10-03-2020, 05:46 PM
This story is about a girl named Neena. She’s 5 feet and 9 inches with 34-24-34 figure with a very fair complexion and a very gorgeous girl overall. She was a typical high class girl from Delhi who had a millionaire family. She had a few sex encounters but all her previous boy friends were too ‘soft’ in bed for her. She always wanted to try fucking her servant or the driver but was too scared of doing so. She wanted the feeling of being treating like a whore by someone who has never tasted rich white flesh before. She had no idea how to go about this and this was making her desperate day by day. (I’ll be writing in first person here on as Neena)
To satisfy my urges I started watching more and more porn on the internet. But I wanted to watch more Indian porn which wasn’t so freely available online as was western porn. The websites which had indian porn wanted a credit card and since all my bills went to my fathers office I didn’t want something unusual to come up on my statement. So I decided to go to a market to buy such CDs. These markets were generally very shaddy and hence I was a little skeptical in my plan. One such market is Palika Bazaar in New Delhi. So I decided to go there to buy some CDs.
I always wore western clothes and since I’m a tall, slim and well figured girl I get a lot of looks everywhere I go. Of course these looks were supposed to get worse when I visited a shaddy black market like Palika Bazaar. As suspected the place was full of filthy people who were chewing the filthy pan masala and had red mouths. The walls were painted with their spits and every nook and cranny smelled like it had been used for peeing. Anyway, when I entered the market I got some very funny looks from every person around there as expected. I found a lot of shops selling pirated movies but I just couldn’t go to any shop and ask for a blue film as that would have been very embarrassing. So I decided to go to the first floor where there were fewer shops and even fewer customers. The moment I went up to the first floor every shop keeper tried to sell me their product by yelling what they had. But all I wanted was some movies. A few delhi lafangas even formed a small group and started to follow me around and kept eyeing me from head to toe. I didn’t mind that but it surely scared me a lot. I anyway concentrated on what I was there for and finally went to a very small shop which didn’t have any customer and just one man sitting there. The shop had very little or hardly any stock as compared to the other shops which really surprised me but the fact that it didn’t have much customers now made sense. A middle aged guy was sitting behind the counter and asked me how could he help me. He was chewing the same disgusting pan and spoke while he was chewing the crap. As I said he was a middle aged man, he had a moustache and the same old disgusting 80s hair cut with long permed hair at the back of the head. He was a tall and broad fellow but unlike other shop keepers he was a bit fitter and didn’t have a pot belly coming out of his shirt.
So he asked me: “Haanji kya chahiye madam?”
I replied: “Kuch movies ki CDs chahiye”
He asked me : “English ya hindi?”
I replied: “Hindi”
So now he started showing me bollywood hindi movies so after quickly scanning through a few of them I said:
“Mujhe bollywood movies nahi chahiye, koi aur CDs nahi hai kya?”
I almost froze when I said those words.
He said: “Madam south indian movies to hum rakhtey nahi, bhojpuri aur punjabi movies hain, woh dikhao?”
I replied: “Nahi woh bhi nahi”
So he said: “Phir aur to bas madam double X ya triple X hi aur hoti hai.”
I replied: “Haan woh dikha do please.”
The guy was a little surprised and with a little smirk he gave me a lusty look towards me and went under the counter to get a black bag with a bunch of XXX movies. He took out the hindi ones and put them in front of me.
I started looking at them slowly with my eyes on the movies as I didn’t have the guts to look up in his eyes. Whereas I was quite sure that he was still looking at me with his lustful eyes. So to break the awkward silence I said: “In mein se kaunsi kaunsi achi hai?”
He replied: “Madam saari hi achi hain, hum to dekhtey nahi. Hum to direct phudi hi martey hain, CD mein kya rakha hain.”
