My Journey As A Whore – Part II
Incest
Submit Report Hi all, Its me Sweta again. Here to tell you more about my journey. Last time, I told you about how i lost my virginity, and got introduced to being a man’s currency. I wish i could say that right from the moment i walked into Sharma uncle’s bedroom that i started enjoying the sex. It was pleasureful, don’t get me wrong on that. But my mind could not accept the fact immediately. Just not yet. In the days after my first fuck, I remained at home most of the time, thinking about what happened. The pleasure, the fear, everything… But I noticed something. My mind did not like the fuck. But my body did. Even thinking about it made my nipples hard and my pussy wet. So what was stopping me? It was the chat with my youngest bhabhi maala that my conscience started to break.That day, I was mopping around the house as usual, when bhabhi came into my room to call me for lunch. She asked me, “Whats the matter, Sweta?” I was a bit angry, because I thought the matter was obvious. “What’s the matter? You know what happened to me and still ask me?”Bhabhi came over to me and sat beside me, “Well Sweta. I know why. But I don’t understand why you are so mad”I didn’t reply because I was already mad.Let me ask you”, she said, “Why do you think Uncle Sharma wanted you”Pleasure”, I said, “He wanted the pleasure of my body”And did he get it?””of course” “What about you?” she asked”What do you mean?” i shot back Well, did you also get the pleasure while he was fucking you?” she asked with a smile. She added, “Don’t lie, and be honest”I didn’t reply. But the red cheeks on my fair face must have given away my answer, because she smiled.and do you want to have that kind of pleasure more? even now?”I didn’t reply again, just nodded slightly. I knew I wanted the sex pleasure before. After i had the sex, I knew i still wanted it. “Well sweta”, she said slowly, “He wanted to get pleasure from sex. He fucked you and he got it. You wanted the pleasure from sex. You got fucked by him, and got it. So what’s the problem””Well, I didn’t ask for it, and I didn’t want it at that time” I said hotly.”Yes, but you got it and still you got the pleasure that people get from sex. So whats the difference?” she asked. I thought about it, and realized, she is correct.”its not like you don’t want to have sex at all.. isnt it?” she asked coyly.I smiled. Like she said, I loved the pleasure from sex even when I got it in the worst possible way. That does say something about me now, doesn’t it. Now, with this new outlook, when I thought back to that day, it just didn’t seem bad at all. And the things I did not even realize then, like how Uncle felt laying on me, and how his dick felt inside my pussy, etc, those feelings felt sooo nice now! Why didn’t I get fucked earlier! i thought smiling. I thought about the other perverse sexual things Uncle was doing like holding my panties on his cock, cumming in them, all the signs and winks from him and other men in the town, they all seem so arousing now that i felt my body heat up.You dirty bitch! you are getting turned on by it now, isnt it” Bhabhi suddenly intoned. “What?” I asked, she just pointed at my crotch, and there visible through my white cotton skirt is a clear wet patch on my black panties. I blushed and looked away. I just realized that i enjoy being in men’s sexual thoughts a lot more than I thought before.After that talk, I was back to being my own self, and the difference was so stark that even my dad noticed it. He casually asked me, “Some of my friends are interested in you” I paused. I wasn’t completely sure what he was asking. So I asked him, “About what?”About tasting that hot body of yours” he finished with a evil smile.I couldn’t believe what my own dad was asking me. That he wanted to whore me around to his friends. But I knew that whatever I say now, is going to change my life.I took a deep breath and said one word, “When?” My dads smile widened, and I knew my life would never be the same. It was a few weeks after that episode. I became very busy. Almost 3 to 4 times a week, dad would introduce me to other men. They would either take me to some hotel, or to my room in my house and keep me for the whole night. It was obvious that they loved having a teenage body under their control, because they fucked me raw. oooh they fucked me for so long, and hard that sometimes even I would get orgasm. And you know how difficult it is for a girl to get an orgasm, right? And the fun part was, I loved being under their control. Doing what they tell me to, satisfying their minds was so gratifying that I began looking forward to the encounters. I enjoyed every bit of the encounters, with a smile on my face that seemed to drive the men crazy with… lust, i guess. And it made me even happier. That day, dad informed me that he decided to host a cards game at our house. He wanted me and my maala bhabhi to serve the party. It was new to me, but I did hear about such parties before and agreed wholeheartedly. That afternoon, we were at home making preperations for the party. I had to go upstairs to get something, and met Uncle Sharma again. Like last time, I noticed Uncle Sharma again this time, with his cock in hand and one of my panties in his other, and rubbing it all over his face. First i got a bit angry at him, for doing that to me. But then, I remembered that after what he did, I got on this path thats been soo pleasureful. so, shouldn’t I be thankful? I decided to go thank him. I got up, and walked over, “Hello Uncle”He suddenly stopped with horrified face, and began stammering. How come you only have one of my panties uncle?” i asked walking close to him “Last time I saw, you were holding two”.