Now Imran knew exactly what fear and thoughts were going on in Jyoti’s head, but he was also bound by his own code of law, his code was that before his weapon (cock) was unseathed if the girl was unwilling or something else was a factor he would let the girl go, but once his cock was out in the the open, it was like the honored and cherished weapon of a legendary warrior who cannot unseath his weapon without it tasting blood, be it his own blood, likewise Imran could not put his weapon away until it had been wet by pussy juice.

He grabbed Jyoti’s arm and propped her back up as she was sitting on the bed’s edge, now that she was sitting mere inches away from that tremendous pussy wrecking weapon she could appreciate it’s true size, she also saw that it was slick with precum and the smell of musth was overwelming her. Just as she was transfixed on his cock, Imran spoke with a cool but creul tone.

Imran- Kaisa laga? (how is it?)

Jyoti- “a…aa… accha hai…. bahut bada hai….” (it’s b…b…b… big)

Imran- “haan bada hai, tum jaise hi fi rundiyo ka ghamand aur choot todne ke liye” (yeah, it’s big, to break the attitude& pussy of hi-fi bithces like yourself)

Jyoti- “n…n….n….nehi, itna bada nehi le sakti mai, mujhe jana hai” (n…no…no… I can’t take this big, I have to go now)

Now just as soon she was standing up, Imran put his hands around Jyoti’s neck and jerked her forward and thrust his pelvis, shocked by the sudden jerk, Jyoti yelped in surprise…

“OOUUUUU…. MMMFffff GULP” Imran had managed to use this situation to thrust about half an inch of his cock inside her mouth, now Jyoti’s immidiate response was to pull away but Imran had intiipated that and kept firm his grip on the back of her head. On the contrary he was increasing forece behind her head to make her take more and more of his cock inside her mouth.

Jyoti’s face was completely overcome with dread, you could see it in her eyes, they were wide open and as if pleading with Imran to not do what she knew in her heart was inevitable. Imran looked into her eyes and only got perverse pleasure out of her helplessness. He increased the force of his hand on the back of her head and watched how despite her best efforts his cock slowly sunk centimeter by centimeter into her elitist mouth. His cock was about now one inch inside her mouth, it’s nothing much but enough to give her an idea of what was to come, her jaws were paining from the pain of being pried open, she could taste the saltiness of his sweat covered cock, she could smell the stench of dried sweat, old cum and stale urine as the cock violated her mouth more and more. Just then when she thought that her mouth would rip open, Imran paused and said.

Imran- “Kya hua rundi, itni tension kyu le rahi hai?” (what happened whore, why you taking so much tension)

Jyoti- “Glug gggluuggg umppphhhhh”

Imran- “oh accha, teri toh bolti hi band ho gayi hai” (oh yeah, looks like you’re left speechless)

He then withdrew his cock, and in doing so immediately Jyoti fell aside and began coughing uncontrobaly, she wanted to rid her mouth of that horrid taste, she spat several times and her eyes were beginning to water.

Jyoti- “kkhhhhcccckkk thu, thu, *cough* *cough* *cough*”

While Jyoti was cleaning her throat on the side of the bed, Imran laid down besides her, he knew that despite the rough treatment, he had scratched a deep rooted itch, you see it’s basic psycology, such hi-fi bitches will never be satisfied with no matter how much you pamper her, but only when you remind her of her whoring roots& treat her such. Okay so he laid down beside her, confident and stretched out, crumpling the cheap bed sheet and spoke.

Imran- “Chinta mat kar rani, hota hai pahli baar” (don’t worry darling, it happens first time with everyone)

Stroking his mammoth 12 inch cock whose tip was glistening with Jyoti’s saliva, Imran declared.
Imran- “iska naam SULTAN hai, pata nehi kitne rundiyo ka kachumar bana chukka hai, aur kitne kok me apne paap chor chukka hai” (his name is Sultan, you don’t even realize how many whores has he wrecked and how many wombs he’s left his illegitimate child in)

