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

[RRahul]

The car was speeding through bumpy dirt roads and jerking as the suspension had to deal with the roads of the poor countryside. All the time Imran the driver was busy mashing Jyoti’s massive milk tankers and enjoying their prominence. The jerking of the car was making the hefty Jyoti bounce on Imran’s lap and lanced by his massive cock ready to tear into her. 

Perhaps many passers by had seen the scene being played out inside but they didn’t dare approach the car or raise an alarm because it wasn’t that type of place, it was the semi-rural places around Delhi where the writ of law fades into the writ of local political strongmen. Imran kept alternating between her milk tankers to her thunder thighs, Jyoti kept busy moaning, biting her lips, and trying to remove Imran’s bear paws in a futile way.






This vehicular molestation continued for about 30mins until the car screeched to a stop with clouds of dust enveloping the vehicle. It stopped in the midst of bushes so that the car was partialy covered.
The lewd driver Imran then tossed Jyoti on the adjacent seat where she suddenly fell with a thud, don’t worry it didn’t hurt her as the seats were covered with expensive leather seat cover and padded, just like that massive ass she landed on.





Imran then began to remove his clothes one by one, frist he removed his shirt and his vest until he was bare from the waist up. Then his hands reached the “nada” (string) holding up his payjama and pulled on the string. Jyoti could only watched in disbelief as she saw the massive missile which was bulging inside his pants.then he pulled on the string and off came his pants, which he threw on the front seat along with his salwar. Now the brute Imran was only in his cheap dirty and stinky underwear in front of the aristocratic, fair and buxom Jyoti. 




She kept on staring at the missile hidden inside his underwear and imagined the untold cheap whores and bitches that he’s fucked and impregnated in his slums and how it was going to enjoy her aristocratic pussy today. Imran just stood there and told her to get naked. Jyoti hesitated for a moment, although she had been fucked like a whore before but doing so before another man, the one she knew and treated like a servant.




Imran- chal rundi kapde utar “common whore open your clothes”
Jyoti- …………..
Imran- bola na rundi khol de sab “didn’t I tell you whore to open it all!”
Saing so he slapped her across the boobs and watched the milkyness jiggle around as Jyoti shriked in pain and realized the seriousness of the situation, she was in no position to negotiate. She was like a lamb in front of a lion, totally a putty his whims.





Jyoti then sat up on the car and reached underneath and grabbed her top and was beginning to pull it off, Imran could see the beginning of her marble white skin of her tummy and almost went mad, he could have tore off Jyoti’s clothes right there but he resisted that urge. Jyoti got off her top and was folding it to keep it aside then Imran snatched it off her hands and threw it out the window (which the pimp Afzal had opened to smoke a cigarette, you see he might be a soulless pimp but he cared about the dangers of 2nd hand smoking).



 Jyoti was absolutely livid with rage that how did this cheap servant toss out her expensive branded top just like it was a banana peel. She tried to protest but was only met with a light back handed slap from Imran.