Adultery Vicious Veer Prathap Singh vs Wily Watchman Narsingh (Upd Feb 15)

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Adventurous modern rich young girl vs Cunning old watch man


 



One of the items in the bucket list of the old watch man’s fantasies is to trap a rich modern young girl and fuck her mercilessly in a low class cheap ugly lodge in a dirty shitty locality

The day the new guests have arrived in the guest house, his eyes fell on the two young girls and decided one of these two will have the pleasure of sucking my thick long lund in the famous lodge located in a notorious red light area, so he had the plan chalked out !!!


Sheethal, since her childhood, had it all; money, looks and a loving family. Sheethal was what you called a tease; she got a thrill out of teasing men and denying them what they would have forcibly taken back in the Stone Age where your pussy belonged the strongest man in the clan. After moving to US for studies she wanted to explore the other side of her life as a child in a feudal system couldn’t get her dew freedom, she wanted to now be little naughty and bold.  She would go to clubs wearing the most provocative little black dress and dance with men on the dance floor, she would dance with one man, and would instantly switch to another, while dancing with one she would gyrate her ass against the pelvis of another man, thus sending him over the top.

She used to go to the bar with only 5 dollars in her pocket and get different men to buy her drinks, food, and even drop her home, she would give them wrong numbers and when the men used to call her the next day, the phone would ring somewhere. Basically she was a very pampered bitch.

As she grew up, she became famous in the whole district for her buxom looks. She was about 5’6’’ tall, not really tall but just tall enough that if you embraced her, your cock would rest flat on her belly. On top of that she was blessed with 36DD boobs (which jiggled with every step she took or every little movement of her body) which she inherited from her voluptuous mom,  a slim 26 waist to hold onto while pounding her massive 38 ass.  She was what you called a double looker. When she was walking towards you you’d be staring at her boobs and while she was walking away, you’d find yourself staring at her jiggling ass. She has the assets and never shied away from using them also.

She would always wear tops to highlight her curves and boobs, whenever she was in class she’d not expose her cleavage but when she went out with male friends or met with any male professor she would adjust her top so that an inch of cleavage was showing to entice them to spend more money on her or renegotiate better grades in class.

She was a total whore who knew how to extract the maximum from different men in position. Often times she would be arguing about her grades with a professor (in US)  in his chambers and while the professor would reach for a file or paper, she would do the same and in the process make sure that her ample breasts mashed against his forearm. The professor would immediately get an erection and she would smile coyly and like magic her grades would rise. She also used to wear dresses to highlight her ass or you could say that treasures like that just cannot stay hidden. When she wore something ethnic like a Saree or Salwar, it would pop out like a balloon and sway with every movement of her body or when she wore fitted jeans it would look like two gel filled pads with a deep valley in between, I swear if you ever saw it, you’d want to put your cock in the valley and just go to sleep.

 

Every movement or simple act of hers would be that like a porn story, even the way she spoke in a seductive husky voice would dissolve madness in your ears and make your cock want to rip your pants open. Her dad Veer absolutely treated her like a princess, he had always told her that she was his princess and given her everything that she had ever wanted before even she had the opportunity to ask. Smartphone by 12, laptop by 14, scooter by 16 and a brand new expensive car by 18, she was absolutely a spoiled brat. She used to look down on every guy who crossed her, she knew exactly what they wanted from her, gave a small trailer of it and later when her work was done she refused to even recognize them. Many times she gave boys her mobile number, in college, in coaching center and college and as soon as she passed, she would black list their numbers and never think of them again.

Basically she was a very self cantered person, even on her social media profile one would find thousands of pics of selfies and her own pics showing off her assets and sometimes in duck face and other poses with her slutty girl friends. Who were taking the pics, who were driving and dropping them off, who were paying for the drink, who were acting like unpaid bodyguards????- Her male friends of course.  

 

The day she landed in the guest house with her family and Richa , Sheethal received a call on her mobile

Tring tring tring tring

Sheethal- “hello”

Narsi (altering his voice) - “hello madam”

Sheethal- “hello, who is this”

Narsi- “madam, didn’t you notice my voice ? I am Javed, called you few days back”

(when you call a girl you absolutely don’t know make it seem that she has called your first.)

Sheethal-  “really, I don’t remember, regarding what?”

Narsi-  “madam, I had booked you, and you had given today’s time, customer is waiting in the Mysore hotel”

At this point Sheethal was slowly starting to get what this guy was hinting at.

Sheethal- “What nonsense?! , What booking, what customer?! What nonsense

Narsi- “hey you! Don’t shout, I’ve given you an advance, if you can’t come then be frank and tell me, come here next week and return the money!!!”

Saying that he hung up.

