My name is Seema. I am a 25-year-old female. Let me tell you my story, it has got ups, downs, and everything in between. In these 25 years, I have gone through a lot of emotions, experiences, sadness, happiness, devotion. Above all opening my eyes to different types of sexual encounters, starting from Kolkata.
My story begins with my birth in a very poor family in a village near Burdwan in the state of West Bengal in India. My father was a farm help to a farmer, (that is, he did not own any land, he provided labor and received daily wages as remuneration). My mother was a housewife. I was the only child of my parents and they tried their best to provide for me.
Although we were poor, my family was a happy one. My parents loved each other and they both loved and cared for me a lot. Every evening, we used to sit together and play a board game called Ludo.
I had started going to school in 1st standard at the age of five and had learned from my friends, that many of their parents fought a lot, and in some cases, the man of the household even beat the wife. I was shocked to the core as I had never seen my father ever raise a hand either on me or my mother. So, I felt blessed to be born into this family.
But the blessing was short-lived. One fine day, we were returning from a wedding invitation of my aunt (my mom’s cousin). We were on a bus. I was completely asleep, and suddenly, I realized the bus was being hit by another vehicle. The bus was on a thin mountain street and it went off-balance and toppled across the sides of the mountain to a deep fall.
I woke up to realize my mother had gripped me tightly in her bosom and my father held me from the other side which meant I was completely covered and protected. They bear the brunt of the fall and they did not survive.
My father’s cousin sister took me in, but he already had two daughters, so he could not invest in my education. I instead helped my aunt in the kitchen. One could easily say that I was not their daughter by the differences in the way they treated me and their daughters.
Apart from education, I was always given the smallest piece of meat or fish. I always got the cheapest soaps and hand-down clothes from their daughters. In hindsight, I am grateful that they had offered me a roof over my head and food in my belly.
At the age of 19, I became an adult and left my uncle and aunt’s house and moved to the big city of Kolkata on my own. I had intentions of opening a small eatery. It was a new city, and I knew no one there.
My uncle was happy that I was leaving (since the expenses would be reduced). As a parting gift, he made arrangements for a week of my stay in a dormitory and he paid for that. That was where my journey began.
I spoke to the manager of the dormitory that I would like to open an eatery and if he could help. It was a middle-aged man in his late 40s. He was bald, fat, had glasses and usually did not look up from the accounting books.
I noticed his thick, rough fingers holding the pen had stopped writing after hearing me. He looked up at me through the gap between his glasses and his eyebrows. His gaze started at my eyes, went down to my lips, then down to my breasts, and stayed there for a while.
I had not been to school, had no education, and the only male I had interacted with in my life was my uncle. I was not sure why this man was staring at my breasts. But it still made me uncomfortable.
I was wearing a salwar kameez and had not realized that my dupatta had moved up closer to my neck from my chest. With this man’s weird look, I brought it down back to my chest. His response was a slight little smirk. His vision stayed on my breasts for a couple of more seconds and then he looked back to his books.
While looking at the book, the following conversation ensued:
Man: What kind of eatery?
Me: A place where people can eat at reasonable prices.
Man: Do you have a place in mind? Do you have staff? Do you have suppliers, permits, and capital for initial information?
I got scared that I did not know about any of this. I was naïve, thinking all one needs is to learn how to cook and one can open an eatery. I was hearing most of these words for the first time. So, I tried to respond with my best skill.
Me: No, I don’t, but I can cook really well.
Man (without even looking up): I can’t help you by teaching you about all this. I don’t have that much time.
Me: Okay, no problem.
And I went back to my room. The next day, with a clear head, I realized that I cannot do this on my own and that I needed help from the man. So, I thought of asking him again. I thought that since I was all sweaty after a long journey when I spoke with the man, I must have smelled bad and he wanted to get rid of me quickly. Thus, the next day I showered well and wore the only clean clothes I had with me, a saree.
Just as I was getting ready, I saw my roommate woke up (she was not there when I went to bed last night, and frankly I had no clue she was there as well).
I got a little flabbergasted by suddenly hearing her voice. She introduced herself as Meghna and lit a “Biri” which is a cheap cigarette. After a bit of small talk, she asked me where I was going. I told her the entire story of the conversation with the man downstairs and how I was planning on talking to him.
