I was making an assignment for my job. My promotion was ahead, and the work pressure was much higher than other weeks. Due to typing for a long time on my laptop, I felt eye strain and left it on the sofa and got up. It was 11:30 p.m.
My parents went to my maternal uncle’s house for arrangements for his son’s marriage. Aman, my elder brother, came back from Gujarat only for his marriage, and still I’m sitting and working here as an unmarried man.
Though I never show any interest in marriage because of my lusty nature and satisfactions, I’ve already gone through a series of incidents. Therefore, my parents never pressured me.
However, I couldn’t have enough energy to think all about this; the more I was exploring my memory, my headache was increasing. My dinner was kept ready on the table, and everyone went to sleep in their room.
The dining room was empty, a cool air was coming, and a cold wind was wondering throughout the room. It was midwinter, the month of early January. I enjoyed the calm environment while eating; within half an hour I was ready to sleep.
I was feeling a bad headache due to eye strain and went to my room. So, as soon as I lay on the bed, I slept. My workload was constantly affecting my sleep, and it was happening throughout this week. Whenever I slept, I saw a dream of pending assignments, and my sleep cycle was breaking up.
The night wasn’t exceptional. I could see that I was failing to complete those assignments on time, and my promotion was going far. That was ironic, but suddenly my sleep broke. I woke up to drink some water.
After drinking water, I didn’t feel enough dizziness to sleep, and I turned on my phone again to call someone. Though my headache wasn’t gone, the short sleeping time gave me enough relief.
As soon as I turned on the internet, I found ten messages and a missed call from Miss Poorva, the lady with whom I had a threesome a year ago. However, our relationship had become less sexual, and we had two or three sexual encounters after the hotel; that’s it.
It was some of her hot photos in lingerie that she had sent to me around 12:30 a.m. and gave a missed call. I called her back, but she was busy in a call with someone else. I guessed her situation and decided not to disturb her further.
I started searching for other contacts who might be awake. Suddenly I found a contact with whom I had an interaction two and a half years ago. It was maid Chumki. Yes, that fucking sexy girl. I took a chance to call her.
I felt so nervous while the call was ringing, and finally a lady received it. It was not the voice of Chumki, but some other lady.
She said, “Hello.” To whom do you want it?
I said, “Hello, is it Chumki?” Where is she? Please give her the phone.
After ten to fifteen seconds, suddenly Chumki’s voice came from another side. She asked, “Hello, who are you?”
I replied with joy, “Hello, Chumki, this is Akash speaking. How are you?” Where are you now?”
Her voice also expressed her glad feeling. She said, “Chote Babuji?” You? Oh god! After so long a time. Say, how do you remember me? I almost forgot, didn’t I?
Me: No, Chumki, I’m under pressure now; that’s why I couldn’t call you. Tell me, how are you? What about your family?
Chumki: A pressure that has kept you far from me for over 2 years—is this Chote Babuji?
Me: No, Chumki, trust me, I was really under pressure since the last two years were my early phase in my job; now I’m going to be promoted soon. You skip my second question. How is your family?
Chumki: Yes, all is well, but everything has been changed, Babuji. My husband died last year due to excessive drinking of alcohol, and the source of income has been lost.
Me: So pathetic, feeling sorry, Chumki. Are you ok now? I mean your health and your family’s health?
Chumki: Why, Babuji? (Her voice became lusty.) To claim my body again? Well, my health is ok, Babuji, and how can my health deteriorate after taking a big black banana? (She smiles aloud.)
Me: Hey, don’t shout! Are you mad? Isn’t that lady beside you, the one who received the phone at first?
Chumki: Let her listen to our conversation, Babuji. That pleasure you gave me was undeniable. I’m really thankful to you. Even my husband never did, I told you before.
She halted a little bit and told me again, “Babuji?” Can we meet tomorrow for some spicy experience again?”
I was just waiting for such offerings and replied to her without a second thought, “Ok, where do you live?”
