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From An Engineering Student To A ‘Whore’deletedI come from a higher middle class family. Both of my parents work for IT firms in Delhi. Since they both are engineers, they wanted me to become one too.My parents have done a wonderful job of raising me. They have always gone out of the way to fulfill my dreams. So when I asked to study my engineering from Mumbai, they happily agreed and there I was, a young 19 years old girl out in the city of Mumbai with all the freedom in the world to savour.About my body, I’m a 5.11” tall girl with a very fair complexion, with a bra size of 32D. I’ve always wondered why guys find girls with fair skin so hot. I’ve always got attention from guys right from my junior college and to be honest, I really enjoyed it.At the time when I was in Mumbai university, I had started to enjoy the taste of freedom life had offered me. I used to roam around on the streets of Mumbai after college with my friends. By the time I entered third year of engineering, I had basically explored the whole of Mumbai. There were many places I liked there: Marine drive, Bandstand, Juhu beach etc. We had a pretty big friend circle and the guys had their motorbikes so we also used to go for long rides at night.Also, at that time I had a boyfriend named Zeeshan. I’m a hindu by religion and have always fantasized of having a Muslim boyfriend. Around the time of second year of my college, two guys had proposed to me. Since Zeeshan was a part of the friend circle, I already knew that he had hots for me. The other guy was a complete idiot who secretly proposed to me on the rose day and that was the first time ever he talked to me! Naturally I had to politely turn down his proposal.I always used to think that Muslim guys are very good in bed. Maybe my expectations were very high but I never enjoyed having sex with Zeeshan. It was good for a couple of times initially. We used to bunk college and while all our friends were in classrooms, we used to fuck in college hostels. It was extreme fun to dodge the hostel wardens and have sex in the hostel rooms. But after the novelty wore off, there was nothing new with Zeeshan. He was really not at all different from any other non-muslim guy I have had sex with.I have to admit I’m a very dirty girl. Filth is what really turns me on. Back at home in Delhi, I was always told not to speak to our driver or the cook or basically any other servant in the house. So naturally, I always had these urges to get fucked by men from low level society. The auto-drivers, the security guards, the lumberjacks; I wanted to fuck them all.It was the time after the sixth semester that everyone was busy preparing for placements. I didn’t want a job so early in my life.Besides any time I needed money, I just had to call up my dad. So I decided not to take up balçova escort a job and do some masters programme after my engineering. Zeeshan was however very serious about his placement. Him being the sole provider to his family meant he had to get a good job. So whenever I called him up for a sex night, he used to cancel it saying he was too busy studying. Besides, he had already fucked me millions of times before. So this was nothing new to him.Being alone in vacation days sucked. Moreover, not getting attention from Zeeshan worsened the situation. Although I didn’t enjoy the sex that much, it was still good to be naked in bed with someone than sleep alone. My urges to fuck dirty men therefore become stronger and stronger every night until the emotions burst out.It was a quiet night at hostel. All were busy preparing for placements and I came up with a plan. For obvious reasons, I could not fuck any of the people near my college. Since I knew places in Mumbai, I decided to go to a brothel far away from my college. I took a taxi and stopped it 1 km before the brothel and decided to walk rest of the route.As I was walking, zillions of thoughts entered my mind. I was extremely scared. Every step I took I pictured a black ugly man penetrating me with all his might which aroused me even more. As the brothel came nearby, I began to think:‘What if my friends come to know I’ve been here?’‘What if the police raids this place and arrests me?’‘What if my parents come to know this?’I don’t know why, but I kept walking. Finally I reached my destination. It was an old un-maintained building. There were a group of men guarding the entrance. My heart beat exploded when I approached them and one of them asked in a very heavy voice:‘Kya chahiye?’.Hesitantly, I replied:‘Ahh.. Kuch nai. Sorry’.I turned my back and was about to leave the place until suddenly I turned back and replied:‘Mujhe yahan kaam karna hai!’All the men were shell shocked to hear it. There was stunned silence for some seconds after which the man replied:‘Madam, aap galat samajh rahi ho. Aap ko kahan jaana hai?’‘Mein sahi jagah par hoon. Mujhe dalaal ke paas le chalo’After a secret discussion between them, they asked me to wait and one of them called up the pimp and told him to come downstairs. In a matter of seconds, the pimp came to see me. He was a short man with a decent body build. He didn’t waste any time and directly came to business:‘Tu randi hai?’‘Nahi.’‘Kya karti hai?’‘Mein college mein padti hoon’‘Toh yahan kya karne aaye hai?’‘Mujhe try karke dekhna hai’The moment I said that, all the men started laughing so hard, I was embarrassed to the core. Suddenly I, who was about to become an engineer was among the filth of the society and they were laughing at me. A part of me was disgusted escort balçova with what was happening but another part of me embraced the moment. After they finished laughing at me and passing comments like ‘Yeh toh pakki randi hai’, the pimp called me up to his office and said:‘Mera naam Bhola hai. Mein tera dalaal hoon.’ to which I nodded obediently.