I'll start by telling you a bit about myself. My name is Gauri (Name changed for safety reasons) and I belong to Delhi. I graduated from an American University from where I completed my degree in fashion designing. I belong to a very affluent family and hence my family doesn't allow me to work. Like all affluent families, my family wishes to get me married at an early age too. My father gifted me a Mercedes Benz on my 18th birthday. This was just to provide you with an idea of how affluent my family is.

I'm 22 by the way, 5 feet and 8 inches tall, weighing 52 kgs and I am proud to have a very sexy body. My body stats are 34-24-26. I have a very fair complexion, with brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. I have very delicate features. I've won many modeling competitions and have been a model for many products as a hobby. Overall I've been told I'm a gorgeous looking girl. I've always been the pretties of my girl friends. You would call me a rich spoilt snob if you ever saw me in public.

Being born in a very rich Punjabi family in Delhi, you're automatically chained for a list of things. For example not going out late nights, not interacting with boys, not drinking etc.. Although I never had a steady boy friend, I did lose my virginity to a friend in school. After which we had sex only a couple of more times and later I put a stop to it. Pertaining the circumstances of my family I never could get more opportunities for some easy unattached sex.

Although, I looked like a very innocent girl and gave an impression of someone who would never let a guy touch her before marriage, I was very wild inside and always wished I could explore more before I settled down finally. You may call me a slut or whatever, but I did want to experience a few things in my life. And one day I got such an opportunity.

One day I received a call on my cell phone, which seemed like a marketing call. A guy on the other end said that he was speaking from Hutch and wanted some information from me. Everyone is sick of such calls and hence I tried to do what was natural and said that I was busy and should call me later. To which he responded:

"Kya aap kissi aur ke saath eik raat guzarna chahein gi?"

This guy had a very uneducated touch to him and seemed from very low class strata of the society. Hearing what he said I was really amazed shocked and frankly very insulted. I replied,

"Excuse Me?"

He repeated himself and added:

"Kya aap kissi aur ke saath eik raat guzarna chahein gi? Extra pocket money ke liye?"

I still couldn't believe this guy on the phone and was speechless. I got furious and replied:

"What the hell are you saying? Is this a joke? Who are you?"

He replied back in a very calm fashion:

"Madam, mein eik agent hoon. Main shokeen larrkiyon ko shokeen larrkon say milwata hoon, lekin bilkul safe tareekey say. Iss say aap ke kuch paisey bhi bann jayein gey, aur main eik chotti si commission leta hoon. Saara intezaam main karwata hoon, aap ko sirf location par pohanchna hota hai. Ye koi joke nahin hai madam, hum sab ki sex ki zaroortein hoti hain aur main bass woh zaroorat eik safe tareekey say poori karwata hoon. Kuch aisi house wives hoti hai jin ko apney husband say satisfaction nahin mil paati aur main unn ko apni service se help karta hoon. Aap eik baar try kar ke daikhiye, aap baar baar karna chahein gi."

I still was speechless and didn't know what to say.

He carried on by saying:

"Madam aap kuch time soch leejiye, main aap ko kuch dinon mein phir phone karoon ga."

And he hung up!

My jaw was on the floor. I couldn't believe what all is happening in the world nowadays. I knew about prostitution but I never heard of something like this.

I completely discarded the idea as it was way too pathetic to take part in it. But after a while, at night, I started thinking about it again and got excited. Even if I wanted to do it, I was very scared to do something like this. Who knows what this was? It could be a scam, a joke, a way to blackmail me later or any of the other horrible possibilities.

But my cravings really made me think about it again. The concept of having sex with a complete stranger was very enticing. Anyway, after a lot of thinking over a few days I still couldn't decide what to do. Ultimately, I let the concept go.

After three days I got a call again from him. He said:

"Hello Madam, kuch socha aap na?"

I don't know what happened to me and I replied:

"Kya procedure hai? Karna kya ho ga? Aur aap ka naam kya hai?"