She laughed, pointed at my clothes and said that this was not going to work with Ganesh (that’s the name of the man, I just came to know).
I did not understand what she meant. She then came up and tried to “fix my look for the man.”
She started re-doing the pleats of the saree and made them very thin and almost aligned all of them in a single column. This led to my left breast being almost out in view (not the actual breast though, I had a tight blouse and bra over my chest). This made me feel a bit awkward, especially remembering last night’s ogling by the man at my chest.
Before I could say anything, she pulled the level of the saree from my waist to about 3 inches below my navel (initially, it was right at the navel). I was shocked at this because, with the thin pleats in a single column, almost all of my waist was visible and added to that, such low-waist tying of the knot, put my entire navel in full view.
I did not know why I was feeling uneasy with skin exposure. I had never thought about these things. I told my roommate that there was no way I can go out with my complete navel out in the view.
She said that I have a beautiful waist and a deep navel, and I should use it to get what I wanted. I did not understand what she meant; how can I use my navel for getting what I wanted?
Anyways, I did not say that to her, instead I thanked her for her help. The last thing I wanted was to rebuke the only person who had shown interest in helping me.
Meghna went to the washroom then. I took this opportunity to adjust my pallu in such a way that only half of my navel was visible, but if I moved a bit, then my whole belly button would be in complete view. Even this was pretty daring for me. I had never seen any real women wear sarees like this. Usually, actresses wear sarees like this. Anyhow, I thought I needed to be bold to get what I wanted. Let’s see what happens.
I went down to the lobby to meet the middle-aged dormitory manager Ganesh and saw that he was not at his usual desk. So, I stepped out onto the street to look for him. I could not find him in the vicinity, but I did spot almost everyone staring at my waist.
Men’s eyes were fixated on my navel with weird expressions on their faces, and women looked at my navel and then looked at my face with a look of scorn. I did not know why the women seemed angry with me. Anyways, while I was looking at the men and women, I heard someone on my right, and it was Ganesh.
He was staring at my waist. I walked towards him, his vision stayed there. I found this awkward, even then I spoke to him:
Me: Hi Mr. Ganesh, Meghna informed me about your name. Sorry, I did not know it earlier. Last night I was tired from my journey and was rude to you. So I wanted to apologize for that.
Ganesh (now changing his gaze from my navel to my eyes): No problem.
Me: I would like to also request you if you would reconsider helping me about opening my eatery, please? I don’t know anyone in this big city and I don’t know whom to ask for help.
Ganesh: Okay, I can give you some information, but that has to be after my work hours, i.e. when the dorm closes at 10 pm.
Me: That works, I will be in my room at that time.
Ganesh: Come down to my room on the ground floor.
Me: Okay, that works too.
With that, he looked at my half-visible navel for the last time and went inside the dorm.
At 10 pm, I knocked on the dormitory manager’s door. He opened the door and looked at me from head to toe. I was still wearing that saree. Again, his gaze was fixated on my navel. While maintaining his gaze, he asked me to come inside and closed the door behind me.
He asked me to sit, I sat on the couch, and he sat next to me on the same couch to my left.
Ganesh: What would I get by helping you?
Me: You can eat from my eatery free of cost once it is up and running.
Ganesh: Nah, I want to eat something else.
Me: Yes, sure, anything, what would you like??
Suddenly, Ganesh grabbed my waist and put this thumb in my navel and said, “This” with a grin on his face! I was very surprised with this movement of his. I just kept looking at his face, his wrinkly rough skin, his stained teeth visible from the grin.
He moved his hands and caressed my waist. I looked down at my waist. I realized that his rough hands were going to touch my smooth creamy waist and his wrinkly fingers were about to explore the very depths of my navel. But for some reason, I didn’t want to stop him or resist him at that time.
The cunning middle-aged dormitory manager took my lack of resistance as my approval and his aggression increased. His hand movement of caress turned into marauding my belly. He was roughly kneading my belly, and now his long and thick index finger was inside my belly button. I sat there letting him do whatever he wanted and however he wanted to use my waist and my navel.
He took out his index finger from my navel, smelled it and then licked it. I thought that since his hand was out of my waist and he licked his finger, maybe that was what he meant by eating my waist. So, I thought he was done, and now we could get to discussing my eatery.
