I have received so many emails and messages from my readers, most of
\nthem requesting me to talk to them, or meet me, be their friends, etc. I do
\nanswer quite a few of them, and try to follow it up time after time. One such
\nfriend I found was Aditya a 32 year old fashion photographer from Mumbai. He
\nwas smart and witty during chats, and we easily became friends within 2 weeks
\non the internet. I had told him though, that I just want him to be a friend and
\nnot think of going beyond that. <\/p>\n
We used to have hot chats very often, but we both agreed to keep our
\nfeelings limited to that. We used to role play a lot on the internet, and it
\nwas enough to get me horny. We also exchanged a lot of our pictures, over the
\nnet, and I had no problems as he never asked for any nudity. All in all, he was
\na good internet friend for me as we continued to talk over the weeks and I
\nfound out that his brother was organizing a fashion show in my city.<\/p>\n
Aditya persuaded me to join him for the 3 day event being attracted to
\ndesigner clothes could not deny. We met at the venue and he made sure we got
\nthe best possible treatment at the show. I was seated next to the best
\ndesigners, and Aditya kept my company. He even took me to the backstage where I
\nwitnessed the oomph factor associated with the profession. I expressed my
\ndesire of receiving the same attention to Aditya after some arrangements, he
\ntold me to come back on the second day but he also mentioned that.<\/p>\n
I will have to go through a rigorous photo session before I get to set
\nmy foot on the ramp. I was very excited, and turned up at the backstage as
\nadvised Aditya gathered a photographer, a designer, and a make-up man, and took
\nme to the changing room, where the photo session was supposed to be held. I was
\nabout to get the opportunity of a life time, to set my foot in the fashion
\nindustry. The designer got his collection of clothes, and I was in awe
\nseeing all the clothes. Aditya told me Anahita, I am sorry, we could not
\narrange for a changing room for you, as the place is jam-packed.<\/p>\n
We agreed that I will be changing the behind a curtain and I went behind
\nthe curtain, and the designer, another man, in his 30s, pulled out a red gown
\nfor me. I was a beautiful majestic red piece, off the shoulders. The
\nphotographer started adjusting the lights when I put on the gown and appeared
\nin front of the men, they started laughing at me, and I was feeling embarrassed
\nin the situation. The designer yelled you are so dumb, you can’t how off your
\nbra strap with this gown, you look like a clown. Are you here to waste my time?<\/p>\n
I was scared, and went back immediately, got rid of my bra, and put the
\ngown back. The designer approached me now, and putting his fingers inside the
\ngown, he adjusted it to his whims. I felt his finger on my cleavage. He then
\nrubbed his palm over the gown, straightening the crease making sure he didn’t
\nmiss my breasts. I thought that he is just professional. The
\nmakeup man took over, and brushed my face, and showed me the mirror. I was
\nlooking like a princess and was overjoyed.<\/p>\n
The photographer clicked, and I was again behind the curtain for change
\nand the designer without any warning, unzipped the gown from behind while I was
\ngoing behind, and revealing my bare back. He was still probably acting
\nprofessional perhaps. I requested him to step on the other side of the curtain
\nso that I get my privacy. He did as I asked, and said but hand me the gown, I
\ndon’t want you to be throwing it and mess it up. I took off the gown standing
\nbehind the curtain, and passed over the gown. <\/p>\n
He gave me two tighter similar gowns, and I had to wear them without the
\nbra. I could feel my nipples poking out through the gown, and he always made
\nsure to iron out the creases with his palm. Now, the makeup man also was
\nworking on my hair as the designer was taking care of the black gown. I was
\ntaken care of by two young men, and I felt excited. Aditya was standing with
\nthe photographer after 2 more shoots, the designer now came up with a gown
\nwhere the hips were supposed to be revealed along with my shoulders. <\/p> \n\n
It was a beautiful navy blue gown with embedded Swarovski and the
\ndesigner saw the glow in my eyes when he forwarded it to me. I had just taken
\noff the previous gown, and was standing right in front of him only in my
\npanties with my arms covering my tits. He told me, isn’t this amazing, but you
\nwill have to take your panties off too. I don’t want its beauty to be spoiled
\nby your strings. I went behind the rack and took off my panties immediately,
\nextending my arms, I took the dress and wore it. The designer did his usual by
\nadjusting the top and ironing out the creases.<\/p>\n
He then put his hand inside the
\ncut around the hip, and put his palm on my bare butt giving me a strange smile.
