Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Group Sex, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - While on a visit to Bombay, I stayed with my friend, Kris. There I met Amita, a beggar girl. Kris invites her to join the blue film industry. After initial hesitation Amita agrees.



After Nisha, the little one, got married I felt very lonely and depressed. I required a change of scenery to get her out of mind and system. As I had never been to Bombay, I decided to visit it. I contacted my college friend Krishan, who lived there.

"Good idea, Saheb. I have a nice flat and you must stay with me. We will enjoy ourselves like in the old days," he said enthusiastically.

He received me at the railway station and took me to his flat. The flat consisted of a bedroom with attached bathroom, drawing cum dining room, a kitchen and store etc. It was nicely decorated.

"Saheb, I hope you don't mind sharing the bedroom with me," Krishan said.

"Of course not, Krishan. I see you are also a bachelor like me," I said.

"Yes, in this cruel city of Bombay you require lots of money to be able to support a wife in style," he replied laughing, "Call me Kris. It is more convenient."

In the evening he produced a bottle of scotch and ordered tandoori snacks from a take out. While we drank and ate, I said, "Kris, I know that you are connected with the film industry but what exactly do you do?"

"I am a director but I'll do anything where I can earn a buck. If one wants to survive in Bombay then one must be ready to do just about anything short of committing murder that is," he laughed.

"You are a director; maybe I have seen some of your movies. Tell me their titles," I asked.

"No, you couldn't have," he laughed, "I've assisted in a few low budget regional language films only."

Then he named some of them.

"Sorry, never heard of them," I replied truthfully.

"I told you so," Kris said, "Saheb, I know I am good. What I need is a break. Yes, just one chance to direct a film independently. Then Kris will be the new star on the horizon."

"I believe you. I am sure one day you'll make it," I said.

"Saheb, in school I had read that Lady Luck knocks at everyone's door. I am still waiting for her to knock on mine," he laughed.

"Yes, my friend, life is hard. I am also waiting for an opportunity to strike out on my own. I am fed up of this nine to five routine," I said.

That night we went to sleep only after we had killed the bottle with the result that I got up late the next morning. There was no sign of Kris. He had left a note reading:

Dear Saheb,

"Sorry pal, I have some errands to run and will be back by noon. Don't wait for me for breakfast. Please help yourself. There is lots of foodstuff in the fridge. See you.

Kris."

I made a cup of tea for myself and peeked into the fridge. It was indeed full. I drank my tea leisurely while reading the morning papers. Then I decided to take get ready. After shaving I took a long shower.

As I was finishing I heard the doorbell ring. At first, I ignored it but it continued to ring. "Maybe it is Kris's Lady Luck," I said to myself and throwing on my bathrobe opened the door.

I found a young girl at the door.

"What do you want?" I asked brusquely.

"Please sir, give me some money, I am very hungry. I have not eaten since yesterday," she begged.

I looked at her more carefully. She was apparently a beggar. Her face was dirty and was wearing tattered clothes. I was basically against giving money to beggars. My experience was that they invariably used it for wrong purposes. If she was hungry then I could give her something to eat.

"I am about to have breakfast," I said, "If you want you can join me."

"I will soon find out if she is really as hungry as she says," I thought.

She looked at me dressed in a bathrobe and hesitated. "If you want food then I can give you some but no money," I said repeating my invitation, "Decide quickly. I can't stand here half naked all day."

"All right," she said and came in.

"Would you like some eggs and toast?" I asked.

"Anything would do. Beggars can't be choosers," she replied smiling.

"She has a beautiful smile and if she washes her face then she would be quite pretty. It would be nice if I could fuck her," I thought.

"You sit here while I scramble some eggs," I said leading her to the dining table.

"If you like I can help," she offered, "I am a good cook."

"Okay, you scramble the eggs," I said handing her eight eggs, "while I brew some tea."

While she made the eggs I laid the table and when the breakfast was ready I took a small part on the eggs and gave her the balance. I placed a full loaf of bread before her and watched her eat.

The way she sat at the table and used the cutlery, I thought that this girl was not born a beggar and decided to find out more about her background.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Amffita," she replied with her mouth full of eggs and bread.

"Amrita?" I laughed.

"No, Amita," she said.

"Amita, where do you live?" I asked.

"Where do beggars live, on the streets, babu (sir)? We have no permanent place. At present I sleep in a mud hut in the slums about two miles from here," she replied.

