Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly strips off her saree again, in the wet, small bath for the second time, hanging it to the crooked hook to the wall. Slowly she opens her braided hair and loosening and combing her long tresses by her fingers, unmindfully opens the tap of the water.
As the cold water runs from the top of her head to her entire lousy body, the old woman shivers. Suddenly, Dolly was feeling very cheap. It was extremely cheap indeed that Dolly felt. Somehow, she couldn’t explain herself, but a gushing weep whirls up from her inside.
Hariharan turned out to be a dark horse. For, as soon as Dolly entered, he sweetly requested Dolly to get freshened by a bath. Dolly, though not eager to bath in this chilly evening, agreed not to disappoint her “new contact” at the very beginning of their relation.
She had quickly poured a couple of mugs of water on her feet and hands, washing her face and coming out. Suddenly Hariharan changed and in a menacing but sweet tone he grinned, “Dolly ji… I meant for a FULL BATH… head to toe… aap to hazaro ki darling hain… aapko haath lagane se pehle thoda clean ho jaiye…”.
Dolly was taken aback. She however had in her mind; she had the upper hand today. Though she was in need and that she walked up to Hariharan, accepting her first hint, she wanted to act pricy.
All her pride was gone. Without a word, rather like a caned dog she instantly retreated to the shabby, small bath stripping herself entirely now.
The plush baths of Prasad, Patel and that of lover Chopra’s waved up in front of her eyes. Yes, she had been a doormat for them, but a doormat for millionaires. And what she is doing now for a nasty, middle class man who can’t even think of enjoyment? Bathing clean like a street hooker called in a house for first time, that’s what exactly she was doing.
Dolly, utterly disgusted and enraged started madly pouring mugs of water on her, cooling her head down. She wept with fuming eyes and warm tears, washing them in the chilly water of January. A rattling on the door make her more irritable.
“It takes time for a FULL BATH… you can apprehend I suppose ?...” the old woman snaps back between the water.
The rattling continued.
Dolly suddenly understood her mistake.
Hariharan wants to see her bathing, if not wishing to join her up in these chilly nights. A very tacky and hackneyed fetish, so hackneyed that it didn’t stood up to her mind, but then again, Hariharan was a regular man with regular thoughts and boring ideas of sex.
The fuming and irritated woman swearing herself grabbed the PVC made door, pulling the latch.
She would open the door and let the man watch her as much he wishes.
It was right then when the old woman controls herself. She felt like slapping herself. Right now, she was in no position to show her temper and throw her tantrums to a small timer like Hariharan.
Dolly parts the door, smiling shy like a teenager, trying to cover her sour words few minutes back. Biting her lips she whispers, “kya hain ji…?”
Hariharan’s eyes were twinkling behind the thick glasses.
He holds his hand up, “wear this Dolly ji…after your bath…and… and… and come…I … I am making everything ready…”
Sumi shivered clenching her teeth and fists as Shukla’s fingers ran through her open smooth hair.
The liitle was far too disturbed and hexed with the incidence that occurred all through the night. She didn’t speak a word as Rajiv drove the whole way back, dropping her in front of her house at 4 AM.
Sumi had suddenly realized that it was being late and just arrived college. Something in her mind, was making the little girl taking a rebellious stance, though not she consciously indented to. She did it or rather did not tie her hair up subconsciously. Rather, brushing them smooth and straight with a clear side parting, looking actually sweet and that of her real age.
And there she was now, shivering and standing in front of a man of his father’s age, in his chamber at the lunch period. Shukla smelled her hair deeply and brings his face near Sumi’s.
Running his index finger on the little girl’s side parting he whispers, “So this is the way a head-girl comes in college? Flaunting her open hair? …”
Sumi looks up to Shukla, not understanding, what a reply would actually make his happy.
Shukla continued, “and the head-girl…whom I appointed specially? eh Sumi?”
A short lesson of her stupidity was demonstrated, and Sumi with tearful eyes and burning cheeks and thighs got busy tying her hair up.
After she finished, Sumi stood straight in front of Shukla, allowing him to inspect.
Looking rather groovy, with her hair middle parted and two high pony in front, made up in braids with two low ponytails at back. Rather looked like a south eastern go-go girl.
“Now…I want to you maintain this style till you report to my house at evening…is it clear fool ?” Shukla grinded his teeth.
Sumi just gave a nod, yes she understood well.
“Shall I go now sir? The lunch break is over…” Sumi says softly.
Shukla suddenly stares at Sumi and says in a different tone, “have I made you the head girl for nothing Sumi? The appraisal reports of all four houses are pending for few days now. I want you to finish them after college and reach my house ASAP…is it clear… and it won’t take you more than 30 minutes Sumi… “
Sumi nods her head and here she was summing up the appraisal forms fast, after college.
The little was taking more time because of her disgusted mood. The surprised giggles and looks from around was too much prominent to her when she returned to class after break.
The little girl bites her lips, she was taking a long time and time was running out. Suddenly a sharp pull by her pony gets her head thrown at back.
Horrified she looks up to find the patent four guys, Manish, Ed, Sam and Raj.
“Kaya chal raha hain rani…” Raj whispered, who still had her tugged hard by her pony.
Sumi, struggling herself , grunts in a low tone,”what..what the hell is this…Raj..Leave my hair…ahhh…it…it hurts…”
Sam hold the other pony up, and suddenly tugs it too, making both of them playing a soft tug and war with her two pony.
Sumi was almost in her tears,”what the hell do you guys want!”
“Nothing…actually we were looking for some rubber bands Sumi…” Ed replies, “and..we thought you were sporting quite few in your hair…”
Ed suddenly brings his face in front of Sumi’s anger and pain ridden face.
“Hope you don’t mind parting with them Sumi…” Ed chuckles.
A cold chill runs through Sumi’s spine.
They want to open her hair up, taking off the rubber bands.
Ed’s hand ran over her thin braid, pulling the band out.
“Nooooo… no… no please…”Sumi suddenly breaks down weeping, “please…please don’t open up my hair…I beg of you guys..please…please…please Ed… Manish…Raj…Sam…”
The boys giggle at themselves as Sumi carries on,”please…dekho…ajj..aaj ke liye chod do please… please,..please don’t open my hair…main..main paon padti hu tum logo ki…aur jo chahe kar lo..please…”
A suddenly accord was struck by looks among the four and Sumi was still puzzled up as she walked through the corridor, not sure what her classmates were up to.
But that were for few seconds.
Sumi stood like a hard, adamant mule ignoring the pulls.
No, she wouldn’t go inside the boy’s toilet.
“Jo karna hain…classroom main karo…yaha nahi…” Sumi whispers in a firm voice.
Ed pulls her one pony down, slipping the band half way.
Sumi gives up helplessly, wondering why is she brought inside her, standing in front of the lined up urinals.
Three boys stood by her side as Ed walks up to a urinal.
Taking a red marker pen out, she draws a line up in the wall, and turns to Sumi.
“Sumi, you need to pee standing …” A roar of laughter followed, and Ed continued with a timely gap, “and that you need to spurt your pee up till this line…”
Sumi looks at Ed and with a gasp whispers, “but…but…”
Ed raises his hand up,” and if you fail, we will not only open your hair…but also…” and giggles.
Sumi looks up at all four, one by one.
Did she hear correct?
 
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