18-11-2020, 04:12 PM
Jyoti woke up the next day, totally nude in her bed, her entire body was aching from the royal fucking she had received the day before, he noticed a puddle of sperm and a wet spot between her legs pooled on the clean bed sheet. She thought to herself that she better rush and take some contraceptive pills or else she will become pregnant with the brute’s seed
. She rushed to her bag and searched for a sachet of I-pill to take, but she was out of it, as she had given the last tablet to her friend Sheetal who had got fucked by her rich boyfriend without a condom. She saw the empty packt and it was written that it msut be taken within 72hrs (3dys of the sexual contact) she looked at her watch and thought that one whole day was up and the more the time elapses the less effective the pill becomes. So she thought about going and getting the pill herself but didn’t want to face the humiliation and effort of getting the pill herself. She wrote down the name “I-Pill” on a piece of paper and went to her driver Abdul.
Jyoti- Abdul, yeh ek davai likh di hai maine, aur Rs.100 hai, tum abhi ke abhi jake le aao aur change rakh lo.
Abdul- Kyo madam aap theek toh hain na? Bukhar hai kya?
Jyoti- haan h…aan…. Main theek hu, jao jake davai leke aao.
Abdul- theek hai madam.
As Abdul turned his back he was grinning ear to ear, he went to the pharmacy and got her the pills, which Jyoti took and breathed a sigh of relief.
So advance a few more days and Jyoti was still recoving from her soreness, everytime she went to the shower and touched her tender pussy, she felt that effects of that night. Many nights gone by and she fingered and rubbed herself to sleep, making a wet puddle between her legs just like Junaid had left her with.
She didn’t even realize that she had missed her period for the month, she thought that it was because of the royal fucking that her body must have behaved different. So over the next month she spend going to college, teasing rich boys and being a tease which she was, but the more she mingled with her class the more she was missing the careless and crass caress of the slum dwellers, the brutal thrusts and the consequence less spank. She was missing being treated like the whore that she was. So she was busy in that thought and since her exams were coming she was engrossed in that.
About 40dys went by and she opened her handbag one day to find her sanitary napkin pack neatly wrapped and unused!- Oh my god she thought, she didn’t get her period still after 50dys! This means she missed her 2 cycles. She became shit scared now as she remembered all that could happen biologically.
She immidiately goes on the internet and searches for a gyenocologist to fix an appointment, but she is to ashamed to do it herself, so she calls up one of her boy toys and gets him to do it citing that she really needs some medical help and can’t confide the matter to anyone else. The boy was so excited that he called the clinic, fixed an appointment and even paid the consultation fee via credit card.
So the day of the appointment came, and Jyoti dressed a bit conservatively but as mentioned earlier nothing can hide those assets, even a simple sweater and fitted jeans will make her look like a porn star. She tells her driver to get the car and first they go to the boy’s house to pick him up. The boy was dressed like he was going on a job interview and not to a clinic. They both sat in the back seat and we're driving to the location told by Jyoti, then the driver stopped the car at a tea stall and said, “madam just a minute I have to go take a piss really desperately” he then got down and disappeared in the bushes.
Only a few seconds must have passed and both the doors of the car’s back seat opened and a strong hand pulled the boy and dragged him out. The man just showed the boy a country revolver and told him, “boy if you value your life, leave this slut and run home” the boy was scared shitless and probally did shit his pants, the goon let go of his arm and he fell down and stumbled up as he tried his best to collect himself and run the fuck away form that place. The goons weren’t even concerned for him, they knew that this city slicker would run home and not even bother looking back.
Before Jyoti could even realise what was going on or open the door to get out, the door on her side opened automatically and a man pushed her to the middle seat while another man came in and sad on the other side. A few moments later her eyes adjusted to the outside heat and light (her car had tinted windows so no matter how hot or bright it was outside, inside it’d always be a cool dawn or dusk) she was horrified at what she saw, it was the old pimp Imran who had fucked her guts out about 2 months ago, and she looked at the other side and it was Junaid her driver. She was caught between these two lower class Giants.