‘Baaki randiyon ke mukaable mein tu kadak item hai. Tera rate jyaada rakhunga. Usmein se tera hisaab karunga.’He gave me a little tour of the floor I was about to work on. He showed me my room. It smelled like shit. I could tell that the bedsheets weren’t cleaned for ages. There were no windows in the room (quite rightly so) and there was a very small toilet-cum-bathroom with no door.I told Bhola:‘Theek hai. Mein ab taiyaar ho jaati hoon. Aap abhi jaao.’‘Itni jaldi kahan. Abhi toh teri test drive leni baaki hai’I was amazed at this comment and smiled curiously. He came near me and quickly took off my T-shirt. He examined my boobs by pressing them slightly as if he was performing a medical checkup. He then unhooked my bra and there were my boobs hanging in front of a pimp. I tried to cover them with my hands to which he resented and said:‘Itne gore stan toh aaj tak nai dekhe. Chupaa kyu rahi hai. Abhi tu meri randi hai. Jaisa mein bolunga waisa karegi’He didn’t waste any more time and took off my jeans. I was only wearing a panty standing topless in front of a man I had hardly known for an hour who was about to fuck me. The moment he started pulling off my panty, I backed off. Bhola got annoyed. He stood up and slapped me.‘Tujhe kaha na tu meri randi hai. Chup chaap idhar aa’The adrenalin rushed through my nerves. I silently took off the panty myself, came front and presented myself to my pimp. He smiled with a grin on his face. I could not believe I was actually completely nude in front of a stranger. He looked at me from top to bottom. The kind of pervert he was, I can bet he didn’t even leave my little toe’s fingernails unseen.Everything was happening so quickly I didn’t even realised what I was doing, where I really was, what was about to happen next. He grabbed me and threw me on the bed. In a matter of seconds, he undressed himself and jumped on me. No foreplay, no hugs, no kisses. He directly started to insert his thick cock inside me. I shouted:‘Condom nahi pehna hai. Please condom pahenke karo’But he laughed as if it was nothing. I was frightened and stayed in my position. I could tell his penis wasn’t that long but it was enormously thick. As he forced his way into my vagina I could hardly breathe. He was literally tearing apart my pussy. I shouted on top of my voice. The entire building could hear me. He slapped me very hard and told me to keep quiet. I was moaning in pain as he finally balçova escort bayan managed to get inside. He now started stroking my pussy. He became more and more vigorous. I was crying in agony. I could say my moans were a turn on for him as he laughed harder and harder when I cried.After penetrating my vagina, he squeezed my boobs so hard I felt they would burst apart. I mean seriously, I had sex in past but it was never so rough, so hard, so demeaning! I thought that would be it for the so called ‘test drive’ of me. But realization dawned upon me when he flipped me on bed and started to spit in my anal area. I quickly got up and said:‘Nahi, wahan nahi. Mujhe wahan nahi karna hai. Please!’I was a fool to even think that he would listen to me. He quickly grabbed my arms, pushed me on the bed and uttered:‘Itni gori choot toh saalon mein ek baar milti hai. Tera rate double karna padega’.I knew I had no say in what he does to me now. He started fingering my anal area with some oil he had kept in the room. Never ever did I have anal sex with Zeeshan and there I was lying on the bed in anticipation how will it be to get anal fucked. I could feel all the oil entering my ass. He was massaging it internally.Ultimately, the moment came and he started to insert his penis in my anal. My legs were shivering in pain. I went completely breathless for a couple of minutes. It was as if someone was drilling a big hole in my ass and it was about to explode out. The thickness of his penis was way greater than my anal thickness and it was next to impossible to enter it. But he was persistent and lubricated his penis and tried again. I was on the zenith of suffering when he finally inserted his penis in my anus. I had passed out for sometime when he woke me up by slapping me.‘Itni tight gaand hai teri. Mera lund dukh gaya. Chal mooh khol’I quietly opened my mouth as tears were rolling down my eyes. He repeatedly told me to suck his penis but I was too exhausted and all I could do was to keep it in my mouth. He started stroking my mouth and although his penis was not too big, I could feel it surpassing my little tongue. I was half asleep pretending it was just a nightmare.He then got off the bed, dressed up and said:‘Ab soneka time nahi hai. Almari mein gown pada hai woh pahen le aur apne customer ka wait kar.’As he walked out of the room, I went into the open toilet and washed myself. I searched for a decent gown from the ones there. All of them were torn at some places. I managed to find one which was relatively less torn and got dressed in it.I’ve always had these types of dreams where I’m naked in front of dirty men. Obeying what they are telling me to do. Fucking them. Sleeping with them. But never did I imagine how would it feel to actually live it. Looking in the mirror, I could not identify myself as a college going girl about to become an engineer. Instead I saw a cheap whore dressed in a gown at a brothel waiting for her customer. That day was the defining moment of my transition into who I am now.So this was the earliest encounter of me fulfilling my urges

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