Adultery Debauchery of Supriya and Raashi

[blackdesk]

Thank you for the update. Very sexy but short.

[rajumehat]

Super sexy

[rajumehat]

Plz update regular

[blackdesk]

Update please.

[supriyaa]

Update 19

After Supriya left home to meet her friends, Nandita had her lunch and finished her household chores. She was relaxing in her room while watching some television. Her mind was elsewhere. She was a bit worried about Supriya. She has been acting so differently lately. How can someone change so drastically in a week? Supriya was always a studious and serious girl who spent most of her time either studying or reading books and on the internet. A girl who used to change her DP and status at least 5 times a day had not changed her status in the last 8 days... that’s indeed very strange, totally unlike normal Supriya.

I kept wondering has she met someone special, as she keeps going out in the afternoons. She keeps smiling for no reason when she is alone and has that dreamy look in her eyes. Is she old enough to have a boyfriend? Of course she is, she is 18 and if she is old enough to vote, I am sure she will pick a nice boy as her boyfriend.
Her mind drifted back to her own college days. Thinking about her first love Rajat, she still remembered her secret dates with Rajat, behind her college, sometimes in cinema theaters, those exchanges of love letters written with so much love. Those were the days. Nowadays youngsters have forgotten the charm of writing secret love letters in the age of social media.

Unfortunately, these secret love letters changed her life completely. From the time when my parents found out about the love letters to forcing me to quit my studies till I was pressurized to marry my father’s friend’s son, my life changed so dramatically in a few months. No one seemed to care about my feelings. I had decided then that I will respect my children and trust their decision unlike my parents.

Sudipto, my husband, was more interested in climbing up the corporate ladder. He never cared about me. As he reached the top of the corporate ladder, he found someone else. In the beginning I thought it was just a fling with a younger girl. But I was wrong. They soon started living together in a flat in south Mumbai. He started spending lesser and lesser time with us. And 2 years back he asked for a divorce as he wanted to marry his girlfriend. Since Supriya was young, we had mutually decided once she turned 18 we will file for a divorce, till then he agreed to spend a day or two with us to keep the façade of the marriage alive for Supriya’s sake. Time had come to reveal the truth to Supriya. Sudipto and I planned to talk about our separation with Supriya this Sunday. I am sure she is mature enough to understand and accept it.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the phone. I looked at my phone, Anju’s name was flashing. I wondered what does that bitch wants now. I accepted the call.

Me: Hello
Anju: Hello Nandita, how are you today?
Me: I am fine, thanks. How are you?
Anju: I am fine too. Nandita, can you do me a favor?
Me: (started getting irritated) Favor? What favor?
Anju: I cannot tell you on phone. Can you come to my flat?
Me: What is it Anju?
Anju: Please, I have to show you something. Trust me it’s very important.
Me: Fine. I will be there in 30 minutes, is that ok?
Anju: No problem. I am waiting for you.

I kept wondering, why does this woman want to meet me? The more I try to keep a distance away from her, the friendlier she tries to be with me. Anju had a very bad name among the building ladies. I have heard stories about her being seen in different malls and restaurants with different men each time. I knew these stories were true because I had seen her once too in a shopping mall in the arms of a much older man. All the building ladies couldn’t stand Anju. Every time the building ladies met, we ended up gossiping about Anju. Mrs. Gupta, the building secretary’s wife hated Anju and had the choicest of abuses for her.

But sometimes I used to wonder, who is leading a better life, is it Anju or me. She was leading a carefree life, living on her own terms not caring what the world thinks of her, wearing glamorous outfits, parties, traveling and enjoying life. While I am busy putting on an act of a happy marriage for the society and leading the same mundane life every day. I can’t even remember the last time I had sex. Maybe 5 years back, is she leading a better life than Anju, guess not. The difference between us was that I decided to compromise with the situation, suppressing my sexual needs, my happiness, my desires to look good to the society whereas Anju decided to do the opposite, exploring her sexuality, her desires. Maybe deep down I envied Anju.

I grudgingly got up from my bed and changed into a comfortable salwar kameez and headed towards Anju flat which was on the second floor. I ringed her doorbell and after a couple of bells Anju opened the door.

Anju: Hey Nandita, come in, I was waiting for you.

I noticed she was all decked up, wearing a lovely shimmery pink saree and a sleeveless blouse with strings on the back showing her bare back. She was also wearing some exquisite jewelry and her makeup was done with lot of taste.

Me: Going out somewhere?
Anju: Yeah I am. I am leaving in sometime. Sit down. I will get you some coffee.
Me: It’s okay Anju, I just had my coffee. (I lied)
Anju: Have one more cup with me, maybe you will need one.