I was stunned to hear those words and I looked at him with my jaw dropped. The guy was looking at me and smiling. I was speechless and froze till my bone. So I just took out a couple of the CDs and asked them to pack them for me. While doing so he told me the bill and I started to open my purse and search for the amount. While I was doing so he said:
“Madam waise in CDs mein kuch nahi rakha, aapko asli cheez try karni chahiye. Aap bolo toh mein aapki help kar sakta hu aur aap kuch paise bhi kama lengi.”
I didn’t know what to say but I thought this was probably the opportunity I’ve been looking for. So I got a hold of myself and said:
“Woh kaise?”
He said:
“Madam mera ek dost hai uska yehi business hai. Customer woh leke aata hai aur aapko commision milti hai har customer par. Aapko mazaa aur paise dono milengey. Woh yeh business apne ghar se hi chalata hai, toh jagah bhi safe hai.”
Just the words coming out of his mouth made me wet and I was speechless with fright. I didn’t know what to do or so but of course I had to say ‘No’ as I didn’t even know this guy. I replied:
“Nahi nahi thank you, mein aisi nahi hu”
He said: “Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi CD dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat karna.”
I don’t know what happened to me but I decided to give it a try and said OK. But I told him that I couldn’t stay for long as I have to be back home soon. It was about 11 am in the morning at that time. Also, I inquired about the place and all as I didn’t want it to be anywhere near where I lived or near any of my relatives places. He named some village near an Industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which is very isolated from the residential areas so I was satisfied.
He asked me to leave my car here itself as it would take too long to reach there by car and he took out his motorcycle. It took us about 40 mins to reach there and the place was a sight. The place was a very very filthy area and was about 2 km on a muddy pathway from the main road. I never knew that such places existed in Delhi. All the building there were one to two storey and were just brick buildings with no paint or rendering on them. The road leading inside the village was wide enough for just one car to fit and hence all we found there were cycles, scooters and motorcycles. There were no asphalt roads and hence just a path made of stones and mud. Being an offshoot from a main road and being such a remote area it was full of so many people and so many small shops. I always wondered were all the cheap and menial labourers lived and now I knew. Everyone from the menial bricklayer to the jamadars and MCD karamcharis infested the colony and this was the place they called home. I was petrified to be here and had even lost track of my way back to the main road. Ultimately, we stopped in front of a very old and broken down building which had it’s brick skeleton on display just like the other building without any paint or plastering on them. All the buildings seemed like they were abandoned half way through there construction but I guess thats how these people lived.
After parking the bike the guy guided me to the entrance of the building and then we walked our way to the first floor of the building. There were no doors or windows anywhere in the building. Rooms which people wanted to block off where bolted shut with old timber ply’s and curtains were used instead of doors and windows everywhere. On the first floor we were greeted by a tall guy in a kurta payjama and a crew cut. He seemed veyr much like a haryana jaat and the moment he met the shop keeper and spoke, his accent confirmed that he really was one.
I was made to stand near the main entrance next to staircase of the first floor while those two guys went on one side to talk with each other. From where I was standing I couldn’t get a good look of the entire place but I just saw two rooms which again used curtains instead of doors. After about five minutes a girl in a towel came out from one of the rooms. Her hair were open and she came out while attempting to tie her hair. She was just wearing a towel around her. She was a typical house maid looking type of a girl with a slightly overweight figure. A few moments after that a guy came out of the same room while buttoning his shirt. When he went pass by the girl he took out five hundred rupee notes and gave it in the girls hands and started to walk towards me as I was standing next to the staircase exit. While approaching me he kept on looking at me from head to toe. When he came near me he stood still and looked at me from head to toe and started to touch me to on my waist and then work his way up to my breasts. I tried to stop him but it was no luck. So the haryanwi jat shouted at him and asked him to leave me alone. So he walked pass by me and went down. Now I saw the shop keeper getting handed a bunch of notes by the jaat and then they shook hands and started walking towards me.
