Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

She moved away flicking her hair over her shoulder, trying to look sweet and innocent. She sat on the edge of the bed with the envelope next to her.





"Enough flirting," she said, more seriously. "I have a proposition for you Kajal."


"I thought as much."


I sat down next to her.


"How would you like to earn money tonight?"


I sat back in amazement.


"What?... How?..."


"Someone wants to fuck you, that's how."


"What?... Who?..."


I was open mouthed.





"One of our very important and wealthy clients. That's who."


"How does he even know who I am?"


"He's seen your films and paid handsomely for the privilege. He really likes you and has asked if he can spend the night with you, here, tonight."


"Tonight? That's not much notice. What does he look like?"


She passed me the envelope. Inside were some photos of an older man in a grey suit. He was ruggedly handsome and extremely well groomed. I would have certainly given him a second glance in the street. Maybe even a third. He was slim, looked in good shape and had dark hair with flecks of grey. I guessed he was late forties early fifties, but it was difficult to tell, he had aged well.


"Since when did I become a prostitute?" I asked, putting the photos back in the envelope and holding them out to Charmi.


"It's not like that. You can fuck him for free if it makes you feel better. It's not like he's some fat ugly guy. He's gorgeous and well presented. He pays us a lot of money and we want to keep him happy."


"I'm not just some fuck doll, you can whore out to clients," I snapped, throwing the envelope on her lap and getting up.


"Kajal, we both know what you are."


"Oh! Do we? What I am then?"





"You let five guys cum in your pussy. You let thirty guys cum all over you. You fucked your sisters ass and licked her pussy and made her cum. You took four cocks in your ass one after another. You fucked me so hard with a strap on that I could hardly walk the next day. That tells me what you are."


"A fucking whore?" I asked.


"No. Not a whore. Well maybe a bit, but you're more than that. You were born to fuck. You have the body for it and the mind. You've never shied away from anything we've made you do. You've embraced it and gave it more that was required. You are a sensational, gorgeous, wild, living sex toy. I've never met anyone like you."


She got up and stroked my back as I turned away from her, feeling angry, but also embarrassed.


"You're amazing at sex, that's all there is to it. This guy knows that and wants to reward you."


"By fucking me for money?"


"Yes and no. Don't you want some cock Kajal? It's been five weeks. Why not make some money out of enjoying a nice fat cock inside you."


She was trying to sound seductive to get me interested. It was working.



"Do you know he's got a nice fat cock or are you guessing?" I asked, turning to look her in the eye.


She backed up and put her hands about twelve inches apart, emphasizing his size.


"Fucking huge," she said, nodding and smiling.


"Twelve inches?"


"Ten and a half actually."


I felt my panties moisten.


"Fuck! That is huge," I said.


"Ten and a half inches of shaved, uncut cock, big heavy balls, full of cum just for you."


"You dirty bitch," I giggled. "You know just how to get me."


"So you'll do it?"


"Is he a heavy cummer?" I asked, licking my lips.





"Natalie's fucked him. She said he cums bucket loads. He fucked her twice actually in the same night."


"Natalie's fucked him? Why doesn't he just fuck her again then?"


"He wants you. He specifically asked for you."


"2 million," I said.


"What?"


"Tell him I'll do it for 2 million or not at all."


"I'll ask him then, but I'm not promising anything. Wait here I'll be right back."


She smacked my ass playfully and left the room.