After a small quarrel with desifakes website, now planning to make a comeback... Planning to publish short fantazy stories about various indian actress..
Please tell me your preference on which actress you need story and what scenario so that it will be easy for me to create stories.. Waiting for your feedback......
Keerthi, a 28 policewoman, was the pride of her Brahmin family. Raised with strict morals and conservative values, she had dedicated her life to upholding the law and bringing criminals to justice. Her tough demeanor and unwavering honesty had earned her the respect of her colleagues and the fear of the criminal underworld.
One fateful day, Keerthi arrested Vijay and his gang, the Victor Gang, for drug trafficking. In a public display of force, she brutally beat the criminals in front of a crowd before throwing them in jail. However, due to the influence of the ruling party, Vijay and his cronies were released just a few hours later.
Vijay, humiliated and enraged, vowed revenge against the woman who had dared to humiliate him. He and his gang, Kishore and Vishnu, began to plot their retribution. They knew that the key to destroying Keerthi was to break her spirit and corrupt her mind.
Days later, as Keerthi patrolled the streets alone, the Victor Gang ambushed her. They drugged her and kidnapped her to their secret hideout. There, they subjected Keerthi to a brutal mind control program, using a combination of hypnosis and drugs to break down her defense.
Under the influence of the drugs, Keerthi’s mind became malleable, and the gang’s suggestions began to take root. They implanted false memories, making her believe that she was a prostitute, not a police officer. They forced her to engage in degrading acts, stripping her of her dignity and self-respect. They created a dance floor in the room...Soon we ordered our drinks and she was drinking and smoking simultaneously because of which she was getting high and she hit the dance floor and started dancing and soon I saw a couple of guys dancing around her and I rushed to her and covered her to my surprise she was cooperating with all of them and this gave me a hard on. The guys dancing with were touching her here and there for which she was looking at me and winking soon one guy pulled her to him and started smooching her. The people around there were staring and looking at us over there then one guy called us out of the disc and asked us can we also enjoy for which we both agreed and were exited as it’s going to be a gang bang. For keerthy she forgot she was police.. She was now just a prostitute...Six guys arrived there and took off all her clothes off her body making her nude in no time and ordered to take their cloths off which she did including me we all guys were now nude with her then they got some drinks and made her drink and they ordered her to kneel down and give a blowjob to all of us for which she obeyed and started giving blowjob by then the guys started mauling her bare boobs and started being harsh with her and started pulling her by her hairs .
One guy went to her pussy and started licking it as it was already wet by this time I had set off on recording them she was now pleading them to fuck her. One more guy spread her legs and entered her for which she was shouting aaaaahh aaaaahhhh aaaaaiiii aaaaiiiiii and another guy entered asshole now I could see tears flowing her eyes and she was giving hand job for rest of us while giving blowjob for one.
They were using all sorts of words on her like bitch prostitute roadside bitch roadside prostitute now she was going on a high speed matching all their rhythms the guy who was fucking her pussy filled her pussy and came out they were slapping her all over the body biting her body now I went to her pussy and fucked her and the guy who was fucking her asshole came in her and came out and they took turns fucking her like this now I came in her pussy and rested and her asshole was also filled with their cum and dripping she licked all of them and then they pissed all over her body. The time was now 12 in the night and they were not done yet.
Then the guys who fucked her pussy now took chance to fuck her asshole they were really really harsh on her slapping her body pulling her hair her and the guys who fucked her ass in the previous round fucked her pussy now they all took her one on one and were merciless on her they made her lick their assholes and she was moaning aaahhh aaahh uuummm uuummm the entire lace was filled with sounds and she came many times and it was my chance to fuck her asshole and I went in her and she was hugging one guy and kissing him and I came in her asshole and the time was 2:30. She pissed there itself i could see blood coming out of her pussy and asshole she couldn’t even move out of the place. Then these guys made her sit on her knees and pissed on her and she drank all their piss.
As the days turned into weeks, Keerthi’s transformation was complete. She had become a brainless, shameless slut, eager to please her new masters. The gang sold her on the streets, pimping her out to hundreds of customers each month. Keerthi’s once-pristine body was now ravaged by the abuses of countless men, her face covered in cum and her holes stretched and raw.
The Victor Gang had successfully destroyed Keerthi, turning her into a pathetic, drug-addicted whore. They threw her out onto the streets, where she begged for money and sold her body for mere pennies. Her family, disgusted by her fall from grace, disowned her, leaving her completely alone.
Keerthi’s life had become a living nightmare, a never-ending cycle of abuse and degradation. She had no idea who the father of her unborn child was, as she had been passed around so many times. Her beauty had faded, replaced by the bloated, haggard face of a true gutter slut.
The Victor Gang had achieved their revenge, and Keerthi was nothing more than a broken, mindless toy for them to use as they pleased. Her once-strong spirit had been shattered, and her body had become a temple to depravity. She was a cautionary tale, a reminder of the fate that awaited those who dared to defy the criminal underworld.
As Keerthi lay on the filthy streets, her body aching and her mind blank, she couldn’t help but think back to the proud, honest woman she had once been. She had fought so hard to uphold justice, only to be brought low by the very criminals she had sworn to destroy. Now, she was nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game, a puppet dancing to their every sick whim.
Keerthi’s story was a reminder that even the strongest among us could fall prey to the dark forces of corruption and depravity. It was a testament to the power of the mind, and the lengths that some would go to in order to break a person’s spirit. But most of all, it was a warning to all those who dared to stand against the tide of evil, for even the mightiest could be brought low by the will of the wicked
I’ve always had a thing for big, beautiful women. The curvier, the better. But what really gets my motor running is a fat ass and a massive belly. I’m talking about the kind of girls who can barely fit through doorways, who jiggle and wobble with every step. The kind of girls who make men drool and women stare in envy.
That’s why I was so excited when I met Nayan my college professor.
She was a vision of plump perfection, with curves that went on for days. Her ass was massive, spilling out of her too-tight jeans, and her belly was starting to show signs of growth. I knew right away that she was the one for me.
“Hey there,” I said, sauntering up to her in the communal kitchen. “I’m Danny. I don’t think we’ve met before.”
Nayan looked up from her plate of pasta, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my tall, muscular frame. “Hey,” she said, her voice soft and breathy. “I’m Nayan. Nice to meet you.”
