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Internet photographer humiliatesdeletedI am PRIYA and I am now 23 years old. This happened to me last year when I came across a photographer who told me that he could make me famous. Being naive at my age, I believed him. What I did not know was the type of photography that I would be subject to. I was 22 when this incident happened. My body is slim, with a big round ass about 36 inches, my breasts are also 36C cup, they are round and bounce when I run, and my waist is small at 26 inches. I am 5’5 inches tall and my hair is short to my ears because it is easier to wash. I know that Indian men like long hair, down to the waist and swaying with the bum while walking, but I never lacked attention and male company. I loved to wear tight t-shirts that fell into the shape of my breasts and I loved to wear g-string thongs and expose the string when I wear jeans. I guess you can say that I loved drawing attention to myself. When I am in my room alone, I also loved to leave the curtains wide open ( we live in a flat) and I would change very slowly, teasingly take off my bra and chaddi and wear my home clothes, before I go to sleep which would be see through and shorts because it is hot weather where I live. I also realized cameras were flicking whenever I did this. I may not be a supermodel, but as far as I was concerned, I was beautiful the way I am. I was not a virgin and had sex with a few different boys, but I always felt that something was missing. I managed to have orgasms and cum, but the dirty excitement that I saw in blue films when women were submissive was missing. I had a computer in my room and sometimes even went on such chat sites to act out my disgusting shameful fantasies that even I was afraid to admit out aloud.Anyway, I was walking in the shopping district one day when this man, about 30 years old, slight dadhi (beard) , taller than me, maybe 6ft, holding a big black bag came to talk to me when I was at the lingerie section to see if there are any new designs of bra and panty. I saw some red and bright color lace type. But this man comes to me with a white set of bra and panty and tells me ‘ yeh ache lage ga’. I looked at him and then he says, ‘ my name is Amit. Tu khoobsurat hai’. I thought, ‘ what gives this stupid man the right to tell me and show me what bra and panty looks good on me.’ Amit just kept standing there a said, ‘ you will look pure like sati, in this’. I never said anything. Just took it from his hand and walked away. I looked at the size and I was surprised. The Sala got my size correct. I tried to pay for it, but he followed me behind the cashier counter and paid for it. In my head I was excited that this older man was interested in me, and at the same time, I could play like a tease and make him work to get it. I tried to take the bag with the bra and panty after his paid for it but the cashier lady gave him the bag. I said ‘ hawe, give it to me’. And he said’ no, you must have coffee with me’. Then I said, ‘ what makes you think I cannot buy my own underwear?’. He laughs at me and says, ‘ areh, if you have coffee with me. I am a photographer. I see you naked and putting on a show for me everyday, while I take photos with my camera. Today, I followed you when you went out. All your underwear and panty are so bright and like Randi, I think white will be good for you. Your face is like angel and small ladki and you wear your panty like a Randi’. My face had an expression of shock. On one hand I was flattered that this man was stalking my moves and enjoying my exhibitionist shows, but on the other hand, was a bit afraid of what this man was capable of. I decided to go for coffee.During coffee, Amit explained to me that he travels around a lot for photographing jobs and came home because his ma got admitted to hospital and was there to spend some samay wit her. He caught hold of my masturbation one day and said his lund became hard. Since no man had ever had the guts to talk to me like this before without getting some type of violent reaction from me, my instincts told me I was going towards some excitement. He bought me a frapucchino and told me that he also runs his own business, an internet site, an agency type business. I had no idea until later that he ran an internet porn site that paid to get access to Indian women in slutty poses and having sex and many other fetishes and he carried out most of the photography by finding women on the streets, making friends with them, gaining their trust and taking nangha photos, which I later ended up doing. After coffee, Amit said,’ since we are neighbors, come see my house and we can have a few drinks there.’ I had nothing planned because it was college holiday and because I was also bored. Amit said to me’ I am a photographer. I can make you a model. Your ek dam mast ladki.’ Being vain and also wanting a professional to take photos, I said okay. I asked him if I should go home and change into some sexier clothes and he looked at me, saw my long black skirt, under which I wore bright pink panties and I wore a mis-match black strapless bra because I was a tube top that showed off my shoulders, and also pressed tight against my 36c breasts. He said that he has plenty of sexy clothes at his house because models come there for him all the time.Because such things are out of the ordinary, my curiosity was rising. I went to his house and he had a big wall with light color and a big camera stand and on the other side, he had clothes, Indian clothes, saris, salwars, lingerie, all on racks. He went to the cupboard, took out a bottle of vodka, and gave me a glass with double shot, which I drank up. He also had some. Amit said, ‘ this will relax you.’ The vodka made my throat and body burn up which was good because the air-conditioning in his flat was so cold that my nipples were shrinking and hard under my tight tube top. After a few more drinks, karşıyaka escort I was feeling very confident and went to stand at the blank wall, while Amit went to the camera. At first, all I did was stand and smile. Amit said to me, ‘ you are so beautiful. Sexy pose karna’. So I lifted my skirt a bit to show my thigh, pulled up my tube top to show my flat stomach and posed. But every time he showed me how to do a pose, he would touch my mammay, accidentally, or put his hand on my back and move it to my round full buttocks and every time he touched me, my pussy would start to become wet. After we took a few more photos, I drank some more daru. Then slowly Amit suggested, ‘ arey, we got those new bra and panty for you today. You peherna’. I said, ‘ are you stupid? In front of you and show you?’ he said, ‘ areh, what attitude. All models wear such chaddi in photos to make money. I will pay you of course, when your photo ends up in magazines’. By the idea of making some extra money, as well as having some sexy photos to remind me of my youth when I am old, maybe the mix of all the sharab I drank was making me feel bold. So I asked him where the bathroom was to go change.Amit said: ‘ just change here na. I have seen plenty of models. You must trust me.’ Somehow, I was tempted but I insisted on going to the bathroom to change so he showed me where it was. Once I went in, I took off all my clothes and put the tight white bra on, where half my mammays can be seen and my nipples right through the white material. I am thinking to myself, ‘ chee, why wear bra when everything can be seen through this’. I put on the chaddi, that also exposed half my ass and remembered that I had not shaved my pussy in one week so there was hair there, and was afraid that it could be seen through the chaddi. I was right. I felt a bit shy so I took a towel, wrapped it around my waist, still exposing my breasts in the bra and went back outside. When I went to the living room where Amit was, I found that he was in black boxer shots. So I asked Amit, ‘ eh what is this, why are u half nangha?’ Amit told me that every time he asked a model to model in such lingerie, if he undresses as well, they felt more comfortable.’ I accepted his reasoning and said okay. Then he asked me, ‘ ah tuwal nikar’ (take the towel of). I said, I can’t because of personal reasons. Amit said, ‘ is it your period?’ I said, ‘ nah. It’s my bur. I have no shaved.’ Amit calms me by saying, ‘ nanisi baat hai. Don’t worry, I have shaving blade but first we take a few shots’. I dropped the towel and went back in front of the camera. He kept saying, ‘ mast, so beautiful.’ I also noticed that his cock was slowly rising. His body had some chest hair that got deeper and thicker as it went down his belly button and was now creating a shape in his boxers, telling me that his lund wanted some action. I thought, ‘ hah. He will just have to tolerate that he cannot have me.’Amit then brought out some handcuffs and said, ‘ come let’s take some artistic shots’. I asked, why with handcuffs? He said, ‘ it’s in fashion right now.’ I think I was so bored and desperate to be famous, I said okay. He put the handcuffs on behind my hand and a shooting feeling went up and down my body. It made my panties wet and it was good he could not see because I was standing up. He put a chair in the middle of the area where the photos are taken and told me to sit on the chair. I obediently sat on the chair and put one leg over the other to avoid my pussy hairs being exposed, but the white chaddi did not leave much to imagination. Amit said, ‘ eh Randi, pag sathey nai rakh (don’t keep your legs together). I was shocked. What did he just call me? A Randi? I felt like slapping his face but I remembered that I was handcuffed. Slowly I realized that this was his plan. I fell into his besharam trap. Tears had started to fill my eyes, and Amit shouted, ‘ slut, you listen to me. Don’t waste any of my film anymore. If you cry, I will do more than just handcuff you. I will get my dog to fuck you’. It was an empty threat because he had no dog. But I decided for my safety I will do what he wants. Thousands of women get sold into prostitution in the world, and here I am stupidly falling into the arms of a man who I thought had charm. In my c***dish mind I thought I could seduce a fool an older man by playing hard to get but I was the fool to underestimate the power of his persuasion. My face showed expressions of being stoned, and tears were still in my eyes, but the wetness between my legs would not go away.I was still sitting on the chair in my chaddi and bra, with my hands cuffed behind me and now Amit was behind the camera still, with a big hard lund hiding in his chaddi. It looked as if it was stuffy in the small chaddy that he wore and was looking for a way to get out and enter my choot. Amit said, ‘ eh sali kutti, sit on the chair like you are going to do toilet.’ I said I could not because I could not balance just my feet to squat. He came over, took a jaaru (broom) and smacked me with it on my buttocks. He said, ‘ you better listen and agree with everything I say. Otherwise, as I am already going to put these pictures on the internet, I will leave your address with it so all the gundas will come find you. I quickly said sorry. And looked down. While squatting. Then he told me , you will call me master. Every time you speak, you must say I am your master and you are my dirty slave. I want to hear you say it now.’ I whispered softly, ‘ you are my master and I am your dirty slave.’ He brought his mouth closer to me a spit on my face and said, ‘ Randi, moti baat karti hai lakin , awaaj kaha chela gaya? ( you talk so big, but where did your voice go now?’ I repeated myself a bit louder, ‘ I am a dirty shit slave and you are a great master’. Amit seemed impressed. Amit said, escort karşıyaka ‘ good you are making your own improvements. Good . Shabas Randi.’I was pleased that I could make him happy. It is perverted that I enjoy such humiliation, but once in a life time, some unlucky people had to be subject to it. Then Amit ordered me to do the most disgusting thing. ‘ since kutti you are squatting, pisab kar’. I said, ‘ what! No way!’. And tried to get off the chair, but he warned me.’ don’t u remember what I told you I would do if you disobeyed my orders.’ I was getting hot and garam when he behaved like a forceful besharam type of man. I closed my eyes while squatting, and managed to produce a few drops first, but Amit said, ‘ eh harami, kya photo mein nahi dehkne wale’. I said I was nervous. He brought some beer to my face and made me drink it and said, now let’s see how you control it. After drinking one can of beer so quickly, not only my bladder wanted to explode, my mouth also wanted to. Amit pressed on my stomach and I could not contain my pee. The yellow liquid stained right through my panties, drenched my choot baal, and Amit stood under the chair, drinking up whatever remainder pisab was falling to the floor. All this time, the camera was clicking and taking automatic pictures. Kya halat did I end up in.Amit stood up and told me, ‘ haa kutti, well done. See your panty. See why white panties are so sexy. U can see your pisab and the yellow stain between your legs.’ He ordered me to get off the chair and walked me to the toilet. Since my hands were cuffed, he pulled down my chaddi and made me take my legs out. He smelt it and then threw it aside. But before that, he showed to me, ‘ teri mehli choot. Saaf kar’. I said, ‘ master I cannot. My hands are tied.’ Amit laughed at me and said, ‘ eh Randi, fikir mat kar.’ he took razors, put the toilet seat down and made me sit on it and spread my legs. My heart beat was rising, my pussy was throbbing, and my mind never felt this much shame as it has before this. He took the razors and said, ‘ now to get rid of this tiny bush. Show me your armpits. Do you have hair there?’ I shook my head and said no, ‘ master I shaved today morning.’ Amit bent down towards my choot, with my legs spread apart and smelt my chooot and said, ‘ khaas type ki randi hai. Your choot smells so sweet.’ on hearing this, I know my pussy was creating juices again. He started using soap and shaved extra hair on my pussy, leaving just one tiny patch of hair. He washed off the soap and then pushed one finger into my cunt. And I let out a moan of some form of satisfaction that my cunt’s itch was partially being attended to. He kept pushing his finger in and out of my choot and I found myself saying, ‘ aur mujde do. please.’ upon saying that, he stopped pleasuring me. He pushed me back into the living room where the cameras were. And as much as I could struggle. I had no will power left. He said, ‘ randi, the idea is to torture you so much that you will submit yourself to me’. I said, ‘yes master. I want to be submitted to you.’Amit told me to use my mouth to pull down his chaddi and because my hands were tied. I had to use my teeth to bite the rubber holding the boxer chaddi up down, but each time I bite Amit, he would pull my nipple hard. I must admit that since it excited me, I bit him intentionally. Until he realized what was going on and slapped me. I managed to pull down his boxers to his ankles and his big monster tool sprang into my face. My choot was begging for this 8inch tool, dark long and thick, with a red hot cock head. Amit spit on my face. Amit said, ‘ randi, I have seen many like you before. And my lauda never disappoints, but u has to work for this cock bitch.’ I wanted to cry. I wanted to go back to time and be thankful for all the men that respected me and made slow love. But fact is, sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for. Amit opened my mouth and put his lund in my mouth. He did not even wait to try to fit maybe one inch of his lund in my mouth, he went for the whole 8inches till tears came to my eyes, and I could feel his lauda at the back of my throat and I could not even escape because he held my head towards his body. Finally I used my leg and kicked him. After which , he brought a camera focused it on my choot and took a snap. He took a snap of his cock in my mouth as well. Then he took the handcuffs off and put them in front of me instead. Amit ordered me, ‘ randi, tumhari choot ko touch karo’. I was scared. I asked him, ‘how master?’ . He kicked me and said, I know you are expert, don’t pretend.’ he pushed me to his laptop and showed me his website that had all types of women doing all type of disgusting acts. I was on the website. The bastard sheytan had put me on the website. There was me. In video form and pictures. I cried and I cried. My nadaani has caused so many problems. What if my father saw ?Then Amit pulled my face close to my mouth and put his tongue inside my mouth. Very roughly. Then he pushed me straight on the fee floor and pulled off my bra. Now I was nanghi and my breasts and nipples were showing goose bumps and were erect from the cold room. He stared at my pussy and said, ‘ randi, hawe tumhari choot saaf dekhati hai. Muhje gaand bata’. So he turned me to doggy style and spread my round chaudi ghand and put a finger into my gaand hole. And I screamed, ‘ abhey benchot, aste thi’. And as I said this, he got angry and put his lauda straight into my gand…and I could feel blood. And Amit said, ‘ leh sali, aysa tumne pasand a ye gah’. I said, no , please no and screamed and he paid no attention. One hand pulling my baal, and another hand pulling my mammay. Harder, rougher, deeper and without any mercy, his 8inch tool was breaking my gaand into 2 pieces. He was like a monster or a shaytan. Amit kept saying, ‘ eh karşıyaka escort bayan randi, say I’m your master. Bol tu’. How to speak when your are in so much pain and your hands are tied and your body is paining from all the beating? But I manage to say, ‘ haan master, maja ah raha hai, muhje or chahiye. Mein tumhari randi hu, randi jaise istemal karo’. He got more excited when he heard this and Amit said, ‘ tum bohot jaldi train ho jati hai. Tum nkhre na karti to tumne bhi maza aata, leikin, tumne maza aata to muhje ko tumn e dard dena parta hai,’. He continued fucking my gand, andar , bahar, jorse or meri dam nikal gayi. I wanted to just collapse and every time meri aankh band huyi to Amit muhje ek thappar di. Now he took his khada lauda out of my ghand and brought it to my mu. The bastard said, ‘ leh isi ko phir choos’. I had no choice but to obey and put his dirty lund into my mouth even though it smelled from being in my ghand and there was blood on it. Amit pressed his loda into my mouth and said, ‘ saaf kar sali, tumhare chooot mein daal ne ka hain’. So I managed not to vomit and tolerate his cock in my mouth again.Then his steel lauda went straight for my choot and pushed his cock into my boor. My first reaction was to moan, because my chooot was pyaasi for a lund and so wet and juicy from waiting so long. Amit was now facing me and I was lying on the floor with my back on the floor and Amit on top of me, crushing my mammey and using a jaaru to keep beating me. Kaisa