26-06-2025, 11:21 AM
Title : garbage collector Fucked me -1
( this story very much impressed me so i can write here. )
Fewdays passed one day
The owner uncle of the shop, taking advances, pressed my breasts one day, squeezed my buttocks another day, that and all I allowed, but when he wagged at me his skin capped penis one day I was scared.
I gave up the job. I tried my luck as a house maid too. The men folks there, the land lord, his college going son and the land lord’s father-in-law, all of them wanted to have sex with me, to the back of their women folks, that of course I understood, but when they exposed me their pricks I was panicked.
I stopped going there. I survived as a rag picker ( garbage collecting ).
On that day I went into the streets, as usual picking rags. After quite some time, I became aware of a young man following me.
I felt a chillness running through me. I sped up and moved towards the lake, where security persons would be posted. That man chased me not, but in his leisurely phase followed me there also.
Where are you heading towards, sir?” a security man intervened him, “Nobody is allowed in the lake area before 6 O’ Clock.”
That young man, then, backtracked. I felt relieved. At sunrise, I was in the market area, searching through the vegetable wastes.
And suddenly there I noticed him, the young man who followed me in the early hours. He was watching me. No, it seemed, he was admiring me. I observed him through side glances. He was tall, young and also handsome.
I took to the road towards my hut. He followed me there too. My follower was on my tail. I reached the bridge, then got down from the road and went up towards my hut.
Once I climbed the plateau, where my hut was, I turned around and looked for him. He was standing there near the bridge. I knew, being a man of high strata, he would not follow me in to the slum.
I went inside my hut. My five year old daughter was sleeping still. I came out. My eyes strayed towards the bridge. The man who followed me was nowhere around. Then with a sigh of relief, I stuck on to my morning routines.
Story to be continued..
Tg : @hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
( this story very much impressed me so i can write here. )
Fewdays passed one day
The owner uncle of the shop, taking advances, pressed my breasts one day, squeezed my buttocks another day, that and all I allowed, but when he wagged at me his skin capped penis one day I was scared.
I gave up the job. I tried my luck as a house maid too. The men folks there, the land lord, his college going son and the land lord’s father-in-law, all of them wanted to have sex with me, to the back of their women folks, that of course I understood, but when they exposed me their pricks I was panicked.
I stopped going there. I survived as a rag picker ( garbage collecting ).
On that day I went into the streets, as usual picking rags. After quite some time, I became aware of a young man following me.
I felt a chillness running through me. I sped up and moved towards the lake, where security persons would be posted. That man chased me not, but in his leisurely phase followed me there also.
Where are you heading towards, sir?” a security man intervened him, “Nobody is allowed in the lake area before 6 O’ Clock.”
That young man, then, backtracked. I felt relieved. At sunrise, I was in the market area, searching through the vegetable wastes.
And suddenly there I noticed him, the young man who followed me in the early hours. He was watching me. No, it seemed, he was admiring me. I observed him through side glances. He was tall, young and also handsome.
I took to the road towards my hut. He followed me there too. My follower was on my tail. I reached the bridge, then got down from the road and went up towards my hut.
Once I climbed the plateau, where my hut was, I turned around and looked for him. He was standing there near the bridge. I knew, being a man of high strata, he would not follow me in to the slum.
I went inside my hut. My five year old daughter was sleeping still. I came out. My eyes strayed towards the bridge. The man who followed me was nowhere around. Then with a sigh of relief, I stuck on to my morning routines.
Story to be continued..
Tg : @hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
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