About a Common Whore - 4
An Evening of Whoring
Previously
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After Ramesh declared the price for Roli, the two men looked at each other. Roli was so nervous that she was breathing from her mouth.
Amir saw that and chuckled at his friend, “Look at her, she’s so nervous. It will be a lot of fun.”
Amir stood up. Raju, who was quiet since the price was declared, finally asked Amir, “Okay. Will you fuck her first?”
“You want me to pay more than half, then?” Amir said with a smile.
Raju nodded.
“Okay, I am sending Ramesh ₹30000. Send the rest. Let’s get started,” Amir said, typing on his phone furiously.
There were two pings on Ramesh’s phone. He checked the notifications and nodded.
He looked at Roli and stood up from the chair.
“I want to tell her a few things before I give her to you. You guys get ready if you have to,” Ramesh said, holding Roli’s hand.
The men laughed, “I have been ready for her for a long time,” Raju said rubbing his crotch over his pant.
That chawl in Byculla was small. Roli had known that since that night he had followed Ramesh into it. But that evening, when Ramesh took her by the hand and walked to the farthest end of the room, it felt like two worlds.
They were near the bathroom, and men were on the bed, talking and laughing after they had paid for her. Roli felt sick. She felt like she would faint. At first, she didn’t understand what Ramesh was trying to tell her.
“Roli!” Ramesh said. He jerked her head, holding it by the chin.
Roli finally looked at him, her face in a state of panic, her heart racing.
“Did you hear the price?” Ramesh asked her, in an even tone, when he finally had her attention.
Roli nodded.
“I will ask you, one last time, and after this, there’s no turning back — are you willing to be a whore?” As Ramesh asked her this, he held both her shoulders and squeezed them gently.
Roli was breathing heavily as if she has just finished running a marathon. “I... You said, I only have to move around naked, and —”
“Yes, I said that. Which is why I am giving you the same choice I gave you last night. You either do this, or I tell those guys to leave. And you leave from here shortly after,” Ramesh said, in a disturbingly matter-of-fact tone.
Years later, Roli will look back at this evening, thinking about all the things that had led her to that point, where she decided that her body was worth ₹50000, for two men to do whatever they wanted to with her. Greed wasn’t what led to this. Yes, she was in a situation where her option was either to let two men do her in any way they wanted to or to leave in the middle of the night, with nowhere in particular to go. In the hindsight, it was an easy decision.
But when Ramesh had asked her if she wanted to go through with it one last time, she had replied, “But it’s my first time. And I wanted it to be…” she cut off her sentence.
“Special? All that is for books and movies Roli. Countless girls like you, get fucked for the first time, and it’s not special. Right now, there will probably be 100s of girls in Bombay alone, who had a dick inside them for the first time. Do you think 100 special things have happened tonight?” Ramesh let out a sigh, and eyed her as he continued, “And in some way, it is special. You do this, and you get back what you lost. In one night.”
Roli raised her gaze and looked into his eyes. He was looking at her, with all the attention in the world. She looked at the men behind him, on the bed, looking at their phones and laughing — the men who paid for her body. It will take Roli years to learn that she and her body were different people. That the people who paid the money, got her body, but she, she couldn’t be bought.
In her first evening as whore though, she felt every prick to her soul, every touch, every comment, every pain and pleasure was a prick to her soul. All that for ₹50000.
“I need an answer Roli, they are waiting. They have already paid the money,” Ramesh said, looking back at the men and then looking at her.
“Okay,” Roli said, nodding. She squeezed her face and let out a sigh. “I don’t know how to do anything.”
Ramesh smiled, “That’s good. That’s why they paid more than they would for a girl like you.”
He held her wrist, and said, “Let’s go. Let’s make them their money’s worth.”
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Ramesh and Roli stood by the bed — Roli with her hand clasped in front of her crotch, looking down, and Ramesh with a smile.
“Have fun,” that’s all Ramesh had to say.
Amir was closest to Roli when Ramesh said it. He was quick to grab her hand and pull Roli to the bed. He jerked her forward so hard, and Roli fell forward. Before she could adjust herself, Raju held her other hand and pulled her towards him in the bed.
Roli got in the bed, finally, in not the most elegant manner.
