Horny Teenager Ana Pt 01 The Hooker

Hey guys this is Ana, the not so innocent girl anymore. I'm the author and girl with brains behind this account and the ongoing series 'Incest Tales'. Do give it a read, if you would fantasize incest or kinkiness in some sorts.

Before that my intro, because many of you curious minds would be interested to know who I am. At the penultimate year of teenage, 19, I was a decent college student of course with kinks and wants of a horny teenager.

As of now, I have dropped out of college and I am working as a bar girl in Shyami's Bar in Delhi, India. And as a side hustle, I am also a part time sex worker. I believe sex worker would be a very dignified term for me, because I have let myself be degraded to a point which has no return. Don't worry I don't regret one bit of it. So, it all began on 17th of February this year, when our results were announced. Despite doing favours to the professor, he failed me. That motherfucker said he needed my pussy to pass me. But since I rejected him sex (I only gave him head), he failed me.

Anish, my boyfriend and partner In crime, had topped his class as always. It did kinda make me jealous and proud at the same time that my boyfriend was so smart. Anyways, sad, and not ready to face my parents, I started walking my way back home. Although I have an American lineage, my mom is Indian and she is strict when it comes to schooling. In fact, I would have dropped way before, if it was not my mom.

It was on the way home, I met Samad, the jock and more handsome guy in our school. Even though I was dating Anish, Samad's thoughts did manage to quiver me with excitement every time. He was indeed a charmer. He was also my ex, before Anish. And for that reason, we didn't have many interactions after I started dating Anish, courtesy to Anish's doubts that something may brew between us. But this time, it was different.

After a very long while he made an actual conversation with me that day. Samad knew that I failed, but he was surprisingly supportive. Despite being a dickhead before, this time around he consoled me that things would get better. He asked me if I wanna go to Shyami's bar nearby, and I nodded yes. I wanted to clear things with him, and any place was better to go than home where my mom would kill me for failing college. So that was what I did. I was wearing a skirt and a casual shirt top.

I rolled my shirt sleeves up, unbuttoned my top 2 buttons of the shirt from top to mildly expose my cleavage and pulled my skirt up to look reasonably ready for a bar. I don't know why I did it, but now that I think of it, I guess I needed Samad's validation. It could be that subconsciously I always wanted men to give me attention. And him ignoring me all this while, maybe took a hit on my ego whether I was good enough for him or not.

Without a clear plan for the night, we reached at tha bar. It was one of those booming party places, but had a rather calm and chill vibe to it. It was when we reached there, instead of getting drinks we went to the VIP area and that's where I saw Aman for the first time. He was an old haggy man, smoking a pot of weed with his brown rough wrinkly looking hands. I couldn't figure out what was happening, so I just went with the flow and took my seat next to Aman.

We had a couple of drinks, and that's when he gave me an offer to be the bar girl at this bar. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to slap him, for even asking me to do this. But then he offered me a monthly salary of Rs. 1 Lakh ($1216 roughly) tips not included, which was an outrageous amount for this dismal job. At that time, I couldn't figure his intentions, and the fact that I would have a job after dropping out convinced me to some extent to opt for it. Clearly, I had made a good decision by interacting with these guys and coming out tonight with my ex right? Well yes, you can say so!

I started doing the job and making big bucks for it. The tips were pretty good too. Anish was clearly not on board with the plan, but at that time I cared more about my future than his insecurities. Gradually, Samad was out of the equation, and my interactions were mainly with Aman. It was strange to see how he only talked with me, and not any other girls in the bar. I didn't mind the attention; he was an influential man because mess with him I thought. In reality, it was need to be validated tha kept me going with him.

But Anish's doubts were proven right, when after 2 weeks the inevitable happened. So, on 4th of March, the old man Aman came to me, with a puff of cigarette in his hands as usual, and asked me if he could take me to a party with him as his plus one. I wasn't keen on the idea, and for good reasons. I had a boyfriend after all! Just when I had made up mind, he told me there might be big links there who can introduce me to the fashion industry. And that got me, because I did really need a stable job other than this. So I agreed to go with him and after a bit of knocking with Anish, he agreed too.

I left home that night wearing my comfy hoodie and pants covering my legs. Aman's chauffeur came to pick me up and we went to his place. Aman, looking at my dress, was disappointed. But hey! I wasn't gonna dress inappropria...

It was then I removed my hoodie and pants to reveal the real fit for today. As Aman told, I wore a dark purple upper thigh length skin tight skirt, with black stockings and pink heels. What did you expect of me? Anyways clothing makes a woman attractive, and it doesn't define their character. Aman seemed very impressed, as felt the fabric if my dress. I even let him feel my dress, which was something I normally wouldn't let anyone do. He also ordered me to take a selfie with his phone, which I did without questioning.

