Adultery Rich girl Jyoti Ruined& Reduced to a Low Class Common Whore

[RRahul]

Jyoti was totally mortified as his cock was now filling up her entire throat and she couldn’t breathe, the cock had slid past her tonsils and entering her throat directly, she watched with teary eyes as her mouth unvoluntarily reached to the bast of his cock until her chin rested against his heavy balls and her nose was at the base of his massive forested and matted pubic hair…. He kept her there for some time and then with a beastly groan, she watched his tennis ball sized balls twitch as she soon felt an absolute torrent of hot liquid down her throat and into her stomach….




Imran- Leh Rundi Le mera maal apne muh me, nigal le mere pani kooooooo (take it whore, take my cum into your mouth and drink all of it)

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRr



Jyoti’s almost felt full as her stomach was filled with bursts of shooting cum directly into her stomach, she jerked back as the cock slid out of her throat, one shot was given into her throat, another while the cock reached her mouth…. She could feel the heavy saltiness of the liquid as her mouth filled with the hot potent liquid and she was forced to drink some of it, and the rest dribbled out of her mouth was a whore and still rest of his ejaculant landed in gobs on her eyes, hair, face, lips, and boobs, her entire face was covered in a glaze of white cum, as she lay there stunned…..



Imran- AAAAhhh AAAAAAahhhh he was panting form the effort and watching his handiwork, but this was only the beginning, the beast was awoken and he would take everything from her…









Both Jyoti and Imran were lying in a state of disbelief, Imran had gotten fantastic blowjobs before by experienced whores but nothing beads a amature blowjob by a virgin. There is just something about the flustered face, the dischevaled hair, the resistance you feel in her mouth, the occasional clamping down of teeth that an experienced man finds irrisistable. So if you are getting a blowjob and you find the girl either take two sips of water first, or fix her hair in a bun behind her head or open her necklace for fear of getting cum stains then you can know that you have an experienced bitch on your hand. And if even after that, the blowjob was lousy then you can blame only her that after sucking on so many cocks, she couldn’t fix her game, anyways.... Imran was lying there panting from the very notion that he got such an elite and high class bitch to suck on her pauper cock which was covered with a shiny film of saliva, gobs of mucus and his own cum, his matted pubic hair was now wet from the intermingling of the above mentioned juices. Jyoti on the other hand was lying on the bed ass up, boob down, head over the edge of the bed coughing, spitting& trying to get the rancid taste of his cum out of her mouth.... but try as she might it wasn’t possible. 



The rancid taste, the acrid smell was in her nose, coated on her tongue, between her teeth, down her throat, in her stomach.... essentially it had permeated her soul. Why am I saying so? It’s because it’s important to break a female only once, those of you who have been with, or fucked a girl would know that it’s only difficult the first time. It’s difficult to first hold her hand, then it’s difficult to put your hands around her, afterwards, it’s hard to get the first kiss, then to caress her boobs, finger her pussy& then ultimately to fuck her pussy. It’s like a relay race, the point you left off is the point the other guy has to start from. Many times the author (me) had met a girl and noticed that this girl was letting me kiss her but was hesitant in letting me touch her boobs, or that this girl had no trouble opening her top in front of me but why shy in opening her lower.... It’s because that’s the point where the previous guy had left her in. Anyways getting back to the story.







Imran opened his eyes to see what his fucktoy was upto, what he saw made his cock twitch in attention again, her marble white body with huge tits mashed on his bed, and her bulbous ass rising like a mountain confined in her tight, conture hugging jeans. He gave her massive ass a tight slap, which made her cheeks vibrate and then he held her arm and raised her up so that both of them were sitting facing each other. He was proud to see gobs of cum still sticking to her face, lips, hair and down her boobs, then he saw something which amused him, she was wearing an expensive necklace, it was two golden chains intertwined and a beautiful pendant of blue emerald, but now it was coated with his slimy cum, the contrast between this extreme opulence and his dirt cheap cum made him smile that no matter how wealthy a woman become or how much you pamper her with money, the organ between her legs will always weep for a long, thick, hard and dirty cock




