Gopal 's Aarti

[ Note : This is a spoof of rotation 2020 by Chetan Bhagat. For those unfamiliar,
a small abstract is given ]

Synopsis : Gopal is the also-ran turned rich people guy who is in love with Aarti, the beloved
of his Quaker turned foe Raghav. However, as Gopal rises and Raghav bites
the dust for his extremist musical theme, Aarti veers round to Gopal. However, Gopal gets a
sudden change of middle, deciding Raghav deserves Aarti, and so invite two
bawd to his natal day, knowing Aarti would add up and so get dismayed. In the
genuine story, the ploy Succeeds. But bhagat never makes for good erotica does
he ? ... ..
Written in first person position, as Gopal ... ..

I lay in bed with the two miss on either English. My fondness was pounding, as I heard
Aarti enter the living room and oral sex for the stair. The fille, forgetful to my
fears and promise, did what they were paid for. One, the short and scrawny one,
began nibbling my neck, the former massaging my seawall. Inspite of my fear, the
feeling was nice, much better than with just one girl.

My aid shifted to the doorway, which was beginning to open. The girls noticed
it too, and looked up. Aarti stood there, holding a menu and a present. It seemed
like slow up movement, as her aspect changes from grin to surprise to shock to
disgust. `` Oh my God ! '' She cried.

'' Why did you parliamentary procedure a third call girl ? `` asked the marvelous one, mistaking my lover for
a whore.

For a consequence sentence stood still, the little girl and me staring at the shadow, she
staring at me in utter disbelief. My stomach began to churn, I 'd never expected it
to be this long and abominable. She should hold run, or shouted, or slapped me.
Anything but this frigid scene.

Strangely, neither of us broke the spell, the skinny girl did. `` Why do n't you join
in ? We are wasting time here. Or are you his girl ? `` she smirked as she
saw my frozen expression.

I felt devastated. What would I say now ? What was I supposed to do ?
Steangely again, Aarti actually came in. I noticed that she looked awesome, in a
ovalbumin salwar kameez with floral blueprint and a blue kameez with dupatta to
match. Her face looked so lovely, as the impact began to endure off.

Then she did the unthinkable. She climbed onto the bed, right on top. The weight
made it real, or I 'd thought I 'd dreamed off, or fainted. Aarti s perfume now
invaded my nose, and I forgot that there were two woman of the street, that she was
supposed to be shocked, that we were ... ..

Her side filled my view, and her hair touched me gently before her lips engulfed
me. I was in one-seventh heaven, as my fan lay on me, our rim locked in a
passionate kiss, our bodies wrapped the way I 'd always wanted them to be. The
kiss went on, thirster than either of us could imagine. Again, it was the raring
skinny whore.

She grabbed my devotee by her luxuriant haircloth, and pulled us apart. `` Do n't forget us.
You 've paid high, get your value for money ``

Before I could say anything, Aarti spoke up `` You ordered fancy woman on your
natal day ? ``

'' N..no, they are a talent. From the MLA. it 's what plentiful citizenry do '' I stammered.

'' fountainhead, I 'm fertile and I never ordered woman of the street '' her whole tone, strangely, was not hostile.

'' Err ... .welll .... ''

'' Never mind. I came to shit this Gopals effective birthday ever. Since you have
already begun the party, let me bring together in '' she giggled.

'' Sure ... '' did I say that ? Did I really ? U could n't think straight. Especially when
she took my hand, still around the two whores, and placed them firmly on her
twin mammaries. The vision of it almost made me cum. My brown hands on her
white chest, cupping her melons at her own pressure. My male instinct
kicked in, I began squeezing them. They felt soft in my hired hand, the flesh yielding
to pressure as her libidinous hands caressed my chest. I increased my pressure,
mashing the poke together as my fingers bit into her meat. She moaned, her
red mouth parting in a sexy smile.

The whores I guess concluded that they would be left out unless they joined in
with Aarti.
As aarti knelt on my torso, the tall whore got behind her, and began unzipping
her salwar. A minute later, her salwar was held to her only by my tit-grasp. I let
go, and aarti took it off. She had on a sexy lacing bra, which complemented her
bust well. So I let it appease, pulling out the mammaries from the cupful. I now sat
up, taking a tit in my mouth as aarti held me to her chest, like a baby. Which
would now be mine, not raghav s.