I flashed her my most charming smile. “So, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” I asked, leaning against the counter.
Nayan shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Just trying to survive, you know? This is my first job as professor.. Usually i worked in schools... College is tough.”
I nodded sympathetically. “I bet. But you seem like you’re doing just fine to me. In fact, I’d say you will be fine not only as a professor but as a...??
Nayan blushed, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. “What do you mean?”
I stepped closer, my eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. “I mean, you’re fucking gorgeous. And I love every inch of you.”
Nayan’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating with desire. “How dare you?”
“Oh yeah,” I growled, reaching out to trace a finger along her ample hip. “I love your curves, your ass, your belly. I want to see you get even bigger, Nayan. I want to help you grow.”
Nayan bit her lip, her eyes darkening with lust. “I’ve never had anyone say that to me before,” she whispered. “Most guys just want skinny girls.” Nayanthara was a divorcee at her age of 39.. She thought lost her beauty with age but when a guy of young age said so she was very much delighted...
I shook my head, my hand sliding around to cup her ass. “Not me. I want a woman who’s proud of her body, who knows how good she looks. And I want to be the one to make her even more irresistible.”
Nayan moaned softly, pressing her body against mine. “I want that too,” she breathed. “I want you to make me fat, Danny. I want to be so big and heavy that I can barely move.” When she said this she had some images of how she want to be in future...
( Author POV : According to me if any girl remains slim even after marriage and even take care of her looks, it means that she has not met a real man in her life till date... She didnt get a real meat... Because once a woman got a real meat then she will never think about her beauty... She will be ok to loose her beauty and become a fat pig... )
My cock throbbed at her words, straining against the confines of my jeans. “Fuck, Nayan,” I groaned. “You have no idea how much I want that. How much I want to feed you until you’re stuffed, until you’re so full of food that you can’t do anything but lie there and let me worship your body.”
Nayan’s hands fisted in my shirt, her eyes wild with desire. “Take me to your room,” she demanded. “I want you to start feeding me right now.” She forgot she was asking this to a person from her college who can be her student in the future
I didn’t need to be told twice. I took my bike, made her sit on it and took her to my home.. My home was 3 km from college.. At once i reached home, I kicked the door shut behind us and set her down on the bed. I kissed her passionately and my hands immediately going to her clothes.
“Let’s get these off of you,” I growled, tugging at her shirt. “I want to see all of you.”Nayan helped me undress her, her movements clumsy with lust. When she was finally naked, I took a step back to admire the view. Her tits were huge, spilling out of her bra, and her belly was round and soft. But it was her ass that really caught my eye. It was massive, easily the biggest I’d ever seen, and it jiggled enticingly as she shifted on the bed.
“Fuck, Nayan,” I breathed. “You’re perfect.”
Nayan smiled, spreading her legs invitingly. “Come here and show me how much you want me,” she purred.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I climbed onto the bed, settling myself between her thighs. I leaned down to kiss her, my tongue delving into her mouth as my hands roamed her body. I cupped her tits, kneading the soft flesh, before sliding down to her belly. I traced the curve of it, marveling at how soft and pliant it was.
“God, I love this,” I murmured. “I love how big it is, how much room there is for me to play with.”
Nayan moaned, arching into my touch. “More,” she begged. “I want more.”
I grinned, my hand sliding lower to cup her pussy. She was already wet, her folds slick with desire. I slipped a finger inside her, groaning at how tight she was.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled. “I can’t wait to stretch you out, to make you even looser with my cock.”
Nayan whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
I obliged, quickly shedding my clothes before positioning myself at her entrance. I pushed inside her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat enveloping me. Nayan cried out, her nails digging into my back as I filled her completely.
“Oh fuck, Danny,” she moaned. “You’re so big. I feel so full.”
I started to move, my hips snapping against hers as I drove into her over and over again. Nayan met my thrusts eagerly, her body bouncing beneath me as I pounded into her. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, along with our moans and cries of pleasure.
“Fuck, Nayan,” I groaned. “Your pussy feels so good. I could fuck you forever.”
Nayan wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in even deeper. “Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me harder, Danny. Make me yours.”
I did as she asked, my thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. Nayan’s tits bounced with every movement, her belly jiggling obscenely. I reached down to grab a handful of her ass, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I pounded into her.
“God, your ass is incredible,” I panted. “I love how big it is, how much of it there is to grab onto.”
Nayan moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “It’s all for you,” she gasped. “I’ll get it even bigger, just for you.”
Those words sent me over the edge. I slammed into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside her. Nayan cried out, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm. We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
As we lay there, catching our breath, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had found the perfect woman for me, a woman who loved her body as much as I did. And I was going to make sure she got even bigger, even more beautiful. I was going to feed her until she was the biggest, fat pig woman on campus. And then I was going to fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight.
“Ready for round two?” I asked, already feeling my cock stirring to life again.
Nayan grinned, her eyes shining with excitement. “Let’s do it,” she said. “I’m ready for anything you can give me.” i started fucking her ass..
And so it began. Over the next few weeks, I made it my mission to feed Nayan as much as possible. I bought her all of her favorite foods – pizza, burgers, ice cream – and encouraged her to eat as much as she wanted. At first, she was hesitant, worried about gaining weight. But as her belly grew and her ass got bigger, she started to love it.
“Look at me,” she would say, turning this way and that in front of the mirror. “I’m getting so fat. It’s amazing.”
I would smile, my cock hardening at the sight of her. “You’re perfect,” I would tell her. “And I’m going to keep feeding you until you’re even more perfect.”
And I did. I bought her a new wardrobe of stretchy, revealing clothes that showed off every curve. I took her out to all-you-can-eat buffets and encouraged her to eat until she was stuffed. I even started giving her special “treat” days, where she could eat whatever she wanted without any limits. Even i use to cum on face and pose for photo..
As Nayan grew bigger and bigger, our sex life became even more intense. I loved watching her belly jiggle as I fucked her, loved feeling her massive ass against my hips as I pounded into her from behind. She loved it too, moaning and begging for more as I filled her over and over again.
One night, as we lay in bed after a particularly vigorous session, Nayan turned to me with a mischievous smile.
“You know,” she said, tracing a finger down my chest. “I think it’s time for me to start eating for two.”
I raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across my face. “Oh yeah? And what exactly does that mean?”
Nayan bit her lip, her eyes shining with excitement. “It means I want to get pregnant,” she said. “I want to have your baby, Danny. I want to get so big with it that I can barely move.”
My cock twitched at the thought, a rush of desire coursing through me. “Fuck, Nayan,” I groaned. “You have no idea how much I want that. How much I want to see you swollen with my child, your belly huge and round.”
Nayan nodded, her hand sliding down to cup my cock. “Then let’s do it,” she said. “Let’s make a baby together, Danny. Let’s create the most beautiful, perfect child imaginable.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I rolled on top of her, my cock already hard and ready. I kissed her deeply, my tongue tangling with hers as I positioned myself at her entrance.
“I love you, Nayan,” I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. “I love everything about you. And I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my child.”
Nayan smiled up at me, her eyes shining with love and desire. “I love you too, Danny,” she whispered. “Now fuck me. Make me pregnant.”
And so I did. I thrust into her, my cock burying itself deep inside her warm, wet folds. We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat and passion as we lost ourselves in each other. I came inside her, my seed filling her up, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before she would be swollen with my child.
As we lay there, panting and satisfied, Nayan turned to me with a smile. “I can’t wait to see how big I’ll get,” she said. “I bet I’ll be huge. And you’ll love every minute of it, won’t you?”
I grinned, pulling her close. “You know I will,” I said. “I’ll love every inch of you, no matter how big you get. You’re my perfect woman, Nayan. And I can’t wait to see you grow even more beautiful.”
And so our journey continued. Nayan’s belly grew rounder and rounder, her ass getting bigger and softer with each passing day. She was the happiest I had ever seen her, glowing with health and happiness as she ate for two. And I was right there with her, feeding her and fucking her and loving every minute of it.
When the baby finally came, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A perfect little girl with Nayan’s eyes and my smile. And as I held her in my arms, I knew that I had found my forever. Nayan and I were going to be a family, and I was going to spend the rest of my life making sure that she was the happiest, most loved woman in the world.
Because that’s what she deserved. A man who loved her for who she was, a man who wanted her to be the biggest, sexiest version of herself. And I was that man. I was Danny, the feeder, and I was going to make sure that Nayan was always satisfied, always full, and always mine.
Ramesh couldn’t believe what his wife, Aishwarya, had just agreed to on their wedding day. As they boarded the public bus, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The red silk saree hugged her curves in all the right places, and without a bra, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Ramesh felt a rush of excitement knowing that anyone could see her like this.
“Remember, you promised,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Aishwarya blushed, but nodded. “I know, but I’m not sure I can go through with it. What if someone recognize me?”
Ramesh smirked. “That’s half the fun, isn’t it? Now, be a good wife and sit down.”
Aishwarya hesitated for a moment before taking a seat near the back of the bus. Ramesh followed close behind, his eyes never leaving her body. As the bus filled up, more and more passengers noticed the beautiful bride in her revealing saree. Whispers and stares followed her, and Ramesh could see the desire in their eyes.
“Excuse me, miss,” a man in a suit said, leaning over Aishwarya. “Is this seat taken?”
Aishwarya shook her head, and the man sat down next to her. He was older, with a thick mustache and a potbelly that strained against his shirt. Ramesh watched as the man’s hand slowly crept up Aishwarya’s thigh, under the folds of her saree.
“Such soft skin,” the man purred, his fingers inching higher and higher.
Aishwarya gasped, her face turning red. “Sir, please don’t touch me like that.”
The man ignored her protests, his hand now cupping her bare pussy. “Don’t be shy, little bride. It’s your wedding day, after all. You should be used to being touched.”
Ramesh felt his cock hardening in his pants as he watched the scene unfold. He wanted to see more, to see his wife completely debased and used by strangers.
Another man, this one younger and more muscular, noticed what was happening and moved to sit on Aishwarya’s other side. “Mind if I join in?” he asked, his hand already reaching for her breast.
Aishwarya tried to squirm away, but she was trapped between the two men. “Please, stop,” she whimpered, but her protests were weak and unconvincing.
The younger man tore open her blouse, exposing her breasts to the entire bus. He leaned down and began to suck on her nipple, his hand groping her other breast roughly.
“Such a naughty little bride,” the older man chuckled, his fingers now plunging deep into Aishwarya’s pussy. “So wet and ready for us.”
Ramesh watched as his wife’s body betrayed her, her hips bucking against the older man’s hand. She was clearly enjoying the attention, despite her earlier protests.
The bus came to a stop, and a group of construction workers boarded. They noticed the scene unfolding and quickly gathered around, their eyes hungry with lust.
“Look at that slutty bride,” one of them said, his hand already unzipping his pants. “She’s just begging to be fucked.”
Aishwarya looked up at the circle of men surrounding her, fear and excitement warring in her eyes. She knew she should stop this, should tell them all to leave her alone, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wanted this, wanted to be used and degraded in front of everyone.
Ramesh watched as the construction workers took turns with his wife, fucking her in every hole. They passed her around like a toy, each one claiming her body for himself. Aishwarya moaned and screamed, her body shaking with pleasure as she was filled over and over again.
Finally, it was Ramesh’s turn. He stepped forward, his cock throbbing with need. He grabbed Aishwarya’s hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him.
“Did you enjoy that, wife?” he asked, his voice cold and cruel. “Did you like being passed around like a cheap whore?”
Aishwarya could only whimper in response, her body spent and used. Ramesh laughed and shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her face roughly.
“Such a good little slut,” he growled, his hips slamming against her. “I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum, and you’re going to swallow every drop like a good wife.”
Aishwarya gagged and choked as Ramesh fucked her throat, but she didn’t fight it. She wanted to please him, wanted to be his perfect little fuck toy.
Ramesh came with a groan, his hot seed spurting down Aishwarya’s throat. She swallowed it all, just like he had told her to.
As the bus came to a stop, the men all filed out, leaving Aishwarya sprawled on the seat, her body covered in cum and her saree in tatters. Ramesh looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Well, wife, I hope you enjoyed your wedding day,” he said, helping her to her feet. “Because next time, I’m going to make you do even worse things.”