The desire to fuck her became stronger. Blood rushed into my loins making my cock half-stiff. To gauge her reaction I decided to talk about sex.

"Tujhe dar nahin lagta ki koyi raat ko tuhje zabardasti cho... (Aren't you scared that one night someone will fu... )," I said leaving the sentence incomplete.

"Keh dijiye na, ki koyi mujhe chod dega (Say it that someone will fuck me)," she replied without blushing.

"She is quite experienced even at this young age," I thought, "but it really didn't matter. A choot (cunt) is a choot."

"Has someone..." I asked.

"Abhi tak tau kissi ne mujhe nahin choda hai lakin shayad aaj raat ko meri kori choot phardi jayegi (No one has fucked me as yet but in all probability I will be deflowered tonight," she said with down cast eyes.

"How do you know this?" I asked surprised.

"I know it," she replied.

"Why don't you run away and save your virginity," I suggested.

"How long will I run? One day someone is going to fuck my cunt. It is only to save this stupid virginity that I became a beggar," she replied.

"Really, would you like to tell me?" I requested.

"Sir, it is a long story," she said wistfully.

"I have time and you also require time to digest your food in peace," I smiled.

"All right, sir, then listen," she said, "I was born to well to do parents. We owned a house, a car and all other nice things of life. It seems that HE could not bear to see our small happy family. Five years ago when I was fifteen, fate took a hand in our lives. One day my parents were killed in a car accident. In minutes my sister and I became orphans."

"Just a second, you said that five years ago you were fifteen. How old are you now?" I asked.

"I am nearly twenty," she replied.

"My God, you are twenty! You don't look a day older than fourteen," I exclaimed surprised.

"Our childish looks run in the family. My mother, despite having two grown up daughters, did not look more than twenty-five. Sir, my sister Anita is eighteen but looks only thirteen. Maybe it is our childish looks that has allowed us to remain virgins for so long," she smiled.

"Where is your sister? Is she also a beggar like you?" I asked.

"Yes sir, we are together. She is begging in the next street. I am supposed to meet up with her at one," Amita replied.

"Sorry I interrupted you. Please continue," I said apologetically.

"Only family left was my Chacha (uncle- father's younger brother)," Amita continued her story, "He came to my parents' funeral. Afterwards he took us with him to his home. He had no children of his own and loved us very much but our chachi (aunt — wife of chacha) was a bitch. She hated us and made us cook and do all the household work. She would abuse us and beat us at the slightest pretext."

"Uncle had us admitted in the local school. We attended it whenever chachi would let us. She would always tell our chacha, "Educating them is nothing but waste of money. In a few years they will get fucked and produce children."

"Let them study till then," chacha would always reply.

"After a year one night when I was passing the open window of uncle's bedroom I heard the word chudai (fucking). Curious I stopped and peeped in through the window. I was shocked. Babu, believe me both my chacha and chachi were naked. Chacha was half reclining on the bedstead and chachi sat next to him holding his half-erect cock in her hand. Moving into the shadows I continued to watch.

"Dekho na, itni der choosne ke baad bhi tumhaara laurda kharda nahi hua (Look here, even after sucking your cock for so long it has not become hard)," chachi complained.

"Thorda aur choos bahut achcha lagta hai (Suck a little more. It feels very good)," chacha replied calmly.

"No, I am not going to suck it anymore. Remember when you deflowered the washerwoman's daughter? Your cock used to become so hard that with her it gave me also lot of pleasure," chachi said, smiling, "Yes, those were the days." chacha said.

I noticed that at the mention of the washerwoman's daughter chacha's cock became slightly harder and bigger.

"Yes, those were the days," chacha said fisting his half erect cock, "but that ungrateful girl had to get married."

"What you require now is another tight virgin to deflower," Chachi said.

"That would be nice but where will we get one," chacha said sighing.

"I have a virgin for you. Actually not one but two virgins," chachi replied smiling.

"Really, who are they?" chacha asked.

"Amita and Anita," chachi giggled. Hearing our names my heart sank.

"Woman, are you mad," chacha said getting annoyed, "have you forgotten that they are my brother's daughters. They are my own blood."

"What if they are your own blood? They have tight virgin choots, don't they? I've decided. You must fuck them," chachi told my chacha.

"Nahin, main apni betiyon ko kaisse chod sakta hoon (No, how can I fuck my own daughters)," chacha said.

"Is this your final decision?" chachi asked.

"Yes," chacha replied.

"Okay, then I will have to ask my brother to do it," chachi announced.

