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Hello, my name is Namitha and 25 years old now. This story is a journey of what I am today coming from a small town simple girl, who came to Bangalore with dreams and to study engineering.
My journey from a Girlfriend to being a Whore!
Hello, my name is Namitha and 25 years old now. This story is a journey of what I am today coming from a small town simple girl, who came to Bangalore with dreams and to study engineering.
I was 19 when I came to Bangalore to study and living the best year of my life at college, making new friends and social experiences. I was attractive with a pretty face, slim body (32C, 28, 34), fair skin, 5’5” ht and 48kgs weight. By the 3rd year into college, my friendship with one of the senior guy had gradually turned in to love. I enjoyed spending time with and our relationship was going strong as we explored out sexual desires with each other. We used to regularly visit his farm house to explore our sex-life and spent time together.
On one such visit, we were watching a movie when suddenly his brother dropped-by. I was briefly introduced to his brother – Sidharth and was completely embarrassed of the situation. I asked my BF to drop me back immediately at my PG and I went up to his room to refresh. I was waiting in his room, when I heard the door close behind; I turned around and was surprised to see my BF’s bother. My innocent self asked him if he wanted something and he replied “You!” and at my confused reaction, he said “I am here to fuck you!”
I was horrified and tried to move out of the room, but got pushed against the wall and trapped by his well built 6’ height body. He held my face against hard in his left hand, pushed against the wall, bent toward me and growled in my ear, “I am going to fuck you hard and rough, again and again and again tonight, baby!” which sent terrified chills down my body. He bites my neck, as his right hand drifted over my body to rub my crotch over my pants.
Before I knew, my shirt was ripped open from front and pants along with panty were pulled off. He pulled and shoved me on the bed over my belly, getting directing on me with his knees on either side of my legs. He spanked me hard on each of my ass cheeks as I let out a cry; he ran his hand over the ass cheek and then spanked again and again. I was sobbing as he turned me around on my back and come on top of me. I was begging him to stop, when he slapped me hard and asked me to shut up else he would spank me harder.
He pulled out by bra and grabbed my boobs hard in both his hands. He pinched and pulled my nipples before he lowered his mouth to suck and bite them. He moved his hand over my body towards my pussy and worked his finger up and down my slit. He got up and dropped to his knees in between my legs, he grabbed my hips with his big hands and pinned me to the bed as he lowered himself on me. I felt his huge bulbous head nudge at my opening as he shoved it at once roughly and I let out a yelp in pain.
The next morning, I crawled out of the bed to use the wash room and stood naked under the shower, with bruises all over my body, blank in mind and with tears flowing as time flew by. Wrapped in a towel, I was gathering my scattered clothes, when Sidharth walked into the room and held out 2 pills at me. I swallowed it with a glass of water he gave and whispered “I want to go back to my PG” to which he replied “in an hour” and he threw one of his t-shirt for me to wear.
I was dropped off at my PG by noon and I just fell back in bed exhausted. After 2 day of crying in bed, I dragged myself to college and attend classes. The next day, after class I came face to face with my BF, with a smirk on his face he asked me “did you enjoy it with Sidharth”, I ran from there with tears.
It was two weeks since that terrifying incident; I was walking back from college lost in thoughts and froze in place with fear, as I suddenly saw Sidharth watching me at a distance. He walked towards me with a smile and greeted me and said “I want you again, today”, and pulled me into his car.
Sidharth, frequently used to wait close my PG, and drag me into his car and drop me off later. All my feelings – the hurt, pain, shame, anger, guilt, sadness, and confusion were all locked away. Once to my horror, Sidhath passed me off to his friend and my brain completely shutdown, I was mindless and senseless as my body was violated again by another guy.
Over a period of 2 months, Sidharth used my body frequently and had passed me over to 3 other guys. I was sick, pale, lost weight and was completely traumatized. I started having suicidal thoughts to escape from the torture I was undergoing and have a few cuts on my hand due to failed attempts. I went back to my home town at end of the semester, but did not return to college for the next year. It was hard to deal with all the emotions that were overtaking me. Everything was so overwhelming, I got moody, depressed, had no motivation to do anything except lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.
I could feel his hand on my body; I could feel his mouth sucking my nipples: I could felt my ass cheek sting as he hit. I was looking at the ceiling as I lay there, and I could still sense him thrust inside me repeatedly. The crotch of my PJ’s was soaked and I began to realize that I was dreaming about being forced all over again. I came to my senses and immediately ran to the shower to scrub and wash myself trying to feel clean again.
I decided that the best course of action would be to put this all behind and complete my final yr of education, and returned to college the following year. I continued to have wet dreams, vivid replays of the night. I felt like I would explode, and got into a relationship to satisfy my sexual urges. I was numb as my new BF explored my body by kissing, squeezing boobs, suck nipples and finger me. I lie in the bed with him over my naked body, being unexcited and zero arousal, as he pumped inside me and cumed but left me unsatisfied.
I decided to change my conservative dressing to more cleavage exposing, figure hugging attires, with the thought to date some alpha men instead of college boys. A good cleavage show, received stares and dirty comments by men, and once as I walked back to my PG late evening, I was groped by a stranger which gave instant sexual gratification. I was shocked as I realized, I was aroused by exposing and being molested my strangers.