I was sitting in her living room with a puzzled look on my face, why did she say I would need a coffee. She soon came back with 2 mugs of coffee.

Me: You wanted some favor from me?
Anju: Yeah I did. I will tell you. Have the coffee first.

We both sat back, sipping our coffee, an awkward silence in the room. Just then Anju’s phone bell rang. She answered the phone moving towards the other side of the room. I heard her say…

Anju: Hello Dolly madam….. Yes, I will be there at the hotel by 5.30pm…. Yes…….. I understand…….. Yes madam…… she will be there too….. she will 100%.... okay…. Bye.

I looked at the watch it was 4.15pm. I was confused, if she had to reach somewhere by 5.30pm, why did she call me here… Anju went into her bedroom and came back with her laptop. She sat next to me and switched on her laptop.

Anju: Nandita, let me be very honest with you. You know I am not a typical housewife. I can never be one. Even the thought of being home day after just cooking, dusting, etc. bores me. I like to live my life to the fullest. I like to socialize, meet new people, party, eating in the best restaurants, traveling to new places, etc. I have to leave in sometime to meet a client in a 5 star hotel. I would be his companion for the evening.

Me: What???? You are a prostitute?
Anju: tch tch tch, that’s a very harsh word. I would prefer to be called a companion or an escort. Prostitute is a cheap word.
Me: So why are you telling me this? I am really not interested in knowing what you do…..
Anju: I know you are not interested and I don’t care whether you are interested or not. The reason I am telling you is I want you to come with me to that Hotel. There was a last minute change in the program, there are 2 clients now. I will handle one and while you have to entertain the other.
Me: (Standing up) Are you out of your mind? Just who the hell you think you are talking to? I am not a cheap prostitute like you. How dare you?????
Anju: (smiled at me) Sit down. Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I said sit down…..
Me: (Very angry) I will talk the way you deserve; I am leaving right now and you stay away from me….
Anju: Sit down and watch this….. (she played a video on the laptop)

The room filled with sounds of moaning and grunting. I saw an old man having sex with a young girl on the screen…..

Me: What is this…. why…. (I froze as the face of girl became visible)

The floor under me started shaking as I fell down as a heap on the sofa. My hands were covering my open mouth in horror. The girl was no one but my sweet daughter Supriya, moaning and urging the old man to fuck harder, her legs up in the air. The old man looked like that building sweeper Chandu. My God it is Chandu. She was too shocked to even speak as she watched the video in horror. I heard Anju say…

Anju: If you refuse to come with me to the Hotel, I will upload this video on the internet right away. It does not take much time for videos like this to get viral. I am sure you are intelligent enough to understand the consequences. Think it over I will be back in 5 minutes, I need an answer, yes or no. (She walks off to her room)

My mind just went blank seeing the visuals which was still on. She could hear Supriya’s moans of enjoyment and Chandu’s abuses and grunts. I just could not believe my daughter would do such a cheap act, having sex with a lowly sweeper. She is so beautiful she can get any good looking man, why is she doing with a low class man?
Look at her moving her hips enjoying the thrusts of a big huge cock… my goodness his cock is so big, looks so wet and juicy….. my God what am I thinking……

I heard Anju come back in the room, wearing high heels and holding a purse….
Anju: So what’s your answer? Yes, or a no?
Me: Please don’t make me do this. I cannot do this…. I am not like that…. Please Anju (crying)
Anju: I am asking you for the last time…. YES, or NO?
Me: I can’t please. Please delete this video. It will ruin my family’s life, we will be disgraced, please I cannot….
Anju: Okay so I assume your answer is NO, okay let me upload the video….
Me: Wait noooooooo…..
Anju: Yes or NO?
Me: Yes (sobbing with my head down on my knees)
Anju: Good. You are a smart woman Nandita. I want you to walk down till the end of our road I will meet you at the junction. I don’t want anyone from our building to see you leave with me. All the building women just know how to gossip. Wait for me at the junction; I will pick you up in 5 minutes. No need to go home and change. I am carrying some clothes for you. Leave now,

I left her flat and went outside the building and started walking towards the junction. Wiping tears off my eyes. Soon Anju in her car pulled up next to me and asked me to get in her car. I sat next to her in the front seat. We headed towards the Hotel…..


To be continued....

[ronylol]

super going dear

[blackdesk]

Ohhh what a surprise. What will happen to the relationship between Nandita and her daughter....great suspense.....

[thyroid]

Nice plot. Bring out the depraved housewife.