\nI smiled back. The make up man was gradually coming closer to my face, and we
\nwere breathing on each other\u2019s Aditya too stood behind me, and started to give
\nme a soothing back rub as my makeup was being taken care off. I am not sure
\nwhat was happening, but I felt spark all around me. <\/p>\n
I was not sure if it was just me who was feeling the heat, or the guys
\nwere actually into me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and it was the
\nmost beautiful dress I have ever worn, perfectly fitting me, sparkling, adding
\nto the glow on my face. The photographer clicked me in various poses, and the
\ndesigner pulled out a bright yellow dress. This time, it was even smaller, and
\nwas expected to be revealing the top half of my cleavage, and barely covering
\nhalf of my thighs. <\/p>\n
I was getting more and more comfortable with the men around. I went
\nbehind the rack, took off the gown, slipped my panties back on, and coming out
\nin open, with one hand across my breasts, and the other handing over the gown
\nto Aditya, who was keeping them aside. The designer, who was about to hand
\nme the yellow gown, said you better keep your panties off, we don\u2019t want them
\nto be seen in the photographs.\u201d I took the dress, going behind the curtain; I
\ntook my panties off, and slipped in the gown.<\/p>\n
This time, it was Aditya, who
\ncame up to adjust the dress bending his knees, he went down, and pulled my gown
\na little lower. I was sure he was seeing my pussy and now the dress was low
\nenough to just reveal my brown tits. He stood back up, and adjusted the dress
\nfrom top, hiding my tits. He had already felt them for the first time. I didn’t
\nresist even a bit, because I now wanted all of it to happen. The guys around me
\ndid not let any opportunity go to touch me, or come close to me, yet they did
\nit all in a very professional manner. <\/p>\n
I was going more and more desperate as the guys did not let their wishes
\nknown. I have never been an initiator in any of my encounters. The photographer
\nstarted his job, and I was made to pose in ways which would have nearly exposed
\nmy pussy and I went behind the rack, got naked again, and was thinking of ways
\nto let them know my desire. I put my finger in my pussy, and it was wet
\nalready, ready to be rampaged. I got a new dress now, this time, a red one with
\na cut in the middle of the breast region giving a full view of my cleavage.<\/p>\n
I wore it in a manner so as to reveal the maximum of my breasts. I also
\nmade sure there were enough creases on the gown and that these men will take
\ncare of. The designer approached me, and I gave him an inviting smile placing
\nhis hand in the cut, he adjusted the lining over my breast. Taking care of the
\ncreases, he went back, and the entire procedure was repeated. I was now getting
\ndisappointed as none of these men had made a move yet. So this time, I decided
\nto take off my clothes right in front of them as I took off the gown.<\/p>\n
I was totally naked in front of them. I immediately covered my breast
\nwith one arm, and the pussy with another, walking behind the rack, giving them
\na good view of my butts, hoping that they will now want more from me. The
\ndesigner came to me, and handed me another dress, as he stood on the other side
\nof the curtain. This time, it was a dress with buttons in front from top to
\nbottom, extending up to my legs. I thought that this was my opportunity to get
\nthem up close again. <\/p>\n
I left the top four buttons open, and stepped out, giving them almost a
\ncomplete look of my breasts, barely covering my nipples. This time, the makeup
\nman approached me first, and started working on my hair and face. I could see him
\nglancing at my breasts and this satisfied me as I knew that he was getting
\ndistracted. However, he maintained his professionalism and left after his job
\nwas done. The designer came, buttoned the suit, and said, we are not into
\npornography.<\/p>\n
I was totally embarrassed and frustrated now. I was getting wetter
\nand wetter with passing time, and there was no one to satisfy me. I was so
\ndesperate that I would have paid them now to fuck me after the photographs were
\ntaken, I went back behind the curtain to change, and took the cloth off. I put
\nmy hand in my pussy, and I was even wetter by now. So, I called out for Aditya to
\nhelp me out with the dress as he came to me, he saw me totally naked putting my
\nfinger in my pussy and I asked maybe I could use a hand.<\/p>\n
He stood there, and watched, as I tried to get him to grope me but to my
\nshock, he stood there, and called the other men, and the designer and