"What has your no good brother got to do with my nieces?" chacha asked.

"Sab kuch, woh tau pichele hafte hee dono ki choot ka chod chod kar keema banana chahata tha (Everything, only last week he wanted to make mince meat of their tight virgin cunts last week)," chachi said.

"I hope you did not let him touch the girls," chacha said his face red with anger.

"Of course not because I wanted to preserve their virginity for your lund (cock). If you don't want to deflower them then he will be very happy to oblige," chachi laughed.

"You wouldn't dare," chacha said angrily.

"Like hell I wouldn't," chachi said laughing, "and after he and his friends get tired of their choots then he'll sell them to a brothel. This way he can make some money out of them too."

"Tell me why do you hate them so much? What have these poor girls done to you?" chacha asked suddenly calming down.

"They have done nothing but their and your mother did. When I got married then they sat on their fat asses farting and chewing beetle leaf and made me do all the work. They took pleasure in pointing out imaginary faults. Even at night they did not like my coming to you."

"Your mother always said to me, "Bahu, abhi se apne kamare main ja kar kya karegi? Kya apni gaand marwayegi? Idhar aa aur mere paun daba (Bahu (daughter in law), what is the hurry to go to your room? Is someone waiting to fuck you in your ass hole? It is still early press my feet)."

And she would say to their mother, "Child, it is getting late. Go to your husband otherwise he might fall asleep."

"The bloody bitch. By the time she would let me go then you would be fast asleep or too tired to fuck me. They both are dead and I hope their souls rot in hell but they have left these two behind. I will wreak my revenge on them. So you won't fuck them. Is this your last word?" chachi asked.

"Poor girls, I pity them. Darling, I am thinking that if they are to lose their cherry anyway then why shouldn't I deflower them and you can also enjoy yourself," chacha said kissing my chachi.

"Babu, when I heard chacha say that he will fuck us then tears started to run down my cheeks," Amita said to me.

Chachi got up and said, "Good, I will fetch Amita. She is the elder one and should lose her cherry first."

"No, my dear, not tonight," chacha said, "See my cock is hard as a rock now. You enjoy this erection tonight and I will take care of Amita's kori choot (virgin cunt) tomorrow night."

"Promise," chachi asked.

"Promise," chacha said pulling chachi into his bed.

"See what did I tell you? Just the thought of fucking their virgin cunts has made you so hard. I wonder how hard it will become when you really fuck them. I can hardly wait till tomorrow," chachi giggled lying down and spreading her legs.

"Not so fast. First suck my cock," chacha said.

"No, fuck me," Chachi said.

"Please, darling, suck me first then I'll fuck you," chacha said.

"Okay, but only a little," chachi said and sitting up started to suck my chacha's cock. After sucking it for ten minutes, she said, lying down, "Now you fuck me."

"Okay, here goes," chacha said ramming his lund into chachi's choot.

"AAAAHHHHhhhh, it feels good," chachi sighed as chacha moved his lund in and out of chachi's choot.

"To me chacha's cock looked very big. I thought if chacha pushes this big rod into chachi's choot then she would get hurt. I was surprised that chachi instead of screaming with pain sighed loudly with pleasure."

"Babu, I wanted to leave but I could not move. Fascinated, I watched them fuck. I had never seen fucking before. Wide-eyed, I stared as my uncle pushed his lund in and out of chachi's choot."

"Chachi was moaning with pleasure. Then I noticed that her bottoms started to move in the rhythm of chacha's strokes. With each in and out stroke her moans became louder and louder. Despite the impending threat of being deflowered by my chacha my choot became wet and started to drip."

"YES, MY DARLING, RAM YOUR LUND (COCK) HARDER INTO ME. Y... HES FASTER," she squealed with pleasure.

Chacha's strokes became shorter and harder. My chachi shouted, "OH IT FEELS SO LOVELY. Y... HES Y... HES FUCK ME HARDER. GOD, GO ON FASTER Y... HES THIS IS IT. DAAAARRRLING, I AM ABOUT TO CUM. Y... HES, I AM THERE. OH OHHH OHHHHHH I AMMMM CUUUUMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG," chachi shouted and lay still gasping for breath.

My chacha continued to move his cock in and out. Then he suddenly he pushed his cock deep into chachi's choot and with loud grunt lay panting on top of chachi. They lay kissing each other for a long time then suddenly the lights were switched off.

