Am I A Whore? Part 1 (The Beginning)

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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).

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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.

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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.

Then he just left me there and threw a towel to me. I laid there for ten minutes and then cleaned myself and wore my clothes back.

Then I was about to leave but he asked me to sit. I was feeling ashamed and filthy.

“Mole, your churidar stitching fee has been collected now. Thank you. Can I ask you something? Did you enjoy this?”, he said.

I just nodded. I was feeling very shy. Then he told me to remove my pantie and give it to him. But when I refused, he almost shouted and said in a strong tone.

I went inside again and removed my panty and came out and gave it to him. When I was about to go, he gave me a 100 rupees note. I didn’t understand why, but I just took it and kept it in my bra.

Then I picked up my Activa scooter, went home, took bath and tried to sleep. Every time, I went to bed at night, I thought I had done something wrong. At night, he sent me a photo of his dick oozing milk and he was about to clean it with my panty. But I realized it was not his dick. It was a smaller one in length but much thicker.

“Do you want to drink this milk or should your pantie clean it?” his message followed.

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I kept looking at the photo. The dick was looking so nice. I felt like licking it. I didn’t say anything.

“Your panty is good at cleaning the dick of my friend. I have not told him that it’s yours. Do you know you are a whore? Even though you are an educated and high-class girl, inside you are just a third-class cheap whore.”

“When I sucked you like one, you enjoyed it. You did not even try to resist. I have gone to many whores but you are the best. That’s why the money I gave you as a tip.”

“My fee was actually more than enough for whores like you. Also remember, whores don’t wear panties. And even if they wear, it will be sheer lace-type. Good night. Whenever you feel to get a good fuck, come to my shop. I will give you a good tip too,” he said in a voice message.

I don’t know why but I just send a smiley back. I was feeling angry with the message but deep inside, I was feeling good and proud that I had satisfied him. All kinds of emotions were coming in my mind.

Three more messages came from his side. It was his photo showing his dick and then him pulling his dick out of a pussy.

“This girl is nowhere near you, my dear. You are the best. Come here mole and suck me. You are made to suck dicks. Your white body is for being fucked. Send me the photo of your white body..” he messaged.

I just switched off the phone. I just couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about what he said. Unknowingly, my hand was on my pussy. I removed my panty. I tried fingering but I just couldn’t bring myself to the same kind of satisfaction which I got when the old tailor fucked me.

Am I really a whore? Do I really need fucking? Yes, I like to suck a dick. But, no, this is wrong. I am a married lady. Thinking all this, I slept off.

[email protected] is my email id. Sorry, I am not looking for sex so don’t mail me asking for sex.

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