Adultery Vicious Veer Prathap Singh vs Wily Watchman Narsingh (Upd Feb 15)

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Sheethal

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Vennela

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Great story

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Lakshmi

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Adventurous modern rich young girl vs Cunning old watch man


 



One of the items in the bucket list of the old watch man’s fantasies is to trap a rich modern young girl and fuck her mercilessly in a low class cheap ugly lodge in a dirty shitty locality

The day the new guests have arrived in the guest house, his eyes fell on the two young girls and decided one of these two will have the pleasure of sucking my thick long lund in the famous lodge located in a notorious red light area, so he had the plan chalked out !!!


Sheethal, since her childhood, had it all; money, looks and a loving family. Sheethal was what you called a tease; she got a thrill out of teasing men and denying them what they would have forcibly taken back in the Stone Age where your pussy belonged the strongest man in the clan. After moving to US for studies she wanted to explore the other side of her life as a child in a feudal system couldn’t get her dew freedom, she wanted to now be little naughty and bold.  She would go to clubs wearing the most provocative little black dress and dance with men on the dance floor, she would dance with one man, and would instantly switch to another, while dancing with one she would gyrate her ass against the pelvis of another man, thus sending him over the top.

She used to go to the bar with only 5 dollars in her pocket and get different men to buy her drinks, food, and even drop her home, she would give them wrong numbers and when the men used to call her the next day, the phone would ring somewhere. Basically she was a very pampered bitch.

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

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

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

 

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

Basically she was a very self cantered person, even on her social media profile one would find thousands of pics of selfies and her own pics showing off her assets and sometimes in duck face and other poses with her slutty girl friends. Who were taking the pics, who were driving and dropping them off, who were paying for the drink, who were acting like unpaid bodyguards????- Her male friends of course.  

 

The day she landed in the guest house with her family and Richa , Sheethal received a call on her mobile

Tring tring tring tring

Sheethal- “hello”

Narsi (altering his voice) - “hello madam”

Sheethal- “hello, who is this”

Narsi- “madam, didn’t you notice my voice ? I am Javed, called you few days back”

(when you call a girl you absolutely don’t know make it seem that she has called your first.)

Sheethal-  “really, I don’t remember, regarding what?”

Narsi-  “madam, I had booked you, and you had given today’s time, customer is waiting in the Mysore hotel”

At this point Sheethal was slowly starting to get what this guy was hinting at.

Sheethal- “What nonsense?! , What booking, what customer?! What nonsense

Narsi- “hey you! Don’t shout, I’ve given you an advance, if you can’t come then be frank and tell me, come here next week and return the money!!!”

Saying that he hung up.

Sheethal- “hello hello hello…..” That rascal!...


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

However she couldn’t stop thinking about that man; his confidence, his rouge attitude, his finesse and roughness drove her wild. This was the first time she had been put in her place, never before had a man talked to her in a high tone let alone treated her like a common street whore, she wanted more. She called up that number again and after a few misses, after a few tries she finally managed to dial his number.

(trrring triiiiiggggggn trrrrrring trrrrrrrrinng)

Narsi- “hello”

Sheethal- “Hi”

Narsi- “who”

Sheethal- “Sheethal this side”

Narsi- “Who Sheethal”


This got her blood even more pumping because she expected men to remember her name, how she looked, how big her boobs were, how wide her ass were….

Sheethal- “you called me yesterday”

Narsi- “when did I call, tell me clearly, I’m a busy man”

Sheethal- “ oh, that day when you were telling me about a customer”

Narsi- “ok ok ok, I remember, I’m sorry madam, it was a wrong number, that was a different Sheethal”



Sheethal- “Ok, so how could you be looking for Sheethal and dialled the number of a different Sheethal?”

Narsi thought for a moment, the bitch had got her, but the truth is that such incidences did happen to him in the past so replied promptly.

Narsi- “what happens is that I got the number from someone who must have also had your number and gave me the wrong Sheethal’s number”

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

Sheethal- “ok tell me, what goes on inside your place”

Narsi- “whatever you want madam”

Sheethal-……………………..

Narsi- “if you want to come and see for yourself you’re welcome I’ll sms the address on your number”


Sheethal-…………….

Narsi- “ok madam, I’ll hang up now, I got lots of work, I’ll be waiting for you….”

