02-07-2019, 02:33 PM
"Do you know what's in my pussy, Ajay?"
"No."
"Cum. The cum of seven men. Five of those seven will be the fathers of your children. Your children, Ajay. And mine. Five little babies for us to raise as our own. Ajay, you better sit down."
She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. When she smiled, I could see flakes of white, dried cum, break off and float away.
"Ajay, seven men put their seed in me to get me pregnant. They're not all white. Ajay, I don't care. Do you?"
"No. Mr. Malik told me the plan to get you pregnant."
"And you don't mind? Thank God, Ajay, because I love his plan. I love the idea that I'll have children that don't look like you, not even of your race. I love that all of my children will have different fathers. I mean, this is definitely world class slut. I was afraid you'd object."
"Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy."
She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded. She had something else to tell me and she was afraid of my response.
"That's not all, Ajay. I'm going to be a whore."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of them fuck me. There are twenty-five of them, Ajay. Twenty-five hard cocks to keep my sweet pussy filled. I like thinking of you and twenty-five other men to keep me satisfied. But they're going to pay me. That makes me a whore."
Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, leaving wet tracks in the dried cum she wore as slut makeup. Her lower lip began to quiver like it always did when she was going to cry.
"Ajay," she said in a timid, tiny voice. "I don't want to be a whore. I want to be a slut."
"Madhu!" The sharp edge to my voice seized her attention. "You're not a whore. You're a professional slut. Think about it. Everyone knows a professional is better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like baseball, or tennis, or skating. You're not going to be on the street soliciting. You're not going to have sex with just anyone. You have a full time career as private slut to a club of wealthy men. You're being rewarded for being the best slut in the world. You're a professional slut."
"Oh, Ajay, do you really think that is what I am?"
"Of course."
"You don't think I'm a whore?"
"No."
She smiled again and the tears dried up. She thought about it, her expression changing from sadness through concentration to happiness.
"Ajay. You're right! I'm a professional slut, not a whore. Oh, Ajay, think about it. I'm a pro."
"Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they make you?"
Mr. Malik had told me what the offer would be, but he told me not to tell Madhu about it. I was waiting for her to tell me and I planned to act surprised when she said it. I really was surprised.
"Ajay, they made me a pathetic offer. So, we negotiated. I mean, I'm going to have five children to support and put through college. They offered a lousy ten thousand a month. Now, let me tell you how it ended up. There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. Malik' club and Horse. I thought it was so sweet Horse wanted to be included. I really like him."
"I know you do," I said. I knew she liked his big cock as well as his sweetness.
"Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred dollars a month. For that, they get me three times a month each. They can sign up for extra time at two hundred an hour. Anal sex is two hundred extra each penetration. I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to twenty-five thousand a month. I have to pay for the townhouse, and the costumes and stuff, and the supplies and things."
"What do you mean by costumes?"
"You know. Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when they want me to act like a collegegirl, maids uniforms, nurses uniforms, corsets, bondage equipment like ropes and whips. Costumes and stuff."
"I never thought about that."
"That's why I'm the professional here. You know what else? One of them is a car dealer. I ordered a new convertible, which he's selling me at his cost. I can pick it up tomorrow. A slut needs good wheels, Ajay."
She dug her nails into my arms.
"Think about it! We'll be financially secure in just a few years. We can invest all that money for our future, Ajay, yours and mine. And the children. The children's future, too."
Madhu leaned into me and pushed me on my back. She straddled me, resting her pussy on my chest.
"Do you want to eat this cum, Ajay, the cum of the seven fathers?"
"No. I told you that."
"Just offering, in case you changed your mind. Come on."
She hopped off me and went into the bathroom. She got her water glass by the sink and held it under her pussy as she gently removed the comb. Cum plopped out and ran into the glass. When she thought she had it all, she raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down, licking her glass and her lips when she was through.
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"No."
"Cum. The cum of seven men. Five of those seven will be the fathers of your children. Your children, Ajay. And mine. Five little babies for us to raise as our own. Ajay, you better sit down."
She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. When she smiled, I could see flakes of white, dried cum, break off and float away.
"Ajay, seven men put their seed in me to get me pregnant. They're not all white. Ajay, I don't care. Do you?"
"No. Mr. Malik told me the plan to get you pregnant."
"And you don't mind? Thank God, Ajay, because I love his plan. I love the idea that I'll have children that don't look like you, not even of your race. I love that all of my children will have different fathers. I mean, this is definitely world class slut. I was afraid you'd object."
"Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy."
She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded. She had something else to tell me and she was afraid of my response.
"That's not all, Ajay. I'm going to be a whore."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of them fuck me. There are twenty-five of them, Ajay. Twenty-five hard cocks to keep my sweet pussy filled. I like thinking of you and twenty-five other men to keep me satisfied. But they're going to pay me. That makes me a whore."
Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, leaving wet tracks in the dried cum she wore as slut makeup. Her lower lip began to quiver like it always did when she was going to cry.
"Ajay," she said in a timid, tiny voice. "I don't want to be a whore. I want to be a slut."
"Madhu!" The sharp edge to my voice seized her attention. "You're not a whore. You're a professional slut. Think about it. Everyone knows a professional is better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like baseball, or tennis, or skating. You're not going to be on the street soliciting. You're not going to have sex with just anyone. You have a full time career as private slut to a club of wealthy men. You're being rewarded for being the best slut in the world. You're a professional slut."
"Oh, Ajay, do you really think that is what I am?"
"Of course."
"You don't think I'm a whore?"
"No."
She smiled again and the tears dried up. She thought about it, her expression changing from sadness through concentration to happiness.
"Ajay. You're right! I'm a professional slut, not a whore. Oh, Ajay, think about it. I'm a pro."
"Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they make you?"
Mr. Malik had told me what the offer would be, but he told me not to tell Madhu about it. I was waiting for her to tell me and I planned to act surprised when she said it. I really was surprised.
"Ajay, they made me a pathetic offer. So, we negotiated. I mean, I'm going to have five children to support and put through college. They offered a lousy ten thousand a month. Now, let me tell you how it ended up. There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. Malik' club and Horse. I thought it was so sweet Horse wanted to be included. I really like him."
"I know you do," I said. I knew she liked his big cock as well as his sweetness.
"Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred dollars a month. For that, they get me three times a month each. They can sign up for extra time at two hundred an hour. Anal sex is two hundred extra each penetration. I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to twenty-five thousand a month. I have to pay for the townhouse, and the costumes and stuff, and the supplies and things."
"What do you mean by costumes?"
"You know. Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when they want me to act like a collegegirl, maids uniforms, nurses uniforms, corsets, bondage equipment like ropes and whips. Costumes and stuff."
"I never thought about that."
"That's why I'm the professional here. You know what else? One of them is a car dealer. I ordered a new convertible, which he's selling me at his cost. I can pick it up tomorrow. A slut needs good wheels, Ajay."
She dug her nails into my arms.
"Think about it! We'll be financially secure in just a few years. We can invest all that money for our future, Ajay, yours and mine. And the children. The children's future, too."
Madhu leaned into me and pushed me on my back. She straddled me, resting her pussy on my chest.
"Do you want to eat this cum, Ajay, the cum of the seven fathers?"
"No. I told you that."
"Just offering, in case you changed your mind. Come on."
She hopped off me and went into the bathroom. She got her water glass by the sink and held it under her pussy as she gently removed the comb. Cum plopped out and ran into the glass. When she thought she had it all, she raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down, licking her glass and her lips when she was through.
Final Episode of Bhabhi & Sister Blackmailed and bangd By my Boss has being posted
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