He replied:

"Maira name Baake Laal hai. Aur madam karna kuch nahin hai, bass eik din aap mujhey bataiye jab aao free hain main eik location aap ko bataon ga, aap wahan pohach jayein, aap ko larrka wahin miley ga."

That brought me to my next obvious question:

"Larrka kaisa hoga? Agar woh mujhey pehchanta huwa to? Main isset secret hi rakhna chahoon gi."

Since, I socialized in all the high society circles of Delhi, whether it was IAS officers or industrialists, I was very concerned about protecting my identity and this naughty endeavor. I assumed that people who would be paying for such things would be affluent people and hence it could cause a problem for me.

Baake laal replied:

"Madam main high level ka khilarri nahin hoon. Mairi fees bhi bohat kam hai aur aap ko bhi kam hi miley ga. Main sirf Rs. 200 kamata hoon eik meeting say aur aap Rs. 250. Aur location bhi main aap ke ghar say kaafi door rakhoon ga taa ke koi problem na aaye. Agar aap ko location pasand na ho, to main change kar doon ga."

Hearing him I was kind of shocked but also relieved. Thinking that a girl like me would be getting Rs.250 for a night was kind of appalling. I used to spend more on lip gloss than that. But this was also a very good thing for me as a person who can only afford around Rs.500 wouldn't really be a problem for me as he would probably belong to the low class strata, maybe a laborer or something. This did creep me out a bit as to what kind of men would they be? But I was excited as I always had a fantasy to be with such a person. For them it would be like finding a hidden treasure. I just wanted to live the old fantasy of the rich girl with the servant etc.

So I asked him:

"Kab shuroo kar saktey hain?"

He replied:

"Madam jab aap free hain mujhey bata deejiye, main arrangements kar ke aap ko phone karta hoon."

For me getting out on weekends was a big problem due to my family and also nights were banned. So I had to plan it for the week and during day hours. So I told him:

"Thursday ko subah 11 bajey?"

He then asked me about the location:

"Theek hai madam, kya Sonipat theek rahey ga?"

Sonipat is a satellite town to Delhi. It's a highly industrialized area and the type of crowd that lived there was of either the low or middle class. It was very far from South Delhi, where I live. I knew nothing about traveling there but I thought it would be safest option as the farther the better. So after a few moments I said:

"Theek hai. Par wahan kahan?"

He replied:

"Alka Hotel, Room Number 9."

I acknowledge that and we hung up.

I was very scared but also excited.

The day came and I made up a story at home and said I'll be late. I wore a full length black skirt, with a body hugging white top over it. Under the dress I wore all black lingerie. My nipples were still popping out but I didn't notice that till I was out of the house. I took my car and parked it at a market location and took a taxi from there as it's better than finding the place on my own, plus Sonipat isn't the place for a girl to be driving an expensive car.

After quite a drive I reached Alka Hotel at 11:10 AM. It was the most shaddy hotel I had ever seen. It was like a 30 year old building, which didn't look like a hotel from any facet. It was one of those dirty and creepy lodges which people name hotel.

When I entered the reception I saw a plastic foldable table on which a torn register was kept for signing in. Behind the table sat a short little guy who was wearing a dhoti and was having tea. His eyes lit up looking at me and I could see the lust in his eyes. He couldn't stop looking at my breasts. I asked the slimmy bastard:

"Room number 9 kahan hai?"

He pointed the finger to the left and I started walking there. I was able to find the room after some inspection. It had cobwebs over the windows and a turmide infested door. The entire place smelled of pee and I was nausea. I was extremely scared of finding someone I knew behind that door and I almost turned back. But then I pulled myself together and though that it was then or never. So I knocked on the door and after a few moments the door opened.

We both couldn't stop looking at each other. We both were absolutely shocked to find each other. The guy was wearing a dhoti, a sky blue kurta which had pan stains on it, and slippers. He was a Muslim and had a beard and wore one of those white caps on his head.

He smelled like he never had a bath in his life and was chewing something filthy. He was a huge guy, maybe 6 feet 2 inches and probably weighed more than 90 or 100 kgs. He wasn't muscular but huge. He had a ponch coming out, which is typical to orthodox Muslims. He gave me a top to down look and gave me lustful slimmy smile. It was like his dreams came true that he got the princess of the kingdom for his pleasure tonight. He said:

"Aa jaa, andar aaja."