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

Even during dinner she kept checking her phone many time for his sms, her father told her many times not to sms while eating but little did he know his darling daughter had other plans. Disheartened she went to bed thinking that he might have forgotten and that her curiosity will end here, or she thought that why not again call him tomorrow and ask him for the address.

In the morning a pleasant sound woke her up, it was the sound of her message ringtone, she knew it in her heart that it was Narsi, she checked her message and her sleepiness evaporated.

The message read as follows;

“Xxxxxxx Hotel,
YYY. Road,
Mysore.
Madam please come before 1pm”

Now Sheethal had no Idea about Mysore.  She didn’t know the YYY road is the locality of the Mysore, it’s a mix of lower middle and lower income semi-industrial areas with urban slums and people of disrepute. It’s the first place where most migrants into Mysore stumble into for lodging or employment. It’s also home to YYY Road, the only surviving red light district of Mysore. She thought to herself where is this place, but then she looked at the clock it was already 9am! She didn’t have any time to waste, now imagine this a girl who would give guys a time for a date and be hours late or not show up at all was rushing herself for this low class unknown man, such was his mastery over women.



(whats driving her high testosterone is the merciless pounding of her womanhood by her dear papa the whole night.. her pussy was itching at the thought of such unknown brave man teasing her in this new place)

She went downstairs and after brushing her teeth, she took a long shower with warm water and expensive soaps and shampoos. She also shaved off all her leg and pubic hair as was her routing every 3 days giving her body a milky shine. It was like a gift she was readying for this unknown man. After the bath she had breakfast, as both papa and Richa were sleeping – she didn’t know that Richa was watching her papa pounding her virgin pussy – and also mom already went out with Lakshmi for sight seeing.  She kept a note for papa that she would be going to Mysore to meet a friend and be back by evening and till then Richa will give you the company

The driver Rahman (arranged by Vennela) showed up in his uniform and she got in.




Sheethal- “hey, do you recognize this address?”
Rahman- he read 2-3 lines of it in his mind and became dumb founded.  He smelt what the old watch man had in his mind
Sheethal- “what happened? Do you know or not?”

Rahman- he was shaken to his senses and replied “yes madam I know”

Sheethal- “how’s the area? One of my friends has called me for his birthday party”

Rahman- “it’s a good area madam, middle class and decent”

Sheethal- “okay, clean the car and I’ll come”

Rahman left, he tried hard to hide his happiness, there was a smile on his face and spring to his step. He went and gladly cleaned the car both inside and out, he also applied perfume to the inside as if he was preparing his bed for his wedding night. About 10mins later Sheethal came to his car. He was dumb founded. She looked like a proper “maal”.  It’s like seeing a tasty food served to others in a restaurant and knowing that you will be served the same, it just increases the appetite. She was wearing an outfit considered normal by any standards but when you have assets like Sheethal even the most sober of dresses become a spectacle of vulgarity.

She was wearing a light green top which was nearly transparent, it was so light, her boobs were looking like headlights, and it hugged the curves around her waist as if to invite any hot blooded male to go ahead and claim her. 

She was wearing only light jewellery, a thing necklace and earrings which made her look like an aristocrat and on the bottom she was wearing tight and fitted jeans which was showing off her thunder thighs and ample ass. Rahman stood out and as usual opened the rear door for her, and as she walked past he glanced at her perfect ass, it looked absolutely massive, this was extenuated by her jeans. 

Two great mountains separated by a deep valley, like two massive gel bags, so big that they wouldn’t fit inside your palm. But Rahman snapped out of it, he didn’t want to risk anything. As soon as she sat down, he gently closed the door.

Then he got an idea, he had told her that the areas was good but wouldn’t she see it on her way there and raise suspicion. If you have ever been to old Mysore and especially YYY Road even before you are near it you’ll notice that something is wrong. It’s like a little piece of hell in the middle of Mysore. Druggies passed out in abandoned urinals, rickshaw pullers, hawkers, people spitting, garbage, pimps trying to solicit customers, prostitutes calling customers from the windows, paan shops selling pan, cigarettes and condoms, etc.