Babu, with a heavy heart I went to my room. My sister was sleeping soundly. But I could hardly sleep that night thinking what I should do. Before I knew it was morning. I still did not know what to do to save our virginities and reconciled myself to our fate.

Every morning at nine, my chachi went to the temple and returned around eleven. This was her daily routine. "Amita, if chacha calls you then don't dawdle. Go to him quickly, understood," she said before leaving for the temple.

Half an hour later chacha summoned me to his room.

"This is it," I thought, "Ab woh meri choot phardenge (He is going to deflower me now)."

With heavy steps I went to his room. On the way I picked up a kitchen knife, which I hid in the folds of my clothes. I thought that if he tried to fuck me then I would kill him and then myself. This way, at least, Anita will be saved the humiliation of being fucked by her own chacha.

"Come here, my dear," he said smiling, "you are looking very pretty today."

"Thank you," I said tightening my grip on the knife and waited for him to make his next move.

He then took out a big bundle of notes from his pocket and peeling off a note, said, "Here take this. Buy Anita and yourself some chocolate to eat."

Then opening his cupboard placed the money inside.

"Amita, I must go now I have to open the shop early today. Remember your chachi will return by eleven," he said and giving me a big hug hurried off to open his shop.

This was not what I had expected. My uncle was basically a miser. He had never given me so much money before and that too to buy chocolate. It was very unusual behavior for him. Yes, chacha was behaving oddly. I had never seen him displaying his money and he never opened his cupboard in front of anyone not even in front of chachi.

Then I noticed the keys hanging on the cupboard. "Is he trying to tell me something?" I thought.

Then it suddenly hit me. He didn't want to fuck us. He had said yes just to please chachi. He wanted me to take the money in the cupboard and run away with Anita. I took the money out of the cupboard. Then Anita and I packed a few clothes and were out of the house within fifteen minutes.

"Didi (elder sister), where are we going?" Anita asked.

"Just come along. There is no time to explain," I told her, "I'll answer all your questions later."

We went straight to the railway station and took the first train out of town. The train brought us to a city about hundred miles away. There we both worked as domestic help.

It was the first time we had to face the reality of life. We had to change jobs every three or four month because some man or the other in the household where we worked or in the neighborhood would try to molest us.

In school I had read about Bombay, the city of thousand opportunities. A year ago Anita and I decided to come to Bombay and try our luck. Bombay was even worse. Here everyone saw us not as girls but only as choots meant to be fucked.

One afternoon I met Jaya, a beggar girl, from the south. I told her about my experience with men. "Welcome to Bombay," she laughed and she advised me to beg like her.

"Kahin bhikari humain chodenge tau nahin? (Won't the beggars fuck us?)" I asked.

"There is honor among beggars. You will be safe as long as you don't steal from other beggars," she said laughing, "Look at me, I am begging since birth and I am still a virgin."

We took her advice and gave up our job and started to beg.

"Babu, this is the story of my short life," Amita said concluding her tale.

"Yes, it is very sad but why did you say that you are going to lose your virginity today?" I asked.

"Oh that! It so happened that one night Jaya did not return home. I was very worried and asked the other beggars."

"Every girl disappears like this but they come back in a few days," they laughed, "Don't worry, Jaya will also come back."

They were right. Jaya did return after a week but with a swollen face.

"Where were you all these days? "I asked, "I was so worried about you."

She did not say anything. Whenever I asked she made some excuse or the other but didn't tell the truth.

Last month, I could see that she was pregnant. "Jaya, bata tujhe kissne chod kar tera pet barda kara hai? (Jaya, tell me who has fucked you and made your belly big?)" I said pointing to her swollen belly.

"You remember that six months ago I disappeared for a week?" she asked. I nodded.

"On the day of my disappearance when I was begging four goons surrounded me and forcing me into a car took me to GKB," she said.

"GKB? What is that?" I asked perplexed, "I have heard of KGB before but not GKB."

"GKB stands for Goondon ka Badshah (King of the Goons) the uncrowned king of the underworld. When GKB tried to molest me, I protested," she replied starting to cry, "Phir uss haramzade ne pahele tau mujhe bahut bedardi se peeta phir ussne meri kori choot phard di (Then first the bastard thrashed me mercilessly and then deflowered me)."

"What happened then?" I asked.

"Do din tak pahele tau mujhe maarta phir wohi mujhe chodeta (For the next two days the bastard first beat me and then fucked me)," she said wiping her tears, "then he threw me to his dogs laughing evilly and telling them, "Ab tum log bhi iss kutiya ki choot ka mazaa lo (Now you enjoy this bitch's cunt also)."

