Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

 
Dolly flusters her limbs and verbally kept on against the physical handling that followed. The old woman, with her head and bust on Kallu’s lap and legs held by thighs with Munna and Mansur’s hands was desperately trying to get herself free. Nevertheless, Dolly apprehended well that physical protest will be useless in front of this dreaded goons. Lukka, Bali and Jaggu remained spectators till now, but she is already helpless in hands of three.
“Please… main aap logo ki pair padhti hu…mujhe chhod dijiye…please…” the word blurts out helplessly from Dolly’s mouth.
Kallu waves off the saree pallu that covered Dolly’s droopy, saggy bosom and squeezes them with utmost pleasure, hard.
Dolly shakes her head, helplessly, murmuring, “mujhe..mujhe chhod dijiye..please… abhi ke liye…please…ouchhhhhhhhhh…” the later being her saree at lowers being pulled up and a dreadful poke followed to her crouch.
Dolly helplessly breaks down in weep.
Been it other times, she wouldn’t have dared to speak up against the dreaded goons. But again, before her being a whore, she is a mother.
Her heart ached and throbbed in tension for her daughter now, and it was no time to please the dreaded goons of the mohalla, leaving aside that she left Raoin be, who may get up anytime, demanding her body again.
“Please, …bhagwan ke liye mujhe chhod do… main..main phir aa jauungi… meri beti… meri beti….” And she breaks down burbling nonsense, muffled in her weep. The goons giggle and Kallu grabs the old woman’s head by her hair hard, as Mansoor splits the legs aside.
“Shhhhh Dolly bhabhi… mood maat kharab karo…” and in front of Dolly’s bursting eyes Mansoor rides her, violently.
Kallu giggling slides Dolly’s face, holding her by her hair tight.
Dolly’s eyes seemed vaporized but could see the huge brown smelly dick in front of her eyes.
Kallu whispers, “ zyada soch mat,… teri laundi uski aashiqe ke saath bike pe nikli bis minute pehle…” .
Dolly leaves a breathe. She knew Kallu wouldn’t be lying.
The old lady, completely ignoring the imploration that continued beneath, opens her mouth diligently for Kallu.
Sumi stood speechless, clueless too as Rajiv watches over her in a dissatisfying way. For Sumi, she knew for sure, the dress was not good at all. It though somehow fitted the burly built hooker, but for her it was no good.
The cheap leather look foam mini skirt was too short for her, and that it was too tight at the waist too. The cheap nickel stars studded over the brown skirt however kept parity with those of the skimpy baby pink tank top. A sleeveless tank top with collars and V cut, made for women those need to show themselves off. The cheap lycra tank top held the massive tits of the young girl. Sumi, knew for well, once in light her nipples would be well seen through the top.
Sumi, trying to break the ice, tries to smile, “Rajiv…”…
“Now what Sumi ?...” Rajiv says irritably, “stop your nautanki… and get ready,… fast…you…” grinding his teeth, finding a suitable swear word applicable to her.
The smile vanishes instantly from the little girl’s face.
Hurriedly she replies,”I...I meant, errr… I, I am ready…”
Rajiv looks at Sumi with shrewd eyes and smiles,” ahh well… Sumi… why don’t you dress up your hair too…! As you do for your buyers! And specially Shukla ji !...” Rajiv spurts out each word with venom and disrespect to the young girl standing in front of her and spits on ground.
“Now get ready Sumi…” Rajiv’s eye flashes up, “I want to see your hairstyle today !...and, well… why don’t you take me as Shukla now ! Think that you are styling up for him !”
The little girl looks at Rajiv for few seconds.
She really hated the amount of disrespect and anger Rajiv has against her. It is so heart breaking for her.
Sumi holds her head down and starts dressing up her hair and after a few minutes she leaves a long sigh donning her hair-do and looks up at Rajiv.
In a rather dry voice the little girl asks, “is it fine now, Rajiv?”
Rajiv looks at Sumi, from top to bottom and for the first time a faint smile passes over his face, “chalega…”
That was the last conversation they had in last one hour. Rajiv had been driving silently ever since and Sumi kept silently seated on the pillion.
She was wondering where Rajiv was heading but now she had a faint idea.
They were in the way of the seaside town where Rajiv was having a luxury hotel business with Dinesh sir.
Suddenly something flashes in her mind.
She had been so stupid.
All this dress up, cheapness all is for Dinesh sir.
Rajiv knew well where to hit her, so he is taking her to Dinesh sir.
Somewhere she could be insulted well.
Yes, she was right. The hotel where they stayed last time were in proximity.
The hotel where Sumi and Dolly bumped themselves and finally both meeting up with Dinesh.
Sumi smiles in her mind.
She always ends up with Dinesh sir.
Suddenly the little girl gets herself back with the jerks of the road and discovers they have way passed the hotel and were heading towards the developing hotel site.
Sumi was confused and didn’t knew where they wre heading until Rajiv stopped his bike in front of the small office room of the site.
“Get down…” Rajiv says briefly.
Sumi didn’t knew but was feeling very uneasy and getting down from the pillion she asks in a very meek voice, “ Rajiv… yaha… yaha kya…?...”
Rajiv looks sharply at Sumi and smiles in a strange way and grabs her by her hand and tugs her to the office room door.
Banging it open Rajiv looks around and smiles, “to applog sabhi mazud hain… good… maine bhi apna promise nibhaya… ye lijiye…”.
Rajiv pulls the young girl mercilessly inside the room, pushing her in front.
“Sumi… enjoy!!!...” chews Rajiv and giggles loud.
His eyes glowed in lust and vengeance.
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