With new awareness, I dressed in jeans paired with a tight top, without a bra and nipples erect like marbles showing through the top, and took the bus route around the main market area. I travelled in those crowed /fully packed buses, changing routes regularly for 3 full hours, allowing myself to get groped and molested multiple times by various working-class men on bus.
I had rough hands groped my boobs hard and pinch my nipple so hard that I had tears in my eyes and was also instantly dripping in my panties. My ass cheeks were pressed and pussy rubbed over my jeans (wish I had worn cotton plants) as I was trapped between a group of men in the bus. I returned back late evening, completely excited, aroused and with wet stains on my jeans. That night I hooked up with a random date to have some kind of release.
I completed my engineering course, found a job and started working. Office environment was a refreshing change and working hours kept me occupied. But, my relationships were not lasting more than a month or two and my sexual arousal was still dependent on external factors.
I was at a lunch party along with my office colleagues at a restaurant, when someone tapped on my shoulder; I looked back to see Sidharth and was terrified. He greeted me, and introduced himself to my colleagues as my family friend. The entire lunch I sat in horror, as I felt his stares on the back of my neck rising goose bumps. My colleague and I were waiting at the front desk for our ride back, when Sidharth approached me to have a cup of coffee with him and held my arm tight as he walked me back to the lift lobby.
As Sid pulled me into the room, he commanded “Strip!” terrified of the situation I have put myself in again; I removed my clothes as he sat and watched me. He pulled my arms behind my back and tied them together at the wrists with his tie. He pushed me to my knees and shoved his huge dick into my mouth, grabbing on to my hair he pounded so deep inside and held there till I chocked.
He pulled me up grabbing on to my hair to stand and re-tied my wrist together in the front. He bent me over the table with my boobs and face pressed over the cold glass table. I held on the table as he bought both his hands down on each ass cheek hard. He ran his hand over the cheek again before he lands blow after blow, sometimes alternating from one cheek to the other, sometimes landing a series of strikes in the same spot.
He spread my legs wide part, kneeled between them, spread my ass cheeks with his hands and licked my clit. He rubbed over my clit, as he bought his socked finger to my arse and worked the juices around it, wetting it and pushed his thumb inside. He kept pushing his thumb in and out of my arse while licking and sucking my clit and I was getting highly aroused and wet. He stood up behind me, grabbing my hips he shoved his full shaft into me pounding me a jackhammer as I felt his balls slap my clit over and over.
He pushed me on to the bed and untied my wrists and got on top of me. He was biting into my neck, fingers gripping my hair painfully, groping at my breasts with his other hand and all the time pumping in and out of me. To my shock, I realized I was moaning, moving against him, in rhythm with him, my body arched to meet his, and match his every trust with vigor. I was clutching him with my hands as my body and mind gave way to ecstasy and orgasm. He thrust hard inside me a few more times before he pulled out and finished over my body.
It was post mid-night when Sidharth was dropping me back, he parked his car near my place pulled me for a hard kiss and said “You have become an awesome slut; love to have you again.” Sitting on my bed thinking of the recent happening, I had a rude wakening, that I enjoy rough sex and my wet dreams were also mostly of Sidharth spanking me and fucking me rough and hard while I had no recollection of the others.
A few days later, Sidharth called me to meet up again and I agreed. We meet at one of the apartment Sidharth owned close to his work place which he occasionally used to have a rough hardcore sex session again. I knew Sidharth had decoded my sexual desires and my willingness seek it. When I asked him what he was expecting from me, he said “you to fuck, whenever and however I want”. I knew he was married by then with a kid and was offering just awesome sex, which I was in need of very badly and agreed for the affair with him.
In the coming weeks, Sid and I frequently met post work for dinner, movies and lots of sex. He got me aware and helped me understand and explore the darker side of my sexuality. I was naturally submissive to the dominating nature of Sidharth all the time and we had many kinky sessions of bondage, spanking and eletrostimulation.
Post a steamy sex session, I was exhausted and had cuddle up over this broad chest, knees pulled up and across him, as he was fingering my arse. Suddenly he smacked my ass cheek and said “Got to fuck this ass, now!” He swiftly pulled me to 69-position with me laying on top of him with my ass to his face, knees beyond his shoulder and across his face and my face to his cock. I was working on sliding his dick deep into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down his shaft as I stroked the base of his cock. While he was tongue fucking my clit and his hand was spreading my ass cheeks to rub some lube over my little rosebud. He dipped in a finger deep, twisting and fucking it up to the knuckle. A second finger soon joined, and the then a third, making me whimper as I was stretched to accommodate. Lost in the growing pleasure, I groaned in frustration when his fingers were removed.
He asked me to get onto all four propped on my elbows arching my back, while he kneeled behind, rubbed his cock around to spread the juices and held the tip of his cock against my hole and forced his bulbous head into my tight opening. He held still and let me adjust a bit before he determinedly inched further into my tight canal, not stopping until his balls were resting against my cheeks. He began to move slowly at first and then faster and rougher.
