26-12-2019, 04:42 PM
Hi, as you may know that I’m Gauri and have submitted a few stories earlier too. But since ISS has changed a lot of things with their database I’m not sure would they be linked to my new ID or not. A few of my previous stories are: Hot Blooded Bang, Blackmail Fuck, Whore in Training. For those who haven’t read my earlier stories I am a very beautiful young girl with a ‘to die for’ figure and I belong to a very affluent family and of course I’m a big slut. I like to fuck the dirt genre of the community. That’s me in a nutshell.
This story is a work of fiction unlike a few of my earlier submits.
This story is about a girl named Neena. She’s 5 feet and 9 inches with 34-24-34 figure with a very fair complexion and a very gorgeous girl overall. She was a typical high class girl from Delhi who had a millionaire family. She had a few sex encounters but all her previous boy friends were too ‘soft’ in bed for her. She always wanted to try fucking her servant or the driver but was too scared of doing so. She wanted the feeling of being treating like a whore by someone who has never tasted rich white flesh before. She had no idea how to go about this and this was making her desperate day by day. (I’ll be writing in first person here on as Neena)
To satisfy my urges I started watching more and more porn on the internet. But I wanted to watch more Indian porn which wasn’t so freely available online as was western porn. The websites which had indian porn wanted a credit card and since all my bills went to my fathers office I didn’t want something unusual to come up on my statement. So I decided to go to a market to buy such CDs. These markets were generally very shaddy and hence I was a little skeptical in my plan. One such market is Palika Bazaar in New Delhi. So I decided to go there to buy some CDs.
I always wore western clothes and since I’m a tall, slim and well figured girl I get a lot of looks everywhere I go. Of course these looks were supposed to get worse when I visited a shaddy black market like Palika Bazaar. As suspected the place was full of filthy people who were chewing the filthy pan masala and had red mouths. The walls were painted with their spits and every nook and cranny smelled like it had been used for peeing. Anyway, when I entered the market I got some very funny looks from every person around there as expected. I found a lot of shops selling pirated movies but I just couldn’t go to any shop and ask for a blue film as that would have been very embarrassing. So I decided to go to the first floor where there were fewer shops and even fewer customers. The moment I went up to the first floor every shop keeper tried to sell me their product by yelling what they had. But all I wanted was some movies. A few delhi lafangas even formed a small group and started to follow me around and kept eyeing me from head to toe. I didn’t mind that but it surely scared me a lot. I anyway concentrated on what I was there for and finally went to a very small shop which didn’t have any customer and just one man sitting there. The shop had very little or hardly any stock as compared to the other shops which really surprised me but the fact that it didn’t have much customers now made sense. A middle aged guy was sitting behind the counter and asked me how could he help me. He was chewing the same disgusting pan and spoke while he was chewing the crap. As I said he was a middle aged man, he had a moustache and the same old disgusting 80s hair cut with long permed hair at the back of the head. He was a tall and broad fellow but unlike other shop keepers he was a bit fitter and didn’t have a pot belly coming out of his shirt.
So he asked me: “Haanji kya chahiye madam?”
I replied: “Kuch movies ki CDs chahiye”
He asked me : “English ya hindi?”
I replied: “Hindi”
So now he started showing me bollywood hindi movies so after quickly scanning through a few of them I said:
“Mujhe bollywood movies nahi chahiye, koi aur CDs nahi hai kya?”
I almost froze when I said those words.
He said: “Madam south indian movies to hum rakhtey nahi, bhojpuri aur punjabi movies hain, woh dikhao?”
I replied: “Nahi woh bhi nahi”
So he said: “Phir aur to bas madam double X ya triple X hi aur hoti hai.”
I replied: “Haan woh dikha do please.”
The guy was a little surprised and with a little smirk he gave me a lusty look towards me and went under the counter to get a black bag with a bunch of XXX movies. He took out the hindi ones and put them in front of me.
I started looking at them slowly with my eyes on the movies as I didn’t have the guts to look up in his eyes. Whereas I was quite sure that he was still looking at me with his lustful eyes. So to break the awkward silence I said: “In mein se kaunsi kaunsi achi hai?”
He replied: “Madam saari hi achi hain, hum to dekhtey nahi. Hum to direct phudi hi martey hain, CD mein kya rakha hain.”
I was stunned to hear those words and I looked at him with my jaw dropped. The guy was looking at me and smiling. I was speechless and froze till my bone. So I just took out a couple of the CDs and asked them to pack them for me. While doing so he told me the bill and I started to open my purse and search for the amount. While I was doing so he said:
“Madam waise in CDs mein kuch nahi rakha, aapko asli cheez try karni chahiye. Aap bolo toh mein aapki help kar sakta hu aur aap kuch paise bhi kama lengi.”
I didn’t know what to say but I thought this was probably the opportunity I’ve been looking for. So I got a hold of myself and said:
“Woh kaise?”
He said:
“Madam mera ek dost hai uska yehi business hai. Customer woh leke aata hai aur aapko commision milti hai har customer par. Aapko mazaa aur paise dono milengey. Woh yeh business apne ghar se hi chalata hai, toh jagah bhi safe hai.”
Just the words coming out of his mouth made me wet and I was speechless with fright. I didn’t know what to do or so but of course I had to say ‘No’ as I didn’t even know this guy. I replied:
“Nahi nahi thank you, mein aisi nahi hu”
He said: “Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi CD dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat karna.”
I don’t know what happened to me but I decided to give it a try and said OK. But I told him that I couldn’t stay for long as I have to be back home soon. It was about 11 am in the morning at that time. Also, I inquired about the place and all as I didn’t want it to be anywhere near where I lived or near any of my relatives places. He named some village near an Industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which is very isolated from the residential areas so I was satisfied.
He asked me to leave my car here itself as it would take too long to reach there by car and he took out his motorcycle. It took us about 40 mins to reach there and the place was a sight. The place was a very very filthy area and was about 2 km on a muddy pathway from the main road. I never knew that such places existed in Delhi. All the building there were one to two storey and were just brick buildings with no paint or rendering on them. The road leading inside the village was wide enough for just one car to fit and hence all we found there were cycles, scooters and motorcycles. There were no asphalt roads and hence just a path made of stones and mud. Being an offshoot from a main road and being such a remote area it was full of so many people and so many small shops. I always wondered were all the cheap and menial labourers lived and now I knew. Everyone from the menial bricklayer to the jamadars and MCD karamcharis infested the colony and this was the place they called home. I was petrified to be here and had even lost track of my way back to the main road. Ultimately, we stopped in front of a very old and broken down building which had it’s brick skeleton on display just like the other building without any paint or plastering on them. All the buildings seemed like they were abandoned half way through there construction but I guess thats how these people lived.
After parking the bike the guy guided me to the entrance of the building and then we walked our way to the first floor of the building. There were no doors or windows anywhere in the building. Rooms which people wanted to block off where bolted shut with old timber ply’s and curtains were used instead of doors and windows everywhere. On the first floor we were greeted by a tall guy in a kurta payjama and a crew cut. He seemed veyr much like a haryana jaat and the moment he met the shop keeper and spoke, his accent confirmed that he really was one.
I was made to stand near the main entrance next to staircase of the first floor while those two guys went on one side to talk with each other. From where I was standing I couldn’t get a good look of the entire place but I just saw two rooms which again used curtains instead of doors. After about five minutes a girl in a towel came out from one of the rooms. Her hair were open and she came out while attempting to tie her hair. She was just wearing a towel around her. She was a typical house maid looking type of a girl with a slightly overweight figure. A few moments after that a guy came out of the same room while buttoning his shirt. When he went pass by the girl he took out five hundred rupee notes and gave it in the girls hands and started to walk towards me as I was standing next to the staircase exit. While approaching me he kept on looking at me from head to toe. When he came near me he stood still and looked at me from head to toe and started to touch me to on my waist and then work his way up to my breasts. I tried to stop him but it was no luck. So the haryanwi jat shouted at him and asked him to leave me alone. So he walked pass by me and went down. Now I saw the shop keeper getting handed a bunch of notes by the jaat and then they shook hands and started walking towards me.
The shopkeeper came to me and while pointing to the jaat said: “Madam yeh hai Ghumar Singh, yeh aapka khayal rakhengey ab. Aap inke saath jayiye”
Ghumar Singh took hold of my arm guided me inside the flat. There were rooms on both sides and just had curtains on the entrances. Ghumar Singh then in his thick jaat accent said:
“Aayo madam, ab aap ithar kaam karogi. Teri choot ka pehle mein test drive lunga phir tu kaam par lag jayiyo.”
This really scared me but excited me too. My wish of being treated like a whore was coming true. But the fact that I would be working here scared me as my understanding was that I would just try it once and if I didn’t like it I could turn it down. But looking at the place and with the kind of people around me I didn’t want to open my mouth in rebellion or even ask a simple question. I decided to see how things go and if things got too out of hand I’ll do something about it then.
Ghumar Singh took me to one of the many rooms there and closed the curtain behind him when he entered. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire room smelled like shit and pee. The entire room had a very dim feel to it. The bed looked very rickety and the bedspread which looked like it hadn’t ever been washed. Apart from that it had a blanket on it. The entire room reminded me of my servant’s room, but that was still neater than this. The room was just big enough for the bed and two more people to stand in it. It was like a train compartment or a small quarter on a ship. The room was sealed with very thing cardboard plys on both ends. It seemed like a bigger room was divided in smaller rooms using those plys. This made me realise why the urinal was so close to the bed, as maybe the toilet part of the bigger room was used to make this as a separate room. I guess it was obvious to have such small rooms when in the prostitution business, after all turnover is everything. The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had used every bit of real estate available to make money by making more rooms for the girls.