[Basic]

Nandita and ungly old man relationship please

[sadlura]

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[rajumehat]

Superb update please update regular

[blackdesk]

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[hotandluking]

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[erotichorny69]

Super story. Continue with your updates.
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[supriyaa]

Update 20

I knew it will useless trying to talk to Anju about this. Her intentions were quite clear. I was silently sobbing at the turn of events. How could Supriya do such a disgraceful thing? Why did she take advantage of the freedom and liberty I had given her? How could she even think of doing with Chandu of all people, why him….. how could she take his dirty cock… so big… so hot…. Why am I feeling aroused…. Why am thinking about his cock…. looked so big…and thick… much bigger than Sudipto’s…. what’s wrong with me….

Nandita was in a dilemma, she was feeling devastated seeing her daughter having sex with a sweeper, but she was also fighting with the rekindling of her passions and desires which she had been controlling since last 5 years after seeing the video. The feelings she had been suppressing for so long, resurfacing again. She had never seen anything like this before… she was not able to figure why she was feeling so aroused seeing a dirty old sweeper fucking her daughter so brutally. For the first time in 5 years, she was feeling that she is losing control of her own self… her mind mesmerized by the sight of the huge cock of Chandu….

We soon reached the Hotel Sunrise International, a well known 5 star Hotel. She parked her car and she walked towards the entrance with me meekly following her. We walked towards the reception and asked for keys of Room no. 1015. She took the keys and we headed towards the room. My heart was beating like crazy, sweating nervously. Anju opened the door of the room and we entered the room. Luckily there was no one there. She told me go to the wash room to freshen up. I knew I was trapped. I meekly entered the wash room, washed my face properly and came out. Next she told me to strip. As I was undressing, she sat down on the king sized bed and placed a bag next to her. She told me remove my bra and panties too, which were normal daily use lingerie.

As I stood in front of her nude, I was feeling very conscious about myself, I tried covering my breasts and pussy with my hands.

Anju: You don’t need to cover yourself, I am also a woman like you. (looking at me appreciatively) You are a very beautiful woman, Nandita. Why are you wasting your life and such a sexy body on a loser, your husband, who treats you like shit. With that sexy figure you can make anyone dance to your tunes. You are still young, why are you throwing it away?

I kept quiet. Felt completely humiliated.

She took out a bra and panty from the bag and handed it to me. I looked at the black satin bra with transparent straps. I wore the bra and looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed the cups of my bra were made of sheer fabric and was almost transparent. I could clearly see my erect nipples thru the fabric. The neckline was too deep I could see half my big boobs popping out of the bra. She handed me a pair of black sheer panties. I never wore anything like this, it was a thong. I managed to wear it and checked myself in the mirror. I could see only a vee covering my pussy and the sides of the panty was again made of sheer transparent fabric. I turned around and saw my reflection I could see only a band buried between my ass cheeks. My voluptuous big ass was almost naked. My face turned red.

I looked at Anju, she smiled at me and said you are looking super-hot Nandita, your client will go insane seeing you like this. I didn’t know what to say, I just looked down in shame.

Next she handed me a silky black petticoat which I wore quickly to hide my nakedness. And then a satin black blouse with spaghetti strap with a deep neckline. Half of my breasts were visible thru the cleavage.

Finally, she handed me a black semi-transparent shimmering saree. The saree looked very elegant and classy. I wore the saree quickly and looked at myself. I looked different. I saw a sexy woman dressed to kill. She handed me her makeup kit and told me to hurry up as she was expecting the clients to come very soon. Once I finished my make up, I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror.

Anju: Look at you. This is the real you. Aren’t you looking stunning?
Me: (I nodded my head)

I had to agree with Anju, I did look amazing and hot. With my long open hair and sultry Bengali looks, I did look sexy. Anju took my original clothes and shoved it in a bag and placed it inside the closet.

While waiting for the guests to come, I remembered I have to inform Supriya about my absence. I messaged her that I had to visit a relative’s house and I would return late or if it gets too late the next morning. I got a reply from Supriya that she is on the way home and said don’t worry about me.

Soon Anju got a phone call which she quickly answered. After she hung up she said they have arrived. In a few minutes we heard a knock on the main door. Anju pulled me up and she opened the door with a big smile. I was standing a few feet behind Anju.

First to enter was an older lady, then a young man probably in his 30s wearing a suit entered and then 2 older men both wearing kurta and dhoti with identical jackets. Both the older men looked like politicians while the younger man looked like a corporate man.

Anju with a big smile welcomed everyone inside. The older men sat down on the large sofa, while the young man and the lady sat on the single seat sofa on either side. Anju and I were standing before them.

Anju: Namaste I am Anjali and this is my friend Nandita.

I didn’t know what to say, I just smiled and did a Namaste to them.

