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

[RRahul]

Imran used this opportunity to position her body as he wanted, he placed two pillows under dragger her to the edge of the bed where her legs were hanging off the edge and he was positioned behind her, 




he parted her legs and took position as to thrust from below and he began a gradual determined thrust until all of his cock was inside her ass and his matted pubic hair touched her ass and his balls hit her clit, then he withdrew until only his mushroom head was insider her ass, only to repeat again, as he did this a few times Jyoti was revived by the pleasure and pain.





 Imran pounded into her ass such that it was wildly vibrating and shaking each time his thighs bashed into her massive ass. THAP THAP THAP CHAT CHAT CHAT sounds filled the room. With each collision of his loins and her ass, her marble white ample ass shook like an earthquake. She was enjoing the dirty perverted reaming and so was Imran. It was the first time in his life that he was fucking such a beautiful and royal ass. Normally he was used to fucking only dark skinny asses but never this royal well fed aristocratic ass. 






He was lost in all of it; the realisation that he was fucking something that even the top businessmen in the city would pay a king’s ransom to get their hands on, the sight of her plump ass bouncing up and down on his dirty, black cock and the feeling of his cock being milked by her tight and strong ass muscles. 



Imran knew that he wouldn’t be lasting long, in fact had be been a normal man, he would have spilled his cum a long time ago, but it's only decades of experience and practice on thousands of girls which allowed him to stay in the game as long as he had. But whatever the case my be, it was time for him to spend himself. But being Imran that he is, he was going to make her beg for it.







Imran suddenly stopped pounding her ass and withdrew his cock completely from her ass, leaving a huge gaping home from where he ruined her ass. Jyoti felt a gold air rush into her hole and felt cold from the inside, a feeling that leave alone her even her mom or grand mom didn’t feel before. 



Jyoti was disturbed by the sudden withdrawal of the pleasure and began bucking her hips up and down to catch his cock on her ass and continue the perverse pleasure, but Imran only responded to her perverse desires but a strong and sharp slap across her ass. Jyoti was moaning and couldn’t stand it anymore and asked.




Jyoti- “ky….kya hua?” (Wh… What happened?)
Imran- “Mujhe ek problem hai” (I have a problem)
Jyoti- “kya” (what)


Imran- “Mujhe mera maal waste Karna pasand nehi” (I don't like wasting my stuff)


Jyoti- “Kya matlab? Kaunsa Maal?” (What do you mean, what stuff?)



Imran- “Wahi Maal jo Teri bacchedaani mai Tair raha hai” (the same stuff that’s swimming around in your womb)



Jyoti- “toh fir Andar daalo na?” (Then deposit it inside)


Imran- “nehi, Udhar nehi, main yeh maal sirf tere choot me daalunga” (no, not there, I will only deposit my load in your pussy)



Jyoti- “waha kyu?” (Why there)
Imran- “mera ek Sapna tha ki tere jaise ek mast maal ko pregnant Karunga aur tere kokh me apna beej daalunga” (I had a dream that one day I would make a hot stuff lady like you pregnant and deposit my hot cum in your womb)



Jyoti- “par who toh tum kar chuka Ho” (but you have already done that)



Imran- “Nehi, woh jo kiya tha tere mast hone pe kiya tha, mujhe ab Bata apne pure hosh aur hawas main… Kya tujhe mere bacche ki maa banna hai?” (No that you agreed to when you were at the height of climax, tell me now, when you are in your senses, do you want to be the mother of my child?)




Saying that he went close to her held her chin in his hand and planted a small kiss on her lips. 


Jyoti was completely blown away by this gesture, for the first time she felt and itch between her legs and a trickle but this time not because of lust but somewhere she felt admiration and love for this mad who had taken her to the pits of humiliation and had now extended his hand to pull her up again. He had made her go trough such a emotional roller coaster that she couldn't even dream of with someone else. She also knew that she had to get this done with and thoguht that she could always take an ipill later.





