Neha Became Whore 8211 Part1
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My Journey As A Whore – Part I free porn video
Hi, my name is Sweta and i want to tell you my story of how i ended up being such a well liked (and used) whore.
But before we go there, there are some things you need to know about me, and how I am today. First, I am a slut. Second, i am a nympho slut, and am very easy to get aroused sexually. Third, I am a owned nympho slut, and my “husband”, who is a respectable businessman and married to another respectable woman, is the owner, and sends me around. I am kind of like his mistress. Sounds strange? well this is my journey from being a good little sub-urban girl to how i am today.
Well, like I said, my name is Sweta, and i am a Telugu girl brought up in a sub-urban town in AP. Our family was big. There were my parents, 3 elder brothers and me. All my brothers were quite older than me, and were already married. They all used to live in the same house with us, so it was quite busy household.
That is where the normalcy of my family ends. Because, all the men in my family were quite addicted to drinking, gambling, partying, and the frustrations of losing in gambling were taken out on the wives. But of all their vices, their most favorite was their addiction to sex.
Almost every week they used to go to the town bar to gamble with other lowly people lurking around. They never worried about what they bet, as long as there was a game on. Like the big Mahabharat betting game, they never even thought back to even bet the time with their wives. They loved winning this bet, so that they can have a night with someone’s wife. They enjoyed those times quite often and never kept it a secret either. My dad and brothers often boasted their exploits at home to each other, in front of their wives without any shame, and openly talked about their sexual ideas. Even when I am around.
But where there is winning, there is also losing; Many times, my bhabhis had to go to bed with strangers from the bars. They never thought how my bhabhis would feel about it. They even went as far as talk with the man about how their wife was in bed the next morning. Like i said, shameless.
After all, they learnt it from our dad. He bet my mother many times, and sent her along with other men a lot. Mom and dad said, one such encounter with a group that won her for a week resulted in me.
Since i was not his daughter, my dad never took much interest in me when growing up. Mom said, my dad never wanted another child after 3 boys, but only agreed when he found out that i was a girl. Well, go figure why he must have changed his mind.
When I asked my mother and bhabhis how they felt about being used that way, they used to just smile and pat my cheek. I never understood it. Until i grew older that is.
I was seventeen years old when I was initiated on my journey! It was as normal as any other day that i came home from my college. But that one day, the house was locked. You have to understand that with so many people living in the same house, a locked house is very strange. There was also a note stuck in the lock. I pulled it out and read it:
“Gone to the market. Keys in Sharma uncle’s house. Go and take”
It was not signed, but i recognized my mother’s writing. I hesitated for a bit if I want to go to Sharma uncle’s house or not.
Well, you have to understand that with the men in my family so shameless, our family already had the reputation of a whore house in the town. So, since i started showing signs of womanhood, people took a lot of notice in me. Besides, with the men of my house the way they are, I knew why the people, especially outside men, took so much notice of me.
Sharma uncle also was one of the men who stared at me very often. And since he lives in the house upstairs from ours, It was even more easy for him to watch me when I go out, or working around the house. Uncle used to stare at me, and sometimes wink or even make sexual signs at me. I told my mom (since dad never bothered to talk to me) about uncles behavior, but she just used to smile at me and kiss my forehead and tell me that i am becoming a beautiful girl, and it is common for men to be interested in her.
Last week, I went up to my roof to pick our clothes, and saw uncle doing something i didn’t expect him to. He was holding one of my panties around his hard cock, jerking it up and down, and another in his other hand, held to his face, rubbing it on his face. i was so surprised to see this that i didn’t make a sound, and kept staring wide eyed from the stairs.
I continued watching him rub his cock with my panties and smelling the other panties, till he made a lot of grunting and moaning sounds. I knew he was cumming, and was a bit disgusted to know that his cum was now all over my panties. When he was done, he threw both the panties down and walked off to his stairs.
I was disgusted to see his wet cum all over my panties, and felt even more violated with i thought, that he might have done this many times before, without me realizing it. But at some level, it also made me feel something like happiness and satisfaction. I just did not understand what to think of it. Nevertheless, I kept the cum stained panties in my closet, and never threw it away.
That incident definitely made me aware that i played a lot in uncle Sharma’s mind when he played with himself. So that was the reason i was hesitant to go to his house at 6:00 in the evening for keys, when I knew he was alone. But what can i do?
So i went upstairs to his house and rang the bell.
“Who is it???”, Uncle shouted from inside. The way he slurred showed he was drinking. I thought of turning around that instant. But something made me stop and answer. Maybe that was destiny!
“Its me, Uncle. Sweta” I answered.
“Oh! Come in”, he shouted.
I was hesitant, and opened the door and went into the hall. He was sitting on sofa drinking. He saw me and smiled. Even before i smiled back, his gaze went down and stared at my body. I was wearing a white tshirt and black knee length skirt that day.
“Hello sweta, i was waiting when you would come” he said licking his lips. I didn’t know what he meant, but thought he was drunk, and talking nonsense.
“Umm uncle, did my mother give keys to my house?” I asked him.
