I became Whore of Zahid - Copied

[hirarandi]

The next afternoon, he fucked me again.
I baulked at nothing, absolutely nothing. When I had his cock in my mouth, it was the most wonderful feeling. He fucked my mouth slowly and happily and wouldn't have minded if he'd gone on all night.
Then he turned me on my front, kneeling on the floor and bent over the bed and entered me from behind, straddling my hips in a low crouch and pushing his cock in and in and in till I thought it would rip me in two, it was so big, so thick, so hot, so hard.
He fucked me hungrily then, thrusting greedily in and out of my Choot and I came again, long and slow and this time he came too, his cock buried deep in my Choot. I never forgot that first exquisite feeling of hot jazz spurting and spurting and spurting into my Choot.
After that, we met in his hut every afternoon. I was naturally curious and adventurous in bed and willing to try anything so long as it felt good. I never tired of sex. When he suggested anal sex, I didn’t hesitate and as his cock ground into my anus, I felt no pain, just a glorious, stinging exhilaration that made me call out to him for more in the gutter words he had taught me.
A few weeks later, he introduced me to his friends from the garage, Dinesh and Danny, both lean, hard-bodied youths with quietly handsome faces. Now I was 'his', Zahid's, his woman, his mate, his keep. I didn’t mind living the lie, somehow it had a nice feeling to it. I played my role dutifully, almost like his wife.
In his hut, I made tea for all of them and served the men. I noticed how Dinesh and Danny followed me with their.
I had a natural streak of exhibitionism in me and I knew with a clarity unusual for a teenager that I didn’t love Zahid, that it was the sex that drew me, that and the additional exciting fillip of doing something secretly and on the sly, something risky.
I teased Dinesh and Danny, giving them glimpses of my breasts under my low-necked blouse, moving sensually around the hut, letting my eyes smolder on theirs.
The men finished their tea and stepped out for a smoke. I sprawled on the hemp cot with a magazine, waiting for Zahid to come back.
" Sheetal , " Zahid said softly as he returned.
I was lying on the bed now on my side, my head propped in my hand, my elbow bent, leafing through a cheap magazine.
My sari had slipped into the crook of my arm. In the heat, two or three of the buttons down the front of my tight blouse were open and my breasts strained at the cloth, showing a lot of my deep cleavage and luscious breasts. Zahid sat behind and leaned over, an arm in front of my belly. I didn’t look up at him.
“What is it? " I murmured.
He cleared his throat. “Sheetal, I . um . Dinesh . that is, Dinesh and Danny . "
"Yes? "
"They . um . they would also like . "
“What? "
He didn’t reply. There was a soft rustle as Zahid's chums came in again. I glanced at them, saw the looks on their faces, and turned back to Zahid.
“What, Zahid? What would they like? "
He looked at me nervously and swallowed. I smiled.
"They'd like to fuck me, isn't that it? "
There was a little silence. Then Zahid stared, nodded glumly.
“Well, you don't have to look so downcast about it, Zahid, " I grinned. "Of course I'll fuck them. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, as they say, and if I can't please your friends, I'm not a good friend to you, right? "
The men stared at me, dumbfounded. I closed the book and flipped on my back on the bed.
"On one condition, though, " I murmured, reaching up and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "Before they fuck me, they must sit here and watch you fuck me. Then they can fuck me and you've got to watch. Okay? "
Zahid grinned in excitement and pulled my blouse open and squeezed my naked breast. I was wearing nothing under it.