The shopkeeper came to me and while pointing to the jaat said: “Madam yeh hai Ghumar Singh, yeh aapka khayal rakhengey ab. Aap inke saath jayiye”
Ghumar Singh took hold of my arm guided me inside the flat. There were rooms on both sides and just had curtains on the entrances. Ghumar Singh then in his thick jaat accent said:
“Aayo madam, ab aap ithar kaam karogi. Teri choot ka pehle mein test drive lunga phir tu kaam par lag jayiyo.”
This really scared me but excited me too. My wish of being treated like a whore was coming true. But the fact that I would be working here scared me as my understanding was that I would just try it once and if I didn’t like it I could turn it down. But looking at the place and with the kind of people around me I didn’t want to open my mouth in rebellion or even ask a simple question. I decided to see how things go and if things got too out of hand I’ll do something about it then.
Ghumar Singh took me to one of the many rooms there and closed the curtain behind him when he entered. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire room smelled like shit and pee. The entire room had a very dim feel to it. The bed looked very rickety and the bedspread which looked like it hadn’t ever been washed. Apart from that it had a blanket on it. The entire room reminded me of my servant’s room, but that was still neater than this. The room was just big enough for the bed and two more people to stand in it. It was like a train compartment or a small quarter on a ship. The room was sealed with very thing cardboard plys on both ends. It seemed like a bigger room was divided in smaller rooms using those plys. This made me realise why the urinal was so close to the bed, as maybe the toilet part of the bigger room was used to make this as a separate room. I guess it was obvious to have such small rooms when in the prostitution business, after all turnover is everything. The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had used every bit of real estate available to make money by making more rooms for the girls.
Ghumar Singh was about 6 feet and 3 inches tall, very broad and a muscular looking guy. He wasn’t ripped muscular instead just big and muscular. Had a slight pot belly like all indian men and had a very distinct smell to him which would make any female puke. He had very lustful eyes, which were always red I guess due to the pan masala that he kept on chewing, which also explained his red mouth and tongue. He wore a sky blue coloured kurta pyajama and has a very typical haryanwi jaat accent.
After entering the room, he said:
“Chal ab nangi hoja phata phat, aur apni taangey kholke bistar par let ja, hum bhi to dekhe gori chut kaise lagti hai”
He had a very distinct smirk on his face when he said that and spitted out some pan masala spit while saying this on the well next to the bed where he was supposed to fuck me.
This was it, I said to myself. The transition from what I was to a big slut. I closed my eyes for a second to give myself some strength and then decided to go ahead with it as I had come so far anyway. I was wearing a long length skirt with a halter top which was sticking to my boobs. I took out my top first which exposed the black laced bra which I was wearing and accenting my boobs perfectly. i have a very tiny waste so my 34 boobs look more like 38, plus they’re very very firm and amazing to lick I’ve been told. To add that, I have pink nipples and my clean shaven pussy too is pink unlike other brown pussy which indian girls have.
After I took off my top I started to take my skirt off, and I saw Ghumar Singh massaging his dick through his pyajama while I was doing that. I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I dropped my skirt, I was standing in front of him in just my lingerie. I then started to pick up my clothes so that I could keep them on the side neatly but just then Ghumar Singh interrupted and said:
“Arey Itna time lagayegi toh customer pareshaan ho jayega”
Then he kicked my dress to one side of the room with his feet and walked towards me. Very roughly he tore my bra and threw it on the edge of the bed and then he pushed me on the bed. I gasped when I fell on the bed and before I could get back in control he grabbed my panties and took them off and threw them again. There I was naked in front of a stranger waiting to get fucked.