Chumki: I will message you. Until then, see an erotic video, Babuji, a video made by me recently. I’m sure your pants will be wet immediately. (She smiled again.)
Me: Well, send me both, your address and your eroticism.
She cut the call, and I took a break by leaving my phone on the bed. It was almost 12:30 a.m., and I was busy sexting with Chumki. I drank a glass of water and came back to my phone. There was a WhatsApp notification. Quickly I clicked on it. There was an address and a video. I downloaded that and started watching.
That was so incredible. She was taking a bath and at the same time rubbing her wet pussy; the phone was held by her with a hand. In the video, she was taking her phone so close that I could get a clear view of her wet cunt. This was nothing but masturbating. She was fingering so roughly. Her body was shaking continuously, and her fingers were entering deep, just like a cuckoo. Soon she took the camera far and pissed on the lens.
I was so hard that I grabbed the cock and started stroking as rough as Chumki was rubbing her greedy cunt. Soon I realize that Chumki wants me to fuck her again; she is craving it. I had found a new opportunity again, so without wasting my cum, I poured my cock inside the pant.
On the next morning, after doing breakfast, I reached out of her house. The loss of her source of income was reflected in the house. An old house, in some areas the bricks had come out from the cementing plasters. There was a cracked wooden door, and I knocked on it.
The door was opened, and Chumki appeared. She said, “Babuji, come inside.”
Her body was really changed, as I saw her nude bathing video yesterday. Her body had changed to a thin shape but not chubby. Her rounded boobs and ass became bigger than when I saw her two years ago. In this age of chumki, changing figure shape is so tough, but it looked really impressive, even sexier.
By entering inside, she asked to sit on a chair, and she also sat in front of me on another chair.
Chumki:- Will you like to take a cup of tea, babuji?
I teased her, “No, I want to drink milk instead of tea, warm milk.”
Chumki :- Do you want to drink milk? Now? Then, come closer drink this milk.
By saying this, she pulled down the hem of her saree and the green blouse was visible to me. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and sweaty boobs were exposed infront of me. It was large saggy boobs with dark nipples. She crooked me.
Me :- Isn’t there anyone in this house except us?
Chumki :- Nope. (She smiled and crooked again.)
I was ready for all kind of movement and this was one of my early thoughts. Even I had a thought of banging her hard on her bed. I pressed her boobs tightly and started sucking those titties. Those were so soft as sponges, I tried milking from that as when sucking wildly.
When I saw her titties were filled with heavy sweat and saliva, I left her boobs. The saliva was dripping all over her saree and petticoat.
She wiped off her boobs with the blouse and gazed on me with a bright and happy face. She said, “Come tonight babuji. Presently, I will go out for some work and at night, my house will be vacant. You just have to wait out of the house, I may have leave for market and will come back before 9 p.m. ”
I stood up and said, “Fine seeing you tonight, my fairy.”
She told me to wait outside beacuse, she would go to market to purchase some groceries. After reaching out of her house, I found the gate wasn’t lock but the curtain was hanging there. I thought she might have came back, so without wasting time I entered in her house.
There were only two rooms and a attached kitchen but no washroom there, because the washroom was just beside out of the house. I saw thia condition before when I came for the first time. After entering from the main gate, I reached at the main room but chumki wasn’t there. Just a bulb was hanging on the wall and a switch box beside it.
I knew about their poverty from the very first day but couldn’t make a sense that how she became so wealthy even after no maintainance or repairment of the house. The answer could be her whore and slutty nature. Her sexual activities were the source of her income, because after retrenchment she might not have found a job.
So at that time I was standing in a whore’s house but couldn’t change my decision to leave out. Chumki called me after 2 years and only I knew her secret, even none of her family, so nothing to shame infront of her. I went to the next room and found the room neat and clean comparing to the first room.