"Then for four days they fucked me by turns. There were so many of them that on some days I did not get a chance to close my legs," Jaya said, "Usske ek kutte ne tau meri gaand bhi kayi baar maari (One of his dogs even fucked me several times in my ass hole)."

On the fifth day, GKB brought another girl into the room where the goons were fucking me.

"Boys, ab iss nayi choot ka mazaa lo (Now enjoy this new cunt)," he said, "Throw the other bitch back on the street and warn her to keep her mouth shut. We can always pick her up when we want a change of choot."

"Do you know whose child is in your tummy?" I asked.

"No, but I only hope it is not of GKB," she replied.

"Yes, the life of a beggar especially that of a girl is hard," I said sympathetically.

"Babu, ek baat batao aadmi kya lardkiyon ki bhi gaand bhi maarte hain? (Sir, tell me do men fuck a girl in her ass hole also?)" Amita asked.

"Yes, they do," I replied laughing.

"Aapne kabhi kissi lardki ki gaand maari hai? (Have you ever fucked a girl in her ass hole?" Amita asked.

"Haan, kayi baari (Yes, many times)," I replied laughing, "Then what happened?"

"This morning Jaya told me to run away and hide otherwise GKB will fuck me tonight," Amita said with tears in her eyes.

"How did she know?" I asked her.

"I asked her same question," Amita said.

"Amita, I did not tell you the whole truth before. Among GKB's men there was a man called Rajan from my area. He was kind to me and I liked him. Since my release he visits me sometimes and fucks me," she said.

"So," I said.

"Last night Rajan was with me. He was drunk. After fucking me when we were resting he started to laugh," Jaya said.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Kal teri saheli, Amita, rani banegi rani (Tomorrow your friend, Amita, will become a queen)," he laughed.

"It is impossible?" I said, "How can a beggar become a queen?"

"Sab ho sakta hai. Kal raat ko usski kori choot Badshah ke laurde ko chakhegi (Everything is possible. Tomorrow her virgin cunt is going to taste the GKB's cock)," he chuckled.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Because GKB himself told us to pick her up tomorrow at dusk and bring her to him," he said.

"But sir, she is very young," one of us said.

"Doesn't matter, bring her. Tomorrow is my birthday. I want to celebrate it by deflowering a virgin," he laughed.

"That is how I know," Rajan said, getting on top of me.

"Badshah's (King's) cock is going into your friend's choot like this," he said shoving his cock into my choot, "In whose choot does a badshah's (king's) cock go in? In the choot of a queen. Tomorrow badshah's cock will go into the choot of your friend. Therefore she will be a queen. Simple logic isn't it?" he said laughing and pushing his cock in and out of my choot.

"Yes, I agree," I said laughing and moving my hips in rhythm of his strokes. "Amita, you must get away from here and hide."

"Where can I go? This was to happen someday. I became a beggar to save my choot. Badshah mujhe chodena chahata hai tau kushi se chode. Main aur nahin bhag sakti (Badshah is most welcome to fuck me. I can't run any more)," I said.

"Think about your sister at least," Jaya said.

"What should I think?" I said shrugging my shoulders, "Usske pass bhi ek choot hai. Ek din uss ko bhi Badshah chodega (She has got a cunt also. One day Badshah will fuck her also)."

Having told her story she fell silent. I didn't say a word also. It seemed she was giving her virginity a silent burial. At last, she said, "Babu, this is the whole story."

"So as I understand it is that you are going to lose your cherry today and probably get thrashed in the bargain," I said.

"Why probably, it is a certainty. Jaya told me that GKB is a sadist. He enjoyed beating her even when she gave herself to him willingly," Amita replied, wiping the tears with the back of her hand.

"Amita, I don't want to offend you but I have a proposal. It seems you are going to get fucked today anyway then why don't you let me take your cherry. I will be very gentle and promise that you will enjoy it," I said to her.

Amita did not say a word and stared at me.

"I'll pay you if you like," I added quickly.

After a minute, she said, "Okay, I agree. You are a nice man and I like you. I am sure that you will not hurt me more than it is necessary."

"Would you like me to pay you in advance or can I pay later," I asked.

"Keep your money, I don't want it," She said standing up.

"Thank you," I replied overjoyed, "then let's get started."

Normally I never paid for a fuck but in this case I thought money will be an added attraction for Amita to let me deflower her.

