Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly, sitting in her small stool at office was still grinding her teeth.
She was feeling to go and slap Hariharan’s face in vain.
She couldn’t do her though, not because Hariharan was absent today, but also she knew she would never have courage too.
Courage is for women who are upright. Leaving aside the morality, Dolly didn’t have the face and self confidence to herself to protest or show her desperation to Hariharan any way.
The previous evening and night seemed to be unending and utterly disgusting to Dolly.
Hariharan had come out to be a dark horse.
Dolly was actually taken aback when Hariharan had slipped his lungi inside, asking Dolly to wear it.
Dolly took the piece of cloth and tied it up till her chest, in a process hiding and also revealing her cleavage.
For new clients, Dolly was always extra cautious not to show off her bosom too early. She knows they are saggy. She had been disappointed few times after showing her tits too early.
But Hariharan wanted her to tie the lungi at her waist. Making her huge saggy tits jiggle in front of his eyes. It was evident that Hariharan was not used to these enjoyments very often. She could feel, Hariharan was thoroughly enjoying to see Dolly in his lungi.
“He must not be washing it now…”thought Dolly in her mind.
Never she had felt so disappointed or rather uneasy and was not sure how to proceed. She felt eerie and disgusted watching the so called “arrangement” done by Hariharan.
A pint of whiskey, a plate of chana and ground nuts and plate or two of some suspicious looking preparation of chicken liver and gizzards.
Hariharan poured his drink, not more than a thirty ml in a glass, topped with lots of water, enough to make the whiskey almost colorless.
Hariharan was quite taken aback when Dolly reacted promptly on his offer to drink and he had to fetch the other bottle within half an hour.
It was then followed by watching porn DVD.
Dolly was feeling so bored and disinterested.
Everything of Hariharan was so amateurish.
But then, Dolly grinds his teeth, sitting at her stool.
What a cheap bastard Hariharan was!
Dolly was really taken aback in the morning.
Hariharan handed her six hundred rupees and a chit of paper.
It was not the amount that infuriated Dolly.
It was the scribbling of calculations that made her mad.
Hariharan has deducted money from her payment for food and drink!
Dolly, was so aghast that she couldn’t speak a word.
It was Hariharan who spoke up though, “err… it’s actually six hundred and ninety three for you… I have rounded it up for you… saat rupeya chutta to nahi hoga na apke paas?”
Sumi walked madly and keeping pace with the wind towards Shukla’s house.
Her face was as red as an apple. Her eyes were as red as ruby.
The little girl was controlling herself hard as she rushed to Shukla’s house.
She almost banged in with a single knock in Shukla’s tuition room.
“Sir…sir…” Sumi panted,”I…I’m here…” The little girl looked vulnerable and helpless.
Shukla silently with a pleasant face tapped to the patent seat of her, indicating her to sit.
After she arranged herself in the perfect way, that is lifting her skirt up as she sits beside him, gaining an access to pull up her skirt till waist.
Shukla’s hand runs on the smooth open tress of one side.
“How vulnerably sexy the girl looks…” Shukla thinks in his mind.
Sumi, on the contrary, looked queer, with her one pony open at a side.
Her soft, silky tresses open at one side, falling over her cheek and back.
Shukla instantly grabbed the open bunch, feeling the tresses in his fist,” take it easy dear…why ! You’re panting …!” Shukla exclaimed and instantly placed his other palm over the little girl’s chest, right over her bosom.
Sumi shivers and looks up at Shukla with terrified eyes, stealing a glance to the open door.
Sumi smiles fade, rather tries to smile, “Sir, actually, I came almost running na !...so…. matlab…”
Shukla nods his head approvingly, “quite so Sumi…but why is the smell of piss from ? Or is it that you are running your periods? But for that you have a different smell, don’t you?” hisses Shukla.
Sumi’s eyes had gone vaporized in shame and anger as she stood helplessly in front of four.
“Now now Sumi, start on… or shall we lend our hands out…” Sam giggles.
In fuming angry eyes, the little girl stoops, pulling down her panty, raising her skirt minimally for the process.
Raj and Manish, to her astonishment, were making animated faces and gesticulating in nasty ways, trying to peep as much possible.
Sumi’s ears were burning red and she slowly advances to the urinal.
“Bas..bas… no more…” chucked Raj from back.
“You are quite near to the line Sumi…come a bit back…” added on Ed, “take a step back, will you?”
“Oye Ed, …laundia hain, fire brigade nahi…” laughed Raj as all bursts in nasty vulgar laughs.
Sumi wanted to run away but she knew it was impossible.
Not only her attempt will fail, but she has to face more humiliation both sexually and mentally.
Moreover, she has to attend Shukla sir’s tuition in time.
Sumi wanted to finish it.
The little girl closes her eyes and lifts her skirt up, in front.
Sumi holds her breathe aand presses her lower abdomen to spurt out making the urine run down helplessly over her thighs.
Sumi bites her lips in helplessness.
Her eyes bled tears in anger and helplessness.
The little girl arches her waist, pushing up her crouch as much possible for a girl of her built, but all in vain.
The urine only fell will a little voluminous way, giving her utmost try a chance and resulting in wetting over her worn out ballerina shoes and yellowish white socks.
Giving herself utmost tries and waist pushes Sumi suddenly realized her urinating had stopped.
Helplessly the little girl turns around.
Horrified Sumi watches Raj and Sam holding her worn out, brown cotton panty in their hand, part, by the waist line, stretching as long as possible.
“Don’t…please don’t…” Sumi almost sequels in fear and helplessness, “elastic… chhut jayegi…” almost weeping the little girl adds, “ please wapas de do…”.
Hardly paying any heed to her petition, Sam walks in between, poking his finger to a small hole in the panty.
Sumi’s face had gone red in shame.
“Pehni hoti…to aur maza aata…” giggles Sam.
“Ha..it’s ready made for fingering, hain na Sumi ?” Ed winks.
Sumi didn’t knew what to do and what to say.
She had failed miserably to the task appointed and so can’t walk off too.
At her horror Ed walks over to her, close and closer.
With a tug, Ed holds one side of Sumi’s hair and slips out the rubber band from her hair.
“Please..please Ed,…please don’t open my hair…” Sumi whispers, closing her eyes almost in her breathe, as Ed’s breathe brushes her face.
Ed mercilessly pulls down the bad, releasing her hair at a side.
“We will settle with opening one side of your hair Sumi, but…”
“But…” Sumi asks staring straight to Ed’s eyes.
“Leave your panty here, with us…” Ed replies.
“Sumi stares for a moment to Ed’s eys, “Ok…” and she replies calmly, “You have my panty…can I leave now? Please?” and without waiting for answer, the little girl rushes out of the boy’s toilet.
“Rastey main chhut gaya sir..sachhi main…” the little girl whispers with utmost innocence, as Shukla’s fingers brushed through her tresses.
“ohhh…did someone pull your pony?” Shukla asked.
“Nno…no sir !” Sumi replied helplessly, “the rubber band just broke off…”
“Really ! they were those flat and thick rubber bands I got specially…!” Shukla exclaimed. “I gave you different color Sumi, I think the mauve is missing, isn’t it?”
Sumi looked at Shukla with both horror and amusement, is he a perverted sicko or a worshipper of her?
Right then the group marched in with Manish almost ceremoniously handing over a bunch of papers to Shukla.
“Sir…the quiz question sets…” Manish adds as he holds the bunch in front.
It was tied by the identical mauve rubber band.
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