not the right time Steve. But soon”. Steve was disappointed but respected her decision.
Next month was one of the most beautiful times in Dimple’s life. Steve was a member of a motorcycle gang and he would take her on motorcycle rides every week. Just like his other manly hobbies, Dimple was impressed by his biker personality. Steve and Dimple were inseparable, they went to the gym together, ate together, and spent all their time together. Dimple would only let him kiss on lips or cheeks and told him to wait for the right time to take things further. Steve was all that mattered to her. She started ignoring her parent’s calls. Moreover, she never discussed anything about her parents with Steve as she thought, “Steve ko acha nahi lagega ki mera parents India main rehta hai and maybe wo mera sath breakup karla. And yaar vaise bhi meri life hai, parents ka kya lena dena hamara beech”. Only thing Steve knew about Dimple’s family was that they live in India and ran some sort of business.
Life was going great for Dimple. She had all she wanted in her life- the pursuit of her American dreams, no worries for money (thanks to her father), and a loving partner. She decided it was time to take a serious decision about their life. She told Steve that she loves him a lot- “I love you too” Steve replied to her. She told Steve that it was about time that they should make their relationship more serious. She asked him that we should move in together. Steve wasn’t sure how to react and said, “I understand what you are saying but babe, where are we going to stay? I live in the hostel, I live……I live… at my friend’s apartment. I don’t have the money to rent an apartment for us. Believe me, I want to live the rest of my life with you. I want to buy a badass bike so we can ride whenever we like. I want to but I can’t at the moment. Dimple looked at him, her eyes filled with love for him. She tightly hugged him and just said, “Don’t worry. We will have everything you want”.
Next week was Steve’s birthday and Dimple wanted to make it the most special birthday of his life. Time was running out so she acted quickly and planned everything.
On his birthday she took him to a fancy restaurant for dinner. She wore an expensive gown tailored perfectly according to her body. Both of them had a good time, as usual Dimple paid the bill and Steve thanked her and was about to leave when Dimple stopped him, “ you are not going anywhere mister. I have a surprise for you. Let’s go”. She took him to an apartment building that was located in the vicinity of the restaurant. Steve was curious why she took him there. He spotted a brand new Harley parked in front of the building. He pointed towards it and said, “Look babe what a badass-looking bike. I wish I had one”. Dimple smiled a little then grabbed his arm, took him into the building to the third floor, and then pulled a key out of her purse and opened the door to one of the apartment. Steve still wasn’t having any idea about what was going on so he asked again, “baby what we are doing here. Whose apartment is this? Stop playing around, I have to meet someone tomorrow early morning so quickly tell me what’s going on”. Dimple started giggling and shouted her lungs out, “HAAPPYYY BIRTHDAYYYY STEVIEEEEE!!!!!!! This is our new homeeeeeeeee! Yaaayyyyy”. Steve was shocked hearing this. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He around the flat and asked her, “you gotta be joking, right?” Dimple enjoying this shock on his face gently held her head and kissed him. “Nope, no jokes. I got this for both of us. So we could start a new life. I have another surprise for you. Go to the kitchen. I have left something for you there”. Steve went to the kitchen looking around the new apartment. He saw a box wrapped up nicely in gift papers, he opened it and saw a key with Harley Davidson keychain”. As he was checking out the key and paperwork in the box, Dimple hugged him from behind tightly, placed a gentle kiss on his back, and said, “The bike that is parked outside. It’s yours baby. I know it’s your favorite bike”. Steve was amazed by this but he couldn’t believe how she could buy all of this, so asked her, “baby but I can’t pay the rent for this place and installments for the bike”. Dimple smiled and gently slapped his face, “ you dummyyy…you don’t have to pay anything. It’s completely paid for. It’s all yours”. His mind was still filled with doubts and he bombarded Dimple with more question. “But where did you got the money for all this. Ohhh Jezzzz please tell me you didn’t steal it. I am not taking the bike if you stole the money”. Dimple didn’t want to mention that she bought all of it from her father’s money so lied to him, “ ahhhh it’s not stolen dude. What are you talking about? My grandparents left me money after they passed away. I got the apartment and your bike from that money.” Steve felt bit uneasy, “I don’t believe you. This is too much for a birthday gift babe”. Dimple gave him a seductive smile and said, “ ohhh my darling boy, this isn’t your birthday gift. Come, I’ll show you your gift”. Dimple took him to the bedroom and made him sit on the bed and then slowly started dancing in front of him. Then she passionately kissed Steve on lips for some time. She broke the kiss and as she was dancing, slowly took off her gown. Steve’s heart started pounding in his chest and he knew this was the day he was dying for since he met her. Dimple’s gown was on the floor and she was standing in front of him in a fancy floral bra and panty. She kept dancing taking off bra and panty also. Now Steve felt like the luckiest person in the world. His dream came true. Dimple was in front of him completely naked. Her pale voluptuous body drove Steve crazy. She came close to Steve, took his hands and placed it on her boobs, “this is your actual birthday present. Enjoy it as much as you like”. Steve got the consent that he wanted so badly from last several months, he wasn’t able to control himself anymore and jumped on her boobs like a wild beast and started biting and sucking them hard. Dimple left a loud “ahhhhhhhhhhhh” moan. Getting her boobs sucked so hard she felt amazing. It was a feeling that she never experienced before. Her mind went numb from the pleasure. Steve started kissing her lips wildly and she responded with the same ferocity. Steve pushed her on the bed and quickly undressed and first time in her life Dimple saw a naked man in front of her eyes. She gazed Steve’s perfectly built body with six pack abs. Then her eyes got locked on his dick which was good in size. In her mind she was thinking, “arra yaarr ssshhhhh my god itna barra dick, mujha bahut pain hona vali hai”.