Aishwarya could only nod, her body aching and her mind reeling from the experience. She knew that her life with Ramesh would be full of depraved pleasures and humiliating experiences, but she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her next
Aishwarya became a prostitute as she enjoyed being so. She left her husband Ramesh and started living in an apartment where she found Tamannaah.. She could always see sadness in Tamannaah's face.. Tamannaah's friend Raghav also had an eye on Tamannaah but tammu was very sad reserved and conservative...
One Day Tamannaah sat alone in her dimly lit living room, staring blankly at the wall. It had been four months since her husband’s passing, and life had lost all meaning. The once vibrant colors of her world had faded into a dull, gray monotony. She barely ate, barely slept, and barely existed from one day to the next.
The doorbell rang, startling Tamannaah from her trance. She hesitantly opened the door to find a woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. “Hi there, I’m Aishwarya. I live down the street, and I wanted to check on you. I heard about your husband. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Tamannaah nodded, unsure of what to say. Aishwarya’s vibrant energy was a stark contrast to her own lifeless state. “Thank you,” she managed to whisper.
Aishwarya smiled warmly. “I know it’s hard, but you can’t give up on life, Tamannaah. Your husband wouldn’t want that. Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? I’ll make something special.”
Tamannaah hesitated, but something about Aishwarya’s sincere kindness was irresistible. “Okay,” she agreed softly.
That evening, Tamannaah found herself at Aishwarya’s doorstep, feeling out of place in her conservative sari. Aishwarya greeted her with a hug, her touch electric. “Come in, come in! I’m so glad you’re here.”
The apartment was warm and inviting, filled with the aroma of exotic spices. Aishwarya led Tamannaah to the living room, where a man was lounging on the couch. “This is Raghav, my best friend,” Aishwarya introduced.
Raghav stood up and shook Tamannaah’s hand, his gaze intense. “Pleasure to meet you, Tamannaah.”
As the night wore on, Tamannaah found herself drawn into Aishwarya and Raghav’s world. They laughed, they enjoyed, they talked about life, love, and everything in between. For the first time in months, Tamannaah felt alive.
After dinner, Aishwarya suggested they play a game. “How about Truth or Dare?” she suggested with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Tamannaah hesitated, but Raghav encouraged her. “Come on, it’ll be fun! We’ll start slow.”
As the game progressed, the dares became more risqué. Aishwarya dared Tamannaah to kiss Raghav, and to her surprise, she found herself complying. The kiss was electric, igniting a fire within her that she thought had died long ago.
The game continued, with each dare pushing Tamannaah further out of her comfort zone. She found herself touching Aishwarya’s breasts, tasting her lips, and soon, the three of them were entangled in a passionate embrace on the living room floor.
Tamannaah had never experienced anything like it. The touch of Aishwarya’s soft skin, the hardness of Raghav’s body against hers, the taste of their lips, their tongues, their bodies… it was overwhelming, yet exhilarating.
As they made love, Tamannaah felt a part of herself awakening, a part she had long suppressed. She moaned, she writhed, she took and gave pleasure in ways she had never imagined.
In the aftermath, as they lay tangled in each other’s arms, Tamannaah felt a sense of peace wash over her. She realized that life was too short to live in the past. She wanted to feel, to experience, to live.
Over the next few weeks, Tamannaah’s transformation was remarkable. She started dressing differently, wearing clothes that accentuated her curves rather than hiding them. She started going out more, meeting new people, trying new things.
Aishwarya became her guide, her mentor, her friend. She taught Tamannaah about pleasure, about exploring her desires, about embracing her sexuality. They had many more intimate encounters, sometimes with Raghav, sometimes just the two of them.
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One day, Aishwarya suggested they bring Tamannaah’s younger sister, Sreeleela, into their world. Tamannaah was hesitant at first, but Aishwarya assured her it would be okay.
When Sreeleela arrived, Aishwarya worked her magic. She seduced the young woman, showing her the pleasures of the flesh. Tamannaah watched, feeling a strange mix of jealousy and arousal as Aishwarya touched her sister, kissed her, made her moan.
Soon, Aishwarya invited Tamannaah to join them. The three women explored each other’s bodies, tasting, touching, pleasing. It was a new experience for Tamannaah, but one she quickly grew to love.
As their relationship deepened, Tamannaah found herself falling for Aishwarya. The prostitute had become her savior, her lover, her everything. She knew it was wrong, that she should feel guilty, but she couldn’t help the way she felt.
One night, as they lay in bed after a particularly intense session, Aishwarya turned to Tamannaah. “I love you,” she whispered.
Tamannaah’s heart skipped a beat. “I love you too,” she replied, meaning every word.
Their relationship continued to grow, becoming more open, more honest. They talked about their pasts, their fears, their hopes. Tamannaah learned about Aishwarya’s life as a prostitute, the hardships she had faced, the strength she possessed though she enjoys it.. Once sreeleela asked aishwarya whether she can become prostitute like aishwarya.. Aishwarya got angry and slapped sreeleela... Sreeleela started crying..
Later aishwarya said, enjoying with one person is different from selling your body. So better keep your limits.. This showed purity of aishwarya...
Through it all, Raghav remained a constant presence, a trusted friend and lover. He and Tamannaah shared many intimate moments, their bond deepening with each encounter.
Months passed, and Tamannaah’s life had transformed completely. She had found joy, pleasure, and love in the most unexpected of places. She had learned to embrace her desires, to let go of her inhibitions, to live life to the fullest.
One evening, as they sat together in Aishwarya’s apartment, Tamannaah realized how far she had come. She looked at Aishwarya, at Raghav, at Sreeleela, and felt a sense of belonging, of family.
They had all been broken in their own ways, but they had found healing in each other’s arms. They had found love, pleasure, and a sense of purpose.
As they made love that night, Tamannaah knew that she would never go back to the lifeless existence she had once led. She had found her true self, her true desires, and she would never let them go.
In the years that followed, Tamannaah, Aishwarya, Raghav, and Sreeleela built a life together, a family of choice. They faced challenges, they faced judgment, but they faced them together, stronger than ever.
At times Sreeleela gets fucked by Raghav and tamannaah watches it and enjoys. Between them there was no inhibition at all.
And through it all, Tamannaah never forgot the woman who had saved her, who had shown her the true meaning of life and love. Aishwarya, the prostitute with a heart of gold, the woman who had transformed her from a shy, conservative widow into a confident, pleasure-seeking woman.
