Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

That night, my shift ended at 10 PM and Apara relieved me. She had a magazine with her, as was usually the case when she was at the desk.

"Dinner is spinach shaak and dal." she said as she got behind the desk.

I looked at my wife. She was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was modest, but her big tits stretched its fabric. A voice in my head said, notice how she always wears sweat pants for night shifts. Maybe it is for comfort but maybe also because they are easy to slide on and off.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Nothing. You.....look very pretty." I said, covering for my unusual staring.

"Thank you." she said, with a polite smile, sounding a little surprised. Maybe because I never really complimented her. Maybe I should do that more often.

Back in our apartment, I had dinner, while going over the night's plan. I would go to bed and turn the lights off, in case she decided to check on me before doing anything. Then, I would let some time pass. It's not like she could do anything immediately. And then after a couple of hours, I would sneak out and check on her. What if I caught her in the act? It would lead to an inevitable confrontation. Well, I decided to cross that bridge when I came to it.

That night, the plan failed spectacularly. I had thought I would stay awake with the lights off. But it had been am exhausting day, so I fell asleep soon. The next thing I knew the morning alarm was going off at 5:30 and I had to go help set up the breakfast. I kept looking at Apara to see if there were any telltale signs that anything had happened. But nothing seemed amiss. I took my place at the desk while she went to bed.

Whenever there was a lull at the front desk, I would quickly sneak over to our apartment to see if she was still there. The first time, she was asleep. The next time when I opened the door, that woke her up.

"What?" she said in an annoyed sleepy voice.

"Sorry, just came to get......some juice." I gave a random excuse.

I went back to the front desk and sat there. I looked at the hotel schedule. I could see that the plumber was supposed to visit soon to fix issues in a few rooms. I remembered the guy. Lean, muscular, quite good looking. And always talked to her a lot. She also giggled and chatted with him enthusiastically in Spanish. He seemed like a great candidate for her to fool around with unbeknownst to me. She would be the one accompanying him to all the rooms, explaining the problems, and supervising him. It would be easy for them to just lock the door and....I couldn't even think about it.

After the night shift, Apara usually went to bed at 6 and woke up by around 10. 4-5 hours of sleep is the most we could get in this job on busy days. Right on schedule, she walked to the front desk at 10:15, after having showered. But she was wearing a salwar kameez, which was rare these days.

"Has the plumber come yet?"

Just as she asked, the guy walked in with his tool box. He barely nodded at me and started talking to Apara. He was laughing and talking rapidly as usual. I was surprised to note that Apara wasn't being as chatty or giggly as usual. She was being inert and matter-of-fact, no smile on her face. I guess even he noticed because he stopped chattering too much as well. In rapid Spanish, I heard Apara list down the room numbers, and from a few words here and there, I could make out she was describing the plumbing problems. He nodded quietly.

She turned around and silently started walking away. The plumber ran behind her and throwing a quick glance in my direction, said something in a questioning tone that stuck in my head.

"Marido deskon fyado?"

"Si. Vamos." Apara quickly responded. And the two turned the corner and walked away.

Instantly, a red flag went up in my head. I did not know too much Spanish, but had heard the maids talk enough to figure out a few words. One of those words was marido, which I knew meant husband. So from what I heard, I thought the guy was asking Apara if her husband would be at the desk. Why would he ask that unless they were planning some hanky-panky and he wanted to be sure I would not disturb them.

I bided my time, and looked at the work sheet. Noted what rooms he was going to be working in. And then after about twenty minutes, tiptoed towards the first room. I wasn't sure what to expect or what to do. What if the room was locked? Could I just walk in and catch them in the act? Or maybe I should run outside and look in from the window. But what if the curtains were closed. Uncertain I walked down the corridor towards the first room.

And was surprised to see the door was wide open. I peeked in. The plumber was there alone, working on the bathroom sink. Apara was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she had to take care of something else. As I walked back, I saw her in another corridor. She was with the laundry cart and her back turned towards me. Going to the laundry room. So no hanky panky yet.

That's when I heard the bell ring, which meant someone was at the front desk. I ran there, checked the guest in. Stayed there a little longer. Then went on another stroll. Again, nothing untoward. The plumber was working diligently. Apara was somewhere else. I started wondering if I was being paranoid after all. Maybe this was all in my head. Maybe I was making mountains out of molehills. I felt happy for a while, thinking all this was a misunderstanding.

