28-03-2022, 10:21 AM
**Part 16.**
Purvi’s eyes were starting to water. She was starting to feel uncomfortable being in the mart alone with dadaji. Initially, he was struggling to keep his eyes off her chest, but now he was full on staring right at her nipples.
Dadaji sat on his chair, watching her curiously. His old wrinkled face smiled slightly, enjoying the view in front of him. She took a deep long breath, and
“Dadaji … “, Purvi slowly moved to the side of the table to stand in front of him, for the first time, the old man could see her panties. She was pulling down on her top, trying to cover as much of her bottoms as she could, making the top stretch out against her breasts. Purvi watched dadaji’s eyes go wide, taken aback by the view in front of him.
“What’s this, ma...”, he whispered softly, taking in the view of her thighs as she slowly stepped towards him, holding down the top to cover her panties. Purvi peeked at the entrance of the Mart, barely making out Ravi standing in a corner, watching her every move.
“Dadaji... please... the money... “, she mumbled softly, looking down, avoiding his eyes “... is inside... “
“Inside?... “, he watched intensely as Purvi slowly pulled up her top to her stomach, revealing her thin white panty to him.
He could make out the outline of her juicy pussy lips, with a little thin long hard bulge in between her slit poking out through the cloth.
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What was that? Halim thought to himself. Was she carrying her money inside her panties? Halim was confused as to what Purvi was doing. Was she teasing him? Was she trying to make him look like a fool? Was she secretly recording? He was not going to accept being a part of whatever game this young slut was playing. He was going to teach her a lesson if she was planning on making him a laughing stock to her friends.
He grabbed the long wooden ruler off his table, pointing it at her, “What is the meaning of this?”, Halim raised his voice a little bit, trying to intimidate her. “What game are you playing with your friends?”, he asked her, waiting for a reaction.
“Is somebody recording?”, he peeked out towards the dark entrance seeing nobody there. "Is this some sort of joke? Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of your friends...?”
Purvi’s face changed, she looked fearfully at the long ruler Halim was swinging at her. “No … no... dadaji.. “, she let go of her top, raising her hands up slightly to defend herself.
“Then?”, Halim raised his eyebrows at her, his eyes caught her hard nipple poking through the top. “I can play games with you as well.”, he placed the end of the ruler on her chest, the edge poking into her right breast just above her nipple.
“I’m not playing dadaji … “, Purvi’s looked down at his hand, watching his old wrinkled muscular arm slowly move the edge wooden ruler down towards her nipple, poking the hard nub.
TAPPP! Halim smacked the wooden ruler against her right nipple. Purvi felt the burn on her breast as the hard wood met her skin.
“Ahh... Dadaji!!”, her pressed her hand against her right breast, squeezing it to numb the pain. “Please … don’t. “
TAPPP! Another hard smack on her left breast. Halim smiled slightly as he watched her heavy breasts jiggle under her sweaty thin top every time he slapped it. Purvi placed both her hands on her breasts, trying to cover them from getting hit by the ruler again. Her eyes were starting to water.
“Dadaji. It hurts... “, she pleaded, her voice soft, trying to hold back from letting a tear roll down her face.
“Are you trying to make me look like a fool?”, Halim had toned down over the years, adapting to his new slow-paced lifestyle. But looking at this young busty teen in front of him in barely any clothes was sending sexual urges he had not experienced in years to his brain and his cock. “I’ll teach you a lesson.”
TAPPP!TAPPP!TAPP!!, Halim started to smack her body with the ruler, focusing on her breasts and hips. He watched as Purvi jumped around, trying to avoid the swinging thin piece of wood. Her breasts dancing as she twisted and turned her body. She was starting to cry.
“What was it again, bitch?”, Halim sneered at her. “Where is the money you said?”
“Do..down dadaji...”, he listened as she sniffled, her nose and eyes watery.
“Down where?!”, he raised the wooden ruler again, watching her body arch backwards, trying to avoid his hand.