Ghumar Singh was about 6 feet and 3 inches tall, very broad and a muscular looking guy. He wasn’t ripped muscular instead just big and muscular. Had a slight pot belly like all indian men and had a very distinct smell to him which would make any female puke. He had very lustful eyes, which were always red I guess due to the pan masala that he kept on chewing, which also explained his red mouth and tongue. He wore a sky blue coloured kurta pyajama and has a very typical haryanwi jaat accent.
After entering the room, he said:
“Chal ab nangi hoja phata phat, aur apni taangey kholke bistar par let ja, hum bhi to dekhe gori chut kaise lagti hai”
He had a very distinct smirk on his face when he said that and spitted out some pan masala spit while saying this on the well next to the bed where he was supposed to fuck me.
This was it, I said to myself. The transition from what I was to a big slut. I closed my eyes for a second to give myself some strength and then decided to go ahead with it as I had come so far anyway. I was wearing a long length skirt with a halter top which was sticking to my boobs. I took out my top first which exposed the black laced bra which I was wearing and accenting my boobs perfectly. i have a very tiny waste so my 34 boobs look more like 38, plus they’re very very firm and amazing to lick I’ve been told. To add that, I have pink nipples and my clean shaven pussy too is pink unlike other brown pussy which indian girls have.
After I took off my top I started to take my skirt off, and I saw Ghumar Singh massaging his dick through his pyajama while I was doing that. I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I dropped my skirt, I was standing in front of him in just my lingerie. I then started to pick up my clothes so that I could keep them on the side neatly but just then Ghumar Singh interrupted and said:
“Arey Itna time lagayegi toh customer pareshaan ho jayega”
Then he kicked my dress to one side of the room with his feet and walked towards me. Very roughly he tore my bra and threw it on the edge of the bed and then he pushed me on the bed. I gasped when I fell on the bed and before I could get back in control he grabbed my panties and took them off and threw them again. There I was naked in front of a stranger waiting to get fucked.
He saw me lying there naked for a minute and then took off his kurta and then his pyajama. I was shocked to see him naked and asked myself as to what I was doing there naked. He was like a beast with hair all over his body and I guess never heard the word hygiene in his life. His dick was thicker than my arm and was atleast 9 inches long. It was standing erect and staring at me like a monster. It was extremely black in colour with a purple coloured head at the end. I was terrified to see it and I knew I couldn’t take that in my pussy. I have a camel toe pussy and it’s very young and fresh, I never had been fucked by a dick even half the size of his. So, I just got up in a frenzy and told him:
“Mein itna bada nahi le sakti, I’m sorry mein yeh nahi kar sakti”
I started to get up from the bed, but just then he pushed me back on the bed and said:
“Tere se koi puch raha hai kya ki tu yeh kar sakti hai ya nahi? Chup chap leti reh varna ek chamat maroonga sari akad nikal jayegi. Yeh tere baap ka ghar nahi hai jaha jo tu chahegi wohi hoga, yaha tu ek randi hai aur mein tera dalal, jo mein boloonga tu wohi karegi”
I got so scared listening to him that I had no option left. I just laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I had never been so terrified in my life.
Ghumar Singh then took hold of my legs and spread them wide open and then started to lick my pussy. He was eating my pussy like a dog eating meat rather than licking it. Although it felt good but all I could imagine was him tearing my pussy and I was very scared for that. After a little licking my pussy got wet and then he decided it was enough of that and he pushed me back in the middle of the bed and came on top of me. He started to suck my boobs and bit my pink nipples which made me shout a bit, but that only made him enjoy more. He then came up to my face and held my head by my hair and started to kiss me. He put his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the pan masala which he was chewing and so I started to gag and become sick. When he saw me doing that he pushed my hair back further by my hair and kissed me more and deeper and harder. I was already in tears. When he stopped kissing me, he saw me crying and started to laugh and said:
“Abhi se tere aasu nikal gaye, abhi to meiney tujhe chodhana bhi shuru nahi kiya. Koi baat nahi, le mera lund choos ab, tera rona band ho jayega.”
He then came up on the bed, sat over my face with his legs on either side of my face and his dick directly over my mouth. He held me by my hair and asked me to open my mouth and take it in. I hesitantly opened my mouth and started to lick his dick a little. Unsatisfied, he pushed his dick inside my mouth which made me sick and I started to gag. He didn’t seem to care and so didn’t take out his dick from my mouth. Slowly, I get a little used to it and started to lick it better. But I was unable to take even half of his dick in my mouth and this really scared me as my pussy was so much very smaller than my mouth.
Now, he got up and said:
“Aaj tujhe janaat ki saer karata hu apne lund ke saath.”
He then sat in front of my pussy and open my legs wide apart. He positioned his dick near my pussy and started to enter. It was an unbearable sight for me to see so I had closed my eyes. I was holding on to anything for some support and had my hands on the edge of the bed and was praying for it not to hurt. Just then there was a surge of pain and he was in my pussy. I shouted and screamed in pain. This just made him laugh and made me more horny. He said:
“Arey abhi to aadha bhi nahi gaya ander. Tu ek baar pura lele gi phir kabhi bahar nahi nikalna chahegi. Mere pao padegi chudney ke liye.”
He started laughing more after saying this and started to enter more in me. This made me scream more and I started to cry like a baby and started to push him away. Just then he took hold of my hands and pinned then behind my head and started to go in and out of my pussy slowly a few times. While he did that, it did hurt me but also started to feel nice and sensual. Hearing my cry and screaming, two of the working girls came in to our room and stood by the bed to watch us. One of them said:
“Abey Ghumar yeh memsahib ko kaha se pakad ke le aaya. Yeh to tere saap se mar jayegi.”
She started to squeeze my boobs while saying this.
To this Ghumar replied:
“Memsahib to randi hai ab. Aaj se mere saap ki puja karegi yeh.”
Everyone in the room was laughing at this and i was in tears.
Now Ghumar Singh started to fuck me faster and harder. He was all over my body, kissing my mouth, neck, boobs, arms, licking my face. I was wet in his saliva and my pussy juice was all over his ‘saap’. I was enjoying myself now but the pain was still there and I wished for it to just disappear.
He was fucking me so hard now that there was a slapping noise of his balls against my hips and I was so wet that I had cummed all over his dick. Soon he decided to cum too. Just before he was ready to shoot his cum, he took out his dick and sprayed it all over my upper body. He then gasped for some breath and then decided to get up.
I was exhausted and didnt have the energy to move a muscle. I was lying naked there with my legs still open and my pussy on display with my eyes closed and I was rolled in a mixture of my sweat and Ghumar’s sweat and sperm.
When he got up and wore his clothes again, he took a hold of my face with his hands, made me face him and said:
“Sirf mera lund teri choot mein jayege condom ke bina samjhi? Agar koi banda condom na pehne toh chil-la ke mujhe bulaliyo. Aur jaisa mazaa tune mujhe diya haina, har aadmi to diyo. Mujhe koi complain milli na toh doonga ek ultey haath ka, samjhi? Ab mein ek ek karkey tere saarey mard ko bhejta hu, apne aap ko paani se thoh ley aur tayaar hoja.”
There I was lying in a brothel with the sperm of my dalal on me and getting instructions to get fucked by my customers. The entire circumstances was so demeaning and somehow that kinda of excitement really excited me and made me wet again. I didn’t know what was wrong with me to be still ready for more fucking, but the thought of being fucked by people whose first name also was not known by me was very exciting. I got up with great difficulty and then sat on the urinal and washed myself with the water from the tap as much as I can. I sprayed some water on my face to get back to reality and to see if this was not a dream.
In the next 3 hours I was fucked by 5 more guys. They were all very filthy and probably the labours from a construction site nearby. They all fucked me like animals and feasted on me like a tiger eats his prey. I was never more alive in my life. I was exhausted but somehow I wasn’t completely satisfied. It felt like I belonged here and I was finally happy.
After the 5th person, Ghumar came in and asked me to join him outside for some food as it was time for my break. He passed me a bedspread and asked me to tie it around me. I followed him to another room, which was the kitchen and 4 other girls were there wearing just bedspreads like I was. One was making some tea and the other was making some food and the other two were just sitting next to them chatting and enjoying some tea. I guess these were my new friends now.
Ghumar asked me to sit down with those girls and said to the girls:
“Madam ka khayal rakhna, yeh aaj se hamarey saath kaam karegi.”
The girls passed me some tea and were very nice to me. They all were brown and black in color and looked like they were from far off villages from other states like bihar and orissa. One of them was from the eastern states like Sikkim or something as she looked like one. They all were intrigues as to why was I here and working to which I replied:
“Mujhe acha lagta hai yeh karna.”
All of them laughed and One of them replied:
“Memsahib toh bahut tharki hain. Yeh toh phir sahi jagah aayi hai. Yaha to usko din raat chodenge yaha ke saaley tharki kuttey.”
Then the other one said:
“Meri to choot sooj jaat hai yeh tharki kutto ka lund le le kar. Abhi to memsahib ne shuru hi kiya hai, aur iski toh choot phad hi denge yaha ke kuttey.”
Then she looked at me and inquired:
“Aaj kitne lund liye tuney?”
It was such a demeaning question and I couldn’t believe I was actually being asked that when I was lying there naked and sitting on a floor. But it excited me to live this kinda life and I replied:
“5 customer key aur sabse pehle Ghumar Singh.”