He saw me lying there naked for a minute and then took off his kurta and then his pyajama. I was shocked to see him naked and asked myself as to what I was doing there naked. He was like a beast with hair all over his body and I guess never heard the word hygiene in his life. His dick was thicker than my arm and was atleast 9 inches long. It was standing erect and staring at me like a monster. It was extremely black in colour with a purple coloured head at the end. I was terrified to see it and I knew I couldn’t take that in my pussy. I have a camel toe pussy and it’s very young and fresh, I never had been fucked by a dick even half the size of his. So, I just got up in a frenzy and told him:
“Mein itna bada nahi le sakti, I’m sorry mein yeh nahi kar sakti”
I started to get up from the bed, but just then he pushed me back on the bed and said:
“Tere se koi puch raha hai kya ki tu yeh kar sakti hai ya nahi? Chup chap leti reh varna ek chamat maroonga sari akad nikal jayegi. Yeh tere baap ka ghar nahi hai jaha jo tu chahegi wohi hoga, yaha tu ek randi hai aur mein tera dalal, jo mein boloonga tu wohi karegi”
I got so scared listening to him that I had no option left. I just laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I had never been so terrified in my life.
Ghumar Singh then took hold of my legs and spread them wide open and then started to lick my pussy. He was eating my pussy like a dog eating meat rather than licking it. Although it felt good but all I could imagine was him tearing my pussy and I was very scared for that. After a little licking my pussy got wet and then he decided it was enough of that and he pushed me back in the middle of the bed and came on top of me. He started to suck my boobs and bit my pink nipples which made me shout a bit, but that only made him enjoy more. He then came up to my face and held my head by my hair and started to kiss me. He put his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the pan masala which he was chewing and so I started to gag and become sick. When he saw me doing that he pushed my hair back further by my hair and kissed me more and deeper and harder. I was already in tears. When he stopped kissing me, he saw me crying and started to laugh and said:
“Abhi se tere aasu nikal gaye, abhi to meiney tujhe chodhana bhi shuru nahi kiya. Koi baat nahi, le mera lund choos ab, tera rona band ho jayega.”
He then came up on the bed, sat over my face with his legs on either side of my face and his dick directly over my mouth. He held me by my hair and asked me to open my mouth and take it in. I hesitantly opened my mouth and started to lick his dick a little. Unsatisfied, he pushed his dick inside my mouth which made me sick and I started to gag. He didn’t seem to care and so didn’t take out his dick from my mouth. Slowly, I get a little used to it and started to lick it better. But I was unable to take even half of his dick in my mouth and this really scared me as my pussy was so much very smaller than my mouth.
Now, he got up and said:
“Aaj tujhe janaat ki saer karata hu apne lund ke saath.”
He then sat in front of my pussy and open my legs wide apart. He positioned his dick near my pussy and started to enter. It was an unbearable sight for me to see so I had closed my eyes. I was holding on to anything for some support and had my hands on the edge of the bed and was praying for it not to hurt. Just then there was a surge of pain and he was in my pussy. I shouted and screamed in pain. This just made him laugh and made me more horny. He said:
“Arey abhi to aadha bhi nahi gaya ander. Tu ek baar pura lele gi phir kabhi bahar nahi nikalna chahegi. Mere pao padegi chudney ke liye.”
He started laughing more after saying this and started to enter more in me. This made me scream more and I started to cry like a baby and started to push him away. Just then he took hold of my hands and pinned then behind my head and started to go in and out of my pussy slowly a few times. While he did that, it did hurt me but also started to feel nice and sensual. Hearing my cry and screaming, two of the working girls came in to our room and stood by the bed to watch us. One of them said:
“Abey Ghumar yeh memsahib ko kaha se pakad ke le aaya. Yeh to tere saap se mar jayegi.”
She started to squeeze my boobs while saying this.
To this Ghumar replied:
“Memsahib to randi hai ab. Aaj se mere saap ki puja karegi yeh.”
Everyone in the room was laughing at this and i was in tears.
Now Ghumar Singh started to fuck me faster and harder. He was all over my body, kissing my mouth, neck, boobs, arms, licking my face. I was wet in his saliva and my pussy juice was all over his ‘saap’. I was enjoying myself now but the pain was still there and I wished for it to just disappear.
He was fucking me so hard now that there was a slapping noise of his balls against my hips and I was so wet that I had cummed all over his dick. Soon he decided to cum too. Just before he was ready to shoot his cum, he took out his dick and sprayed it all over my upper body. He then gasped for some breath and then decided to get up.
