28-01-2022, 09:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 28-01-2022, 09:25 AM by B1ryani. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
**Part 13.**
An old face was looking at us from over the wall. From his view, he could see Mr Arul squatting down, pointing his camera at me, but he could only see the top of my head, my arched back blocking the view of my breasts and spread legs.
“Good morning Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul called out cheerily. I immediately tried to stick my breasts back into the bikini top, struggling at how tight it was. Fuck. I would have to untie the top and readjust my breasts into it. I just kept my head down, closing my legs. Making sure the man behind me could only see the back of my head and my arched back.
“Morning aiya. What are the two of you doing?”, the soft gruff voice asked again, I could hear genuine curiosity. I slowly turned my head, trying to look at who it was. An old dark face looked back at me, unkept black and white hair and a long scraggly beard on his heavily wrinkled face. I saw him carrying a dirty shovel over his shoulder. Fuck. It was a local villager. Thank God, I didn’t recognize him.
“We are doing a photoshoot, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul replied. I could his cock bulging out under his pants, the outline very obvious.
“Photoshoot?”, he said softly, “For what?”, his eyes looking at my scared face.
“She is going to become a model.”, Mr Arul said, letting out a little laugh.
“Hmmm…why is she wearing her underwear?”
Fuck. Obviously, he could see most of my body was out of the open, my privates were still covered by my arched back. Oh God. Just stop asking questions and leave already, I was thinking in my head.
“Hahahahahaha…. It’s not underwear Da Da Ji. It’s a swimsuit…”. Mr Arul stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me upwards. No no no no no. I felt my body lunge upwards, my hand immediately covering my exposed nipples, the other hand covering my pussy. I looked down at my feet, avoiding the old villager’s eyes.
“It doesn’t look like it is covering anything.”, he stared at me curiously.” It just looks like underwear.”
Mr Arul’s eyes lit up; an idea suddenly came to his head. “Da Da Ji, come in, let me show you the difference.”
I whispered frantically. “Uncle, what!!!! No… please….”. Mr Arul ignored me. I looked at Dadi, he was still asleep on his swing, his head hanging downwards. Fuck. I looked up as the old man slowly opened the gate and walked towards us. We were shaded under the big tree in the garden. The old man looked like a beggar, wearing a torn t-shirt and pants, walking barefooted on the grass. He still had the shovel over his left shoulder, holding the wooden base with his left hand.
He slowly approached closer, not taking his eyes off me. I tried to hide my body behind Mr Arul, still trying my best to cover my breasts and pussy from his eyes.
The villager stood in front of us, still looking at me curiously. Mr Arul had a sly smile on his face, his right hand still holding the camera.
“Show him your bikini, ma.”, he grabbed my wrist with his left hand, pulling me beside him. I nearly lost my footing as I stumbled beside him, covering my body.
“Binini?”, the villager said out loud.
“Bikini, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul laughed, “It’s what you call this suit.”
“Oh..”, the old man was looking at my flat belly.
“Take your hands off your body, ma.”, Mr Arul said softly towards me. “Show him your swim suit.”
“Uncle… please… no….”, I whispered back towards him, scared and humiliated by what is going on right now.
“Shh…it’s ok.”, his left hand gently stroking my arm. “Show him then we can continue.”
With a heavy sigh, I slowly moved my arms to my sides, showing the old man my body, I kept my head tilted downwards, but my eyes were watching the villager’s every move. His jaw dropped looking at me. My breasts were sticking out from the bikini top, my dark areolas on full display with my oily hard nipples poking out towards him. My fat puffy pussy lips out in the open with the bikini disappearing in between my slit. I stood there like a statue, my mind blank, showcasing my body to this stranger.
“Doesn’t she look nice?”, Mr Arul said, placing his left hand on my ass, gently giving it a squeeze. He used a bit of force and pushed me closer towards the old man.
The villager was stunned, his eyes seemed confused at which part of me to look at. “Wow…”, he gasped softly. “She is a model?”
“I am going to make her one. That is why we are taking photos.”, Mr Arul replied, smiling widely. He was excited watching the old man’s reactions.
“This underwear she is wearing…”, the villager said softly.
“Bikini. Yes?”
“Bi..kini… I can see everything.” his eyes looking down at my puffy pussy lips. This was so embarrassing.
“Yes… the material is different from normal underwear, Da Da ji.”, Mr Arul said cheekily. “Feel it.”
Wait. What. Is he kidding?
The villager didn’t wait for any response from me, immediately, placing the palm of his right hand on my pubic area, feeling the thin yellow bikini bottom. “Yes… it is not like normal cloth…”, he slowly pulled the bikini out a bit, looking down at my clean-shaven mound.
*Click. *Click. *Click. Fuck. Mr Arul was taking pictures of this stranger’s hand on me.