One thing kept bothering me though. The way he had looked at me and asked her if I would be at the desk. Why would he ask that for no reason?

On a whim, I opened google on the front desk computer and typed in.

"Deskon fyado"

The search results said

"Showing results for desconfiado"

I clicked on the first result, which was a dictionary site. And it listed the meaning of the word

Mistrustful, Distrustful, Suspicious.

And my heart sank again. He had not asked her if her husband would be at the desk. He had asked her, probably judging by the way she was suddenly acting so aloof in front of me, if her husband had gotten suspicious. And she had replied si, which meant yes.

So my wife knew I was suspicious. And she was being careful.

My journey to become a whore
This story is about a girl named Neena. She's 5 feet and 9 inches with 34-24-34 figure with a very fair complexion and a very gorgeous girl overall. She was a typical high class girl from Delhi who had a millionaire family. She had a few sex encounters but all her previous boy friends were too 'soft' in bed for her. She always wanted to try fucking her servant or the driver but was too scared of doing so. She wanted the feeling of being treating like a whore by someone who has never tasted rich white flesh before. She had no idea how to go about this and this was making her desperate day by day
To satisfy my urges I started watching more and more porn on the internet. But I wanted to watch more Indian porn which wasn't so freely available online as was western porn. The websites which had indian porn wanted a credit card and since all my bills went to my fathers office I didn't want something unusual to come up on my statement. So I decided to go to a market to buy such CDs. These markets were generally very shaddy and hence I was a little skeptical in my plan. One such market is Palika Bazaar in New Delhi. So I decided to go there to buy some CDs.

I always wore western clothes and since I'm a tall, slim and well figured girl I get a lot of looks everywhere I go. Of course these looks were supposed to get worse when I visited a shaddy black market like Palika Bazaar. As suspected the place was full of filthy people who were chewing the filthy pan masala and had red mouths. The walls were painted with their spits and every nook and cranny smelled like it had been used for peeing. Anyway, when I entered the market I got some very funny looks from every person around there as expected. I found a lot of shops selling pirated movies but I just couldn't go to any shop and ask for a blue film as that would have been very embarrassing.

So I decided to go to the first floor where there were fewer shops and even fewer customers. The moment I went up to the first floor every shop keeper tried to sell me their product by yelling what they had. But all I wanted was some movies. A few delhi lafangas even formed a small group and started to follow me around and kept eyeing me from head to toe. I didn't mind that but it surely scared me a lot. I anyway concentrated on what I was there for and finally went to a very small shop which didn't have any customer and just one man sitting there. The shop had very little or hardly any stock as compared to the other shops which really surprised me but the fact that it didn't have much customers now made sense. A middle aged guy was sitting behind the counter and asked me how could he help me. He was chewing the same disgusting pan and spoke while he was chewing the crap. As I said he was a middle aged man, he had a moustache and the same old disgusting 80s hair cut with long permed hair at the back of the head. He was a tall and broad fellow but unlike other shop keepers he was a bit fitter and didn't have a pot belly coming out of his shirt.

So he asked me: "Haanji kya chahiye madam?"

I replied: "Kuch movies ki CDs chahiye"

He asked me : "English ya hindi?"

I replied: "Hindi"

So now he started showing me bollywood hindi movies so after quickly scanning through a few of them I said:

"Mujhe bollywood movies nahi chahiye, koi aur CDs nahi hai kya?"

I almost froze when I said those words.

He said: "Madam south indian movies to hum rakhtey nahi, bhojpuri aur punjabi movies hain, woh dikhao?"

I replied: "Nahi woh bhi nahi"

So he said: "Phir aur to bas madam double X ya triple X hi aur hoti hai."

I replied: "Haan woh dikha do please."

The guy was a little surprised and with a little smirk he gave me a lusty look towards me and went under the counter to get a black bag with a bunch of XXX movies. He took out the hindi ones and put them in front of me.

I started looking at them slowly with my eyes on the movies as I didn't have the guts to look up in his eyes. Whereas I was quite sure that he was still looking at me with his lustful eyes. So to break the awkward silence I said: "In mein se kaunsi kaunsi achi hai?"

He replied: "Madam saari hi achi hain, hum to dekhtey nahi. Hum to direct phudi hi martey hain, CD mein kya rakha hain."