I was exhausted and didnt have the energy to move a muscle. I was lying naked there with my legs still open and my pussy on display with my eyes closed and I was rolled in a mixture of my sweat and Ghumar’s sweat and sperm.
To satisfy my urges I started watching more and more porn on the internet. But I wanted to watch more Indian porn which wasn’t so freely available online as was western porn. The websites which had indian porn wanted a credit card and since all my bills went to my fathers office I didn’t want something unusual to come up on my statement. So I decided to go to a market to buy such CDs. These markets were generally very shaddy and hence I was a little skeptical in my plan. One such market is Palika Bazaar in New Delhi. So I decided to go there to buy some CDs.
I always wore western clothes and since I’m a tall, slim and well figured girl I get a lot of looks everywhere I go. Of course these looks were supposed to get worse when I visited a shaddy black market like Palika Bazaar. As suspected the place was full of filthy people who were chewing the filthy pan masala and had red mouths. The walls were painted with their spits and every nook and cranny smelled like it had been used for peeing. Anyway, when I entered the market I got some very funny looks from every person around there as expected. I found a lot of shops selling pirated movies but I just couldn’t go to any shop and ask for a blue film as that would have been very embarrassing. So I decided to go to the first floor where there were fewer shops and even fewer customers. The moment I went up to the first floor every shop keeper tried to sell me their product by yelling what they had. But all I wanted was some movies. A few delhi lafangas even formed a small group and started to follow me around and kept eyeing me from head to toe. I didn’t mind that but it surely scared me a lot. I anyway concentrated on what I was there for and finally went to a very small shop which didn’t have any customer and just one man sitting there. The shop had very little or hardly any stock as compared to the other shops which really surprised me but the fact that it didn’t have much customers now made sense. A middle aged guy was sitting behind the counter and asked me how could he help me. He was chewing the same disgusting pan and spoke while he was chewing the crap. As I said he was a middle aged man, he had a moustache and the same old disgusting 80s hair cut with long permed hair at the back of the head. He was a tall and broad fellow but unlike other shop keepers he was a bit fitter and didn’t have a pot belly coming out of his shirt.
So he asked me: “Haanji kya chahiye madam?”
I replied: “Kuch movies ki CDs chahiye”
He asked me : “English ya hindi?”
I replied: “Hindi”
So now he started showing me bollywood hindi movies so after quickly scanning through a few of them I said:
“Mujhe bollywood movies nahi chahiye, koi aur CDs nahi hai kya?”
I almost froze when I said those words.
He said: “Madam south indian movies to hum rakhtey nahi, bhojpuri aur punjabi movies hain, woh dikhao?”
I replied: “Nahi woh bhi nahi”
So he said: “Phir aur to bas madam double X ya triple X hi aur hoti hai.”
I replied: “Haan woh dikha do please.”
The guy was a little surprised and with a little smirk he gave me a lusty look towards me and went under the counter to get a black bag with a bunch of XXX movies. He took out the hindi ones and put them in front of me.
I started looking at them slowly with my eyes on the movies as I didn’t have the guts to look up in his eyes. Whereas I was quite sure that he was still looking at me with his lustful eyes. So to break the awkward silence I said: “In mein se kaunsi kaunsi achi hai?”
He replied: “Madam saari hi achi hain, hum to dekhtey nahi. Hum to direct phudi hi martey hain, CD mein kya rakha hain.”
I was stunned to hear those words and I looked at him with my jaw dropped. The guy was looking at me and smiling. I was speechless and froze till my bone. So I just took out a couple of the CDs and asked them to pack them for me. While doing so he told me the bill and I started to open my purse and search for the amount. While I was doing so he said:
“Madam waise in CDs mein kuch nahi rakha, aapko asli cheez try karni chahiye. Aap bolo toh mein aapki help kar sakta hu aur aap kuch paise bhi kama lengi.”
