Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Dolly opened her eyes and took a few moment to understand where she was. The creamy soft bed, the subdued huge room with white and pink dbangries and then realized what was thinking the previous night, was surely not a dream.
Indeed, she was with Tarun in the plush resort.
Dolly realized at the same moment, she have literally slept over the night. The old woman feels a guilt as she recalls the previous night's incident. After the sumptuous dinner, Dolly was all ready to love her man in the bed. To show off, how she missed him over these days.
Chopra had asked for a few minutes for some phone calls to Dolly, and the old woman had decided to strip to her skin and wait under the blanket.
Dolly cuddles herself in the soft bed. It isn't that she doesn't get to get into rooms like this, but of course could never use it at hers. More than she had been taken on bed, she had been used more over on sofas, floors, baths and where not.
The several days of hard work, the sudden cooling down of her all problems, the good food, the lovely wine; the old woman had fallen asleep instantly.
Dolly finds herself well tucked by the blanket and that Tarun had slept beside her, but he was not in the bed room. Dolly's mind fills up with joy. She knew and she believed that it was not a mistake to rely Tarun.
He was the real man ! How sweetly he allowed her sleep over the night and slept beside her too !
Dolly felt she should compensate and do whatever to strengthen her place in Tarun's life, once that his wife had given consent. On the way in car, Chopra, holding Dolly close in his arms, was interrupting the sweet words of Dolly and explaining her that his wife has no problem with her and his second marriage.
Dolly's head was clear after the night full of sleep. She was now in accordance of what needs to be done.
The stars are shining high and this is the time she should act up.
Dolly rose instantly. She needs to get into action to make her place permanent to Tarun's life.
Chopra was engrossed in his Ipad and some files when Dolly walked in the lounge of the grand suite.
Chopra looks up at Dolly.
The morning sun rays fell over the woman through the entire glass wall.
Dolly stood in front of Chopra, just a towel wrapped and her hairs at one side of her chest and smiled sweetly,"Good morning... and I'm ery very sorry for the last night...I fell asleep"
Chopra smiled back too, "you will get enough chances though jaanu..."
Dolly makes a face, "Kapde kharidna hain mujhe... niche ki dukan main jaun ?"
Chopra smiled and pulling his wallet, slips out the debit card and recites the PIN.
Dolly giggles like a sixteen years girl,"wowwwwww.........." and hugging Chopra's neck smacks a load of smacking kisses on his lips.
Sumi steps out to the backyard garden of the bungalow. It was a beautiful morning but she was all filled up with horror.
Shukla had been insane with lust and had her pony tied to his legs and dragged her over the whole floor like that, giggling like a monster.
The little girl had got up with a gulp of fear, suddenly. She had passed of on the bed last night with series of intercourses by Shukla.
As she comes out freshened from the wash, the cook of the bungalow, who was waiting with a huge glass of milk for her informed that Shukla ji asked her to meet him in the backward garden.
Sumi had hurried up and got herself ready.
She doesn't wants to spoil the menacing mood of Shukla, who was appearing satisfied the previous night.
Sumi dons an old salwar kameez and brushes her wet hair smooth and wears a hair band. she knew she had to do something to make Shukla happy.
Sumi walked through the garden. She could find Shukla sir sitting on an armchair under a tree, having tea.
The lovely morning, the chirping of the birds, the cool breeze, the pollution free village area; Sumi was loving the place.
She walked softly to Shukla and in a very soft tone wishes him a good moring.
Shukla looks up at the little girl.
"And what exactly makes you come in open hair Sumi ?" Shukla asks without replaying to the wish.
"Errr...I..I have just bathed sir... and my hair is wet...so..so I couldn't tie sir..." the little girl says softly. She was quite obvious of the question and so didn't wait to say back the fact.
"is that my concern Sumi ?"... Shukla asks in a dry, emotionless tone.
Sumi knew this tone. This was just before breaking into some nasty lust.
"You should dry up your hair Sumi... in the traditional way... " Shukla says in a lower tone.
"Ji...?" Sumi aks up, she was really confused.
"Open up your salwar Sumi..." Shukla says in a similar tone.
The little girl, in her normal femine reflex looks around hearing Shukla's order.
"Don't worry Sumi... there's nobody around... and kameez is enough to save your modesty...open up the salwar..."
Sumi pulls the drawstring, taking the salwar off, it was true that the kameez was a long one and reached over her knees, but the fact was, as for normal, she didn't wear a panty beneath.
Sumi doesn't speaks up and stands in front of Shukla putting the salwar aside.
"Kneel..." Shukla replies and the little girl does so.
"On your fours..Sumi..." was the next order that spurted out which too the girl obliges, spreading her hair to the sunlight, all over her back.
"You will stay like this until your hair is dry and ready to style...right baby?"
"Right sir..." the little girl replies under her breathe.
Shukla takes a long deep breathe in ecstasy,
The tour is just happening the way he was dreaming off.
Shukla lowers his hand and picks up the end of the kameez and raising it, places it over the waist of Sumi, revealing her fleshy, white butt.
The little girl contracted her waist but remained still.
Shukla runs his shivering middle finger between the girl's crack.
Dolly sat silently in front of Chopra.
Dressed in a silk kimono and hair tied up in a top bun, she looked elegant and different.
She had spent a couple of hours in the salon and spa, apart from rumbling around the brand outlets in the plush hotels.
Dolly had taken advantage of the debit card shamelessly.
On total she had purchased about nineteen dress and about six sets of lingeries and a few night wears.
However, among those nineteen, seven was actually Dolly's, that she had tactfully placed over the shopping bags. Rest were for her daughter.
The mother's heart ached watching the costly dresses and young girls of her daughter's age roaming by and she couldn't resist to buy them, and she feels she has some right on Chopra's money.
But after she changes and comes and sits in front of Chopra, he is still engrossed in the files. Looking at a glance, Dolly could make out, they were her company's file.
Dolly sits prim and proper in front of Chopra and clears her throat.
"Namastey ji... bahot busy ho aap ?" and smiles a naughty mohini smile of her.
Chopra looks up at Dolly and asks,"Do you have any idea with what files your company had sent you here Doll ?"
Dolly looks up confused at Chopra.
He looked serious and dry.
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