Imran then took his hands and reached over and started patting and gently grabbing Jyoti’s ample ass, he was stroking it like a cat, trying to coax Jyoti into finishing what she had started.
*It is a common and secret method of these brutes to always reveal in steps, eg. when they only need to fuck, they will tear open a woman’s clothes and fuck her right on the spot but when they need to enjoy, they’ll take things slow. I have seen many servants seducing their master’s daughters or wives, they have them wear revealing clothing in the house, they then have them roam around in underwear flaunting their assets and tickling their cocks… If that doesn’t suffice they have them take of one article of clothing; either bra or panty (whichever asset is better) this makes them even more enticing and keeps the cock in a ready state of alert, hence when they finally fuck, the pent up energy and power is released culminating in a magnificent performance which cannot be rivaled by any upper society men. Another reason is that for a woman, by her conservative nature, even if she is a budding or existing slut, becoming naked is a huge step. So you have to take it step by step. Eg. if you are with a girl alone and you want to get physical with her, hold her hand before you hug her, hug her before you kiss her, kiss her before you fondle her boobs, fondle her boobs before you finger her pussy, finger your pussy before you fuck her…. I hope you get the point. That is why Imran had only disrobed her top and enjoying the sight of her hanging melons while letting her the dignity of still wearing pants.*
Anyways back to the story.

After patting and stroking her ass, Jyoti slid over to above his cock again, her face was still contorted from the foul stench of his unwashed cock. He paused for a moment, probally said a prayer or contemplated the final decision and simply dove in like a prehistoric animal on his prey, Imran’s eyes widened as he felt her hot breath on his cock, swaying his thick pubic hair like a primodial jungle. He felt his heart skip a beat when her rosy soft lips touched the tips of his cock, as it to give it a little kiss. Imran felt an electric shock run through his body. Jyoti then slid down further until about half an inch was inside her mouth. Her lips passed the point where her lips slipped down the ridge of his glans (the top most part of the cock) as his cock was circumcised this ridge was pronounced and that area is very sensitive. As her lips landed on the base of his glans he almost pissed in the excitement. He was trying desperately NOT to breath as she knew that she’ll vomit in case she does.

Imran- aaaaahhhhhhhhhh uuuuuhhhhhhh bahen ki lodi, haan theek se chus… bahut maza aa raha hai (sister fucker yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh suck it nicely, I’m really enjoying it)
Auuuuuu bahen ki lodi aur niche jaa, chus daal iss budhe lund ko- (Auuuuu you whore, Yessss go a little lower, suck it dry.)

Jyoti was now getting turned on by the vile and degrading encouragements. She began to push her self more, she was now breathing with great difficulty throuth the nose and trying not to take in the smell. Saliva was running down both corners of her mouth, and tears were running from her eyes and finally on Imran’s pelvis, where they vanished in his thick lush pubic hair. She was now from the heart feeling like a cheap slut, the thrill was incomproble to anything she has felt before, better than the latest bag or shoe she’s purchased or the most expensive dinner her boyfriend has taken her to. She kept slurping, licking tonguing on it. The entire room filled with sounds of.

Slllurrrrp Slluurrrrrp Chik Chik Glup Glup… Chak Chak…. All obsanities of this young girl who couldn’t get enough of this cock, it’s like his cock was coated with cocaine and she wanted all of it.

Imran was just relaxing and watching the show. He kept watching as dribbles of saliva escaped her mouth and dripped down his long shaft like beads of pears or how her boobs were bouncing up and down wildly. As Jyoti became more and more obsessed over this cock, and thoughts of dominating it, she closed her eyes and began to try harder, she was doing up and down more vigorously making her chest cannons bounce more vigorously…. Just then perhaps Jyoti’s teeth scrapped against Imran’s penis and this made Imran yelp in pain. I don’t care how much experienced you are in sex, you might be a porn star but as soon as a set of teeth hits your penis you jump in pain and surprise.

Imran- OOOYYYYEEEEEEE bahen ki lodi, daant laga toh teri khair nehi…. (SHIIITTTTT stupid slut, If I feel teeth again, then I will slap you!)