The first sexual touch was Raju squeezing her breasts hard through the bra. It didn’t feel sexual. It felt more like a violent obsession than a sexual one. Her breasts pained intensely as Raju pumped her breasts, feeling them up.
She closed her eyes, to not look at the sight of a dark burly man squeezing her breasts, to see him smile, to see the look of dirty lust on his face. But when she did that, everything became even more intense.
She felt Amir pulling her in position, to make her kneel in the bed, with her breasts toward Raju and her back toward Amir. She felt Amir squeeze her ass cheeks. He was gentler than Raju, but his touches felt more intrusive. As Aami squeezed each of her ass cheeks with his hands, he would slip his fingers inside her panty, and touch the middle of her ass.
She had never been touched by men like that. And now, having a hand brush past her ass hole, while another fondled her breasts, excited Roli. She knew she drew the attention of men, but seeing two men hungrily trying to get a piece of her, made her pussy tingle.
It didn’t take long for Roli to be entirely naked in front of men for the very first time. Raju tried to pull her bra cups down to expose her breasts, but they were too snug around her breasts. Amir helped his friend, by unclasping her bra in a swift go.
Roli was letting things happen to her. She didn’t participate in any of the things that were being done to her. She had her hands lying limp by her side, as her bra was taken off and her panty was peeled off.
The room felt colder then, and yet the four hands on her body, trying to touch the whole of her at once, made her body burn. Her breasts felt hot being massaged roughly, without grace, and without gentleness. Her nipples had hardened by the time the bra was off.
“Wow,” she heard Raju say as he cupped her bare breasts for the first time. He held each of Roli’s breasts in his hand and squeezed them so that her nipples pop out.
When he took her nipples in his mouth for the first time, Roli had to open her eyes. It hurt because Raju sucked on them hard. But it was also the first time someone was doing that to her. She could see Raju’s dirty curly hair, his head moving as he tried to push his entire face on her breasts, as he sucked her nipples.
Amir was busy with something that Roli would soon feel with greater intensity. Once her panties were off, Amir didn’t do anything out of the ordinary right away. He squeezed her bare ass, and ran his hands over her naked butt.
But soon, his fingers were between her legs. He found her slit and started running his finger across it.
Roli reacted for the first time since being in bed with two men. She winced. She winced at the feeling of Amir’s fingers rubbing the length of her pussy.
Encouraged, Amir stopped at her hole and started pressing.
Roli moaned and tried to move away, but Amir held her tightly by the shoulder, as he kept increasing the pressure on her hole trying to insert his finger inside her.
Right then, Raju moved away from sucking her and looked down at her crotch. He squeezed her belly, so hard that Roli let out a loud wince. And soon, he moved down to touch her clit, Roli put her hands on his shoulder to push Raju away.
But Raju didn’t budge. As Amir was inserting his finger inside the untouched pussy of Roli, Raju was trying to find her clit.
Roli wiggled her body, but she was between two men, who had paid to do anything to her.
With her breasts out and two pairs of hands in her pussy, she looked at Ramesh. He was seated on the chair, looking at what was happening to her on the bed. He didn’t smile. His expression was plain as if he was watching an interesting documentary. He looked straight into Roli’s eyes and then two her 18-year-old tits, bare and freshly sucked.
Of all the stimulation that Roli was getting, Ramesh’s eyes on her breast excited her. For the first time since being in the bed with two men, whom she had seen for the first time barely an hour before, Roli felt a tingle of pleasure.
In the hindsight, it is hard to tell if it was because Raju finally found her clit, and started rubbing it. Or it was Amir’s finger that finally penetrated her, knuckle deep. Or it was Ramesh looking at her naked breasts.
But Roli moaned.
The moan was guttural. It was a mix of pain and pleasure. Of shame and thrill. Of disgust and joy. All the three men in the room were completely clothed, and amongst them was Roli — young and naked. Roli didn’t feel shy at the time. Every inch of her body was bare, and yet, she was less shy than she was when Ramesh was sitting in front of her crotch and shaving her pussy.
And right then, she had to moan again.
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While Amir fucked her with his finger, Raju rubbed her clit. And together, the two men had managed to make her pussy warm. It was aching, being not used to any sort of penetration. But it was a sweet ache. Raju’s circling around her clit had made her progressively wet, and now it didn’t hurt so much, as Amir’s hard long fingers touched her insides.
