02-07-2019, 02:35 PM
"You bet it is! It's what is inside me, my desire, my need, my happiness at being a slut. That's what turns the men on. They just look at me and they can see it! They know I love getting fucked even more than they love fucking me. It drives them nuts!
Mr. Malik talked to me. He told me to think of fucking and of being the best. That's what I was already thinking of. He also told me not to take off the panties because that would be against the law.
Ajay, you want to fuck?"
"No. I want to hear about the rest of your evening."
"Ajay, it's a good thing you let me fuck other men, because I love to fuck. I don't think there is a man in the world who could keep up with me."
"I agree. Talk!"
"Do you understand what I'm saying? There'll always have to be a lot of men in my life, Ajay. A lot. I love to fuck and suck and swallow cum and feel their hard pricks in me."
"I know, Madhu. That's fine with me. A world class slut like you should have a lot of men. Now, finish your story."
"When it was my turn to dance, Mr. Malik just lifted me to the runway. I looked around at the sea of faces. They were all staring at me, their eyes glazed. I could see their desire for me."
She laughed in a wanton, evil way.
"But all men want a slut like me. All of them. Oh, I loved dancing for them. I loved the way their faces looked as theystared at me. Ajay, they were dazed. They couldn't take their eyes off me. I loved their catcalls and the hands reaching for me. I loved the whistles and the applause. I loved knowing every cock in the place was at attention because of me. Me. Madhu, the slut.
I took my time, bumping and grinding to the music. I could feel the sweat pouring from me, feel the sex oozing from my pores. Slowly, I stripped. I kept the panties on just like Mr. Malik said to do. The men watching me could see my juices sliding down my leg, see the rings in my pussy. I heard them comment on the rings. Honestly, I think a guy in the second row orgasmed in his pants from seeing those rings in my pussy through my sheer panties. Really, the panties, soaked in my pussy juice and plastered to my bloated pussy lips, were sexier than if I wore nothing.
It makes me so horny thinking about it, I need to fuck. Come on, stud. Fuck me! Please?"
"Soon. Go ahead."
She sighed unhappily, then smiled conspiratorially.
"I won, of course. One thousand dollars. The crowd collected another thousand for me to dance a second time. I would have danced for free, but it was nice to be appreciated. I danced slowly, moving my hips and my legs, showing off my body. They loved my body, Ajay. Oh, I could get to where I really liked dancing like that.
After my second dance, when the music stopped, the place was as quiet as a tomb. Everyone was staring at me. Their mouths hung open, their tongues snaked across dry lips. Even the owner and the bouncers stared at me as if they'd never seen anything as sexy, as slutty, as me. Mr. Malik reached up for me. I slid into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him long and hard as I ground my body into his.
I didn't plan to say what burst out of me. But I did. Really loudly I said, 'I want to get fucked right now!'
Oh, my god, I thought the customers would tear the place down getting to me. They were wild animals, Ajay, like bulls in mating season and I was the heifer they wanted to breed. As the bouncers fought off the crowd, the seven fathers carried me out and shoved me in the van. After the van screeched away, Mr. Malik gave me a hard pinch on my tit.
'You'll be whipped for that,' he said.
'Okay, if you tie me down, too,' I said with a giggle. They all started to laugh, but when we got back to the club, they tied me over a poker table and whipped my ass. I loved it. I loved it even through my tears.
Please, Ajay, fuck me. I need it so. Please! Oh, you stud, the best slut in the world is begging you to fuck her. Begging! Come on, Ajay. Fuck me!"
I fucked her. I fucked her hard. What I really liked was that she started cumming almost as soon as I entered her. She came and came, multiple orgasms. When I felt like I might shoot, I pulled out and ate her, holding her arms down by her side, hearing her moans, her begging for me to continue. I ate her until she was exhausted and my jaw was sore. Then, I put my cock in her again and fucked her until I came. Her multiple orgasms did not stop until she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy.
