Air Hostess To High Profile Prostitute – Part 3
If you have not read my earlier stories of this series, I highly recommend you to go and check these out. I had too much sex while I was prostituting in Dubai. I got back to India, and I completed the contract with the escort company. I had done too much slavery for clients and now wanted a peaceful life. After coming back to india, I got married. My husband is currently working in a reputed organization. He is mostly busy with work but provides me with whatever I wanted, except satisfying sex. He knew that I was an air hostess but didn’t know that I was a prostitute. Also, he is wanted me to be a housewife, and this prostitute loved him a lot. We were now married for 1 year. Though I had put on little weight but in the right places, which makes me look sexy. I wear tank tops and shorts at home and wear kurtis while going out. My hubby is not that good in bed. He only liked few positions and would get discharged quite early. Being his wife, I never made him feel bad about this. As I was a prostitute, I know how to fake orgasms and make satisfactory faces to clients. I used the same tricks on hubby. But deep down, I had lost interest in sex. Having sex with my hubby always brought back the feeling of being a prostitute. Though I am not paid, I am always in his control. He used to decide when to have sex, the position, and what to do. One day, when my hubby was in the office, our doorbell rang. It was Rohan, my neighbor. He was a student of MBA. I welcomed him in. He asked for sugar to make tea. I offered him to have tea with me. I thought that this way I will pass my time. I made tea and came to the living room where Rohan was sitting. When I put my hand forward, his fingers touched my fingers, and I felt shocked due to static. The teacup just fell down and broke into pieces. He said sorry and helped me collecting the broken cup. While doing so, he got a good view of my cleavage through the tank top. I saw him looking at my boobs. When he realized that I knew he was watching, he immediately took off his eyes from my boobs. Somehow I felt good. I was a slave for all the time I had sex in the past. But now, a feeling of dominating a man came into my mind, and it was after such a long time I wanted to have sex. Rohan went back to sit on the sofa, and I gave him half of my tea. We spoke for some time. While doing so, I was giving him a clear view of my boobs through my top. When he was looking at my cleavage, I asked him are you getting a clear view? To which he was surprised and didn’t say anything. I stood up and went and sat in his lap. He started to shiver. It was his first time. I pulled his hair back and gave him a mouth full of a french kiss. He was already erect. Me: Aadmi hai na tu fir sharmata kyu hai? (Ain’t you a man? Why are you so shy?) Rohan: Main… Nahi… Woh… (I… no… that…) Me: Kya main… main kar raha hai? Kabhi aurat dekhi nahi hain kya? (Why are you stammering. Haven’t you seen a woman?) Rohan: Main ghabra gaya tha. (I got scared.) Me: Kaisa fattu hain tu. Chal tujhe mera ghulam banati hun main aaj. (You are such a loser. I am going to make you my slave.) Then I held his shirt collar and took him to my room. Rohan: Aapka ka paati aaye to gadbad ho jayagi. (We will get into trouble if your husband comes) I heard him and pushed him on the bed. I sat on his chest and placed my finger on his mouth. Then I called my hubby and put the phone on speaker. My hubby picked up the call. Me: Jaanu, I am feeling lonely, aap kab aa rahe ho? (When are you coming home?) Hubby: Jaan, aaj thoda late hoga. Kaam bohut hai office mein. Tum kuch shopping karne kyu nahi jaati? (Jaan, I will be late. A lot of office work is pending. Why don’t you go shopping?) Me: Ok theek hain baatati hu aapko. (Ok, I will tell you) I disconnected the call Me to Rohan: Aagar mera pati yaha aaya to main seedha bol dungi ke tu mujhe force kar raha hain. (If my husband comes here, I will tell him that you are forcing me.) Rohan: But maine to kuch nahi kiya. (But I didn’t do anything) Me: tu kuch karega bhi nahi. Aaj tere saath jo kuch karna hain main karungi. (You won’t do anything, I will do whatever I want with you) I tied his hands back to the bed while I was speaking with him. I then slapped him on his face and asked if he enjoyed it, to which he said, “Yes.” Me: Sex karna hain? (Want to do sex?) Rohan: Yes Me: Tujhe mera ghulam banna padega. (Then you will need to be my slave.) Rohan: Ok, but this is my first time. I laughed and started kissing him all over his body. I opened his shirt buttons and took off his pants, and started kissing him on all his body. Then I went and stripped all my clothes. I was completely nude in front of him. Then I went and gave him my boobs to suck. He was inexperienced, and after 10 minutes of sucking, he said that his jaw is aching. I saw him with anger and slapped him hard. Me: Rand hai tu mera. Main jaisa bolungi waise karneka. Jyada shanpatti nahi karneki. (You are my gigolo. You will do whatever I say. Don’t try to be over-smart) I got some cigarettes from the drawer and started to smoke. Then I again sat on his chest and started to blow smoke on his face. Then I took a sip and exhaled all the smoke inside his mouth. He started coughing. I again got angry to know that he had never smoked. Then I directly sat on his face and asked him to lick my pussy, and started to abuse him. Me: Chat saale, chat. Teri maa ki chut. Maderchod. Laude kahika aadmi hain re tu. Saala abhi tak ladki ko choda nahi smoke nahi karta. Chat teri maa ki chut. Bhenchod. (Lick it. You mother fucker. You asshole, haven’t fucked a woman, haven’t smoke. Lick mother fucker, sister fucker.) He started to lick my pussy. I was suffocating him while sitting on his face. I finished one cigarette and started with a second. I was on his face till the time the second got finished. I then stood up to see all my juices on his face.