All of them again laughed and one of them said:
“Ohh! Kaisa laga Ghumar ka saap? Mazza aaya?”
I said:
“Haan lekin bahut dard hua. Bahut bada hai.”
She said:
“Arey abhi dard hua hai baad mein tu usse bheek maangegi chudne ke liye kyuki phir mazza hi usse aayega. Sabse zyada jab woh saap teri gaand mein ghusse ga.”
I was shocked and I replied back in disgust:
“Nahi nahi mein labhi apni gaand mein nahi ghussney doongi.”
They all smiled and said:
“Woh toh time hi batayega.”
I replied:
“Tum kitni baar karti ho ek din mein?”
They said:
“15 – 20 ek din mein aur kabhi kabhi usse bhi zyada.”
The girl from Sikkim was the only fair looking one there besides me and her name was Vimmi.
They said:
“Yaha par Vimmi sabse zyada leti hai, iska record hai 32 ek din me.”
I was shocked and asked how was that possible. To which Vimmi replied:
“Arey saaley kuttey uss din ek saath teen teen karke aaye they mujhe chodne. Mein uss din 20 ghantey tak chud rahi thi. Meri choot poori laal ho gayi thi aur mere saare jism par muth hi muth thi.”
I was looking at her with my eyes wide and my jaw dropped. I was so so so shocked. Just then Ghumar came in and said to me:
“Chal ab kaam par lagja chutti khattam.”
It was getting really late and I had to get back home as I also had to drive back to Palika bazaar and pick up my car and go home. It would have been impossible to reach home on time if I didn’t leave now. So I told Ghumar the same and said that I really had to go and he needs to understand else it would be a serious problem for myself and also him. He didn’t agree at first and asked me to stay for the night and then I can go in the morning but I explained to him how it was impossible. After some more explaining he agreed and said that one of his assistants will drop him but he wanted me to come back again. I agreed as I kind of liked it here and wanted to come back again. He wanted me to spend an entire night the next time I come and I agreed to that as I said I’d make arrangements the next time.
I dressed up and then Ghumar came in my room and said:
“Dekh mujhse chalaki karne ki koshish mat kariyo. Teri choot ke liye mainey bahut paise diye hai aur mein woh vasool karoonga.”
He then took out his phone and showed me a video of me being fucked by one of the guys. My jaw dropped again and I had tears coming down from my eyes.
I said:
“Yeh please delete kar do. Mere ghar waaley mujhe maar dalenge agar yeh dekh liya toh.”
He said:
“Yeh koi nahi dekhega jab tak tu yaha pe aati rahegi chup chap. Jis din tuney natak kiya uss din yeh video tere baap ke pass bahut chayega aur har dukan par iski CD bhi pahuch jayegi.”
I agreed and said that would do excatly what he wants.
I walked down the stairs and was greeted by Ghumar’s assistant on a bike. I sat behind him and he dropped me to Palika Bazzar parking and said that he would wait for me to get my car out as he would follow me to my house. He also said that he would pick me up form Palika bazaar day after at 4PM. I agreed to all that and went back home and slept like a log.
The day after:
I had cooked up a story at home that I would be staying at my friends place and so wouldn’t come back at night and had asked one of my girl friends to help me out to confirm the story with my parents so this wasn’t much of a problem. I thought it would be wise to leave a little early with my girl friend from my house so that my parents don’t think I’ll be up to something hanky panky by leaving later in the evening. So I went to lunch with my girl friend and then had decided would go to Palika Bazzar to park my car in the basement and wait for Ghumar Singh’s assistant.
My girl friend had to leave early as her boy friend called her so I was alone and free and decided to park my car early in Palika Bazzar and roam around the market for a bit while waiting for Ghumar’s assistant. I reached there by 12PM and started to roam around the market. After some window shopping I got bored and decided to go back to the car and listen to some music while waiting for the assistant. When I took the stairs to the basement I found the same shop keeper standing there smoking. He looked at me and smiled and said:
“Arey madam aap. Kya haal hai aapka. Mazza aaya Ghumar ke saath? Koi pareshani toh nahi hui?”
I was so embarrassed to find him there and even more embarrassed to hear such things from him in a public place. I was just thankful that he was alone there and no one heard anything.
I replied:
“Haan acha tha aur koi pareshani nahi hui.”
I crossed him and kept walking but then he started to follow me and kept on talking to me.
“Aaj phir CD lene aayi hai aap yaha kya? Mujhe laga Ghumar ne aapka CD ka shauk poora kar diya hoga. Phir le chalu Ghumar ke pass bolo toh?”
I didn’t want to give him much information so to just politely ignore him I said:
“Nahi nahi aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas kuch kaam tha toh aayi thi yaha pe.”
But he seemed quite adamant to talk more with me and kept on following me and talking with me.
“Arey madam aap itni naraaz kyu hai. Zaara bataiye toh sahi, kaisa raha? Aapki choot ko mazza aaya ya nahi?”
I just didn’t want to answer him any more so kept on walking without answering him. He again said:
“Acha madam yeh to bataiye phir kab ja rahi hai Ghumar ke pass?”
I again didn’t reply to him and kept on walking. Then I guess he understood I wasn’t interested and then stopped to follow me and took out his phone to talk on it. I kept walking and went to my car and sat inside and locked the doors.
After a few mins someone knocked on the window and it was the shop keeper again. I rolled down the window and asked him:
“Aap kyu mujhe pareshaan kar rahey hai?”
He replied:
“Arey madam hum aapko kaha pareshaan kar rahey hai. Hum to bus aapse baat karna chahtey hai.?
I said:
“Kya baat karna chahtey hai.”
He said:
“Madam aapne bataya nahi aap aaj bhi Ghumar ke paas jaa rahi hai?”
I started to blush and didn’t know what to say so remained quite with my mouth open.
He again said:
“Sharmaney ki kya baat hai madam. Meri abhi Ghumar se baat hui aur usne mujhe bataya ki aap aaj aa rahi hai uske paas. Meine to aapko uss din bhi kaha tha yeh to har insaan ki zarroorat hoti hai isme sharmaney ki kya baat hai.”
He had a very unusual and irritating smirk on his face and I was getting tired of him now. So I said:
“Aap kyu mujhe pareshaan kar rahe hai. Aap kya chahtey hai?”
He said:
“Madam mein bhi toh insaan hu na. Bas aapki choot marna chahta hu thodi der aur kya.”
I said:
“Kya bakwaas kar rahey hai aap. Please chale jayiye.”
He said:
“Arey aab kyu itna sharma rahi hai aap. Ghumar ke pass to mein hi leke gaya tha aapko. Ek mauka mere lund ko bhi to milna chahiye na madam.”
I said:
“Dekhiye aap ab bahut batameezi kar rahey hai, please jayiye varna mein security officer ko bulla loongi.”
He said:
“Bulla leejiye madam. Report likhwa leejiye madam, phir aapke family waaley bhi aayenge security officer station aur mein unka saab bata doonga.”
I got a little nervous and said:
“Nahi nahi acha nahi bulaaongi security officer ko par aap please chale jayiye.”
He said:
“Dekhiye madam, mein aapse sharafat se pooch raha hu, varna dekh leejiye mujhe zyada time nahi lagega aapka address pata laganey ka aur aapke papa ko sach bataney mein. Ab aap faisala kijiye.”
I said:
“Nahi nahi please aap aisa kuch mat karna.”
I decided I had no option and I had to agree to what ever he was saying.
I said:
“Acha theek hai aapko jo karna hai karlo.”
He then immediately slid his hand inside the car and without any fear he put it inside my shirt and my bra and started to rub my boobs and said:
“yeh hui na samajhdari ki baat. Chal peechey ke darwaza khol and peechey aaja.”
I said:
“Yaha parking mein? Pagal ho kya?”
He said:
“Arey hum lower basement mein hai yaha koi nahi aata. Fikar mat kar. Chal peeche aaja fatafat.”
The parking here is really very big and has a lot of levels. I had parked my car at the lowest level as it was the best place to park for long term parking as I would be picking it up the next day only. Also, the parking is very dark with hardly any lightening so I agreed to what he had said, besides I had no option really.
I got out of the car and he removed his hand from my shirt and entered the back seat of the car and he entered behind me. My car windows were also tinted dark so that also helped. He entered and closed the door behind me. I was looking outside the car in all directions to see whether anyone’s there or not when the shop keeper said:
“Arey koi nahi ayega madam, chal apni shirt uttaar.”
He then started to take my shirt off and then took off my bra with ease and started to suck on my boobs. He pushed me against the car door with all his weight and just started to eat my boobs like a starving pig. He used his teeth to bite my pink nipples which made me shout and him smile. He switched from one boob to the other time after time and in the middle he put his tongue on my mouth and kissed me with all his power and made me taste the pathetic cheap pan masala he used to chew.
He then took my skirt off and also my panties. He stared at me with wide eyes and I could see the lust in his eyes. He pushed me back on the door and opened my legs. My legs were up in the air and my feet were touching my car’s roof. He bent down and started to eat my pussy with all his might. I started to enjoy that and then my moaning started. Hearing me moan he put one finger inside my wet pussy and started to finger me. My moaning got louder and then he said:
“Tu saali bahut baadi randi hai.”
After some more fingering he stopped and took off his pants and sat on the seat with his dick upright. It was a very hairy dick as usual and the one eyed monster was staring at me. Without him saying anything I grabbed the dick and put it in my mouth as I was really hungry for it. I sucked it so hard that the shop keeper started to moan now and held my head and pushed it further down on his dick.