I was stunned to hear those words and I looked at him with my jaw dropped. The guy was looking at me and smiling. I was speechless and froze till my bone. So I just took out a couple of the CDs and asked them to pack them for me. While doing so he told me the bill and I started to open my purse and search for the amount. While I was doing so he said:

"Madam waise in CDs mein kuch nahi rakha, aapko asli cheez try karni chahiye. Aap bolo toh mein aapki help kar sakta hu aur aap kuch paise bhi kama lengi."

I didn't know what to say but I thought this was probably the opportunity I've been looking for. So I got a hold of myself and said:

"Woh kaise?"

He said:

"Madam mera ek dost hai uska yehi business hai. Customer woh leke aata hai aur aapko commision milti hai har customer par. Aapko mazaa aur paise dono milengey. Woh yeh business apne ghar se hi chalata hai, toh jagah bhi safe hai."

Just the words coming out of his mouth made me wet and I was speechless with fright. I didn't know what to do or so but of course I had to say 'No' as I didn't even know this guy. I replied:

"Nahi nahi thank you, mein aisi nahi hu"

He said: "Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi CD dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat karna.

He said: “Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi CD dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat karna.”
Ab aage-

I don’t know what happened to me but I decided to give it a try and said OK. But I told him that I couldn’t stay for long as I have to be back home soon. It was about 11 am in the morning at that time. Also, I inquired about the place and all as I didn’t want it to be anywhere near where I lived or near any of my relatives places. He named some village near an Industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which is very isolated from the residential areas so I was satisfied.

He asked me to leave my car here itself as it would take too long to reach there by car and he took out his motorcycle. It took us about 40 mins to reach there and the place was a sight. The place was a very very filthy area and was about 2 km on a muddy pathway from the main road. I never knew that such places existed in Delhi. All the building there were one to two story and were just brick buildings with no paint or rendering on them. The road leading inside the village was wide enough for just one car to fit and hence all we found there were cycles, scooters and motorcycles. There were no asphalt roads and hence just a path made of stones and mud.

Being an offshoot from a main road and being such a remote area it was full of so many people and so many small shops. I always wondered were all the cheap and menial labourers lived and now I knew. Everyone from the menial bricklayer to the jamadars and MCD karamcharis infested the colony and this was the place they called home. I was petrified to be here and had even lost track of my way back to the main road. Ultimately, we stopped in front of a very old and broken down building which had it’s brick skeleton on display just like the other building without any paint or plastering on them. All the buildings seemed like they were abandoned half way through there construction but I guess that's how these people lived.

After parking the bike the guy guided me to the entrance of the building and then we walked our way to the first floor of the building. There were no doors or windows anywhere in the building. Rooms which people wanted to block off where bolted shut with old timber ply’s and curtains were used instead of doors and windows everywhere. On the first floor we were greeted by a tall guy in a kurta payjama and a crew cut. He seemed very much like a Haryana jaat and the moment he met the shop keeper and spoke, his accent confirmed that he really was one.

I was made to stand near the main entrance next to staircase of the first floor while those two guys went on one side to talk with each other. From where I was standing I couldn’t get a good look of the entire place but I just saw two rooms which again used curtains instead of doors. After about five minutes a girl in a towel came out from one of the rooms. Her hair were open and she came out while attempting to tie her hair. She was just wearing a towel around her. She was a typical house maid looking type of a girl with a slightly overweight figure. A few moments after that a guy came out of the same room while buttoning his shirt. When he went pass by the girl he took out five hundred rupee notes and gave it in the girls hands and started to walk towards me as I was standing next to the staircase exit. While approaching me he kept on looking at me from head to toe. When he came near me he stood still and looked at me from head to toe and started to touch me to on my waist and then work his way up to my breasts. I tried to stop him but it was no luck. So the haryanwi jat shouted at him and asked him to leave me alone. So he walked pass by me and went down. Now I saw the shop keeper getting handed a bunch of notes by the jaat and then they shook hands and started walking towards me.

The shopkeeper came to me and while pointing to the jaat said: “Madam yeh hai Ghumar Singh, yeh aapka khayal rakhengey ab. Aap inke saath jayiye”

Ghumar Singh took hold of my arm guided me inside the flat. There were rooms on both sides and just had curtains on the entrances. Ghumar Singh then in his thick jaat accent said:

“Aayo madam, ab aap ithar kaam karogi. Teri choot ka pehle mein test drive lunga phir tu kaam par lag jayiyo.”