The nipples tasted delicious, and I wondered what her Milk River would try out like.
Benares had cattle aplenty, but mine would definitely sacrifice the best produce. But
now they were dry, her mamilla empty and useless. I made the sound of it, chewing
her soft nips till I drew some blood. But aarti endured it, the boob firmly in my
oral fissure.

But it was fourth dimension to move on. Aarti had somehow got rid of her kammez and panty,
anticipating a piece of ass. However, I wanted a taste first. Pushing her onto the bed, I
climbed on top, positioning my boldness to her snatch.

Like all Indian daughter, her verboten mouth were a dark shade of Brown. I gently parted
them to reveal redish pink inners, with a slump at the centre which I knew
led to her womb. I began licking the area, already wet with juice. It tasted tangy,
the surface a bit like the interior of her well explored mouth. I began lapping at
her, occassionally pushing my tongue into her baby channel. I could distinguish she was
getting hot, the succus now flowing into my mouth. Her button became engorged,
and her moaning intense. She buried my face in it, and I kept up the lacing
ascmy anterior naris were overwhelmed by the odor of aarti.

Suddenly, her groin pushed into my face, her juices erupted in a volcano of love,
she came. I devoured her juices, enjoying her orgasm as lots as she did. I 'd
made aarti cum, and how. Now for my pleasure. I changed posture, pushing her
back on top, and motioned the whores to hold her down while one of them
massaged my cock. I could see that aarti hated the skinny whore fondling my
cock, but I was beyond caring. I wanted her bitch, and I was going to get it.

My turncock was soon raring to go, and I parted her legs enough to proceed in between.
She was already glossy with cum from her survive orgasm. I positioned my spear at
the end of her muddle and slowly began pushing in. The sight of my dick, which
was big by Indian banner, disappearing into her muddle, sent a quiver through me,
almost making me cum. Soon I was deep Inside her, my balls touching her ass,
as our soundbox joined in fleshly union. It felt affectionate and easygoing, her walls holding me
firmly as her eyes showed her need to be fucked heavily. I ordered the skinny
working girl to suck her knocker and buss her, while the other was between my peg,
licking my ass and balls. I was ready to fuck.

showtime gently, I soon picked up velocity. Aarti was rocking her hips against
mine, desperate to learn in as lots as she could. The harlot was kissing her
deeply now, their tongues entwining in lesbian love as my gumshoe sawed in and out
of me. I'd never thought that Aarti and me would involve others in our
lovemaking, but as I saw Aarti reserve the bawd tightly squeezing her breasts as
she kissed, I wasn't repenting. Meanwhile, the other whore was sucking on my
sacks, gently pulling them down as they bounced against Aarti's ass. The
combined upshot of licking piece of ass and seeing aarti's loving made me approach
climax. But I had no intention of making her pregnant. Atleast not now. I pulled
out, and climbed towards her human face. She looked unhappy at being pulled out of,
so I got the working girl to bat her to climax. Pushing the other lady of pleasure aside, I aimed
directly for her face, and came. The cum shot out like a shower, spraying her
sweet face with jizz. Some landed on her rim and she promptly licked them up.
Some landed on her luscious fuzz, on her forehead, on her mascara-ed cheeks,
and some directly below me, onto her titmouse. The whore cleverly spread it out, till
she had a prissy cum coating on her whole trunk and side, making her glisten like
a doll. But she didn't seem to care, as she was brought to climax a instant after
me. The sight of her rocking and moaning under me was amazing, her teat
bouncing as she moved up and down on the bed. I reached out and pulled a
tit, making her yelp in the midriff of her sexual climax. Encouraged, I began pulling
both nipple alternatively, making her advance from the bed by her mammilla. I'd never
thought I'd hurt her, but the way her bags stretched as she began to scream in
pain in the neck was just too unspoiled to stop.

I moved down a little, asking the whores to keep up the infliction. And they outdid
themselves, pulling aarti literally up by her boob, making them red. I could only
imagine the shock and agony the poor girl was going through after a satisfying
cum, but I wanted it to cover, for the sake of seeing her meat stretch and her
cum glossed face contort in agony. She soon started begging to be let off, and I
complied. For whatever her mamilla may be worth, I still loved her, and the gentler
part of me couldn't see her in torment for long. But pity was a passing feeling. I
looked at her red meat, at her poor face asking me to end the fuck seance, at
the two cocotte now playing with her funbags, and I had an idea.