So now Rahman devised a plan he told Sheethal, “madam lot of dust is outside, I will put the shades”, Sheethal listened to him but didn’t say anything, it was common for her to ignore drivers. So he went and got out 4 shades from the back and put them around the already tinted windows so that she’d have absolutely no clue of the outside, this and her wearing sunglasses made her virtually blind to the outside world. This was fitting because it was an indication of her future to come.

Rahman used a shortcut to reach the hotel on YYY Road, it took around 90 minutes, and looks like luck was favoring him as there was virtually no traffic. When he reached near the hotel he was amazed at the arrangements that old watch man Narsi had made. He had the area cleaned of pan stains and any garbage and he had also kicked out the vagabonds, druggists, and junior pimps from the street. It was looking like a decent place, this was all in welcome for the special guest. So Rahman stopped the car and said,  “madam, we’re here”,  while pointing to the hotel.

She took off her sunglasses and looked out of the tinted window but made no attempt to open the door to get out, how could she? She never opens doors for that she has scores of servants. Well no problem for Rahman, he jumped out of his seat and rushed to the back seat and opened the door for his darling madam. As she got up he could smell her expensive perfume, mixed with the natural scent of her body, it was maddening. Rahman’s cock was about to rip his pants but he held his cool.

Rahman held the umbrella for Madam as he walked her into the hotel (it was more like a lodge), many people who have known Rahman as a local ruffian, gunda, and enforcer were surprised to see him hold an umbrella for this buxom uptown slut but they didn’t dare say anything nor did Rahman care, only he knew that this buxom milky slut was walking into a trap set by a tiger. As they walked into the lodge, he could see that Narsi really made an effort to clean up the place it was looking spotless. Then he was giggling to himself that how much time and money he spent on this place he was going to extract every paisa with interest from this whore.


 

Okay so she approached a man behind the counter who was a balding man wearing a dirty yet presentable shirt. She asked him, “bhayyia , where is this xyz room”.   The man, who was reading a newspaper put it aside, looked at her top to bottom stopping to appreciate her assets and told her, “madamji 3rd floor, first door to the right, next to the fire extinguisher” now Rahman knew right away that so much detail meant only one thing that this old watch man Narsi had collaged this fellow into sitting here and just directing this whore towards his open mouth.

Because there wasn’t any receptionist in this lodge, the place where this fellow was sitting was a counter to give receipts when one wants to use the sluts. In YYY road only 2 of the whore houses are legal, if you go there, you will have to give money and get a token then go to the whore, when there you have to pay the whore tips also. 

So she was satisfied with the arrangement and after walking a few steps towards the steps she turned around almost so rapidly that Rahman bumped into her milk tankers and she pointed to a sofa and said, “driver , wait here, only come up if I call you”,  saying that she gave him a Rs.2000 note for snacks or anything he’d want. So Rahman took his seat on the sofa, normally he’s be really angry at this behaviour but he wasn’t this time because he knew the trap that was being set up.

He went and took his seat on the sofa, by the way the sofa is real and so is the lounge, it’s used by guests who are waiting their turns to go fuck, they have token in hand, waiting for a room to get entry so that the y can go in. And in the mean while various snacks are sold.  Sheethal was standing at the base of the stairs contemplating her next action, she was afraid but also curious about this man….



She took a long breath and began to climb up one stair at a time…. Both Rahman and the receptionist were watching her climb up, first her jiggling boobs which were moving up and down like jelly and then her massive ass swaying with every step she took, the meat was going into the lion’s mouth… when she had climbed up two flights of steps and was beyond audible range Rahman spoke to the receptionist.

Rahman- “who the fuck are you?”

Receptionist- “ I’m Wasim, I run the paan shop outside, Narsi has given me this task for Rs.5000”

Wasim- “who is this whore?”

Rahman- “Her name is Sheethal, I won’t tell you more
”
Wasim- “Okay fine, how old is she?”

Rahman- “about 20-21”

Wasim- “how many kids does she have?”

Rahman- “none, she’s not even married, she’s still a virgin”

Wasim- “Oye Bahenchod!  Not even one child but look at her boobs, look at her ass, they’re about to explode”


Rahman- “bhai  what are you worried about Narsi will do just that today”

Wasim- “you’re right, he’s going to fuck the shit out of her” saying that he grabbed the remote and pressed a button and amazingly the view from the CCTV outside Narsi’s room was visible they were just in time as Sheethal had just reached.

