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How i became a Whore

I am Sheetal Rajput. I loved sex. I loved it ever since I was sixteen when I lost my virginity to the family servant's son, a boy I did almost grown up with. He was a couple of years older than me.

I was lovely at eighteen , slender and fair-skinned with finely chiseled features, lovely eyes, a slim, straight nose and full lips, clear skin, a long neck, full breasts, a narrow waist and bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists. My body had begun to torment me with strange, exciting, frightening sensations and I found herself looking at Zahid out of the corner of my eye and feeling curiously light-headed by the sight of his body. I lived in a small two-room apartment with my parents and elder brother. Zahid lived nearby and worked in a motor garage. I passed it on my way from school and always stopped to chat with him.

One afternoon I found him alone. There was not much work in his hand and he asked me go to a shop at the corner. We had tea, sitting in the half-empty place, laughing and chatting and he said he'd walk to my home. It wasn't far. On the way, we passed a cluster of huts by the road.

"You live here now, don't you?" I said.

Zahid and his mother had got themselves a ramshackle tarpaulin covered tin hut in this almost-slum.

"Yes."

"Alone?"

"Yes." We walked on a bit. Suddenly, he said, "Would you like to see it?"

I looked at him and, slowly, nodded. He smiled and took my arm in his hand. I thrilled at the touch of his hand on me. I looked at him and flushed as his eyes drilled into me. He turned down a cramped alley between a row of huts. It was reasonably clean, but very noisy. The lane ended in a gutter running hard by a bramble . He turned the corner and led me to a small hut with a sloping tin roof and a rickety wooden door with a padlock. Zahid unlocked the door and pushed it open.

It was very spare, almost Spartan. One chair, a little table, a kerosene stove in a corner, a few pots and pans on two wooden shelves. A cheap calendar on the wall by a small mirror. Clothes hung on a line, a tin chest. A hemp bed with a thin pillow and sheet and sagging mattress. A cheap novel lay on the floor by the bed.

"Well," he said. "That's it. Home. My mansion.

I looked around. "It's . it's very nice.

Zahid looked at me and I went very still. Time stopped and the sounds of the city faded. He came closer. And closer. And closer. Took my face in his hands. His head bent. I tilted. My lips parted. I could feel his breath on my face, smell the warm musk of his body, feel its warmth. His lips came closer.

In that afternoon of heat, I experienced an explosion of joy I had never imagined possible. Zahid was tender and gentle and his body was wonderful and when his cock surged into my flesh, I almost fainted with ecstasy. I wanted more, more, more, wanted it never to end. He fucked me on the bed, taking me slowly and deeply and then faster and faster as I bucked and heaved and writhed desperately under him, my teenage body tossing and jumping and jerking in an uncontrollable fever, my cunt convulsing and spasming on his thrusting cock which was so big, so thick, so hard, so hot, so good. My nipples ached with the sweet tension of it and when he sucked and licked them and crushed them in his hands I felt the heat flood from my head to toe. On and on he went and the bed creaked and my voice was ragged and hoarse from calling and moaning. I came in an explosion of bliss, the breath shooting from my throat.

The next afternoon, he fucked me again.

I baulked at nothing, absolutely nothing. When I had his cock in my mouth, it was the most wonderful feeling. He fucked my mouth slowly and happily and wouldn't have minded if he'd gone on all night.

Then he turned me on my front, kneeling on the floor and bent over the bed and entered me from behind, straddling my hips in a low crouch and pushing his cock in and in and in till I thought it would rip me in two, it was so big, so thick, so hot, so hard.

He fucked me hungrily then, thrusting greedily in and out of my cunt and I came again, long and slow and this time he came too, his cock buried deep in my cunt. I never forgot that first exquisite feeling of hot jazz spurting and spurting and spurting into my cunt.

After that, we met in his hut every afternoon. I was naturally curious and adventurous in bed and willing to try anything so long as it felt good. I never tired of sex. When he suggested anal sex, I didn't hesitate and as his cock ground into my anus, I felt no pain, just a glorious, stinging exhilaration that made me call out to him for more in the gutter words he had taught me.

A few weeks later, he introduced me to his friends from the garage, Dinesh and Danny, both lean, hard-bodied youths with quietly handsome faces. Now I was 'his', Zahid's, his woman, his mate, his keep. I didn't mind living the lie, somehow it had a nice feeling to it. I played my role dutifully, almost like his wife.

In his hut, I made tea for all of them and served the men. I noticed how Dinesh and Danny followed me with their.

I had a natural streak of exhibitionism in me and I knew with a clarity unusual for a teenager that I didn't love Zahid, that it was the sex that drew me, that and the additional exciting fillip of doing something secretly and on the sly, something risky.