The old man slowly let the bikini go, his finger tracing down to my exposed pussy. He pinched the left puffy meat with his thumb and index finger, pulling it open. Thank God my slit was still covered by the crumpled yellow string. He gently pressed the flesh, feeling the smooth soft skin on his fingers. *Click. *Click*. The villager paid no mind to the camera, his attention focused on my pussy.
“The top is different as well, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul looked up from the little camera screen. “You can feel hard material on it to support her breasts.”. he looked at me, giving me a wink. Bastard.
The villager shifted his eyes to my breasts, my dark nipples protruding towards his face.
“Let me feel.”, he whispered. He dropped the shovel to the ground. Slowly grabbing my breasts from below, holding them up to his face. His face full of excitement looking at my young body. He gently pinched my nipples, pulling them outwards, twirling the hard nubs with his fingers. *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul was busy beside us taking every shot.
The old man slowly bent his body, positioning his face close to my breasts. Oh no. I watched his dry black lips open up as he took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His released his grip from my right boob. “Mmmm..”, he moaned softly , his eyes closed. I could feel his teeth gently nibbling on my nipple. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, slowly stroking it.
From my point of view, I could only see the top of his head, the dirty black and white hair slowly moving as he gently suckled me. *Click. *Click. The old man was rubbing his cock hard now. Moaning loudly as he switched to my right nipple, trying to take my entire areola into his mouth as well.
The villager smelt quite bad, but I barely paid any attention, my mind was racing, feeling the tongue tease and play with my right hard nipple in the old man’s mouth. “Aaaa..”, I moaned softly, my eyes slowly rolling back.
*Click. *Click. “Ma, why don’t you help him.”, Mr Arul asked.
I reached under the old man’s body, trying to find for his stroking hand. Fuck. Why could I not reject this. After being teased on the couch just now, and now with my nipples being played with. I was so damn horny. I found the villager’s cock, grabbing it hard. It didn’t feel big in the palm of my hand.
The old man’s body jerked up, standing straight, looking me in the eyes. I avoided his gaze, looking down at the old cock I was touching. I slowly pulled the foreskin back, the black head oozing precum. He looked to be close to about 6 inches, thin and veiny, but the mushroom head was thick and fat. I slowly started to stroke him.
“Ahhhh…mmm….ahhh”, the villager closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure I was giving him. *Click. *Click. *Click.
“Suck his old cock.”, Mr Arul stood beside me, whispering into my ear softly.
I dropped to my knees as if in a trance. Still slowly stroking the base of his cock, the fat head bulging out towards me. *Click. I heard the camera go off again. I stuck my tongue out, licking the little bit of pre cum out of his pee hole. I could smell stale piss coming from him. His body jerked up, his eyes wide open looking down at me, his face in shock as I slowly took the mushroom head into my mouth. *Click. *Click. *Click.
I slowly sucked him. “Ooohhhh.”, I heard a soft moan as he placed his dirty right hand on my head, stroking my hair. I closed my eyes, taking his cock in deeper into my mouth, my nose grazing against his white pubic hair. “Ohh…. ahhhh.”, the villager moaned as he slowly moved his hips forward. I kept sucking , playing with the mushroom head with my tongue, cleaning his cock.
*Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul was walking around us, taking shots at every angle.
I felt his body jerk up again. Warm bitter cum started to flow down my throat. Oh shit. I didn’t want to swallow it but it was too late. I tried to move my head away but the old man held his grip on my head. “Ahhhhh….”, One final moan as I tasted another spurt of cum exit him onto my tongue. He finally let my head go as I collapsed backwards onto the grass, trying to spit out whatever cum that was still inside my mouth.
The old man stood there, smiling widely, looking at me. Mr Arul walked beside me, his camera facing downwards, using his left hand to grip my under arm and brought me up. My tits were jiggling as I moved.
The villager slowly stuck his cock back into his pants and zipped up, looking at me. “Thank you, ma.”, he said, coming in for a hug. He planted a kiss on my lips, tasting his cum on me. I felt his right-hand wrap around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.
“Did you enjoy it, Da Da Ji?”, Mr Arul asked, looking at him.
”Fantastic aiya. Thank you also.”, he released his grip from my bum, and put it together in a praying motion, thanking Mr Arul. Why the fuck was he thanking him for? I did all the work. I felt the anger rise up in me. First Dadi, now Mr Arul were using me like a slut. We both watched as the old man slowly picked up his shovel, making his way out towards the gate. He waved at us as he slowly walked away.
“Thank was great. Amazing shots.”, Mr Arul commented, his eyes looking at the camera screen, grinning. “It’s my turn now.”. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards to front door of the house.
As we got closer, we saw Dadi standing there at the entrance, his cock out of his dhoti. He was holding the base of the shaft, pointing it at my direction. “Did you have fun, Molu?”, he asked me, smiling slightly.
