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“Ahhh… ahhh…ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…ahhh,” my moans filled the hall.
It was the final day of my stay there. My initial agreement with the owner was to work as a private prostitute at his dhaba for just a week. But I ended up extending my stay there by a further three more. Those weeks there saw my demand rising among the customers.
This made the owner amp up my rate. Those who fucked me during the first week went to wherever they were going. There, to their friends and others, they bragged about fucking me. This made others more eager to bang me as well.
I was about to leave when the owner came up to me to make a new offer. I was stocked. I wanted to get fucked by Saif even more, and this provided me the perfect opportunity to do so. I agreed without giving it a second thought.
The influx of people rose so much that the owner had to shut his dhaba down each evening from 4 till sunrise the next morning, after the 10th day. He had started taking an advance booking for me.
Only those who had booked a session with me were allowed to enter inside after 4. For everyone else, it was closed. The same was the case on my last evening there. Only this time, it was to remain closed till 9 p.m. That was the time I was supposed to leave.
I don’t remember it clearly. Gosh, it has been so many years since then. But I guess it was around 7 in the evening. I could hear the honking of the cars traveling along the highway. The tables in the hall were rearranged to make some space.
A group of college students booked the evening. We have been at it since 4. There were 12 of them. The owner sat behind the counter, counting his money. Babloo fed the boys water and food. I was on the floor, sandwiched between two boys.
One was lying underneath me. His cock drilled my cunt. The other was on top of me, nailing my arse. It had become a regular feature of my daily sessions there by then. My face faced the guy I was on top of. The one was banging my pussy.
“Oh yeah…oh yeah…oh yeah…oh yeah,” I screamed out loud.
The other 10 sat behind their tables and munched at their snacks. They were all naked too, and some of them were stroking their cocks under the tables. The two boys finished inside my holes. After they were done, they pushed me aside, got up, and rejoined their group.
I remained on the floor for some time, trying to catch my breath. Once I regained my strengths, I walked over to the counter. Cum dripped from my holes, leaving a trail of spots on the floor. My hair was all over the place, and I was limping a little as well.
No, I wasn’t injured. I was just tired, though. Babloo pulled up the chair for me. It was a special chair that he had carved out for me. The backrest wasn’t at 90 degrees like in normal ones. It was declined to allow me to lean back. The arms were flat, long, and wide. They were there to let me rest my legs.
And the seat, well, it was half of what it should have been. It was done on purpose to let my cunt hang in the air. Or else the cum would have dropped on the wooden seat, and the timber would have soaked it all in.
Babloo handed me a bottle of cold water. He took another one and stood before me. I put my legs up on the arms of the chair. My cunt was open in front of him. It had become his job to clean my holes after the customers were done fucking me.
But before the lad could get down to his job. The boys asked If they could have a quicky with me before leaving. They were ready to pay extra money for that. I looked at the owner, and he looked at me. We both were asking the same question in our minds.
I shrugged, and the agreement was reached. I stayed in that chair, with my legs wide open. One by one, they came and fucked me. They all finished inside me and left.
Once they had gone, Babloo sat down in front of me. It was time for his job. The job to clean my cunt and arse. But before he could get it started, he was stopped once more. Only this time, It was me.
“Before you clean that shit up, don’t you wanna bang me one last time. You have done it since my first night here,” I said to him.
The boy was nude in a flash. His cock was already throbbing. He wasted no time and entered me. He pressed my boobs with his hands and started hard and fast.
“Yes, Babloo, yes, Babloo, fuck me, boy,” I moaned.
Babloo, too finished inside me. After he was done, the owner expressed his desire to have a go as well. Once he was done, too, Babloo cleaned my holes. He also poured water over my entire body to give me a kind of shower.
It was needed. I was stinking with sweat. I took my seat and rested for a while. I ate and drank to regain my strength.
“So, how much money did you make in the past month?” I inquired.
“5500000,” the owner answered proudly.
“How are you going to keep it away from the tax department?”
“I’ll find a way. Don’t worry. You’ll get your share as well.”
“And how much will that be?”
“10%”
“That’s too low. It’s my cunt, after all.”
“Ok,15%. No more than that.”
“I was the one getting fucked.”
“I arranged for those cocks.”
“Fine,” I said half-heartedly. “I’ll settle for 15.”
Saif walked in at 9. It was time for me to go. But as I was about to leave, another problem arose. My clothes were missing. I hadn’t put any piece of clothing on since my first night there. And that was a month back.
Babloo looked for them everywhere, but he couldn’t find them. Nobody remembered seeing them last. They were missing. After wasting an hour looking for them, I decided to leave naked. It was night anyway.
The only person who would be seeing me naked was Saif. And he had fucked me many times during that month. I took my purse. The owner handed me my share in hard cash. We shook hands like good business associates.
“Bye Abhigya didi,” Babloo said.
For some reason, he was unable to pronounce Ava. He always called me by my Indian name. I saw the tears in his eyes. He was getting a bit emotional seeing me leaving.
I pulled him close, kissed him on his lips and enveloped him in my arms. As my parting gift, I shoved one of my boobs into his mouth and let him drink my milk.
“Do one thing. Bring me a container,” I said when he was done drinking.
He ran into the kitchen and came back with a steel container. He placed it on the floor. I went down on all my fours and asked him to milk me like a cow.
“How about I make you a deal,” I said to the owner as Babloo milked me.
“What deal?” the owner asked cheerfully.
“I’ll come to your dhaba every two months. I’ll stay here for a week. You can book clients for the sessions. I can even bring some more willing girls with me. You can make money off of us. But the profits will be shared 50-50,” I proposed.
“Ok on the booking thing, but I’ll only make 40-60 offers,” the owner countered.
“Deal,” I said, after considering it for a while. “Give me your number.”
I got to my feet after Babloo was done. He was quite happy to know that he had my breast milk to drink for some days. I waved them two goodbyes as I climbed into Saif’s jeep.
It had no doors and was open from the back as well. But I didn’t care. It was night, and no one was going to see me naked. Well, that was where I was wrong.
So, friends, this was the 3rd part of the story of my fuck at an Indian dhaba. I’ll be back with the 4th one soon. What do you think about this one, do let me know. My id is [email protected].
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