“M..my.. panties..”
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Ravi could hear everything that was going on inside the little mart. He hid beside the metal shutter when he heard Halim ask about her ‘friend’, knowing he would look around.
He slowly poked his head out to peek inside the entrance, watching Halim smack Purvi’s body with his ruler. “This is getting good.”, he smiled as he held his phone up, getting a clear shot of both of them at the cashier counter.
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Purvi was hurting. She could feel every hard smack from dadaji’s long wooden ruler on her body. Some hits had landed on her nipples, right on the tip. The pain was unbearable. He had started to smack her hips and thighs as well, making her jump.
“Come closer! Pull it up, you little bitch.”, Dadaji waved the ruler in front of her face, slightly tapping her cheek. He was still seated in his chair, his eyes were red. The kind old man she knew of was gone. He was watching her every move like a hawk.
“Da.. dadaji.. ?”, Purvi’s eyes went wide again. She was just expecting him to reach into her panties and remove the folded cash notes, not strip.
“I said pull it up!”, TAPPP, he smacked her left thigh hard, leaving a long bruise on her smooth delicate skin.
Purvi could feel the tears running down her cheeks as she slowly lifted her top up to her navel. She watched as dadaji smiled slightly, his eyes now focused between her legs. He adjusted his glasses, holding the wooden ruler with his left hand, he reached down between her legs with the right.
She felt a finger gently graze against her panties, his middle and fore finger lightly touching each covered pussy lip. His fingers stopped when he felt the hard rolled paper in between.
“Well, this is a first for me. “, Dadaji smiled, his finger slowly pressing down on the money. ” Spread wider!”, he raised his voice, making her jump a little.
Dadaji replaced the ruler onto his right hand, placing the hard wood between her legs. She could feel the edge of the sharp ruler poking into her thighs. She held it in, embracing the uncomfortable light pain. He placed his left hand on her stomach, feeling the smooth skin.
“Beautiful. It’s been a while since I had felt skin this smooth.”, he left his hand graze along her body, slowly moving upwards towards her breasts, pushing her top up, exposing her chest. His eyes gleaming as the two big soft mounds of delicious tit meat met him, her big dark areolas gleaming under the warm light.
He cupped her right tit from below, pushing it upwards slightly, feeling the weight of the meat. “So big...”, he whispered, his eyes not moving from her top. The ruler was still between her legs, the hard edge scratching against her skin, trying to push her panty aside.
Dadaji squeezed Purvi’s breast hard, holding her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “Come closer ...”. Purvi felt the tip of the ruler poking into her pussy lips as dadaji placed his mouth on her left nipple, his teeth biting down on it.
“Ahhh...”, she gasped from the pain as dadaji bit down hard, pulling her nipple with his teeth. His left hand was still pinching her other nipple, twisting and pulling the hard nub. She could make out red marks on the skin of her chest from where dadaji has smacked her with the wooden ruler a few minutes ago.
Purvi gritted her teeth as she felt his tongue play with around with her left nipple in his wet mouth, lapping the wrinkly areola, sucking on her sweat. He took his mouth off her breast, looking at her like a hungry dog.
TAPPP! She felt the ruler hit her pussy hard, the edges hitting the soft tender skin. Dadaji was tapping the tip of the thin wood against her panties in the middle of her legs. “What was I supposed to do again? Take the money from here?”, he remarked sarcastically, taking his left hand off her breast and placed it in between her legs, squeezing her pussy lips tightly together. Purvi could feel the paper digging into her slit.
“Oww... dadaji.. Please... that hurts...”, Purvi squirmed as she stood there with her legs slightly open, dadaji. TAPPP!TAPPP!!!. He smacked her inner thighs with the ruler while gripping her pussy with his left hand, making her legs open wider.
“You came here wanting to make me look like a fool, look at you now...”, he whispered at her, a hint of threat in his voice.