"Aap mujhe kahan chodenge, yahan? (Where do you want to fuck me, here?" she said, pointing to the floor.

"Of course not, you'll lose your cherry on the bed like other women," I replied escorting her to the bedroom.

"Amita, I suggest that you take a nice hot shower before we start," I said and seeing the offended look on her face, hastily added, "I am sure you are clean but I would like you to wash your face. I'd appreciate if you wash and oil your hair also. It will make you look prettier."

"Okay," Amita replied smiling, "I won't be long."

"Call me when you are ready. I'll be in the dinning room," I said returning to the dining room.

Sitting down, I thought, "How lucky I am that on my very first day in Bombay I have got a virgin choot to deflower."

I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not hear the door open.

"HEY SAHEB, YOU ARE STILL NOT READY," Kris said loudly as he entered interrupting my pleasant thoughts.

"Shh not so loud," I replied placing a finger on my lips and pointing towards the bedroom.

"Who is there?" Kris asked in a confidential tone. In few words I then told him everything.

"Saheb, Saheb, you are very gullible. How do you know that she is a virgin? Did you check her choot?" Kris said laughing at me.

"No, I did not. She says that she is one and I believe her," I replied stiffly.

"Saheb, you are very naïve. There are thousands of girls like her with heart breaking stories roaming the streets of Bombay. For hundred bucks a go they lose their virginity ten times a day."

"Kris, I am neither naïve nor a fool. I know a virgin when I see one and for your information she does not want any money," I replied.

"She will, later," Kris laughed.

"No, she will not. I offered her money but she refused," I said.

"Strange, this girl I have to see," he said and walked into the bedroom.

Amita was standing in front of the mirror, with a bath towel wrapped round her naked body, combing her long black hair. As we entered the room Amita turned around.

"God, Saheb, what is wrong with you?" Kris exclaimed with subdued excitement, "Since when have you started fucking children."

"She is not a child. She is nearly twenty," I replied.

"I don't believe it. She doesn't look a day over fourteen. I would think she is even younger. I want to see more of her," he said and walking to her and pulled the towel away.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Amita screamed placing one hand in front of her choot to hide it from our view and covered her tits with the other arm, as Kris pulled the towel away exposing her naked body.

"Kris, why have you pulled away the towel?" I asked surprised.

"What is the meaning of this?" Amita asked angrily.

"Shut up and stand still," Kris ordered in authoritative tone.

In her short career as beggar Amita had leant to respect Authority. Suddenly Amita froze and looked scared. Color ran out of her freshly washed face.

I saw her naked for the first time. Her boobs were like two small orange halves stuck on her lithe figure. Her virgin choot was covered with thick growth of pubic hair.

She was an attractive sight. Kris walked around her inspecting her as if she was a mare he wanted to purchase.

Amita blushed sweetly but did not move.

Suddenly tears filled her eyes. She said, starting to cry, "Inko aapne bulaya hai? Kya yeh bhi mujhe chodenge (Have you called him? Will he also fuck me?)"

"NO! I have not called him and he is definitely not going to fuck you. The truth is that this flat belongs to him and I am his guest," I clarified.

"Girl, what was your name, oh yes... Amita. Amita, kya kissi ne tujhe choda hai? (Amita, has someone fucked you?)" Kris asked.

Amita shook her head in the negative. "Kissi ne teri kori choot main ungali tau daali hogi (Someone must have put his finger inside your virgin cunt?)

"Nahin (No)," she replied.

"I see. Get on the bed. I want to make sure," Kris commanded.

Amita did not move. "Didn't you hear? I told you to lie down," Kris said pushing Amita roughly on to the bed. Then before Amita could protest he caught her ankles and spread her legs. Then bending her knees pressed them on her bare tits.

"Kris, stop it. What are you doing?" I protested.

"Hold your legs aloft like this," Kris, told the girl, ignoring my question.

Then he looked very carefully at the choot entrance of the hapless girl. He spread her choot lips gently, looking at her hole from all angles. During the inspection he was careful not to enlarge her cunt in any way. After several minutes of close examination he got up with a broad grin.

"God, her choot hole is very small. I doubt if even a finger has been inside it," Kris said, "Sorry, you can get dressed now."

"Kris, this is no way to treat a girl. I demand an explanation," I said.

"Okay, come outside," he said, "I'll give you one."

Kris, apologizing again to Amita for his crude behavior, dragged me outside.

Outside Kris asked me, "Saheb, where did you find this jewel?"