Amir kept wiggling his finger inside her as if to scratch the insides of her pussy. Whatever they both did, it worked. Roli, with her hands on Raju’s shoulder, bent forward, to let herself be touched, her naked breasts were touching Raju’s thick curly hair.
She moaned again. She had closed her eyes, and let only the sensations of her pussy drive her. She was still scared. Being touched by a man, let alone two men, still felt uncomfortable, but whatever they were made her heart beat faster, her breathing labored, and her knees weak.
Roli’s hair had gotten loose. Her bun kept swinging from side to side, as she struggled to find a position where she can enjoy Amir’s finger the best. She felt her inner thighs get goosebumps, her nipples tightening more than they ever had before.
Suddenly, Amir’s finger left her pussy. She threw her eyes open. Raju raised his face, and kissed her breasts. She saw him smile, his teeth yellow, and a contrast to his dark face. His smile wasn’t warm. Roli couldn’t find the word for it at the time. But years of whoring will teach her, that’s the smile a man who has paid for your body gets when he knows that he has paid less for all the things he was getting.
“She’s ready,” Amir said. Roli turned to look at her. He had gotten off the bed and unbuckled the belt of his jeans. Raju gave a light bite at her nipple. Her mouth gaped, but she kept looking at Amir, seeing him drop his jeans down and finally get out of his underwear.
It was the second-ever hard dick that Roli was looking at. But it was unlike the old withered dick of her mausa’s. Amir’s erection was strong. As he stepped out of his jeans, Roli saw his dick dangle. His dickhead, pink and angry. Raju bit her hard, that time on her breasts. She felt like she will bleed. She winced in pain, and looked at him. Her hand instinctively went to his head, inside his thick curly hair. Raju took it as encouragement and bit her again, on her other tit.
When she looked back at Amir, he had taken off his tee shirt, and stood there. He was lean, with no trace of fat. He had a soft tuft of hair on his crotch. She looked at his dick, as he stroked it.
And without warning or ceremony, he reached for Roli, held her by her waist and pulled her away. Raju still had some skin of her breast between his teeth. Roli cried in pain, “Ouch, please —” she said.
That’s when she felt a slap on her ass.
She drew a sharp breath and moaned. “No, please —”
She was spanked again. She tried to turn her head back, but Raju roughly grabbed her face and kept it from turning. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Amir stroking his dick, and looking at her ass.
“Lie her down. I want to see her face, as I enter her,” Amir said.
Raju held her throat. Roli’s eyes widened. She immediately held his wrist, but she didn’t get the time to protest. Raju held her throat and pushed her backward by it.
Roli was on her back, in the middle of the bed, when she felt the grip around her ankles. Raju still had a firm grip around her neck, his rough dark hands, covering her neck. Roli started panicking when Raju started tightening his squeeze.
“Ramesh…Please,” Roli managed to say, with whatever little air Raju was allowing for her. She tried to lift her head, to look at Ramesh. Raju let her lift her head a little, only to push her down harder on the bed. Roli winced in surprise. She struggled with her arms flaying, trying to push up. Her legs were dangling from the edge of the bed after she was pulled by her ankles. She couldn’t see anything, except Raju’s dark face, smiling. As he strangled her with one hand, he squeezed her breasts with the other.
Her breasts pained from the rough squeezes by the rough hands of Raju. Her legs ached from dangling. But more importantly, she was scared, because of the tight grip around her throat. And the fact that she couldn’t hear or see Ramesh.
“Raju, go on easy on her, it’s her first time,” Roli heard Ramesh say. She tried to raise her head, only to be pinned to the bed, held by her throat.
“That’s why it’s so much fun. I wish I could fuck her without a condom,” Raju said smiling. He licked her chin, coming very close to kissing her. Their lips never touched each other. When Raju leaned forward to do it, he increased the pressure on her throat by a little bit. Roli flayed her arms again, her naked breasts wobbling because of her struggle.
All this happened for only a minute — from Roli on her knees, getting her naked ass spanked, to being on her back, with her legs dangling from the bed, and her throat being choked. It was one of the longest minutes of Roli’s life.
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You won’t forget your first, that’s what they say. It’s a cliche. It’s a cliche because it’s true.
