Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Walking towards the pub, Dolly knew, the work was done. She, along with Shah had accompanied Vic to the airport, where Prasad came over with Siddu to bid Vic a bye.
The rendezvous was ahead of the boarding time of Vic and together, they all moved towards the café.
Dolly could understand the perplexity of Prasad that really Vic is leaving the country, without any scouting done over the business.
No one could actually blame Prasad, knowing Vic.
It was rather unusual and quite a non accomplishment from Vic’s part.
Known for his formidable brain, Prasad was still into dilemma.
However, the reaction of Siddu was quite different.
He was stealing his lusty glances very calmly over Dolly.
Dolly could feel that and deliberately does an eye contact as Siddu ogles again.
Dolly instantly brought a very thin smile over her face before taking the eyes off from each other.
She knew, the fade smile will make Siddu more infuriated and naturally lusty.
Dolly was dressed unlikely, in a nice saree, classy and timid. She found it in the dresses provided to her in the guest house.
Hair open with simple middle parting, she rather looked of her age and nice.
Siddu had never seen her so. The very classy look of Dolly was making him boil in infuriating lust.
Dolly could feel that. She was actually smiling at her fate.
Though she had done her best to the job to save up, what will she be awarded with?
The males talked over normal matters. Prasad and Siddu were tactically keeping the track of words into regular discussions and to their comfort the call was heard.
All raised, Dolly was a bit engrossed in her thought so took her a moment to understand that all else stood up.
Dolly stood up looking around, with a regretful smile and dried up seeing Siddu’s face. His face was red in anger and Dolly could guess exactly what was in his mind. Dolly was sure that Siddu took it as Dolly’s bewail over Vic’s departure.
All walked to the entry point, where Vic shook hands with Siddu and Shah and touched and hugged Prasad’s feet.
Then to everyone’s bewilderment and rather discomfort, Vic hugged Dolly, touching his cheek over her cheek and whispering, “Bye, take care of yourself…”
Dolly’s had her face stuck over her chest as she walked out of the airport with her real masters. Her face was still red in uneasiness and rather discomfort. She actually didn’t know how to tackle the situation now. It was rather sweet of Vic, but she knew this won’t be taken well, especially by Siddu.
Shah and Siddu had taken few steps ahead to catch up with the cars, and Dolly could feel Prasad’s hand around her and an affectionate kiss over her head, “well done dear… very well done indeed”.
This shock had got Dolly out of the previous and she looks up at Prasad with amazement. She wanted to be sure whether Prasad was sarcastically talking to her. But the benevolence in Prasad’s eye calmed her down.
Dolly sheepishly retorts, “thh...thank you sir…”
By then Siddu was back and Prasad’s hand was dropped away around her body. The momentary magic was lost.
Siddu glanced at Dolly sharply, and looks at Prasad, “Sir, can I…?” and smiles.
Prasad grins; “For sure, on Monday… you can take a leave then too…” indicating Dolly would be with her the entire weekend.
Siddu took it sportingly, for sure; the working day leave will make him allow having the bitch in some pleasure spot location undisturbed. Officially, he would be on tour at company’s expense.
Dolly felt it was her lucky day going on and couldn’t stop flushing red as Prasad indicated that her salary would be given a hike.
Dolly looked up with a questioning disbelief in her eyes to Prasad who had laughed up heartily and assured that he had already informed the related person to activate the hike. Dolly gave a big sigh of relief and smiles her typical submissive whore smile to Prasad which well indicated she was in her all five senses to serve out now.
The shameless aged woman who would cross the borderline of decency and feminine dignity every now and then.
The car was driving back to the same guest house where she had been for the last few days. Dolly takes a deep sigh looking at the window and smiles back sweetly at Prasad.
Sumi stood in utter despair and frustration in front of the mirror biting her lips.
She was feeling like crying.
Being back from college, she had changed her dress to a regular one, but stood in confusion and deep imploration in her mind to make some new seductive hairstyle for that sick old man. The lusty face of Shukla sir, his luring words all makes the little girl feel utterly creepy.
Sumi had her hair opened, brushed and then stood silently inactive for minutes looking at her own reflection.
Suddenly she realizes a shadow behind her and right then Rajiv clasps her body from back.
Sumi shivers up and startles,”Rrrajiv…tum?”
Sumi was terrified as she wore no panty beneath her regular long skirt.
Rajiv giggles like a hyena, burying his lips into the girl’s open hair, “lagta hain mujhe dekhke tu hairan ho gayee hain… “
“Errr… nno…” Sumi says, trying to pacify her throbbing heart but she was actually surprised to see Rajiv. The little girl prayed hard that Rajiv doesn’t notice her without panty.
“I told you na dear, I have an eye over you…”Rajiv says in a steel cold voice, “after all you are my jaanu…”
Sumi tries to smile.
This newfound extra attention and love from Rajiv is rather more fearsome than his normal abusive self.
The little girl was feeling so utterly helpless and vulnerable that she felt like crying but knew that would make the situation worse.