Sheethal- “hello hello hello…..” That rascal!...


Sheethal was very angry from the call, she had never ever in her life been talked to like this. But at the same time this rough and rustic treatment was turning on something inside of her, she felt an itch between her legs and dampness she seldom did. But she ignored it for then and continued with her vacation activities

However she couldn’t stop thinking about that man; his confidence, his rouge attitude, his finesse and roughness drove her wild. This was the first time she had been put in her place, never before had a man talked to her in a high tone let alone treated her like a common street whore, she wanted more. She called up that number again and after a few misses, after a few tries she finally managed to dial his number.

(trrring triiiiiggggggn trrrrrring trrrrrrrrinng)

Narsi- “hello”

Sheethal- “Hi”

Narsi- “who”

Sheethal- “Sheethal this side”

Narsi- “Who Sheethal”


This got her blood even more pumping because she expected men to remember her name, how she looked, how big her boobs were, how wide her ass were….

Sheethal- “you called me yesterday”

Narsi- “when did I call, tell me clearly, I’m a busy man”

Sheethal- “ oh, that day when you were telling me about a customer”

Narsi- “ok ok ok, I remember, I’m sorry madam, it was a wrong number, that was a different Sheethal”



Sheethal- “Ok, so how could you be looking for Sheethal and dialled the number of a different Sheethal?”

Narsi thought for a moment, the bitch had got her, but the truth is that such incidences did happen to him in the past so replied promptly.

Narsi- “what happens is that I got the number from someone who must have also had your number and gave me the wrong Sheethal’s number”

Sheethal thought that my god, who could have my number and this other girl’s number as well, who is it that I know! But she also became comfortable knowing that if anyone in her friend’s circle was using this guy’s services it must be safe.

Sheethal- “ok tell me, what goes on inside your place”

Narsi- “whatever you want madam”

Sheethal-……………………..

Narsi- “if you want to come and see for yourself you’re welcome I’ll sms the address on your number”


Sheethal-…………….

Narsi- “ok madam, I’ll hang up now, I got lots of work, I’ll be waiting for you….”

Before Sheethal could say anything Narsi disconnected the call, she was dumbfounded with this guy’s smoothness, he was rough but that also had a suaveness to it, it oozed confidence, just like her pussy was oozing juice now. She had only felt this way very few times in life; when her papa introduced her to business tycoons or film stars who came to his house or office, and here she was feeling the same for this guy, who she didn’t even know. She kept waiting for his sms telling her the address of her place; she kept her phone with her and looked at it many times during the day.

Even during dinner she kept checking her phone many time for his sms, her father told her many times not to sms while eating but little did he know his darling daughter had other plans. Disheartened she went to bed thinking that he might have forgotten and that her curiosity will end here, or she thought that why not again call him tomorrow and ask him for the address.

In the morning a pleasant sound woke her up, it was the sound of her message ringtone, she knew it in her heart that it was Narsi, she checked her message and her sleepiness evaporated.

The message read as follows;

“Xxxxxxx Hotel,
YYY. Road,
Mysore.
Madam please come before 1pm”

Now Sheethal had no Idea about Mysore.  She didn’t know the YYY road is the locality of the Mysore, it’s a mix of lower middle and lower income semi-industrial areas with urban slums and people of disrepute. It’s the first place where most migrants into Mysore stumble into for lodging or employment. It’s also home to YYY Road, the only surviving red light district of Mysore. She thought to herself where is this place, but then she looked at the clock it was already 9am! She didn’t have any time to waste, now imagine this a girl who would give guys a time for a date and be hours late or not show up at all was rushing herself for this low class unknown man, such was his mastery over women.



(whats driving her high testosterone is the merciless pounding of her womanhood by her dear papa the whole night.. her pussy was itching at the thought of such unknown brave man teasing her in this new place)

She went downstairs and after brushing her teeth, she took a long shower with warm water and expensive soaps and shampoos. She also shaved off all her leg and pubic hair as was her routing every 3 days giving her body a milky shine. It was like a gift she was readying for this unknown man. After the bath she had breakfast, as both papa and Richa were sleeping – she didn’t know that Richa was watching her papa pounding her virgin pussy – and also mom already went out with Lakshmi for sight seeing.  She kept a note for papa that she would be going to Mysore to meet a friend and be back by evening and till then Richa will give you the company

The driver Rahman (arranged by Vennela) showed up in his uniform and she got in.




Sheethal- “hey, do you recognize this address?”
Rahman- he read 2-3 lines of it in his mind and became dumb founded.  He smelt what the old watch man had in his mind
Sheethal- “what happened? Do you know or not?”

