19-01-2022, 11:11 AM
**Part 20.**
“Do you want anything else, ma?”, Gopal asked me softly, looking at the now empty plate in front of me. He took a plastic water tumbler from the table beside him and placed it in front of me, indicating for me to wash my hand.
“No…no uncle…thank you..”, I replied him, not taking my eyes off the plate, avoiding looking at his face.
Gopal lit up another cigarette and took a long drag from it, not taking his eyes off my face.
“Sir…”, I looked up at Constable Guna.”Sir…..”
“What?”
“Sir…I need to use the toilet….”, I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, I eyes glanced at the baton strapped on his belt. I could feel my body shudder, my asshole clenching at the memory of what just took place.
“What do you want me to do?.”, Constable Guna looked at me. “Just go behind the shop.”, he picked up the tea and took another sip. “Be careful though, a lot of dangerous people roaming the tracks this time at night.”, he sneered at me again.
“Sir…please.”, I pleaded. ”I really need to go…”
Gopal looked at Constable Guna. “I’ll take her, Guna sir.”. Fuck. I didn’t trust him. He has been looking at me from the time we arrived here, probably wondering when he would get a chance at me.
Guna grunted. “Just bring her back in one piece, Gopal.”, he said. Not taking his eyes off his glass of tea.
“Come, ma.”, Gopal looked at me, standing up. I saw the bulge in his pants.
I stood up slowly, my hands cupping my pussy, slowly making my way towards the exit. Gopal followed me closely behind. We stood at the platform slowly making our way towards the double story building we came from. I remembered the toilet I had gone to when I reached the station that evening, slowly making my way towards it. Gopal walked beside me, standing on my left. I felt the palm of his right-hand hold onto my right hip, gently squeezing it.
“Did Anand hurt you, ma?.”, he asked me, his voice soft and caring.
“No…no uncle…he only did what they told him to do.”, I could feel my voice trembling.
“I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”, his right hand slowly making its way to my right exposed butt cheek, the hand holding onto the meat, fingers digging into my lower bum, gripping it tightly.
“Yes…yes uncle…it hurts.”, I said softly. My hand gripping my pussy tightly, holding in my pee.
We reached the small walkway leading into the toilets, relieved there was nobody around. I walked a bit faster, trying to leave Gopal behind. He released his grip on my ass as I pushed the door to the disabled toilet open, following me closely behind. Shit. Why didn’t he just wait outside.
Locking the door behind him, he whispered into my ear “Let me help you, ma.”, the faint smell on cigarettes in his breath. I could feel his stomach poking my lower back.
“No..uncle…no..it’s ok.”, I pleaded at him, tired of everyone taking their opportunity with me.
He slowly pushed me towards to toilet bowl, my legs spreading as I stood above it. Gripping my waist with his left hand, I felt the palm of his right hand on my stomach slowly making its way down to my pubic area.
“Move your hands, ma”, he whispered.
I was so tired. I just wanted it to end. Let him do what he wants, the bulge in his pants digging into my naked butt crack. I let my hands dangle freely by my side, as his fingers slowly slid downwards towards my pussy lips.
“Mmmmmmm.”, he moaned softly, his left hand slowly making its way south as well. Using both hands, he gripped both pussy lips with his thumb and index fingers, spreading my pussy open. “Come on...”, he whispered, holding my pussy lips apart in between his fingers, pinching the soft meat.
I closed my eyes. I could feel the pee coming. This was so humiliating.
A long stream of yellowish white piss started to shoot out of my little gaping pussy hole, hitting the toilet bowl with force. The sound of water hitting water echoing inside the toilet.
“Mmmmm…..”, Gopal moaned again. His right middle finger slowly entering my pussy hole, spraying pee onto the floor and my legs. He slowly started to finger my pussy as I peed, feeling the gush of water coming out of my little pee hole. “So beautiful.”, he said softly into my ear. I could feel the gush of water slowing down as little drops of water sprayed onto my legs.