“Keys?” he said looking confused. Then like he remembered something, he smiled and noded. “Yes. They are somewhere. See where they are for yourself” he said taking another sip from his glass.
I didn’t know where to start, but knew he wasn’t in any position to search himself, so i looked around the room on tables and what not. I made my way to the next room and saw that it was his bed room. I walked over to the table at the other end, past his bed, to see if he put the keys there.
I heard a slam and looked back to see uncle Sharma standing at the door… and the door was closed!
“Uncle”, I cried.
“Saali, kitni chikni ho gayi ho” He said licking his lips.He was staring at me with obvious lust in eyes, like I was a candy ..
I was very scared, and ran to the door. But he held me and pushed be back. “Where are you going little slut. You are mine now”
I didn’t like what he was saying, and begged, “Uncle, please what are you doing? Let me go”
“Oh I will, Sweta. As soon as I am done with you”. He said rubbing his crotch, looking at me with lust.
He came on to me, held my hair and pulled me to his face and kissed my lips.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHH” I shouted, pushing him away. But he was very strong. He held me easily and pushed me down on bed. He slapped me on cheek when i opened mouth to shout again. He kept slapping me whenever i opened mouth.
“Shut up, slut. After so many days of teasing me, today you are mine. I will not let you go without fucking you hard”
His words made me shudder, but i kept pleading with tears. His one hand grabbed my tshirt, tore it, and with his other hand, he grabbed my skirt. He pushed his hand up my legs under skirt and gropped around on my legs, and pussy. I kept crying. He grabbed my panties so hard that they tore, but he didnt stop there. he started rubbing my pussy.
“Oh you dirty slut! your cunt is soo wet already. what do you have to complain?” He leered.
He was correct in a way. I was definitely scared, and i never expected my first sex to be like this. But i could also feel something in my tummy. and it made me feel like moaning… not crying.
He pulled my bra so hard that the elastic broke and exposed my tender boobs to his mercy. They were small, about 32, and milky fair. He attacked them aggresively. He sucked on one boob and squeesed the other hard enough to make me cry out in pain.
“Stop” I kept shouting, but he never did. He tore my skirt and panties off and stood over me, admiring my body, while i could just roll into my legs and cry. I didnt see what he was doing, but from the sound of it, he got undressed and attacked me again.
He pried my legs apart and rubbed his hard cock on my pussy. i tried so hard to stop him, or close my legs, but he slapped me all over so much that i felt weak.
He pushed his cock in my pussy slowly, while holding my hands above my head. i felt my hymen break, and pain shot through my body.
“Ahh”. But that made uncle smile at me and started rhythmically going in and out of my wet pussy.
I do not remember when i stopped struggling, or when he left my arms and held my waist, but after a few minutes, i realized, i was moaning loudly, while uncle Sharma fucked rhythamically in my pussy.
“Fucking Whore. You have fucking whore blood in you cunt. you are destined to be used by men for their pleasure. Don’t struggle, cunt. You are just doing what you are here for.”
I simply did not reply, while he talked dirty about me and all the women in my family.
Even though i knew i was getting fucked by uncle, i could not stop myself from enjoying the sensations coursing through my body. It caused my tummy and abdomen to shiver in pleasure with every stroke of his big hard cock inside my pussy. I could feel all the folds and ends of his cock inside me, and i could feel it rubbing on all the right folds inside my pussy as well. It just made me light headed and moaning.
After what seemed like an hour, he grunted and fell down on me hard gasping. I knew why immediately, as I felt something warm trickle into my pussy. I knew Uncle Sharma just cummed inside my pussy.
I lay there under Uncle for as long as he kept me there. I did not even remember when i stopped struggling, and accepted that I am getting fucked by my neighbor. He got off me and staggered over to the door. I did not stop to even collect my clothes, but ran away. Thankfully, someone with keys came home, and i was in my room without meeting anyone.
Next morning, i tearfully told my mom and dad what happened to me at Uncle Sharma’s house. They heard expressionlessly. I held my mother as my dad went out and called Uncle down to my house.
“This is the time for retribution” I thought “I hope dad hits him”
When Uncle came down, he had the gall to look at me and smile. I felt angry, but didn’t say anything. Dad was angry for me.
Dad looked at him angryly, and said, “Sweta told me what you did”
He nodded.
Dad asked angryly, ” You were not supposed to fuck her cunt! That was a virgin cunt, and worth Rs. 15000 more than what you won in the gamble”.
“What?” I shouted, but no one turned to me. even my mom was holding me.
“Sorry, saab. I got carried away.” He said smiling, “That cunt was sooo nice, I couldn’t stop. I will pay of course. But i want that cunt and her body a few more times”
Dad smiled and shook his hand as I realized that i am also made into one of his gambling bets, and am now his whore.
For some reason, that didn’t hurt me as much as I would have thought it would. Maybe Uncle Sharma was right. That I have a whore blood in me, and am destined to keep satisfying guys with my body and cunt. And if the pleasure I remembered while I got fucked was anything to go by, that isn’t so bad now, is it?
Let me know what you think, my email is Just don’t expect me to meet you though :)
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