Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

The afternoon Sumi had dressed the best way she could. She had been thinking what to wear since Rajiv left . As she kept on searching in vain for at least one set of proper clothing, she suddenly remembers mom had left few cash for her to expend if necessary. Sumi had told Dolly, that before she joins the school, she needs to get at least one set of school dress, so Dolly left it from the cash she got from Parsad while she collected the unconscious Sumi from them, that night.
Dolly had left more than it needed, so, Sumi couldn’t stop her from buying a top and a skirt from footpath. She bargained a lot, but ultimately the man didn’t gave up the top in less than 30 rupees. A red top with golden buckles. It was the cheapest imitations of the filmi dresses from the footpath. Sumi wanted to buy a skirt, but didn’t matched taste and budget, so she had to be back with the top and the school dress.
The whole morning, Sumi’s excitement was at the top. It was for the first time that Rajiv wanted to take her for a get together of his friends. She had shampooed her hair smooth and combed them straight. Initially she wanted to keep them open with just few hair pins, but it seemed too much flirty to her, so tied a typical low pony. The cheap normal hair-do done by slum girls. Not knowing, it looks so cheap. For Sumi, it was fashionable yet decent.
She looks herself in the red top. She had to buy something red only, because that’s the only shade of lipstick she has also. Actually, the lipstick, which worth twenty rupees was a joint property of Sumi and Dolly. But the problem started as she tried on the skirt. It used to be a midi skirt, but now it’s tight for Sumi. Dolly braught it when Sumi was in class seven, and now she is in class ….
Sumi tries her level, the waist it manageable, but her hind is protruding. Sumi is chubby, as so, her lower abdomen also bulges out a little for the tight skirt. Sumi looks at the watch, “shit, I’m already late” Sumi almost runs out of the house, slipping in her only red sequined slipper.
“Maza aa raha hai na ? Kya re Kanan ?” the man in T shirt asked with a brisk smile. Kanan, the bald guy, who was in shorts, was hardly being able to control the excitement and lust. He was writhing and shivering in lust. Kanan clutches the sofa back which he was holding hard. He was sitting on his knees over the sofa, facing her back, and leaned over the sofa backrest and pushing his full moons to Dolly.
Dolly knelt on the floor, her hands were now tied at back by her own pallu. The saree was now folded in length of a mini skirt with her front completely open. The blouse and bra were pulled at back over her hands, and her shameless titties were hanging, which, unfortunately didn’t exited the herd enough. Kanan’s half pant was now Dolly’s head gear. Dolly’s exact job was now to lick the ass and the asshole, literally. Kanan and Mehta, actually didn’t had idea of it. Never dreamt of it too in their roaring sex lives. This was a new flick ordered by Danu Bhai. He boasted, girls from States and Bangkok are experts in these. Specially, women who are trained as Slave Whores, would start their job by this. So, Dolly had to do this stuff. After all, Mehta had to prove that even women from India are also trying best to be Slave Whores.
Danu was standing at back of Dolly, and sometimes poke Dolly’s lousy ass or trimmed private part with his pointed toe shoe as he pointed out instructions. Danu kept on dictating Dolly about where her tongue should rool, what to lick and what to suck. Mehta stood at side, watching the act with excitement and waiting his turn, praising Danu Bhai for what an idea her gave.
Sumi felt like never before . The occasion was nothing. Nitin’s parents were not at home and they organized for a friends get together. A very normal one . Nitin and Nidhi were going going around for years, and would settle in few years. Manoj also got his girlfriend, Lucy. Nidhi’s sister Jyoty and her boyfriend Lalit was also there.
Sumi was really feeling awkward for her dress. She seemed to be a maid amongst the malkins. When they met, even Rajiv had shown his irritation on her dress. Sumi was almost in tears, she could just murmur, that she does not have much dresses, and Rajiv knows that. Rajiv grinned and said, “I don’t care too…waise bhi, I wouldn’t like you to wear clothes” Sumi didn’t proceed with the conversation just to make sure that she doesn’t spoil Rajiv’s mood today.
At the same time Sumi’s heart was also in a dilemma. Never did Rajiv asked her out . He would rather ignore and make fun of her love. Is he really taking her to friend’s house ? Would he take her somewhere to enjoy her ? But then why would Rajiv lure her for a get together and biriyani ? He could have told her straight, Rajiv know very well, that Sumi has noother way rather than to let him enjoy her . But, That Rajiv could do in her house also. Does he have something else than enjoying her in his mind ? Sumi shivers up in the bike. What awaits her ?... Is Rajiv really taking her for some picnic or ….
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