After a while he got real excited and hard and pulled me with my hair and made me lie down on the seat on my side. He got behind me and slid his dick in my pussy from the back. He started to fuck me real hard and I could feel the car rocking. I just imagined what someone might think if he saw the car from the outside. I had never had car sex before and the thought of me being fucked in the center of Delhi in a car by a stranger made me really horny and wet, so I started to respond to his fucking even more.
He then got on top of me and fucked me more and more and more. After a while he was ready to cum and sprayed the cum all over my body and just fell on me then. We didn’t move for a while as we both were exhausted. He then moved and took a seat next to me and asked me to clean his dick by licking it. I obeyed him and started to lick his dick. He then said:
“By God kya choot hai teri yaar. Mazza aa gaya. Dil karta hai poora din tujhe thokta rahoo.”
I looked at him with his dick in my mouth and gave him a smile. I was feeling very comfortable by then and was very horny. But I hadn’t orgasmed till then and hence said:
“Phir tujhe rok kaun raha hai. Aur thokle.”
He smiled at me and got hard again. He made me sit on top of him, slid his dick inside my wet pussy and started to fuck me again. I was really horny by then and I was jumping on him like crazy. He took my boobs in his mouth and was eating them like crazy. I was holding him by his hair and pushing his face more and more in my breasts and wanted him to take more of my boobs in his mouth. Just then the car door was opened. I Gasped!
It was the floor security guard. He looked at us and started to scream:
“Kya chal raha hai yaha pe. Chalo bahar niklo.”
He took a hold of my hand and started to pull me out while I was trying to push myself on the other side of the car to hide myself and take cover. Just then the shop keeper said:
“Abey kya kar raha hai be. Ruk!”
The guard was a little confused to hear the shop keeper screaming at him and stopped. I used this opportunity and went to the other side of the car and took my clothes and covered myself with it immediately. The guard said:
“Kya matlab kya kar raha hu. Tum kya kar rahey ho yaha pe ha? Chalo bahar niklo dono ko theek karta hu.”
The shop keeper said:
“Abey memsahib ko thok raha hu aur kya. Bechari to badi talab thi lund ki to meine aapna lund daal diya uski geeli choot mein. Tu ja yaha se.”
The guard said:
“Tum dono bahar niklo, mein abhi security officer ko bulata hu.”
The shop keeper stepped outside the car while he was completely naked and started to stop the guard. I started to wear my clothes then but they were in such a mess that it was difficult to find them. I was just able to wear my panties when the shop keeper opened the door and said:
“Saab theek hai madam chinta mat karo. Guard bhaisahab ko meine samjha diya hai.”
Just then the other door of the car where I was sitting opened and the guard stood there smiling at me. He pushed me inside and entered the car and closed the door behind him and started to stare at me. My clothes were kept on that side of the car and the guard had sat on those. Realizing that he had sat on my clothes he took them out from underneath him and threw them in the front seat. I was very confused and just then the shop keeper said:
“Ghabrao mat madam, guard bhaisahab ki biwi apne maikey gayi hui hai toh aaj aap unki biwi ban jao.”
Before I could reply to that or do anything the guard took hold of me and started to lick my boobs and squeeze them with his hands. The shop keeper entered the car too and closed the door behind him. So there I was sitting in the back seat of my car in the middle with the shop keeper who had fucked me once on one side and the security guard who was going to fuck me on the other side. I decided not to say anything as it would have been in vain and to just go with the flow, besides I was very horny anyway.
The security guard took off his clothes in a hurry and then got on top of me to fuck me. He had a small dick so I took it in quite comfortably in my pussy. The shop keeper took my boobs in his mouth and licked them while stroking his dick.
The guard to the shop keeper said:
“Yar saali high society ki choot ka mazza hi alag hai. Humari auratey toh saali ek dum bakwaas aisi choot ke saamney. Yeh high society auraton ke mard bahut kismat waley hai.”
He laughed and replied:
“Yeh saari high society ki auratey randiya hoti hai, inko humara sakhat aur kaala lund hi acha lagta hai, inkey mardo ka nahi. Kyu madam?”
I just gave him a smile and didn’t reply back and kept on enjoying the guards dick in my pussy.
The shop keeper then told the guard:
“Bhaisahab hum bhi thodi batting kar le?”
He then got off me and guided me to sit on top of his dick and I started to move up and down on his dick. The guard took a seat and started to stroke his dick with one hand and squeeze my boobs with the other hand.
After a while I was passed on to the security guard in the same position. So there I was, being passed like a whore from one dick to another in the back seat of my car. Soon, they both cummed over my body and I was lying there naked on the laps of both these men.
It was 2PM now.
The guard said:
“Gadi mein kya mazza aayega, mere cabin mein chaltey hai. Aaram se thoktey hain isko. Tu gadi reverse karke thoda peechey lele, mera cabin uthar hi hain, wahan koi nahi aayega.”
The shop keeper agreed and didn’t bother asking me anything. He got out of the car naked and sat in the front seat and parked the car in front of the cabin. The guard also got out of the car naked and took me by my hand and dragged me out of the car naked to the cabin. I opened the door and ran inside.
It was a small room with a small cot kept in it with a table fan and one bulb. They both entered behind me and closed the door behind me. I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes to relax for a bit. The guard then opened my legs and started to lick my pussy and the shop keeper started to fuck my mouth. They both fucked me there like animals one after another without giving me a break till 4PM. I had never been with two men at the same time ever and I had enjoyed myself like crazy.
I told them that I had to go now and asked them to stop and let me go now. They both were reluctant but ultimately agreed. We sneaked back to my car where I dressed quickly and came out to say bye to them. They both hugged me and kissed me passionately and said:
“Phir kab milegi?”
I said:
“Bahut jaldi”
And gave them a kiss back.
The shop keeper took out his phone and took my phone number and gave me his and I promised to call him back and see him soon.
I left my car at the same spot and ran to the entrance of the market where I was supposed to meet Ghumar’s assistant. He was there on time and waiting for me on his bike. I sat behind him and we took off.
After about an hour we reached to Ghumar’s brothel and I went up to the first floor. Ghumar was standing at the entrance and came towards me when he saw me.
“Ja apne kamrey mein ja aur tayaar hoja, mein 2 minute mein aa raha hu tab tak tayaar honi chahiye.”
I obeyed and went to the same room or should I say now – “MY ROOM”
I went in and closed the curtain behind me and stripped quickly. I sat next to the tap and washed myself to clean the cum of the shop keeper and guard, sat on the urinal and peed a little and quickly lied down on the bed.
After a while Ghumar came in and fucked me for the next 20 mins and he was remarkable this time. I loved his long and thick black dick inside me. He made me cum twice in those 20 mins. He really was the best fuck ever and this time made me swallow all his cum. This was the first time I had done that and it felt very weird. Ghumar said:
“Yeh amrit hai. Ek bhi boond waste nahi jaani chahiye samjhi?”
I nodded in agreement.
For the next 2 hours he sent in different men who fucked me like a bitch and then I was given a break and went to the kitchen to make some tea and relax. I was also starving after so much sex and ate some biscuits in the kitchen. It was 8PM now. Ghumar came to the kitchen and said:
“Aaj raat bahut lambi jayegi. Ache se pet bhar liyo kyu beech mein time nahi milega phir.”
I again nodded in agreement and ate some more biscuits and some dal chawal which was kept there for all the girls.
After sometime I was told to get back to my room. I was fucked then till 5AM in the morning by numerous people in my pussy and in my mouth. There were times when I was fucked by two guys together with one dick in my mouth and the other fucking my pussy. Most of the people threw the condoms after cumming but there were a few who took out the used condom full of cum from there dicks and emptied it in my mouth. I was treated like a whore and I loved it. I had become so tired that I had lost consciousness by 3AM and I don’t even remember who and how people fucked me till 5AM.
My eyes opened around 12PM the following day. I was lying naked in my room and Ghumar’s assistant was lying naked next to me with his hands on me and his legs covering my legs. I was very thirsty by then so decided to go to the kitchen to get something cold from the fridge to drink. I couldn’t walk straight as my legs, knees and my pussy hurt like crazy. I used the support of the walls to reach the kitchen. The place was very quite and everybody seemed to be sleeping. After I got a drink and went back to my room the assistant was up and he was standing on the urinal and peeing. He looked at me and said:
“Bahut jaldi uth jaati hai tu. Neend nahi aayi kya?”
I said:
“Nahi mein toh so gayi thi bas pyaas se uth gayi jaldi.”
Saying this I quickly sat on the bed as it hurt me to even stand up. I covered my face with my hands and started moaning in pain. The assistant said:
“Kya hua choot dard kar rahi hai kya?”
I said:
“Bahut zyada. Aur gaand bhi bahut dard kar rahi hai.”
The assistant smiled and said:
“Woh to karegi hi, Ghumar ne apna poora lund teri gaand mein jo daala tha.”
I looked at him in shock and exclaimed:
“KYA?? KAB?”
He said:
“Tu hosh mein nahi thi tab. Ghumar aur mein tujhe subah thok rahey they. Woh teri gaand maar raha tha aur mein teri choot.”
I was so so so shocked hearing this. I couldn’t imagine how tired I must have been that I didn’t realize Ghumar’s dick enter my tiny tight ass. Just then the assistant finished peeing and came on the bed and started to kiss me all over.
I said:
“Abhi nahi please, bahut dard ho rahi hai.”
He didn’t reply back and just kept on kissing me and then started to fuck me. He first fucked my pussy and then he fucked my ass. I tried to stop him but no luck he was too strong for me. I was in real pain and I again slept then.