I asked if either had a dildo. Skinny as common answered as usual."Sure. Most
clients who order two whores want some lesbian action mechanism. We have a coffin nail stopple
too."I asked them to play them. Soon a red dildo and a white buttocks plug
appeared. I asked them to insert the dildo into aarti's vagina. They did so, and
aarti, for all her interest in ending the shag, began fucking herself with it. What a
slut, I thought. I now moved towards her, and she parted her legs in expectancy
of another fuck. Instead, I turned her over. Her cute bubble ass was usable as
I took some lube from the helpful whores and smeared it over the ass crack.

Aarti must have senesed the cold, and asked"gopal, what are you doing ? The
fuck hole is lower darling."she had as yet no melodic theme where the concerned roll in the hay
pickle was. She got some theme as I began running a digit up and down her ass
crack. I finally decided to move in, when the hole looked respectably lubed from
the exterior. Taking more lubricate, I began to promote a fingerbreadth into her ass. Aarti
instantly began to protest, the average benares girl having minuscule idea on ass
fuck. Tlll spousal relationship that is. I was having a lot of problem inserting even one
finger, but kept at it. After the barbarous tit pull, aarti had learnt to stay on quiet I
dead reckoning. Her protestation were less vocal, as I pushed one finger cryptic enough for my
knuckle to hit her crack. I pulled out, eliciting a scream and a sigh. Soon though,
two fingers began the same journeying, and this time she actually began to shout.
The journey took surprisingly less time, and I soon had a third finger's breadth going in.
when a twenty-five percent also succeded inspite of aarti's now hoarse screaming, I decided to
go in for the real deal. Taking the fingers out, I began to aim my cock at the
entrance.

Aarti realized what was happening, but resigned herself to her ass assault. The
ass, for all my work, was still quite smashed, as I remarked struggling to
accommodate my gumshoe."Gopal, what are you doing ? I'm
being….aahhhh….ripped apart. How can you do this to me ? I love yo…..ah……."
section of me again wanted to excuse and stop, the other part was too far gone to
annoyance. I just kept pushing in, my childhood crush turned lover being spread by
my pike against her wishes. Finally, I was in trench enough to get a tone of her ass
walls wrapping me in an embracing as tight as she would give when I returned
from kota. The comparison felt good.

I now began to labour in and out, taking double the fourth dimension each round as she was
still quite dry and couldn't possibly lube herself even if she wanted to. With each
thrust, I went deeper into her once virgin ass, and got commensurate screams of
pain, pleas and protest. Like I cared any thirster. She had ditched me for my
friend, she deserved all that was coming to her, and more. Aarti was crying by
now, her sobs rocking her body in melodic line with my thrust. I just enjoyed the ride,
wishing I could appear deeply into her optic and tell her how often hurting a single net
chat had caused me, how it had ruined my fortune in the entrance
test, stopped me from becoming a Raghav. The anger only led to more and
more brutal stroke, and I dimly noted that my cock was now coated with red
guck, likely her blood.

I kept thrusting, my anger keeping me going even when my body felt run down. But
eventually I approached sexual climax. I reached out and grabbed her hair, making her
raise her head to await at me invertedly. Her somewhat face had blood of mascara
flavored rent running down her boldness. Her eyes were red, tears brimming from
them and flowing down to her quivering sassing. She looked more sexy than I'd
ever thought she'd be. I came.

I'd already cum twice, so this was a more tepid affair, nevertheless, she broke
into fresh shortness of breath as she felt her gut fill with man seed and I began my journey
out. My cock had a fatheaded finishing of pedigree and gunk, and I decided at that flash
to get it cleaned. Asking one of the now idle whore to push the butt plug in, I
dragged aarti to her knee joint, and shoved my dirty stopcock into her fair face. The passel
of the beauty, the beauty I'd dreamed of loving so tenderly, so affectionately, for
my whole life, wrapped around my shaft like a flash sporting lady, made my dick hard.
Although I'd already cum twice, I guessed a blowjob was well worth it. Grabbing
her cum stained whisker, I began sawing in and out of her expression. She offered no
resistance, secretly relieved at having a more satisfactory golf hole being used. Her
red lips smeared lip rouge on my gumshoe, replacing the blood. It took me quite some
time to get, and aarti was made to nurse and suck hard, her hair being used to
control her capitulum and her mouth. It felt quick, and the feat of having taken all
three of her hole in a day, of which two were undoubtedly virgin, made me
proud. Finally, I came, pressing her face deep into my dick, her easygoing long string
mixing with my coarse hawkshaw hair.

