Disclaimer: The things I do in the stories don’t always work. Every lady is built differently physically and mentally. So respect them and their wishes. Take everything in this story, like all my stories – with a grain of salt.
Let me start by thanking XIS. Thanks, XIS, for being so wonderful of a supporter of my stories.
Now to the story.
The amount of hate I have for myself fuels my stories on this platform. This incident happened to me when I realized that I was on the verge of losing the last bit of sanity I had in me. I started fiddling with my dick right in the living room while my parents were in the room with me.
Luckily, they didn’t see me do it. It just hit me that I was going insane. I needed to get closure or my ex back. I dropped everything I was doing and went straight to my phone. Rang my ex up, no answer. I wanted her like my life depended on it.
I dropped a text to her saying I would be waiting for her at our usual meeting place for an hour. It’s up to her if she wants to see me. I started riding to that place. It was around 10 p.m., and roads were pitch black for some reason. My parents were ringing me up, all worried. But I was in no condition to care.
I saw a few ladies with shiny clothes on the side of the road. I knew those bitches were hookers. I always used to see these people at that hour when I used to ride through that place but never felt the need to visit them.
A titbit about these hookers by the side of the road. Once you talk to them, they take you to a secluded place for the deed unless we have a car or a place we can fuck them in.
Now, back to the story.
My heart went, “No, go to the place your ex is at. She could be waiting for you.”
But my primal voice went, “Who are you kidding, idiot? She won’t be there. She’s over you.”
My piece-of-shit personality started taking over. I started hearing the voice, the voice that made me cheat on her last time.
“Drill that hooker’s face in. That is all you need. Trust me, you fucking loser! Fuck her face and go back home, you don’t need your ex, you’re twenty fucking seven! Don’t you dare go crawling back to her! Even if you do, you’ll only cheat on her again.”
I have no fucking idea at this point whether that voice wanted to help me or just make me pure evil. But I know this: that voice gives me and fills me up with confidence in all the dictators in the world. At that particular moment, I become and feel invincible.
I like to call that voice “Primal voice.” (Of course, there is no such voice. I’m just an asshole).
I stopped right in front of that lady and went, “How much?”
About the lady, she had all the looks of a hooker – toe rings, mangal sutra, poorly done makeup, awkwardly draped saree. She looked like she was in her late 40s. As always, I didn’t care about her looks and age.
All I saw was a hole that I needed to drill the soul out of her so that I could get rid of my feeling of being an absolute loser.
Before she could finish, I said, “Paytm unda?” (Got Paytm?)
She said, “Haa.” Without wasting a minute of my time, I dropped 2k and pulled her into the woods by saying, “Daa, podam” (Let’s go).
She was fucking wasting time by walking slowly because of her saree. I lifted her and leaned her against the tree. As I started to get close to her, she let out a voice saying, “No lip kiss.”
I was too pissed off to give a shit and whispered, “Naaku telsu, gudda musko!” (Yeah, I know, stupid!). She was visibly hurt by that, but I wasn’t in the mood to care.
I pulled my pants down and said, “Cheeku!” (Suck it!). Bitch said, “Modda chinnag undi” (Dick looks small). These are one of the tricks hookers use to kill the dude’s confidence.
That way, the dude can’t get his dick up. He goes away thinking the hooker was nice. But he was in the wrong, which is entirely bullshit.
My primal instincts were having none of what she was saying. I retorted by saying, “Notlo teeskoni peddaga chei.” (Take it in your mouth and make it big.) She was hesitant.
I saw her phone hanging from her blouse. I grabbed it and just said, “Nee amma! Cheektava leda phone teeskoni dengeyala?” (Cunt! Are You going to suck my dick, or do you want me to fuck off with your phone?)
That got her going. She got down and wrapped a condom around my cock. She took my dick real slow in her mouth like I was some virgin. I was annoyed beyond measure. I said, “Hei, time waste cheyaku, cheeku jaldi.” (Hey! I don’t waste my time, do it quickly.)
She started biting it in retaliation. I was so full of rage and adrenaline that I wasn’t feeling pain but just plain irritation that she wasn’t sucking me off yet. I grabbed her phone and signalled to her that she wouldn’t get it if she didn’t do what I paid her to do. She calmed down and started sucking me off.
As my dick started getting big in her mouth, she started sucking it really well. I was still fucking mad because of how much I missed my ex. I wanted to get rid of that feeling. I grabbed her by the back of her head and started short bursts of mouth fuck.
I stopped in between to see the results of choking the literal breath out of her face. Watching her gasping for air and trying to say the word “Aagu” (Stop) with her mouth open was a mental high for me. Her body couldn’t handle me fucking her mouth.
But at the same time, her mouth still wanted my dick. I held her head against the fucking tree and started fucking her face real slow. She was closing her eyes and taking it because it was her job. She knew that she couldn’t do shit to stop me for some reason.
It was the time for the main course. I wanted it to be a quick one cause I was mad, real fucking mad. I said, “Paduko.”(Lie down). She got the point and pulled her saree up to get out of her panties. I got tired of her slow bullshit.
I made her lie down, pulled her panties down to her legs and got in between their legs. I was trying to find her hole, and bitch wasn’t helping because she knew that erection would go away if I didn’t find the hole quickly. That way, she would be able to make a buck without putting in the full amount of work.
I whispered, “Naaku ee nakhralu telusu.” (I know what you’re doing.) I spread her wiry legs wide and let my dick do the finding. Boy! was I right! My dick found the hole. I looked down and spread her pussy lips apart, and slid my cock right in.
She was unfazed, and with another stroke, I slid my entire dick in her. She let out a gasp, “Umph!” I dropped my face down and started drilling. She took the first few strokes like a champ, but after a few, she started moaning. “Hmmph! Umm! Ughh!”
She started to try to push me away. I grabbed onto her mouth and covered it with my right hand. Her bitch-ass colleagues were saying, “Nemmadiga Saru.” (Go slow, Sir!) I was too much in the zone to care about anyone.
I looked at my bitch and said, “Ayipoyinatte, gammunn undu!” (Almost over, shut the fuck off!) I was so fucking mad that I kept going until her hands started pushing me back hard. She started pleading with me to fuck her mouth instead, that knocked me back to my senses.
I am sure, if it were in the light, her colleagues would have beaten me up for going that hard on her. I pulled out. I was still fucking hard, and my primal voice went, “Finish the fucking job!” I put it back in and was about to go back to work.
She started saying, “Please saru, malli lopata pettaku, notlo teeskunta.” (Please, Sir, don’t put it back in, I’ll take it in my mouth). I felt bad for her and gave in to her request. I heard her bones make cracking sounds like our knuckles do as she was wrapping her legs together to get on her knees.
I felt bad for a minute, but my primal voice went, “Stop being a bitch. They get paid for that.” She started sucking me off.
I sat on the ground and watched vehicles go by as she was giving me a blowjob. Now my mood was all but gone, I said, “Chaalu, nen potunna.” (Enough, I’m leaving.)
I got rid of the condom and took my hard dick back into my pants. I was relieved of my stress for the time being. But I knew that this wasn’t the end, and one of these things would backfire.
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