Anju looked at me and said she is Dolly madam, pointing towards the fat lady.
Dolly: Namaste Nandita beti and hello Anjali. Let me introduce you both to the guests, pointing towards the politician sitting on the right, the younger and slimmer of the two. That’s Vijendra Pratap Yadav, he is the MLA of Shanti Nagar and that’s Rakesh Tripathi, he is the Party President of Shanti Nagar. He was quite fat and bald. Both looked very powerful. Anju and I, both did a Namaste to them. Dolly madam pointing towards the suited young man said that’s Satish Kumar, one of Mumbai’s top industrialists. We again greeted him.

Vijendra said why are you both standing, come here there is lots of room on the sofa. He added Anjali why don’t come sit next to me. Anju swiftly went and sat next to the MLA. I saw Tripathi make some room for me, I grudgingly went and sat next to him. He was so fat that there was hardly any space for me. Somehow I managed to squeeze in. My body was sticking to Tripathi’s body, sending shivers thru my body.
Dolly Madam: I have to leave now. The next room 1014 is also booked. Here are the keys. (She kept the keys on the center table and left the room after wishing the guests good bye)

Once Dolly madam left, the young man called up room service and ordered for 3 bottles of the best Whiskey, soda and snacks which arrived within minutes. Anju got up and made 5 drinks and offered it to all of us.

I had drunk whiskey long time back during my honeymoon with Sudipto that too just a couple of times. I decided to go easy on my drink and drink slowly.

While the young industrialist and the 2 old politicians were talking business, Anju and I kept quiet. I could understand from the conversation that the young man needed land and permissions to build a huge factory in their district and they were working on the “finer details” of the deal. I also realized that the MLA and the young man were the interested parties, whereas Tripathi was more interested in drinking and eating snacks. Soon he finished his glass I knew I had to refill his glass which I did.

While the other 2 men were discussing about the money angle of the project, Tripathi kept his hand around my shoulder and pulled me close. The pallu of my saree slipped down exposing my cleavage to Tripathi. He whispered in my ear….

Tripathi: Tera naam kya bataya tha….
Me: Nandita
Tripathi: Jitna sundar tera badan hai utni hi sundar tera naam hai. Tum bangali ho?
Me: Ji haan Tripathi ji
Tripathi: Fir to mazaa aa jayega, suna hai bangali aurtein bahut sexy hote hai bistar par….

I smiled.

Tripathi: Tum to bahut slow pi rahi ho. Glass to khatam karo.

I didn’t want to upset the politician; I gulped down the remainder in my glass in one gulp.
Tripathi: ye huyi na baat (He gulped down his 2nd drink too) drink bana.

As I bent down to refill both the glasses, I could feel him eyeing my deep cleavage and smiling. Ignoring the business conversation the other 2 men were having, Tripathi was more interested in me now. He started whispering praises in my ear. I don’t know if I should blame the alcohol or my closeness to a man after so many years, but I was beginning to enjoy myself. Enjoying his coarse and obscene praises he was whispering. Enjoying the attention he was giving me. Unconsciously I moved even closer to him. It’s been years since any man had praised me or touched me. Even though this man was close to 60 and looked as ugly as a goonda, I was really enjoying myself, forgetting all about the horrific video of my daughter fucking our building sweeper which I saw a few hours back.

By this time, Tripathi had finished 5 drinks and I finished 3. I was feeling high and horny. After years my suppressed desires and passions had woken up, we were almost hugging each other.

It was almost 9pm when the young man called up room service again and ordered for dinner. I could see Anju in the arms of the MLA just like me being in the arms of Tripathi.

After dinner Tripathi stood up and said that you guys finalize the deal and let me know the details tomorrow. I am going to the other room, see you tomorrow. Good Night. He pulled me up and with his arms around my bare waist e headed out. I looked back at Anju; she smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up sign. I smiled back at her and along with Tripathi entered the other room.

Both of us with unsteady feet entered room no.1014. Once inside Tripathi caught the pallu of my saree and pulled it. I went twirling around twice and soon I was just in my blouse and petticoat. Tripathi threw my black saree away. He was ogling at my curvy, full and voluptuous body.

Tripathi: Kya mast maal hai tu, ekdum phatakha, Saali tu to sare Bhojpuri heroine se bhi mast dikh rahi hai….

I gave him a sexy smile. After years I felt like a woman, A woman dying for a man’s appreciations. Tripathi’s crude and obscene praises made me blush. Tripathi removed his kurta and vest and threw it aside. He stood there showing his naked upper torso covered with grey hair all over his chest. His pot belly was heaving up and down in excitement. Slowly and seductively I removed my spaghetti strap blouse and pulled down my petticoat before stepping out of it. I saw his eyes bulge out seeing me in sexy lingerie, I turned around giving him a full view of my sexy body.

Tripathi: Kya mast gaand hai teri... idhar aa saali.