Steve got on the bed, spread her legs and spit on her pussy, and tried to push her dick in. Dimple quickly jumped out of bed a bit shocked, “baby what are you doing? I am still a Virgin. Take it easy. Wait let me get some lube.” She went to the kitchen and got some lube. Steve grabbed the lube, applied it all over his penis, and then pulled Dimple on the bed. He forcefully spread her legs and put a lot of lube on her pussy. This wasn’t what Dimple expected to happen. All her life she imagined her first sex experiences full of love, kisses, foreplay filling with emotions. But Steve was acting like a beast. He wasn’t touching or kissing her anywhere, he just wanted to get inside her. Dimple was getting scared of this sudden barbaric nature of Steve. When he made sure her pussy and his penis were perfectly lubed, he slowly started pushing his dick inside her. Dimple uttered a soft scream when he tried to push. Her pain got worse as his dick kept going in. Now her screams were louder. She was begging, “please baby ohhhh aahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhh oh my god please slow….slow… don’t push it hard”. The apartment was filled with her sharp screams. Dimple was trying to push him away with all her strength but Steve was much stronger than her. She screamed again, “pull it out pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee”. Pain was getting unbearable for her but Steve had no intentions of stopping. He put one hand on her mouth so that she couldn’t scream anymore. Dimple was in agony and kept begging him to stop. By this time, he pushed almost all of his dick inside her and pushed all his weight over her body in a missionary position. Now she was pressed under his body weight and couldn’t push him anymore. He closed her mouth with both hands and said, “Don’t worry baby. You will feel good soon. Just bear the pain.” Then he started moving his waist and started ramming her pussy. Dimple’s virgin pussy was tight which made Steve moan loudly, “aaaahhhh baby just stay strong. First time pain..ahhhhhh you are so tight…oh goddd”. He was fucking her rough and with his full strength. Dimple was shouting her lungs out but sound was muffled by his big hands. Steve fucked her in missionary position and came in her within hardly 2 minutes with a loud grunt, “ ahhhhhhh ohhh my god aaahhh babbbyyy what a tight pussy you have”. He stayed on her for a minute and then pulled his dick out, let go of her mouth and laid next to her.
Dimple was half dead by now. Her eyes were filled with tears, her body was in unimaginable pain, blood and cum was flowing out of her pussy. She laid in same position, her legs spread wide. She couldn’t muster a bit of strength to say something or even move. A girl who grew up in all the comforts of the world was suddenly tormented with such brutality. She felt like life leaving her body and fell unconscious. Steve felt great fucking a virgin pussy. He came hard which made him dizzy and he fell asleep right next to Dimple.
Next morning Dimple woke up to birds chirping in apartment window. She was exhausted but gathered strength to sit on the bed. Blood on her pussy and thighs was dry now. The bed sheet was filled with big blood stains. Steve was fast asleep with her. Dimple started yelling at him,”heyyyy Steve..oyaaaa…..haramzada kutta wake up…wake up”. Steve opened his eyes and quickly got out of bed, “ohh baby are you alright I am really sorry about last night”. Dimple started weeping like a widow. Steve went close to her and hugged her tightly,” ohh baby I’m really sorry”. Dimple tried to push him away but eh wouldn’t let go of her. Then made her lay on bed and kept her in his arms and kept apologizing, “baby I am really sorry you are hot I lost control of my mind”.
