How A Lost Mobile Turned Me Into A Complete Whore – Part 1

This is re-upload of part 1 of my story. All other parts are present on ISS, just click on my user-name to access all of them.

I am Natasha, a 24 year old Mumbaikar. This story took place 2 years ago when I was 22 on my fresher job.

Let me tell you a bit about myself. I’m from an upper middle class family. My parents gave me everything I wanted and I lead a fairly happy life. Look wise, they call me a bombshell. I have very fair skin, 5 feet 6 inch height, big boobs, an apple shaped round ass which I made working out at the gym, an innocent and cute yet sexy face, and blue eyes. I am a bombshell looking babe and I’m no stranger to lustful looks by boys and men of all age. To sum up, people would give anything to bed me.

Now back to story. I was still a virgin when everything happened. I had 3 boyfriends but we never went above kisses and some dry humping. I had some wild fantasies, and I was at the point in my life where I was desperate to lose my virginity as quickly as possible.

One day, I was waiting for my bus to arrive to go to my office. I wore tight jeans and white top, and was being constantly checked out by two uncles standing behind me. I got on the bus. It was jam packed and I was being pushed around a lot. I had an expensive mobile in my jeans, which my dad had just bought it for me after I constantly demanded it for two months.

A few minutes later I saw my stop coming. I was pushing forward to the front when I felt a hand reach in my pocket and take out my mobile. I immediately realized it, but the man was gone before I had a chance to do anything. Devastated, I got down at my stop, ran to a man standing near the bus stop and borrowed his phone. I called my mobile but there was no answer.

The day turned out to be shit. I left work early because I could not focus, trying to think of a way to break the bad news to my dad. Just before reaching home, I tried calling my mobile again, oping against hope that someone would pick up. To my surprise, someone did.

Me: Hello?

Thief: Hello kaun hai?

Me: Ye phone mera hai! Sale kaine mera phone chura liya.

Thief: Oh madam aap ho. Bas me ye phone bechne hi jane wala tha, achcha phone hai. Paise achche milenge.

Me: Please wapas dedo. Mere papa ne abhi dilake diya tha naya phone, wo mujhe maar daalnege.

Thief: (Ignoring to my pleads) Chalo me phone rakh raha hu.

At this moment, I don’t know what took over me. What happened next surprises me even to this day.

Me: Ek minute sun! Rakh mat! Please meri baat sun. Agar tu phone wapis karega to me tere liye kuch kar sakti hu…

Thief: (After being silent for a while) Ji kya karengi madam?

Me: Tune mujhe bus me dekha hoga na?

Thief: Haan dekha hai.

Me: To tujhe pata hoga me achchi dikhti hu.

Thief (shamelessly): Ha aapki jaisi maal roz dekhne nahi milti.

I felt really happy after hearing that. I had his attention, now I had to offer a deal he couldn’t refuse.

Me: Agar mera phone mere haath me wapas aa jaye, to tu mujhe chod sakta hai.

There was complete silence on the phone. What I said probably shocked him, but it shocked me more. I did not even think before saying, but something inside me was very excited and had me on the edge. I never spoke so vulgarly like this to anyone in my life before.

Thief: Kya bol rahi hai tu? Mene shayad galat suna…

Me: Jo suna hai sahi suna hai. Mobile wapas dega to poore 3 ghante ke liye tu meri chudai sakta hai.

Thief: Sali dikhne me ekdam shareef lagti hai. Mu se ye sab kaise nikal raha hai?

Me: Abey tujhe kya karna hai. Isse pehle meri soch badal jaye, bata de.

Thief: Kya guarantee hai ki tu police nahi bulayegi?

Me: Police bulake na mera fayeda hai na tera. Mobile court me jayega aur tu jail me.

Thief didn’t say anything for a long time. I guess he was still doubting it, I mean you don’t get a girl like me offering herself to a poor man like him every day. But I guess his dick took control over his mind and he agreed.

Me: Kal office jana hai 11 baje to subah 7 tak aa jana. Address ye hai.

I gave him my address. He said he lives far but he will come. I reached home and went to sleep thinking nothing of it.

As soon as I woke up, the events of yesterday all came flooding back into my memory. I just invited a complete stranger to my home, who I don’t even know what looks like, but is also a criminal and a thief. I was scared, but not for long. An image of a complete unknown man having his way with my body excited me.

I showered and wore my best clothes. A figure hugging blue T and a miniskirt and my nipples were clearly visible since I wore no bra. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a super-hot angel. A super-hot angel who is about to be defiled (and possibly worse) by an evil monster.

