Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

[ddey333]

Ghumar Singh took me to one of the many rooms there and closed the curtain behind him when he entered. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an Indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire room smelled like shit and pee. The entire room had a very dim feel to it. The bed looked very rickety and the bedspread which looked like it hadn’t ever been washed. Apart from that it had a blanket on it. The entire room reminded me of my servant’s room, but that was still neater than this. The room was just big enough for the bed and two more people to stand in it. It was like a train compartment or a small quarter on a ship. The room was sealed with very thin cardboard ply on both ends. It seemed like a bigger room was divided in smaller rooms using those ply. This made me realise why the urinal was so close to the bed, as maybe the toilet part of the bigger room was used to make this as a separate room. I guess it was obvious to have such small rooms when in the prostitution business, after all turnover is everything. The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had used every bit of real estate available to make money by making more rooms for the girls.

Ghumar Singh was about 6 feet and 3 inches tall, very broad and a muscular looking guy. He wasn’t ripped muscular instead just big and muscular. Had a slight pot belly like all Indian men and had a very distinct smell to him which would make any female puke. He had very lustful eyes, which were always red I guess due to the pan masala that he kept on chewing, which also explained his red mouth and tongue. He wore a sky blue coloured kurta pyajama and has a very typical haryanwi jaat accent.

After entering the room, he said:

“Chal ab nangi hoja phata phat, aur apni taangey kholke bistar par let ja, hum bhi to dekhe gori chut kaise lagti hai”

He had a very distinct smirk on his face when he said that and spitted out some pan masala spit while saying this on the well next to the bed where he was supposed to fuck me.

This was it, I said to myself. The transition from what I was to a big slut. I closed my eyes for a second to give myself some strength and then decided to go ahead with it as I had come so far anyway. I was wearing a long length skirt with a halter top which was sticking to my boobs. I took out my top first which exposed the black laced bra which I was wearing and accenting my boobs perfectly. i have a very tiny waste so my 34 boobs look more like 38, plus they’re very very firm and amazing to lick I’ve been told. To add that, I have pink nipples and my clean shaven pussy too is pink unlike other brown pussy which Indian girls have.

After I took off my top I started to take my skirt off, and I saw Ghumar Singh massaging his dick through his pyajama while I was doing that. I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I dropped my skirt, I was standing in front of him in just my lingerie. I then started to pick up my clothes so that I could keep them on the side neatly but just then Ghumar Singh interrupted and said:

“Arey Itna time lagayegi toh customer pareshaan ho jayega”

Then he kicked my dress to one side of the room with his feet and walked towards me. Very roughly he tore my bra and threw it on the edge of the bed and then he pushed me on the bed. I gasped when I fell on the bed and before I could get back in control he grabbed my panties and took them off and threw them again. There I was naked in front of a stranger waiting to get fucked.

He saw me lying there naked for a minute and then took off his kurta and then his pyajama. I was shocked to see him naked and asked myself as to what I was doing there naked. He was like a beast with hair all over his body and I guess never heard the word hygiene in his life. His dick was thicker than my arm and was atleast 9 inches long. It was standing erect and staring at me like a monster. It was extremely black in colour with a purple coloured head at the end. I was terrified to see it and I knew I couldn’t take that in my pussy. I have a camel toe pussy and it’s very young and fresh, I never had been fucked by a dick even half the size of his. So, I just got up in a frenzy and told him:

“Mein itna bada nahi le sakti, I’m sorry mein yeh nahi kar sakti”

I started to get up from the bed, but just then he pushed me back on the bed and said:

“Tere se koi puch raha hai kya ki tu yeh kar sakti hai ya nahi? Chup chap leti reh varna ek chamat maroonga sari akad nikal jayegi. Yeh tere baap ka ghar nahi hai jaha jo tu chahegi wohi hoga, yaha tu ek randi hai aur mein tera dalal, jo mein boloonga tu wohi karegi”

I got so scared listening to him that I had no option left. I just laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I had never been so terrified in my life.