Dimple’s pussy was on fire and she couldn’t get out of bed and walk. It took her more than a week to get back to good health. Steve took care of her through this and looking at his sincere caring and apologetic behavior, she forgave him. She convinced herself, “American people believe more in hardcore sex than doing kissing or foreplay. Steve just got of control and made a mistake. Next time we will do it my way”
Next time she made him fuck her slowly and with more foreplay. She still felt a lot of pain but she enjoyed the experience. Over the next one month, she got more used to his dick and her pain started turning into pleasure. She enjoyed getting fucked all over the apartment. But Steve was getting more aggressive with her. He would never kiss her or lick her pussy or do foreplay with her. He would fuck her rough, choke her or slap her face while fucking. Dimple hated it but Steve would later apologize to her, use his manly charms on her and she always forgave him thinking she will change his fucking style slowly. But nothing changed, Steve would come home drunk and force himself on Dimple. Their relationship was no longer like it used to be. The charming and loving boyfriend she once knew was long gone. He was turning into a barbaric beast which sometimes even scared Dimple to death. He was using her body like she was a 50$ prostitute that served truckers. Dimple was still staying optimistic as she thought perhaps Steve was stressed because he couldn’t find any producer to launch his album. She would try to talk to him but he was only interested in finding new ways and positions to fuck her.
Their relationship was on their last legs but one-day Dimple saw hope when Steve came running to her telling her that he found someone who agreed to record and launch his album. “But they want the payment upfront,” he said. Dimple was excited and handed over her credit card, “use this baby, and do whatever you want with it but record your album”. Steve never returned the card to her and even started staying out of home sometimes even for days. He would tell her that he got to meet some producers out of the city so he will be gone for maybe days. Dimple started getting suspicious of him and asked for advice from her friend Jenny.
She met with Jenny but the words that she heard come out of her mouth were shocker to her ears. Jenny told her that Stevie was sleeping around with multiple girls ever since they started dating. Dimple’s face became red in anger, the typical egoistic stubborn Dimple from India had started to manifest again. She lashed at Jenny, “Don’t spread these lies you bitch. You are just jealous that I started dating him”. Jenny wasn’t surprised to see her reaction and said, “I know you won’t believe me. Why don’t you go ask him about the cheerleader Sarah, the class slut Michell or hell….Mrs. Hudson from chemistry? Ask him what he was doing when he wasn’t with you.” Dimple was fuming with anger,” you lying fucking bitch I will cut your throat if all this is not true”. Dimple went rushing to the studio where Steve used to hang out with his friends.
She entered the studio and saw Steve sitting on a couch drinking with other members of his motorcycle gang. He was asked her, “ Heyyyyy baby what’s so urgent, I am working here.”. Dimple bombarded him with questions about Michell, Mrs.Hudson, and Sarah. “ I have no idea what you are talking about,” said Steve. Dimple’s anger was already out of control, “Steve don’t lie to me, if it is true that you are cheating on me I will fucking kill you”.
Steve got extremely angry hearing these words and slapped Dimple so hard she fell on the ground, “you fucking curry eating India whore, you are going to kill me? Huh… do you have any idea who the fuck you are talking to. Yeahhhh bitch about the bitches you are talking.. I have been fucking them good all this time. What the fuck are you gonna do slut”
Dimple got on her feet- her head dizzy from the slap and tears running down her cheeks. She shouted, “You motherfuckerrr how dare you touch me” and pushed forward to slap Steve but someone from behind her grabbed her hand. She turned and looked at a mountain of a man, standing 7 feet tall, it was an African American middle-aged guy wearing lots of jewelry. He was built like a bodybuilder. He turned and pulled Dimple towards him. “ woah waoahhhh…..calm down baby girl. Hey Steve is this the rich Indian bitch that you have fucking so good? “ Stevie laughed and replied, “ Yeahh Mr. Coleman, not only fucking but this bitch even bought me an apartment and a badass bike thinking I love her and will marry her”. Everyone one in the room started laughing hard except Dimple who was held by big hands of Mr. Coleman.
She yelled again, “How could you do this to me Stevie. I love you. You piece of crap I will break your face”. Mr. Coleman was still laughing, “ mann this bitch is real angry at you Stevie.” Then Stevie came close to her and grabbed her by her hair and yelled, “ heyyyyy Dorian”- it was the guy that was playing music on the studio setup in the room. “Let’s show this bitch what I am capable of doing, play the video on big screen buddy”.
What Dimple saw next, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was her video of sleeping naked. Her pussy and thighs were stained with blood. Steve took that video after she fell unconscious after their first sex. Dorain closed the video and played another one, it was Steve fucking Dimple in doggy style in kitchen. This video was taken through a spy camera that Stevie planted in their apartment. Dorian kept playing different videos filmed through a spy camera in different parts of the house.
