The story goes back to 2021, when I was a 19-year-old student. I wasn’t attending college; it was a gap year I had to take to prepare for college entrance exams. I lived with my parents and a younger brother, and I was a virgin.
I was so desperate to lose my virginity that I created an anonymous Instagram account for that purpose. It was private, but once I set my nudes as the profile picture, it started gaining attention. My DMs were filled with men and guys texting me 24/7, and I was loving the attention.
Now all I had to do was choose a suitable partner. I shuffled through many DM requests and saw this guy’s account – he had his age in his bio, thankfully. Thirty-two. And he was married. How did I know? He had a picture of himself and his wife as his DP.
“Interesting,” I thought, because older men are always fun.
I replied to his DM without any delay and found out he was from a nearby locality. I told him I was 19 and just wanted to lose my virginity, and he obliged, of course. We texted for a few minutes, exchanging details, when he asked me to show my body fully. So I took some nudes and sent them to him. He couldn’t believe how a nineteen-year-old could have such a body and asked me to video call. I hesitated a bit, so he asked me not to show my face but just my curves. I obliged and called him.
He picked up, and there I was, sitting on my knees in all my glory for him to see what I had to offer – I wasn’t wearing anything!
His camera was off, but the mic was on. I heard him curse, “For fuck’s sake, is that you???” I blushed at that validation.
Mind you, I am a 38-30-42 girl, a real treat for anyone in this world. And I like getting complimented and commented on my body because that’s just who I am.
Anyway, back to the story.
I could hear him panting loudly – he was taking deep breaths.
“Uh, can you stand up and move your body a bit?” I did as asked.
I came close to the camera, showed off my boobs, turned around, and twerked my ass to tease him.
“Behen ki.. kya maal hai..” I cut the call immediately. I felt like a hoe. Guilt crept in.
He texted and asked me when and where we could meet. I was scared because this was it. I could finally lose my virginity and get started with my hoe phase.
After a 20-minute discussion, it was set that coming Saturday, I would meet him at a hookah bar, and from there, we’d decide where to fuck.
It was already fun talking with him because he was older and had an authoritative tone. I had started calling him daddy, and he called me sweet names.
Saturday: I told my folks I was off to a friend’s birthday and got ready. I was wearing a black tank top and ripped jeans, only to be naked by the end of it all.
I entered the bar — it was a shady place, not much crowd as it was only 6 pm. I saw the guy — man, he was in his everyday t-shirt and shorts, wow, such effort.
You’re just his hoe, babe. He must’ve lied to his wife to come and fuck you, chill.
He spotted me, we said our greetings, and sat down to discuss further.
“Shakal se itni bholi ho madam..” I was too shy to say anything and just gave him a small smile.
“Uh.. kahan jaayenge hum?”
“Badi jaldi hai..”
“We both know there’s no emotional connect here anyway.”
“True that.”
“Toh phir straight to the point… mere ghar chalein? My wife is out for tonight anyway. There’s no one home.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Wanna have a drink? Or anything else?”
“Um, I’m sorry… I’m really full right now.
“No worries. Upar terrace pe chalte hain… pehle tujhe thoda comfortable kar dunga.”
I was confused but went ahead anyway. There were two guards at the terrace entrance. They eyed both of us, mostly me from head to toe, shamelessly.
“Theek hai… jao, par jaldi karna.”
It was dark due to early winter. The terrace looked like some abandoned place; I thought a cafe was here. He took me to a dark corner and pinned me against the wall. He was breathing frantically against my neck while I made full eye contact.
“You’re so pretty and my God, beautiful body. How come you’re a virgin till now?”
“Academics.. plus I never really moved forward with any of my boyfriends… just made out a few times.”
“How many boyfriends?”
“Two.”
“And yet I’ll be the lucky one.”
I smiled playfully at that. He was fine…
“Kiss me?”
“Say ‘please, daddy’.”
“I- please kiss me, daddy,” I begged.
The sexual tension was too much. He pressed me more into the wall and kissed me ferociously. His hands moved everywhere on me while mine worked his hair.
He kissed me all the way down my neck to my boobs.
“Koi dekhega toh nahi?”
“Shhh bitch.”
He turned me around and made me face the wall. He then kissed my neck from the back while his hands unbuttoned my jeans and reached onto my panty.
“Ooo, you’re starting to get wet already.”
“Ahh daddy please..”
He got so charged up that he started rubbing on my ass from behind.
“Chalte hain na ab… we’re both in the mood.”
“Chup reh… mere se nahi hoga itna… wait. Udhar railing par ghum… chal..”