I teased Dinesh and Danny, giving them glimpses of my breasts under my low-necked blouse, moving sensually around the hut, letting my eyes smolder on theirs.

The men finished their tea and stepped out for a smoke. I sprawled on the hemp cot with a magazine, waiting for Zahid to come back.

" Sheetal ," Zahid said softly as he returned.

I was lying on the bed now on my side, my head propped in my hand, my elbow bent, leafing through a cheap magazine.

My sari had slipped into the crook of my arm. In the heat, two or three of the buttons down the front of my tight blouse were open and my breasts strained at the cloth, showing a lot of my deep cleavage and luscious breasts. Zahid sat behind and leaned over, an arm in front of my belly. I didn't look up at him.

"What is it?" I murmured.

He cleared his throat. "Sheetal, I . um . Dinesh . that is, Dinesh and Danny ."

"Yes?"

"They . um . they would also like ."

"What?"

He didn't reply. There was a soft rustle as Zahid's chums came in again. I glanced at them, saw the looks on their faces, and turned back to Zahid.

"What, Zahid? What would they like?"

He looked at me nervously and swallowed. I smiled.

"They'd like to fuck me, isn't that it?"

There was a little silence. Then Zahid stared, nodded glumly.

"Well, you don't have to look so downcast about it, Zahid," I grinned. "Of course I'll fuck them. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, as they say, and if I can't please your friends, I'm not a good friend to you, right?"

The men stared at me, dumbfounded. I closed the book and flipped on my back on the bed.

"On one condition, though," I murmured, reaching up and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "Before they fuck me, they must sit here and watch you fuck me. Then they can fuck me and you've got to watch. Okay?"

Zahid grinned in excitement and pulled my blouse open and squeezed my naked breast. I was wearing nothing under it.

Smiling, I hiked my sari up to my hips and pulled Zahid down over me, unbuttoning his shirt and trousers.

Squatting on the beaten dirt floor, Danny and Dinesh watched in excited fascination as their friend fucked me on the bed, taking my furiously. His buttocks danced over my lap, bobbing and bouncing up and down and they could see his cock plunging and pistoning in and out of my cunt. My hips heaved and pumped under his, and I cries rang in their ears. Their erections, when Zahid finished, were monstrous. I smiled in pleasure.

I never wanted for a lover after that. One of the three was always available to take me to Zahid's hut and fuck me. On good days, I had all three together. Dinesh was good, as good as Zahid, but Danny was terrific. He had a round, sweetly handsome face, a dark, wiry, strong body and an absolutely magnificent cock I loved. It wasn't long before I tried taking all three simultaneously in my cunt, mouth and ass.

I finished school, and grew lovelier, my breasts filling out, my curves getting more accentuated. In college, I took a polytechnic course in hotel management and did reasonably well.

There were other lovers now, for I had greater freedom and was out of the house a lot longer. There was my trainer, a handsome Goan who took me to his house and fucked me all afternoon. There were a couple of my fellow-students with whom I had torrid sex in squalid little suburban hotels that rented by the hour.

I graduated and, for a few months after that, waiting for a job offer and replies to my applications, I spent time fucking with what I called my three musketeers, long afternoons of glorious sex in Zahid's hut. The days passed and I got no response but letters of regret. I grew morose. Finally, it was Danny who broke through and took me into a whole new world.

We were fucking one afternoon, and I was astride his hips on the bed. He groaned and bucked his hips under me, sliding his hands up my body to cup my breasts.

"Hey, Sheetal."

"What?"

"Got a job offer yet?"

"You know I haven't."

"How would you like to do this for money?" "Do what?"

"This. Fucking."

I stared down at him. "You must be joking." I bent over and kissed him, my sloping breasts pressing against his chest, my tongue slipping in and out of his mouth. He squeezed my breasts and pressed a fingertip to my anus. My cunt was really incredibly hot and tight. He grunted as it convulsed on his penis.

"No. I'm serious," he murmured, licking my stiff nipple. "Think about it."

"You want me to whore?"

"Why not? It's not like anyone's forcing you into prostitution, you know. You'd whore because you want to. And the money's good.

Very good."

"Oh yes? And how would you know?"

He grinned. "I've been meaning to tell you. I've been working at this place, this hotel downtown."

"I thought you were working as a peon. A peon-cum-chauffeur."

"That was before."

"You never told me."

"No. I didn't. Anyway, this hotel's not just a hotel. It's a world-class, high-quality whorehouse, too. Top five, six floors.

I've got in as a stud."

I stared down at him. "A stud?"

"Yeah. Stud. Gigolo. Dame comes in, needs a fuck, I fuck her. ...


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