I walked towards him and as I reached close to him, he caught me in a tight embrace and started kissing me, his hands all over my big ass, pinching them, slapping them, kneading them. His face traveled down to my 38D boobs, his hands moved to my melons, first removing my bra and then cupping and squeezing my naked boobs roughly, making me moan in delight. My hands were caressing his bald head. After devouring my boobs, he moved further down. He started licking and kissing my deep navel, His hands roughly and brutally groping my ass. He pulled down my thongs and started kissing my hairy wet pussy. My moans getting louder and louder,

Me: Uffffff Tripathi ji. Aaaahhhh ahista please.
Me: Ooooohhhhh

He got up soon and hurriedly pulled off his dhoti before lying down on the bed wearing just his underwear. He may be an ugly fat and bald man with grey hair all over, but he looked so adorable right now. I could see his erection trying to tear thru his underwear. I joined him on the bed, started licking and kissing him all over his hairy chest, his hairy armpits, his big pot belly before reaching his throbbing erection. Slowly I pulled down his underwear freeing his cock now giving me a standing salute. I kept his underwear aside. My hands were caressing his cock. I was seeing and touching a cock after 5 years, though it was not as big as Chandu’s, it was certainly bigger than my so called husband. I bent down and kissed the head of his cock. His cock responded by leaking out pre cum, which I licked with my tongue. I licked the entire length of the cock and his balls before opening my mouth and sucking his juicy cock. I felt wonderful and sexy. The feeling I missed so badly. I wanted him to feel great and wanted him love and use my body. I wanted to make most out of this night. It felt special, like my second suhaag raat, I started sucking more fervently, caressing his hanging balls at the same time. His grunts getting louder, he kept abusing me using words like item, chinaal, randi, kuttiya, etc. his abuses made me feel prouder of my sexuality and made me hornier. I stopped sucking and went on top of him. I placed my wet and hungry pussy on his cock. His hands reached out for my melons, crushing them, sucking them, biting them. Slowly I eased down my hips, feeling his cock entering my wet pussy. My eyes closed, moaning and crying in ecstasy, feeling every inch of his cock entering my thirsty cunt till it was completely inside. I was savoring the feeling of being filled by a man. And I slowly started moving my ass up and down. I was moving my ass slowly at first before I increased the speed. His hands moved down holding my ass before he started moving his hips and pounding my wet pussy with his rampant throbbing cock. The sounds of fucking echoing throughout the room along with my moans and his grunting sound.

We both were moving our hips in a rhythm. My pussy never felt so full and wet. I wanted this night to go on forever. I had already cum twice in the last 20 minutes of hard pounding and fucking. It reached its peak with both of us cumming again at almost the same time. His warm cum had filled my hole and my pussy squirted a volcano of love juices. I came crashing down on his chest which was still heaving with excitement. After catching my breath, I went to the wash toom to clean up and freshen up. I joined him on the bed again and we both were hugging each other. My hands were gently caressing his hairy body. We both fell asleep.

I woke up with a start hearing my phone ring. I rushed to the study table where I had kept my purse. It was Anju.

Anju: Are you done?
Me: Yes (I whispered back)
Anju: Get dressed quickly, we have to leave now. I will meet you outside the room in 5 minutes, okay?
Me: Okay

She hung up the phone. I went thru my messages, there was a message from Supriya which said “I had my dinner, going off to sleep now. Good Night Mom”. Smiling lightly I started wearing my clothes. Soon I was dressed. After fixing my makeup and brushing my disheveled hair. I quietly stepped out of the room. Anju was waiting for me with the bag full of my clothes. We left the Hotel and was driving back home. I looked at my phone. It was 1.30am.

Anju: So how was it?
Me: Good
Anju: Just good?
Me: I won’t lie, yes I did have a wonderful time, It’s been ages since I slept with a man. I don’t know how to express my feelings right now…..
Anju: I can understand.

Soon we reached our building and parked her car. Still in her car Anju reached behind and grabbed her laptop. She switched on her laptop. I was closely watching her, unsure what she is up to….

Anju: Here Nandita, I am permanently deleting the video. Done. (she reached back again and grabbed her camera) I have deleted Supriya’s video from my camera too.
Me: Then why did you do all this? Why did you spoil my daughter? I am sure you must have forced Supriya to sleep with that sweeper.
Anju: Yes, it was my idea. But I did not force her. I knew she would love to sleep with Chandu.
Me: What?
Anju: Listen Nandita, she is a special girl. Her taste in men is different from other girls. She likes older men who are dirty and of low class. She was already enjoying herself with old low class men before I made her sleep with Chandu.
Me: I don’t believe it…..
Anju: Here look at these pictures she sent me. (showing her the pictures of selfies of Supriya kissing an old beggar)

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Supriya looked so happy kissing a dirty filthy old beggar.