"She is a jewel now, a few minutes earlier you were calling her a cheat and a liar," I replied laughing. I could see that Kris was very excited.

He said, "Listen, my friend, what I told you yesterday about what I do is only partly correct. What I did not tell you is that most of the time I am busy directing porno films. You know blue films."

"So," I said.

"Amita is a great find for such movies," Kris said.

"You want Amita to act in these movies? Don't tell me that you have a dearth of women," I asked.

"Of course not," Kris laughed, "we have hundreds of them and scores of them are younger than Amita. Amita however is unique."

"Please explain," I said.

"Okay. We conducted a survey recently. We found that our male clients prefer those films in which a girl loses her virginity by seduction or rape. Saheb, tell me honestly what is your preference?" Kris asked.

After reflecting for a minute, I said, "You are right. I also like 'first time' movies. I have always wondered that where do you get so many virgins?"

"We don't. The girls fake it. We fake it. If you think back then you will recall that we never show a close up of the 'virgin' choot before it is fucked but only afterward the deed is done. We place a small balloon filled with some 'blood' inside the choot. When the cock enters, the balloon bursts. The 'blood' oozes on to the bed sheet and stains her choot to make the 'first time' look realistic," Kris laughed.

"You are right. It is so. What about your new recruits, aren't they 'virgin' material?" I asked.

"Like hell they are virgins," Kris laughed, "normally two types of girls come to us. First who run away from their homes with married men, who later abandoned them and the second are those who get pregnant and are thrown out of the house by their parents. In both cases they have been well fucked and their choots are as wide as the Holland Tunnel."

"Just because she is a virgin you want her to work in a blue film," I asked.

"No, that is only one aspect. Her biggest advantage is her childish looks. At twenty her looks like and has body of a fourteen-year-old girl. If she looks after herself then she can continue to play the role of a sixteen-year-old virgin for at least another ten years. Saheb, I tell you she can make thousands and thousands in this career," Kris said enthusiastically.

"Thousands and thousands, you think so?" I asked taken aback.

"My finder's fee alone would be around a hundred thousand," Kris said.

"So much," I asked surprised.

"You can't imagine the amount of money these guys have. Saheb, please help me convince her. She is my ticket to mega bucks," Kris pleaded, "It is so strange that only yesterday we talked about Lady Luck knocking on my door and today she has. Believe me, my friend, Amita is my Lady Luck."

"Hey, what about me? Remember, I was supposed to deflower her and not some porno hero," I said.

"No problem, you could still do it," Kris grinned.

"How?" I asked.

"Tu camera ke samane isski choot phard sakta hai (You can deflower her before the camera)," Kris said.

"Kris, now I am convinced that you are really mad. Are you by any chance proposing that I act in your porno films?" I said laughing.

"Yes and why not?" Kris chuckled.

"Have you taken leave of your senses? Someone might recognize me," I said.

"Saheb, by the time Meera is through with you, your mother won't recognize you," Kris said.

"Now who is this Meera?" I inquired.

"She is our make up expert and she is good," Kris said.

"She can't be that good. I am sure someone will still recognize me," I said shaking my head.

"All right, I'll lay a bet. If you recognize yourself after Meera has finished with you then you can call it off. Agreed?" Kris said.

"Done, you seem to have lot of faith in Meera," I laughed.

"Yes, I have," Kris said, "Saheb, I tell you if you help me to recruit her then I will give you half of my finder's fee."

"Don't try to bribe me, Kris. I want to see her happy," I replied.

"Okay, I will give her the amount over and above what the producer pays her. What do you say?" Kris offered.

"All right, I will try if it helps her lead a life of comfort but remember if you hurt her or betray her in any way then I will come back and carving out your heart and make you eat it," I said.

"I agree. If you make me her agent for a ten percent of her take then I promise you that within a few years she will be rolling in money and me too," Kris grinned.

"Good, let us go in and you tell her everything," I said, "Remember tell her everything without reservations and let her decide."

We went in and Kris explained everything to Amita in detail. At first Amita was horrified but slowly Kris removed all her doubts and convinced her that a life of a porn star is lot better than that of a beggar. He finished his arguments with, "... and you'll be rolling in money."

"Babu, what is your opinion?" she asked me.

"It is not the best way to make a living but it is far better than begging and getting raped by the goons regularly," I said, "and according to Kris money is very good."

"All right, I will do it but on the condition that you don't breathe a word about this to my younger sister," Amita said after pondering over it for few minutes.

