Priti The Brothers Slave Pt 02

Recap: in the last part you read, Preeti, MY SISTER, was explaining the story of her upbringing. how she fell for a bad guy and how she lost her virginity with him.

Conversation with susan

"That sounds kinky," Susan complimented. "You fell for a guy who publicly humiliated you."

"Unfortunately, yes!" Didi replied with sorrow in her voice, "but he was more than just sex for me."

Didi continued....

It was the first ever sex of my life; I achieved the pleasure that I had always desired. The way he impatiently told me, 'Please don't stop me!' while fervently sucking my breasts--I liked it. I liked his passionate desire for me. It made me feel special.

The scene from last night kept playing over and over in my mind. The gentle ache in my pussy was constantly reminding me of every delicious moment. I forgot that I lied to my mother that I was going to a friend's birthday party. and I was with him the whole night, having my pussy banged. Now I have to face my mom's wrath. "Oh God, please don't let her kill me!" I prayed silently.

When I reached home, she had already prepared her speech. And started shouting at me.

"Here she comes!" She metaphorically said, "can you please tell us, where were you all night?"

"Sorry, Mum, I got late so I prefer not to travel at night," I presented a logical excuse before her.

"It is Nearby, you said... you can call us. where is your phone, by the way?"

Too many questions at once. Hard to reply. Yes, I said that. Would she have allowed me to go out If I hadn't said that?

"Phone was dead, Mum. I made a reasonable excuse but she didn't care; she was in the mood to make me cry. But strangely, I don't care about her words. I was lost in the beautiful feeling of my hymen rupturing. That sweet pain reminds me of the night I just spent. I was blushing.

"Congratulations, Priti, you are a woman now," my heart was saying to me.

Once my mom was over with a lecture on the ethics of a female child in our society. I was finally In my room. First time in my life I am not crying after being scolded by her.

I prepared to take a shower. The cold water. I felt ecstasy in my soaring body. I checked my cunt; my labia was swollen and a smile spread over my face with this sensation.

Rest of the day I spent sleeping; I rarely slept last night. It was the most peaceful sleep I had ever experienced. When I woke up the sun went to dusk. I wake up yawning. I looked at my phone. His message popped up, and a smile spread over my face.

"Hii hottie," I read Rajat's text and my face lit up.

"Hello!" What are you doing"? I replied.

"Missing your hot body, want to fuck you again," he texted back. With an attached photo of his dick.

"hey! Learn some manner, who send a photo like this?" I texted, grinning.

"What I do, my hot girlfriend makes me so excited I forget manners," he replied.

We chatted for a while; he was asking me to come to college tomorrow while I was planning to bunk and give some time to my pussy to recover. I said I will try.

Sucked his dick

Next morning, I couldn't resist attending college. Despite not feeling well, I went to the college just for him. He took me to the stairs, a favorite spot for lovers in my college. He started kissing me. I couldn't resist him. His hands started roaming over my breast. Which was still aching from ill treatment a day ago. But I couldn't resist him. Love is like this: selfless.

He pulled up my t-shirt and attacked my boobs. He was biting and squeezing them. He started sucking my nipples. I moaned and I just slumped against the wall to support myself, trying to suppress my moans. He was a little rough with my hurting, tender boobs, but I surrendered against his passion for me.

His one hand slid down to my crotch and started rubbing against my sex. I remember I was wearing jeans. He was trying to clench my pussy above my jeans. Which he was unable to.

When he started unzipping my jeans, I stopped him.

"Nohhh, Rajat! not here," I pleaded.

Ignoring my words, He forcibly impinged my body on the wall with the help of his elbow and shoved his hands in somehow. I moaned with pain when he abruptly clenched my swollen pussy. My eyes closed with pain as i moan. He shut me up with a kiss. Tears welled up in my eyes and I slowly melted down as his hands started to explore my pussy hole. I wanted him to go further. I was losing my control, but the mumbling sound of students from down the floor made me realize where we were. I didn't want to be caught by a professor being fucked here in a running college.

I pushed him apart with all my force. "We can't do that," I said.

I read the annoyance on his face. His eyes turned fierce. This man was different. I don't know him. He closed his eyes and exhaled a few times as if he was controlling his anger. his eyes still had that mischievous lust. " Okay!" he said, " but I can't go to the classroom like this." Following his innuendo, I saw he was holding and caressing his naked and erect phallus with another hand. I knew what he wanted from me. But I never even felt an actual dick before. I only watched them in porn and read about them in erotica. I looked at his dick, then at his face, and I realized there was no way to escape. I always wanted to suck a dick. I used to only fantasize about the men's reaction to cumshots, the way they explain it in erotica--how it would feel.

