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My sexual experience
I am student of BBD NITM and i want to say that first when i came here i was hezitant and my cousin sister was telling me that i was going to get so much fun. But later i realised that i did't have any boyfriend. I have seen Latif bhiya coming on our flat and ** my didi like anything and watching this made me **. I tried all my look but failed miserably. After latif bhiya broke up with my appy, I recived a message one day that i was cute later i realized that i was the asme bhiya who use to ** my di. I had seen him and things went on. He was working and he started calling me, so in week ends he use to call me to his flat where he use to live with his friend my di had left to delhi for she got job in delhi. Now he calls me to his flat, while his friends stay out he ** me hard. He puts his ** in my mouth and ** my mouth very hard, he release his ** inside my mouth and then also keeps ** my mouth. Once his friend saw me performing sexual acts with him he joined and now i was being ** by all his friends they touch me rub my ** and ** my moth. I am in it department and no one knows this dark secret of mine.
When I was seven years old and living in Calcutta, my father decided that become a prostitute. One evening, he said, "Meena, you know we have no money, so you have to become a prostitute and earn some."
"No, Pappa!" I screamed, "I don't want to. I'm a virgin."
My father became very angry and he tore off my dress, pulled me to the ground, and climbed on top of me.
I tried to push him away, but he was obviously too strong for me.
He held me down into thefloor and thrust his ** up me.
The pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. With each thrust of his **, I screamed and begged him to stop.
My father grunted and sweated as he ** me. Finally, after what felt like hours, he spunked off.
His ** was hot and sticky. He collapsed on top of me. When he got off, his ** and the blood from my torn hymen dripped out of my ravished **. "You're not a virgin now," he said gruffly. "Now go to Howrah Station and sell your ** like the other girls there."
At the station, I felt like a piece of meat on display.
My first customer was a man with a moustache. He took me to a room behind the station. There, he threw me onto the bed and took his trousers off. His ** was massive. He pulled my legs apart and slammed his ** into me, causing me to scream in pain. When he finally spunked off up me, he threw some coins at me, put his trousers on, and left.
My next customer was an old man who took me to an alley nearby. He pulled out his **, which was already hard and throbbing, and told me to ** it.
Grabbing me by the hair, he shoved his ** into my mouth. He came quickly, his ** spurting into the back of my throat. When he'd finished **, he gave me some money and left.
This was to be my new life as prostitute. Not only that, whenever I took the money I'd earned back to my father, he ** me repeatedly.
If my mother protested, he had his friends gang-** her. Naturally, she didn’t often protest.
It, natural that a father should force his daughter to become a prostitute if he needs money. I live in Bombay now, having grown up in London. When my eight-year-old daughter refused. My three brothers and myself ** her day and night until she gave in and agreed.
This is a very interesting confession. You should tell us more about your experience. Do they ** you all at the same time or one at a time? Do they only ** your mouth or only ** in your mouth? Do you feel good or bad about it? Please tel us. This is a very exciting experience.