Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

It seemed the moment stood still for a moment.
Three lives in the hall, but all were motionless.
None spoke or moved.
Sumi stood tensed, her face straight but eyes down, rubbing on her toe over her semi worn slippers. The little girl was more in tension for Rajiv's reaction.
Dolly, on the other hand, stood confident.
With a dash of smile, a bright smile to be actual, she looked at Rajiv with confidence and benevolence. Though the old woman did not spoke or hyper-acting, she was making her presence felt and in some way, non-ignorable.
Rajiv sat silently, motionless.
He rather expected a much more decked up performance and was ready to exploit over that, but this subtle move of the old woman, made him shook a little.
Sumi took a long breathe and tried to calm her heart as Rajiv walked towards from the sofa.
Something was making the little girl feel, that all was not going right.
It was not the usual Rajiv she knew.
Rajiv completely ignores Dolly and passes her, standing in front of Sumi.
"Hi dear...". Sumi was shaken by Rajiv's voice.
Sumi looked up in rather confusion and suddenly saw the rarely seen romance in his eyes.
"Hi,... dear... I... I had been missing you..." Sumi somehow spurts out. It was not for being a slut or something, but in real, she was rather feeling pleased and nice indeed of Rajiv's love making with her thrice at that night.
He was crude and rude, but it was him.
The man she actually in love with. At least, that is what she has been made to believe and believes too.
Rajiv suddenly places his both hands on Sumi's shoulder, pulling the little girl in his arms and lip locking her.
Sumi was flabbergasted but didn't knew how to react but felt uneasy as Rajiv's hand moved over her chest, over her dress, squeezing her bosom hard.
Yes, she was ready for being used, harassed naked, and was mentally prepared for that but, this was being different.
Rajiv's hand now rolled over between her legs, pinching and twisting over her clothes, as Sumi, helplessly lip-locked couldn't do much, except contracting her waist and back in pain.
Dolly was controlling her anger holding the smile on her face. She was feeling like dragging the nasty boy back and slap his face hard.But she held on, holding her anger.
Rajiv enjoyed the salty liquid that flowed over his lips and cheek from Sumi's eyes. He knew the girl was writhing in pain and he suddenly left her back.
Sumi, panting wiped her eyes promptly and stood smiling in front of Rajiv.
Rajiv smiled too, "Sumi why don't you have a bath and refresh yourself and change too..." indicating a room, "and... anyway, you have a habit of bathing before presenting yourself...specially to Dinesh ? isn't it ?"
The last words made Sumi feel a whip over her and lowers her head.
She nods her head and whispers,"I.. am am bathing and changing dear..." and turns and walks off right when Rajiv speaks up again,"and your hair must be something special... something you do for Shukla sir..."
The little girl turns around, managing the tears in her eyes and nodding her head in acceptance.
Rajiv turned to Dolly now and smiled a crooked smile.
Dolly too, smiled back differently.
It was not smiles of lust.
It was rather the smile of two players at game.
It was smile of two opponents.
"You look like your old days aunty..." Rajiv whispered,"when I used to molest and beat up your daughter for pleasure at your place, and you would close the door so that your daughter couldn't run out..."
Dolly felt a hard slap over her face.
Rajiv's eyes glared up,"and when I would come out you would slide your pallu down and plead me to keep the relation..."
Dolly took a step forward.
She knew what she needed to do.
Dolly knelt before Rajiv, a guy of her son's age and her would be son-in-law and taking her pallu off, she holds it in front of Rajiv. A pose of a beggar, asking for thrown away coins.
"Beta... aj main wohi haisiyat se ayee hu..." Dolly says in a soft, lower tone,"not the way you have seen me in these later days...I came as a mother to you... aur...aur..." Dolly's throat choked in a lump of pain.
"Aur kya... aunty? Rajiv asks unperturbed.
"Aur... main tumse bhikh mangti hu... main tumhara naukrani banke rahungi... you can treat me as a door mat beta, but please, please marry my beti... and keep her well... please don't torture her..."the old woman broke down in irresistible weep and falls on her would be son-in-law's feet.
Softly hitting her forehead on Rajiv's feet, a muffled voice said,"please beta... I will take everything... please... please marry her..."
Rajiv giggled and hissed, "aunty ... raise your head...please"
Dolly raised her wet face and instantly calmed down seeing Rajiv's manhood already hard and zipped open.
Dolly parted her lips and advanced her head towards Rajiv's manhood.
Rajiv grabbed the woman by her long braid, "Oh no aunty... not so easily... hold my dick and now...yes... kiss and lick me first....and tell me, in details, about your first encounter with Dinesh sir..."
Dolly already kissed and started licked Rajiv's erected manhood but suddenly got still hearing Rajiv's query.
"errr... beta ?" Dolly asked innocently, raising her face as her fingers played over Rajiv's manhood. She wanted this topic to pass off.
A hard slap bursts on the old woman's cheek.
"Speak up aunty...." Rajiv said softly, in a honey coated voice.
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