\nphotographer started yelling at me saying you are such a slut, get the hell out
\nof here. It is people like you who malign the names in the world of modelling
\nand the designer gathered my clothes, threw it on me, and said you should be
\nashamed for doing this go to a brothel and show off like this and I was
\nshattered, as this was my first experience of being rejected by men.<\/p>\n
Moreover, I was wet, and deprived, and was being insulted while I was
\nsitting naked. I put my clothes on in front of the men, and left the room with
\nmy face down, not being even able to look at them. I wept all the way to my
\nhome, and laid down on the bed not being able to get over the incident. It
\nwas eight in the evening, I heard a bell on the door and to my surprise, and
\nthe same men were standing there. Aditya said the designer is too impressed by
\nyour face and he wants to shoot you in his favourite design. <\/p>\n
I let them in and the handed me a box the designer said wear
\nthis and come back. I think this is meant only for you.” I went to my
\nroom, took off my clothes, and as I opened the box, I saw that it contained, a
\nvery small bright red two piece, and a red collar. I also realized that they
\nhave come to my house without any camera, and I knew that I was about to get
\nwhat I wanted. I wore the clothes, and appeared in front of them, and all of
\nthem were sitting in my drawing room.<\/p>\n
I had shown them by now how desperate I am and now I was ready to be
\nrampaged by 4 men. The designer walked up to me and started to tease me by
\nrubbing the back of his hand against my bare waist. I closed my eyes, and
\nstarted to take deep breaths. He whispered in my ear, “We have got few
\naccessories for you too. His hand has by now moved inside my bra, and he was
\nsqueezing my tits gently. He walked me to the pillar in the drawing room, to
\nwhich a long rope was tied. <\/p>\n
The free end was tied to my foot, and I was their prisoner now with
\nanother rope, they tied my hands firmly to the pillar, and I was stuck standing
\nagainst the pillar wearing bright red bra and panties, and a collar around my
\nneck. Aditya came back the kitchen with some ice-cubes in his hands, and he
\npulled my panties, placing one inside, and then in the cups of my bra. My
\nnipples started to get firm, and I was shivering as the ice melted, the guys
\nstarted to lick the dripping water off my bare thighs and waist as they
\ncontinued to explore my bare body. <\/p>\n
I was being treated like a porn star without the cameras and I loved
\nevery moment of it. The guys had already seen me naked back in the studio, and
\nhence were in no hurry to strip me. They just wanted to tease me till I beg
\nthem to fuck me. Their plan was working very well. I was moaning loud as they
\ntouched my bare shoulders and waist Aditya pulled out a mouth gag, and tied it
\naround my mouth, gagging me preventing me from making any noise. I loved the
\ntoy, but had no idea what was coming next. <\/p>\n
My hands were released and I was now free to move around the pillar, as
\nmy foot was still tied to it. I was very desperate to get the fucking started,
\nso I lowered my panties and pulled my free leg out of it, while it was still
\nstuck in the tied leg. The guys were laughing at me for my desperate state, and
\nhad my mouth not been gagged, I would have been begging them to fuck me. The
\nphotographer pushed me from behind and I was on my knees and elbows. The
\ndesigner pulled out a black whip from his pocket, and unleashed it on my
\nbuttock.<\/p>\n
He hit it so hard that it felt like a bolt of lightning. I could not
\neven scream because of the mouth gag, and everyone enjoyed it including me. The
\nwhipping continued for a while, and I was enjoying being treated in this
\nmanner. The guys then took off their pants, and the designer said, “Now
\nyou see the pain bitch. You must take care of three of our cocks equally at the
\nsame time, and if the fourth guy sees that you are neglecting any one, he will
\npunish you again.<\/p>\n
The makeup man stood behind me Aditya opposite me, and the other two by
\nmy sides. The gag was taken off, and so was my bra. I was on my knees on front
\nof four guys wearing only a collar. Aditya thrusted his cock inside my mouth and
\nI gripped the other two cocks in my hands it was very difficult to give equal
\nattention to all, and I was being constantly whipped harder and harder on my
\nbutt after ten minutes of beating, I was able to satisfy all three of them at
\nthe same time with equal attention. <\/p>\n
It was then that the photographer inserted his finger in my pussy, and
\nstarted to rub. I finally got something for my pussy after so much of struggle.