Both Wasim and Rahman were watching with great interest and grabbed a beer each. Sheethal had reached the front door of xyz room no. She had never climbed 3 flights of stairs, her rich self was always used to elevators, AC and lifts, but now she was in the lion’s den and curiosity drove her further. 

She paused for a little while, took her purse and pulled out a hanky, she wiped off the sweat and look at herself at the mirror, she adjusted her top, her boobs were almost translucent from the sweat, little beads of sweat had formed on her neck which looked like pearls…… She paused for a bit, took a long breath, put her hand on the door knob and pressed down…. All her life was about to change, the opening door was about to open a new dark chapter in her life……….

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

She opened the door and stepped in with as little thought as possible. Her senses regained when she was inside, her head was almost spinning from the sensory overload. The room was heavily filled with the smell musty of cigarette and Hookah smoke, making it a primeval misty atmosphere, There was a single 100W light bulb on top of the roof which was covered in red cellophane which gave the room a deep red hue. 

There was generally very little furniture in the room, clearly if she didn’t know, she should have known by now, as she was taking a look around there was a simply wooden table, a chair and a dirty cot and on the cot was sitting the lion himself. Narsi was sitting there like a Persian Shah, but wearing the attire of a labourer migrant.

A dirty vest and a lungi. He had at his side a glass filled with a milky clouded liquid and a bottle of the same. He took a long gulp and finished whatever crap was in the glass and stood up, now Sheethal was shocked at seeing the guest house watchman !!!  Is this the old guy who challenged her pride and played on her ego and made her come into this dirty looking hotel?  She was also frightened of the monster which was in front of her. 

He was standing at around 6’8” tall, his complexion was dark, which was in stark contrast to her own milky complexion. He was extremely lean and muscular like those labour class people who spend their entire lives doing manual work and develop real manly muscles unlike fake pumped up ones at the gym. His masculinity could be gauged from the layers of curly hair which she could see on his chest and arms, she was wondering where else did he have such hairs

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


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

Narsi- “madam you have finally come, I was waiting for you”

Sheethal- “ya… yes… I’ve come”

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Sheethal

[kavitha99]

new twist... excellent narration

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please dont post the old man photos.. it sucks.

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please dont post the old man photos.. it sucks.

think that's the USP...

[PELURI]

video bits are mind blowing....irresistible

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please dont post the old man photos.. it sucks.

This story is about a old watch man...so I need to post some realistic pics to get the actual feel..

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Richa

[doctor101]

Narsinh, Reheman and Wasim Triangle with Sheetal very hot erotica. Waiting for updates.

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Jyothi

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

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

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

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

He had to break the ice fast! He spoke with grave seriousness….
Narsi- “madam, please relax, we’re all good people here

Sheethal- “ o… o…. ok….”

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

Narsi- “lo madam, here madam drink this, you must be tired”


Sheethal- “nehi ,no, its okay”


Narsi now got angry and handed her the glass forcefully
Narsi- “drink this you must, I’ve specially ordered this for you, it’s quite expensive”



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


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

From the initial smell she could tell that it had an extremely acrid and pungent smell to it, she pinched her nose with her other hand as conspicuously as possible and in a long gulp downed he entire contents. She quickly slammed the glass on the table and was panting because of the heat it produced in her mouth. Then slowly as she began to breath through her nose the full extent of the cheap drink become clear, it tasted absolutely like glue, the sticky liquid stick to the back of her throat and was coughing and trying to get the shitty taste out of her mouth. 

Narsi used this opportunity to take his hand and patted her behind her back and in the process felt her bra clasp through the thin material of her top. He noticed that the bra strap was about half inch thick and a quadruple hook strap, this meant only one thing. This bitch has bigger boobs than is even showing, it really got his cock livid again and the thought of freeing those pigeons was intoxicating to him.


To properly taste some thing you need both its taste and smell, only with the combination of the two you can determine the flavour of something. Else if you close your mouth and eat a banana or mango you will only taste dull sweetness and won’t be able to tell the difference.

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

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

Sheethal didn’t think for a second that she was going to take another sip of this vile beverage again but she was wrong. It was an acquired taste, once you taste, you’re hooked. Slowly Narsi began to open up to her.

