Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

The old, collapsible lift cranks down as the old woman pulls her weary self out from the stuffy capsule. Ignoring the sticky eyes of the old liftman, Dolly struggles herself out in the road. Her diligent presence at the office bore the fruit. Though it was not a sweet one, but indeed it was handsome for her at the moment.
On the later half she had been summoned by Siddu. Prasad had not been around and Siddu was in no mood to let Dolly go untouched.
Dolly bites her swollen lips unmindfully, sitting in the bus seat. Thinking about the handful of notes Siddu handed her gingerly upon her earnest requests and also his faithfulness. It seemed funny, but Dolly knew Siddu was quite faithful to her, in his torturous ways.
He seems never to feel contended with his torments over Dolly.
The interaction today however started in a cautious manner.
When Dolly got her summon, the first thing jumped in her mind was the last bitter experiences they had together. The sour words of Dolly, the enraged insulted Siddu and the unexpected intrusion of Prasad sir and Chopra. Chopra, the man who broke her heart.
But surely for now, Dolly was feeling more tensed up thinking about getting her bones broken. Siddu, on the other hand too, was a little diplomatic at first, testing her tongue.
On finding the old bitch is back on her knees, Siddu in no time showed up his color.
After repeated banging of Dolly’s face on the sofa and making her rub her nose on ground, pressing his foot hard on her head, Siddu felt ease.
Dolly however understood it was all a forward. It seemed correct when Siddu announced that Dolly doesn’t need to come to the office tomorrow and rather can visit his apartment at the office time.
“Again a day of battering…” Dolly feels a pang of panic running in her stomach. Is she getting old, too old for the job? Dolly wonders as she walks into her shabby corridor.
As the woman gets into the household series of works runs in front of her eyes.
Would she go and present herself to Rao tonight? She needs some rest before her tough expedition tomorrow again. She needs to see her daughter. She needs to tell her, that she does not need to get rather tensedup, her mother will take care of all.
“But, will I be…” suddenly the question floats up to the old lady’s mind.
Dolly feels she is getting rather old. Not only by her body, but also by her spirit, her energy.
The old used up woman leaves a deep sigh. Ignoring the landlord won’t be a good move from her side she knew.
Dolly licks her dry lips. She would cook something fast and report to Rao.
Please him fast and get back down.
Dolly wraps her pallu around her waist and starts working up in the small passage called kitchen. Right then, a pair of hard hands hugs her from behind and she could feel a hard male body pressed against her from back.
Dolly gasps in utter surprise and fear.
Sumi’s heart was throbbing hard. Shukla’s hand was playing over her thighs and was in the process of lifting the skirt till the desired level. As the hand followed up the routine work, the little girl, with a momentarily pause parts her legs helplessly allowing the lecherous hand of a man of her father’s age.
A sudden surprise had made he hand stop. Sumi bites her lips and ceases taking notes.
She could hear her heart throb.
Shukla sir’s hand was over her crouch. The hand was surprised finding her panty-less.
Suddenly Shukla pull’s over Sumi’s copybook, correcting a spelling and marking a question mark in a blank page.
Surely he demanded an explanation of this surprise too!
Sumi’s heart was throbbing hard and her mind running. What could be the explanation?
Suddenly she scribbles under the question mark, “for u” and continues taking note.
Sumi feels like a cheap slut as the hand pats over her bare crouch in a appreciating manner. Shukla had hardly ever appreciated her, and almost never for her shamelessness. She could never be the whore Shukla sir wanted her to be. But today, Shukla’s appreciation made her feel like the cheapest whore.
And now she sat silently, after the tuition was over, tying her open side of her hair as Shukla stood by the closed door.
The preying eyes was so set on the little girl, her looking down eyes, her vulnerable body language, her helplessness, religiously tying her hair- all made Shukla’s nasty perversion evoked up.
Sumi, rather was tying her open side in a plait more like a zombie.
She had been more concerned of her sudden realization and what could be her future.
The shameless ragging by the gang in school today, the increasing demand of Shukla sir, her own fall,…Is her destiny already been set as a whore ?
The little girl had been so engrossed in her thought she didn’t realized when Shukla had sneaked up beside her.
Sumi was sitting still, with the end of her plait in her hand, lost in her thoughts.
A sudden pull on the high pony on the other side made her get back to sense.
“Uhh…ouch…yes …yes sir !” Sumi ejaculates painfully.
Shukla mercilessly pulls up the girl, tugging her hair from the chair, making her stand up in front of her.
“It’s really sweet of you to come panty-less dear…” Shukla had no anger as he spoke, rather he was soft and sweet and sounded more cordial than ever.
Sumi’s painful eyes were set on Shukla’s reaction, and she felt a little eased as she feels Shukla rubbing and feeling her silky tresses in his fist.
“Your…your hair…mmmm Sumi…” Shukla whispers and with a sudden naughty smile looks at Sumi, “I suppose you didn’t took off your panty on road while coming…”
Sumi, in a reflex replies, “Oh no sir ! I left it in home…and then came running to you…”
“And this got tore while running, isn’t it Sumi ? “ Shukla suddenly lifts up the mauve hair-band in front of her eyes. His voice had changed.
“You little liar… bastard…” and Shukla snaps the rubber-band with his fingers, hitting it the pouty lips of the little girl.
A ghastly hard yet shill pain runs all over the little girl’s body.
This time the girl couldn't stop her painful moan.
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