Dimple felt like someone just stabbed her heart with a hot dagger. As if the floor slipped under her feet. Her body was trembling with fear. Her face became pale and lifeless like a dead body. Tears were rolling from her eyes and her mind went blank. Then Mr. Coleman picked her up in his arms like a toy and took her to the couch and started kissing her neck. “I want to feel your tight pussy like Steve. You don’t have to worry about the videos. As long as you satisfy all of us here. We will keep it a secret” He started slowly touching her boobs. Dimple was not able to grasp reality. It was like life went out of her. She was giving no response and laid on the couch like a dead boy. Her face was emotionless like a mannequin. Mr. Coleman started touching her pussy and that is when Dimple came back to her senses. She started shouting, “you motherfucker, get away from me. I will kill you.”. As she was resisting him, her hand went to the table kept along with the couch and she sensed a scissor touching her finger. She quickly grabbed it and stabbed Mr. Coleman in his bicep. He screamed in pain, “you fucking bitch, you filthy Indian whore”.
Everyone in the room was stunned by this sudden attack from Dimple. Dimple stood up and ran towards the door. Mr. Coleman yelled, “don’t let that whore getaway boys, we are going to fuck the shit out of her”. But Dimple ran like her life was dependent on it and in a brisk, she was out of the studio. She kept running away from the building as fast as she could and stopped when she was out of breath. It was already night and she didn’t know where to go. After what happened, she didn’t trust Steve a bit. She was scared for her life. She sat on a bench in the community park. Her mind was still not able to grasp reality. She was still sobbing like a little child. Her life flashed in front of her eyes. Her life was ruined, the guy that she loved technically bangd her for a month and has been recording the videos secretly. The thought of people at college finding of her videos frightened her to bare bones. Her mind was not able to decide what to do next. She left exhausted and tormented. Her body was trembling from fear. If it wasn’t for her quick thinking, she was going to get bangd by Coleman and other guys in the studio.
She didn’t know what to do next. Steve already took away her credit card and she dropped her purse in the studio when she was struggling with Coleman. She was hungry, exhausted, and helpless. Just like the low class people that she loathed back in India. The fear and exhaustion took control of her body and she fell asleep on the bench in the park.
When she woke up it was already early morning. The long sleep provided her mind and body with much-needed sleep. She got up from the bench she was sleeping and looked around. She saw two ladies who were on morning walk, looking at her and talking to each other in hushed voice. Dimple overheard one of them saying, “These filthy immigrants have ruined our country. Why the fuck they can’t stay in their own shithole country. The government should throw these illegal whores out of our homes if they want to keep us safe”.
It was another harsh blow for Dimple in last 24 hours. The country and culture that she always wanted to be a part of, people of that country have almost bangd her and called her a filthy whore. She felt really angry with herself and blamed all this suffering on her incompetence. Now the words of her father came back to her mind and she realized why he was warning her not to go. She felt ashamed about not listening to her father who was right about this cruel world. She wanted to badly hug him and ask him for forgiveness but he was thousands of miles away from her, unaware of her daughter’s suffering for the last one month.
Dimple knew that it was just a matter of time before Steve shows her videos to all the college. So she rushed toward the college hostel to meet Jenny, who was shocked to hear every word from Dimple’s mouth about Steve and Coleman. Dimple had no money or phone with her, so she called Steve from Jenny’s phone. Dimple yelled at Steve when he picked up the call, “ I want my apartment, I want the bike and I want you to get the fuck out of my house”. Steve started laughing like a devil, “ HA HA HA you stupid fucking Indian bitch. If you want your videos to stay only my jerk off material, forget about the apartment or the bike and yes, your credit card. I see you near me or MYYY APARTMENT, the entire college and every single peasant in your shithole country will see what kind of a whore you are. It was nothing personal though, I love doing this with stupid bitches like you. You are just lucky that I am satisfied with the apartment and the bike. So I don't give a shit about you anymore. And by the way, that guy you stabbed, he is a fucking gangster baby. His goons are hunting your ass down, the moment they sees you, they will bang you and kill you like a street bitch. HA HA HA”. Dimple hangs up the phone and immediately calls her mother but lied to her that she was mugged last night and lost her credit card and phone. Her mother was shocked and said only one sentence, “ Drop everything, I am sending you the ticket, agli flight sat u vapis aa rahi. And agar tuna zidd kari toh mera sa burra koyi nahi hoga”.
Dimple was scared for her life and the only option available for her was to flee the country as soon as she could. By the evening she received the plane ticket and money from her mother, she borrowed some clothes from Jenny and she was on the plane at midnight. She kept weeping in the plane, she was played like a fiddle by Steve. Her ego that she was so proud of clouded her judgment. If she listened to her father and stayed in the comforts of her house, she would still be a proud virgin girl. Karma had struck her as she was running back to the country that she called a crap hole. Her American dream was crushed by the realities of life which she was too ignorant to notice.