Their story was one of love, of desire, of the power of transformation. It was a story that would be told for generations to come, a testament to the beauty and complexity of human sexuality and the depths of the human heart
I was a naive college girl, straight out of a conservative family, untouched by the vices of the world. My life was a simple one, filled with books and dreams of a happy married life. Little did I know that fate had other plans for me.
It all started when I decided to spend my summer vacation at a luxurious hotel downtown. The place was a haven for the rich and famous, and I, being a simple girl, felt out of place. On my second night there, I decided to explore the hotel’s amenities, hoping to find some company.
As I walked through the lavish corridors, I stumbled upon a dimly lit lounge. The ambiance was seductive, with soft music playing in the background. I hesitated for a moment before entering, but curiosity got the better of me.
Inside, I saw a group of people engaged in a heated conversation. They were all dressed in expensive attire, and their laughter echoed through the room. I felt out of place, but I couldn’t resist the allure of their presence.
As I stood there, awkwardly trying to blend in, a tall, handsome man approached me. He had a charming smile and a glint in his eye that made my heart skip a beat.
“Hello there, beautiful,” he said, his voice smooth like velvet. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Martin.”
I introduced myself, and we started talking. Martin was a charismatic man, and I found myself drawn to him. He spoke of his adventures, his travels, and his encounters with women from all walks of life. I was captivated by his stories, and before I knew it, we were drinking and laughing together. Due to his compulsion i had drinks in my life for the first time.
As the night wore on, Martin’s advances became more blatant. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, his hand gently caressing my thigh. I was a virgin, and his touch sent waves of electricity through my body. I knew I should resist, but I was too far gone.
Martin led me to his room, and that’s when everything changed. He kissed me passionately, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I was nervous, but the alcohol and his touch made me forget my inhibitions.
He undressed me slowly, his eyes devouring my naked form. I blushed, but I didn’t resist. He laid me down on the bed and began to kiss my neck, my breasts, my stomach. I moaned, my body trembling with anticipation.
And then, he entered me. It was my first time, and it hurt, but the pleasure soon overtook the pain. He moved slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size.
I cried out in ecstasy, my nails digging into his back. He grunted, his breath hot on my neck. We moved together, our bodies intertwined, lost in a world of passion.
After that night, I became a regular at the hotel. Martin introduced me to his friends, Nayanthara and Kaushik. Nayanthara was a beautiful woman, with a sultry voice and a body that could drive any man wild. She took me under her wing, teaching me the ways of pleasure.
Under her guidance, I learned to embrace my sexuality. She taught me how to pleasure a man, how to use my body to drive them crazy with desire. She even showed me the joys of lesbian love, our bodies intertwined in a dance of passion.
Kaushik was a different story. He was a drug dealer, and he introduced me to the world of substances. I started being regular user of alcohol and cigarettes, but soon moved on to harder drugs. LSD became my favorite, its effects allowing me to explore new heights of pleasure.
With Martin, Nayanthara, and Kaushik, I became a different person. I was no longer the innocent college girl, but a woman who embraced her desires. I smoked, I drank, I took drugs, and I had sex with anyone who caught my eye. Also i get fucked in front of my mentor nayanthara to show her i am a best student
My family and friends noticed the change in me, but I didn’t care. I was too caught up in my new life to worry about what they thought. I was unfit for a married life, too wild and free to be tamed by any man.
One night, after a particularly intense session of drugs and sex, I decided to take things to the next level. I asked Martin and Kaushik to piss inside me, to mark me as their property. They obliged, their urine filling my pussy and ass.
I felt dirty, but in a good way. It was a reminder of how far I had come, of the transformation I had undergone. I was no longer the girl I used to be, and I didn’t want to go back.
As I lay there, covered in piss and cum, I knew that there was no going back. My old life was gone, erased by the pleasure and depravity of my new one. I had found my true calling, and I was never going to give it up.
From that day forward, I embraced my new identity. I became a slut, a woman who lived for pleasure and nothing else. I fucked men and women alike, my body a playground for their desires.
I forgot my past life, the dreams of a happy marriage and a normal existence. They were nothing but distant memories, faded and forgotten. I was a new woman, born from the ashes of my old self, and I was never going to look back.
The sun beat down mercilessly on the sandy beach, the heat shimmering in the distance. Priyanka, a 26 Year-old model, stood nervously in front of the camera, her hands fidgeting with the strings of her revealing bikini. This was supposed to be a bold, empowering photoshoot celebrating modern Indian women’s choices, but something felt off.
Robert , the renowned photographer, barked orders from behind his lens. “Priyanka, darling, loosen up! You’re too tense. This is about embracing your sexuality, your freedom.”
Priyanka took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. That’s when she noticed Ahmad, the Pakistani model, striding towards her. He was shirtless, his muscular chest glistening with sweat, wearing nothing but a tight pair of jockey shorts that left little to the imagination.
“Assalam-o-alaikum, beautiful,” Ahmad purred, his dark eyes roaming hungrily over her curves. “I’m Ahmad. Ready to make some magic happen?”
Priyanka forced a smile, her heart racing. There was something predatory in Ahmad’s gaze that made her uneasy. “Hi, nice to meet you,” she managed to say.
Robert clapped his hands, drawing their attention. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s get started. Ahmad, wrap your arms around Priyanka from behind. Priyanka, arch your back, push those hips out. Show us that sultry Hindu woman charm.”
As Ahmad’s strong arms encircled her, Priyanka felt a jolt of electricity course through her body. His chest pressed against her back, his hands resting dangerously low on her hips. The camera flashed, capturing their every move.
“Perfect,” Robert called out. “Now, Ahmad, whisper something dirty in her ear.Something about how Hindu women are just begging to be tamed by a real Muslim man.”
Ahmad’s breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in. “You know, Priyanka, in the old days, our Muslim warriors would take Hindu princesses as their prizes. They’d spread their legs and show them what a real Muslim cock could do.”
Priyanka’s cheeks flushed with a cocktail of shame and arousal. She tried to pull away, but Ahmad’s grip tightened. “Shh, just relax,” he murmured. “You Hindu girls love this, don’t you? Being dominated by superior Muslim men?”Robert laughed, snapping more photos. “That’s it, Ahmad! Keep going. Priyanka, look at him with those big, innocent eyes. Like you’re begging for it.”Tears pricked at the corners of Priyanka’s eyes, but she couldn’t deny the heat building between her legs. Ahmad’s words, though degrading, ignited something primal within her.