I couldn’t understand; he swiftly turned me around and bent me over the railing. I was now facing the road, and a few strangers sitting at and around the puncture shop down there.
Although it was dark enough, they could still watch girls getting railed on that terrace because they were eyeing me with so much lust and joy in their eyes.
“Oh my God! They’d have seen so many girls getting fucked up here,” I thought to myself.
And while I was having second thoughts about doing the deed here, this man pulled down my jeans along with the panties to the ground and pushed his fingers up my pussy real quick. They were cold but felt really good.
“Ahh,” I gasped.
“Un logo ko pata hai.. wo dekh rahein hain Dev-”
“Woh log roz dekhte hain kisi na kisi ko yahan pe… now lemme get down to work-”
“Um.. uh woh..”
“Shh!! Kitna bolti hai.” He fingered me more.
“But, protection?”
“Done already. Ab sunn.. dard hoga, react however you want, just don’t shout too loud. Tujhe maza bhi aayega baad mein.”
“Yeah..”
As much as I was worried about the pain, I still wanted that dick inside me. So I braced myself. He rubbed his dick on my entrance and teased me for a while.
I was loving the sensations so far. He then pulled up my tank top over my shoulders and placed it on my face, covering my mouth like a mask.
“Ab theek?” I nodded gratefully.
AND he then decided to unhook my bra. My boobs were on display for the five men I could see down the building. Great.
“Dev no-”
“Chup saali kutiya… un logo se meri deal hai..”
“What-?”
Without any further delay, he started to push his dick in my pussy. Stroke! Stroke! And inside!
“AHHHH!” I shouted and let out a moan too loud; people down there were having a show.
Oh God. As humiliating as all of it was, I’ve craved it all this while. He held my ass and balanced himself. He stroked gently for a few minutes and made me comfortable with this new feeling of having a dick inside me. It didn’t pain much, and now it was giving me pleasure too.
“Ahhh.. ahh” I let out muffled moans into the clothing on my mouth.
He now caressed both my boobs from behind, fondling my nipples gently.
“Ohh yeah, bitch… you’re so warm! Ahh!” He paced up now and started riding me like a proper bitch.
“Ahh, daddy.. ugh.. ohh…”
My boobs were dancing to his beats for the men down there. My legs were trembling with pain and pleasure for this man inside me. This was it. This was my moment. I had become a hoe.
A few more strokes later, Dev did a final hard stroke inside me and came to his high. I jolted forward; it was surreal.
He pulled out and threw the condom aside. I noticed a pile of used condoms there in the corner. So this was a fuckers’ spot.
He wore his jeans, buckled up and sat down on the ground. I breathed for a few seconds, started to relax, and turned over to get dressed when he said, “Ruk.”
“Um?”
“Pichhe ghum, and show your ass to those men down there.”
“I’m not doing that!” I almost shouted.
“Please, sweetie…. dikhao unhe jo woh dekhna chahte hain. Be a good hoe… come on, sweetie.”
I took a deep breath and stood on the platform to adjust my pussy for the people down there. I bent down a bit and twerked my ass along with my freshly fucked pussy.
“Ohh yeah bitch, twerk it! Twerk it! Yeah!! Hila saali raand.” He was enjoying it. The men enjoyed it. I was of some use now.
“Woh.. um.. aapke ghar nahi jaayenge ab?”
“Aur chudna hai tujhe?”
“Nahi… matlab, plan toh wohi tha na??”
“Be spontaneous, babygirl. Maza aaya na tujhe? This is what you wanted, right?”
“Haan.. aaya toh. Thoda thoda bura bhi laga I guess?”
“Bura kyun?”
“I don’t know.. woh log dekh rahe the shayad isliye.”
“Sach mein bura laga sweetie?”
“Uh.. I’m confused, to be honest. Matlab mujhe chahiye toh tha ye.. ki koi mujhe aise treat kare.”
“Bas toh phir.. abhi aur bhi bura lagwayenge tumhe. Yeh toh shuruwat thi.”
I got dressed while he ogled shamelessly.
“Chal… let’s go.”
I took a few steps and winced. There was a sharp pain down there.
“What happened?”
“Dard ho raha hai… I’m sore.”
“Ooh… did I do that?” That fucker had the biggest smirk on his face. “Chal ke dikha.”
I took a few more steps, stumbling. And then I walked all the way down the building, stumbling and in pain, while everyone gave me knowing stares.
I was fucked today, finally, and fucked really well. It was my time to be the best hoe.