Saying such, he gave a light slap on her boobies as a reprimand but Jyoti was so lost in her job that she didn’t even notice. Imran, without taking her off the cock grabbed both her forearms and positioned from a sideways position (where he was laying down and she was sucking cock form the side) to a position where she was in between his legs. He positioned such that when he looked down all he could see was her sweet little mouth devouring his cock and the massive slit of her cleavage, she bent down to resume sucking and he felt her boobs crush against his thighs and her tight nipples poke against his fleash, it was enough to send him into a frenzy, he grabbed the back of her head and began to mouth fuck her like before, she also tried to cooperate, little by little he was slowly making her take more and more of his cock into her mouth, 3 inch, 4 inch, 5 inch, but then he hit the back of her throat and she almost threw up, but the increased saliva made the whole ordeal more sloppy and slimy, which was exactly how Imran liked it. He continued as normal to face fuck her until he felt that his cock could NOT last anymore inside the wet, young, aristocratic mouth of this whore

…. He Grabbed her behind the head with both hands and began pushing her mouth into his cock relentlessly…. Jyoti’s eyes became wide opened as she awoke from her trance…. He began pushing her mouth in, as her feeble hands tried to resist against his thighs. Little by little as it reached until he hit the back of her mouth, Jyoti thought that this was the end and he was going to withdraw…. But again she was wrong, after a brief pause he made a monsterous push, and the cock slid past her tonsils right into her throat.

Jyoti was totally mortified as his cock was now filling up her entire throat and she couldn’t breathe, the cock had slid past her tonsils and entering her throat directly, she watched with teary eyes as her mouth unvoluntarily reached to the bast of his cock until her chin rested against his heavy balls and her nose was at the base of his massive forested and matted pubic hair…. He kept her there for some time and then with a beastly groan, she watched his tennis ball sized balls twitch as she soon felt an absolute torrent of hot liquid down her throat and into her stomach….

Imran- Leh Rundi Le mera maal apne muh me, nigal le mere pani kooooooo (take it whore, take my cum into your mouth and drink all of it)

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRr

Jyoti’s almost felt full as her stomach was filled with bursts of shooting cum directly into her stomach, she jerked back as the cock slid out of her throat, one shot was given into her throat, another while the cock reached her mouth…. She could feel the heavy saltiness of the liquid as her mouth filled with the hot potent liquid and she was forced to drink some of it, and the rest dribbled out of her mouth was a whore and still rest of his ejaculant landed in gobs on her eyes, hair, face, lips, and boobs, her entire face was covered in a glaze of white cum, as she lay there stunned…..

Imran- AAAAhhh AAAAAAahhhh he was panting form the effort and watching his handiwork, but this was only the beginning, the beast was awoken and he would take everything from her…

Both Jyoti and Imran were lying in a state of disbelief, Imran had gotten fantastic blowjobs before by experienced whores but nothing beads a amature blowjob by a virgin. There is just something about the flustered face, the dischevaled hair, the resistance you feel in her mouth, the occasional clamping down of teeth that an experienced man finds irrisistable. So if you are getting a blowjob and you find the girl either take two sips of water first, or fix her hair in a bun behind her head or open her necklace for fear of getting cum stains then you can know that you have an experienced bitch on your hand. And if even after that, the blowjob was lousy then you can blame only her that after sucking on so many cocks, she couldn’t fix her game, anyways…. Imran was lying there panting from the very notion that he got such an elite and high class bitch to suck on her pauper cock which was covered with a shiny film of saliva, gobs of mucus and his own cum, his matted pubic hair was now wet from the intermingling of the above mentioned juices. Jyoti on the other hand was lying on the bed ass up, boob down, head over the edge of the bed coughing, spitting& trying to get the rancid taste of his cum out of her mouth…. but try as she might it wasn’t possible. 

The rancid taste, the acrid smell was in her nose, coated on her tongue, between her teeth, down her throat, in her stomach…. essentially it had permeated her soul. Why am I saying so? It’s because it’s important to break a female only once, those of you who have been with, or fucked a girl would know that it’s only difficult the first time. It’s difficult to first hold her hand, then it’s difficult to put your hands around her, afterwards, it’s hard to get the first kiss, then to caress her boobs, finger her pussy& then ultimately to fuck her pussy. It’s like a relay race, the point you left off is the point the other guy has to start from. Many times the author (me) had met a girl and noticed that this girl was letting me kiss her but was hesitant in letting me touch her boobs, or that this girl had no trouble opening her top in front of me but why shy in opening her lower…. It’s because that’s the point where the previous guy had left her in. Anyways getting back to the story.