When I rolled off her, she smiled at me, her face soft and relaxed, her eyes sex crazed and unfocused.
Mr. Malik talked to me. He told me to think of fucking and of being the best. That's what I was already thinking of. He also told me not to take off the panties because that would be against the law.
Ajay, you want to fuck?"
"No. I want to hear about the rest of your evening."
"Ajay, it's a good thing you let me fuck other men, because I love to fuck. I don't think there is a man in the world who could keep up with me."
"I agree. Talk!"
"Do you understand what I'm saying? There'll always have to be a lot of men in my life, Ajay. A lot. I love to fuck and suck and swallow cum and feel their hard pricks in me."
"I know, Madhu. That's fine with me. A world class slut like you should have a lot of men. Now, finish your story."
"When it was my turn to dance, Mr. Malik just lifted me to the runway. I looked around at the sea of faces. They were all staring at me, their eyes glazed. I could see their desire for me."
She laughed in a wanton, evil way.
"But all men want a slut like me. All of them. Oh, I loved dancing for them. I loved the way their faces looked as theystared at me. Ajay, they were dazed. They couldn't take their eyes off me. I loved their catcalls and the hands reaching for me. I loved the whistles and the applause. I loved knowing every cock in the place was at attention because of me. Me. Madhu, the slut.
I took my time, bumping and grinding to the music. I could feel the sweat pouring from me, feel the sex oozing from my pores. Slowly, I stripped. I kept the panties on just like Mr. Malik said to do. The men watching me could see my juices sliding down my leg, see the rings in my pussy. I heard them comment on the rings. Honestly, I think a guy in the second row orgasmed in his pants from seeing those rings in my pussy through my sheer panties. Really, the panties, soaked in my pussy juice and plastered to my bloated pussy lips, were sexier than if I wore nothing.
It makes me so horny thinking about it, I need to fuck. Come on, stud. Fuck me! Please?"
"Soon. Go ahead."
She sighed unhappily, then smiled conspiratorially.
"I won, of course. One thousand dollars. The crowd collected another thousand for me to dance a second time. I would have danced for free, but it was nice to be appreciated. I danced slowly, moving my hips and my legs, showing off my body. They loved my body, Ajay. Oh, I could get to where I really liked dancing like that.
After my second dance, when the music stopped, the place was as quiet as a tomb. Everyone was staring at me. Their mouths hung open, their tongues snaked across dry lips. Even the owner and the bouncers stared at me as if they'd never seen anything as sexy, as slutty, as me. Mr. Malik reached up for me. I slid into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him long and hard as I ground my body into his.
I didn't plan to say what burst out of me. But I did. Really loudly I said, 'I want to get fucked right now!'
Oh, my god, I thought the customers would tear the place down getting to me. They were wild animals, Ajay, like bulls in mating season and I was the heifer they wanted to breed. As the bouncers fought off the crowd, the seven fathers carried me out and shoved me in the van. After the van screeched away, Mr. Malik gave me a hard pinch on my tit.
'You'll be whipped for that,' he said.
'Okay, if you tie me down, too,' I said with a giggle. They all started to laugh, but when we got back to the club, they tied me over a poker table and whipped my ass. I loved it. I loved it even through my tears.
Please, Ajay, fuck me. I need it so. Please! Oh, you stud, the best slut in the world is begging you to fuck her. Begging! Come on, Ajay. Fuck me!"
I fucked her. I fucked her hard. What I really liked was that she started cumming almost as soon as I entered her. She came and came, multiple orgasms. When I felt like I might shoot, I pulled out and ate her, holding her arms down by her side, hearing her moans, her begging for me to continue. I ate her until she was exhausted and my jaw was sore. Then, I put my cock in her again and fucked her until I came. Her multiple orgasms did not stop until she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy.
When I rolled off her, she smiled at me, her face soft and relaxed, her eyes sex crazed and unfocused.
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