Anju: It’s okay Nandita, don’t look so worried. I have slept with Chandu many times and I enjoyed it each time. And the way you were looking at Chandu’s cock in the video, I think even you want to sleep with him. Am I wrong?
Me: (blushing) No not true……well… (hanging my head in shame)
Anju: See I told you it’s normal. I am deleting these pictures too. Trust me I would never try to harm Supriya.
Me: Thank you Anju.
Anju: Here take this before I forget… (she handed Rs.25000 to me)
Me: What’s this?
Anju: Your first income of your new life……
My face turned red with shame….We got off the car and headed towards our respective homes…

To be continued....

[blackdesk]

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[rajumehat]

Super sexy update. Please update regular

[hotandluking]

Give an update as soon as possible.
This is a great story.

[Basic]

Nandita must be with dirty low class old men

[supriyaa]

Update 21

A week had passed away since Raashi spent her Christmas evening at Kutty’s bar serving alcohol and having fun with the low class customers there. She loved spending time at the bar, flirting with customers, letting the old ugly men to play with her body, watching Kutty Sir lewdly smiling at me when he sees a dirty customer’s hands under my skirt. I never received so much attention and appreciation in my life. She had to refuse the day time waitress offer from Kutty Sir as she did not want her conservative mother to get any suspicions. She also had to cancel her plan to spend New Year’s Eve at Kutty’s Bar because last evening she was refused permission to go out with her “friends” for a new year party. She was forced to go along with her family to her dad’s business partner’s New Year Party.

As I lay on my bed on a New Year morning, the first morning of the year, I was angry, depressed and desperate. I was angry because I had to spend New Year’s Eve in the most boring party in the whole world. It was a torture. Everyone was so proper and formal. It was certainly not my type of party. I sat through the entire evening yawning and getting bored. A couple of good looking boys did approach me for a dance which I declined politely. These boys were no match when compared to the crudeness of Kutty or the naughtiness of Bhiku. Even the low class old customers were more fun to be with than these boring boys.

I was depressed because I had missed the party at Kutty’s desi daru bar. That was the real party and with real men. A place where I feel I belong. It is a place where everyone desires for me, a place where men appreciates my beauty and my young body.

I was desperate because it has been days since any man has touched me, felt me. I was desperately missing Kutty Sir’s brutal touches and the old customer’s lewd gropes. I had reached a point where my hands and fingers were not able to match the orgasms I received with Kutty and Bhiku. I desperately needed a man.
I called up maushi….

Maushi: Hello
Me: Hello maushi, it’s me Raashi
Maushi: How are you? Wishing you Happy New Year beti…
Me: Happy New Year to you too.
Maushi: How was your New Year party?
Me: Terrible!
Maushi: (Laughs) I can understand. Kutty had called me today morning. His bar did amazing business last night. He was missing you and was very disappointed you couldn’t be there.
Me: I know. I had promised him that I would be at the bar on New Year’s Eve, I am feeling bad about it. The entire time time at yesterday’s party all I could think of the fun I missed at Kutty’s bar.
Maushi: I know Raashi. I understand. Why don’t you call up Kutty, he will feel good.
Me: Okay I will. Are you home today?
Maushi: No beti, I am visiting my cousin brother in Pune, I will be back late in the evening. From tomorrow the college is reopening too.
Me: Yes maushi. I will see you tomorrow at college after my classes.
Maushi: Bye beti.

I immediately dialed Kutty’s number, unfortunately it was switched off. I decided to visit him at his bar later in the day. I went out of my room to the kitchen. Mom was cooking something and Lakkhan chacha was chopping some vegetables on the other side. I said good morning mom. Happy New Year Lakkhan chacha. Both wished me back. I said can I have some tea. Mpm said wait at the dining table, I will get you your tea.

As I sat on the dining table, I could see Lakkhan chacha chopping vegetables. I have been observing him closely for the last few days. I had seen him and Lata aunty exchange so many loving smiles, so many intentional touches. Ever since then I started looking at Lakkhan chacha in a different way. Even at his age he was so fit and handsome, with strong arms, broad chest and his big white twirled moustache made him even more handsome. I had decided to keep an eye on both of them.
After my tea and breakfast I told mom that I have to go to a friends’s place in the afternoon to pick up some notes as college is reopening tomorrow. Mom said okay and asked me to be back early.

After lunch, I went back to my room and changed into a nice salwar kameez and left home. Once I reached the main road, I waited for more than 10 minutes and I couldn’t see a single Auto. I wondered this is strange. At a distance I saw an auto parked, I walked towards it. Once I reached that auto, I found the driver sleeping in the backseat. I nudged him to wake him up and said bhaiya RK College chaloge? He woke with a start and looked at me disbelievingly and said madam aap ko pata nahin, aaj auto aur taxi unions ka strike hai. He went back to sleep.