This really scared me but excited me too. My wish of being treated like a whore was coming true. But the fact that I would be working here scared me as my understanding was that I would just try it once and if I didn’t like it I could turn it down. But looking at the place and with the kind of people around me I didn’t want to open my mouth in rebellion or even ask a simple question. I decided to see how things go and if things got too out of hand I’ll do something about it then.

Ghumar Singh took me to one of the many rooms there and closed the curtain behind him when he entered. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an Indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire room smelled like shit and pee. The entire room had a very dim feel to it.

The bed looked very rickety and the bedspread which looked like it hadn’t ever been washed. Apart from that it had a blanket on it. The entire room reminded me of my servant’s room, but that was still neater than this. The room was just big enough for the bed and two more people to stand in it. It was like a train compartment or a small quarter on a ship. The room was sealed with very thin cardboard ply on both ends. It seemed like a bigger room was divided in smaller rooms using those ply. This made me realise why the urinal was so close to the bed, as maybe the toilet part of the bigger room was used to make this as a separate room. I guess it was obvious to have such small rooms when in the prostitution business, after all turnover is everything. The bed was just at the entrance of the room and after closing the curtain there was no room to stand between the bed and the entrance. The had used every bit of real estate available to make money by making more rooms for the girls.

Ghumar Singh was about 6 feet and 3 inches tall, very broad and a muscular looking guy. He wasn’t ripped muscular instead just big and muscular. Had a slight pot belly like all Indian men and had a very distinct smell to him which would make any female puke. He had very lustful eyes, which were always red I guess due to the pan masala that he kept on chewing, which also explained his red mouth and tongue. He wore a sky blue coloured kurta pyajama and has a very typical haryanwi jaat accent.

After entering the room, he said:

“Chal ab nangi hoja phata phat, aur apni taangey kholke bistar par let ja, hum bhi to dekhe gori chut kaise lagti hai”

He had a very distinct smirk on his face when he said that and spitted out some pan masala spit while saying this on the well next to the bed where he was supposed to fuck me.

This was it, I said to myself. The transition from what I was to a big slut. I closed my eyes for a second to give myself some strength and then decided to go ahead with it as I had come so far anyway. I was wearing a long length skirt with a halter top which was sticking to my boobs. I took out my top first which exposed the black laced bra which I was wearing and accenting my boobs perfectly. i have a very tiny waste so my 34 boobs look more like 38, plus they’re very very firm and amazing to lick I’ve been told. To add that, I have pink nipples and my clean shaven pussy too is pink unlike other brown pussy which Indian girls have.

After I took off my top I started to take my skirt off, and I saw Ghumar Singh massaging his dick through his pyajama while I was doing that. I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I dropped my skirt, I was standing in front of him in just my lingerie. I then started to pick up my clothes so that I could keep them on the side neatly but just then Ghumar Singh interrupted and said:

“Arey Itna time lagayegi toh customer pareshaan ho jayega”

Then he kicked my dress to one side of the room with his feet and walked towards me. Very roughly he tore my bra and threw it on the edge of the bed and then he pushed me on the bed. I gasped when I fell on the bed and before I could get back in control he grabbed my panties and took them off and threw them again. There I was naked in front of a stranger waiting to get fucked.

He saw me lying there naked for a minute and then took off his kurta and then his pyajama. I was shocked to see him naked and asked myself as to what I was doing there naked. He was like a beast with hair all over his body and I guess never heard the word hygiene in his life. His dick was thicker than my arm and was atleast 9 inches long. It was standing erect and staring at me like a monster. It was extremely black in colour with a purple coloured head at the end. I was terrified to see it and I knew I couldn’t take that in my pussy. I have a camel toe pussy and it’s very young and fresh, I never had been fucked by a dick even half the size of his. So, I just got up in a frenzy and told him:

“Mein itna bada nahi le sakti, I’m sorry mein yeh nahi kar sakti”

I started to get up from the bed, but just then he pushed me back on the bed and said:

“Tere se koi puch raha hai kya ki tu yeh kar sakti hai ya nahi? Chup chap leti reh varna ek chamat maroonga sari akad nikal jayegi. Yeh tere baap ka ghar nahi hai jaha jo tu chahegi wohi hoga, yaha tu ek randi hai aur mein tera dalal, jo mein boloonga tu wohi karegi”

I got so scared listening to him that I had no option left. I just laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I had never been so terrified in my life.