I kneeled on the floor close to him. I used my shaky hands to touch it. It was fully erected. Throbbing veins were visible from a distance. Those erotica were right; it felt hot. Veins were coming out of it. But it is not always rock hard. There is a peak of erection when it feels like bone. However, the real Dick is more attractive than what is shown in porn.

I brought it closer to my mouth. The sharp, musty, manly smell hit my nose. I am telling the truth; you won't like the smell at first. but over time, you get obsessed with this masculine smell. And sucking a dick will be your favorite job.

I licked the salty surface of his top. Test was strange but it was hard to tell. I licked it more. He sighed. I don't know why but it felt good. I licked it Again and again. Like I watched in porn.

"Fuck!" He moaned. punching the wall.

I sucked sides, then i started taking whole of in my mouth and started Licking it with heart. he was moaning. I felt tempted to do more as he moaned. I started moving my head, giving him an in-and-out motion and kept licking. It made it hard for him to stand. "fuck you are so good at it," he complimented, moaning. "Thank you," i thanked him in my head, because my mouth was busy taking as much of his dick as I could. I can feel a little saltiness in my mouth; maybe it's his pre-cum oozing out.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my head. And fisting a bunch of hairs, he shoved his dick up to my throat. My eyes widened; I felt suddenly choked. but he didn't leave. He kept fucking my mouth while I was asphyxiating. I was tapping his hand. But he had a strong grip on my head. He left me and I coughed. I was gasping for air. When he shoved it again and without mercy started fucking again. He did it a few more times before ejaculating deep into my throat. I collapsed on the floor and coughed out when he left me. I spit out his cum and started gasping for air. i spit out some, but a great portion I had to gulp down.

This could be the harshest way to treat your girlfriend, especially if your relationship is just two days old. You could be awarded with a breakup plus a police case of trying to rape her.

But I didn't get much time to think of it. He gave me his handkerchief to wipe my face. "Be quick, anyone can come," he said. I had to stand up and clean myself. I adjusted my clothes. We went back to the class. I was feeling humiliated. I was feeling used. It was inhuman--choking someone with your dick. Instead of taking it as an offense, I was relating it to his excitement. I was assuming it was a part of his passion for me.

It was just three days after my first fuck. I had not even totally recovered from hymen rupture. He forced me to bunk the class, drove me to his place and banged my pussy all day. I didn't resist; I let him do anything he wanted.

It's started happening more frequently. He took me to his place and fucked me whenever he wanted. I also never refuse him. He was the ruler of my heart. So I gave him the charge of my body too.

He called me 'slut' one day but strangely I didn't feel bad. He can call me whatever he wants. He became more and more abusive and harsh to me in bed. he used to use dirty slang for me (slut, whore, bitch, etc.) in bed as well as generally. He used to call me a street whore.

He used to slap me brutally while fucking. He would like me screaming. He would like me in pain. Once when he was drunk and fucking me, he crushed his smoldering cigarette on my skin. I screamed out loud in pain. Which he enjoyed. I remember the scar it left on my chest, keeping reminding me of the humiliation for weeks.

Sometimes I like it; sometimes I allow him to do it out of love. but Strangely,I didn't feel anything bad for it. Well, I was happy with everything till my bad boy was mine. I liked submitting myself anyway he wanted.

What is said is, if you are available for someone too much, you lose value in their eyes. That's what was happening to me.

Soon he started ignoring my calls. I used to call him all day like an obsessive girl. But he only received it when he wanted. I explained to myself many times, 'maybe he was busy.' But it felt terrible to be ignored by him. I saw him hanging out with his classmate's friend while he was cutting my call. When I ask him, he gives me a reasonable excuse. If I argue, he shuts me up with a hard fuck.

He rarely treated me like a girlfriend anymore. I was more like his fuck slut. He talked to me when he wanted to fuck me. I couldn't say no to him. I also want sex. But I craved his attention too because I loved him. I want him to take me on a date and introduce me as his girlfriend. I craved the attention he used to give me before. Was I expecting too much as a lover?

One day we were at his place. The sole purpose of the meeting was obviously the sex. He wanted to fuck me. I also thought of enjoying sex for now, forgetting all the previous things. We were kissing when his phone rang. He separated to take the call. I asked him, "who is it?"