I was thinking now how do I reach my college area. It’s not even close by. I decided to take a public bus. I hadn’t traveled by a bus for a long time but I knew route no.242 goes upto my college. I went to the nearby bus stop which was full of people, all waiting for the bus. Since I did not have any other options I joined the crowd of people waiting for the bus to arrive. In a couple of minutes a bus arrived. It was completely crowded. I tried getting into the bus but in vain. I saw the bus drive away with people hanging in the doors of the bus. My God now what? Apart from me there were many other people who couldn’t get in that bus.

I decided to wait for the next bus. After 10-15 minutes another bus arrived. This bus was comparatively less crowded to the previous one. With lots of efforts and pushing I managed to get inside the bus. By the time the bus left the bus stop, it was jam packed. I bought my ticket till RK College and tried moving ahead. Being slim and petite, I managed to squeeze myself thru the crowd before making myself comfortable standing and holding the handles on top of the seats.

As the bus moved ahead slowly, I looked at the fellow passengers. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, hoping to reach their destinations as soon as possible. I saw a lady few feet ahead of me angrily looking at the person behind her every 2-3 minutes. She was trying to move ahead but was unable due to the crowd in the bus. I could not see the person behind that lady. Curious I tried moving ahead. After some effort I did manage to move a bit ahead. I saw that lady still turning and giving angry looks to the person behind her. The person behind was a much older man who looked like a low class laborer. He was wearing a rather dirty kurta and pajama. He was chewing a paan and looked ugly with white unshaved 5 day stubble. His hair was completely grey and disheveled. My eyes traveled down when I realized why that lady was giving such angry looks to this man. I saw him repeatedly touching his crotch on that lady’s saree clad ass. I tried to move a little closer. I managed to reach next to that old man. Out of the corner of the eye I was closely looking at that old man’s actions. He had an erection which was clearly visible even though it was covered with his kurta and pajama. His every touch with his erection on that lady’s ass aroused me more. I had to do something. I have been longing for a man’s touch for so many days; I cannot leave this opportunity. I wanted to feel his cock so bad. I knew that lady didn’t want to be near that man, I squeezed between them making it appear that I was being pushed by the crowd. The lady was more than happy to make some room for me.

Now I was standing right in front of that hot looking old laborer. Within a minute I felt his cock poking my ass. I closed my eyes for a minute, enjoying the moment. My pussy was starting getting wet. Then I felt another poke, this time a bit longer. I didn’t move. His touches started increasing and soon his cock was pushed against my ass crack. Seeing no resistance from me, he was gently pushing his hips and I was unconsciously pushing my ass back to meet his gentle thrusts. This went on for few minutes. Both of us were trying to be as indiscreet as possible. I felt one of his hands on my ass, softly squeezing my ass cheek. I looked back at him. He gave me a dirty smile showing his pan stained teeth. I blushed and gave him a small smile. I slowly moved my left hand behind, and soon it reached his massive erection. I softly caressed his hard on and moved my hand back ahead. He carried on with groping with his hard on and hand.

But soon the crowd in the bus started reducing. My bus stop was approaching too. So I started moving ahead towards the front exit leaving the old man behind. Before alighting from the bus I looked back at that old man and gave him a sexy smile. I saw him giving me a smile too.

When I down from the bus I realized my pussy was completely wet. I enjoyed immensely the 15 minute of secret groping with that old man. I thought to myself, maybe I should travel by bus more often. I started walking towards Kutty’s bar.

As soon as I entered the bar, Kutty’s black face lit up with a big smile on his face. I went up to him and said….

Me: Happy New Year Kutty Sir (extending my hand)
Kutty: (grabbing my hand) Happy New Year Raashi, what a surprise!
Me: Yeah, I tried calling you but your phone was switched off. So I came here to wish you personally.
Kutty: That’s nice of you. I missed you a lot yesterday. There were so many customers asking for you. Kamini and I got tired replying to everyone.
Me: I am sorry Kutty Sir. I could not make it yesterday. I missed the bar a lot.
Kutty: Just the bar?
Me: (blushed) the customers too… and you too Sir
Kutty: Why don’t you wait in the back room, I will join you in some time.
Me: Okay

As I headed towards the back toom, I noticed there was only one customer in the bar. Once I reached the back toom, I stood in front of the mirror and redid my makeup. I applied a brighter shade of lipstick. I removed my hair clip and kept my hair open. I kept my dupatta aside and sat on the bed, waiting for Kutty.

My phone started ringing, It was Supriya.