I woke up at 3PM and washed myself and got dressed. Ghumar came in and asked me to come next week on a particular day to which I agreed. The assistant then took me back to the parking on his bike.
Continued in Part 2
This story is a work of fiction unlike a few of my earlier submits.
This story is about a girl named Neena. She’s 5 feet and 9 inches with 34-24-34 figure with a very fair complexion and a very gorgeous girl overall. She was a typical high class girl from Delhi who had a millionaire family. She had a few sex encounters but all her previous boy friends were too ‘soft’ in bed for her. She always wanted to try fucking her servant or the driver but was too scared of doing so. She wanted the feeling of being treating like a whore by someone who has never tasted rich white flesh before. She had no idea how to go about this and this was making her desperate day by day. (I’ll be writing in first person here on as Neena)
To satisfy my urges I started watching more and more porn on the internet. But I wanted to watch more Indian porn which wasn’t so freely available online as was western porn. The websites which had indian porn wanted a credit card and since all my bills went to my fathers office I didn’t want something unusual to come up on my statement. So I decided to go to a market to buy such CDs. These markets were generally very shaddy and hence I was a little skeptical in my plan. One such market is Palika Bazaar in New Delhi. So I decided to go there to buy some CDs.
I always wore western clothes and since I’m a tall, slim and well figured girl I get a lot of looks everywhere I go. Of course these looks were supposed to get worse when I visited a shaddy black market like Palika Bazaar. As suspected the place was full of filthy people who were chewing the filthy pan masala and had red mouths. The walls were painted with their spits and every nook and cranny smelled like it had been used for peeing. Anyway, when I entered the market I got some very funny looks from every person around there as expected. I found a lot of shops selling pirated movies but I just couldn’t go to any shop and ask for a blue film as that would have been very embarrassing. So I decided to go to the first floor where there were fewer shops and even fewer customers. The moment I went up to the first floor every shop keeper tried to sell me their product by yelling what they had. But all I wanted was some movies. A few delhi lafangas even formed a small group and started to follow me around and kept eyeing me from head to toe. I didn’t mind that but it surely scared me a lot. I anyway concentrated on what I was there for and finally went to a very small shop which didn’t have any customer and just one man sitting there. The shop had very little or hardly any stock as compared to the other shops which really surprised me but the fact that it didn’t have much customers now made sense. A middle aged guy was sitting behind the counter and asked me how could he help me. He was chewing the same disgusting pan and spoke while he was chewing the crap. As I said he was a middle aged man, he had a moustache and the same old disgusting 80s hair cut with long permed hair at the back of the head. He was a tall and broad fellow but unlike other shop keepers he was a bit fitter and didn’t have a pot belly coming out of his shirt.
So he asked me: “Haanji kya chahiye madam?”
I replied: “Kuch movies ki CDs chahiye”
He asked me : “English ya hindi?”
I replied: “Hindi”
So now he started showing me bollywood hindi movies so after quickly scanning through a few of them I said:
“Mujhe bollywood movies nahi chahiye, koi aur CDs nahi hai kya?”
I almost froze when I said those words.
He said: “Madam south indian movies to hum rakhtey nahi, bhojpuri aur punjabi movies hain, woh dikhao?”
I replied: “Nahi woh bhi nahi”
So he said: “Phir aur to bas madam double X ya triple X hi aur hoti hai.”
I replied: “Haan woh dikha do please.”
The guy was a little surprised and with a little smirk he gave me a lusty look towards me and went under the counter to get a black bag with a bunch of XXX movies. He took out the hindi ones and put them in front of me.
I started looking at them slowly with my eyes on the movies as I didn’t have the guts to look up in his eyes. Whereas I was quite sure that he was still looking at me with his lustful eyes. So to break the awkward silence I said: “In mein se kaunsi kaunsi achi hai?”
He replied: “Madam saari hi achi hain, hum to dekhtey nahi. Hum to direct phudi hi martey hain, CD mein kya rakha hain.”
I was stunned to hear those words and I looked at him with my jaw dropped. The guy was looking at me and smiling. I was speechless and froze till my bone. So I just took out a couple of the CDs and asked them to pack them for me. While doing so he told me the bill and I started to open my purse and search for the amount. While I was doing so he said:
“Madam waise in CDs mein kuch nahi rakha, aapko asli cheez try karni chahiye. Aap bolo toh mein aapki help kar sakta hu aur aap kuch paise bhi kama lengi.”
I didn’t know what to say but I thought this was probably the opportunity I’ve been looking for. So I got a hold of myself and said:
“Woh kaise?”
He said:
“Madam mera ek dost hai uska yehi business hai. Customer woh leke aata hai aur aapko commision milti hai har customer par. Aapko mazaa aur paise dono milengey. Woh yeh business apne ghar se hi chalata hai, toh jagah bhi safe hai.”
Just the words coming out of his mouth made me wet and I was speechless with fright. I didn’t know what to do or so but of course I had to say ‘No’ as I didn’t even know this guy. I replied:
“Nahi nahi thank you, mein aisi nahi hu”
He said: “Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi CD dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat karna.”
I don’t know what happened to me but I decided to give it a try and said OK. But I told him that I couldn’t stay for long as I have to be back home soon. It was about 11 am in the morning at that time. Also, I inquired about the place and all as I didn’t want it to be anywhere near where I lived or near any of my relatives places. He named some village near an Industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which is very isolated from the residential areas so I was satisfied.
He asked me to leave my car here itself as it would take too long to reach there by car and he took out his motorcycle. It took us about 40 mins to reach there and the place was a sight. The place was a very very filthy area and was about 2 km on a muddy pathway from the main road. I never knew that such places existed in Delhi. All the building there were one to two storey and were just brick buildings with no paint or rendering on them. The road leading inside the village was wide enough for just one car to fit and hence all we found there were cycles, scooters and motorcycles. There were no asphalt roads and hence just a path made of stones and mud. Being an offshoot from a main road and being such a remote area it was full of so many people and so many small shops. I always wondered were all the cheap and menial labourers lived and now I knew. Everyone from the menial bricklayer to the jamadars and MCD karamcharis infested the colony and this was the place they called home. I was petrified to be here and had even lost track of my way back to the main road. Ultimately, we stopped in front of a very old and broken down building which had it’s brick skeleton on display just like the other building without any paint or plastering on them. All the buildings seemed like they were abandoned half way through there construction but I guess thats how these people lived.
After parking the bike the guy guided me to the entrance of the building and then we walked our way to the first floor of the building. There were no doors or windows anywhere in the building. Rooms which people wanted to block off where bolted shut with old timber ply’s and curtains were used instead of doors and windows everywhere. On the first floor we were greeted by a tall guy in a kurta payjama and a crew cut. He seemed veyr much like a haryana jaat and the moment he met the shop keeper and spoke, his accent confirmed that he really was one.
I was made to stand near the main entrance next to staircase of the first floor while those two guys went on one side to talk with each other. From where I was standing I couldn’t get a good look of the entire place but I just saw two rooms which again used curtains instead of doors. After about five minutes a girl in a towel came out from one of the rooms. Her hair were open and she came out while attempting to tie her hair. She was just wearing a towel around her. She was a typical house maid looking type of a girl with a slightly overweight figure. A few moments after that a guy came out of the same room while buttoning his shirt. When he went pass by the girl he took out five hundred rupee notes and gave it in the girls hands and started to walk towards me as I was standing next to the staircase exit. While approaching me he kept on looking at me from head to toe. When he came near me he stood still and looked at me from head to toe and started to touch me to on my waist and then work his way up to my breasts. I tried to stop him but it was no luck. So the haryanwi jat shouted at him and asked him to leave me alone. So he walked pass by me and went down. Now I saw the shop keeper getting handed a bunch of notes by the jaat and then they shook hands and started walking towards me.
The shopkeeper came to me and while pointing to the jaat said: “Madam yeh hai Ghumar Singh, yeh aapka khayal rakhengey ab. Aap inke saath jayiye”
Ghumar Singh took hold of my arm guided me inside the flat. There were rooms on both sides and just had curtains on the entrances. Ghumar Singh then in his thick jaat accent said:
“Aayo madam, ab aap ithar kaam karogi. Teri choot ka pehle mein test drive lunga phir tu kaam par lag jayiyo.”
This really scared me but excited me too. My wish of being treated like a whore was coming true. But the fact that I would be working here scared me as my understanding was that I would just try it once and if I didn’t like it I could turn it down. But looking at the place and with the kind of people around me I didn’t want to open my mouth in rebellion or even ask a simple question. I decided to see how things go and if things got too out of hand I’ll do something about it then.
Ghumar Singh took me to one of the many rooms there and closed the curtain behind him when he entered. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire room smelled like shit and pee. The entire room had a very dim feel to it. The bed looked very rickety and the bedspread which looked like it hadn’t ever been washed. Apart from that it had a blanket on it. The entire room reminded me of my servant’s room, but that was still neater than this. The room was just big enough for the bed and two more people to stand in it. It was like a train compartment or a small quarter on a ship. The room was sealed with very thing cardboard plys on both ends. It seemed like a bigger room was divided in smaller rooms using those plys. This made me realise why the urinal was so close to the bed, as maybe the toilet part of the bigger room was used to make this as a separate room. I guess it was obvious to have such small rooms when in the prostitution business, after all turnover is everything. The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had used every bit of real estate available to make money by making more rooms for the girls.
