Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

"No, we have a guest room on the top floor," Shabnam said with a smile, "Some clients prefer to use it, while others would call you to a hotel room. Since today is your first time, Adil prefers to keep you here under supervision."
"Adil said you'd brief me about what I need to do." Meera said.
"Well," Shabnam said, "This gentleman wants you to call him daddy. He wants a slutty college girl whom he can punish so you gotta kinda roleplay. He might cane you a bit, but no matter what happens do not talk back to the client, and do not hurt him, clear?"
Meera nodded.
Shabnam led her to the room where the client was waiting.
Meera nervously entered the room. She found an elderly gentleman, in his late 50s sitting on the bed. His eyes growled on seeing her. She started taking tiny steps towards him.
He got up from the bed and walked towards her. He glared at her cleavage showing through her unbuttoned blouse.
"Why are the buttons of your blouse open?" he asked angrily.
Meera just stood with her head lowered.
"You just want boys to notice you and think you are sexy, don't you? Shalemess slut! You are such a disgrace!" the man said, "You are sent to college to study and not to fuck around, but you can't control the slut within you, can you?"
"I am sorry daddy," Meera said.
The man began to boldly run his hands over her breasts.
"Do you let boys feel your boobs like this?" he asked.
Meera lowered her gaze.
"Don't be shy," he said, "I know you are a slut collegegirl who wants all the boys in the college to fuck her. Tell me, do you let boys feel your boobs like this?" he sharply pinched her nipples from over her blouse and made her moan.
Meera was crushed at the thought of how boldly he touched her body and there was nothing she could do about him. She had to let him touch her, feel her, and do whatever he pleased with her body. She was a whore now, and her body was an object of pleasure to be touched and used by any man who paid her.
"Look at this skirt, so short that your pussy and ass are actually spilling out" he said running his hand up her thighs, "Why do you wear such a short skirt? Is it because you want boys to see your panties?"
"Yes daddy," Meera replied
"Show me your panties," he ordered.
Meera reluctantly raised her skirt revealing her lacy panties. The man began to unbutton her blouse as Meera held her skirt up. He removed all the buttons of her blouse revealing her lacy bra.
"My my, you wear such slutty lingerie to college? I guess that makes you feel sexy, huh? So your pussy can always be wet to be fucked anytime?" he asked.
"I am sorry daddy," Meera said.
"I am going to teach you a bloody lesson today, so that you learn how to behave like a proper woman," he said, "Now take off your pathetic clothes and let me see how used your slut body is already."
Meera dropped her blouse and skirt to the floor. Then she removed her bra and panties and stood naked before the man. The man saw her degrading tattoos and smiled.
"You must be the lowest class of a slut to get such dirty decorations for your body," he jeered at her, "You want everyone to know what a cock hungry slut you are, don't you?"
Meera was now in tears. "Yes daddy," she said tearfully.
The man slapped her hard across the face. Meera was badly shaken due to the impact.
"Look here," he ordered, "I want to slap you again."
Meera had no choice. She turned her face towards the man still keeping her gaze lowered. The man hit her again across another cheek.
"Look here again," he said, "I am going to keep slapping you till you've learned your lesson."
Meera kept taking the abuse silently. He slapped her 5 more times till both her cheeks had imprints of his fingers and her lip bled.
"What's the point of crying now?" he said, "God knows how many cocks you must have taken up your sloppy twat. Lie down and spread your legs and let me see."
Meera obeyed the man. She slowly opened her legs exposing her pussy to him.
"This is the most used stinking cunt I've seen," the man insulted her, "And look it is wet for more! What are you, some kind of a bitch in permanent heat?"
He began touching her clit. Meera moaned as the touch sent waves of pleasurable sensations in her body. Then he inserted two fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking her. Meera couldn't fight the pleasure he was forcing on her.
"Look how you are enjoying this," he said, "this is exactly what I need to fix."
The man took off his leather belt and held it in one hand. With the other hand he kept finger fucking her pussy. He was skilled with his fingers, he rubbed her clit with his thumb while two of his fingers massaged the insides of her wet pussy. Meera felt an orgasm building. She reflexively opened her legs wider and she moaned louder. And just as she was about to orgasm, the man stopped playing with her pussy and hit her hard with his leather belt across her boobs leaving behind a welt. Meera screamed in pain.