\nIt felt like heaven, and as his fingers explored me, I stopped entertaining the
\nthree cocks, and was about to throw into orgasms. The guys were also now
\npumping their cum all over my body. I was moaning out louder than ever waiting
\nto squirt out my honey when the photographer took his finger out. I had closed
\nmy eyes and was cursing them aloud on the floor. <\/p>\n
All of a sudden, I felt someone pouring warm water on my belly, and when
\nI opened my eyes, it was Aditya pissing on me. The other men stood, and waited
\nfor their turn to do the same. I laid unmoved on the floor, as I felt drops of
\nurine splashing on my body. The other guys then took turns to shower on my
\nbreasts, and finally on my face, I got back to my senses after the golden
\nshower to find my naked body drenched in urine.<\/p>\n
The door bell rang, and I realized that this is probably my hubby
\noutside. I was tied to a pillar in my house, naked, and drenched in urine with
\nfour naked men. The guys untied me, and were planning to escape from some
\nwindow but it was impossible for me to clean up before my hubby entered. I
\npicked up my cell phone, and called my hubby informing that I had to go to a
\nfriend’s house for some emergency, and will be back the next day and persuaded
\nhim to stay out for the night. <\/p>\n
The designer looked at me in awe and said you are one hell of a thirsty
\nbitch. You know you are going to go through hell tonight with us.” I
\nwalked up to the designer, and putting my hand on his shoulder, I entangled my
\nleg around him, moving it up and down as our thighs rubbed against each
\nothers’. I whispered, show me how wild you can get, my cunt is waiting and I
\nheld is hand and guided it towards my pussy.<\/p>\n
He immediately pushed me away and holding my hair tight and he pulled it
\nhard and shouted and I know your cunt is thirsty for anything, but you can\u2019t get quench it so
\neasily be my slave for the night. Do whatever I ask you to. He was absolutely
\nright. I would have done anything for a man’s organ in my pussy with my finger
\nin my pussy I replied, how may I oblige you master? The guys were laughing at
\nmy desperate state, and the photographer who was again standing with the whip
\nsaid do not touch your cunt unless we allow you to, otherwise.<\/p>\n
I shall punish you and he lashed his whip around my waist and I withdrew
\nmy finger immediately. The make up man told me and you are stinking in our urine
\nslut; lick yourself clean. I was not sure what I was supposed to do, and I kept
\non staring at him. Aditya got hold of a cane, and stuck me hard on my back and
\nscreamed do as we say you slave, or I will punish you and I noticed the red
\nmark that was developing around my waist after the last whip and started to
\nlick my hands in order to avoid any further punishment. <\/p>\n
This was not the first time that I was tasting urine. I licked my hands,
\nlegs, pits, and even my breasts. They took me to the bathroom, and started
\nshowering me with the hand shower, cleaning me up. Aditya pointed the shower
\naround my pussy. I was getting aroused, and more and more, and my fingers
\nreached my pussy again, beginning to rub it, when I felt another whiplash over
\nmy breast. I took my hand away, but they continued to spray water along my
\ninner thighs, and I had to resist the will to stimulate my pussy.<\/p>\n
The guys now carried me to the bedroom; all of us drenched in water, and
\nlaid me down on my bed. The cameraman was now tickling my inner thighs with his
\nfingers, and I was hoping that he reaches out to my pussy, but he continued to
\ntease me. My cunt was dripping, and it was then I started begging for a fuck please,
\nsomeone fuck me. I have been doing whatever you guys wanted me to do. I can\u2019t
\nresist anymore. I need a cock in my pussy now and I saw the designer whispering
\nin the ears of Aditya,<\/p>\n
The designer said you have to show that you deserve our dicks in your
\npussy get us drunk, and maybe we can then fuck you and it was almost midnight,
\nand I replied and I don’t keep alcohol in our house, how will I get you drunk?
