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

[RRahul]

Imran- chup randi, tereko bolne ki permission nehi hai (shut up whore, you don’t have the persmission to speak)



Jyoti was stunned, the man who she treated as a servant for year was not treated her like a Rs.100 whore. Then his attentioned turned towards her jenes which he told her

Imran- ab yeh kya tera baap utarega?



Jyoti was again shocked that the man who referred to her father always as sir, or boss or janab or sahib was now using his name so roughly, but just then Imran lost his patience and was about to rip them off and Jyoti fought with him to open the button because she thought that if he ripped the buttons then she would have to go home by holding them up. After she had opened the button and unzipped them, instinctively Imran grabbed them by the belt hooks and pulled them off, they peeled off totally turning inside out because they were fitted and streachable materials to fit onto her contures. He removed them from her body and again threw them out the window. 





Now Jyoti was laying there only in her matching beige bra and panties, she looked vulgar, like a porn star even like that, the thin pieces of materials were not enough to cover her assets, with almost 3/4th of her massive milk tankers peeking out and only the nipples hidden underneath the fabric, taught from the excitement and uncertainty and producing a slight bump on the smooth fabric. Her fair and naked tummy was there for him to savor and her deep navel where many boys had lost their thoughts. Below was her thin lacy panty struggling to cover her most secret treasure guarded by thunder thighs which looked like they might be able to crush a man’s head into pulp between them. Jyoti was uselessly trying her best to seem modest, she closed her eyes and used her one hand over her chest and another over her pussy to try and cover what can not be covered.






Jyoti had since closed her eyes and awaiting her fate by her own driver Imran, Imran on the other hand was over her like a hawk keeping its eyes on the pray. Jyoti was as closed as she could be, she had covered over her massive milk tankers with one hand and closed her thunder thighs and placed her other hand over her treasure. Imran wanted her to open up without the use of force. Imran then bent down over her heavenly buxom body and began to kiss her all over her face, neck, shoulders, and run his fingers across her hair. Jyoti was at first disgusted by the act but slowly over the minutes began to enjoy it. Imran than increased his attacks and was licking her sensitive parts on her neck and gently lip biting her just below the ear. Then Imran used his masterstroke, he moved to her ear and began to gently suck on her earlobes. NOTE- The ear lobes is the most sensitive part of a female without going into forbidden territory. If you get a chance than surely touch, caress or kiss those parts and I gurantee you even you own aunt, sister would get wet and want your cock in her pussy.




 Jyoti had since changed he demeanour, she was now using her one hand to not really cover but rub her pussy and the other to knead her massive milk tankers. Small gasps of aaahhhh uffff uuuuuu escaped her mouth as soft moans. Just then Imran the brute began to massage her shoulders while he was licking and love biting her ear lobes. Note- If you are with your girlfriend or any girl for that matter, start massaging her neck, use firm pressure on the two ridges on the center of the neck, wait until her goes totally limp from the pleasure and even begins to moan or tilt her head forward, giving you easy acess. That means she is ready for the next step. Then you would playfully kiss her on the neck and finally nibble her ear, I guarantee you her pussy would be hopelessly flooded by this point and next step you can do is grab yourself a handful of her boobs. After that she is just putty in your hands





. Anyways Jyoti was also putty in Imran’s hands, she was just laying there getting mauled and molested by the brute Imran, enjoying this untold pleasure. Then Imran decided to take it to the next level. He grabbed hold of her hands and put them over her head and shifted so that he was on top of her, over the expensive seats of the luxuary Mercedes. Yes it’s true, many times he had taken the car out on the pretext of getting it serviced or washed and fucked village or slum girls on the same seats but this was different, this was the boss’s daughter whom he had driven around and been a servant to for so many years. Imran now was lying on top of this fair buxom beauty, he held both of her hands over her head so that she could not cover her assets with them. He was now romantically smooching her and with his erect rod insdide his cheap underwear poking between her legs as to request of beg for entry. 





Finally Jyoti gave up from the pleasure and parted her legs slightly, this allowed Imran to thrust his massive missile inbetween her hegs and bring it in contact with he pussy only separated from his cock by two pieces of flimsy fabric (he panties and his underwear), he could taste her expensive pussy with his dirty cock. His cock could feel the slickness of the damp cloth wetted by her copious juices and the heat radiating from her inner most scantum. This made him go almost mad, he wanted to explode then and there but he knew his cum would much rather be deposited inside her pussy than wasted on the car’s seat. 





Imran kept on smooching her and occasionally used one hand to maul her massive milk tankers. Occasoinally he put both hands under her and hugged her like a lover and occasionally he put his hands and squeezed her massive butt hard to remind her that she was a slut. Just then the passionate session was broken by the pimp,
Junaid’s harsh words, who was until now sitting in the front seat and smoking a bidi.