Around 7.15 the bell rang. I opened the door, grabbed his hand and pulled him him in and looked out to see if anyone saw what was happening. It was early morning so it was deserted. I closed the door and turned around to see the monster that stood before me.

I recognized him from the bus stop. He was one of the two uncles that were staring at me the whole time. He looked around early 50s and his head was covered in white hair. He also had a huge tummy and wore clothes that probably haven’t been washed for days. He looked very poor and very ugly.

He was looking at me, and his jaw was completely open in shock and disbelief. Never in his lifetime had he thought he’d even be standing close to a girl like me, but here he is, standing in front of a total babe, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a dent forming in his pants.

Me: La mobile de.

Thief: Nahi abhi nahi dunga.

Me: Abhi hi dena padega, nahi to wapas chale ja.

Thief (reluctantly): Theek hai me jata hu fir.

He got worried for a second, since he gave me an out to escape from the deal of his lifetime. Straightening his face, he started moving towards the door.

Me: Arey behenchod ruk na.

Thief (surprised by my language): Phone to tujhe chudai ke baad hi milega.

That made me angry. He is in my house, with my stolen phone, but he wants to dictate the rules. I furiously went to him and slapped him really hard, and he was surprised by this sudden attack. Before he could react, I got on my knees and opened up the belt on his pant. There was no point arguing since he wouldn’t give back my mobile, so might as well start now. I could smell his sweaty underwear just from here. I removed his pant and then his underwear, and his cock came out.

What came out was the biggest cock I had ever seen. (Well I had seen some cocks before, but this easily beat all of them). An 8 inch monster cock was in front of my face, with thick veins and a purple head looking directly at my face just waiting to release things (my guess would be semen) from it. I immediately imagined this thing fucking my pussy raw and I went week on my knees. I read on the internet that Indian men have small to average size penises, but what was in front of me was far bigger than anything I had seen. The thought of this going in and out of my cunt instantly made me wet and horny.

I then looked at his balls. Hairy, large and blacker than black, is what I can use to describe them. They looked so tasty, I just wanted to gobble them up. I don’t know why, but I have an unhealthy obsession with man semen containers (I always used to search for porn involving nut sucking).

I looked up at him wide eyed from below his cock, his dark eyes on either side of the monster penis. The expression on his face was of pure lust. He smirked and looked down on me, amused by the effect his cock had on my body. He saw me looking lustily at his balls and gave a victorious smile.I got angry again, he was in no position to give that kind of expression to me, so I slapped his cock and he gave a pained expression.

I took my face closer to his cock and the smell hit my nose like a truck. It’s the kind of smell you get when you haven’t washed your body for 2-3 days. I was mesmerized and to my surprise, turned on by the smell. I took it in my hand and started smelling every inch of the cock from top to bottom, and I became wetter than water. I measured it with my hand and it was bigger than my forearm. I started giving him a handjob while playing with his balls. All reasoning and logic was thrown out of the window at this point, and I thought of nothing but taking this huge dick in my mouth.

Me: Theek hai. Phone baad me dena.

I said that as I was moving my hands up and down his shaft. There was no smoothness and I couldn’t move my hand freely over his cock, so I spit on both of my hands and applied it on the cock to make it a little wet. It did not work. So I gathered some spit in my mouth and spat it all on the cock from above, and then used my hands to spread it and wet the cock. Loud, squishing sounds started coming because of the hand movements, and I could hear faint moaning coming out of his mouth.

I sensed him about to come from the furious handjob, so I immediately stopped. I stopped because I didn’t want him to get ahead of himself and have all the fun. Normal reaction to this is to feel disappointed, but instead he got angry and slapped me right across my face and asked me the reason for stopping.

My cheeks turned red. Some because of the slap, some because I became more horny. To my utter surprise, that turned me on more than any porn I had ever seen. In reply, I slapped him back so hard his face turned in reaction.

As soon as he recovered, I grabbed his face and kissed him right on his lips. Like long lost lovers, we kissed for 5 minutes. I could taste tobacco and paan in his mouth. All the while, I was playing with his cock with my free left hand.

He broke the kiss, grabbed my shoulders, and pushed me down really hard. He then grabbed my hair and pushed me towards his cock. I knew what was coming, and I was ready for it.

(Following parts of the story can be found on ISS. Please click my user-name to read part 2 and beyond. Any feedback and suggestions are welcome, mail to [email protected]. Please don’t email me for sex/sexchat, I won’t reply.)