“Now, Ahmad, slip a finger under her bikini bottom,” Robert instructed. “Tease her a little. Priyanka, don’t you dare move.”
Ahmad’s hand slid down, his rough fingers brushing against her most sensitive spot. Priyanka gasped, her body betraying her as she arched into his touch.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Ahmad whispered. “You’re so wet already. Your Hindu pussy is aching for a Muslim cock, isn’t it?”
Robert snapped away, capturing every intimate moment. “Fuck, this is gold,” he muttered to himself.
As the shoot progressed, Ahmad grew bolder, his comments more explicit. He spoke of the superiority of Pakistani cocks over Indian ones, of how Hindu men were weak and couldn’t satisfy women like Priyanka. He fingered her roughly, making her moan despite her humiliation.
“Suck his cock, Priyanka,” Robert suddenly demanded. “Show us what a good Hindu slut you are.”Trembling, Priyanka sank to her knees in the sand. Ahmad’s erection strained against his jockey shorts, and she could see the outline of his thick, veiny shaft. With shaking hands, she pulled down his shorts, freeing his massive member.
“Look at that,” Ahmad taunted, fisting his hand in her hair. “Your little Hindu cunt is drooling for this Muslim dick.”
Priyanka whimpered as she took him into her mouth, his musky scent filling her nostrils. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, gagging as he hit the back of her throat.
“That’s it, you Hindu whore,” Ahmad groaned. “Take it all like a good slut. Show us how much you love Muslim cock.”
How will i be normal after this? Priyanka cried. What respect will you have after i give up...? Priyanka questioned...
Ahmad growled stating " Guys's cock is kept below is hip only for girl's to bend in front of him.. So the nature itself gives us an indication that guys are always superior to woman and your place is in between our legs.. So give up you indian cunt...
Robert circled them, capturing every degrading moment. “Fuck, this is better than I imagined,” he panted, his own erection straining against his pants.
After what felt like an eternity, Ahmad pulled Priyanka off his cock, his thick shaft slick with her saliva. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he growled. “I’m going to ruin your Hindu cunt with my Pakistani cock.” Biggest boon of our manhood is that once we vomit inside you with our cock is that, you girls will never able to say no to us. Also our muslim cock has a power. It will not only make a hindu woman pregnant, it will also make you girls feel you are inferior to us" ...Priyanka could only whimper as Ahmad pushed her onto her hands and knees in the sand. He yanked off her bikini bottoms and thrust into her without warning, stretching her tight channel with his massive size.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Ahmad grunted, pounding into her mercilessly. “But I bet all you Hindu sluts are. Desperate for a real man to fill you up.”Priyanka moaned, her body betraying her as she pushed back against his thrusts. The degrading words, the humiliation, the taboo of being taken by a Pakistani man – it all combined to send her hurtling towards a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Scream for me, Hindu randi,” Ahmad demanded, slapping her ass hard. “Let everyone know what a slut you are for Muslim cock.” Be weak. Give up you slut..
“Oh God, yes!” Priyanka cried out, her voice echoing across the beach. “Fuck me, Ahmad! Fuck your Hindu whore!”
Robert captured it all on camera, his own hand working furiously at his cock. “That’s it, you two,” he panted. “Fuck like the animals you are!”Ahmad slammed into her one final time, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his hot seed. Priyanka came undone, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
As they lay spent in the sand, Robert lowered his camera, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Fucking brilliant,” he said, tucking his camera away. “That was the best shoot I’ve ever done.”
Ahmad pulled out of Priyanka, his cum dripping down her thighs. “You were amazing, beautiful,” he said, helping her to her feet. “We should do this again sometime.”
Priyanka could only nod, her mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. As she gathered her bikini bottoms, she noticed Robert pulling out his phone, typing away furiously.
“What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
Robert looked up, a wicked grin on his face. “Oh, just sending this footage to some very interested parties in the Middle East. They pay top dollar for interfaith porn like this.”
Priyanka’s blood ran cold. “What? You can’t do that!”
Robert laughed, tucking his phone away. “Oh, but I can, my dear. And I will. You were a willing participant, after all. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and back to the studio. We’ve got a lot more work to do...
Priyanka understood her life is over. However this is her fate and she has to face it...
The enchanted forest was bathed in an eerie twilight as the battle raged on. The air was thick with the scent of magic and the clash of steel. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows – Akura, the demon king, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
Before him stood the Goddess of the village, adorned in a silk saree and glittering jewelry, her arms raised in a battle stance.
But Akura was not impressed by her appearance. With a swift movement, he pulled at the knot of her saree, causing it to fall away, revealing her naked form to the world.
The Goddess gasped in shock and outrage, but before she could react, Akura’s hand came down on her bare buttocks with a resounding spank. She cried out in pain and humiliation as her army watched in stunned silence.
“Silence, whore!” Akura snarled, grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her close. “I can let you go, but only if you compromise your dignity and obey my every command. I will treat you like the slut you are, and you will do everything a good whore does. Understood?”
The Goddess glared at him defiantly, but the fear in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. “You dare lay your hands on me, demon? I am the Goddess, and I will not submit to your filthy demands!”
Akura laughed, a dark and cruel sound. “Oh, but you will, my dear. You will submit, or your army will suffer the consequences.” He turned to address the assembled soldiers. “Behold your mighty Goddess, naked and trembling in my arms! She has come to me adorned like a bride, eager to be bred. I shall fulfill her desires, and when we are done, you may take your pregnant Goddess back!”
With that, he plunged his fingers into her dripping pussy, causing her to scream in both pain and pleasure as he shook them violently inside her. “Pee, my slut,” he whispered in her ear, followed by another stinging spank to her ass. The Goddess could not resist the command, and urine flowed freely from her body, much to the horror of her army.
“Look at her,” Akura crowed, spreading her ass cheeks wide to expose her tight little hole. “This is the kind of whore I like to ride my cock like a cowgirl.” He inserted his fingers into her ass, finger-fucking her roughly as she writhed and moaned. Then he pulled her up and addressed the army once more.
