Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

 “So… show me your much hyped bikini avatar Sumi…” Dinesh chuckles each word, with a menacing smile.
The little girl was already tensed up with the situation that was completely out of her control.
With a gulp, the little girl immediately tries to take off the balloon dress she wore.
As luck would have it, Sumi, being not acquainted with wearing such proper dresses, actually forgot how she wore it.
It took Dinesh a fraction of a second to understand and giggling he comes to the little girl and slaps her on her head with lusty disgust, “you fool! The zipper is at the back…!” Instantly, Dinesh holds the little girl, pulling her towards him and pulling the zipper down. Dinesh pushes the girl a bit away, “now, come out of it …”. Sumi had no other choice, rather, she didn't had the courage to think of any, as she knew, her mother is all ears just outside the room.
The little girl in her teens, stood in the nasty piece of ill-fitted bikini in a submissive, pleading face in front of Dinesh.
The shiny milky white body, the hanging pair of tits, that oozed out disproportionately from the bikini top.
Managing one side to cover up decently would make the other side pop out from the bra completely.
Beneath, it was more vulgar, as the fresh, curly pubic hairs of the little girl was seen as the lower part had her crouch and ass mostly left bare.
Actually, it was too ambitious for Rajiv to think Sumi would actually wear that in public.
The dress was apt for private wear or for porn stars, but no woman, with a drop of dignity left in her would wear that in public.
“Turn around…Sumi”… and Sumi does so instantly, showing her bare shiny back n semi bare ass cheeks, with thin line of bikini cloth running between her crack. Rather, what covered her buxom back was rather her silky, gelled up long pony, that dangled between her asses.
“Scoundrel…” Dinesh murmurs in his mind seeing the little girl’s attire,thinking about Rajiv, but smiles. Yes, this is what he wanted from Rajiv. This little girl.
Dinesh comes closer to Sumi and whispers in her ears, “Sumi, can you press clothes?”.
Sumi gets flabbergasted by the question and tries to understand if it has any alternative meaning. But confused, Sumi asks, “Ji,.. ji sir ?”
Dinesh nods his head in irritation, “Ufff, … don’t you know the meaning of pressing clothes Sumi, and if you know the meaning, do you know how to do it ?”
Dinesh asks sugar sweet.
Sumi nods her head instantly and huffs,”yes, yes…yes sir, I mean, yes for both sir…”.
Dinesh smiles, “fine, do you mind to press some for me?”
Sumi look confused but walks and takes over as Dinesh hands out a load of washed linen and a press.
Sumi gets into work instantly, head down, trying to concentrate on her work, but is confused with Dinesh’s moves tonight and can feel his ogling eyes over her body.
“One minute Sumi, I will get a refill…” and Dinesh walk out of the room whre the weary mom sat with tense eyes.
Dinesh stops as he walks to the bottle to Dolly and looks down at her who still remained sitting on the floor in the same place. “Aaj teri beti ki bahut buri raat hai randi… “
Dinesh whispers which run chills into the old woman’s spine.
Dolly grabs the feet of Dinesh, “maalik, please… raham kijiye, please meri bacchi ko chhod dijiye…main…main saab kuch karungi… sab kuch… sabbb….”.
At end it was almost roar of an evoked tigress, vulnerable to save her daughter.
Dinesh frees his legs and whisper, “really ? sab kuch karegi ?”
Dolly looks up and nods her head in affirmation with tight jaws.
Dinesh walks to the bottle and gets his drink and gets back to Dolly.
“Get up”, and the order was instantly served.
A few seconds of silence, and ogles, Dinesh shoots his second order.
“Stand in one leg…” and Dolly manages to stand on one leg, shaking and trembling to hold her old body on one leg.
“Hold your ears…” Dinesh adds up.
Dolly looks at Dinesh and holds her ears, trembling, trying to balance herself and awaiting Dinesh’s next command.
“Now, rise the other leg of yours Dolly,…” Dinesh says.
Dolly looks at Dinesh with confusion .
“Rise your right leg Dolly…” Dinesh repeats and in vain Dolly does the same only to slam hard on the hard floor. The four inch carpet could hardly save the pain of slamming the hefty body on the floor.
Dinesh, kicks the old woman hard on her lower abdomen with his pointed sandal and hisses, “Bitch… you are telling me how to treat your daughter? That dirty pig born in gutter?” Dolly felt her breathe would stop in pain and shivered and cluttered herself as Dinesh kicks again on her thighs, “If Tarun wouldn’t have got you here, by this time you would have been,…” and walks to the door and stops only to look back at Dolly with the menacing smile indicating how nasty he is going to be with her innocent daughter.
 
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