Am I A Whore? Part 1 (The Beginning)
Hi, I am a simple housewife from Kerala. My house is in Kaipattur in the Pathanamthitta district. It has been three years since my wedding. We have a one-year-old daughter. My husband Vinu has been living in Dubai for over a year. I am living with my daughter and my husband’s mother. Now let me tell you all more about myself. I am white in complexion and also good looking. I weigh 55-60 kg, 32 size boobs with very perky nipples. Vinu married me after seeing my white complexion. I use to wear churidar mostly. I have an Activa scooter. Let’s come to the story. We (I, my mother and my daughter) went to a shop in Pathanamthitta to buy clothes for the wedding of a guy who is my husband’s relative. The owner of the shop was Vinu’s father’s friend. After marriage, I always buy my clothes from there. So, Uncle was there when we arrived. He always cared a lot about me. Uncle said while I selected a churidar cloth that it will look good only if stitched properly. He told to tell that tailor that he referred me. Since it was a new area, I asked where to get it stitched to which he told me about a shop nearby. When I asked where it was, he told me the way. We were in a little inside in an isolated area. There were only two men in the shop. One was an old guy and the other was a shorter and young guy. My mother-in-law told them the reason we came for. He asked me to leave the cloth and a sample churidar for measurements. There was no measuring cloth with us. Then he told that he would have to take the measurements. There were no women in the tailoring shop so I hesitated. My mother-in-law said in my ear that it was okay as the tailor was an old guy. The old tailor took me to a room behind the curtain. He gave a book to select the pattern. Then he took a tape and put it down on my shoulder and started taking the measurements. He put his left elbow on my breast and pressed my breast. Then he told me to lift my top to take measurements of the abdomen area. When I lifted my top, he suddenly grabbed my abdomen and gave a kiss there! I quickly pushed him away and asked him what he was doing. “Mole (‘daughter’ in Malayalam), so sorry, I couldn’t control when I saw your beautiful stomach..”, he said, “my thing got up”. Saying so, he removed his lungi and showed me his erect cock! I got shocked and scared. It was very big despite this age of his. It was the only the third time I was seeing a dick in reality. Before this, I had only seen my husband’s dick and a boy’s dick with whom I studied in college (that’s another story). This old tailor guy’s dick was looking like from those English porn movies. I stood there in shock but he continued with his measurements very professionally. After taking my measurements, we came out. He told me to come after four days and then we left. We came back home. At night, I couldn’t sleep. All I thought was his huge dick and that if it went into my pussy, I would die. I was feeling ashamed and guilt thinking about another guy’s dick. I went to the tailor shop four days later and he was not there yet. I got his phone number from the boy and called him. He told me he couldn’t finish the work that day and asked me to come the next day. When I arrived the next day, he was there. My churidar was ready. When I asked him how much did it cost, he said, “I can not take any money from you as you have come through uncle. Also, I am ashamed of what I did to you that day.” But, when I insisted he said, “Mole, if it is compulsory, you can wear this churidar and show it to me. Then I will tell you the price. I need to know if it fits well.” I went inside the dressing room and changed to the churidhar which was newly stitched and called him. He came and looked at it and said, “Super. But I think the cleavage is seen from outside”, pressing on my chest. “The fleshy parts are jutting out.” “There is another person to look at it (my husband), you shouldn’t look at it”, I replied. He walked around me and looked at me and then smelled my hair. “You smell good.” I looked over at his crotch and saw it was pretty swollen there. “Oh, you want to see him. Is it not so?”, he said. I want to see your white hot body without anything. Please mole”. Then the old tailor guy came up behind me and lifted my tops! I lifted my hands unknowingly. He removed my top and put his hand on my stomach. Then he pulled his pants down. He looked at me. “You are so beautiful, mole”, he said and took my bra off. He grabbed my breasts in his hand and I looked up. He sat down there, stripped me off my pants, lifted one of my legs and placed it on his shoulders. Then he started to lick my pussy! I was thrilled at that moment. Then he took me to the cloth-cutting table and climbed on top of me. He licked my nipples and then on my pussy. Precum was oozing through my pussy. Then he pushed my legs away and bent them to my knees. Slowly, he put his huge cock at the entrance of my pussy and looked at me. I simply nodded giving him a go-ahead. The old man pushed his dick. Half of it went inside my pussy. It was so deeper than my husband ever reached. Fortunately, it was not that thick or otherwise, my pussy would have got torn. He pulled and pushed again. In the third or fourth push, the whole of his dick was inside me. I was in severe pain. Slowly, he started moving in and out of my pussy. Initially, he was slow and gradually, he increased speed. I had already come twice during this period. Soon, the pain subsided and pleasure was taking me to heaven. After ten minutes or so, the old tailor suddenly stopped, came up to my face and pushed his cock on my lips. I said no but he held my hair and pulled it back. I opened my mouth automatically and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I was gagging and was feeling cheap like a whore. After mouth-fucking for two minutes, he came inside my mouth. But he didn’t still take the cock out. I was suffocating and had to swallow the whole milk.