Tinder Tragedy 8211 Part 2 On A Roadtrip To Nepal
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This is an experience from my friend Karan. He had been on a road trip to Nepal for some soul-searching adventures. The below story is presented from his POV.
Hi readers, this is Karan Mehta, a traveler, and explorer. I like to call myself a sexplorer. I visit different places and try to hook up with the local ladies. This gives me the local taste and also fulfills my burning desires.
I am always traveling on a budget. So hooking up with the locals gives me a free space to stay with food and accommodation.
I decided to visit Nepal for some adventure, trekking, and sex. I live in Ahmedabad. So I decided to take a flight to Delhi. From Delhi, I planned to rent a Royal Enfield bike and head towards Nepal by road.
While leaving my home, my maid showed me a pack of condoms that she had found in my room. I knew she wanted quick sex. She took me to the kitchen, and we had a quickie.
I boarded my flight and reached Delhi. It was 8 in the night, and I got a room in a hotel in Aerocity. It was a cheap hotel. It seemed to be a place for sex trafficking as I saw many couples coming and leaving. I had a bath and was about to go to sleep when I decided to find someone on Tinder.
I swiped right continuously and, within minutes, got matched to a 28-year-old prostitute. She was nearby, and I asked her to come to my room. She came to my room in half an hour.
Her name was Safiya. Safiya was fair, had long silky hair, and had put on bright red lipstick. She was wearing a burqa which she removed after entering the room. Under the burqa, she was wearing a red dress.
Safiya said, “Saheb, Rs. 1000 for an hour. Kissing Rs. 200 extra, and you have to use a condom.” Being a Gujarati, I had to negotiate. I brought down the price to Rs. 700 for 45 minutes of sex and kissing.
Safiya removed her dress, and I removed my clothes. She came near me, and we started kissing. I fucked Safiya in various positions for half an hour, after which I came. We were lying on the bed and talking.
Safiya: So Karan, what do you do?
Me: I am a traveler. What do you do apart from sex?
Safiya: I work at a spa, and at night, I have sex with strangers.
Me: Wow, you have sex every day!
Safiya: But everyone is not great as you. Many times I have to sleep with old men.
At this point, Safiya got a phone call. It was from one of her regular clients. She quickly wore her burqa and left in a jiffy without collecting her money. I felt happy about getting free sex.
The next day, I picked up a bike from a rental shop, loaded it, and left for Nepal. On my way, somewhere in Bihar, a boy was standing on the deserted highway. I thought the kid wanted a lift and stopped for him. He said that she wanted a lift to the outskirts of Patna and had no money.
I called his mother to inform her about his child, and she requested me to get him home. Since it was on my route, I decided to let him come along with me. It was a long ride for the day, and by the time we reached his house, it was 10 pm. The boy’s mother had invited me to sleep at her place, to which I agreed.
When I reached his house, his mother was not at home. He lived in a small house on farmland. His elder sister gave me a nice dinner. The family consisted of the boy, his mother (a widow), his 4 sisters, and 2 brothers. All of them were much elder than the boy I gave a lift to.
I was asked to sleep on the terrace. This was the place where the housemaid also slept. I was tired of riding the whole day and requested the maid to massage me, which she started doing it. Things got a little erotic, and we started kissing.
This is when the widow lady, wearing a white dress, came to the terrace and angrily asked the maid to sleep downstairs in her room. After she leaves, the widow comes closer to me and says, “I have not had sex for 4 years. If you have it with me, I will give you my blessings and my daughter for marriage.”
It was dark, and I could barely see her. Since there was no harm in fucking, I replied, “Aunty, I don’t need your daughter for marriage. But I am ready to sleep with you.” She slapped me and said, “Don’t call me aunty. Call me Faiza, and I am your begum tonight.”
I thought about what was with my luck with Muslim women on this trip. Faiza removed my pants and started sucking my cock until it was hard. Then she lowered her pajama and laid on the bed. I entered Faiza from behind, and she started moaning.
Faiza continued having sex with me in different positions and moaning even louder. Finally, we slept after we were exhausted from having sex. I woke up at 9 when the maid had come to wake me up.
She said, “Faiza behen has said I can have sex with you once. Come with me to that corner.” The maid took me to a corner of the terrace, lowered her pajama, and stood facing the wall. I was not much interested in fucking her and thus finished in just 5 minutes.
I came downstairs. I was shocked to see Faiza in broad daylight. She was a dark-skinned woman in her 50s with red henna-dyed hair. She was one of the ugliest women I had seen. I could not believe that it was the same woman I enjoyed fucking last night.
Faiza hugged me and thanked me for last night. She removed her gold chain and put it on my neck, and said, “Karan, this is a sign of love that I have for you. Do visit me again and we will have more sex. And do consider my offer of getting married to my daughter.”
Faiza kissed me, and it led to another round of sex. But this time, I could see the smile on Faiza’s ugly face. It made me realize that it is important to give sex to ugly women. Faiza kept fucking me for an hour or so. It was finally time for me to leave.
While leaving, she gave me a tiffin of her meat delicacies and a big kiss. We exchanged contact numbers, and I promised to visit her again.
I left on my bike for Kathmandu. While riding, I was thinking about only Faiza. Even though she was ugly, I was partially in love with her. Without losing my focus, I concentrated on what was for me next in Nepal. I reached Kathmandu in 2 days and checked into a hostel.
There I started using Tinder to find someplace to crash into. I got matched with a woman named Binita Sharma. I started chatting with her. She agreed to let me stay at her place, provided I agree to sleep with her and her husband. She also said that they would be recording the sex for their pleasure.
Since I was getting free food and stay for 20 days, I agreed to her conditions and went to her home.