"If her younger sister is anything like you then she is also a gold mine," Kris said.

"KRIS, don't push it," I said, "her sister is not to know about this."

"Yeah, I understand," Kris said in a disappointed tone, "what a pity."

"Kris, I am serious. One word of this to my sister then the deal is off," Amita said.

"I understand. Okay, let's get down to brass tracks. Amita, before I can make any firm commitment, I need to take a few photographs to get the approval of my producer," Kris said.

Kris photographed her naked from different angles with his Polaroid camera. He took a couple of snaps of her virgin hole also.

"It is eleven now, I will be back in an hour. In the meanwhile you two enjoy yourself. Saheb, don't put anything inside her choot not even your tongue," Kris said and dashed off.

"Babu, your friend is very funny. Who would put his tongue inside a choot," Amita remarked innocently.

"He is very funny, isn't he? Amita, let us enjoy ourselves," I said with a wicked smile and carried her to the bed.

After putting her down on the bed I kissed her face, her eyes and her lips. She kissed back feebly. "Oh Amita, your tits are small and so sweet," I said kissing them. Her boobs became hard and the nipples taut. Amita moaned softly.

"Does it feel nice?" I asked.

"Yes, if feels great," she moaned.

Then I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. "Oh babu," she moaned. I licked her tits and moved lower towards her choot.

"Oh why have you stopped? Go on suck my tits," Amita squealed.

Without replying I separated her cunt lips with my fingers and gave her choot a couple of licks.

"OH," she moaned loudly, "BABU, STOP. DON'T LICK MY CHOOT. IT IS DIRTY."

"For you it may be dirty but to me it tastes very nice," I replied and continued to lick her choot.

"OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed bucking her bottoms when I circled and pressed her clit with my tongue.

"OH SIR, IT FEELS SO NICE. LICK MORE. YES, LICK FASTER," she cried with pleasure.

I licked faster.

"OH LICK FASTER. I AM ABOUT TO CUM. I AM CUMMMMMIIIIINNNGGGGG," she screamed and squirted her cum into my mouth.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Yes, babu, it was lovely but did you also feel any pleasure?" she panted.

"What a sweet girl you are to think of that. You know they say that there is more great pleasure in giving than receiving," I replied smiling.

"I remember my uncle asking my aunt to suck his cock apparently he enjoyed it. Would you like me to suck your lund (cock)?" Amita offered.

"Sure," I replied throwing off the bathrobe.

"Oh my God, your cock is so... so huge," Amita gasped, "I am finding it difficult to take it in my mouth. How will it enter my small choot hole?"

"Don't you worry it will enter," I laughed, "Now suck my lund (cock) like a lemon drop but be careful that your teeth don't hurt it," I said.

She started to suck my cock. She sucked for a few minutes then, I said, "Amita, you are doing very well. Try licking the phallus and the stem also.

She licked my cock from its hairy roots to the head. She twirled her tongue around its swollen head. She licked my thighs and gently licking. "Good, now play with my balls," I said.

She gently squeezed and licked my stones. She kept switching from one operation to the other. After a while she took my cock in her mouth and commenced to suck it.

'OH AMITA, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD, ' I moaned closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation her warm mouth was producing.

Soon I felt my sperm rising. My cock became bigger and harder. "YES GO ON LIKE THIS. SUCK HARDER. YES FASTER, MY DARLING, FASTER. OH I AM ABOUT TO CUM. DON'T WITHDRAW WHEN I START TO EJACULATE. AS IT COMES JUST SWALLOW IT," I screamed moving my hips in fuck motion. "

Without stopping she nodded and continued to bob her head up and down.

"OH DARLING, I AAAAMMMMM COMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGG," I moaned loudly and started injecting my sperm into her mouth.

I had not had a woman for several weeks and my balls were full. The load was quite a mouthful. Despite Amita swallowing hard, some cum leaked out from side of her mouth and ran down her chin. She kept swallowing till my balls had given her the last drop.

"Thank you, Amita, you were wonderful," I said and kissed her.

As we lay resting Kris accompanied by a lady entered the room. "What are you two unto? Not fucking, I hope," he said laughing, "this is Meera. She is our makeup expert."

Meera was around twenty-five, very beautiful, slim and tall with nice big boobs. Seeing a new choot my cock came to attention. I got up and quickly wore my bathrobe.

"OOOOO, his cock is so big. My choot is already leaking," she gasped, "Kris, this is what I call a real laurda. My choot would love to taste it."

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