Ghumar Singh then took hold of my legs and spread them wide open and then started to lick my pussy. He was eating my pussy like a dog eating meat rather than licking it. Although it felt good but all I could imagine was him tearing my pussy and I was very scared for that. After a little licking my pussy got wet and then he decided it was enough of that and he pushed me back in the middle of the bed and came on top of me. He started to suck my boobs and bit my pink nipples which made me shout a bit, but that only made him enjoy more. He then came up to my face and held my head by my hair and started to kiss me. He put his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the pan masala which he was chewing and so I started to gag and become sick. When he saw me doing that he pushed my hair back further by my hair and kissed me more and deeper and harder. I was already in tears. When he stopped kissing me, he saw me crying and started to laugh and said:

“Abhi se tere aasu nikal gaye, abhi to meiney tujhe chodhana bhi shuru nahi kiya. Koi baat nahi, le mera lund choos ab, tera rona band ho jayega.”

He then came up on the bed, sat over my face with his legs on either side of my face and his dick directly over my mouth. He held me by my hair and asked me to open my mouth and take it in. I hesitantly opened my mouth and started to lick his dick a little. Unsatisfied, he pushed his dick inside my mouth which made me sick and I started to gag. He didn’t seem to care and so didn’t take out his dick from my mouth. Slowly, I get a little used to it and started to lick it better. But I was unable to take even half of his dick in my mouth and this really scared me as my pussy was so much very smaller than my mouth.

Now, he got up and said:

“Aaj tujhe janaat ki saer karata hu apne lund ke saath.”

He then sat in front of my pussy and open my legs wide apart. He positioned his dick near my pussy and started to enter. It was an unbearable sight for me to see so I had closed my eyes. I was holding on to anything for some support and had my hands on the edge of the bed and was praying for it not to hurt. Just then there was a surge of pain and he was in my pussy. I shouted and screamed in pain. This just made him laugh and made me more horny. He said:

“Arey abhi to aadha bhi nahi gaya ander. Tu ek baar pura lele gi phir kabhi bahar nahi nikalna chahegi. Mere pao padegi chudney ke liye.”

He started laughing more after saying this and started to enter more in me. This made me scream more and I started to cry like a baby and started to push him away. Just then he took hold of my hands and pinned then behind my head and started to go in and out of my pussy slowly a few times. While he did that, it did hurt me but also started to feel nice and sensual. Hearing my cry and screaming, two of the working girls came in to our room and stood by the bed to watch us. One of them said:

“Abey Ghumar yeh memsahib ko kaha se pakad ke le aaya. Yeh to tere saap se mar jayegi.”

She started to squeeze my boobs while saying this.

To this Ghumar replied:

“Memsahib to randi hai ab. Aaj se mere saap ki puja karegi yeh.”

Everyone in the room was laughing at this and i was in tears.

Now Ghumar Singh started to fuck me faster and harder. He was all over my body, kissing my mouth, neck, boobs, arms, licking my face. I was wet in his saliva and my pussy juice was all over his ‘saap’. I was enjoying myself now but the pain was still there and I wished for it to just disappear.

He was fucking me so hard now that there was a slapping noise of his balls against my hips and I was so wet that I had cummed all over his dick. Soon he decided to cum too. Just before he was ready to shoot his cum, he took out his dick and sprayed it all over my upper body. He then gasped for some breath and then decided to get up.

I was exhausted and didn't have the energy to move a muscle. I was lying naked there with my legs still open and my pussy on display with my eyes closed and I was rolled in a mixture of my sweat and Ghumar’s sweat and sperm.

When he got up and wore his clothes again, he took a hold of my face with his hands, made me face him and said:

“Sirf mera lund teri choot mein jayege condom ke bina samjhi? Agar koi banda condom na pehne toh chil-la ke mujhe bulaliyo. Aur jaisa mazaa tune mujhe diya haina, har aadmi to diyo. Mujhe koi complain milli na toh doonga ek ultey haath ka, samjhi? Ab mein ek ek karkey tere saarey mard ko bhejta hu, apne aap ko paani se thoh ley aur tayaar hoja.”