I didn’t know what to say but I thought this was probably the opportunity I’ve been looking for. So I got a hold of myself and said:
“Woh kaise?”
He said:
“Madam mera ek dost hai uska yehi business hai. Customer woh leke aata hai aur aapko commision milti hai har customer par. Aapko mazaa aur paise dono milengey. Woh yeh business apne ghar se hi chalata hai, toh jagah bhi safe hai.”
Just the words coming out of his mouth made me wet and I was speechless with fright. I didn’t know what to do or so but of course I had to say ‘No’ as I didn’t even know this guy. I replied:
“Nahi nahi thank you, mein aisi nahi hu”
He said: “Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi CD dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat karna.”
I don’t know what happened to me but I decided to give it a try and said OK. But I told him that I couldn’t stay for long as I have to be back home soon. It was about 11 am in the morning at that time. Also, I inquired about the place and all as I didn’t want it to be anywhere near where I lived or near any of my relatives places. He named some village near an Industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which is very isolated from the residential areas so I was satisfied.
He asked me to leave my car here itself as it would take too long to reach there by car and he took out his motorcycle. It took us about 40 mins to reach there and the place was a sight. The place was a very very filthy area and was about 2 km on a muddy pathway from the main road. I never knew that such places existed in Delhi. All the building there were one to two storey and were just brick buildings with no paint or rendering on them. The road leading inside the village was wide enough for just one car to fit and hence all we found there were cycles, scooters and motorcycles. There were no asphalt roads and hence just a path made of stones and mud. Being an offshoot from a main road and being such a remote area it was full of so many people and so many small shops. I always wondered were all the cheap and menial labourers lived and now I knew. Everyone from the menial bricklayer to the jamadars and MCD karamcharis infested the colony and this was the place they called home. I was petrified to be here and had even lost track of my way back to the main road. Ultimately, we stopped in front of a very old and broken down building which had it’s brick skeleton on display just like the other building without any paint or plastering on them. All the buildings seemed like they were abandoned half way through there construction but I guess thats how these people lived.
After parking the bike the guy guided me to the entrance of the building and then we walked our way to the first floor of the building. There were no doors or windows anywhere in the building. Rooms which people wanted to block off where bolted shut with old timber ply’s and curtains were used instead of doors and windows everywhere. On the first floor we were greeted by a tall guy in a kurta payjama and a crew cut. He seemed veyr much like a haryana jaat and the moment he met the shop keeper and spoke, his accent confirmed that he really was one.
I was made to stand near the main entrance next to staircase of the first floor while those two guys went on one side to talk with each other. From where I was standing I couldn’t get a good look of the entire place but I just saw two rooms which again used curtains instead of doors. After about five minutes a girl in a towel came out from one of the rooms. Her hair were open and she came out while attempting to tie her hair. She was just wearing a towel around her. She was a typical house maid looking type of a girl with a slightly overweight figure. A few moments after that a guy came out of the same room while buttoning his shirt. When he went pass by the girl he took out five hundred rupee notes and gave it in the girls hands and started to walk towards me as I was standing next to the staircase exit. While approaching me he kept on looking at me from head to toe. When he came near me he stood still and looked at me from head to toe and started to touch me to on my waist and then work his way up to my breasts. I tried to stop him but it was no luck. So the haryanwi jat shouted at him and asked him to leave me alone. So he walked pass by me and went down. Now I saw the shop keeper getting handed a bunch of notes by the jaat and then they shook hands and started walking towards me.
The shopkeeper came to me and while pointing to the jaat said: “Madam yeh hai Ghumar Singh, yeh aapka khayal rakhengey ab. Aap inke saath jayiye”
Ghumar Singh took hold of my arm guided me inside the flat. There were rooms on both sides and just had curtains on the entrances. Ghumar Singh then in his thick jaat accent said:
“Aayo madam, ab aap ithar kaam karogi. Teri choot ka pehle mein test drive lunga phir tu kaam par lag jayiyo.”