\nThe makeup man said it is you who need the fuck, find out the solution bitch
\nand I suggested that we can get it from the shop nearby, and they agreed to
\ntake me there if I buy it for them. I rushed to my wardrobe when Aditya said hust
\ntake your purse bitch.<\/p>\n
We have clothes for you and he pulled out a crimson red two piece lacy
\nbikini and threw it at me. I was being asked to buy alcohol at midnight
\nwearing only a bikini. He continued cover your leaking pussy with this and
\nlet\u2019s hurry up.” I felt a thrill at the very thought of this, and I took
\nmy purse, put the bikini on, and went to my car parked outside. The guys
\nmade me drive the car, and ordered me to take them to an alcohol shop. The guys
\nturned on the lights in the car to make sure that I got noticed by anyone
\noutside the car.<\/p>\n
Aditya put his hands inside my panties, and I was getting hotter with
\nevery passing second. I made sure that I drove the car slowly to avoid any
\naccident. We reached the shop, and the designer said, “Go, get us some
\nalcohol bitch”, and he handed me my purse. I was about to pay for the
\nfirst time in my life to get fucked on top of that, I was expected to buy the
\nbooze wearing only bikini. I was nervous now, not knowing how the shop owner
\nwill react to me.<\/p>\n
The road was totally silent, but I did see a couple of North-East Indian
\n(Chinkis) men at the counter probably buying booze too. I got down from the
\ncar, covering my breasts with my arm across them, and walked up to the counter.
\nThe guys at the counter saw me, and just waited. I reached the counter, and
\nasked for Whiskey. They stepped closer, and rubbing my back gently asked,
\n“How can we help you madam?” They were totally under the influence of
\nalcohol. <\/p>\n
I looked at the guys in the car, and they were just watching and
\nenjoying the scene. The men slipped their hands inside my panties, and were now
\nmoving over my butt. I saw the shopkeeper just standing and blankly staring at
\nmy cleavage. I felt the danger, and without revolting about the intruding hands,
\nreminded the shop owner to give me the whiskey, as the guys behind me started
\nto pinch my buttocks. The shop keeper intentionally took his time while the two
\nguys were exploring me further.<\/p>\n
Their hands moved up again, and I felt a snap at my back. My bra was
\nunhooked, and they pulled it down in a flash revealing my nipples. The
\nshopkeeper was back at the counter with the alcohol, and was enjoying the
\nscene. I stood there trying to hide my tits with my purse, and begged please
\ndon’t hurt me, let me go! They started laughing loud, and were talking among themselves
\nin a language I did not understand. One of them was holding my bra to his face,
\nand smelling it, while the other one was trying to grab it from his hand. <\/p>\n
They appeared to be fighting for my bra and I immediately took out money
\nfrom my purse, and paid for the Whiskey, as the two men continued to fight
\namong themselves. As I turned and started to move towards my car, one of them
\ngrabbed my shoulders, and pulled my panties down. I was stark naked on the
\nstreet at the mercy of two North-East Indians. I called the guys in the car for
\nhelp, but they just watched, as the guy grabbed my hips tight, and lifted me
\nback to the counter of the shop.<\/p>\n
I was holding my purse and the whiskey tight, as my abdomen was pushed
\nto the counter while I was being groped from behind. The other dropped his
\npants and undies, and I knew I was about to get fucked. I kept my purse and the
\nalcohol on the counter. I was beginning to get wet again, and the guys were