Imran opened his eyes to see what his fucktoy was upto, what he saw made his cock twitch in attention again, her marble white body with huge tits mashed on his bed, and her bulbous ass rising like a mountain confined in her tight, conture hugging jeans. He gave her massive ass a tight slap, which made her cheeks vibrate and then he held her arm and raised her up so that both of them were sitting facing each other. He was proud to see gobs of cum still sticking to her face, lips, hair and down her boobs, then he saw something which amused him, she was wearing an expensive necklace, it was two golden chains intertwined and a beautiful pendant of blue emerald, but now it was coated with his slimy cum, the contrast between this extreme opulence and his dirt cheap cum made him smile that no matter how wealthy a woman become or how much you pamper her with money, the organ between her legs will always weep for a long, thick, hard and dirty cock

. He put his hands under his bed and grabbed a dirty hankerchief, and before Jyoti could realize something he began to use it to wipe the cum off her face, hair and milk tankers… Jyoti could feel the crusty fabric on her face and smell the stale smell of dried cum…. Then Imran took the cloth and wiped his cock with it, taking care to clear under his foreskin, and his pubic hair. Jyoti was left speechless, she now realized that this cloth was actually not a regular hankerchief but a used rag specially kept to wipe cum& sweat between sessions. Jyoti was a girl who ordered imported creams worth thousands of rupees per bottle from the internet and applied it on her face, she was the kind of girl who would cover her face with her dupatta even when a slight breeze blew to shield it against the dust of Delhi. But here she was not getting a cum facial from a butcher class man. Imran realized her sudden realization of the situation. He threw the rag under the bed, from where it came and said.

Imran- “Hahaha yeh rumaal toh mera purana saathi hai, chudai sessions ke beech me isse mai rundiyo ke upper se leas, pasina aur mera lund saaf karta hu…. pata aaj tak 25 saalo me hazaro rundiyo ke upar se mera pani saaf kar chukka hai!” (hahaha see this hankerchief, this is my old friend, it’s used to wipe the cum and sweat from the whore’s faces and my cock after fucking sessions…. Do you know, in the past 25yrs it has wiped the faces of thousands of whores before you.)

Jyoti- “par yeh mere face pe kaise laga sakte ho, itni gandi cheez ko” (But how can you put it to my face, this dirty thing!)

Imran- “gandi cheez? Toh tu kaunsi pavitra hai???- yaha mere jaise aadme se apne milk tankers masalwane aur lund chusne ke baad???” (dirty thing? So are you so pure? After getting your milk tankers mauled& sucking my cock).

Jyoti was now silenced. This was the first time that someone had called her out on her bluff. It can be amazingly erotic of a hot girl when a guy has the balls to stand out for himself and call her bluff. She felt her pussy twitch at this act of bravado. Imran knew what was going on in her head, because although he was merely an illiterate pimp, he was an expert in reading psychology and micro-expressions. He noticed that while hearing this Jyoti subconsciously bit her lips a little bit and her pupils widened.

*Some points from the author- whenever you are with a girl, focus NOT on what she says (a woman’s words have little meaning) focus on what she does…. licking of lips, biting of lips, slightly rocking forward and backward, twirling of hair, etc. are all signs that she’s excited*

Imran seized on the moment and got up, Jyoti saw the massive monster stand up straight, his cock was now limp and reached down to half way his knees. It was almost like the vesteges of another leg. He walked to the other side of the bed behind Jyoti and in one swift motion, grabbed her by the armpits and like a child hauled her up. Jyoti let out a sharp shriek, “aaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” as she was yanked up, Imran effortlessly pinned her against the wall& spun her around so that now she was facing him. Her boobs jiggled with the sudden exersion. Imran took a moment to admire her exquisite beauty, he admired her angelic face, her swan like neck, marble complesion and most of all her massive mammoth milktankers and like a typical Punjabi girl they weren’t pointed or cone shaped but proper MILF shaped, bags of milk, slightly sagging