This really scared me but excited me too. My wish of being treated like a whore was coming true. But the fact that I would be working here scared me as my understanding was that I would just try it once and if I didn’t like it I could turn it down. But looking at the place and with the kind of people around me I didn’t want to open my mouth in rebellion or even ask a simple question. I decided to see how things go and if things got too out of hand I’ll do something about it then.
Ghumar Singh took me to one of the many rooms there and closed the curtain behind him when he entered. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire room smelled like shit and pee. The entire room had a very dim feel to it. The bed looked very rickety and the bedspread which looked like it hadn’t ever been washed. Apart from that it had a blanket on it. The entire room reminded me of my servant’s room, but that was still neater than this. The room was just big enough for the bed and two more people to stand in it. It was like a train compartment or a small quarter on a ship. The room was sealed with very thing cardboard plys on both ends. It seemed like a bigger room was divided in smaller rooms using those plys. This made me realise why the urinal was so close to the bed, as maybe the toilet part of the bigger room was used to make this as a separate room. I guess it was obvious to have such small rooms when in the prostitution business, after all turnover is everything. The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had used every bit of real estate available to make money by making more rooms for the girls.
Ghumar Singh was about 6 feet and 3 inches tall, very broad and a muscular looking guy. He wasn’t ripped muscular instead just big and muscular. Had a slight pot belly like all indian men and had a very distinct smell to him which would make any female puke. He had very lustful eyes, which were always red I guess due to the pan masala that he kept on chewing, which also explained his red mouth and tongue. He wore a sky blue coloured kurta pyajama and has a very typical haryanwi jaat accent.
After entering the room, he said:
“Chal ab nangi hoja phata phat, aur apni taangey kholke bistar par let ja, hum bhi to dekhe gori chut kaise lagti hai”
He had a very distinct smirk on his face when he said that and spitted out some pan masala spit while saying this on the well next to the bed where he was supposed to fuck me.
This was it, I said to myself. The transition from what I was to a big slut. I closed my eyes for a second to give myself some strength and then decided to go ahead with it as I had come so far anyway. I was wearing a long length skirt with a halter top which was sticking to my boobs. I took out my top first which exposed the black laced bra which I was wearing and accenting my boobs perfectly. i have a very tiny waste so my 34 boobs look more like 38, plus they’re very very firm and amazing to lick I’ve been told. To add that, I have pink nipples and my clean shaven pussy too is pink unlike other brown pussy which indian girls have.
After I took off my top I started to take my skirt off, and I saw Ghumar Singh massaging his dick through his pyajama while I was doing that. I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I dropped my skirt, I was standing in front of him in just my lingerie. I then started to pick up my clothes so that I could keep them on the side neatly but just then Ghumar Singh interrupted and said:
“Arey Itna time lagayegi toh customer pareshaan ho jayega”
Then he kicked my dress to one side of the room with his feet and walked towards me. Very roughly he tore my bra and threw it on the edge of the bed and then he pushed me on the bed. I gasped when I fell on the bed and before I could get back in control he grabbed my panties and took them off and threw them again. There I was naked in front of a stranger waiting to get fucked.
He saw me lying there naked for a minute and then took off his kurta and then his pyajama. I was shocked to see him naked and asked myself as to what I was doing there naked. He was like a beast with hair all over his body and I guess never heard the word hygiene in his life. His dick was thicker than my arm and was atleast 9 inches long. It was standing erect and staring at me like a monster. It was extremely black in colour with a purple coloured head at the end. I was terrified to see it and I knew I couldn’t take that in my pussy. I have a camel toe pussy and it’s very young and fresh, I never had been fucked by a dick even half the size of his. So, I just got up in a frenzy and told him:
“Mein itna bada nahi le sakti, I’m sorry mein yeh nahi kar sakti”
I started to get up from the bed, but just then he pushed me back on the bed and said:
“Tere se koi puch raha hai kya ki tu yeh kar sakti hai ya nahi? Chup chap leti reh varna ek chamat maroonga sari akad nikal jayegi. Yeh tere baap ka ghar nahi hai jaha jo tu chahegi wohi hoga, yaha tu ek randi hai aur mein tera dalal, jo mein boloonga tu wohi karegi”
I got so scared listening to him that I had no option left. I just laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I had never been so terrified in my life.