“This is how you treat your Goddess! She is not to be worshipped, but enslaved. Her cunt and ass will remain young and tight always. Play with them. Make babies with her. Breed her every day. Treat her like the baby-making factory that she is. When you take her home, use her as your cum-dumper. Her submission and moans will be your prize.”
With that, he dropped to his knees and began to eat her out, his tongue delving deep into her pussy and ass. He licked every inch of her body, rimming her asshole and tongue-fucking her cunt, sucking her breasts violently until she was writhing in ecstasy.
“Now, be a good pussy and bend down to your knees, slut,” he commanded, pulling her hair. “Keep your head down and hips up like an offering to me. It’s time to give you what you’re made for – a breeding fuck.”
The Goddess, unable to resist his dark power, got on her knees, presenting her ass to him. “That’s a good slut,” Akura growled, slapping her ass hard. “It’s even more exciting knowing you have a husband. I’ll fuck your slutty cunt so good that you’ll come back to me to be pregnant over and over again. Your husband won’t abuse you like me. You’ll beg for my seeds every time with your legs open, and I’ll breed you just right before your husband.”
With that, he pulled her hair and thrust his massive cock deep into her dripping pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. The Goddess screamed in pleasure and pain as he pounded into her, her legs spreading wider to take him deeper.
They fucked for days, Akura’s cock never leaving her pussy. He fucked her in every position imaginable, making her cum over and over again. Her pussy leaked juices onto her ass, and she was moaning like a bitch in heat, begging him for more. Her attitude became more submissive.. Started seeing her helplessness on her face..
On the ninth day, Akura finally pulled out, his cock dripping with her cum. He turned her over and fucked her ass, pouring the rest of his seed into her tight hole. When he was finally finished, the Goddess was a broken mess, her dignity stripped away, her body used and abused. And also she enjoyed being degraded..
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She walked back to her army, her ass red from spanks, her pussy leaking drops of semen. Her belly was full, and her army knew they had won. They began to touch her body as they walked, knowing they would soon get their turn with her.
And so the Goddess returned to her realm, a mere shadow of her former self. She had been defeated, and now she would be used as a cum-dumper, a baby-making factory for her people. And Akura would return to breed her again and again, until she was nothing more than a mindless slut, forever addicted to his touch.
Mrunal , a demure 30-year-old Indian woman, was the epitome of a traditional Indian wife. Clad in a vibrant silk saree, she had always lived a life of quiet dignity, devoted to her husband and family. But today, her world was turned upside down.
Her husband, Ravi, had been arrested on false charges of corruption. The police, greedy for bribes, had set him up. Desperate to secure his release, Mrunal had no choice but to turn to the one man who held the key to her husband’s freedom – Inspector Rajesh Gupta.
Gupta was a brute of a man, his uniform straining over his muscular frame. He lounged behind his desk, a smug grin on his face as Mrunal entered his office. “Ah, Mrs. Ravi,” he said, his eyes roving over her body. “What brings you here today?”
Mrunal ’s cheeks burned with shame, but she forced herself to speak. “Please, Inspector. My husband is innocent. I’ll do anything to get him released.”
Gupta’s grin widened. “Anything, you say?” He stood up, towering over her. “Well, let’s see what you’re willing to do.”
He reached out, roughly grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. Mrunal gasped, trying to pull away, but his grip was like iron. “Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t do this.”
But Gupta was already unbuttoning his uniform pants, his erection straining against his boxers. “Shut up and do as you’re told,” he growled. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To get your husband back?”
Tears streaming down her face, Mrunal nodded. She had no choice. She sank to her knees, her saree pooling around her as she took Gupta into her mouth. He groaned, fisting his hand in her hair and forcing her head down.
“Suck it, you bitch,” he grunted. “Make it good, or your husband stays in jail.”
Mrunal gagged as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She could taste the salt of his sweat, the musk of his arousal. It was degrading, humiliating, but she had no choice. She had to do this for Ravi.
Gupta fucked her face relentlessly, grunting and cursing as he used her mouth for his pleasure. Mrunal ’s jaw ached, her throat raw from the abuse, but she forced herself to take it. To endure it.
Finally, with a roar, Gupta came, flooding her mouth with his hot, bitter seed. Mrunal gagged, trying not to choke as he held her in place, forcing her to swallow every drop.
“Good girl,” he panted, releasing her hair. “Now, let’s see how tight that pussy of yours is.”
He pulled her to her feet, shoving her against the desk. Mrunal cried out as he hiked up her saree, exposing her bare ass. She had worn nothing underneath, hoping to make this easier.
Gupta spat on his fingers, roughly shoving them into her dry cunt. Mrunal bit her lip to keep from screaming, tears streaming down her face as he finger-fucked her, his thick digits stretching her tight channel.
“Still a virgin, aren’t you?” he sneered. “Your husband’s never fucked you properly, has he? Well, I’ll show you what a real man feels like.”
He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock. Mrunal braced herself, knowing what was coming. Gupta slammed into her, driving himself deep inside her with one brutal thrust.
Mrunal screamed, the pain of the sudden invasion ripping through her. Gupta just laughed, gripping her hips and pounding into her mercilessly. “Take it, you fucking slut,” he growled. “This is what you deserve.”
He fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Mrunal could only cling to the desk, sobbing as he used her body for his own pleasure. She felt dirty, degraded, utterly used.
After first round mrunal and Gupta were on bed exhausted and tired... After 10 minutes gupta cock again became hard. He kissed mrunal and said my cock has a specialty.. If ever i fuck a woman in her ass she will forget her dear and near ones and come barking to me swaying her ass and be a plaything.. Now i am gonna test that with you..
“Please, not there,” Mrunal whimpered, knowing what was coming.
“Shut up and take it, you little bitch,” Gupta snarled, ramming himself into her tight asshole.
Mrunal cried out in pain as he stretched her, his thick cock splitting her open. He pounded into her relentlessly, grunting and sweating as he used her for his own pleasure.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight,” he groaned, slamming into her harder and faster. “I’m going to fill you up, you dirty little slut.” Your asshole will never be the same hereafter
Mrunal bit her lip to stifle her cries, tears streaming down her face as he fucked her. She felt so dirty, so used, but she knew that she was enjoying it deep in her mind.