Ghumar Singh was about 6 feet and 3 inches tall, very broad and a muscular looking guy. He wasn’t ripped muscular instead just big and muscular. Had a slight pot belly like all indian men and had a very distinct smell to him which would make any female puke. He had very lustful eyes, which were always red I guess due to the pan masala that he kept on chewing, which also explained his red mouth and tongue. He wore a sky blue coloured kurta pyajama and has a very typical haryanwi jaat accent.
After entering the room, he said:
“Chal ab nangi hoja phata phat, aur apni taangey kholke bistar par let ja, hum bhi to dekhe gori chut kaise lagti hai”
He had a very distinct smirk on his face when he said that and spitted out some pan masala spit while saying this on the well next to the bed where he was supposed to fuck me.
This was it, I said to myself. The transition from what I was to a big slut. I closed my eyes for a second to give myself some strength and then decided to go ahead with it as I had come so far anyway. I was wearing a long length skirt with a halter top which was sticking to my boobs. I took out my top first which exposed the black laced bra which I was wearing and accenting my boobs perfectly. i have a very tiny waste so my 34 boobs look more like 38, plus they’re very very firm and amazing to lick I’ve been told. To add that, I have pink nipples and my clean shaven pussy too is pink unlike other brown pussy which indian girls have.
After I took off my top I started to take my skirt off, and I saw Ghumar Singh massaging his dick through his pyajama while I was doing that. I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I dropped my skirt, I was standing in front of him in just my lingerie. I then started to pick up my clothes so that I could keep them on the side neatly but just then Ghumar Singh interrupted and said:
“Arey Itna time lagayegi toh customer pareshaan ho jayega”
Then he kicked my dress to one side of the room with his feet and walked towards me. Very roughly he tore my bra and threw it on the edge of the bed and then he pushed me on the bed. I gasped when I fell on the bed and before I could get back in control he grabbed my panties and took them off and threw them again. There I was naked in front of a stranger waiting to get fucked.
He saw me lying there naked for a minute and then took off his kurta and then his pyajama. I was shocked to see him naked and asked myself as to what I was doing there naked. He was like a beast with hair all over his body and I guess never heard the word hygiene in his life. His dick was thicker than my arm and was atleast 9 inches long. It was standing erect and staring at me like a monster. It was extremely black in colour with a purple coloured head at the end. I was terrified to see it and I knew I couldn’t take that in my pussy. I have a camel toe pussy and it’s very young and fresh, I never had been fucked by a dick even half the size of his. So, I just got up in a frenzy and told him:
“Mein itna bada nahi le sakti, I’m sorry mein yeh nahi kar sakti”
I started to get up from the bed, but just then he pushed me back on the bed and said:
“Tere se koi puch raha hai kya ki tu yeh kar sakti hai ya nahi? Chup chap leti reh varna ek chamat maroonga sari akad nikal jayegi. Yeh tere baap ka ghar nahi hai jaha jo tu chahegi wohi hoga, yaha tu ek randi hai aur mein tera dalal, jo mein boloonga tu wohi karegi”
I got so scared listening to him that I had no option left. I just laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I had never been so terrified in my life.
Ghumar Singh then took hold of my legs and spread them wide open and then started to lick my pussy. He was eating my pussy like a dog eating meat rather than licking it. Although it felt good but all I could imagine was him tearing my pussy and I was very scared for that. After a little licking my pussy got wet and then he decided it was enough of that and he pushed me back in the middle of the bed and came on top of me. He started to suck my boobs and bit my pink nipples which made me shout a bit, but that only made him enjoy more. He then came up to my face and held my head by my hair and started to kiss me. He put his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the pan masala which he was chewing and so I started to gag and become sick. When he saw me doing that he pushed my hair back further by my hair and kissed me more and deeper and harder. I was already in tears. When he stopped kissing me, he saw me crying and started to laugh and said:
“Abhi se tere aasu nikal gaye, abhi to meiney tujhe chodhana bhi shuru nahi kiya. Koi baat nahi, le mera lund choos ab, tera rona band ho jayega.”
He then came up on the bed, sat over my face with his legs on either side of my face and his dick directly over my mouth. He held me by my hair and asked me to open my mouth and take it in. I hesitantly opened my mouth and started to lick his dick a little. Unsatisfied, he pushed his dick inside my mouth which made me sick and I started to gag. He didn’t seem to care and so didn’t take out his dick from my mouth. Slowly, I get a little used to it and started to lick it better. But I was unable to take even half of his dick in my mouth and this really scared me as my pussy was so much very smaller than my mouth.
Now, he got up and said:
“Aaj tujhe janaat ki saer karata hu apne lund ke saath.”
He then sat in front of my pussy and open my legs wide apart. He positioned his dick near my pussy and started to enter. It was an unbearable sight for me to see so I had closed my eyes. I was holding on to anything for some support and had my hands on the edge of the bed and was praying for it not to hurt. Just then there was a surge of pain and he was in my pussy. I shouted and screamed in pain. This just made him laugh and made me more horny. He said:
“Arey abhi to aadha bhi nahi gaya ander. Tu ek baar pura lele gi phir kabhi bahar nahi nikalna chahegi. Mere pao padegi chudney ke liye.”
He started laughing more after saying this and started to enter more in me. This made me scream more and I started to cry like a baby and started to push him away. Just then he took hold of my hands and pinned then behind my head and started to go in and out of my pussy slowly a few times. While he did that, it did hurt me but also started to feel nice and sensual. Hearing my cry and screaming, two of the working girls came in to our room and stood by the bed to watch us. One of them said:
“Abey Ghumar yeh memsahib ko kaha se pakad ke le aaya. Yeh to tere saap se mar jayegi.”
She started to squeeze my boobs while saying this.
To this Ghumar replied:
“Memsahib to randi hai ab. Aaj se mere saap ki puja karegi yeh.”
Everyone in the room was laughing at this and i was in tears.
Now Ghumar Singh started to fuck me faster and harder. He was all over my body, kissing my mouth, neck, boobs, arms, licking my face. I was wet in his saliva and my pussy juice was all over his ‘saap’. I was enjoying myself now but the pain was still there and I wished for it to just disappear.
He was fucking me so hard now that there was a slapping noise of his balls against my hips and I was so wet that I had cummed all over his dick. Soon he decided to cum too. Just before he was ready to shoot his cum, he took out his dick and sprayed it all over my upper body. He then gasped for some breath and then decided to get up.
I was exhausted and didnt have the energy to move a muscle. I was lying naked there with my legs still open and my pussy on display with my eyes closed and I was rolled in a mixture of my sweat and Ghumar’s sweat and sperm.
When he got up and wore his clothes again, he took a hold of my face with his hands, made me face him and said:
“Sirf mera lund teri choot mein jayege condom ke bina samjhi? Agar koi banda condom na pehne toh chil-la ke mujhe bulaliyo. Aur jaisa mazaa tune mujhe diya haina, har aadmi to diyo. Mujhe koi complain milli na toh doonga ek ultey haath ka, samjhi? Ab mein ek ek karkey tere saarey mard ko bhejta hu, apne aap ko paani se thoh ley aur tayaar hoja.”
There I was lying in a brothel with the sperm of my dalal on me and getting instructions to get fucked by my customers. The entire circumstances was so demeaning and somehow that kinda of excitement really excited me and made me wet again. I didn’t know what was wrong with me to be still ready for more fucking, but the thought of being fucked by people whose first name also was not known by me was very exciting. I got up with great difficulty and then sat on the urinal and washed myself with the water from the tap as much as I can. I sprayed some water on my face to get back to reality and to see if this was not a dream.
In the next 3 hours I was fucked by 5 more guys. They were all very filthy and probably the labours from a construction site nearby. They all fucked me like animals and feasted on me like a tiger eats his prey. I was never more alive in my life. I was exhausted but somehow I wasn’t completely satisfied. It felt like I belonged here and I was finally happy.
After the 5th person, Ghumar came in and asked me to join him outside for some food as it was time for my break. He passed me a bedspread and asked me to tie it around me. I followed him to another room, which was the kitchen and 4 other girls were there wearing just bedspreads like I was. One was making some tea and the other was making some food and the other two were just sitting next to them chatting and enjoying some tea. I guess these were my new friends now.
Ghumar asked me to sit down with those girls and said to the girls:
“Madam ka khayal rakhna, yeh aaj se hamarey saath kaam karegi.”
The girls passed me some tea and were very nice to me. They all were brown and black in color and looked like they were from far off villages from other states like bihar and orissa. One of them was from the eastern states like Sikkim or something as she looked like one. They all were intrigues as to why was I here and working to which I replied:
“Mujhe acha lagta hai yeh karna.”
All of them laughed and One of them replied:
“Memsahib toh bahut tharki hain. Yeh toh phir sahi jagah aayi hai. Yaha to usko din raat chodenge yaha ke saaley tharki kuttey.”
Then the other one said:
“Meri to choot sooj jaat hai yeh tharki kutto ka lund le le kar. Abhi to memsahib ne shuru hi kiya hai, aur iski toh choot phad hi denge yaha ke kuttey.”
Then she looked at me and inquired:
“Aaj kitne lund liye tuney?”
It was such a demeaning question and I couldn’t believe I was actually being asked that when I was lying there naked and sitting on a floor. But it excited me to live this kinda life and I replied:
“5 customer key aur sabse pehle Ghumar Singh.”
All of them again laughed and one of them said:
“Ohh! Kaisa laga Ghumar ka saap? Mazza aaya?”
I said:
“Haan lekin bahut dard hua. Bahut bada hai.”