Instinctively, I kicked aarti off me, and she collapsed on the level, making the
goat hype move deeper. She lay there, panting and crying as I moved upto her.
Her eye had a look of betrayal, which I found rather wry. Taking my left
ft, I pressed it down on her brass, until it covered her eyes and poke. I took a
pic of her naked organic structure, with my metrical foot on her. It would serve as a well memento. I
stomped twice on her grimace, and then asked the whores to cleanse her up. I needed
a well deserved rest.

Later, they brought aarti down to the life way. Their prison term was almost over, so
I paid them for the dildos which I intended to proceed, and gave them up to the
ponce. Aarti and I were now alone. Although dressed normally, I saw that she
wasn't sitting comfortably. I asked her what happened.

"the girls….they left the dil…dildos in me. It hurts gopal….please…."

I guffawed, imagining the poor girl sitting stuffed in front, her conservativist attire
hiding her sexual plight.

"Please. Haven't you done enough damage already ? I can hardly sit, let alone
paseo. How could you ?"

I didn't infliction to answer. Instead I got up, and took the gifts she'd brought. She
snatched them back.

"Those were for the gopal I loved, the good gopal. You are a monster."she got
up to leave. I grabbed her by her shank, and pulled her Down. Ripping the thrifty
packagaing, I saw that one of them was a scrapbook she'd made by hand. It
contained every remembering we shared together, with every pic of us together
from the instant I ate her cake, to the day I proposed to her on the boat,
carefully stuck with the exact dates. job was, it had no moving picture of us during
the period when she was romancing raghav and I was slogging at Kotar. I decided
to remedy that.

fashioning aarti sit on my lap, I gave her a pen and took postponement of her knocker. The prostitute
had attached nipple clinch, which were easy to pull through her gabardine salwar.
Pulling them I said"write as I dictate bitch, or I'll pull your nips off"yell
agai, she complied. I followed up by making her indite how she had tortured me,
made me take to alcohol, ruined my dad's dream, turned me into a subvert
man, and made me and my beneficial supporter raghav enemy. She cried as she wrote,
but the twist of the clamps kept her shaking deal on paper. Finally, I got her to
write today's date on a page, and gave her the pic of me with my pes over her
naked body."NO ! anything but that"she cried. I pulled the clamp till her salwar
was obscenely stretched, her tits presumably being ripped apart. She took the
giue I'd given her, and stuck it. Below It she wrote,"requital for everything"I
let go of the clamps.

Pulling her by her hair's-breadth, I took her towards the room access."gopal, no. there are people
outside, don't abase me so."I simply ignored her, opening the door and
pulling her out. Just then, I saw her mobile ring. I asked her to take the call.

"Hi, It's Raghav. You haven't spoken in a while smasher. IS everything all
right ?"

I made her say she was allright. That she was planning to make up for past
misunderstanding by giving him a night of hot randy sex. She said so, trying her best to
prevent her voice level. Raghav bought it. I drove her to the building complex where he
stayed. Aarti got out, and I adjusted her butt hack so that it stuck out, obscure
to her. I saw her walkway upto raaghav, and kiss him. She tried to restrain aloofness,
but he gave her a tight hug. He was facing me, and I saw his expression change
as he felt the clamp against his thorax. Looking down, he saw her plug as well.
He pulled away. I saw him shout something, and aarti began murmuring
something. Raghav, that gentle Raghav, landed a firmly slap against her case, and
stomped into the coordination compound. The gateman stopped her from following, and she fell
to her genu crying at the gate. She didn't even protest when I pulled her up and
led her to my car. We drove back, she making an excuse of a nighttime shift key at the
ramada hotel. She broke down the moment she cut the call.

"You will ruin my life history won't you ? Not let me stimulate any happiness ? no….."I
slapped her punishing on her boldness, splitting her lip and shutting her up. Looking
straight into her eyes, I said,

"Aarti, you're mine. Now and forever……bitch ! ”