Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

The heavy breathes of Vic had made the old woman more confidant about her spoil and the stuff used in his food.
Finally, her plans are going right till now.
Vic was fast asleep and was the ideal situation.
Dolly had allowed few minutes to pass as she knew she should not hurry now.
Slowly, the darkness was settled in her eyes and she could make out everything, save that she had already done enormous recce of the room, knowing placement of each furniture of the room.
Slowly Dolly spread her arms around and rather more unhurried way she moves her naked body against the sleeping young guy’s.
Dolly very slowly and in a measured way started rubbing her naked body against the young boy’s side.
Her hand gingerly rose over Vic’s crotch and her three spread fingers ran over the sleeping mad- hood of the boy. Dolly was cautious not to rest her hand over Vic, but just raising him up.
Vic, on the other hand was in a deep slumber, but there was no hurry for Dolly. She rather didn’t want Vic to awake up properly too. Sharply the old woman glances at the bed side table, a flash where she kept the infused sherbet to make Vic gulp incase he awakes completely.
Dolly’s fingers played more delicate and swift, which started showing a bit of change of the sleeping boy.
Though he breathed heavily as before, his di*k was getting harder.
Dolly stopped for a moment and again started.
This time Vic’s body moved a little.
Dolly’s hand stopped.
She caught her breathe and stayed motionless for next few minutes and slowly raises herself, bending over on Vic’s face and slowly touched the end of her saggy tits over him.
For herself, Dolly had one problem. She had to raise herself much up, not touching or resting herself to Vic’s body elsewhere, and being her tits lousy and shaggy it did made her raise herself more.
Dolly ran and dragged her nipple over the sleeping boy’s lips, holding it over for few seconds and removing it.
Dolly was now slowly feeling confidant.
She crossed her legs in either side of Vics, standing up, she bends herself as low as possible and holds her loose mammary and places them against both cheek of Vic, making his lips touch her broad cleavage.
There was a long breathe from Vic’s and a faint smile on Dolly’s face.
Right then, Vic’s mobile phone rang up untimely.
It was so unexpected for the old whore woman she gets a shock of her life and losing her balance fell over Vic.
Though she managed to control her body being smashed against Vic’s directly, she did fell partly over Vic.
Her falling over Vic and the infernal ring tone made Vic awake.
The ring tone is of those old black telephones, loud and rude that would make any human being drag themselves up from the deepest sleep.
Dolly had instantly withdrew herself at side, confused of what to do and whether she should silent or switch off the phone, in her horror she saw Vic raising up and struggling to find the bedside lamp switch.
Dolly was no fool.
She understood she needs to flee in a second and she jumps out of the bed and pulls the black cloth from the ground rushing towards the door.
A faint irk she had in her mind as she rushed and slammed herself against the tripod high vase case, making the vase, the table and herself crash down over the floor.
As Dolly bit her lips hard, managing the hard fall and that she had fell over the vase and table, both broken, almost wounding herself she remembered what irked her – it was the table with the vase near the exit door.
It was just when Dolly was almost half running half crawling out from the room, Vic had been able to find the bed side switch and put the lamp on.
Dolly rushed out madly within a second running away from the cabin through darkness.
As the old lady ran blindly in the dark garden she suddenly realizes something and stood being frozen in panic.
Dolly had left that infused sherbet flask in Vic’s room.
In helpless anger on herself and her wretched luck the old woman helplessly bangs her back down, sitting naked over the grass in despair.
In helpless agony the old woman grabs fistful of grasses, twitching them hard and then in blunt anger she repeatedly starts slapping her own face madly.
Sumi sat clenching and twisting her fingers in her fist.
She was feeling rather nervous and uneasy at the whole situation where was into. The small makeshift office in the container, the inadequate air, all three and Rajiv smoking and drinking continuously, with one person having beedi, the red eyes that slurped over her body, the unasked question about what she is, all were taking a toll on the little girl’s nerve.
The meeting was going on and on, not that they were talking much.
Their calculations and phone calls made in between and Sumi could see the three pair on lust eyes set over her.
Though dressed, Sumi felt herself naked in front of their X ray eyes.
The little girl felt utterly restless.
She wanted to leave the place but Rajiv showed no sign of leaving and rather being much engrossed in the discussion.
It wasn’t the Rajiv of sometimes before. Not that he was being disrespectful to Sumi or showing her to these men shamelessly, but he acted that as if Sumi was non-existent at that moment.
The little girl was enjoying Rajiv’s sweetness but what also haunted her was the strange behavior of Dinesh sir.
He did insulted her in beginning, first ignoring her and then making fun of her looks, but Sumi could feel, none had that sharpness or the gravity that the momentary holding of hand had.
She is young but had been touched enough to understand how a man man holds a girl’s hand.
The look Dinesh sir had in his eyes was also different.
Was he looking weary?
Was it a momentary softness but why to her?
Sumi was feeling scared and also filled up with some unknown but indulging sinful happiness.
However, for the deep thoughts and tension Sumi was feeling sick and nausea with the mixed smokes and booze.
In a low voice she whispers to Rajiv’s ear,”Can I please stand just outside Rajiv ? It’s suffocating here…please “.
Rajiv nods his head unmindfully and Sumi slowly raises herself and walks out with a disgustful stare to the three men.
Standing out of the carriage she felt better and took a long breath.
Suddenly the beedi smoking guy comes out from the container too, but walks a few steps away from Sumi towards a tree and faces Sumi.
Without uttering a word, puffing the beedi between his teeth, the man raised her lungi and holding his pen*s starts peeing at the tree base, facing Sumi.
Sumi’s face turned red in anger and shame and the little girl rushes back inside the container, resuming her seat beside Rajiv.
Sumi huffed a little and bit her pout lips trying to get herself placid.
There was a little change of situation in the room.
Rajiv sat silently with a silent judicial face, as the two men working madly over bunch of bills.
Suddenly he turned to Sumi, and with a low voice and normal sweet way says, ”You need to finish this Sumi… I mean, whatever there is between you and Dinesh sir …”.
Sumi’s whole body jerks up with an electric shock.
She felt her heart came up to her throat and her eyes bursting out in horror of getting revealed of a sinful desire.
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