Gopal removed his finger from my pussy, putting it into his mouth, tasting my pee. “You taste good.”, he moaned. Fuck. This guy is sick, I thought to myself. Gopal moved away from me as I flushed the toilet, washing his hands in the sink behind us.
“Ok uncle. I’m done…we can leave now…”, I just wanted to get out of the toilet. I didn’t want to be alone with him any longer. I was facing the door, waiting to leave.
“No ma, come here. Let me clean you.”, Gopal’s eyes shifted to my jacket, staring at my breasts. He grabbed the little bottle of hand soap and closed the toilet lid, sitting down on it. Gopal grabbed my arm, making me stand facing him, his face very close to my belly button.
“Come, lets remove this so we can clean you up.”, I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He reached out to the zipper below my neck, slowly pulling it downwards. My big breasts slowly coming into his line of sight. He unhooked the clasp, indicating for me to remove the jacket. Avoiding his eyes, I slowly removed my jacket and placed it on the sink, standing naked in front of him.
“Wow. You look amazing, ma.”, he slowly placed his right hand under my left breast, lifting it up slowly, feeling the weight of my tits. His eyes focused on my big dark areolas. “They’re so big.”, he said softly, squeezing the flesh of my tit, making my nipple stand out even more. “Bring them closer to me…”.
I bend down a little bit, my nipple now close to his mouth. I felt his tongue touch the tip, gently flicking the hard nub. After teasing my nipple for a little while with his tongue, he took my entire nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Hmmm…ahhh.”, I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself. He let go of my left breast, shifting his attention to the right now. I could feel his teeth touch the base on my nipple, pulling my nipple roughly as he bit down on it. “Ouuu”, I shouted. “Uncle, that hurts…. please stop…”, my hands trying to push his face away from my breasts.
He finally unlatched his mouth from my left tit, a long trail of saliva dripping down from my nipple. I could see teeth marks around my areolas. Fuck. That hurts.
**End of Part 20.**
“Do you want anything else, ma?”, Gopal asked me softly, looking at the now empty plate in front of me. He took a plastic water tumbler from the table beside him and placed it in front of me, indicating for me to wash my hand.
“No…no uncle…thank you..”, I replied him, not taking my eyes off the plate, avoiding looking at his face.
Gopal lit up another cigarette and took a long drag from it, not taking his eyes off my face.
“Sir…”, I looked up at Constable Guna.”Sir…..”
“What?”
“Sir…I need to use the toilet….”, I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, I eyes glanced at the baton strapped on his belt. I could feel my body shudder, my asshole clenching at the memory of what just took place.
“What do you want me to do?.”, Constable Guna looked at me. “Just go behind the shop.”, he picked up the tea and took another sip. “Be careful though, a lot of dangerous people roaming the tracks this time at night.”, he sneered at me again.
“Sir…please.”, I pleaded. ”I really need to go…”
Gopal looked at Constable Guna. “I’ll take her, Guna sir.”. Fuck. I didn’t trust him. He has been looking at me from the time we arrived here, probably wondering when he would get a chance at me.
Guna grunted. “Just bring her back in one piece, Gopal.”, he said. Not taking his eyes off his glass of tea.
“Come, ma.”, Gopal looked at me, standing up. I saw the bulge in his pants.
I stood up slowly, my hands cupping my pussy, slowly making my way towards the exit. Gopal followed me closely behind. We stood at the platform slowly making our way towards the double story building we came from. I remembered the toilet I had gone to when I reached the station that evening, slowly making my way towards it. Gopal walked beside me, standing on my left. I felt the palm of his right-hand hold onto my right hip, gently squeezing it.
“Did Anand hurt you, ma?.”, he asked me, his voice soft and caring.
“No…no uncle…he only did what they told him to do.”, I could feel my voice trembling.
“I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”, his right hand slowly making its way to my right exposed butt cheek, the hand holding onto the meat, fingers digging into my lower bum, gripping it tightly.