Rahman- he was shaken to his senses and replied “yes madam I know”

Sheethal- “how’s the area? One of my friends has called me for his birthday party”

Rahman- “it’s a good area madam, middle class and decent”

Sheethal- “okay, clean the car and I’ll come”

Rahman left, he tried hard to hide his happiness, there was a smile on his face and spring to his step. He went and gladly cleaned the car both inside and out, he also applied perfume to the inside as if he was preparing his bed for his wedding night. About 10mins later Sheethal came to his car. He was dumb founded. She looked like a proper “maal”.  It’s like seeing a tasty food served to others in a restaurant and knowing that you will be served the same, it just increases the appetite. She was wearing an outfit considered normal by any standards but when you have assets like Sheethal even the most sober of dresses become a spectacle of vulgarity.

She was wearing a light green top which was nearly transparent, it was so light, her boobs were looking like headlights, and it hugged the curves around her waist as if to invite any hot blooded male to go ahead and claim her. 

She was wearing only light jewellery, a thing necklace and earrings which made her look like an aristocrat and on the bottom she was wearing tight and fitted jeans which was showing off her thunder thighs and ample ass. Rahman stood out and as usual opened the rear door for her, and as she walked past he glanced at her perfect ass, it looked absolutely massive, this was extenuated by her jeans. 

Two great mountains separated by a deep valley, like two massive gel bags, so big that they wouldn’t fit inside your palm. But Rahman snapped out of it, he didn’t want to risk anything. As soon as she sat down, he gently closed the door.

Then he got an idea, he had told her that the areas was good but wouldn’t she see it on her way there and raise suspicion. If you have ever been to old Mysore and especially YYY Road even before you are near it you’ll notice that something is wrong. It’s like a little piece of hell in the middle of Mysore. Druggies passed out in abandoned urinals, rickshaw pullers, hawkers, people spitting, garbage, pimps trying to solicit customers, prostitutes calling customers from the windows, paan shops selling pan, cigarettes and condoms, etc.



So now Rahman devised a plan he told Sheethal, “madam lot of dust is outside, I will put the shades”, Sheethal listened to him but didn’t say anything, it was common for her to ignore drivers. So he went and got out 4 shades from the back and put them around the already tinted windows so that she’d have absolutely no clue of the outside, this and her wearing sunglasses made her virtually blind to the outside world. This was fitting because it was an indication of her future to come.

Rahman used a shortcut to reach the hotel on YYY Road, it took around 90 minutes, and looks like luck was favoring him as there was virtually no traffic. When he reached near the hotel he was amazed at the arrangements that old watch man Narsi had made. He had the area cleaned of pan stains and any garbage and he had also kicked out the vagabonds, druggists, and junior pimps from the street. It was looking like a decent place, this was all in welcome for the special guest. So Rahman stopped the car and said,  “madam, we’re here”,  while pointing to the hotel.

She took off her sunglasses and looked out of the tinted window but made no attempt to open the door to get out, how could she? She never opens doors for that she has scores of servants. Well no problem for Rahman, he jumped out of his seat and rushed to the back seat and opened the door for his darling madam. As she got up he could smell her expensive perfume, mixed with the natural scent of her body, it was maddening. Rahman’s cock was about to rip his pants but he held his cool.

Rahman held the umbrella for Madam as he walked her into the hotel (it was more like a lodge), many people who have known Rahman as a local ruffian, gunda, and enforcer were surprised to see him hold an umbrella for this buxom uptown slut but they didn’t dare say anything nor did Rahman care, only he knew that this buxom milky slut was walking into a trap set by a tiger. As they walked into the lodge, he could see that Narsi really made an effort to clean up the place it was looking spotless. Then he was giggling to himself that how much time and money he spent on this place he was going to extract every paisa with interest from this whore.


 

Okay so she approached a man behind the counter who was a balding man wearing a dirty yet presentable shirt. She asked him, “bhayyia , where is this xyz room”.   The man, who was reading a newspaper put it aside, looked at her top to bottom stopping to appreciate her assets and told her, “madamji 3rd floor, first door to the right, next to the fire extinguisher” now Rahman knew right away that so much detail meant only one thing that this old watch man Narsi had collaged this fellow into sitting here and just directing this whore towards his open mouth.

Because there wasn’t any receptionist in this lodge, the place where this fellow was sitting was a counter to give receipts when one wants to use the sluts. In YYY road only 2 of the whore houses are legal, if you go there, you will have to give money and get a token then go to the whore, when there you have to pay the whore tips also. 

So she was satisfied with the arrangement and after walking a few steps towards the steps she turned around almost so rapidly that Rahman bumped into her milk tankers and she pointed to a sofa and said, “driver , wait here, only come up if I call you”,  saying that she gave him a Rs.2000 note for snacks or anything he’d want. So Rahman took his seat on the sofa, normally he’s be really angry at this behaviour but he wasn’t this time because he knew the trap that was being set up.

