Reeti Saxena - Sex With A Foreigner By Our Village Lake
Hello dear readers, my name is Reeti Saxena. I am originally from a village in Bihar which has a small village lake. But I have come to Mumbai to become an actress or even a Bollywood star if luck favors me. I am very determined to achieve this goal, and I will achieve it with all means necessary. While I am writing this story, I am 24 years old, born on the sixth of September. For my whole life till now I have been a very naughty girl. I dare you to find a hot and slutty girl like me. Despite being from a small village, I am more modern than these high society chicks from metro cities like Mumbai, Delhi, or Bangalore. My height is 5’4,” and I usually weigh around 54 kilos. My figure is 36-24-36, the perfect hourglass shape that takes many hours of mine, sweating in the gym and in the bed. The first thing I have learned from my uncle Brijesh is to get rid of my sexual inhibitions. At the age of 20, my uncle played daddy and fucked me , popping my cherry. Since then, I have worked very hard to become as bold as a prostitute and as secretive as a spy. It is an unbelievable truth that since my 20th birthday, I’ve had sex with a dozen villagers in the most erotic public locations in that year itself. Yet, there’s not a single photograph of mine in a compromising situation. After I was orphaned at the age of 5, my uncle Brijesh took me under his wing. Having no daughter, he treated me as his own. The schools in my village are terrible. You can’t learn anything there, and yet I am well-read and educated thanks to my uncle. Further, as an additional perk, Brij mama (uncle), that’s what I call him, is a pervert. So he had no problems with me turning into a slut or pursuing my goal in the film industry that is sexually corrupt to its core. Actually, the openness in the house while growing up made our conversations pretty transparent. I don’t hide anything from my Brij mama. All guys did I fuck, when and where, and how many times. I casually share this information with him. Whether on the phone or in person, our daily conversations are pretty fun, which others might feel offensive and vulgar. I’m okay with that. My aunt, Gita, once overheard our casual conversation and was shocked to the core. She had this dramatic moment of dropping the plate on the floor. I had described to my uncle how I had sex with my school teacher behind a bus stop. But she’s got used to it now. My uncle Brij is a failed filmmaker. He tried his luck traveling to Mumbai with some loaned cash from the local landlords. His stay there was embarrassingly short. He managed to blow off all the cash and shamelessly return home empty-handed in three months. Until I turned 20, he struggled to pay installment with the little farming he did in a small piece of land my father owned. I say till I turned 20 because it has made me do quite a few Bhojpuri hot films circulated in the private circles since then. As shameless perverts these landlords are, they are men of their words when they promised me, “Don’t worry, these films will never get public.” Up until now, I have been covertly having sex with different guys while refining my skills. I never let them record a video of me other than the scripted films. But perhaps now that I realize it was a mistake. Another girl co-starred with me in one of those ‘Bhojpuri me Garmaahat’ (Bihari adult films) on purpose. She leaked footage online. That bitch Shreelata! The next day she had a call to star in an English web series. She had to play an Indian who flashes her tits. And I know her English is terrible. I was very annoyed that evening. I remember constantly complaining about it while I bounced on my uncle’s lap while his dick was deep inside my pussy. “Don’t worry, Reeti. You are destined for much bigger things.” “What’s bigger than acting in a European web series? Some Bollywood actresses don’t even get that kind of break,” I said while I plainly let him suck on my tongue. Brij is a sucker as his mouth is a vacuum. No matter what position we are in, he always insists on putting his mouth to good use. That’s why even that evening, he forced a lip lock while humping me in-order to shut me up. My aunt was gone to her parent’s house, which was in another village. So the entire house was free for us to fuck around. You wouldn’t believe that we shot three different scripted films in the six hours we were alone in the house. He even made me suck his cock while he edited those films on his cheap PC. “Idea!” he screamed during climax ejaculating inside my mouth. I never say no to protein, so I swallowed it all. Looking down at me, he said, “I heard from one of my Patna contacts that a European guy is coming tomorrow to recce our village.” “What is recce?” I asked. “Dumb girl! You don’t know recce? It is where some professional filmmakers come to check out the location to see which beautiful parts the film can be shot in.” “Oh, okay,” I said while putting on my frock as my aunt was about to return any moment then. “Why don’t you show them these films we shot today? You can speak English, that’s an additional advantage for you. If you manage to convince him, then he might pick you over ‘that bitch’.” “Yes,” I cheered. This was my opportunity. “I will fuck him if I need to,” I said while in bed later that night. Even when aunt had returned, uncle managed to slip out of their bedroom and was kissing my body while pulling up my frock. He had my legs spread while he teased my clit with his wet tongue. After all these years of casual fucking with my uncle, the romance part of our relationship was all but gone. Still, from time to time, he tried to make me feel love, still nothing! Disappointed to see my dull reactions, he walked away after masturbating alone against my room’s wall. The next day I woke up pretty early.