Narsi- “okay madam, what do you do?”

Sheethal- “I’m a student”

 

  

Narsi- “ okay which college”

Sheethal- “In America, you wouldn’t know the university name”

Narsi- “wow that’s really something, you’re so intelligent as well as being beautiful”

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

Narsi- “your voice is also so cute, I could tell from the first day itself when I heard you,  you’d be a really good piece”

Now Sheethal was stunned! She was used to guys praising her left right and centre, she knew she was hot, she was used to receiving poetry, having songs dedicated for her but never, ever in her life did anyone dare call her a firecracker. She found it demeaning but oddly exhilarating.


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

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

Narsi- “Madam, there is no dearth of confidence in us people, no matter how much attitude the girl has we always get out way”


Sheethal- “really how?”


Sheethal didn’t know but as she was conversing with Narsi she was unknowingly taking sips of the drink in the glass and munching on moong dal . Narsi could clearly see that the drug was starting to have its effect. She was becoming more restless, more talkative, more flirtatious, and more ripe for the picking. Her breathing was becoming heavy, her pupils dilated and her speech was starting to slur a little as she was mixing words and repeating what she is saying. Narsi just couldn’t resist the sight of those massive heaving milk tankers and her subconsciously biting her lips.


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


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


If you can ever do this with a girl, or get her in a position to rub her inner thigh, then whatever is north of that is yours haha.

So the conversation continued for more time and Sheethal was more and more curious about how these low class ruffians would treat women, and how they were so confident and brash. So she pressed him.

Sheethal- “Had there been another girl like me here, what would you have done”



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

Narsi- “what would I have done???- This!”

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



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


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

She could not even think straight; her entire head was filled with thoughts of debauchery. As she was hauled up she was now face to face with the man she was having civil conversation with just a moment earlier. He didn’t say anything merely just put his arms around her slender waist and dragged her close, her ample ass jiggled as her hips crashed against his and her boobs were mashed against his strong muscular hard chest. Her was panting, like she had run a marathon, beads of sweat were there on her forehead like pearls, and were running down her throat to in between the valley of her boobs.

It was like a mighty lion had caught a defenseless deer. He then took both of his mammoth palms and slapped and grabbed her ample ass. The impact shook her as she stared into his yellow eyes to see what he was doing. He began to explore her ample ass, pawing from the sides, from the bottom, from the top and exploring the crevice of her ass. Time to time he was grabbing her ass, giving moderate slaps and squeezing them so tight that her ass flesh bulged from the space between his fingers. When he did that she let out a sigh of pain and pleasure from her mouth. The fact that despite using his best efforts his hands couldn’t even cover half of her ass really made Narsi mad! This size of ass was normally found in women in their mid 40s, that too after a few kids, having such a “piece” on such a young slut, that too so tight and shapely drove him mad.



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

She tried to move away but she was in no position to; she was standing on her tip toes with Narsi’s massive hands under her ass and supporting most of her weight, so she was just dangling in the air supported by her ass. 

Narsi was constantly alternating between planting kisses on her face to smooching her deeply. Sometimes he would give a light smooch lasting for a few seconds and other times he’d give one so deep that Sheethal would be left short of breath. Somehow this was extremely enjoyable to Sheethal because all her life she was used to be treated like a flower but here was this brute who didn’t give a shit about who or what she was, all he wanted to do was take what was rightfully his and treat her like a common street whore in the process.


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

He looked into her eyes than as he looked down, he could see her massive milk tankers, they looked like both could hold at least 1L of milk each. He suddenly turned soft, he was romantically wooing her with one hand firmly under her ass so that she was basically sitting on his outheld palm with both legs around his waist and another hand caressing the small of her back. With his face he was giving small pecks on her neck, clavicle, and throat.... 

this combination of strength and care was absolutely driving her mad, it was pandering to both her sense of raw sexual desire and wanting to be romanced like a flower. But she totally had Narsi’s intentions misplaced, he didn’t care a shit about her enjoying the act, he was more concerned about the outcome. You see even he knew about the hidden cameras and microphones all throughout the room, this whole scene was being recorded by his partners downstairs, it was nothing new, they had done it hundreds of times before, it was all a well oiled and practiced machine to get new “maal” for their brothel.


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

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

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


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



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

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

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



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




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


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

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