My Friend Kumari Is A Prostitute
editor's picks, female writer, incest

Hi, guys. My name is Reeti Saxena. Thank you for all the love you have shown. If you are new, please read my old stories. You will like them. Today my story is different. This is the story of my friend Kumari. A few weeks back, I was on a film shoot in Kolkata. It was a brothel scene. I was one of the female actors there. There I saw my old friend. I will not tell you her name. Now people call her Kumari. She looks very different now. She was a thin black girl in school. But now she has become fair, has hot figure 38-28-40 and big breasts. She told me they are fake. A foreign client gifted her when he took her to the U.S. as a personal prostitute. At first, she did not tell me she is a prostitute. She felt ashamed to tell me that. But then I saw her taking money from a man. He squeezed her boob hard and slipped the 2000 rupees note inside her blouse. Then she took her to one of the rooms. I was worried for her. I walked to the door to hear what is going inside. I heard her moaning loudly. The man fucking her was also loud, calling her “Randi! Randi!” I had my ear pressed against the door when a man walked to me. He was a big fat black guy. He told me to move aside. He opened the door and walked in. He turned to closed the door, but he smiled at me and did not lock the door. From the gap, I was watching my friend being fucked by two dicks. She was sitting on the man’s cock while the other guy had his dick inside her mouth. “This will keep you quiet. Randi!” he said. I was continuously watching them having sex. But then the director called me. I was shocked, and accidentally I opened the door and fell inside. My sari slipped, showing off a bit butt crack. I was embarrassed. I pulled up my sari and walked away. When the door was open, the film crew watched my friend Kumari being fucked by two dicks. One in her pussy and another in her ass hole. She tried covering her face because she thought the film camera was recording her. When I walked away, the big black man shouted, “Close the door!” Later after the shooting was over, I was going home. There I saw Kumari waiting for me outside. Her eyes were red. I thought she was crying. She wanted to talk to me. Tell her story. Then one man walked to her. “Come, let’s fuck,” he said, grabbing her butt. “No,” she said, moving away from him. “Come on. Itne nakhre?” (what’s with the attitude) He took out a bundle of 100 rupees. Then he forced a kiss on her lips while putting the bundle inside her blouse. She pushed him back. In that process, her blouse was torn. She was not wearing a bra, so her breasts were exposed. Thankfully nobody was there to see. “I’ll remember this bitch! Don’t come to me next time begging to suck my cock!” She cursed him and walked towards me. I was scared because the road was empty, and this guy was six feet tall. But he did not do anything. We walked to our hotel. I gave Kumari my shawl to cover her chest while walking through public places. She was very sad when she told me her story, “I don’t know Reeti how this happened. One moment I was in college celebrating my 20th birthday and then suddenly my mother died. You know, you were there. I was taking care of my father. He was going to retire in two months, so I started looking for jobs. I wanted to become a doctor, but I had to do a tailoring job to earn money. My father got retired, and after that, he started staying home. Since he didn’t have any money, he stopped going to that woman in our village for sex. He was old but also very horny, all the time. I used to do all the housework; cleaning, cooking, washing clothes. He did nothing. When I used to go to his room, I used to see cum fallen on the floor. At first, I thought it was Fevicol. But one time, I caught him shooting his cum on the floor. After that, he got very confident. He started masturbating in front of me. After I used to come home in the night, I would see him not wearing his pants. His hand was always on his penis. While stroking his penis, he would find ways to touch me. But I used to keep a distance from him. One time when we were sitting at the table eating dinner. He put on hand down and started masturbating. I did not notice first. Then when he started moaning, I saw him. I was shocked to see him staring at my chest. I looked down to see my top two buttons were open, and he could see my bra. I was disgusted. I got up and walked away. That night while I was sleeping, he made his move. That day I had walked a lot to deliver blouses, so I was tired. So I did not realize he was on top of me until he started fucking. I woke up and was about to scream, but he covered my mouth. I could smell the stink of his cum on his hands. I did not do anything to stop him. He simply took my virginity and fell asleep next to me. After that day, he started sleeping next to me. Whenever he tried fucking me, I did not stop him. Even when a guest came to visit us, he would still fuck me. Do you remember that time when you came to tell us that you were leaving? I went into the kitchen to bring water but did not come out for five minutes. When I was coming out, my father grabbed me and started fucking me. He did not let me go until he cum inside