There was something about that guy, which made me not question him. No, I wasn't scared of him. But it was just that he knew his way around me.

Anyways, he sent the photo on some group chat, captioning it 'my girl for tonight'. I was taken back, but nevertheless went with it. He praised my looks, and handed me a push up bra saying that my tits would look even bigger after wearing this. My whole life, I had been complimented that I have a very nice figure, which meant nicely shaped and perfectly sized tits. This man just implied that I was kind of flat. In a rage of ego and self-respect, I went to the toilet, changed the bra, and showed the real beauty that my body possesses with a bathroom mirror selfie I took on my phone. He was bewildered to see it, smirking at me, and clearly liking this gesture of mine.

When he saw that selfie, he complimented my looks as usual, giving me that validation I so desperately needed from him for some reason. I don't know why but this old rusty man, clearly an alcoholic, turned me on in some way. He was the definition of an alpha male. No offense to my boyfriend Anish, but Aman did really know his way around girls (especially me).

We sat in the car and went to that party. The car stopped into this red-light slum type area. I was shocked, kinda disgusted to find myself in this place even. Like a gentleman, Aman got the door for me as I stepped out. We started walking towards this semi bungalow type home, kinda ill maintained, as he placed his hands on my butt. I didn't mind his touch at this point. It was strange that I even let him. I didn't expect any better out of it when I said yes for tonight. When we reached the doorstep, he smacked by butt lightly and put his around my waist, as he signaled me to come in.

As we entered, I saw quite a few women inside, all in different shapes and colours. But all wearing something like me, some even more conservative. And that's when I realized, that I looked like one of them. I felt ashamed but kind of thrilled at the same time. I was a weird sensation, which I did not want to accept. What kinda party were we even going to?

Moving on, he took me to a room inside and placed me on the bed. Having realized there is no party, and it was just a plan I asked him where the party even is. And that's when he proposed me his plan. He said a fashion designer or a model nearly earn as much as a 'real life male pleaser'. He indirectly asked me to be a randi (prostitute/hooker/slut). I wanted to slap him in that instant. I wasn't going to something that lowly.

Yes, I am a horny pervy woman but that doesn't mean I could stoop that low. And it was then he pulled me towards him, and kissed me. I accepted his advances, as I reciprocated with my tongue. I didn't know what I was doing but all I knew was tonight I am not going home. He broke the kiss, and with a sense of triumph went to the toilet to freshen up, commanding me to be ready for him. I did as he told me to, taking orders from this dusky old man. I got rid of my stockings and my black panties. The heels had no use since I now rested on the bed, with my legs spread giving him a full view of my clean shaved virgin cunt. I didn't get rid of dress yet. I wanted him to do something as well, to undress me the way he wanted. I so badly wanted him, that I couldn't care one bit about he offer he just pitched.

I wanted to lose my virginity with the very man, that thinks of me with no respect and dignity. I even forgot about the relationship me and Anish were in. I just couldn't care enough about anything else, but myself at that instant of time.

He came out, in a lungi (kinda like a skirt, it's a male fit Indian men wear instead of pants sometimes at home). One could see his brown looking dick, half erect and his eyes wide open preying on my whole body. He pounced on the bed, without even wasting a second, as he held me in his arms choking me very hard. Anish has been aware of submission kinks, but he was never that dominant enough to make me crave for him. And that's the reason (again no offense to Anish), that he couldn't fuck me all these years and that man was going to get my pussy within weeks. He didn't seem in a hurry, neither did he care what I wanted. He progressed and did things his own way. He took a hard feel of my thighs with his palms, as he poked my pussy with his fingers.

That man did not care about the foreplay. And to be honest, neither did I, because all this evening, he has managed to turn me on many times. So like a shameless bitch, I let myself be fingered by him while he made me cum in a jiffy.

He took his fingers out, made me lick them and stuck them again in my cunt. It was all happening so fast, that I barely even had any time to process anything but the feeling of pleasure. He did it 3 more times, each time with a different hand movement and hitting different spots inside me. I couldn't even believe I could cum in that many ways. He acted so cocky and careless, that he called someone and started talking to them while he made me reach my orgasm one final time just with his fingers. I figured it was going to be a long night ahead.

I could feel his throbbing cunt on my butt meanwhile, ready to pop my cherry soon. And that's what he did. With his sheer strength, he raised me in the air and tossed me the other way. I feltlike his fuck doll and that thought turned me on even more. Finally, he showed me his gross looking dick. It was hairy a hell, and stank of his sweat. He mockingly said the last time he washed it was 3 days ago, when some other slut sucked him off. I couldn't believe I was going to do it, but holding my breath I took the entire length of his 7 inchers in my mouth. I was glad he didn't go straight to fucking yet. He groaned lightly, as he adjusted his cock in my mouth and started thrusting it.