She said:
“Arey abhi dard hua hai baad mein tu usse bheek maangegi chudne ke liye kyuki phir mazza hi usse aayega. Sabse zyada jab woh saap teri gaand mein ghusse ga.”
I was shocked and I replied back in disgust:
“Nahi nahi mein labhi apni gaand mein nahi ghussney doongi.”
They all smiled and said:
“Woh toh time hi batayega.”
I replied:
“Tum kitni baar karti ho ek din mein?”
They said:
“15 – 20 ek din mein aur kabhi kabhi usse bhi zyada.”
The girl from Sikkim was the only fair looking one there besides me and her name was Vimmi.
They said:
“Yaha par Vimmi sabse zyada leti hai, iska record hai 32 ek din me.”
I was shocked and asked how was that possible. To which Vimmi replied:
“Arey saaley kuttey uss din ek saath teen teen karke aaye they mujhe chodne. Mein uss din 20 ghantey tak chud rahi thi. Meri choot poori laal ho gayi thi aur mere saare jism par muth hi muth thi.”
I was looking at her with my eyes wide and my jaw dropped. I was so so so shocked. Just then Ghumar came in and said to me:
“Chal ab kaam par lagja chutti khattam.”
It was getting really late and I had to get back home as I also had to drive back to Palika bazaar and pick up my car and go home. It would have been impossible to reach home on time if I didn’t leave now. So I told Ghumar the same and said that I really had to go and he needs to understand else it would be a serious problem for myself and also him. He didn’t agree at first and asked me to stay for the night and then I can go in the morning but I explained to him how it was impossible. After some more explaining he agreed and said that one of his assistants will drop him but he wanted me to come back again. I agreed as I kind of liked it here and wanted to come back again. He wanted me to spend an entire night the next time I come and I agreed to that as I said I’d make arrangements the next time.
I dressed up and then Ghumar came in my room and said:
“Dekh mujhse chalaki karne ki koshish mat kariyo. Teri choot ke liye mainey bahut paise diye hai aur mein woh vasool karoonga.”
He then took out his phone and showed me a video of me being fucked by one of the guys. My jaw dropped again and I had tears coming down from my eyes.
I said:
“Yeh please delete kar do. Mere ghar waaley mujhe maar dalenge agar yeh dekh liya toh.”
He said:
“Yeh koi nahi dekhega jab tak tu yaha pe aati rahegi chup chap. Jis din tuney natak kiya uss din yeh video tere baap ke pass bahut chayega aur har dukan par iski CD bhi pahuch jayegi.”
I agreed and said that would do excatly what he wants.
I walked down the stairs and was greeted by Ghumar’s assistant on a bike. I sat behind him and he dropped me to Palika Bazzar parking and said that he would wait for me to get my car out as he would follow me to my house. He also said that he would pick me up form Palika bazaar day after at 4PM. I agreed to all that and went back home and slept like a log.
The day after:
I had cooked up a story at home that I would be staying at my friends place and so wouldn’t come back at night and had asked one of my girl friends to help me out to confirm the story with my parents so this wasn’t much of a problem. I thought it would be wise to leave a little early with my girl friend from my house so that my parents don’t think I’ll be up to something hanky panky by leaving later in the evening. So I went to lunch with my girl friend and then had decided would go to Palika Bazzar to park my car in the basement and wait for Ghumar Singh’s assistant.
My girl friend had to leave early as her boy friend called her so I was alone and free and decided to park my car early in Palika Bazzar and roam around the market for a bit while waiting for Ghumar’s assistant. I reached there by 12PM and started to roam around the market. After some window shopping I got bored and decided to go back to the car and listen to some music while waiting for the assistant. When I took the stairs to the basement I found the same shop keeper standing there smoking. He looked at me and smiled and said:
“Arey madam aap. Kya haal hai aapka. Mazza aaya Ghumar ke saath? Koi pareshani toh nahi hui?”
I was so embarrassed to find him there and even more embarrassed to hear such things from him in a public place. I was just thankful that he was alone there and no one heard anything.
I replied:
“Haan acha tha aur koi pareshani nahi hui.”
I crossed him and kept walking but then he started to follow me and kept on talking to me.
“Aaj phir CD lene aayi hai aap yaha kya? Mujhe laga Ghumar ne aapka CD ka shauk poora kar diya hoga. Phir le chalu Ghumar ke pass bolo toh?”
I didn’t want to give him much information so to just politely ignore him I said:
“Nahi nahi aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas kuch kaam tha toh aayi thi yaha pe.”
But he seemed quite adamant to talk more with me and kept on following me and talking with me.
“Arey madam aap itni naraaz kyu hai. Zaara bataiye toh sahi, kaisa raha? Aapki choot ko mazza aaya ya nahi?”
I just didn’t want to answer him any more so kept on walking without answering him. He again said:
“Acha madam yeh to bataiye phir kab ja rahi hai Ghumar ke pass?”
I again didn’t reply to him and kept on walking. Then I guess he understood I wasn’t interested and then stopped to follow me and took out his phone to talk on it. I kept walking and went to my car and sat inside and locked the doors.
After a few mins someone knocked on the window and it was the shop keeper again. I rolled down the window and asked him:
“Aap kyu mujhe pareshaan kar rahey hai?”
He replied:
“Arey madam hum aapko kaha pareshaan kar rahey hai. Hum to bus aapse baat karna chahtey hai.?
I said:
“Kya baat karna chahtey hai.”
He said:
“Madam aapne bataya nahi aap aaj bhi Ghumar ke paas jaa rahi hai?”
I started to blush and didn’t know what to say so remained quite with my mouth open.
He again said:
“Sharmaney ki kya baat hai madam. Meri abhi Ghumar se baat hui aur usne mujhe bataya ki aap aaj aa rahi hai uske paas. Meine to aapko uss din bhi kaha tha yeh to har insaan ki zarroorat hoti hai isme sharmaney ki kya baat hai.”
He had a very unusual and irritating smirk on his face and I was getting tired of him now. So I said:
“Aap kyu mujhe pareshaan kar rahe hai. Aap kya chahtey hai?”
He said:
“Madam mein bhi toh insaan hu na. Bas aapki choot marna chahta hu thodi der aur kya.”
I said:
“Kya bakwaas kar rahey hai aap. Please chale jayiye.”
He said:
“Arey aab kyu itna sharma rahi hai aap. Ghumar ke pass to mein hi leke gaya tha aapko. Ek mauka mere lund ko bhi to milna chahiye na madam.”
I said:
“Dekhiye aap ab bahut batameezi kar rahey hai, please jayiye varna mein security officer ko bulla loongi.”
He said:
“Bulla leejiye madam. Report likhwa leejiye madam, phir aapke family waaley bhi aayenge security officer station aur mein unka saab bata doonga.”
I got a little nervous and said:
“Nahi nahi acha nahi bulaaongi security officer ko par aap please chale jayiye.”
He said:
“Dekhiye madam, mein aapse sharafat se pooch raha hu, varna dekh leejiye mujhe zyada time nahi lagega aapka address pata laganey ka aur aapke papa ko sach bataney mein. Ab aap faisala kijiye.”
I said:
“Nahi nahi please aap aisa kuch mat karna.”
I decided I had no option and I had to agree to what ever he was saying.
I said:
“Acha theek hai aapko jo karna hai karlo.”
He then immediately slid his hand inside the car and without any fear he put it inside my shirt and my bra and started to rub my boobs and said:
“yeh hui na samajhdari ki baat. Chal peechey ke darwaza khol and peechey aaja.”
I said:
“Yaha parking mein? Pagal ho kya?”
He said:
“Arey hum lower basement mein hai yaha koi nahi aata. Fikar mat kar. Chal peeche aaja fatafat.”
The parking here is really very big and has a lot of levels. I had parked my car at the lowest level as it was the best place to park for long term parking as I would be picking it up the next day only. Also, the parking is very dark with hardly any lightening so I agreed to what he had said, besides I had no option really.
I got out of the car and he removed his hand from my shirt and entered the back seat of the car and he entered behind me. My car windows were also tinted dark so that also helped. He entered and closed the door behind me. I was looking outside the car in all directions to see whether anyone’s there or not when the shop keeper said:
“Arey koi nahi ayega madam, chal apni shirt uttaar.”
He then started to take my shirt off and then took off my bra with ease and started to suck on my boobs. He pushed me against the car door with all his weight and just started to eat my boobs like a starving pig. He used his teeth to bite my pink nipples which made me shout and him smile. He switched from one boob to the other time after time and in the middle he put his tongue on my mouth and kissed me with all his power and made me taste the pathetic cheap pan masala he used to chew.
He then took my skirt off and also my panties. He stared at me with wide eyes and I could see the lust in his eyes. He pushed me back on the door and opened my legs. My legs were up in the air and my feet were touching my car’s roof. He bent down and started to eat my pussy with all his might. I started to enjoy that and then my moaning started. Hearing me moan he put one finger inside my wet pussy and started to finger me. My moaning got louder and then he said:
“Tu saali bahut baadi randi hai.”
After some more fingering he stopped and took off his pants and sat on the seat with his dick upright. It was a very hairy dick as usual and the one eyed monster was staring at me. Without him saying anything I grabbed the dick and put it in my mouth as I was really hungry for it. I sucked it so hard that the shop keeper started to moan now and held my head and pushed it further down on his dick.
After a while he got real excited and hard and pulled me with my hair and made me lie down on the seat on my side. He got behind me and slid his dick in my pussy from the back. He started to fuck me real hard and I could feel the car rocking. I just imagined what someone might think if he saw the car from the outside. I had never had car sex before and the thought of me being fucked in the center of Delhi in a car by a stranger made me really horny and wet, so I started to respond to his fucking even more.