He went and took his seat on the sofa, by the way the sofa is real and so is the lounge, it’s used by guests who are waiting their turns to go fuck, they have token in hand, waiting for a room to get entry so that the y can go in. And in the mean while various snacks are sold.  Sheethal was standing at the base of the stairs contemplating her next action, she was afraid but also curious about this man….



She took a long breath and began to climb up one stair at a time…. Both Rahman and the receptionist were watching her climb up, first her jiggling boobs which were moving up and down like jelly and then her massive ass swaying with every step she took, the meat was going into the lion’s mouth… when she had climbed up two flights of steps and was beyond audible range Rahman spoke to the receptionist.

Rahman- “who the fuck are you?”

Receptionist- “ I’m Wasim, I run the paan shop outside, Narsi has given me this task for Rs.5000”

Wasim- “who is this whore?”

Rahman- “Her name is Sheethal, I won’t tell you more
”
Wasim- “Okay fine, how old is she?”

Rahman- “about 20-21”

Wasim- “how many kids does she have?”

Rahman- “none, she’s not even married, she’s still a virgin”

Wasim- “Oye Bahenchod!  Not even one child but look at her boobs, look at her ass, they’re about to explode”


Rahman- “bhai  what are you worried about Narsi will do just that today”

Wasim- “you’re right, he’s going to fuck the shit out of her” saying that he grabbed the remote and pressed a button and amazingly the view from the CCTV outside Narsi’s room was visible they were just in time as Sheethal had just reached.

Both Wasim and Rahman were watching with great interest and grabbed a beer each. Sheethal had reached the front door of xyz room no. She had never climbed 3 flights of stairs, her rich self was always used to elevators, AC and lifts, but now she was in the lion’s den and curiosity drove her further. 

She paused for a little while, took her purse and pulled out a hanky, she wiped off the sweat and look at herself at the mirror, she adjusted her top, her boobs were almost translucent from the sweat, little beads of sweat had formed on her neck which looked like pearls…… She paused for a bit, took a long breath, put her hand on the door knob and pressed down…. All her life was about to change, the opening door was about to open a new dark chapter in her life……….

Sheethal was standing outside the door, she straightened her clothes, took a long breath, put her hands on the door handle and pressed down and away to open. She was walking into the lion’s den where one walks willing by leaves with the lion’s permission.

She opened the door and stepped in with as little thought as possible. Her senses regained when she was inside, her head was almost spinning from the sensory overload. The room was heavily filled with the smell musty of cigarette and Hookah smoke, making it a primeval misty atmosphere, There was a single 100W light bulb on top of the roof which was covered in red cellophane which gave the room a deep red hue. 

There was generally very little furniture in the room, clearly if she didn’t know, she should have known by now, as she was taking a look around there was a simply wooden table, a chair and a dirty cot and on the cot was sitting the lion himself. Narsi was sitting there like a Persian Shah, but wearing the attire of a labourer migrant.

A dirty vest and a lungi. He had at his side a glass filled with a milky clouded liquid and a bottle of the same. He took a long gulp and finished whatever crap was in the glass and stood up, now Sheethal was shocked at seeing the guest house watchman !!!  Is this the old guy who challenged her pride and played on her ego and made her come into this dirty looking hotel?  She was also frightened of the monster which was in front of her. 

He was standing at around 6’8” tall, his complexion was dark, which was in stark contrast to her own milky complexion. He was extremely lean and muscular like those labour class people who spend their entire lives doing manual work and develop real manly muscles unlike fake pumped up ones at the gym. His masculinity could be gauged from the layers of curly hair which she could see on his chest and arms, she was wondering where else did he have such hairs

He was wearing a loose lungi but she could clearly make out the rod shaped impression of his cock and could only imagine what weapon he was hiding inside. His vest bore stains of pan, meat, and god knows whatever he was doing. Her eyes moved upto to his face where she saw the impressions of a stone cold man. He looked like the ugliest man she had ever seen. His face was like a butcher, mean and unyielding, wearing a cap and sporting the thickest and curliest beard she’s ever seen. Her legs were trembling with fear, her lips and throat became parched, but her pussy was throbbing wet. Her brain told her to run, but her pussy to stay.


When she was pondering over what to do, Narsi merely went behind her, unnoticed and closed the door, the thump of the door closing brought her to her senses. Knowing that the impasse has to be broken Narsi spoke in a deep and sure voice…

Narsi- “madam you have finally come, I was waiting for you”

Sheethal- “ya… yes… I’ve come”