Anish was really good at face fucking me, but this man's dick did wonders. I think it was the stench of his dick, which turned me on even more. I pushed him to an orgasm making him release all his jizz in my throat. I had a good gag reflex after all these years, and he could tell that I am kind of a pro in sucking. Praising my sucking abilities (I don't know why this degrading compliment made me feel proud), he made me swallow his salty cum. It tasted weird, but I didn't care at that point.

He pulled me towards him, and took one final view of my cunt before penetrating it. I almost cried in the pain that followed. I thought I could endure it, but I couldn't. It was then that I had to tell him my cherry hasn't bee popped yet. He was delighted to hear it, realizing how he needed to take things slow. The first time he fucked me (of course without a condom), he teared me apart. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as he deposited his nut in my tight little vagina. I could feel every sharp blow of his rod to my sweet little flower like pussy.

But the second time, the pain was replaced by pleasure. And by the fourth time, when my cunt was slowly adapting to his size, I started enjoying it. He thrusted hard, brushing his manhood against the delicate bounds of my vagina.

At the height of my pleasure, I couldn't believe that I had called Anish as per Aman's orders. He had told me to tell him that I won't be coming to college for a week. He made such unjust commands, but I still couldn't refuse them. Moaning at the top of voice, I told my boyfriend that I won't be meeting him or coming to college for a week (he didn't know I failed, and I forget too at that time). And when he asked me why, I told him that 'mujhe ahh ahh this week kaafi kaaam' ( I have a lot of work this week, I am busy). Saying that I cut the call, and enjoyed each thrust that Aman gave me.

He spanked my butt hard as he mercilessly fucked me. He would pinch my nipples, making me lactate like crazy while he fucked me like a wild dog. I moaned, even cried, but he didn't stop. We were so loud and vocal, but neither of us cared since we both knew we were in a brothel -- the literal fuck place.

He fucked me till 5 in the morning, and later took pics of my cum filled pussy. I just let him do what he wanted, his way around me. Despite barely knowing him, I let him have my nudes. From all that fucking, we both collapsed on the bed and slept till noon. I woke up a little later than him, because he had taken a shower and was getting ready to go out when I opened my eyes. I could feel the dried cum (his and mine) inside and out of my pussy. It was like a solid paste which stuck to my vagina.

The post horny realization hit me now, that I cheated behind my boyfriend's back, have this guy take away my virginity and I lay here now in a brothel. I was scared if I would get pregnant. With all the concerns bogging mind, he saw me awake, and set next to me as he fondled my hair. I could hear him ending the call by saying 'mal ready hai' (item is ready, meaning she is ready). I figured what he meant, and politely reminded him that I am not looking to be fucked like this for money. And that's when he held me closely and reminded of the last night, and how I acted like a slut. I wanted to shout at him, and tell him I'm not someone like this, but my inner self said otherwise. It was true I acted like a slut, and for some reason I wanted to try more. For some reason, I wanted him to force me somehow to join this escort thing.

And that's exactly what he did. He gave me an ultimatum: to try being a hooker for a week otherwise no salary of the bargirl job. I was fumed with anger, but inside I kinda knew he had convinced me to opt for being a slut now.

Seeing that I am convinced, he got me ready and put me in a brothel room. I was handed down a green flimsy looking hooker outfit, and of course no panties. I was expected to wear black stockings, with a pocket for keeping money. How degrading! But it got better, when they put on that classy prostitute looking makeup -- bright red lipstick, eye shade, eyeliner, and all.

My first client (can't believe I would ever say this) was a middle-aged man. He had payed for a blowjob, and got what he wanted as he nutted in my mouth. He threw the money on me in a degrading manner, as he left. I couldn't believe I earned my firs bucks his way. A few clients came during the day, but the real party began during the evening. Men after came and fucked me, as the word spread that a new white bitch was up for fucking in the brothel. I just complied. I didn't know what was happening then but I just waned more and more. I was even put as a gloryhole bitch, giving men after men sloppy seconds.

A week passed like this, and countless men fucked me during this while. I became quite the talk of the area, with Aman boasting me off everywhere he went. He would fuck me almost every other night. And no surprise, I told Anish that I wanna take a break from him. I didn't give him any clarifications (which I feel bad for). Those fuckers controlled me even more. It was like a brain controller, where the pleasure had taken upper hand over my senses.

That's it for part 1. Whether I stay after a week in that wrenched brothel. Do I? Or do I get hold of myself and bring my life back together?