Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly balances herself holding the wall, for few moments. She eventually understands she would fall as she had no balance on her trembling legs. The old woman promptly squats and drops her ass to the floor preventing a fall. The old, much used woman pants for few minutes, trying to locate and pacify her throbbing heart and reeling head.
It was about four of the dawn and she needed to leave. Her plan of action was changed and she had to return to the guest house to the band of young delegates after pleasing the sticky old sarkari officer.
Not going into that groovy details, these sarkari officers always fantasize women their wife while using women like Dolly and bring out their years of dirt, fantasy and ...anger. Dolly generally hates to please these people, but these men again prefers older, used, loosened women like Dolly than young, hour glass figured girls.
Dolly served the delegates, who were actually happy to get the shameless woman back again. Dolly had showered her extreme shamelessness to the delegates in the morning. Just in the moment of getting in the guest house she took her saree off and escorted each to their room. She acted overtly flamboyant, shameless and seductive to the delegates. She sat between them with her peticoat raised till her thighs, allowing them to cuddle her thighs and pass queer sounds in reaction.
It needless to say that the delegates were quite happy to find her back in action.
Dolly lived up to their expectation. She had expressed herself as she used to, for one prefect reason. Prasad should not have any complain against her and any suspicion too .
The old woman dresses promptly, finding and gathering her attires from various corners of the guest house. Her head was blank and she had to find them hard in the darkness. Being a trained slut, she knew a corporate whore should leave unnoticed before the delegates get up from sleep. No one wishes to start a day seeing face of a fallen woman.
The cool breeze gushed on Dolly's face. Been it other time, she would have fallen asleep on her way to farm house. She was supposed to reach there last evening, and now the sky is getting clear. Her eyes were sleepless and she had only one thing in mind, when can she call off duty. Dolly wished the following two days to finish soon and Chopra to return from his tour.
Not knowing Chopra is already back, spending a sleepless night in his room,just beside to which her daughter is sleeping.
Sumi rushes down as the white SUV drives in the porch. The door is open before Chopra steps out of the car. Chopra was a bit surprised seeing Sumi's excitement which showed in his eyes, and Sumi read it too.
The little girl stands still, not sure what to do. Chopra smiles at Sumi and she smiles back too, fade and closes the door as Chopra gets in.
Dolly moans hard as the greedy hands moves all over her old, loose body. The false moans, the shrill yells and the shivers that she had been doing religiously for years in front of Prasad. Upon reaching the farmhouse Dolly had freshened herself in the out house meant for servants. Bathed, cleaned her used body from the callouses of the previous day and night.
Standing naked in the small, five by four feet bathroom, Dolly tears a shampoo sachet and rubs her hair. She rubs the small biscuit like soap all over her body so much that it gets thin like paper.
Dolly baths for an hour, soothing her mind and body. Trying to cope up with her revolting mind. She was no more a whore ! A woman who could be stripped and used anytime, anywhere and by anyone ! A woman whose pride and self respect was nothing but a zero ! Dolly is now being to be wife to a respectable, rich man.
A woman to whom these people will talk with respect and not use her sick.
Dolly wanted to give them a shock now. She wanted to act shameless to the core, letting them use her. And then, they will pay for it to her hubby, Tarun Chopra.
Dolly had giggled with tearful eyes as she stood naked in front of the small mirror and brushed her long wet hairs.
In a few moments, Dolly enters to the bungalow in the farmhouse complex, clad in a wet gamcha she found in that room, with her wet hair middle parted and combed smooth crossing her buttock.
A sight that caused gardeners and workers to stops for a second but Dolly walked possessed to the bungalow, straight to Prasad's room.
Sumi looked at the red sky. The sun had set and the sea seemed like on fire.
She sat with the ice cream on her hand. It was Chopra who asked her out, first went to shopping, buying some normal things and dresses for her and then to the water front to have ice cream.
The little girl felt so different today. Chopra is much different from all the people she had came across in her life. Even her father, who would stare lewd to her bare thighs in tape frock. Chopra got her normal but costly clothes. Clothes that a respectful girl wears with a lot of regular day to day staffs too.
Chopra was in a great mood and challenged Sumi for a competition in ice cream to which the young girl accepted giggling.
They both took the first cone and Sumi lost her mind seeing the sky and sea.
Will her life really change ? Is luck really smiling up on her ?
"Beta, I am almost done with my first cone, tune abhi tak ..." Chopra smiles.
Sumi comes back to her present. Yes, her days have changed.
She smiles broad, "I will finish before you..." and sets her tongue to the melting cone.
Right then a surprised voice makes her shiver up.
"Sumi...tu...? Yaha ? "
Sumi turns and freeze in panic.
 
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