With a final thrust, Gupta buried himself deep inside her and came, flooding her ass with his hot cum. He stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tight muscles squeezing him, before pulling out and tucking himself away
Show me your asshole now... Let me see how wide it is being stretched.. Mrunal without shame shows her asshole and Gupta smiles in happiness seeing to what he had done to the innocent beauty
Epilogue
Years later, Mrunal and Gupta ’s house was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slapping of flesh. Ravi watched, his small cock twitching, as his wife's pussy stretched around Gupta ’s thick cock.
Mrunal had become a shadow of her former self, her once sharp mind now dulled by the constant fucking. She lived for Gupta ’s cock, her pussy always wet and ready for him.
As Gupta fucked her harder, Mrunal’s eyes rolled back, her pussy tightening around his cock. She came with a scream, her pussy gushing around his cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna knock you up. I am gonna do something which your husband was unable to do with you ,” Gupta growled, his cock throbbing inside her.
“Please do,” Mrunal panted, her eyes glazed over with lust. I started this for my husband but now i dont about that worthless shit.. Please make me yours..Make me your breeding machine Gupta...Mrunal Cried...
Ravi watched, his small cock twitching in his hand. He felt being in jail was better than seeing all this from Mrunal...
And so, Mrunal’s life became a never-ending cycle of fucking and breeding, her mind and body consumed by Gupta ’s cock. She had become a slave to his dick, her once bright future now a distant memory.
I am Sai Pallavi, a 32-year-old traditional Indian woman, married to a man who is currently abroad. I always wore a saree, covering my body completely, and walked with a decent, modest gait. My speech was polite and respectful, never uttering a single abusive word. Shame and modesty were my constant companions.
But all that changed the day I met Dr. Vijay, a renowned psychiatrist. He was a handsome man in his 50s, with a charming smile and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. I had been struggling with anxiety and depression since my husband left, and my therapist recommended I see Dr. Vijay for a consultation.
From the moment I stepped into his office, I felt a strange connection with him. He listened intently as I poured out my heart, his voice soothing and reassuring. He prescribed me some medication and suggested we start weekly sessions to help me cope with my emotions.
As the weeks turned into months, I found myself looking forward to our sessions. Dr. Vijay was unlike any man I had ever met. He was intelligent, insightful, and seemed to understand me in a way that no one else ever had. I began to confide in him, sharing my deepest, darkest secrets and desires.
One day, during a session, Dr. Vijay suggested that I try something new to help me overcome my anxiety. He handed me a vial of a strange, clear liquid and told me to drink it. I hesitated for a moment, but his reassuring smile convinced me to take a sip.
The moment the liquid hit my tongue, I felt a surge of warmth spread through my body. My mind became hazy, and I felt a strange, overwhelming urge to let go of all my inhibitions. Dr. Vijay smiled knowingly and began to undress me, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger I had never experienced before.
I moaned loudly as he touched me, my body responding to his every command. He whispered filthy words in my ear, telling me how much he wanted to fuck me, to make me his **censored** whore. I should have been shocked and disgusted, but instead, I felt a sense of liberation. For the first time in my life, I was free to explore my deepest, darkest desires.
Dr. Vijay took me hard and fast, his cock plunging deep into my pussy as I screamed in ecstasy. He fucked me in every position imaginable, using my body for his own pleasure. I was no longer a wife, but a brainless piece of meat, existing only to serve his needs. I can never think of married life or normal life hereafter...
As the weeks went by, Dr. Vijay’s influence over me grew stronger. He introduced me to new experiences, pushing my boundaries further and further. He taught me how to pleasure myself with toys, how to suck cock like a pro, and how to take a pounding like a true whore.
One day, he brought me to a seedy hotel room, where I was introduced to Keshav, a brothel owner. Keshav looked me up and down, his eyes gleaming with lust as he saw my transformed body. Dr. Vijay explained that he had been working on me for months, breaking me down and rebuilding me into the perfect whore.
Keshav nodded approvingly and led me to a room filled with other women, all dressed in skimpy lingerie and high heels. He told me that this was my new home, and that I would be working here from now on, servicing men for money.
At first, I was shocked and horrified at the idea of becoming a prostitute. But as I looked around at the other women, I realized that this was my destiny. I had been born to serve, to be used and abused by men for their pleasure. And as Dr. Vijay had so expertly trained me, I knew that I would be the best whore they had ever seen.
I started my new job with enthusiasm, taking on clients left and right. I sucked cocks, fucked in every hole, and even let them piss on me. I was no longer Sai Pallavi, the modest Indian woman. I was now just a brainless whore, existing only to satisfy the needs of my clients.
As the months passed, I became a sensation in the brothel. Men would line up for hours just to get a taste of my tight pussy and expert mouth. I was making more money than I ever had in my life, and I was loving every minute of it.
But as much as I loved my new life, I still craved the attention of Dr. Vijay. He would visit me occasionally, fucking me in ways that made me scream with pleasure. He would tell me how proud he was of me, how far I had come from the shy, modest woman I once was.
One day, as I was servicing a particularly rough client, I felt a strange sensation in my stomach. I looked down and saw a pool of blood forming between my legs. The client had ripped me open, leaving me broken and bleeding.
Dr. Vijay rushed to my side, his face etched with concern. He took me to a private room and tended to my wounds, whispering words of comfort as I cried in his arms. He told me that he would always take care of me, that I was his special little whore.
As I lay there, recovering from my injuries, I realized that I had finally found my true calling. I was no longer a wife or a mother, but a brainless piece of meat, existing only to serve the needs of men. And as long as Dr. Vijay was by my side, I knew that I would never want for anything again.
Every prostitute has a speciality so as me. It is easy when young guys come to fuck. They just need to put their meat inside the hole. But same is not the case for old guys. They cannot fuck.. But need to be kept engaged with sex. So i let them lick my face.
Some people wont get erection. So in that case i ask them to cum on my face and we play with cum.
Satisfying youngster was easy. But old people since lack erection they enjoy just touching licking and fondling which was hard for others. But since i use my IQ just for this, it looked easy for me to satisfy them..
I am Sai Pallavi, and this is my story. I am a whore, a brainless piece of meat, and I wouldn’t have it any other way..
THE END
DISCLAIMER : All photos were taken from @desifakes and from other porn websites.. All stories written by me are just fantasies and has no relationship with their actress real time image...