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**End of Part 16.**
Purvi’s eyes were starting to water. She was starting to feel uncomfortable being in the mart alone with dadaji. Initially, he was struggling to keep his eyes off her chest, but now he was full on staring right at her nipples.
Dadaji sat on his chair, watching her curiously. His old wrinkled face smiled slightly, enjoying the view in front of him. She took a deep long breath, and
“Dadaji … “, Purvi slowly moved to the side of the table to stand in front of him, for the first time, the old man could see her panties. She was pulling down on her top, trying to cover as much of her bottoms as she could, making the top stretch out against her breasts. Purvi watched dadaji’s eyes go wide, taken aback by the view in front of him.
“What’s this, ma...”, he whispered softly, taking in the view of her thighs as she slowly stepped towards him, holding down the top to cover her panties. Purvi peeked at the entrance of the Mart, barely making out Ravi standing in a corner, watching her every move.
“Dadaji... please... the money... “, she mumbled softly, looking down, avoiding his eyes “... is inside... “
“Inside?... “, he watched intensely as Purvi slowly pulled up her top to her stomach, revealing her thin white panty to him.
He could make out the outline of her juicy pussy lips, with a little thin long hard bulge in between her slit poking out through the cloth.
----------
What was that? Halim thought to himself. Was she carrying her money inside her panties? Halim was confused as to what Purvi was doing. Was she teasing him? Was she trying to make him look like a fool? Was she secretly recording? He was not going to accept being a part of whatever game this young slut was playing. He was going to teach her a lesson if she was planning on making him a laughing stock to her friends.
He grabbed the long wooden ruler off his table, pointing it at her, “What is the meaning of this?”, Halim raised his voice a little bit, trying to intimidate her. “What game are you playing with your friends?”, he asked her, waiting for a reaction.
“Is somebody recording?”, he peeked out towards the dark entrance seeing nobody there. "Is this some sort of joke? Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of your friends...?”
Purvi’s face changed, she looked fearfully at the long ruler Halim was swinging at her. “No … no... dadaji.. “, she let go of her top, raising her hands up slightly to defend herself.
“Then?”, Halim raised his eyebrows at her, his eyes caught her hard nipple poking through the top. “I can play games with you as well.”, he placed the end of the ruler on her chest, the edge poking into her right breast just above her nipple.
“I’m not playing dadaji … “, Purvi’s looked down at his hand, watching his old wrinkled muscular arm slowly move the edge wooden ruler down towards her nipple, poking the hard nub.
TAPPP! Halim smacked the wooden ruler against her right nipple. Purvi felt the burn on her breast as the hard wood met her skin.
“Ahh... Dadaji!!”, her pressed her hand against her right breast, squeezing it to numb the pain. “Please … don’t. “
TAPPP! Another hard smack on her left breast. Halim smiled slightly as he watched her heavy breasts jiggle under her sweaty thin top every time he slapped it. Purvi placed both her hands on her breasts, trying to cover them from getting hit by the ruler again. Her eyes were starting to water.
“Dadaji. It hurts... “, she pleaded, her voice soft, trying to hold back from letting a tear roll down her face.
“Are you trying to make me look like a fool?”, Halim had toned down over the years, adapting to his new slow-paced lifestyle. But looking at this young busty teen in front of him in barely any clothes was sending sexual urges he had not experienced in years to his brain and his cock. “I’ll teach you a lesson.”
TAPPP!TAPPP!TAPP!!, Halim started to smack her body with the ruler, focusing on her breasts and hips. He watched as Purvi jumped around, trying to avoid the swinging thin piece of wood. Her breasts dancing as she twisted and turned her body. She was starting to cry.
“What was it again, bitch?”, Halim sneered at her. “Where is the money you said?”
“Do..down dadaji...”, he listened as she sniffled, her nose and eyes watery.
“Down where?!”, he raised the wooden ruler again, watching her body arch backwards, trying to avoid his hand.