A chair, an almira and some boxes were there and the most important thing a single bed with a ragged sheet on it. I rub my palm on it and found so many semen stains on it, spreaded everywhere. That made me a sense of her source of income and her family might knew this. She became a sex worker.
Suddenly a sound of closing the door was happened and I guessed it was chumki. I came out of the room and asked, “Why so late? Do you know from how long I’m waiting out of your house?”
As the room was darkened I couldn’t saw her face and she didn’t answer me but push to that room. As soon as the light reflected on her face, her face appeared. Oh god! To whom I said this, it was not chumki but someone else. I pretend like nothing happened and immediately tried to move out of the room.
She stopped me by holding my arms, “New customer of chumki, right? Well, I will give you pleasure and satisfaction just less than the cost she charged.”
By saying this she started to open her saree, she didn’t take my permission and thought I was Chumki’s customer. I could clearly understood that the whole alley might have turned into a space of sex worker but it wasn’t before a year ago.
I hesitated :- No madam, not like that, you may have a mistake, I didn’t know… Ahh!
She pushed me on the bed and told, “What you didn’t know sir? Well, leave everything, now focus on the work. I don’t like distraction during serving a customer. Suck my boobs, sir, here it is.”
She moved close to me as she had finished to unbutton the blouse and it was a massive tight boobs, totally dark brown in colour. Her saree was still tied on her waist but the boobs were exposed.
She told, “Please take it sir, please do it fast.”
I thought she might have other customers, would be waiting in her house. Before I could thought more about her, she held my head and pressed her boobs on my face.
She moaned “Ummm… Ahh..feeling warm?”
I have no other choice than to take her offer. As an expert on this task, I hold her boobs tightly and started sucking one by one. Her nipples were darker than boobs, dark black. However, I sucked her boobs, but smelled like fishy and already used by another customer I didn’t show interest to suck for a long time.
She opened the remaining portion of the saree and lay on the bed. She said, “Enter your cock sir.”
I said, “Give me a condom, I didn’t take it. I need lubricant and most importantly for protection. ”
She replied, “I am not carrying condom, do without it, nothing will happen, I serve 3-5 people per day, still safe..”
I said in rage, “Why are you talking like shits? I never fuck withoit condom. Bring it or leave me.”
She managed me and said, “Ok calm down, relax. Chumki could have store some condoms there on the almira, go and check but please go fast.”
I said, ” Good. ”
After searching for a minute I found a locker and it was opened the bundle of keys were hanging from the lock. There was a lots of condoms including flavoured, non – flavoured. I took a dotted non flavoured condom and came back on the bed.
She asked, “what happened, didn’t find?”
Me by showing the condom, “here it is.”
She said, “You got it, now wear it and do fast.”
Me while wearing the condom after some strokes, asked her, “why are you in hurry? Have some many customers waiting on your room?”
She replied, “No, but after you, I will call some others for serving.
I asked, “It was not a sex worker’s alley before, was it?”
She didn’t care about my shit talk and pulled my naked hip closer to her, took my cock, and set it over her cunt. She said, “Now thrust.”
I pushed her further to the middle of the bed and then entered the whole cock and kept pressurizing her pussy deep inside. Then, gradually as I increased my pace, I bent and lay on her body to increase my hip’s movement.
She moaned so loudly, but I knew here everyone knew what’s happening in this house. On each powerful thrust deep inside her cunt, she started crying so loudly, like she had never been pumped in such a way. The thud of skins was so loud and harsh. Her pussy became wet, and the sticky mess was filling my balls and cock as well.
I was teasing her pussy with so many techniques like no other customer could have ever given her. I was whirling, pressing sometimes and even changing the pace sometimes. Then once I woke up, I pulled her legs up, just beside my abs. By holding it in such a way, I kept pounding.
While pounding her in the next position, a notification came on my phone, and it rang. By continuing that, I took my phone to check it, but the woman got angry and took it and threw it on the other side of the bed.