humiliation. But amit was quick to tell me, ‘ sali randi, tumto bheeny ho. Aisa chodo to tumko mast lag raha hai’. I replied, ‘ yes master ji, aasey fuck karna muhje pasand hai. Muhje or do , jor se do.’ and lying on top of me, amit kept slapping me while entering my choot, harder and stronger, with more energy that the previous time. I could not understand why my body was reacting positively to such torture but since I was in this situation, I had to make the best out of it. There was no question of amit being slow and gentle. He ordered to say whenever he slowed down, ‘ master, or jorse. Yay randi ko tumhari lauda do’ this andar or bahar, daat m se, or mera choot bhi faat jarahi hai,. Soon I know that I was going to cum, so I kept using reverse psychology on him and said, ‘ kya , is this all you can do master ? Bohot bari baat karta hai’. Because this made him angry and he went harder still, till my legs start shaking and more juice fell out of my pussy. He realized I used him for my pleasure and said, ‘ saali , mujhe olloo banati hai, leh ek thappar.’Amit got out of my choot, walked to get a rope and tied it around my neck and went back to my choot. He tied it like a dog’s leash so he used the long part of the rope left to pull me. He said, ‘ bol, tu kuttiya hai’. I said, ‘ haan ji, master, I am your kutti, muhje bitch tera istemaal karo.’ this pulling off the rope on my throat and his hard non stop of monster type of fucking continued for I think 10 more minutes, but who knows what is the time in such situation. If I could not contain my cum for a long time and this is my first such experience, amit must be very experienced to keep going for so long. As soon as I thought that, I felt him push one more hard thrust into my bur and relax. He kept squeezing more maal into my choot and I could feel him inside moving and shaking remainder cum in there. He slapped my ass, got out of me and brought the lund to my mouth, ‘ saali, randi, kutti, tum jaanti hai kya karna’. I said, ‘ yes master’ and took the cock into my mouth to clean it again. He went back to my choot, pulled out some sperm and put it in my mouth. ‘ kaisa taste hai? I told him, master bilkul randi ka taste’. He was happy and patted my head like I was a dog.Then I tried to stand up and he pushed me down and said, ‘ I got a leash around you. Kutti jaise chaal, kya be pag per ubhi thai, randi,’. So he made me walk on all my 4 legs. To the toilet, where he picked up my soiled white panty and bra and made me put it back on. ‘ yay , pehr kutti or ghar ja’. I had to put the pisab stained panty on and my bra and the clothes that I wore when I came to Amit’s house. I tried to look in the mirror and amit says, ‘ ahh jo tumhari shakal aina mein, bilkul ,churel. Kaisi lagi? Abh tum meri rakhel ho. Mein jab chahu, tumne aane parega.’ I thought, ‘ as long as I can cum the way I did today, I would. And the extra humiliation I will get used to over time.’ there was no bruises on my face except for my neck where he tied the rope and my body and my thighs where brutalized by this scoundrel gundo. When I tried to walk, my body was paining and I looked at the time, my father would be home from work soon so I had to get out of here. At home I will wear long sleeve. He won be able to tell that I was fucked such a way. Amit said, ‘ oi churel, jaldi, mera ghar se nikaeri ja. Tumhara photo mein net par hoga or tumko commission milega jab, koi admi ko tumhara choot pasand aa ya or tum ki saath chodna hai to. Aaj ka paisaa, le 5000rs or yaha se ja’. I said, ‘ haan master, I’m going.’ I walked very slowly because my choot was paining and my ghand was hurting and I looked at the money in my hands. 5000 rs for one day’s work and all that humiliation made me choot bheeny again. Such are the ways of life.After I went home, my father was home already and for some reason he could not face me. His pants showed me that his lund was rock hard. Maybe he was in the mood. What could I do. I went to my room and closed the door.. But my pitaji walked in and threw some photos on my bed. ‘ eh ladki, yay sab kya hai?’ I looked at the photos and they were ones from me masturbating in my room, without my clothes and my hands in my choot and one of them had a carrot in my choot as well. ‘ basharm, is this how I raised you?’ I looked down and said sorry papa. But little did I know what was next. In the next part of my story, I will discuss how my father Jabarjasthithi came to put his lund in my choot because he found my nanghey pictures on the internet that he is a member of the internet website, how his lund became khada on seeing my neechi pictures also and how Amit is my father’s dost and told him about me

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