I walked in the room. It was a very small room. With a wooden bed, maybe 50 years old and a dirty looking bed sheet over it. There was a small little bathroom where I could see cockroaches crawling. It was an Indian toilet and not a western to my despair. The room also had a small wooden sofa set and a small plastic table. The room was lit by a tube light and it gave it a very gloomy look. There was a bottle of alcohol kept on the table, maybe Indian alcohol with some namkeen. The guy said:

"Aaja baith. Maira naam Raza hai. Piye gi kuch?"

I replied:

"Nahin. Thank you. Maira naam Gauri hai."

Raza said:

"Tu tu poori maim sahab hai. Kya baat hai. Khoob maza aaye ga."

I almost threw up!

To my amazement, looking at me he starting scratching his crotch. He then gulped down a good 50 mL of whatever crap he was drinking. I then sat opposite to him on the bed. I was wondering where the hell am I. I was rethinking what I am doing. I thought a number of times to just run out of there but didn't have the guts. While I was in the middle of these thoughts, Raza got up and said:

"Chal shuroo karein?"

I got up immediately and said I had to go to the bathroom.

I locked myself in there and just stared in the mirror. I didn't know what to do. But then a part of me wanted to do it with him. It would be like giving food to a starving guy. He would just gulp it down. I knew he would just eat me up, and FUCK ME like an animal.

A part of me wanted that. So I decided to go for it. I removed my skirt and my top. I was in a black bra and a black panty. The bra revealed a lot of my breasts. The panties just clanged on to me in the correct places, making me look irresistible. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door and walked out.

Raza was staring at me with very greedy eyes and I could see him drooling. He started to scratch his dick more and then he gave it a nice squeeze. I guess he wasn't wearing anything under his dhoti. He gulped down more of that alcohol and then came close to me. Immediately he squeezed one of my breasts and then both of them. He pulled me towards him and started kissing me on my neck and worked his way up to my mouth and pushed his tongue in. I could taste his pan masala in my mouth and my tongue and when he moved his mouth to my neck again, I still had a little bit of his masala in my mouth. I spitted it out. My mouth was all red too.

He then pushed my bra down and started sucking on my tits. I have pink nipples and the perfect shape. He started getting wilder and started to bite them. I started screaming as it hurt and asked him to stop, but that just made him go wilder and harder. I was squeezed in his arms and he was eating up my breasts. He then picked me up and threw me on the bed. I felt like a little lamb in front of a hungry lion. He took off his dhoti and I saw the most disgusting thing in the world. His dick was so ugly and was surrounded with so much pubic hair that it looked like a jungle there. He was very hard and had a bloody huge dick.

I don't know what was it's actual length as a lot of it was hidden behind the pubic jungle, but the part that was out of it must be at least 8 inches. So even if it was 2 inches under his jungle, which must be, I had a massive 10 inch dick to slaughter me. He was completely naked and then he asked me to come to the edge of the bed and suck his dick. He said:

"Idhar baittho maim sahib. Aur choosna shuroo karo."

It was a very huge dick. There was no way I could engulf the entire thing in my mouth. Not to forget it's size. But whatever I thought, didn't matter, as he just held me from my hair and positioned my mouth in front of his dick and pushed my head towards it. I took around 3 inches of it in my mouth and my jaw started hurting like crazy. I was in agony. It's no surprise that it smelled like pee and I started throwing up on his dick. But he didn't stop. Then he said:

"Arrey itney say kya ho ga. Abhi to itna saara bahar hai. Pura andar ley"

So he kept on pushing and I was gagging over his huge dick. The dick had reached my throat, I had tears coming out of my eyes and spit out of my mouth, which was dripping all over the floor and my body, and of course Raza's dick. While I was sucking him, he kept moaning and saying:

"Aur andar ley saali. Aaj tujhey dikhata hoon chudhai kya hoti hai."
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