She said, “I’m serving you without distraction, and you’re distracting me . Why?” Who is the fucking guy disturbing you? Do what you’re doing.”
I sped up in rage, and with hard thrusts, her body was shaking up. I said, “That’s my personal matter; you’re a fucking whore, may not have any true urgency, take my fucking cock, ahh… Ahh!”
The whole bed was shaken up, and meanwhile someone knocked at the door, and my body felt a quick shock.
I said, “Oh god! Now who is it? New customer of Chumki?”
She said, “I don’t know, but I was alarming you for this reason: naturally, within 10-15 minutes every customer is changed, and this is the early night period; peak hours are starting from here. Oh, shit! Someone is knocking repeatedly. Do it fast and finish here.”
I pulled out my cock. “I never in such a way. Now, once my concentration is broken, I can’t finish immediately.” It’s your fault because I’m not in your house. Go and check who it is.”
I opened my condom from my erected cock and came down from the bed.
Without any further argument, she wore her saree loosely without a blouse and went to the next room for checking. At that time I wore my underwear, and just when I was preparing to wear the pants, I heard a well-known voice. It was Chumki; she came back and shouted at that woman.
Chunki said, “Why are you here, Sumana?” With whom the fuck were you fucking, huh? Answer me.”
She was afraid and said, “No, no, actually it was your customer, but I felt so greedy.”
She started walking to this room, and I was so afraid. She said, “Let me see.”
After entering in this room, “Whoa!!” Chote babuji, you? You’re here. Oh my god! I asked you to wait outside.”
At that time a sound of closing the door came; I thought Sumana had gone. I replied to her, “No, Chumki, don’t think me wrong; I am telling you everything.”
She stopped me and said, “I don’t want to hear anything; you please leave my room now.”
I tried to convince her, “Listen, Chumki, you’ve a misunderstanding; she did it forcefully, I swear.”
Chumki: Oh, then you are a child. She did, and you helped her? Didn’t it? Actually, you Babu culture always punish us like whores.
Me in a shout: Chumki?? I never did this; I’ve not even ejaculated for you.
Chumki: Oh, is this? Why didn’t? You fucked some other and want to cum on my face? You’re a slut, slutty babuji.
She tore up her kurta and pajama by saying, “After all of this, you loved to fuck Sumana?” Huh? This greedy cock has been entered in that nasty dark cunt. I need to clean it up; I must do it. Sit down, Babuji, sit on the bed.”
She pushed me on the bed, and I sat on the edge. She took it inside her mouth and moaned, “Ahhh… Ummm!” Her sucking was so rough and fast. She was taking it in and out and spitting and stroking.
Me: Chu… Chumki, I don’t know anything about how this all happened, trust me, ahh ahh…
By pulling out from her mouth, “Umm… Ahh! Shut up, shut your fucking mouth, or I will bite on your nasty cock. Let me clean it properly.
Me: Ahh… I’m coming, chumki. Ahh, move out from your mouth. I don’t…
She said, “Come on my face; I want a facial with it.”
She didn’t listen to me, and after a final stroke, it all exploded on her face. I moaned and let out a long breath through my mouth. I saw she was still stroking then until the final drop of cum came out. All over her face was filled with thick and sticky white cum, and she was rubbing my cock on her lips and cheeks.
She stood up and kissed me. The semen was dripping from her face, and it was rubbed off on my face too. The fishy smell and the sticky mess were so erotic that I didn’t know how long she and I continued it, but at a time when I left her lips, I saw all the cum dripping off and spread all over her boobs and belly.
Me: Thank you, Chumki. After so many long days, we have met, and you gave me an expert service.
Chumki: I didn’t forget about your mistake, Babuji. It will take time to repair the wound of trust that you have broken. I gave you the remaining service, so you better leave now from my house; everything is done.
Me: Trust in what? Chumki, you should trust me now, don’t you?
As I tried to get closer to her, she pushed me away and said again, “Leave, babuji, please go.”