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38 year old two children's mother involved in high class escort service
Riya, 38 years old. Lives in a small flat in Boubazar. Husband works in a government job, 80 thousand per month. Two sons, one in class five, the other in nursery. Riya's figure is still not bad.buttocks, fair-skinned complexion. But there is nothing to say about grooming. Cooking in the morning, tutoring the boys in the afternoon, 10 minutes of missionary with her husband at night—that was her life.
Then Shreya came in her life.
Shreya is my number one asset. 29 years old, influencer, model, one or two small roles in OTT. Spends the night with my agency's top clients, then makes a reel on Insta in the morning with "morning glow". Her body is on fire.36-26-36, lip fillers, Botox, everything. And always a smile on the face, devilish eyes.
The two met at a private party in Garden Reach. It was a client party for Riya's husband's office.
Shreya was there as a “brand ambassador.” Riya was standing in a corner, wearing a red sari and a black sleeveless blouse, looking a little uncomfortable. Shreya went and stood next to Riya.
Shreya went and said,
“Didi, this saree of yours is so fire! But why is it so hidden? If you show it a little bit open, the whole party will look at you.”
Riya laughed shyly.
Then the two started talking. Shreya offered her a drink. Riya said, “No, no, I don’t drink.” Shreya said with a smile, “Hey Didi, you can have a mocktail. You’ll see, life will be a little different.”
First a mocktail, then a little vodka. Riya started to feel lightheaded after two pegs. Shreya took her to the balcony.
Standing there, Shreya said, “Didi, your breasts are so big, so beautiful… but why do you cover them all the time? I see that my clients are willing to pay lakhs of rupees for breasts like that.”
Riya lowered her head in shame. But Shreya didn't stop. She placed her hand on Riya's waist and said softly, "Let's go on a trip. My two friends and I are going to Goa. I will convince your husband."
Riya said, this is not possible, I have two sons.
Shreya said, leave the sons with their mother. Just for 4 days. You will see how interesting life becomes."
Riya initially said no. But the next day Shreya called, video-called and showed her a picture of herself in a bikini. “Didi, you will like this too. I will buy everything.”
Riya agreed.
The game started on the first night after reaching that private villa in Goa. Shreya and her two friends. Priya and Neela—all of them surrounded Riya.
First beer, then cocktails, then some drinks. Riya was laughing and saying, “I have never done this before…”
Shreya pulled open the hem of her saree. “Didi, stop being shy from today.”
The back of the blouse was open, the bra was black lace. Shreya measured her chest with her hand and said, “This is a 36D minimum… the clients will go crazy.”
Riya was surprised, “You mean the clients?”
Shreya smiled, "Hey Didi, we are girls from a high class call girl agency. We serve high class clients. 50-80 thousand in a night. You can do it too. Our clients really like your ordinary housewife look."
Riya was shocked to hear them. She was saying no. Shreyara agreed with sweet words, talking about a comfortable life and money.
The night grew longer. Shreya kissed Riya on the lips. Riya tried to push away at first, but her body was on fire. Shreya's tongue entered her mouth. Riya closed her eyes.
Then Priya came and started rubbing Riya's stomach. Neela started rubbing her ass from behind. Riya was shaking. Shreya opened her bra. Two big breasts jumped out. Shreya took one of the nipples in her mouth and started sucking it. Riya moaned.
"Sister, how sweet is your garland... Now let's see what's underneath."
They laid Riya on the bed. They took off her saree and petticoat. Riya's panties were wet and she was moaning.
Shreya pulled down her panties. Rhea's thick black pussy was pink inside. Shreya started licking it with her tongue. Rhea screamed, "Aaah... no... what are you doing... oh father..."
But her body was no longer obeying. She spread her legs. Shreya started sucking hard. Priya was sucking her breasts, Neela was kissing her cheeks and lips. Riya jerked and ejaculated within 10 minutes. First time orgasm on a girl's tongue.
Then the real game began. Shreya took out a big dildo. “Didi, this is much bigger than your husband. Today this is your new husband.”
She made Riya stand on all fours and inserted her from behind. Riya was crying and saying, “Aah… if you burst it… it’s big… very big.
But after 5 minutes she started shaking her ass herself. “Harder…Harder…”That night Riya ejaculated four times. The next morning Shreya told her, "Sister, now your training to become a real life slut begins. I have registered you in my agency. The first client is ready for you. A 55-year-old businessman.He'll give you 75,000 for one night. You'll just suck his cock while smiling and saying, 'Sir, I'm your housewife whore.'"
Riya was listening silently. There was no shame in her eyes. Just a new fire. Falling into Shreya's trap, Riya was able to provide good service to two clients in four days. She earned about 1.5 lakh.
After returning from Goa, she was no longer the same Riya. She would go to bed with her husband as usual, but she was no longer satisfied with sleeping with him.
Riya thought to herself, "What will happen to my husband's little thing? I've now had a taste for big dildos and the client's thick cock."
For two weeks after returning from Goa, Riya tried to remain the same simple, calm, polite housewife she was before.
Shreya then called. “Didi, are you ready? Your next client is fixed. Mr. Dhar will come to the bar. Just one job—keep the ordinary housewife look. The client wants ‘domestic goods’. I have received 80 thousand cash, advance.”
Riya hesitated a little, but her body was on fire. She came to the bar at 9 pm. Mr Dhar was sitting at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Seeing Riya, he smiled to himself, saying to himself, "This stuff has become a ready-made item." The hem of the saree had slipped a little, revealing the cleavage. Mr. Dhar called her to a private room behind the bar.
After sitting there and taking two pegs of vodka, Riya felt lighter. Mr Dhar said, "The client has arrived. Name is Ajay Singh. 58 years old. Big businessman. No wife, sons abroad. he wants to feel like a normal wife."
Riya nodded. Mr Dhar took her to the VIP suite of the five-star hotel on the top floor. Ajay was sitting on the sofa, wearing a suit and tie. His eyes sparkled when he saw Riya.
Riya went closer. Ajay held her hand and pulled her onto his lap. Riya's saree's sleeves fell open. Ajay started pressing her breasts with his hand. "How big... how soft... does your husband know there is so much stuff in the house?"
Riya whispered, “No sir… he doesn’t know.”
Ajay smiled. “From today onwards, I am your husband outside the house. Come, take out my dick
Riya knelt down. She pulled down Ajay's pants and pulled out his penis—thick, long, veiny. Riya's eyes widened. It was bigger than anything she had seen in Goa. Ajay said, "Suck it, daughter. Just like you don't suck your husband."
He took it in his mouth. Slowly at first, then harder. Ajay started stroking her hair. Riya moaned, but didn't stop. After 10 minutes, Ajay picked her up and laid her on the bed.
He took off the saree completely. Riya's naked body—big breasts, full stomach, thick thighs. Ajay spread her legs and entered. "Aaah... Sir... it's so big... it'll burst..."
Ajay started pounding hard. Riya was screaming, “Harder… Hit me… I am your Randy… your housewife Randy…” Ajay entered her from behind on all fours. He slapped her on the buttocks and said, “Tell me, whose are you?”
Your… your money… I am a call girl now…”
Riya ejaculated twice. Ajay finally poured it into her mouth. Riya swallowed it all. Ajay was satisfied and left with 10 thousand tips.
After Ajoy left, Mr Dhar came and slept with Riya, Riya was not in a mood to return home that night. Her husband was calling and she could not pick up. Mr Dhar said, listen to me, let's make you a celeb like Shreya.
Riya couldn't object, now she only had money and fire in her eyes.
The End
How is the story pls comment, you will message me directly at my telegram I'd , my telegram I'd is @ Suro Tann 21
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Riya, 38 years old. Lives in a small flat in Boubazar. Husband works in a government job, 80 thousand per month. Two sons, one in class five, the other in nursery. Riya's figure is still not bad.buttocks, fair-skinned complexion. But there is nothing to say about grooming. Cooking in the morning, tutoring the boys in the afternoon, 10 minutes of missionary with her husband at night—that was her life.
Then Shreya came in her life.
Shreya is my number one asset. 29 years old, influencer, model, one or two small roles in OTT. Spends the night with my agency's top clients, then makes a reel on Insta in the morning with "morning glow". Her body is on fire.36-26-36, lip fillers, Botox, everything. And always a smile on the face, devilish eyes.
The two met at a private party in Garden Reach. It was a client party for Riya's husband's office.
Shreya was there as a “brand ambassador.” Riya was standing in a corner, wearing a red sari and a black sleeveless blouse, looking a little uncomfortable. Shreya went and stood next to Riya.
Shreya went and said,
“Didi, this saree of yours is so fire! But why is it so hidden? If you show it a little bit open, the whole party will look at you.”
Riya laughed shyly.
Then the two started talking. Shreya offered her a drink. Riya said, “No, no, I don’t drink.” Shreya said with a smile, “Hey Didi, you can have a mocktail. You’ll see, life will be a little different.”
First a mocktail, then a little vodka. Riya started to feel lightheaded after two pegs. Shreya took her to the balcony.
Standing there, Shreya said, “Didi, your breasts are so big, so beautiful… but why do you cover them all the time? I see that my clients are willing to pay lakhs of rupees for breasts like that.”
Riya lowered her head in shame. But Shreya didn't stop. She placed her hand on Riya's waist and said softly, "Let's go on a trip. My two friends and I are going to Goa. I will convince your husband."
Riya said, this is not possible, I have two sons.
Shreya said, leave the sons with their mother. Just for 4 days. You will see how interesting life becomes."
Riya initially said no. But the next day Shreya called, video-called and showed her a picture of herself in a bikini. “Didi, you will like this too. I will buy everything.”
Riya agreed.
The game started on the first night after reaching that private villa in Goa. Shreya and her two friends. Priya and Neela—all of them surrounded Riya.
First beer, then cocktails, then some drinks. Riya was laughing and saying, “I have never done this before…”
Shreya pulled open the hem of her saree. “Didi, stop being shy from today.”
The back of the blouse was open, the bra was black lace. Shreya measured her chest with her hand and said, “This is a 36D minimum… the clients will go crazy.”
Riya was surprised, “You mean the clients?”
Shreya smiled, "Hey Didi, we are girls from a high class call girl agency. We serve high class clients. 50-80 thousand in a night. You can do it too. Our clients really like your ordinary housewife look."
Riya was shocked to hear them. She was saying no. Shreyara agreed with sweet words, talking about a comfortable life and money.
The night grew longer. Shreya kissed Riya on the lips. Riya tried to push away at first, but her body was on fire. Shreya's tongue entered her mouth. Riya closed her eyes.
Then Priya came and started rubbing Riya's stomach. Neela started rubbing her ass from behind. Riya was shaking. Shreya opened her bra. Two big breasts jumped out. Shreya took one of the nipples in her mouth and started sucking it. Riya moaned.
"Sister, how sweet is your garland... Now let's see what's underneath."
They laid Riya on the bed. They took off her saree and petticoat. Riya's panties were wet and she was moaning.
Shreya pulled down her panties. Rhea's thick black pussy was pink inside. Shreya started licking it with her tongue. Rhea screamed, "Aaah... no... what are you doing... oh father..."
But her body was no longer obeying. She spread her legs. Shreya started sucking hard. Priya was sucking her breasts, Neela was kissing her cheeks and lips. Riya jerked and ejaculated within 10 minutes. First time orgasm on a girl's tongue.
Then the real game began. Shreya took out a big dildo. “Didi, this is much bigger than your husband. Today this is your new husband.”
She made Riya stand on all fours and inserted her from behind. Riya was crying and saying, “Aah… if you burst it… it’s big… very big.
But after 5 minutes she started shaking her ass herself. “Harder…Harder…”That night Riya ejaculated four times. The next morning Shreya told her, "Sister, now your training to become a real life slut begins. I have registered you in my agency. The first client is ready for you. A 55-year-old businessman.He'll give you 75,000 for one night. You'll just suck his cock while smiling and saying, 'Sir, I'm your housewife whore.'"
Riya was listening silently. There was no shame in her eyes. Just a new fire. Falling into Shreya's trap, Riya was able to provide good service to two clients in four days. She earned about 1.5 lakh.
After returning from Goa, she was no longer the same Riya. She would go to bed with her husband as usual, but she was no longer satisfied with sleeping with him.
Riya thought to herself, "What will happen to my husband's little thing? I've now had a taste for big dildos and the client's thick cock."
For two weeks after returning from Goa, Riya tried to remain the same simple, calm, polite housewife she was before.
Shreya then called. “Didi, are you ready? Your next client is fixed. Mr. Dhar will come to the bar. Just one job—keep the ordinary housewife look. The client wants ‘domestic goods’. I have received 80 thousand cash, advance.”
Riya hesitated a little, but her body was on fire. She came to the bar at 9 pm. Mr Dhar was sitting at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Seeing Riya, he smiled to himself, saying to himself, "This stuff has become a ready-made item." The hem of the saree had slipped a little, revealing the cleavage. Mr. Dhar called her to a private room behind the bar.
After sitting there and taking two pegs of vodka, Riya felt lighter. Mr Dhar said, "The client has arrived. Name is Ajay Singh. 58 years old. Big businessman. No wife, sons abroad. he wants to feel like a normal wife."
Riya nodded. Mr Dhar took her to the VIP suite of the five-star hotel on the top floor. Ajay was sitting on the sofa, wearing a suit and tie. His eyes sparkled when he saw Riya.
Riya went closer. Ajay held her hand and pulled her onto his lap. Riya's saree's sleeves fell open. Ajay started pressing her breasts with his hand. "How big... how soft... does your husband know there is so much stuff in the house?"
Riya whispered, “No sir… he doesn’t know.”
Ajay smiled. “From today onwards, I am your husband outside the house. Come, take out my dick
Riya knelt down. She pulled down Ajay's pants and pulled out his penis—thick, long, veiny. Riya's eyes widened. It was bigger than anything she had seen in Goa. Ajay said, "Suck it, daughter. Just like you don't suck your husband."
He took it in his mouth. Slowly at first, then harder. Ajay started stroking her hair. Riya moaned, but didn't stop. After 10 minutes, Ajay picked her up and laid her on the bed.
He took off the saree completely. Riya's naked body—big breasts, full stomach, thick thighs. Ajay spread her legs and entered. "Aaah... Sir... it's so big... it'll burst..."
Ajay started pounding hard. Riya was screaming, “Harder… Hit me… I am your Randy… your housewife Randy…” Ajay entered her from behind on all fours. He slapped her on the buttocks and said, “Tell me, whose are you?”
Your… your money… I am a call girl now…”
Riya ejaculated twice. Ajay finally poured it into her mouth. Riya swallowed it all. Ajay was satisfied and left with 10 thousand tips.
After Ajoy left, Mr Dhar came and slept with Riya, Riya was not in a mood to return home that night. Her husband was calling and she could not pick up. Mr Dhar said, listen to me, let's make you a celeb like Shreya.
Riya couldn't object, now she only had money and fire in her eyes.
The End
How is the story pls comment, you will message me directly at my telegram I'd , my telegram I'd is @ Suro Tann 21
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