The first time Roli was penetrated, she was on her back, with one man squeezing her throat, her legs dangling, her hands flailing and thrashing the bed, and the other man, laughing at her screams of pain.
Roli was looking up at the ceiling when she felt Amir’s dick between her legs. He was rubbing it around her slit.
“Do you think she needs the lube?” she had heard Ramesh ask.
She had felt a finger roughly entering her, and then Amir declared, “She’s wet enough,” before starting to rub his dick around her slit.
“Raise her head,” Amir said.
And just like that, Roli was propped up, Raju kept his grip around her throat, and the other hand behind her head, to keep her fixed.
Roli saw between her legs, Amir's hard dick, covered in the condom that Ramesh had bought earlier in the day with her. Amir stroked his dick through the translucent condom, squeezing the base of his dick, and dangling it as it rubbed it around her slit.
Ramesh was standing beside him, his arms akimbo, studying the situation, rather than witnessing it. He didn’t look up from Roli’s crotch to look into her eyes. If he had, he would have seen betrayal. He would have seen helplessness. He would have seen nervousness.
Roli’s senses were in hyperdrive. She extended her arms to rest herself, to support her as she was held propped up, see her first penetration.
Amir, with his dick in one hand, and the other around her slit, parting it, entered her.
Roli hadn’t felt the kind of pain she felt that day, although she would do much more painful things in her life of whoring. Sex is the most natural thing in the world, and yet, that first time for Roli was much more painful than all the unnatural things she would do later in her life.
The 18-year-old screamed in pain, and howled, as Amir pushed in, inch by inch inside her. All the men were quiet, looking at her, screaming, and punching the bed, as Amir’s dick entered her. Her naked breasts jiggled as she struggled, her nipples hard, her firm young breasts protesting along with Roli.
Roli tried to pull away, but the moment Amir feel her pull away, he held her by her thighs. He dug his fingers and held her thighs in place, with a grip as heavy as an anvil.
Roli watched between her legs, as Amir’s dick kept disappearing inside her, inch by inch. Every inch was painful.
When Amir was entirely inside her, he let her thighs go and instead held her by her waist.
“Uff. She’s really tight,” Amir remarked, to the men in the room.
“Ah, now I wish I hadn’t spent that money on Urmi last week,” Raju said, chuckling and squeezing her throat.
Roli kept moaning, in pain, as the men talked about her.
And without notice, Amir started fucking her.
The first thrust was more painful to the penetration. The alien feeling of having a dick inside her, being overpowered held by the throat, by a man almost twice her size, and getting fucked in front of Ramesh — all the things confused Roli.
In the second thrust, she was looking down, when she saw Amir’s dick disappear inside her in one swift motion, only to appear again for the third stroke. As Amir’s pubic bone hit hers, Roli closed her eyes and tried to relax her body.
But it was hard to relax in a situation like that. Being fucked for the first time, Roli’s pussy was burning in pain. She tried to think of all the girls she had seen in the videos she watched, moaning in pleasure. There was no pleasure for Roli. She felt Raju’s tongue on her breasts, his teeth biting her nipples as he sucked on them.
She realized that when Amir was done with her, Raju will fuck her. She imagined his heavy body over him, his dark dick fucking her. She imagined the same kind of pain.
That’s when Roli broke down, howling in pain and fear.
But Amir didn’t stop fucking her. If anything, he increased how hard he fucked Roli. He dig his fingers into Roli’s side and put his knees on the bed so that he could fuck her deeper.
Roli’s cries wavered, only because of the jerk in her body. She had her hands on Raju’s head, as he was sucking her nipples. Her eyes were shut tight, as she took her first fucking.
She felt a hand on her forehead. It wasn’t rough like Raju’s, it wasn’t probing like Amir’s. Roli opened her eyes, to see Ramesh by the side of the bed, caressing her forehead. He caressed her forehead with his thumb and ran his finger across her eyebrows. If Roli didn’t look down, and if her lower body didn’t feel the sensation of two men consuming her, it was an almost loving caress by Ramesh.
She gulped hard and tried to control herself. Her eyes were wet with tears, her pussy was wet from fucking, and her nipples were with Raju’s slobbering mouth. She looked at Ramesh’s face and pursed her lips.
Ramesh leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
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