22-10-2019, 08:09 PM
PROLOGUE:
PART 1:
I was born in Delhi in early nineties. My father at that time owned largest jewelry business of Delhi. I was lucky to be born in a wealthy family. Things were quite easier for me from the time I was born. But, When I was 6 yrs my mother died while giving birth to my sister. Apparently she was suffering from a heart condition called as Aortic Stenosis and the doctors advised her not to get pregnant again after I was born. But, the desire to have a female child drove her to become pregnant again. She died on table in OT while having Caeserian Section. My father love my mother more than anything in life and her sudden demise pushed him into alcoholism and frequently visiting prostitutes.
Anyway, time moved on and after 2 years of her death my father married someone else. A bimbo and gold digger whom he met in Mumbai. She was quite younger than my father and charmed him from her beauty. I was very unhappy on the prospect of having a Stepmom but my father consoled me and told me that she makes him happy.
Jewelry is a risky business. You have to be constantly on guard as there is always a real possibility that you might get robbed. Well that exactly happened with my father when i was 14 years old. He was returning from one of his showrooms. One of his personal bodyguard betrayed him and colluded with the robbers. My father was gunned down near Karol Bagh in Delhi as he tried to resist the robbery. He was killed along with his driver and the robbers were never found. I remember I was in college when the principal called me and told me that I need to go to home. My driver was waiting for me outside. I was confused why was I being called home so early. When I reached home i found everyone sitting in my house along with my father's body. He was a good man and everyone mourned him.
Well time heals everything and after few months everything became almost normal. My uncle was handling the business, money was good and I continued my college. One day in college i wasn't feeling too well and decided to come back to home. When I reached home I saw something which completely changed my life. When I reached home no one was there. I called my stepmom many times but no response. Her cell phone was lying at the sofa. So I assumed she must have forgot it while going out. Then I heard some muffled voices from her bedroom. I approached her bedroom and the sound got louder. I slowly opened the door partially and saw my stepmom on her knees and sucking the dick of our household servant Ramu. Her back was facing me so she couldn't see me and Ramu's eyes were closed. He was addressing her as randi and told her to suck harder. I couldn't look more and closed the door. Later in the day i went to see my best friend Rohit. Rohit was the son of a big property developer in Delhi. He was bit elder than me but we developed a nice bond. He was also popular among girls and was seen frequently with girls much older than him.
She was bent on my office table, her skirt was above her waist and panties on her knees. Moaning is a strange emotion. I have seen and made lots of women moan. But, none was like her. She was moaning like its was her last day on earth. My dick was in her ass and I was holding her hairs to make her realize who was in charge here. She was completely submissive and like any other woman she loved it. This is the thing with women, you have to make them realize that they are made for submission.
Hi, I am Aryan and this is my story. We will come to the abovementioned part but first I am gonna tell you my past experiences and how they made me the person I am today. I am proud of this particularly but when life gives u melons you shouldn't complain.
**IMPORTANT**
This is slowly building (well not too slowly) story and has been inspired from real life incidences from my life. Now lets get back the story.
PART 1:
I was born in Delhi in early nineties. My father at that time owned largest jewelry business of Delhi. I was lucky to be born in a wealthy family. Things were quite easier for me from the time I was born. But, When I was 6 yrs my mother died while giving birth to my sister. Apparently she was suffering from a heart condition called as Aortic Stenosis and the doctors advised her not to get pregnant again after I was born. But, the desire to have a female child drove her to become pregnant again. She died on table in OT while having Caeserian Section. My father love my mother more than anything in life and her sudden demise pushed him into alcoholism and frequently visiting prostitutes.
Anyway, time moved on and after 2 years of her death my father married someone else. A bimbo and gold digger whom he met in Mumbai. She was quite younger than my father and charmed him from her beauty. I was very unhappy on the prospect of having a Stepmom but my father consoled me and told me that she makes him happy.
Jewelry is a risky business. You have to be constantly on guard as there is always a real possibility that you might get robbed. Well that exactly happened with my father when i was 14 years old. He was returning from one of his showrooms. One of his personal bodyguard betrayed him and colluded with the robbers. My father was gunned down near Karol Bagh in Delhi as he tried to resist the robbery. He was killed along with his driver and the robbers were never found. I remember I was in college when the principal called me and told me that I need to go to home. My driver was waiting for me outside. I was confused why was I being called home so early. When I reached home i found everyone sitting in my house along with my father's body. He was a good man and everyone mourned him.
Well time heals everything and after few months everything became almost normal. My uncle was handling the business, money was good and I continued my college. One day in college i wasn't feeling too well and decided to come back to home. When I reached home I saw something which completely changed my life. When I reached home no one was there. I called my stepmom many times but no response. Her cell phone was lying at the sofa. So I assumed she must have forgot it while going out. Then I heard some muffled voices from her bedroom. I approached her bedroom and the sound got louder. I slowly opened the door partially and saw my stepmom on her knees and sucking the dick of our household servant Ramu. Her back was facing me so she couldn't see me and Ramu's eyes were closed. He was addressing her as randi and told her to suck harder. I couldn't look more and closed the door. Later in the day i went to see my best friend Rohit. Rohit was the son of a big property developer in Delhi. He was bit elder than me but we developed a nice bond. He was also popular among girls and was seen frequently with girls much older than him.
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