By Roshni Varsha

In the narrow and dangerous back alleys of Bangalore, if you know where to look, you can find dirty little hovels that serve as whore houses in urban India. Most of the girls have been sold to the houses by their impoverished families and will serve one pimp or madam for their entire lives. These whores cannot possibly afford to lose their jobs and so are willing to do things that most western hookers wouldn’t even consider, which makes them a prime destination for western clients.

Clients like the quintet of drunken Texans that now found themselves traversing the tight passageways, attempting to make their way to the doorway of their favorite whore house. 

The executives of Calmar Technical Services in Austin made this “business” trip at least once a year, and for all five of them it was the one thing they looked forward to the most. More then Christmas and even more then year end bonuses. There was nothing finer then sinking your cock into some sweet Hindu pussy.

Rapping on the door Tex looked behind him, making sure that the whole gang had managed to stumble their way down the alley. Taking a quick head count and finding that everyone was there, he smiled wider and waited for the door to open, something that didn’t take long at all. Recognized immediately, the five men were swiftly ushered in off the street and swept into the largest of the private rooms here at Madame Meena’s.

It was large by the standards of this establishment, but by American standards it was rather small, cramped almost once all five men had settled themselves upon the many satin cushions that had been strewn around the floor. Silken tapestries hung from the walls in a pathetic attempt to disguise the poverty of the place, and a single bare bulb affixed to the ceiling in the middle of the room illuminated it.

Within minutes the men were all lounging about on the cushions, each looking at the door impatiently, waiting for the usual stream of girls for them to chose from. Instead they were eventually rewarded with Meena’s personal appearance, a look of contrition upon her face. Through her thick Hindi accent she apologized profusely and explained that most of her girls were sick, too sick to serve the “gentlemen”.

As all five men started to protest angrily she raised a calm hand, “I’ve a treat you though, and“ she assured them in her heavily accented English, very much wanting to keep these American’s happy. After all, their annual trips earned her more in a weekend then she usually made in a month, “a new girl, only her second night. You break in.”

Looking from the older Indian woman to one another, the five men eventually shrugged and agreed. After all, sharing one girl was better then having to just beat off in the hotel room, and breaking in some fresh meat was sure to be fun as well. Meena, pleased with their ready agreement scurried from the room only to reappear a moment later with a pretty girl in tow.

“Anala,” she announced, introducing the whore, “mean ‘fiery’ in English.” With that perfunctory introduction Meena disappeared back out of the room, drawing a curtain closed over the door on her way out.

Anala was beautiful. She couldn’t have been more then nineteen years old and being fresh to the business hadn’t had time to age prematurely. Her golden skin was softly looking, smooth and blemish free. Her big brown eyes were still almost innocent, her full lips soft and utterly kissable. She stepped into the room nervously, the embellishments on her Sari jingling as she moved. Looking at the five white men before her, she nodded to each in turn.

Though they really all sort of looked alike to her, each seemed to have one or two things that set him apart. There was the blonde wiry guy with glasses who nodded at her and said ‘Whitney’ as though that was his name, then the big tanned guy with brown hair who was the loudest and seemed to answer to ‘Tex’. Next was the soft spoken man with grey hair, then the one who didn’t look like he was much older then she was with his flame red hair and face sprinkled with freckles. Lastly was another older man, though his hair wasn’t grey yet he did have a bit of a belly that stuck out over his belt, she thought she heard someone call him Fred.

Uncertain of what exactly to do, this only being her second night as a whore, Anala wrung her hands and stood there, in the middle of the room, waiting for some sort of a signal. It came in the form of Tex barking at her, his heavy drawl slurred somewhat by the alcohol he’d consumed, “Take yer clothes off whore, we want to see what we’re payin fer!”

Lifting her chin and tossing her hair defiantly Anala felt a sharp retort die upon her lips as she realized that what he said was true, this was her life now, the life of a whore. Her cheeks flushed with anger and she deliberately took her time stripping. Moving with exaggerated slowness and pointedly looking at every man in the room except the rude one called Tex.

In time she stood before them naked, her sari discarded on the floor, her long brown hair unbound and cascading down around her shoulders. One of the men, the grey haired one who seemed to be called Grady was already massaging his hard on through his dress pants, so it was to him that she turned her attention. