18-05-2019, 02:28 PM
NEVER!! Well, that's what I thought at that moment but no words came out of my mumbling mouth. I, reflexively, began pulling at the lower edge of the kurta, keeping it in place. There was no way that I was going to dance to the whims and fancies of this disgusting illiterate man!
"Well...if you want to go home naked...then I can't help you..." his voice trailed off as he tugged the kurta on my right shoulder, "Let me get this off you in one go!"
"Pl...please....pl....don't do this!" I whimpered between sobs. Tears were now freely pouring out of my eyes, lamenting at my helplessness. Either I had to give in to this brute's demand, and stoop myself to a disgrace I had never even dreamt of or...the alternative made me shiver. It was better not to think about what would happen if the book-w,.' tore off my kurta. The only garment that I would have in such a condition would be my salwar, which was heaped around my ankles.
Scared by the prospect of being left naked in the busiest market of the city, my hands, the same ones which were pulling down at the edge of my kurta, now pulled it off my bra-less body in one rapid motion.
Impulsively, I brought the kurta in front of my body and tried to hide my breasts by folding my hands in front of them. I realized that now fully naked in a lane behind the market, my tears had dried up.
The book-w,.' snatched the kurta away from me and tossed it aside. Thankfully, it ended up well short of the ditch in which the remains of my panty now floated. The sight of my milky white breasts, with pinkish-brown nipples and areolae, had buoyed the spirits of the book-w,.'. I could feel the heat of lust radiate from his body and saw the building of saliva in his unhygienic mouth. I was his treat and it was his duty to devour me.
Kneading my breasts with both his hands, he began to throw obscenities at me.
"What a delicious bitch I have here! You were meant to be a whore! High-class slut, I'll show you how a real man fucks!" he snarled in between his laborious breaths.
His right hand left my breast and travelled down to between my legs. As soon as it reached my vulva, both the book-w,.' and me, were shocked. My pussy was dripping wet!
He let out a roar of laughter as I dropped my head in shame.
"So, decent lady! What do we have here?" he sniggered.
The fright of the past few minutes had drawn the earlier events of my 'activities' away from my mind. My exhibitionism to the same book-w,.' who was molesting me now (and was surely going to bang me in a few minutes), the four blowjobs in the crowded garden, the hijacking of my bra and the desire to bring myself to orgasm, came rushing back to mind. My knees gave way as I realized that my vulval lips were twitching for a cock!
Still sniggering, he said, "Looks like you have had enough of foreplay! Now turn around and I'll show you how to fuck a bitch in heat!"
I listened to his order and my mind refused to oblige.
And...SMACK!! I felt it coming even before he had raised his hand.
"Lesson number one, a nice whore is prompt to the demands of her fucker," he said, and without waiting for a response, lifted me effortlessly off the ground by grasping at my waist and turned me around.
The sudden jerk of the motion made my hands seek the support of the wall in front of me (which earlier had been behind me). I felt his hand on my back, pushing me down. This made my already prominent ass jut out and become even more prominent.
"This is what I call nice meat," he said, smacking my ass cheeks with the palm of his right hand. He continued smacking them for a good minute or so, I could feel them glow red due to the attacks.
"Please...don't do this...it hurts..." I managed to mouth out in between smacks.
"Lesson number two, a nice whore does not object to anything her fucker says or does," he said, but thankfully, stopped spanking me.
My thankfulness was replaced by disgust as I realized what was coming next.
"Well...if you want to go home naked...then I can't help you..." his voice trailed off as he tugged the kurta on my right shoulder, "Let me get this off you in one go!"
"Pl...please....pl....don't do this!" I whimpered between sobs. Tears were now freely pouring out of my eyes, lamenting at my helplessness. Either I had to give in to this brute's demand, and stoop myself to a disgrace I had never even dreamt of or...the alternative made me shiver. It was better not to think about what would happen if the book-w,.' tore off my kurta. The only garment that I would have in such a condition would be my salwar, which was heaped around my ankles.
Scared by the prospect of being left naked in the busiest market of the city, my hands, the same ones which were pulling down at the edge of my kurta, now pulled it off my bra-less body in one rapid motion.
Impulsively, I brought the kurta in front of my body and tried to hide my breasts by folding my hands in front of them. I realized that now fully naked in a lane behind the market, my tears had dried up.
The book-w,.' snatched the kurta away from me and tossed it aside. Thankfully, it ended up well short of the ditch in which the remains of my panty now floated. The sight of my milky white breasts, with pinkish-brown nipples and areolae, had buoyed the spirits of the book-w,.'. I could feel the heat of lust radiate from his body and saw the building of saliva in his unhygienic mouth. I was his treat and it was his duty to devour me.
Kneading my breasts with both his hands, he began to throw obscenities at me.
"What a delicious bitch I have here! You were meant to be a whore! High-class slut, I'll show you how a real man fucks!" he snarled in between his laborious breaths.
His right hand left my breast and travelled down to between my legs. As soon as it reached my vulva, both the book-w,.' and me, were shocked. My pussy was dripping wet!
He let out a roar of laughter as I dropped my head in shame.
"So, decent lady! What do we have here?" he sniggered.
The fright of the past few minutes had drawn the earlier events of my 'activities' away from my mind. My exhibitionism to the same book-w,.' who was molesting me now (and was surely going to bang me in a few minutes), the four blowjobs in the crowded garden, the hijacking of my bra and the desire to bring myself to orgasm, came rushing back to mind. My knees gave way as I realized that my vulval lips were twitching for a cock!
Still sniggering, he said, "Looks like you have had enough of foreplay! Now turn around and I'll show you how to fuck a bitch in heat!"
I listened to his order and my mind refused to oblige.
And...SMACK!! I felt it coming even before he had raised his hand.
"Lesson number one, a nice whore is prompt to the demands of her fucker," he said, and without waiting for a response, lifted me effortlessly off the ground by grasping at my waist and turned me around.
The sudden jerk of the motion made my hands seek the support of the wall in front of me (which earlier had been behind me). I felt his hand on my back, pushing me down. This made my already prominent ass jut out and become even more prominent.
"This is what I call nice meat," he said, smacking my ass cheeks with the palm of his right hand. He continued smacking them for a good minute or so, I could feel them glow red due to the attacks.
"Please...don't do this...it hurts..." I managed to mouth out in between smacks.
"Lesson number two, a nice whore does not object to anything her fucker says or does," he said, but thankfully, stopped spanking me.
My thankfulness was replaced by disgust as I realized what was coming next.
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