I was welcomed by Binita and her husband, Prasad. They were in their 30s and had no children. They lived in a small apartment. As soon as I entered, I was made to wear a costume and taken to their bedroom. There, Prasad was holding a camera, and Binita said that I had to fuck her while Prasad records it.
I have been explained the script by Prasad, who was directing the movie. I fucked Binita in the same way that he asked. I had sex with Binita in 3 different positions.
After the movie was recorded, Binita said, “Oh Karan, your stamina is too low. Here take these pills, and you will be strong for hours.” I took those pills and got an instant hard-on.
This time Prasad pounced on me and started riding me. It was my first time with a man. Binita was not recording, but Prasad was enjoying it. Later, Binita joined in while putting the camera on the recording. I had of my life.
After our sex was over, we sat down for lunch and had some conversation.
Prasad: So Karan, we run a local porn production company, and you are our latest actor.
Binita: And you will have to sleep with some other actors as well other than us.
Me: But I thought you were a couple seeking adventures.
Binita: Yes, we are, darling. See, my friend Charu is coming to fuck you in the evening.
Prasad: Trust me, you will enjoy it. And don’t worry, your face will be blurred.
Me: Oh, that’s great.
We finished our lunch. I still had a hard dick from the pill that Binita gave me. She said that it would not go until the night. Binita gave me a blowjob and cummed in her mouth. But I again got a hard dick. Somehow, I wanted to have more sex.
Prasad quickly called someone, and within minutes, a woman in her 40s was present at the door. Prasad took us to the bedroom and made us have sex. It was more of forced sex for me as I was being recorded. The next 20 days were spent fucking random ladies and getting recorded. Most of the sex was unprotected.
I was given lunch and dinner and was not allowed to leave the apartment. Finally, on my last day, Binita handed me a bundle of cash and said, “Honey, this is your salary for fucking all the ladies and getting recorded.” I received 2 lakh rupees for having sex like an animal for 20 days.
I was sick of having sex every day and decided to take a break. I went to a monastery in Nepal and decided to stay there in return for voluntary work. I stayed there for a week without sex and felt rejuvenated. I now desperately wanted sex.
This was when I got a call from Faiza. She said, “Darling, my elder daughter is getting married next week. Please come here if you can for the wedding.” I decided to go to Faiza’s place and stay with her for a month or so.
Since it had been more than a month since me being outside my home, I decided to call my mom and inform her about my plans. I said, “Mummy, I am here in Nepal and will be staying at my friend’s farm in Bihar for a month before returning home.”
My mom replied, “Bhenchod, I know what you are up to. I found the condom the day you left, and the maid has told me everything. Now, after coming home, I am going to get you engaged to the maid’s daughter.”
After the bitter talk with my mom, I left for my lady love’s farm. After a day of the tiring ride, I reached Faiza’s place. But all the tiredness vanished when Faiza ordered her daughter to give me a massage. Faiza’s daughter Ayesha gave me a good massage, and I slept on her lap.
The next day, the house was packed with Faiza’s relatives as it was the wedding day. I helped Faiza’s children with the decoration work. I could not get time to spend alone time with Faiza. Finally, at night, Faiza’s daughter Ayesha got married in a small ceremony at the farm and left for her in-law’s place.
All the relatives left except for Faiza’s mother. Faiza told her mother about love life with me. Faiza’s mother, Nushrat, was in her 70s, had white hair and wrinkles. She laughed at the thought of me loving Faiza. She said, “Faiza, some of your children are older than him. I want to see you guys kiss.”
Faiza immediately came closer and kissed me. Nushrat, too, came forward and started kissing me. She was the oldest woman I had kissed. Nushrat got horny and decided to have sex with me. I was not willing to have sex with her.
Just as I was about to run from there, she called her grandsons Abdul and Rahim. They held me on the floor and stripped me while Nushrat sat on my hard dick and started riding it. I was getting fucked by a 70-year-old woman. All this while, Faiza was standing still and laughing.
After Nushrat got herself satisfied, she said, “Now I understand why Faiza loves you. I love you too, beta. See you sometime soon,” and she left. Faiza’s son, Abdul, who is 4 years older than me, said, “Abbu, maja aaya? How does it feel fucking my mom?”
The next day, I started helping Faiza’s sons in their farming activities. I started making good friends with Abdul and Rahim. Later at night, I used to fuck their mom, Faiza. Faiza did try to convince me to marry her daughters, but I disagreed. This continued for about a month until it was time for me to leave.
On my last day, Faiza took me to the terrace and stripped me naked. We had sex for the last time. I enjoyed her red hair, dark face for the last time. This time we were having sex in broad daylight.
While leaving, Faiza asked me to drop her daughter, Fatima to Delhi. She was studying there and had come back for the wedding. I took Fatima along with me to Delhi. On the way, Fatima kept telling me that she wanted to fuck me like her mom.
Finally, on reaching Delhi, we decided to stay at a hotel for a night, and she would not say anything to her mom. Fatima was 19 years old, slim, fair, and beautiful. She removed her hijab and clothes and started sucking my cock like she had seen her mom do to me.
Fatima was a virgin and was clueless about how to proceed with sex. I guided her and gently had . Her pain slowly converted to pleasure, and she started moaning. This was when Faiza called me. I pulled out immediately and picked up the call.
Faiza said, “Darling, I am pregnant. We are going to be parents.” I got shocked and hanged the call after congratulating her. I started fucking Fatima again, and we started enjoying it. This continued for an hour or so, after which we slept.
Next morning, I woke up early and left the hotel room after kissing Fatima, who was still asleep. I took a flight to Ahmedabad, where my mom was waiting to beat the shit out of me. But that will be continued in another story.
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