There I was lying in a brothel with the sperm of my dalal on me and getting instructions to get fucked by my customers. The entire circumstances was so demeaning and somehow that kinda of excitement really excited me and made me wet again. I didn’t know what was wrong with me to be still ready for more fucking, but the thought of being fucked by people whose first name also was not known by me was very exciting. I got up with great difficulty and then sat on the urinal and washed myself with the water from the tap as much as I can. I sprayed some water on my face to get back to reality and to see if this was not a dream.

In the next 3 hours I was fucked by 5 more guys. They were all very filthy and probably the labours from a construction site nearby. They all fucked me like animals and feasted on me like a tiger eats his prey. I was never more alive in my life. I was exhausted but somehow I wasn’t completely satisfied. It felt like I belonged here and I was finally happy.

After the 5th person, Ghumar came in and asked me to join him outside for some food as it was time for my break. He passed me a bedspread and asked me to tie it around me. I followed him to another room, which was the kitchen and 4 other girls were there wearing just bedspreads like I was. One was making some tea and the other was making some food and the other two were just sitting next to them chatting and enjoying some tea. I guess these were my new friends now.

Ghumar asked me to sit down with those girls and said to the girls:

“Madam ka khayal rakhna, yeh aaj se hamarey saath kaam karegi.”

The girls passed me some tea and were very nice to me. They all were brown and black in color and looked like they were from far off villages from other states like Bihar and Orissa. One of them was from the eastern states like Sikkim or something as she looked like one. They all were intrigues as to why was I here and working to which I replied:

“Mujhe acha lagta hai yeh karna.”

All of them laughed and one of them replied:

“Memsahib toh bahut tharki hain. Yeh toh phir sahi jagah aayi hai. Yaha to usko din raat chodenge yaha ke saaley tharki kuttey.”

Then the other one said:

“Meri to choot sooj jaat hai yeh tharki kutto ka lund le le kar. Abhi to memsahib ne shuru hi kiya hai, aur iski toh choot phad hi denge yaha ke kuttey.”

Then she looked at me and inquired:

“Aaj kitne lund liye tuney?”

It was such a demeaning question and I couldn’t believe I was actually being asked that when I was lying there naked and sitting on a floor. But it excited me to live this kinda life and I replied:

“5 customer key aur sabse pehle Ghumar Singh.”

All of them again laughed and one of them said:

“Ohh! Kaisa laga Ghumar ka saap? Mazza aaya?”

I said:

“Haan lekin bahut dard hua. Bahut bada hai.”

She said:

“Arey abhi dard hua hai baad mein tu usse bheek maangegi chudne ke liye kyuki phir mazza hi usse aayega. Sabse zyada jab woh saap teri gaand mein ghusse ga.”

I was shocked and I replied back in disgust:

“Nahi nahi mein labhi apni gaand mein nahi ghussney doongi.”

They all smiled and said:

“Woh toh time hi batayega.”

I replied:

“Tum kitni baar karti ho ek din mein?”

They said:

“15 – 20 ek din mein aur kabhi kabhi usse bhi zyada.”

The girl from Sikkim was the only fair looking one there besides me and her name was Vimmi.

They said:

“Yaha par Vimmi sabse zyada leti hai, iska record hai 32 ek din me.”

I was shocked and asked how was that possible. To which Vimmi replied:

“Arey saaley kuttey uss din ek saath teen teen karke aaye they mujhe chodne. Mein uss din 20 ghantey tak chud rahi thi. Meri choot poori laal ho gayi thi aur mere saare jism par muth hi muth thi.”

I was looking at her with my eyes wide and my jaw dropped. I was so so so shocked. Just then Ghumar came in and said to me:

“Chal ab kaam par lagja chutti khattam.”

It was getting really late and I had to get back home as I also had to drive back to Palika bazaar and pick up my car and go home. It would have been impossible to reach home on time if I didn’t leave now. So I told Ghumar the same and said that I really had to go and he needs to understand else it would be a serious problem for myself and also him. He didn’t agree at first and asked me to stay for the night and then I can go in the morning but I explained to him how it was impossible. After some more explaining he agreed and said that one of his assistants will drop him but he wanted me to come back again. I agreed as I kind of liked it here and wanted to come back again. He wanted me to spend an entire night the next time I come and I agreed to that as I said I’d make arrangements the next time.
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