Oh, how wrong I was!
Ganesh got up from the couch and sat on the floor in front of me. He was kneeling, so his face was right in front of my waist. He gripped my waist by the sides and rammed his face into my belly. He put his nose in my navel and started sniffing it. Then he put his tongue deep into my deep navel. He did it in such a way that I moaned. He was unfazed.
Next, his hands moved from the sides of my waist and groped my breasts over my blouse and bra while his tongue was inside my navel. He started unhooking my blouse buttons one by one. For the last one, he just gave it a rough pull, and the button tore off and put my bra-clad breasts in front of him.
Before I could say anything, he put his palms over my bra and started kneading my breasts. He was being so rough. His efforts were focused on my navel and my breasts. He then put his hand behind my back and unhooked my bra. Then he grabbed my bra, snatched it away and threw it on the floor, bringing my full round melons in front of him. That was when he decided to leave my waist and navel and started with my breasts.
After kneading my breasts a couple of times, he started pinching my nipples. I moaned loudly now. I realized that my breasts, nipples, waist, and navel were paying the price for the information I would be getting. Nothing in this world is free. But I didn’t want to stop him.
With my approval, he became even rougher and more aggressive. He started sucking my left nipple and then my right nipple and then back to my left. I had never felt the sensation of my nipple being sucked, I liked that somewhat. But what he did next, made me forget that little liking.
He started biting my nipples hard. I shut my eyes. He continued this for a while and after that, he stood up and asked me to stand up. I followed his directions and stood up with open perk breasts and waist in front of him.
My entire upper body had no clothes on. It was the first time someone else had seen my body. I could not make out if he liked my body or if he was angry. His face was serious as always.
He then pulled the knot of my saree from my waist and undid it completely. It fell on the ground. He pulled on the string of my petticoat and it fell on the ground. One by one, all my clothes were going off of my body. With each removed item, more of my silky white skin was becoming visible to him.
I stood in front of him wearing only my underwear. The middle-aged manager pulled them down to unearth my pussy. He asked me to step out of my panties. I did that and stood before him completely naked.
He put his hand on my pubic hair and smiled. I thought he was now going to be a little less aggressive, but he proved me wrong again. He suddenly pushed me and I fell on the couch. He split my legs open, took out his dick and brought it close to my pussy.
I had never seen a dick before this in my life. I had no idea what it was supposed to do. Then I understood in the roughest way possible. He inserted his hard dick straight into my pussy.
The middle-aged man started applying vigorous strokes inside, and each stroke was like a battering ram into my pussy. Each stroke made my entire body shiver and I started when pain changed to pleasure.
On the 9th or 10th stroke, he took out his dick and put it on the waist. A warm off-white viscous liquid spurted from the head of his penis and filled up my navel. His facial expression had changed to utter satisfaction when he ejaculated.
Then he got up, gave me a rag and asked me to wipe off his semen from my navel. I went to the washroom to do that.
I was almost unable to walk. In the washroom, I saw that he had been so rough he made my pussy bleed slightly. I came out and complained to him that he made me bleed. He smiled and said, that is because it was my first time. All women bleed during their first time.
I had no idea what to say, it seemed he knew what he was talking about. So I did not continue with the matter.
I dressed up and asked him about the information on the eatery. After discussing it with him, it turned out that I needed a lot of money to start an eatery. I understood that I cannot open an eatery anytime soon and would need to get a job instead.
Ganesh suggested I become a house help or a housemaid as that could be a potential source of income and I could save a little from that as well. He said he can connect me with a friend of his who is looking for a maid as well. I agreed and asked him to set up the meeting for the next day.
I went back up and laid on the bed. Meghna was already there. She saw me and understood what had happened. She started laughing and asked, “8th or 9th stroke climax?”
I got what she meant, I said, “9th or 10th probably. I did not count.”
She said, “Yeah, that’s around his limit.”
I was feeling so bad about myself that I let a man use my body to get information which led me to give up on my dreams.
Little did I know that this night’s experience would lead to me an unhappy marriage, and from there how my journey to the United States would ensue. It feels like ages ago.
Next Part: Seema’s Journey: Life and Sexual – Part 2