Me: Hey Supriya
Supriya: Hey Raashi. Happy New Year babes.
Me: Happy New Year to you too. So how was yesterday?
Supriya: Awesome! How was yours?
Me: Boring, I was at my dad’s friend’s party. Super boring.
Supriya: So sad. You coming to college tomorrow?
Me: Yeah I am.
Supriya: See you tomorrow. Bye.
Me: Bye

As I kept my phone back in my purse, Kutty entered the room. He was wearing a red vest, barely covering his huge belly and a lungi folded half. He looked so hot, I could see his hairy chest. He must be over 6 feet tall. I loved his big moustache. I wish he was there at the party last night, I would have danced with him all night… He locked the door as soon as he entered and stood in front of me.

Kutty: So you missed me a lot. Show me how much you missed me. (he pulled off his lungi)

I looked down below his huge belly and stared at his huge black cock. It looked so yummy and inviting, open mouthed I looked up at Kutty Sir’s face, he was smiling. I slid off the bed and knelt down in front of him. My both hands could barely hold his huge cock, slowly caressing it, moving my hands softly on his cock. I kissed the cock head and took out wet tongue and twirled my tongue on his cock head, Before taking his magnificent cock in my mouth, I kissed it a few more times. I started sucking his cock slowly at first. Trying to take as much in my mouth as possible. I felt his hands on my head, pushing it, urging me take more cock in. Soon I got into a steady rhythm. Half of his huge cock going in and out of my mouth. My hands were massaging his big balls. I could hear his grunts getting louder. He pulled me up and pushed me back on the bed and then turned me around. He pulled up my kameez and pulled down my salwar along with my panties, revealing my cute ass. He started rubbing his wet cock on my ass, on my ass cheeks, on the crack before reaching my small puckered asshole. His cock touched my asshole sending shivers all over my body. My pussy drenched with my love juices. After rubbing his huge cock all over my ass, he placed his cock on my wet pussy and slowly started pushing it in, I felt his cock enter my wet and waiting pussy. After inserting a couple of inches, he pulled back and then shoved his cock in again with force. I was moaning and crying at the same time. He kept withdrawing and shoving it back with force till his entire cock was buried in my wet pussy.

I writhing in sweet pain and pleasure as Kutty kept pounding my pussy from behind. My face dug deep in the bed, trying to muffle my moans and screams. My ass high up in the air and Kutty’s big black cock was pounding my pussy. His thrusts were getting harder and harder with each stroke. I soon reached my orgasm. My pussy erupted into a tsunami of love juices. He kept fucking me harder and soon filled my pussy with his thick hot cum. He crashed on top of me. Both of us sweating like pigs. Out of breath.

He was the first to get up. Tied back his lungi and went to the washroom. When he returned, I was still half lying on the bed and my naked ass up in the air.
I slowly got up and pulled my panties and salwar up. Kutty Sir was smiling at me and said next time I will fuck that cute ass of yours. I blushed and rushed towards the wash room.

By the time I came out of the wash room, Kutty had gone back to his cash table. I tidied myself and then came out.

Kutty Sir offered me a cold drink, I sat next to him and was sipping my cold drink….
Kutty: I would love to see you working in this bar….
Me: I do want to work here, but….
Kutty: I know. Maushi told me about it. Think of some way, I am sure you will….
Me: I will try….. (I looked at my watch, it was almost 6pm} I will be in touch with you and maushi. I have to go now.
Kutty: Okay. (he got his face close to me and whispered) next time you know which hole of yours will be fucked….
Me: (I smiled & blushed) Bye Sir.

Rushing out of the bar, still blushing, I rushed towards the main road and the bus stop, mid-way I heard someone call out my name. I looked back, it was Kamini….

Kamini: Raashi I was calling you out and now you hear me.
Me: Sorry didi, I didn’t hear you….
Kamini: Hmmmm from your smile I gather you were at the bar. Correct?
Me: Yeah I was. I had come to wish Kutty sir happy new year.
Kamini: Just wish him and more…. (laughs)
Me: (blushes) didi stop teasing me….
Kamini: (laughs) I hope you know that Kutty Sir is a backdoor lover….I hope he has not already inaugurated your backdoor…. (laughing)
Me: No didi. I swear he hasn’t. How did you know he likes that way?
Kamini: I will tell you some other time….. I am already late.
Me: Okay didi. Bye

As Kamini rushed going towards Kutty’s bar. I reached the main road. Luckily I saw lots of autos plying, I hailed one and headed home. I told him my destination. I asked the driver, I thought you auto guys were on strike. The driver replied, the strike has been called off as the Govt had agreed to their demands.

While heading home, I couldn’t help wondering how did Kamini know about that. Has Kutty sir already fucked Kamini didi’s ass? Will it hurt? Will I enjoy it?

Millions of questions crept into Raashi’s mind as she was on her way back home….


To be continued.....