“Yes…yes uncle…it hurts.”, I said softly. My hand gripping my pussy tightly, holding in my pee.
We reached the small walkway leading into the toilets, relieved there was nobody around. I walked a bit faster, trying to leave Gopal behind. He released his grip on my ass as I pushed the door to the disabled toilet open, following me closely behind. Shit. Why didn’t he just wait outside.
Locking the door behind him, he whispered into my ear “Let me help you, ma.”, the faint smell on cigarettes in his breath. I could feel his stomach poking my lower back.
“No..uncle…no..it’s ok.”, I pleaded at him, tired of everyone taking their opportunity with me.
He slowly pushed me towards to toilet bowl, my legs spreading as I stood above it. Gripping my waist with his left hand, I felt the palm of his right hand on my stomach slowly making its way down to my pubic area.
“Move your hands, ma”, he whispered.
I was so tired. I just wanted it to end. Let him do what he wants, the bulge in his pants digging into my naked butt crack. I let my hands dangle freely by my side, as his fingers slowly slid downwards towards my pussy lips.
“Mmmmmmm.”, he moaned softly, his left hand slowly making its way south as well. Using both hands, he gripped both pussy lips with his thumb and index fingers, spreading my pussy open. “Come on...”, he whispered, holding my pussy lips apart in between his fingers, pinching the soft meat.
I closed my eyes. I could feel the pee coming. This was so humiliating.
A long stream of yellowish white piss started to shoot out of my little gaping pussy hole, hitting the toilet bowl with force. The sound of water hitting water echoing inside the toilet.
“Mmmmm…..”, Gopal moaned again. His right middle finger slowly entering my pussy hole, spraying pee onto the floor and my legs. He slowly started to finger my pussy as I peed, feeling the gush of water coming out of my little pee hole. “So beautiful.”, he said softly into my ear. I could feel the gush of water slowing down as little drops of water sprayed onto my legs.
Gopal removed his finger from my pussy, putting it into his mouth, tasting my pee. “You taste good.”, he moaned. Fuck. This guy is sick, I thought to myself. Gopal moved away from me as I flushed the toilet, washing his hands in the sink behind us.
“Ok uncle. I’m done…we can leave now…”, I just wanted to get out of the toilet. I didn’t want to be alone with him any longer. I was facing the door, waiting to leave.
“No ma, come here. Let me clean you.”, Gopal’s eyes shifted to my jacket, staring at my breasts. He grabbed the little bottle of hand soap and closed the toilet lid, sitting down on it. Gopal grabbed my arm, making me stand facing him, his face very close to my belly button.
“Come, lets remove this so we can clean you up.”, I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He reached out to the zipper below my neck, slowly pulling it downwards. My big breasts slowly coming into his line of sight. He unhooked the clasp, indicating for me to remove the jacket. Avoiding his eyes, I slowly removed my jacket and placed it on the sink, standing naked in front of him.
“Wow. You look amazing, ma.”, he slowly placed his right hand under my left breast, lifting it up slowly, feeling the weight of my tits. His eyes focused on my big dark areolas. “They’re so big.”, he said softly, squeezing the flesh of my tit, making my nipple stand out even more. “Bring them closer to me…”.
I bend down a little bit, my nipple now close to his mouth. I felt his tongue touch the tip, gently flicking the hard nub. After teasing my nipple for a little while with his tongue, he took my entire nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Hmmm…ahhh.”, I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself. He let go of my left breast, shifting his attention to the right now. I could feel his teeth touch the base on my nipple, pulling my nipple roughly as he bit down on it. “Ouuu”, I shouted. “Uncle, that hurts…. please stop…”, my hands trying to push his face away from my breasts.
He finally unlatched his mouth from my left tit, a long trail of saliva dripping down from my nipple. I could see teeth marks around my areolas. Fuck. That hurts.
**End of Part 20.**
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