She loked into Imran's yellow eyes and gently kissed back and said, "haam Imran, main tumhare bacche ki maan banne ke liye teyyiar hun, kar do mujhe pregnant" (yes Imran, I accept being your child's mother, go ahead and make me pregnant)




This was like music in his old ears, he stood back, appreciated the complete submission of this aristocratic whore and, closed his eys as he plunged his cock hilt deep in her pussy, as her pussy had already been destroyed by his cock a few hours ago, Jyoti didn't feel much discomfort but a sudden invasion which she moaned, 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and as his cock went in it expelled air form the destroyed pussy and sounded like, "PPPPPRRRRRFFFFffffffffpppptttttttttttttttttttttttttt" a vulgar noice.




His cock head reached and bumped up against her cervix, which made Jyoti jump a little, then he spread her legs and made room for about half more inch of cock and pushed that, first the head of his cock kissed the opening ring of her cervix, and than parted it and went inside such that only his cock head was completely inside her and her cervix ring had constricted around the mushroom of his cock ensuring a water tight or sperm tight seal, 



Imran lowered his mouth to her nipple and began to kiss, flick, and then gently bit it between his teeth, Jyoti arched her back and let our a painful yelp, "OOOUUUUUIIIIIIIIIII" this caused almost every muscle in her body to constircit inclusion her powerful womb and cervix muslces, this warm, wet, intermal massage of his cock sent Imran over the edge, his balls constricted as his cock erupted in waves upon waves of cum which splashed every serface of her womb, meeting the already prevously deposited cum. Jyoti again feld a very satisfying and primal how shower feeling in her pussy and tummy (womb) as it was inundated by his creamy baby making seed. 




Jyoti shook like she had malaria from the physical pleasure as he hot sweaty and exposed body was held like Imran, like a lion holding his pray. After so much exaustion, Jyoti didn't even have the energy to get up or even speak, Imran watched her drift away in a trance into sleep. Imran also placed his head on top of her massive milk tankers and slept himself.





Jyoti woke up a few hours later, it was the dead of night, but she wasn't worrid because her father didn't mind, it was common for he to dissapear for the night at a friends place, and even if her father had called one of her friends, she would have said that she was with her, knowing that she was probally getting fucked somewhere else. 





Anyyas, she was filled with satisfaction and guilt both, she shyly got up, her legs still sore from the monsterous fucking she got for hours. She searched for her clothes but couldn't find her bra or panties (Imran had took them as trophies) and she merely put on her pants and top, she opened the door and left the building. She got some distance form the building and called her driver and told her to pick her up from where she was.





While she was in the car she avoided making any eye contact with the driver Masood, while Masood knew exactly what had happneed because remember he wathching the whole thing in the hotel lobby on CCTV. The drive was a short one. Masood the river kept looking back at her though the mirror and smiling.




Masood- "toh... madam, apni saheli se mil aaye?" (So madam, met your friend?)


Jyoti- "kya?.... " (what....)


Masood- "aap apni Saheli se toh milne aaye thi na idhar" (you came to meet your friend here na?)


Jyoti- "H...Haaaaan saheli" (y...yes... friend)


Masood- "Madam kya baat hai aapki tabiyet thodi kharab lag rahi hai???" (Madam what's the matter, you're looking a bit flushed)



Jyoti- "kya matlab, apne kaam se kaam rakho aur gadi theek se chalao aage dekhke" (what do you mean? Mind your own business and drive carefully by looking sraight)



After that Masood didn't say anything, becuae why would he? He had all the evidence he needed for later, so he dropped her home and went to his servant quarters without any incident.
Jyoti on the other hand came home, as she went upto her room, even walking was difficult for her, she was so sore, each step she took, she could feel gallons of Imran's cheap sperm sloshing around in her royal womb. 



She went for a shower, where still now table spoons of cum was leaking from her pussy down her leg, she cleaned herself up as best she could, and went to bed just in her new panties and bra..