**End of Part 13.**
An old face was looking at us from over the wall. From his view, he could see Mr Arul squatting down, pointing his camera at me, but he could only see the top of my head, my arched back blocking the view of my breasts and spread legs.
“Good morning Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul called out cheerily. I immediately tried to stick my breasts back into the bikini top, struggling at how tight it was. Fuck. I would have to untie the top and readjust my breasts into it. I just kept my head down, closing my legs. Making sure the man behind me could only see the back of my head and my arched back.
“Morning aiya. What are the two of you doing?”, the soft gruff voice asked again, I could hear genuine curiosity. I slowly turned my head, trying to look at who it was. An old dark face looked back at me, unkept black and white hair and a long scraggly beard on his heavily wrinkled face. I saw him carrying a dirty shovel over his shoulder. Fuck. It was a local villager. Thank God, I didn’t recognize him.
“We are doing a photoshoot, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul replied. I could his cock bulging out under his pants, the outline very obvious.
“Photoshoot?”, he said softly, “For what?”, his eyes looking at my scared face.
“She is going to become a model.”, Mr Arul said, letting out a little laugh.
“Hmmm…why is she wearing her underwear?”
Fuck. Obviously, he could see most of my body was out of the open, my privates were still covered by my arched back. Oh God. Just stop asking questions and leave already, I was thinking in my head.
“Hahahahahaha…. It’s not underwear Da Da Ji. It’s a swimsuit…”. Mr Arul stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me upwards. No no no no no. I felt my body lunge upwards, my hand immediately covering my exposed nipples, the other hand covering my pussy. I looked down at my feet, avoiding the old villager’s eyes.
“It doesn’t look like it is covering anything.”, he stared at me curiously.” It just looks like underwear.”
Mr Arul’s eyes lit up; an idea suddenly came to his head. “Da Da Ji, come in, let me show you the difference.”
I whispered frantically. “Uncle, what!!!! No… please….”. Mr Arul ignored me. I looked at Dadi, he was still asleep on his swing, his head hanging downwards. Fuck. I looked up as the old man slowly opened the gate and walked towards us. We were shaded under the big tree in the garden. The old man looked like a beggar, wearing a torn t-shirt and pants, walking barefooted on the grass. He still had the shovel over his left shoulder, holding the wooden base with his left hand.
He slowly approached closer, not taking his eyes off me. I tried to hide my body behind Mr Arul, still trying my best to cover my breasts and pussy from his eyes.
The villager stood in front of us, still looking at me curiously. Mr Arul had a sly smile on his face, his right hand still holding the camera.
“Show him your bikini, ma.”, he grabbed my wrist with his left hand, pulling me beside him. I nearly lost my footing as I stumbled beside him, covering my body.
“Binini?”, the villager said out loud.
“Bikini, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul laughed, “It’s what you call this suit.”
“Oh..”, the old man was looking at my flat belly.
“Take your hands off your body, ma.”, Mr Arul said softly towards me. “Show him your swim suit.”
“Uncle… please… no….”, I whispered back towards him, scared and humiliated by what is going on right now.
“Shh…it’s ok.”, his left hand gently stroking my arm. “Show him then we can continue.”
With a heavy sigh, I slowly moved my arms to my sides, showing the old man my body, I kept my head tilted downwards, but my eyes were watching the villager’s every move. His jaw dropped looking at me. My breasts were sticking out from the bikini top, my dark areolas on full display with my oily hard nipples poking out towards him. My fat puffy pussy lips out in the open with the bikini disappearing in between my slit. I stood there like a statue, my mind blank, showcasing my body to this stranger.
“Doesn’t she look nice?”, Mr Arul said, placing his left hand on my ass, gently giving it a squeeze. He used a bit of force and pushed me closer towards the old man.
The villager was stunned, his eyes seemed confused at which part of me to look at. “Wow…”, he gasped softly. “She is a model?”
“I am going to make her one. That is why we are taking photos.”, Mr Arul replied, smiling widely. He was excited watching the old man’s reactions.
“This underwear she is wearing…”, the villager said softly.
“Bikini. Yes?”
“Bi..kini… I can see everything.” his eyes looking down at my puffy pussy lips. This was so embarrassing.
“Yes… the material is different from normal underwear, Da Da ji.”, Mr Arul said cheekily. “Feel it.”
Wait. What. Is he kidding?
The villager didn’t wait for any response from me, immediately, placing the palm of his right hand on my pubic area, feeling the thin yellow bikini bottom. “Yes… it is not like normal cloth…”, he slowly pulled the bikini out a bit, looking down at my clean-shaven mound.
*Click. *Click. *Click. Fuck. Mr Arul was taking pictures of this stranger’s hand on me.