. He put his hands under his bed and grabbed a dirty hankerchief, and before Jyoti could realize something he began to use it to wipe the cum off her face, hair and milk tankers... Jyoti could feel the crusty fabric on her face and smell the stale smell of dried cum.... Then Imran took the cloth and wiped his cock with it, taking care to clear under his foreskin, and his pubic hair. Jyoti was left speechless, she now realized that this cloth was actually not a regular hankerchief but a used rag specially kept to wipe cum& sweat between sessions. Jyoti was a girl who ordered imported creams worth thousands of rupees per bottle from the internet and applied it on her face, she was the kind of girl who would cover her face with her dupatta even when a slight breeze blew to shield it against the dust of Delhi. But here she was not getting a cum facial from a butcher class man. Imran realized her sudden realization of the situation. He threw the rag under the bed, from where it came and said.






Imran- “Hahaha yeh rumaal toh mera purana saathi hai, chudai sessions ke beech me isse mai rundiyo ke upper se leas, pasina aur mera lund saaf karta hu.... pata aaj tak 25 saalo me hazaro rundiyo ke upar se mera pani saaf kar chukka hai!” (hahaha see this hankerchief, this is my old friend, it’s used to wipe the cum and sweat from the whore’s faces and my cock after fucking sessions.... Do you know, in the past 25yrs it has wiped the faces of thousands of whores before you.)




Jyoti- “par yeh mere face pe kaise laga sakte ho, itni gandi cheez ko” (But how can you put it to my face, this dirty thing!)



Imran- “gandi cheez? Toh tu kaunsi pavitra hai???- yaha mere jaise aadme se apne milk tankers masalwane aur lund chusne ke baad???” (dirty thing? So are you so pure? After getting your milk tankers mauled& sucking my cock).




Jyoti was now silenced. This was the first time that someone had called her out on her bluff. It can be amazingly erotic of a hot girl when a guy has the balls to stand out for himself and call her bluff. She felt her pussy twitch at this act of bravado. Imran knew what was going on in her head, because although he was merely an illiterate pimp, he was an expert in reading psychology and micro-expressions. He noticed that while hearing this Jyoti subconsciously bit her lips a little bit and her pupils widened.





*Some points from the author- whenever you are with a girl, focus NOT on what she says (a woman’s words have little meaning) focus on what she does.... licking of lips, biting of lips, slightly rocking forward and backward, twirling of hair, etc. are all signs that she’s excited*





Imran seized on the moment and got up, Jyoti saw the massive monster stand up straight, his cock was now limp and reached down to half way his knees. It was almost like the vesteges of another leg. He walked to the other side of the bed behind Jyoti and in one swift motion, grabbed her by the armpits and like a child hauled her up. Jyoti let out a sharp shriek, “aaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” as she was yanked up, Imran effortlessly pinned her against the wall& spun her around so that now she was facing him. Her boobs jiggled with the sudden exersion. Imran took a moment to admire her exquisite beauty, he admired her angelic face, her swan like neck, marble complesion and most of all her massive mammoth milktankers and like a typical Punjabi girl they weren’t pointed or cone shaped but proper MILF shaped, bags of milk, slightly sagging


. He thought for a second that such boobs are only seen on mature women who are married, have been fucked by their husbands for years and have squeezed 2-3 kids from their pussies. How the hell does such a young girl (18-19yrs) old have such a mature chest??? He rested his questions aside and began to feast on the flower in front of him, he put his hands on both sides of her waist and caressed her body, he was lightly smooching her lips, she had closed her eyes by now, she was no longer looking at who this guy looked but rather she was lost in the moment.





*This is another thing with women, they are too much into the mood or feelings of things, no matter they said never mention “sex” always say “make love” or it’s not about what you say, it’s about how you made her feel. You can say the world’s best poetry, have the most rare flower and the most expensive chocolates but if you say it when she’s in a bad mood, then all your investment will be to waste. You have to think how it will make her feel, and not what is the content of what you’re saying.


