My Journey As A Whore – Part III

Hi all, Its me Sweta again. Here to tell you more about my journey. Last time, I told you about how became a man’s currency and how I began enjoying it more than ever. Well, let me tell you, that thinking and fantasies will take you only thus far. But when you do it, when you let it all go and only think about how awesome it feels while doing it, its no match to any fantasy. Letting guys have their way with my body was the best thing i had ever done in my life. It made me a total whore, and I totally loved it.

Bad? maybe. But great? hell ya!!!

That day, after I got fucked by Uncle Sharma, and came down to continue the preparations, my pussy was still buzzing and I could feel the urge in my body all over. I just didnt have a man to make use of me.. well, maybe not just yet. I reminded myself that I just need to wait till the evening, and there will be seven older men I would be entertaining as they played cards. That would definitely mean a lot of dirty comments and ogling over my body. The only thing missing in that party would be sex… unfortunately!

As the evening approached, the playing room was set up with a big round table and chairs, and drinks, snacks were readied there as well. Only Maala Bhabhi and I needed to get ready.

Maala Bhabhi got ready in a pink see-through saree and blouse, and I immediately made out that she was not wearing bra. She put on flowers in her hair and got ready like a gharelu-aurat. I got ready in a red choli lehnga.

As soon as I got out, Bhabhi said, “Chi sweta! what are you wearing?”

I was surprised. “Why bhabhi. Don’t I look beautiful? This is my best dress”

“Haan Sweta. You look beautiful” She added, “Like a beautiful woman. But you are not that old”

I smiled, but didnt say anything. “Chalo andar. I will make you ready”

She went out and got some clothes also. when she came into my room, I saw what she got. “But Bhabhi, those are Pinky’s clothes, and she is only 10”

“That’s the idea” she said smiling.

15 mins later, I was ready. I had my long hair in two pig tails. I wore a yellow sleeveless t-shirt that was tight on my chest and stopped just under my boobs. And I wore a White frilly skirt that only came until my knees. And I put on my heel sandles.

Bhabhi was right. Earliar I looked beautiful. Now, I looked smoking hot! I loved it. “Older men want to see girls – more than women” Bhabhi said with a smile.

By the time the men started coming in, It was already 7:00PM and I stood at the door greeting them. I saw that all the six men that came till then were those that took me to hotel rooms atleast once before.

“Arey kitni chikni ready ho gayi ho” They would say as they hugged me and pinched my ass or press my boobs. “Aisi tayar huyi tho yahi ke yahi tumhe chodne ka lagthi hai”

“Thats the idea” I thought, as blushed under their compliments.

They started talking and making vulgur comments about me and Bhabhi as we served them the snacks and drinks. You have to understand that there is something about dirty comments that make me feel buzzy. My favorite comment someone made was, “Are, table ke oopar teri bhabhi serve karti rahegi. par tu aah. Table ke neeche tu serve kar hamein”

I blushed in embarassment, but I still liked it. So I complemented him by sitting in his lap, and letting his hands roam over me. Says something about me? well, guess!

“Who else ” someone asked my dad.

“Vijay saab” he said.

“Doctor saab is always late. Maybe we should start already”

Soon there was a knock and I got up from the other man’s lap and opened the door. There I found a man I didn’t know. He had a very handsome intelligent face and piercing eyes, that made my breath hitch.

“Co-come.. Come” I stammered.

His face broke into a smile and asked, “Cum where?”

I blushed red. I felt the heat in my face and looked down. We both knew what he really meant!

“Ah Doctor saab” My dad said, “Welcome, We were waiting for you”

Then on, the games and drinking and chatting started among them. Bhabhi and I were busy serving them and doing what they asked.

One thing was certain. The men were very happy to have me serve them. They made lot of comments and touched me a lot more than Bhabhi. But, conspicuously, Vijay saab’s gaze was stuck on me, and his hands on my body when i was near him.

I noticed that Vijay Saab’s gaze lingered on me a lot more than anyone’s. I could feel his gaze on me. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes, and that thought itself made me shiver.

Looking at the interest men had in me, Dad made me dance for them. Well, let me tell you, strip dance for a group of vulgur men was one of a kind experience. Add to that, they were also drunk, which made their already loose tongues looser. The things they said, the comments they made, any proper woman would have slapped them if she even heard one of those comments.

So, naturally, I loved them so much that I got a high even without drinking anything. They forgot the game and only concentrated on me. I loved it.

They were all so high that I thought if a gangbang started, they would have fucked me soo hard that I probably would not have been able to walk properly for two days. I was so aroused by then that I was hoping it would.

But Dad didn’t let it. I was sooo mad at him for that. Then I realized his intentions.

Ever the businessman, dad announced that if they increase the game stakes by 3 times he will change the game so that the winner gets a prize.

“what prize?” someone asked.

Dad smiled and announced, “The winner can take sweta along with them and keep her for two whole days.” I was not surprised at that, since I already expected that.

“Not worth the money” one man said slurring words.

Dad continued with a smile, “Well, even if I say there will be absolutely no limits on what you can do?” I was as surprised at it as the others. Any whore, or any man who took a whore can tell you that there are a lot of things he can not do while they take the whore.

“You know I want to slap her face and body while I fuck her cunt” One man said leering at me. I was afraid and turned to dad as i expected him to say no to that.

“If thats what you want to do” Dad said with a smile. I shivered.

Looking around, I knew the vulgur minds of the guys started thinking all the nasty disgusting things they want to do to me if they won.

Well, at some level I was excited. But scared too. What can I say to men? I am only a whore. Their whore! And now, I have to serve them.

I really didnt mind the men who had nasty ideas in their minds. All I hoped for was the man who wanted to beat don’t get me. I wished!

Five Men played for me. Dad had a pretty bad mind as he got me down to just my bra, panty and sandles and made me sit in the middle of the table. Their prize.

I knew what i have to do. So I made all the provocative and erotic poses, teasing them with their prize, as they played for the right to own my body for two full days.

When I went to get more booze for the men, there was a big shout and I knew the game ended. With heart beating hard, I entered the room to see who won me.

It was Vijay Saab!

I didn’t know who he was or how he would be, but remembering his gaze on me, I was glad.

I walked over to him with head bent and stood beside him. He grabbed my skirt and pulled my panties down hard. He then put his finger on my pussy lips and said, “You all see this cunt” he said, “This is mine now. And I am not leaving that alone till I get my mind satisfied”.

Well, let me tell you. Never in my life was i more excited to be in a man’s hands than at that point. Now that the game was over, I wished for a different wish.

I wished Vijay saab has the most nastiest dirtiest mind of them all, and I wished he would satisfy it using me.

Let me know what you think, my email is [email protected]. Just don’t expect me to meet you though :)