“M..my.. panties..”
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Ravi could hear everything that was going on inside the little mart. He hid beside the metal shutter when he heard Halim ask about her ‘friend’, knowing he would look around.
He slowly poked his head out to peek inside the entrance, watching Halim smack Purvi’s body with his ruler. “This is getting good.”, he smiled as he held his phone up, getting a clear shot of both of them at the cashier counter.
----------
Purvi was hurting. She could feel every hard smack from dadaji’s long wooden ruler on her body. Some hits had landed on her nipples, right on the tip. The pain was unbearable. He had started to smack her hips and thighs as well, making her jump.
“Come closer! Pull it up, you little bitch.”, Dadaji waved the ruler in front of her face, slightly tapping her cheek. He was still seated in his chair, his eyes were red. The kind old man she knew of was gone. He was watching her every move like a hawk.
“Da.. dadaji.. ?”, Purvi’s eyes went wide again. She was just expecting him to reach into her panties and remove the folded cash notes, not strip.
“I said pull it up!”, TAPPP, he smacked her left thigh hard, leaving a long bruise on her smooth delicate skin.
Purvi could feel the tears running down her cheeks as she slowly lifted her top up to her navel. She watched as dadaji smiled slightly, his eyes now focused between her legs. He adjusted his glasses, holding the wooden ruler with his left hand, he reached down between her legs with the right.
She felt a finger gently graze against her panties, his middle and fore finger lightly touching each covered pussy lip. His fingers stopped when he felt the hard rolled paper in between.
“Well, this is a first for me. “, Dadaji smiled, his finger slowly pressing down on the money. ” Spread wider!”, he raised his voice, making her jump a little.
Dadaji replaced the ruler onto his right hand, placing the hard wood between her legs. She could feel the edge of the sharp ruler poking into her thighs. She held it in, embracing the uncomfortable light pain. He placed his left hand on her stomach, feeling the smooth skin.
“Beautiful. It’s been a while since I had felt skin this smooth.”, he left his hand graze along her body, slowly moving upwards towards her breasts, pushing her top up, exposing her chest. His eyes gleaming as the two big soft mounds of delicious tit meat met him, her big dark areolas gleaming under the warm light.
He cupped her right tit from below, pushing it upwards slightly, feeling the weight of the meat. “So big...”, he whispered, his eyes not moving from her top. The ruler was still between her legs, the hard edge scratching against her skin, trying to push her panty aside.
Dadaji squeezed Purvi’s breast hard, holding her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “Come closer ...”. Purvi felt the tip of the ruler poking into her pussy lips as dadaji placed his mouth on her left nipple, his teeth biting down on it.
“Ahhh...”, she gasped from the pain as dadaji bit down hard, pulling her nipple with his teeth. His left hand was still pinching her other nipple, twisting and pulling the hard nub. She could make out red marks on the skin of her chest from where dadaji has smacked her with the wooden ruler a few minutes ago.
Purvi gritted her teeth as she felt his tongue play with around with her left nipple in his wet mouth, lapping the wrinkly areola, sucking on her sweat. He took his mouth off her breast, looking at her like a hungry dog.
TAPPP! She felt the ruler hit her pussy hard, the edges hitting the soft tender skin. Dadaji was tapping the tip of the thin wood against her panties in the middle of her legs. “What was I supposed to do again? Take the money from here?”, he remarked sarcastically, taking his left hand off her breast and placed it in between her legs, squeezing her pussy lips tightly together. Purvi could feel the paper digging into her slit.
“Oww... dadaji.. Please... that hurts...”, Purvi squirmed as she stood there with her legs slightly open, dadaji. TAPPP!TAPPP!!!. He smacked her inner thighs with the ruler while gripping her pussy with his left hand, making her legs open wider.
“You came here wanting to make me look like a fool, look at you now...”, he whispered at her, a hint of threat in his voice.
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**End of Part 16.**
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