\nsurprised at my lack of resistance. The men in the car came out to help me. The
\nguy groping me stopped them at the gunpoint and pushed them back in the car in
\nthe mean time.<\/p>\n
The guy who had dropped his pants to charge of me and after waiting for
\nthe entire day, I was about to get a cock in my pussy. I parted my butt-cheeks
\nas the guy grabbed my breast from behind, and penetrated my wet cunt with his
\ndick. It slipped in easily and I let out a huge moan from the very first
\nstroke. He crushed my breasts hard and continued to fuck me. The shopkeeper
\nstood right in front of me, watching me moan. Out of sheer pleasure and I
\ngrabbed his head, and put my mouth on his, kissing passionately. <\/p>\n
I was having sexual encounter on an open street with complete strangers.
\nI started throwing orgasms immediately. The man with the gun made sure that the
\nguys in the car stayed inside. I was continuously being rammed from behind, and
\nI was moaning out loud on street. Soon, I felt a gush in my cunt and the man
\nhad cum inside me within five minutes. The shop owner came out of the shop, and
\nopened the bottle of whiskey for me, and made sure I was drinking the neat
\nwhiskey. <\/p>\n
The man with the gun handed the gun to his partner and dropped his pants
\npositioning himself behind me. He immediately guided his cock inside me, and
\nstarted the jerky movement. His hands were twisting my nipples instead of
\ncrushing them. The shop owner drank some whiskey, and started to pour it in my
\nmouth from his. I was beginning to feel the effect of alcohol. I looked around,
\nand found a couple of people peeping from their windows and balcony. <\/p>\n
I felt another jet inside my pussy, and the shop owner approached me
\nfrom behind. He pushed his cock in my ass, and I let out a loud moan. I was
\nsinking in the effect of alcohol, and passed out and I woke up on the street
\nunder the counter of the alcohol shop. The sun was rising, and there were very
\nfew people seen at distant. I stood up naked and located my bra and panties
\nlying on the floor. I immediately wore them, and covered myself with the rug. I
\nwas in pain underneath after all the fucking.<\/p>\n
I saw my car where I had parked it yesterday, and inside slept the
\nalcohol shop owner. I couldn’t locate my purse, the car keys and so I approached
\nthe man in my car and woke him up. He said, I have your purse and keys inside
\nmy store madam, but I will give it to you only after you let me fuck you in the
\ncar and I was very tired and recalled that my husband will be home soon. I
\nreplied please let me go now, I promise to do it later.” He said, how can
\nI trust you whore? <\/p>\n
I am not letting you go with your purse and car and fool me like
\nthis.” Sitting in the car, I kissed him hard, and placed my hand on his
\ncock inside his pants. Rubbing him, I reassured him, “Get my purse, I will
\nhand you my ATM card, you can withdraw 20000 rupees, and keep them until I
\nspend an entire night as per your wishes. Take my phone number too. He was ecstatic
\nat the offer, and said two nights, for letting you go now.” I had to agree
\nso that I could reach home before my husband, and settle down. <\/p>\n
He took the money, handed me the keys and wallet, and I drove home in my
\nbikini. I was sore after the incident at night, and was bruised over face,
\nelbows and knees. My husband returned home, and asked me about the bruise when
\nI told him that it was due to an accident, he had probably understood that I was
\nlying but he did not bother probing further. Perhaps, he knew what a slut I am.<\/p>\n
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