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Okay so he was lightly kissing her, caressing her neck, nibbling her earlobe, and whispering romantic dialogues in her ear. She was like a lamb in the clutches of a butcher, she didn’t know what to do or how to reach, she was just enjoying the moment and totally lost in it. Imran then slipped his hands and was enjoying her massive mammaries. He was stroking them, squeezing them, running his thumbs on her areolas and nipples, flicking them, etc. Jyoti subconsciously then put her arms around the brute’s body to make it easier for him to exploit her boobs, seeing the compliance of this whore Imran’s once limp cock was also returning to action. It was slowly rising and hardening, like a primodial monster out of its winter sleep. Jyoti felt it rub against the fabric of her pants as it grew to its previous size and began to poke between her legs. Sensing the time is right. Imran pushed her against the wall further more and putting both his hands under her armpits again raised her up and lowered her so that his cock was now erect between her legs and she was now sitting on it. 




Jyoti felt like she was sitting on an iron rod, but it wasn’t made of iron, it was made of flesh and blood. She knew that she wasn’t like those size zero girls, her buxom Punjabi mom’s genes made sure of that, she knew that she weighed a good 65-70kgs with those massive milk tankers and massive ass... in fact few boys who have tried to lift her up in their arms have been able to do so, and here was this brute who was supporting her entire frame as she was comfortably sitting on his pole like cock. Her feet were off the ground and dangling in the air as her entire bodyweight rested on his cock, pushing against her pussy. If one were to see from the other side, one would see her massive ass and between her legs Imran’s massive monster supporting her like a branch supports a bird’s nest. Anyways..... form this position, her chest was on Imran’s face level, he took a moment to relish this sight before diving into it again. He was licking all over her marble skin like ice cream, and licking and flicking with his tongue her nipples like cherry. In between he gave a few surprised like lightly biting them which made Jyoti moan like “SSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssss” in pain and pleasure.




*If you are fondling the boobs of a female remember don’t focus only on her milk tankers, that is nothing, instead focus on fondling her nipples and if possible licking them. This mimicks the suckling of for milk and releases powerful hormone oxytocin which is responsible for maternal bonding.... ofcorse you’re not a child but anything which helps in bonding and making her crave your dick is fair game.*





Jyoti was completely lost, she had her hair dischevaled before her face and was herself enjoying receiving Imran’s kisses, smooches, bites, and groupes.... She was reduced to the lowest common denominator of sex and womanhood. She had released so much juices that Imran could feel them on his cock, it felt like she had pissed on herself. Jyoti could feel ever notch and bump on Imran’s dick although she was still wearing her clothes on her lower body, she kept rocking back and forth on her pole like seat as an attempt to excite herself. Imran noticed that she was completely out of it, she was using her hands to explore his back and dug in her nails whenever he bit her nipples...



. He had also secretly undid her belt and buttons, he was thinking that it would have been nice if this bitch had wore address, could have disrobed her like peeling a banana but this will be harder. Imran then slowly walked over to the bed, Jyoti still seated atop his cock, with her giant ass jiggling with every step he took. He gently laid her down, she knew that this episode of her fuck session was coming to an end but she didn’t want to end it, she resisted a little but holding onto his back, and clenching her ass cheeks tight around his cock, but Imran merely planted a deep messy smooch as he let her down, long strings of saliva extended from his mouth to hers showing the extent of the depravity....



 As she was being let down, Imran had cleverly with his thumbs on both hands grabbed the belt loops of her hips causing her to slip out of her pants as she fell onto the bed. Her considerable weight caused her pants to be peeled off her like a banana which Imran effortlessly pulled down and threw to a corner of the room. Before Jyoti could come to her senses she felt a breeze between her legs and sudden cold as the only thing which stood between her and total surrender was the thin, wet fabric of her panties. Imran briefly got a glimpse of the outline of her pussy petals through the sopping wet fabric before like a sleuse gate of a dam Jyoti slammed both her legs close exposesing her massive ass before Imran.......

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