Fantasy Shraddha For The Streets! Follow Her Journey of Becoming a Street Whore

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She soon took in the entire cock down her throat. She was so close to him that his smelly pubes were tickling her nose.

She felt hot and bothered and wanted to cum badly. She started working his balls with her hand while she sucked his dick. She felt like a whore but she didn't care. He was forcing her to do this and she was enjoying it. Oh fuck, I am going to cum!" he yelled and she felt his dick twitching inside of her mouth. She tried to swallow it but some of it escaped and trickled down her throat.She felt sick but she didn't care. She swallowed it all anyway. She used her finger to scoop off the cum running down her throat and licked it.It was salty and sticky and she loved it. She was busy cleaning his cock when Manglu pulled her head away and ordered her to open her mouth wide. She thought he had another load to empty in her mouth so she smiled at him and opened her mouth wide. But instead of cumming in it, Maglu started pissing.He pissed in her mouth and she tasted it. It was bitter and unpleasant and she spit it out immediately. This is for being a good cocksucker. This is for being a good whore. This is for letting me cum in your mouth even though you can barely swallow it.He pissed in her mouth again and she swallowed it this time. She felt dirty but she didn't care. He pissed in her mouth again and she swallowed it. He pissed in her mouth a third time and she couldn't swallow it anymore. She gagged and coughed it out instead.

Manglu was pissed off and he let her know it.He grabbed her hair and shoved his dick down her throat for a minute. She gagged on it and he pulled it out and pissed in her mouth again. He did this several times and she ended up with a mouth full of piss and a dick in her mouth that was hard to move because of the piss. He kept doing this until her throat was raw and her mouth was stuffed with piss.

Her face now was a hot mess of piss and cum.Her makeup was running and her eyes were puffy. She looked like a fucking wreck. Her makeup was running and her eyes were bloodshot. She was a hot mess and she loved it.

She was a hot little piece of ass and she knew it.

He pulled out of her mouth and ordered her to open her legs. Do it you fucking whore. Open your legs.' She did as she was told and felt her cunt open for business. She felt wet and ready and waiting for a fuck.

He lifted her up and laid her down on the rickshaw seat. He spread her legs wide apart and rammed his dick inside of her cunt. She cried out and closed her eyes and took it all in. He fucked her hard and fast and she felt waves of orgasms hit her like a tsunami. She had never experienced anything like this before and it was mind blowing. The more she gave in the more she got. He rammed his cock like a bull and Shraddha was let out a howl. The entire rickshaw was shaking with every stroke of his.She was screaming like a fucking animal and it was amazing. She felt like a whore but she didn't care.They say whores have souls and hers must be pretty damned soul-less if she could enjoy something like this. He pulled out and rammed it back inside of her cunt and she felt a tight ball of butterflies erupt inside of her. She was about to pass out. She had a long day, and now was being fucked violently. Her body was giving up, but her mind wanted more.She wanted him to cum inside of her. She wanted his dick to pop inside of her cunt. She wanted his cum to make her a goddess. "Oh fuck, I am cumming! Oh fuck, I am cumming! Oh fuck, I am cumming!" he grunted and she felt his dick swell inside of her cunt and then explode inside of her.She felt his balls pull tight and then they both went into a spasm and she felt herself cumming too. She screamed and screamed and screamed and her voice was cracking and her tears were falling faster and faster. She felt hot and sticky and wanted to fall asleep right there on the rickshaw seat.Manglu pulled his dick out of her cunt and pissed in her mouth. You want my cum, you little whore? Swallow it you fucking bhenchod (slut).' She did as she was told and drank it down.He pulled her up and slapped her ass and told her she was a good girl and a good whore. She was proud of herself and her cunt and her voice and her tears and her scream. She was a fucking star and she knew it.

She was done. She couldn't even move her body. The last words she said to Manglu before passing out were, "I can't go home like this. I am dripping with cum and piss. Please take me somewhere and clean me up." She soon passed out. Manglu threw a shawl over her and drove off towards his hut.When she woke up, she felt strange. Her head was aching and her arm was bruised. What happened to me? Where am I? I am naked and covered in mud. What the fuck is going on?Why am I naked? What happened to my clothes? Where is my phone? Where is my purse? Why am I so filthy? I am not supposed to be like this. This is not me. I am not this person. What happened to me? What do I remember?

She had no memory of what happened last night. All she knew right now was that she was lying in some filthy hut covered with mud. She smelt of piss and dried cum.

She barely manage to get up from the floor as her body was still aching badly. She saw her cloths lying on a chair. She picked them up but there filthy and had the same foul odor as her body. She couldn't wear them any more.

She found her bag next to it. She took her phone out of it and saw 10 messages from Jasmine. But before she could open it, her phone died.

She looked around and saw a uniform and a nametag which lit up her mind. It was Manglu's uniform and his nametag. All the memories from last night were flowing in and she remembered how she was fucked like a whore. She felt disgusted. How could she have done that? She never allowed Kamil to even touch her and he was fucking hunk. How could she allow herself to be fucked by this fucker, and that too like a dirty whore? She fell on the floor and hid her head between her thighs and started crying. She wanted to go home. She wanted to know if she was safe.

There was a sound of footsteps. A middle-age lady walked in the room. She was wearing a saree and her face was covered by veil. She threw some clothes at her and left without saying anything. Shraddha picked up the clothes and quickly put them on. She was wearing an Indian salwar suit. It's colors were faded and seemed like it was decades old. It smelled of a cheap laundry detergent. When she opened the door, sunlight poured through the small opening making everything look shiny and new again. She went out and saw she was in a slum area. There was a crowd gathered around her, admiring her like she was someone out of this planet. She hid her face with a dupatta and ran off away from them. She was stopped by a group of young ladies wearing sarees. Even there face were covered in veil. They didn't say anything to her but pulled her towards a nearby well. Shraddha was resisting but it was of no use. The ladies were far more stronger than her. They stripped her down, completely naked and made her sit on a small wooden sit. They surrounded her and formed a circle. One of lady brought an aluminum bucket full of water and poured it on her. Then another lady grabbed something which seemed like laundry soap bar and started rubbing all over her body.In less then 30 seconds, every inch of her body was doused in lathery foam. Shraddha didn't know what was happening but she was in desperate need of a bath so she didn't resist. They were in an open area, but the crowd which was watching her before seemed to have disappeared. It was only her and three ladies wearing saree. One of the lady was scrubbing her hair, other one was pouring water when necessary and the last one inserted a soapy finger in her vagina and started cleaning it from inside.The whole thing felt bizarre yet satisfying. After they finished bathing her, they handed her a towel and told her to dry off. After they finished bathing her, two of the women stepped forward and offered their help getting dressed. However, instead of helping her into her lehenga as they were supposed to, they took turns groping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She was forced to endure this for almost five minutes. They were giggling while touching and feeling her body. One of the lady lifted her veil and kissed her on the lips softly. Shraddha didn't process what just happened but what she saw under the veil was the most beautiful face she had ever seen. The girl seemed young, around 23-24 years of age. She had brown complexion and a symmetrical face. She seemed like a model from those "Dark Beauty" magazine. Shraddha grabbed her by the waist, pulled her closer to her and went in for a deep french kiss. Shraddha had no control over her body.  It seemed like she was so enamored by her beauty that her body went in for a kiss without her knowing. The girl responded by deepening the kiss and pulling her closer. Their tongues met and they seemed to melt into each other.

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To be continued.........