He then got on top of me and fucked me more and more and more. After a while he was ready to cum and sprayed the cum all over my body and just fell on me then. We didn’t move for a while as we both were exhausted. He then moved and took a seat next to me and asked me to clean his dick by licking it. I obeyed him and started to lick his dick. He then said:
“By God kya choot hai teri yaar. Mazza aa gaya. Dil karta hai poora din tujhe thokta rahoo.”
I looked at him with his dick in my mouth and gave him a smile. I was feeling very comfortable by then and was very horny. But I hadn’t orgasmed till then and hence said:
“Phir tujhe rok kaun raha hai. Aur thokle.”
He smiled at me and got hard again. He made me sit on top of him, slid his dick inside my wet pussy and started to fuck me again. I was really horny by then and I was jumping on him like crazy. He took my boobs in his mouth and was eating them like crazy. I was holding him by his hair and pushing his face more and more in my breasts and wanted him to take more of my boobs in his mouth. Just then the car door was opened. I Gasped!
It was the floor security guard. He looked at us and started to scream:
“Kya chal raha hai yaha pe. Chalo bahar niklo.”
He took a hold of my hand and started to pull me out while I was trying to push myself on the other side of the car to hide myself and take cover. Just then the shop keeper said:
“Abey kya kar raha hai be. Ruk!”
The guard was a little confused to hear the shop keeper screaming at him and stopped. I used this opportunity and went to the other side of the car and took my clothes and covered myself with it immediately. The guard said:
“Kya matlab kya kar raha hu. Tum kya kar rahey ho yaha pe ha? Chalo bahar niklo dono ko theek karta hu.”
The shop keeper said:
“Abey memsahib ko thok raha hu aur kya. Bechari to badi talab thi lund ki to meine aapna lund daal diya uski geeli choot mein. Tu ja yaha se.”
The guard said:
“Tum dono bahar niklo, mein abhi security officer ko bulata hu.”
The shop keeper stepped outside the car while he was completely naked and started to stop the guard. I started to wear my clothes then but they were in such a mess that it was difficult to find them. I was just able to wear my panties when the shop keeper opened the door and said:
“Saab theek hai madam chinta mat karo. Guard bhaisahab ko meine samjha diya hai.”
Just then the other door of the car where I was sitting opened and the guard stood there smiling at me. He pushed me inside and entered the car and closed the door behind him and started to stare at me. My clothes were kept on that side of the car and the guard had sat on those. Realizing that he had sat on my clothes he took them out from underneath him and threw them in the front seat. I was very confused and just then the shop keeper said:
“Ghabrao mat madam, guard bhaisahab ki biwi apne maikey gayi hui hai toh aaj aap unki biwi ban jao.”
Before I could reply to that or do anything the guard took hold of me and started to lick my boobs and squeeze them with his hands. The shop keeper entered the car too and closed the door behind him. So there I was sitting in the back seat of my car in the middle with the shop keeper who had fucked me once on one side and the security guard who was going to fuck me on the other side. I decided not to say anything as it would have been in vain and to just go with the flow, besides I was very horny anyway.
The security guard took off his clothes in a hurry and then got on top of me to fuck me. He had a small dick so I took it in quite comfortably in my pussy. The shop keeper took my boobs in his mouth and licked them while stroking his dick.
The guard to the shop keeper said:
“Yar saali high society ki choot ka mazza hi alag hai. Humari auratey toh saali ek dum bakwaas aisi choot ke saamney. Yeh high society auraton ke mard bahut kismat waley hai.”
He laughed and replied:
“Yeh saari high society ki auratey randiya hoti hai, inko humara sakhat aur kaala lund hi acha lagta hai, inkey mardo ka nahi. Kyu madam?”
I just gave him a smile and didn’t reply back and kept on enjoying the guards dick in my pussy.
The shop keeper then told the guard:
“Bhaisahab hum bhi thodi batting kar le?”
He then got off me and guided me to sit on top of his dick and I started to move up and down on his dick. The guard took a seat and started to stroke his dick with one hand and squeeze my boobs with the other hand.
After a while I was passed on to the security guard in the same position. So there I was, being passed like a whore from one dick to another in the back seat of my car. Soon, they both cummed over my body and I was lying there naked on the laps of both these men.
It was 2PM now.
The guard said:
“Gadi mein kya mazza aayega, mere cabin mein chaltey hai. Aaram se thoktey hain isko. Tu gadi reverse karke thoda peechey lele, mera cabin uthar hi hain, wahan koi nahi aayega.”
The shop keeper agreed and didn’t bother asking me anything. He got out of the car naked and sat in the front seat and parked the car in front of the cabin. The guard also got out of the car naked and took me by my hand and dragged me out of the car naked to the cabin. I opened the door and ran inside.
It was a small room with a small cot kept in it with a table fan and one bulb. They both entered behind me and closed the door behind me. I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes to relax for a bit. The guard then opened my legs and started to lick my pussy and the shop keeper started to fuck my mouth. They both fucked me there like animals one after another without giving me a break till 4PM. I had never been with two men at the same time ever and I had enjoyed myself like crazy.
I told them that I had to go now and asked them to stop and let me go now. They both were reluctant but ultimately agreed. We sneaked back to my car where I dressed quickly and came out to say bye to them. They both hugged me and kissed me passionately and said:
“Phir kab milegi?”
I said:
“Bahut jaldi”
And gave them a kiss back.
The shop keeper took out his phone and took my phone number and gave me his and I promised to call him back and see him soon.
I left my car at the same spot and ran to the entrance of the market where I was supposed to meet Ghumar’s assistant. He was there on time and waiting for me on his bike. I sat behind him and we took off.
After about an hour we reached to Ghumar’s brothel and I went up to the first floor. Ghumar was standing at the entrance and came towards me when he saw me.
“Ja apne kamrey mein ja aur tayaar hoja, mein 2 minute mein aa raha hu tab tak tayaar honi chahiye.”
I obeyed and went to the same room or should I say now – “MY ROOM”
I went in and closed the curtain behind me and stripped quickly. I sat next to the tap and washed myself to clean the cum of the shop keeper and guard, sat on the urinal and peed a little and quickly lied down on the bed.
After a while Ghumar came in and fucked me for the next 20 mins and he was remarkable this time. I loved his long and thick black dick inside me. He made me cum twice in those 20 mins. He really was the best fuck ever and this time made me swallow all his cum. This was the first time I had done that and it felt very weird. Ghumar said:
“Yeh amrit hai. Ek bhi boond waste nahi jaani chahiye samjhi?”
I nodded in agreement.
For the next 2 hours he sent in different men who fucked me like a bitch and then I was given a break and went to the kitchen to make some tea and relax. I was also starving after so much sex and ate some biscuits in the kitchen. It was 8PM now. Ghumar came to the kitchen and said:
“Aaj raat bahut lambi jayegi. Ache se pet bhar liyo kyu beech mein time nahi milega phir.”
I again nodded in agreement and ate some more biscuits and some dal chawal which was kept there for all the girls.
After sometime I was told to get back to my room. I was fucked then till 5AM in the morning by numerous people in my pussy and in my mouth. There were times when I was fucked by two guys together with one dick in my mouth and the other fucking my pussy. Most of the people threw the condoms after cumming but there were a few who took out the used condom full of cum from there dicks and emptied it in my mouth. I was treated like a whore and I loved it. I had become so tired that I had lost consciousness by 3AM and I don’t even remember who and how people fucked me till 5AM.
My eyes opened around 12PM the following day. I was lying naked in my room and Ghumar’s assistant was lying naked next to me with his hands on me and his legs covering my legs. I was very thirsty by then so decided to go to the kitchen to get something cold from the fridge to drink. I couldn’t walk straight as my legs, knees and my pussy hurt like crazy. I used the support of the walls to reach the kitchen. The place was very quite and everybody seemed to be sleeping. After I got a drink and went back to my room the assistant was up and he was standing on the urinal and peeing. He looked at me and said:
“Bahut jaldi uth jaati hai tu. Neend nahi aayi kya?”
I said:
“Nahi mein toh so gayi thi bas pyaas se uth gayi jaldi.”
Saying this I quickly sat on the bed as it hurt me to even stand up. I covered my face with my hands and started moaning in pain. The assistant said:
“Kya hua choot dard kar rahi hai kya?”
I said:
“Bahut zyada. Aur gaand bhi bahut dard kar rahi hai.”
The assistant smiled and said:
“Woh to karegi hi, Ghumar ne apna poora lund teri gaand mein jo daala tha.”
I looked at him in shock and exclaimed:
“KYA?? KAB?”
He said:
“Tu hosh mein nahi thi tab. Ghumar aur mein tujhe subah thok rahey they. Woh teri gaand maar raha tha aur mein teri choot.”
I was so so so shocked hearing this. I couldn’t imagine how tired I must have been that I didn’t realize Ghumar’s dick enter my tiny tight ass. Just then the assistant finished peeing and came on the bed and started to kiss me all over.
I said:
“Abhi nahi please, bahut dard ho rahi hai.”
He didn’t reply back and just kept on kissing me and then started to fuck me. He first fucked my pussy and then he fucked my ass. I tried to stop him but no luck he was too strong for me. I was in real pain and I again slept then.
I woke up at 3PM and washed myself and got dressed. Ghumar came in and asked me to come next week on a particular day to which I agreed. The assistant then took me back to the parking on his bike.
Continued in Part 2
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