"None of your business, remove your clothes; I will be right back." he likely ordered me and left. His tone was blunt.

I got very angry. I don't know why. Was this incomplete sex? Or things filled up In mind. Or, it could be something else. I was feeling left out, ignored, and insulted. Not like he used to do during sex. You know it hurt me deep inside. I felt like a trivial thing in his life at that moment. I decided to show reluctance. I wanted my place back.

I remember what I was wearing that day. A shirt with a palazzo and there is a kinky reason I still remember it. You will come to know.

When he returned, I was sitting on the bed like before.

he asked me, "I told you something?"

"I am not your slut," I replied in annoyance.

He glared at me.

"Oh really," grabbing my face, he turned towards him and said,.

I pushed her hands away and said,. "Don't touch me; I am not in the mood." "please drop me back home."

I stood up to leave, But he pushed me on the bed and tactically handcuffed my hands behind me. "Ohh, What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making your mood, slut," he said. I don't know why I felt a disrespect in his tone.

He bent forward to kiss me but I turned my face away in annoyance. I was angry at him. He grabbed me by choking me and made me face him. "I really don't want this right now, Rajat," an angry woman inside me protested. However, a part of me very well knew he would not leave me without fucking me.

"Fuck your mood," he said. I don't care."

Coarseness in his voice.

He slipped down and grabbed my melons. I still didn't feel anything. He was caressing them, squeezing, and pinching above my clothes. I was still angry but a part of me dropped the protest.

He suddenly grabbed my collar and pulled them apart; a few buttons of my shirt broke and my boobs popped out.

"Fuck! what have you done?" I exclaimed.

"Shut your mouth," he said, grabbing me by my chin.

As his warm tongue touched the naked area of my Bosom. I started melting down.

I dropped the protest. Anyway, I couldn't do much with my hands locked.

He slipped them out of my bra and started playing with my boobs.

his male touch melted me. I succumbed to his passion for my boobs. My eyes automatically closed And a soft moan oozed out of my throat. His tongue was working on my nipples, and I was unable to breathe with pleasure. His hands were squeezing my right boob while he was sucking my left nipple. At that moment I was all his. He took control over me.

Unbuttoning my palazzo, he slid his hands into my panty. I felt shocked when two of her fingers started rubbing my clit. I looked at him and he kissed my lips and our tongues started battling. Her other hand was kneading my right boob, and his tongue was working on my nipples.

He sucked my boobs and played with my pussy till I was a breathless, wanting slut. My body was pleading for a fuck when he finished.

He slid out my palazzo and then my panty and adjusted me at the edge of the bed. My legs were widespread and rested on his shoulder. He shoved his erect dick in my poor pussy hole.

I moaned, Ahh! Isss!"

But he removed his dick and started rubbing it on my labia. It was making me wild. I was like,"ohh ahh iss," but I don't want to come without getting fucked.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Ahh! Ahh! Yes, please," I moaned and nodded.

He slapped my left tit hard. It was sensitive already and the slap was intentionally hard. The pain it reflected was breathtaking. "then tell me who you are, whore."

"Ahhh! aahhh! Ahh!" I moaned out of pain.

"Who are you?" he asked again, slapping my right boob.

Impact was harder. " Ahhh! I moaned. But I wasn't getting his question. I was so busy coping with the last pain.

"Tell me you are a slut." another slap was received.

"Ahh ahh ahh, iss! "yesss! I am a slut," I said quickly, gasping.

He pinched my nipples hard and asked me,

"Who are you?"

"Ahh, ohh ohh!, Iss, I howled in pain. My eyes welled up with tears. "I am a slut, a street whore in your use. please fuck me hard." I replied in a whining sound. coping with pain.

He shoved his dick into me and started shafting. Soon the pain of burning skin on my boobs and nipples was replaced by the pleasing pain of my vagina.

His dick sliding through the walls of my vagina, and the stroke causing stinging pain when it hits its depth. I was at the pinnacle of arousal.

He stooped forward to me, grabbed my neck, choked me, and started slapping me on my cheeks. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I am a slut," I replied in a grunting voice.

This pain was different from sexual pain. But I liked it because I was excited.

He spat in my face. "You are just a filthy slut," saying this. This might be humiliating or an act of hate. However, my mind was too weak to focus on what he was saying. I was close to the climax. "Yes, fuck me like your slut," i nudged him and he started fucking me hard. he was about to cum when he rewarded me with a few more slaps and choked me hard; he came. he collapsed on me. I also came in sync.

to be continued

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