The old man slowly let the bikini go, his finger tracing down to my exposed pussy. He pinched the left puffy meat with his thumb and index finger, pulling it open. Thank God my slit was still covered by the crumpled yellow string. He gently pressed the flesh, feeling the smooth soft skin on his fingers. *Click. *Click*. The villager paid no mind to the camera, his attention focused on my pussy.
“The top is different as well, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul looked up from the little camera screen. “You can feel hard material on it to support her breasts.”. he looked at me, giving me a wink. Bastard.
The villager shifted his eyes to my breasts, my dark nipples protruding towards his face.
“Let me feel.”, he whispered. He dropped the shovel to the ground. Slowly grabbing my breasts from below, holding them up to his face. His face full of excitement looking at my young body. He gently pinched my nipples, pulling them outwards, twirling the hard nubs with his fingers. *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul was busy beside us taking every shot.
The old man slowly bent his body, positioning his face close to my breasts. Oh no. I watched his dry black lips open up as he took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His released his grip from my right boob. “Mmmm..”, he moaned softly , his eyes closed. I could feel his teeth gently nibbling on my nipple. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, slowly stroking it.
From my point of view, I could only see the top of his head, the dirty black and white hair slowly moving as he gently suckled me. *Click. *Click. The old man was rubbing his cock hard now. Moaning loudly as he switched to my right nipple, trying to take my entire areola into his mouth as well.
The villager smelt quite bad, but I barely paid any attention, my mind was racing, feeling the tongue tease and play with my right hard nipple in the old man’s mouth. “Aaaa..”, I moaned softly, my eyes slowly rolling back.
*Click. *Click. “Ma, why don’t you help him.”, Mr Arul asked.
I reached under the old man’s body, trying to find for his stroking hand. Fuck. Why could I not reject this. After being teased on the couch just now, and now with my nipples being played with. I was so damn horny. I found the villager’s cock, grabbing it hard. It didn’t feel big in the palm of my hand.
The old man’s body jerked up, standing straight, looking me in the eyes. I avoided his gaze, looking down at the old cock I was touching. I slowly pulled the foreskin back, the black head oozing precum. He looked to be close to about 6 inches, thin and veiny, but the mushroom head was thick and fat. I slowly started to stroke him.
“Ahhhh…mmm….ahhh”, the villager closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure I was giving him. *Click. *Click. *Click.
“Suck his old cock.”, Mr Arul stood beside me, whispering into my ear softly.
I dropped to my knees as if in a trance. Still slowly stroking the base of his cock, the fat head bulging out towards me. *Click. I heard the camera go off again. I stuck my tongue out, licking the little bit of pre cum out of his pee hole. I could smell stale piss coming from him. His body jerked up, his eyes wide open looking down at me, his face in shock as I slowly took the mushroom head into my mouth. *Click. *Click. *Click.
I slowly sucked him. “Ooohhhh.”, I heard a soft moan as he placed his dirty right hand on my head, stroking my hair. I closed my eyes, taking his cock in deeper into my mouth, my nose grazing against his white pubic hair. “Ohh…. ahhhh.”, the villager moaned as he slowly moved his hips forward. I kept sucking , playing with the mushroom head with my tongue, cleaning his cock.
*Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul was walking around us, taking shots at every angle.
I felt his body jerk up again. Warm bitter cum started to flow down my throat. Oh shit. I didn’t want to swallow it but it was too late. I tried to move my head away but the old man held his grip on my head. “Ahhhhh….”, One final moan as I tasted another spurt of cum exit him onto my tongue. He finally let my head go as I collapsed backwards onto the grass, trying to spit out whatever cum that was still inside my mouth.
The old man stood there, smiling widely, looking at me. Mr Arul walked beside me, his camera facing downwards, using his left hand to grip my under arm and brought me up. My tits were jiggling as I moved.
The villager slowly stuck his cock back into his pants and zipped up, looking at me. “Thank you, ma.”, he said, coming in for a hug. He planted a kiss on my lips, tasting his cum on me. I felt his right-hand wrap around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.
“Did you enjoy it, Da Da Ji?”, Mr Arul asked, looking at him.
”Fantastic aiya. Thank you also.”, he released his grip from my bum, and put it together in a praying motion, thanking Mr Arul. Why the fuck was he thanking him for? I did all the work. I felt the anger rise up in me. First Dadi, now Mr Arul were using me like a slut. We both watched as the old man slowly picked up his shovel, making his way out towards the gate. He waved at us as he slowly walked away.
“Thank was great. Amazing shots.”, Mr Arul commented, his eyes looking at the camera screen, grinning. “It’s my turn now.”. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards to front door of the house.
As we got closer, we saw Dadi standing there at the entrance, his cock out of his dhoti. He was holding the base of the shaft, pointing it at my direction. “Did you have fun, Molu?”, he asked me, smiling slightly.
**End of Part 13.**
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