. She rushed to her bag and searched for a sachet of I-pill to take, but she was out of it, as she had given the last tablet to her friend Sheetal who had got fucked by her rich boyfriend without a condom. She saw the empty packt and it was written that it msut be taken within 72hrs (3dys of the sexual contact) she looked at her watch and thought that one whole day was up and the more the time elapses the less effective the pill becomes. So she thought about going and getting the pill herself but didn’t want to face the humiliation and effort of getting the pill herself. She wrote down the name “I-Pill” on a piece of paper and went to her driver Abdul.
Jyoti- Abdul, yeh ek davai likh di hai maine, aur Rs.100 hai, tum abhi ke abhi jake le aao aur change rakh lo.
Abdul- Kyo madam aap theek toh hain na? Bukhar hai kya?
Jyoti- haan h…aan…. Main theek hu, jao jake davai leke aao.
Abdul- theek hai madam.
As Abdul turned his back he was grinning ear to ear, he went to the pharmacy and got her the pills, which Jyoti took and breathed a sigh of relief.
So advance a few more days and Jyoti was still recoving from her soreness, everytime she went to the shower and touched her tender pussy, she felt that effects of that night. Many nights gone by and she fingered and rubbed herself to sleep, making a wet puddle between her legs just like Junaid had left her with.
She didn’t even realize that she had missed her period for the month, she thought that it was because of the royal fucking that her body must have behaved different. So over the next month she spend going to college, teasing rich boys and being a tease which she was, but the more she mingled with her class the more she was missing the careless and crass caress of the slum dwellers, the brutal thrusts and the consequence less spank. She was missing being treated like the whore that she was. So she was busy in that thought and since her exams were coming she was engrossed in that.
About 40dys went by and she opened her handbag one day to find her sanitary napkin pack neatly wrapped and unused!- Oh my god she thought, she didn’t get her period still after 50dys! This means she missed her 2 cycles. She became shit scared now as she remembered all that could happen biologically.
She immidiately goes on the internet and searches for a gyenocologist to fix an appointment, but she is to ashamed to do it herself, so she calls up one of her boy toys and gets him to do it citing that she really needs some medical help and can’t confide the matter to anyone else. The boy was so excited that he called the clinic, fixed an appointment and even paid the consultation fee via credit card.
So the day of the appointment came, and Jyoti dressed a bit conservatively but as mentioned earlier nothing can hide those assets, even a simple sweater and fitted jeans will make her look like a porn star. She tells her driver to get the car and first they go to the boy’s house to pick him up. The boy was dressed like he was going on a job interview and not to a clinic. They both sat in the back seat and we're driving to the location told by Jyoti, then the driver stopped the car at a tea stall and said, “madam just a minute I have to go take a piss really desperately” he then got down and disappeared in the bushes.
Only a few seconds must have passed and both the doors of the car’s back seat opened and a strong hand pulled the boy and dragged him out. The man just showed the boy a country revolver and told him, “boy if you value your life, leave this slut and run home” the boy was scared shitless and probally did shit his pants, the goon let go of his arm and he fell down and stumbled up as he tried his best to collect himself and run the fuck away form that place. The goons weren’t even concerned for him, they knew that this city slicker would run home and not even bother looking back.
Before Jyoti could even realise what was going on or open the door to get out, the door on her side opened automatically and a man pushed her to the middle seat while another man came in and sad on the other side. A few moments later her eyes adjusted to the outside heat and light (her car had tinted windows so no matter how hot or bright it was outside, inside it’d always be a cool dawn or dusk) she was horrified at what she saw, it was the old pimp Imran who had fucked her guts out about 2 months ago, and she looked at the other side and it was Junaid her driver. She was caught between these two lower class Giants.
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