Ghumar Singh then took hold of my legs and spread them wide open and then started to lick my pussy. He was eating my pussy like a dog eating meat rather than licking it. Although it felt good but all I could imagine was him tearing my pussy and I was very scared for that. After a little licking my pussy got wet and then he decided it was enough of that and he pushed me back in the middle of the bed and came on top of me. He started to suck my boobs and bit my pink nipples which made me shout a bit, but that only made him enjoy more. He then came up to my face and held my head by my hair and started to kiss me. He put his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the pan masala which he was chewing and so I started to gag and become sick. When he saw me doing that he pushed my hair back further by my hair and kissed me more and deeper and harder. I was already in tears. When he stopped kissing me, he saw me crying and started to laugh and said:
“Abhi se tere aasu nikal gaye, abhi to meiney tujhe chodhana bhi shuru nahi kiya. Koi baat nahi, le mera lund choos ab, tera rona band ho jayega.”
He then came up on the bed, sat over my face with his legs on either side of my face and his dick directly over my mouth. He held me by my hair and asked me to open my mouth and take it in. I hesitantly opened my mouth and started to lick his dick a little. Unsatisfied, he pushed his dick inside my mouth which made me sick and I started to gag. He didn’t seem to care and so didn’t take out his dick from my mouth. Slowly, I get a little used to it and started to lick it better. But I was unable to take even half of his dick in my mouth and this really scared me as my pussy was so much very smaller than my mouth.
Now, he got up and said:
“Aaj tujhe janaat ki saer karata hu apne lund ke saath.”
He then sat in front of my pussy and open my legs wide apart. He positioned his dick near my pussy and started to enter. It was an unbearable sight for me to see so I had closed my eyes. I was holding on to anything for some support and had my hands on the edge of the bed and was praying for it not to hurt. Just then there was a surge of pain and he was in my pussy. I shouted and screamed in pain. This just made him laugh and made me more horny. He said:
“Arey abhi to aadha bhi nahi gaya ander. Tu ek baar pura lele gi phir kabhi bahar nahi nikalna chahegi. Mere pao padegi chudney ke liye.”
He started laughing more after saying this and started to enter more in me. This made me scream more and I started to cry like a baby and started to push him away. Just then he took hold of my hands and pinned then behind my head and started to go in and out of my pussy slowly a few times. While he did that, it did hurt me but also started to feel nice and sensual. Hearing my cry and screaming, two of the working girls came in to our room and stood by the bed to watch us. One of them said:
“Abey Ghumar yeh memsahib ko kaha se pakad ke le aaya. Yeh to tere saap se mar jayegi.”
She started to squeeze my boobs while saying this.
To this Ghumar replied:
“Memsahib to randi hai ab. Aaj se mere saap ki puja karegi yeh.”
Everyone in the room was laughing at this and i was in tears.
Now Ghumar Singh started to fuck me faster and harder. He was all over my body, kissing my mouth, neck, boobs, arms, licking my face. I was wet in his saliva and my pussy juice was all over his ‘saap’. I was enjoying myself now but the pain was still there and I wished for it to just disappear.
He was fucking me so hard now that there was a slapping noise of his balls against my hips and I was so wet that I had cummed all over his dick. Soon he decided to cum too. Just before he was ready to shoot his cum, he took out his dick and sprayed it all over my upper body. He then gasped for some breath and then decided to get up.
I was exhausted and didnt have the energy to move a muscle. I was lying naked there with my legs still open and my pussy on display with my eyes closed and I was rolled in a mixture of my sweat and Ghumar’s sweat and sperm.
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