me. After few weeks I started liking it. I started learning different positions from the internet to pleasure him. He was giving me a lot of attention, like my mother when she was fucking him. Whenever I came from work, he kissed me on the lips and then slid his finger inside my pussy. He used to get me so horny that we had to fuck before dinner. So we fucked in the morning while bathing, before going to work, after coming from work, before dinner, after dinner, and while sleeping. I was in love with my father but in a different way. But he did not love me back. He had different plans for me.” Suddenly Kumari started crying. She was about to fall on the road. I grabbed her. She stopped telling me the story until we reached my hotel. On the way, she was looking at me funny. Since I was holding her, her face was very close. Kumari smelled me. I wasn’t wearing any perfume still she said, “You smell nice.” Inside my hotel room, we ordered dinner and started eating. Kumari had stopped crying. She continued with the story. “My father did not love me. He was training me. One day he brought a stranger into our house. His name was Subhash. He said he’s my mother’s ex-boyfriend. He was there for one night. We had dinner, we talked and went to sleep. I was missing my father’s dick, but I couldn’t risk being caught by Subhash. So fell asleep. Late in the night, I felt father kissing my pussy. It was dark, so I did not see. This was new, but I loved it. He used his tongue to pleasure me. Then at one point, my father asked, “Do you like her?” “Yes, very much.” I heard him say while I felt his breath on my pussy. I was shocked to see Subhash pleasuring my pussy while my father stood at the door. “She tastes just like her mother,” said Subhash. After hearing the compliment, I did not stop him. Subhash violated all my holes while my father watched. Then at one point, Subhash told my father to join. He happily did that. We had a hot threesome while both of them sprayed cum on my face. Subhash was teaching us new moves. After having sex multiple times, I fell asleep. Actually, they thought I fell asleep. They started talking, “She’s a good fuck for 50 rupees,” says Subhash. “Yes, I know. Do you think I should charge more?” asks my father. “No…Not here. But if you give her to me, then I can give a good price for her,” Subhash said. I heard Subhash whisper 5 lakhs to my father. My father got very excited hearing the number. Still, he said, “No.” “I can’t live without her, and I can’t afford other prostitutes,” my father said. “Ten lakhs.” said Subhash. Still, my father refused. Subhash was disappointed. We had sex the next morning before he went away. I was happy that my father decided to let me stay. But after that incident, he started pimping me to other villagers. Like that woman Mohini, my father used to go to. I became the new village Mohini. I continued to have sex in the morning, bathing, before work, after work, dinner, and night as before. But this time with different guys. My father insisted on me leaving my job since he got ten times more money selling my body. But I wanted to do my tailor job. Together we earned so much money that we built a bigger house with new expensive stuff. I was so happy. Fucking strangers was no longer a problem for me. My father had started fucking me less. Actually, very rarely. On his 65th birthday, I decided to surprise him. Actually, I had gone to a politician’s house to fuck him. But at the last moment, he had a heart attack, so without getting any money, I returned home. My father was sleeping. I undressed and crawled into his bed. Then pulling down his pants, I started rubbing his penis. He was still asleep, so I was gentle. I was rubbing his penis for five minutes, but it did not become hard. He woke up to see me between his legs. But he wasn’t happy. He got very angry. I tried calming him down with a kiss on the lips. I tried touching his penis, but he wouldn’t let me. We kissed for some time. Still, his dick was not hard. I was worried for him. Later we learned that my father has become too old to have an erection. This made him mad. He did not want to see me anymore. He would send me to different places to fuck and collect money. I hope things would be better, and he will soon get an erection like before. But he never did. One evening I saw Subhash sitting with my father. He smiled, looking at me. “Hello, Subhash uncle,” I said and went to hug him. Instead, he pulled me for a kiss on the lips. “What brings you here?” “I’ve come to take you,” said Subhash. My father did not say anything. He did not even look in my eyes and said bye. After that, all events have been a blur.” Coming back to the present, Kumari told me how Subhash took her to the brothel where she was tested by the biggest dicks she has ever seen. They trained her to be as good as a pornstar. While she continued the story of how she became a prostitute, she suddenly pulled me close and kissed me on my lips. I was confused. I did not know how to respond. I was frozen when she kissed me again. This is the story of my friend Kumari. What happened between us and her story after becoming a prostitute that I’ll tell next time. Till then, tell me what you think about my story at [email protected].