City girl gets fucked by hot villager
Hi everyone, I don’t wish to reveal my real name and city. Let’s say I’m from Bangalore. I have a thick and curvy body. Because of this, I get stared at a lot. I’m 5’4″ tall, and I have large boobs and buttocks. I never measured it, but I wear a 36C size bra and 38 size panties. I have a dusky complexion, curly hair, big eyes and thick lips. I don’t have a flat stomach. It bulges out a little. I appear to be decent on the outside, but I’m a sex-crazed bitch on the inside. I started watching porn and masturbating very early. I have emotionally unavailable parents, so I got off track early. I usually dress modestly in kurtis and jeans or loose t-shirts with pants or crop tops with long skirts. I also usually wear a scarf around my neck to hide my big breasts because they attract much attention, even from women. Sometimes it makes me uncomfortable. But mostly, I enjoy the attention people give my boobs and buttocks. Men usually look at me with a lust-filled gaze. I look quite modern, but I don’t like foreign porn or anything that is not Indian, including porn and sex partners. I wear a belly button ring and mostly don’t wear a panty. It makes me feel like a slut and keeps my pussy wet. Sometimes I even walk around the house with something stuffed in my pussy. It feels too good! I have looked at myself naked in the mirror. The huge hanging boobs and the big belly with a belly button ring make me look like a dirty, cheap prostitute. And I fucking love that! I am an IT employee. I have had rough and dirty sex with about 10 men without my family’s knowledge. But I will narrate one incident only in this story. A rice mill cum wholesale rice shop near my house, and a North Indian man owns it. So, all the servants and laborers working there are North Indian villagers from UP, Bihar etc. I’m not stereotyping anyone here. But most of those laborers are lusty and horny men who openly stare and pass lewd comments. I visited that shop once a month to place orders for rice bags. It is at a walkable distance from my house. Whenever I went to that shop, I used to see all the workers stopping their work to stare at me. They used to look at each other and smile creepily. But there was one particular guy who attracted my attention. He was of medium height and had tattooed hands. He had an evil look on his face. He had greenish eyes. All these features made him look boorish and sexy. I liked his staring the most. One day, while I was at the shop, he walked past me while brushing his elbows against my left boob. I was taken aback but did not flinch. My heart was racing as I walked back home. I started to want him badly. I came home that day and rubbed the fuck out of my pussy while calling myself ‘randi,’ imagining it coming from him. After that, every time I went there, he started subtly touching me, on my boobs or ass or pussy. I loved the courage that guy had, and I used to let him touch me wherever he wanted to. Nobody noticed him touching me. I badly wanted to see his dick and stuff it in my pussy. I was hoping it was long and fat. The fatter the dick, the hornier I become. A few weeks later, one day, I was sitting at home, feeling horny. My mom was trying to call the shop owner to place an order. He was not answering the calls, so my mom sent me to check. I was not wearing a bra. But my mom told me it was urgent. So I wore a scarf and rushed to the shop. My heartbeat was very high. As I approached the shop, it got windy. My scarf kept flying up, exposing my boobs through my yellow t-shirt. The owner was not there that day, so the workers had a gala time staring at me. This guy did something unexpected. He walked up to me, lifted my scarf and grabbed my left boob. I almost fainted. His lusty eyes were making my pussy leak. I wanted to grab him and suck his dick wildly, but I controlled myself. He came very close to me. I was scared and EXTREMELY horny at the same time. I picked sex over shame and decided to get fucked by him at any cost. So, I seductively smiled at him. Then I asked all of them, “Aapke seth kahaan hai?” (Where is your owner?) One of them said, “He’ll be back in a while.” So I gave this guy another slutty look and started walking towards my home. But I wanted him to take hints and follow me, so I took a different route. I couldn’t believe that I was taking such a huge risk and doing this daredevilry. To my surprise, just as expected, he started to follow me after looking here and there. Now, I live in an upmarket locality, so most streets are empty all day. Nobody comes out. And it was afternoon, so there was not a soul on the roads. I found an empty plot and stopped there, hoping to get fucked behind the bushes. I pretended to adjust my sandals. He came close and said, “Ma’am.” I was like, “Yes, it’s happening!” Me: Haan? Kya hua? (Yes? What happened?) He: Mem, aap mujhe pasand ho. (Ma’am, I like you.) I couldn’t control my innate slutty behavior. I could not pretend to be normal anymore. I mentally prepared myself for a really good fuck and to be used like a filthy prostitute. Me: (smiling) Acha? Sach mein? (Yeah? Really?) He narrowed his eyes and whispered, “Han.” He fondled my pussy with his left hand and pinched my boob with his right hand. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to take off all my clothes and get fucked like an animal. My heartbeat was so high that I could hear it. I was horny and nervous at the same time. I said, “Ruko, yahaan chalte hai,” (Stop, let’s go there.), pointing to the empty plot with bushes. We quietly walked in on the dry leaves and reached a spot behind the bushes and the compound wall. I was taking a huge risk – hygiene risk, pregnancy risk, risk of being caught and shamed. My desire was stronger than all my fears. So I turned into a cheap roadside prostitute. I fondled his dick over his pants and said, “Utaaro pant.” (Take off your pant).