"Rub your clit, for me baby!" he commanded. I moaned and started rubbing my engorged clit, as he started thrusting faster, until with each thrust his hips smacked harshly against me. He reached between my legs and stilled my fingers and pumped hard a few times as I felt my ass and pussy clamping tight and twitch into a massive orgasm even as he began to spurt this cum inside me. He remained inside me even as his climax subsided and as we eased on the bed, I gripped him tight and he grunted and bite my neck and whispered “I wanne do this again and again.”
2 months into our affair, I had shifted to his apartment and had started living there to spend quality time. On one such occasion, we had just returned from a dinner date and Sid was kissing me hard as he held my nape. He whispered “I’ve got something planned for you, Baby!” and led me to our room and pulled out a silk scrap to blindfold me and I immediately knew it’s going to be long night. He asked me to strip, then guided me to lie back on the bed and pulled my hand up and ties my wrists to the bed posts; and spread my legs to tie my ankles at the bottom bed post. As I lie there vulerable but excited, he gave me a sharp slap on my thighs and then on both of my boobs and said “relax and enjoy the ride” and put a headphone to my ears playing metallic rock music in a loop.
I was left alone for a few minutes, before I felt Sid use cold wet ice to draw circles on my boobs and my nipples. My nipples were instantly hard as he ran his tongue over them and suck them with his warm mouth. He alternated between ice and mouth all over my entire body and I moaned at every sensation overcoming my body, before he finally ran the cold ice on my clitoris followed by his mouth. He started to finger me while playing with ice and sucking taking me higher and higher and abruptly stop to spank me and repeat all over again. With my heightened senses and frustration of being highly aroused for a long time without orgasm, I was begging Sid to fuck me hard with the need to feel him inside me, fucking me hard immediately.
Suddenly, I felt a different pair of hands grab my boob and squeeze them hard, pinch and suck them hard. With no sense of hearing or slight, I was confused and appalled as I felt the guy’s hand over my clit, rubbing my juices and fingering me. I was screaming out for Sidharth, as the guy held my hips and shoved his dick at once into my highly sensitive and aroused clit and started to fuck me hard and rough. It was when I felt Sid’s hand on my boobs and as he took me for hard deep kiss, I finally let go to have multiple explosive orgasm ride through my body as I clutched tight while the guy thrust a few more times before he ejaculated.
Sid untied my hands and legs, removed the headphone, but left the blindfolds and he was caressing my body. As I recovered, I called out for him and he replied “relax, everything is under control” and turned me on to my front. He came behind me, held my arms together on my back and smacked my ass before spreading them to rub some lube over my rosebud and plunge deep into me at once. He was thrusting in and out of me rough and hard before I felt his hand slide under my hips to reach for my clit and rub my clit. It was not long before; my orgasm came back with vengeance and rode through my entire body as Sid climaxed inside me. As he rolled of me, Sid removed my blindfold and I blinked a few times to adjust to the light and saw the other guy watch us with smirk, stroking my hard dick and I knew that it was not the end of the night.
My relationship with Sid is very complicated with no future, but I am still connected to him emotionally. He has guided and nudged me at step to explore my sexuality and also introduced few of his friends to swing with them, but he had set the limits for what they could do and not, and he seems to hold exclusive rights on my ass, was that possessiveness or being protective? I do know that he has some hardcore needs, for e.g. like canning which I am never would be able to take it; and I am aware that he seeks that outside off our relationship and I am fine with that.
Recently Sid and I had plans to spend the weekend together at a resort and I was looking forward for the night with him as I got dressed in a black lace Babydoll dress with open crotch G-string panty along with 5 in heels. As he walked in dressed in a smart suit, I was disappointed, thinking he was here for a business meeting. But he gave me short trench coat (just covering my ass) to wear over my provocatively sexy dress and said we going out together.
We went a banquet hall, which had a lounge bar set up for a gathering of 30 people. I was shocked and a bundle of nerves as I observed smart men and their women dressed in sexy lingerie of all kinds. As Sid helped me take off my coat, he whispered in ear “relax, you will enjoy this, baby!” I felt aroused realizing that I would be exhibiting completely too all the men in the room.
As we walked around greeting other couples, he had his palm on my ass cheek all the time, giving it a hard squeeze occasionally and I was admiring how slutty some women looked in their lingerie. Suddenly, he spanked my ass cheek and asked me turn around and lean forward. I bent down to have my arse and pussy on full display to the couple, the guy gave a quick squeeze on my ass cheek and rubbed over my pussy. As I came up to face them, I saw him sniffing his fingers as he said “You’ve got a fine big ass bitch, and those tits are damned good for some one of your age.”
As food and drinks were flowing, I saw the waiter place a bunch of cards on our table for Sid to have a look. As Sid glanced at the cards with a smirk, it hit me hard that I was getting bids by other guys in the room. As more cards kept coming, I knew I would be sold to highest bidder in the room. With the party wrapped up for the night, Sid helped me wear my trench coat; slipped a key card into my pocket and said “Its room 309, Baby! And you got bid the highest in the room.”
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