“Did I interrupt your getting ready for some date?” Rajiv asked sweetly.
“Nno… no dear…” Sumi uttered hurriedly, “I was just … I mean…it is the tuition class I am going”.
Rajiv giggled dry,”An unearthly time, isn’t it? But of course I have seen Shukla sir being back home…so it will be a gala time” and winked.
Sumi was completely perplexed.
At one side she was feeling utterly shameful for being caught up dressing up panty-less for the nasty old beast, on the other hand her heart ached in anger that how could Rajiv, being her lover indicates the sexual torment she would undergo.
Rajiv whispers, “ Gala time for Shukla sir…” and giggled, “Sumi, I like the way you are being back to your actual self…It seems that you are obeying what I said”.
Sumi turns to Rajiv now, placing her eyes on his lusty yet mocking eyes, “I always obey you Rajiv…please…please don’t leave me… I … I love you…”.
The words came out with so much despair, vulnerability and honesty that one couldn’t stay untouched.
Rajiv, who was in a utterly mocking mood too got bemused for a moment and felt like hugging the young girl tight for once. The young girl, Sumi, who’s a puppet in his hand; diligently working on the orders for her love to him.
Rajiv places his hand on Sumi’s shoulder, “well, you have earned a date darling…” and smiled a little. “Be ready after you’re back… I’ll pick you up around seven thirty in the evening.”
Sumi was wondering seeing the changes of Rajiv’s eyes.
She knew, it is the loving Rajiv whom she had seldom seen.
The real Rajiv, who has a strong penchant over her.
After long days, Sumi blushed in love.
“I will be ready …” the little girl replied.
Rajiv grinned and was gone.
Sumi turned back to the mirror. Why Rajiv’s “this self” be permanent and her life was minus – Shukla sir, Dinesh sir and all the nasty crowds?
Sumi looked at herself to the mirror and smiled a little.
The little girl was feeling empowered suddenly, and brings her open hair in front of her bosom.
She will go like this to the tuition class today.
She won’t dress up her hair for that old pervert.
She would take a few extra slaps for sure, but not dress up like a slut for anyone except Rajiv.
The guest house had now turned in a gulzar of lust and shamelessness.
After gulping a couple of beers in the car, Prasad had changed to his hospitable and charitable self.
He called up Siddu, Shah and Parekh to the guest house to have a celebration party.
Dolly too didn’t persuade Prasad to his former plan of having her alone over the weekend.
She too, switched on to her shameless slutty mode.
The self she gets her salary for.
The party was on in full swing.
Three local village nautch girls were hired up, who drooled and swung their thin bodies to the music clad in saree and ghagras.
On the contrary, Dolly sat on the sofa, with her petticoat covering from her knees to feet, save all being bare.
She was constantly fondled, groped, squeezed, felt and pinched by four sets of hands. She had taken enough shots of tequila to go her drooling and bear & bare all.
Parekh, who was rather skeptical about the mission, was all in joy.
He tapped Dolly on her shoulder, indicating to join the nautch girls.
Dolly giggled up, rather without any reason and stood up and shook her huge buttocks like thumka standing there, right in front of nose of Parekh, Shah and Prasad and winked mischievously at Siddu.
Knowing that the wink will cost her too later, Dolly gives a flying kiss to Siddu and walks shaking her butts to the dance zone stark naked.
The girls were too taken aback and stopped not understanding the intension of the old hag of a woman, she walked naked towards them.
Abruptly the woman stopped a few steps ahead to the girls and turned her face towards the men.
With a vigorous shake on the body Dolly started dancing, mindlessly, giggling and making indecent gestures to her owners.
The booze had made her mind realize she had overcome a big challenge in her career and got it smooth.
Sumi’s face was pale in fear and helplessness now.
Her courage past forty minutes was gone completely and she was now squatting in front of Shukla, with her top removed and long skirt drawn up to her knees.
Shukla’s anger of seeing the girl arrive with her hair open instantly turned to severe lust providing justification for the torment to the young girl.
Sumi’s waist and legs trembled, in pain and fear.
Shukla was sitting in front of her, stretching his leg over the bench where the little girl crouched, holding a sharpened pencil by his toes and scratching Sumi’s bare crouch with the pointed tip.
The little girl’s eyes were filled up with tears as she had diligently soaked up her hair in oil and combing them smooth now, helplessly trying to think about some hairstyle that would let her get forgiven.
Shukla’s moving foot stopped and poked the girl’s crouch with the tip.
Sumi moans up in the sharp poke and shivers up, almost losing her balance which would make her bang down on the ground from the bench.
“You are taking too much time Sumi…I will shove the pencil right inside your cunt if you fail to get ready in next five minutes…” Shukla grinds out the words between his teeth.
The little girl felt utterly helpless and looks desperately at the old pervert.
Will she say that she can’t think of any?
Will she say her whole mind is thinking about the date with Rajiv at seven thirty today evening?
The little girl blurted out submissively, “You tell me na Sir…I mean, you order how you want Sir, please”…
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