Shiva eyed the woman in front of him. She was much shorter than his girlfriend, whom he had been cohabiting with for over two years. She laid her back on the bed. She was an attractive brunette in her mid-20s and was probably also from Delhi.
“Now I want you to turn around and lie face down,” Shiva ordered the young prostitute. “Yes, sir,” the prostitute meekly replied. The prostitute turned her body and face around and lay face down on the bed. Shiv thought she was perfect for this.
Shiv often hired prostitutes such as these, mainly for two things, their hair color and for anal sex. His girlfriend had denied it to him for so long.
Shiv was tall at 6’6, and as muscular as an athlete. 35 years of age. With cropped blond hair and striking blue eyes. As pale as a Raphaelite and with a short temper too.
The prostitute gulped. She knew and heard from all the other girls what Shiv was like. Very rough. Uncaring. Insensitive. But not just the way he treated the hookers. Her pimp did say that he had seen him beat up other people (and local clients) many times outside on the streets.
Her pimp said that the ‘other guy’ looked scared before and after he got bashed up by Shiv. Shiv walked to the open box that was next to the bed. He took out the things he needed and used them to tie up the prostitute’s wrists and ankles to the posts of that bed.
He had also taken out a ball gag, roughly placed it on the prostitute’s mouth, and tied it tightly around the back of her head. “There. Now you look nice and lovely.” Shiv patting her ass hard, the prostitute breathed heavily under her ball gag.
If she had not been a prostitute, she would not have allowed herself to be in this situation. But life was just cruel. The prostitute was all tied up, spread-eagled but facing down. Shiv started stripping off his clothes and climbed the bed. He laid his humongous, frightening body over the more fragile-looking prostitute.
Shiv roughly thrust his cock into the prostitute’s sensitive asshole. The prostitute jerked her tied-up body, and tears flowed down her eyes. She was in extreme torment.
“That’s right, bitch. I have you for an hour, and for an hour, I will call you Vyshnavi,” Shiv said, pulling at her short brown hair and then licking her cheek sadistically. With one hard thrust up her asshole, the prostitute’s mind was sent into extreme agony. Her body endured the beginning of an hour’s worth of pain.
An hour later, the prostitute was still tied up, sobering as she faced the bed.
Shiv’s sperm was oozing out of her bruised, ruddy ass. The room door was open, and Shiv paid the pimp just outside the doorway.
“I did a good job on her,” Shiv said, looking at what he had done to the prostitute. Her cheeks looked roughed up.
“She’ll be alright. I mean, I am ok with you bruising up their asses since you pay a good deal of money whenever you come here. You always want a brunette. Or pay extra for any of the girls to have their hair dyed just for the day they have to meet you and have your way with them,” the pimp said, counting his rupee bundle.
“What is going to happen to her?” Shiv asked.
“Oh, just a good bubble bath will ease up that bruised ass,” the pimp chuckled.
As Shiv started walking away, the pimp called out to him.”Guess this Vyshnavi is some bitch who has done you a lot of wrongs, huh?”
Shiv ignored the pimp. Shiv had anal sex with other female friends of his. But he wanted to have it with the one woman he loved. And if he could not have it with her, he would hire hookers and pay them a lot of money just to let him indulge in his fantasy.
Knowing that he was not fucking their asses but that of the woman he truly loved. As for the pain he caused them, he did not care since it was not Vyshnavi he was hurting but these bitches.
The Present Tuesday night:
“So, where are we meeting up with you all tomorrow?” Vyshnavi asked Shiv as they both lay under the blanket in their bed.
“At TGIF (Thank God It’s Friday) at eight sharp,” Shiva had his arm around Vyshnavi.
Thursday night was Shiv’s 36th birthday, and all their friends would be there. Vyshnavi was going to meet up with all of them straight from work.
“You know which TGIF, right?” Shiv started fondling Vyshnavi’s hair.
“I know which one,” Vyshnavi said, staring back at him in the darkness.
Vyshnavi was as attractive and brunette as her Persian mother (her father was Indian); 33 years of age, a bit more tanned, with brown-green eyes; slim; 6’2. She was also Shiv’s partner (and the love of his life).
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you anything for your birthday?” Vyshnavi asked.
“Well, there is only one thing I actually want from you,” Shiv smiled under that darkness.
Vyshnavi knew what it was. But she had never done it before, thinking how painful and degrading it would be.
“Oh, please, can we get off that subject? I mean, I would have had sex with you, but not that. That would be like asking me to have sex with a dog or something,” Vyshnavi said, upset that he still wanted it after all these years.
Shiv angrily let go of Vyshnavi and turned around, facing the other side of the bed. Vyshnavi went over to him and started patting his back, knowing that she had made him upset.
“I love you, Shiv. You know that.” Vyshnavi was trying to be as loving, fearing that their relationship could end for something as stupid as anal sex. They broke up once because of it. But neither of them could live without the other. So they got back together again and decided to live together.
“What is it with you? What’s your problem? I love you and would do anything for you, yet you won’t let me have it, at least once,” Shiv was upset. Shiv got up from the bed and walked towards the bedroom door. “Because I don’t want to have your dickey up my a**. It’s painful and degrading,” Vyshnavi cried.
“You are so arrogant and proud. I am your boyfriend, and you are letting your ego get in the way. I love you. I am not doing this to say that I am in charge. You think if I did it with you, I would do it without taking your comfort into account while I did it.” Shiva started bitching up.
Shiv opened the bedroom door, walked out of the room, closed it behind him, and switched on the hallway light. “I don’t want to have anything up my sleeve, Vyshnavi. You know many other women let their partners fuck them up the arse. Why not you? It is normal, and people regularly do it,” Shiv called outside the bedroom door.
Vyshnavi heard footsteps heading away from the door. Vyshnavi lay inside her bedroom in that darkness. I don’t want to lose you again, Vyshnavi panicked in her head. But anal sex was something else. She had never done it, but some of her girlfriends told her about their ‘painful’ experiences.
Wednesday Afternoon:
Vyshnavi was still stuck inside her office. She was doing paperwork when she heard someone knocking on her office door. “Come in,” Vyshnavi said, not turning her eyes away from her paperwork. The door opened. There was a young office girl with short blonde hair and a pixie look.
“Afternoon, Rosaline. What’s up?” Vyshnavi is looking now to the doorway.
“Bad news. The boss is having a long meeting in about twenty minutes,” Rosaline sighed.
“Meeting?” Vyshnavi was both curious and afraid.
“It’s about retrenchment,” Rosaline cried.
Vyshnavi gulped. She knew that the credit crunch the world was facing affected every major company on Earth and that people were getting fried left and right. She prayed that she was not going to be one of them.
Wednesday 8 PM, TGIF:
Shiv sat down with four guys and six ladies, all of whom were friends of both Shiv and Vyshnavi.
“Hey, Shiv, it’s already eight. Better give her a call,” one of the guys suggested as he looked at his wristwatch.
“Yeah, you’d better do that,” Shiv agreed in annoyance.
Ending part 1 here, expecting your comments at [email protected]. The second part will be updated very soon.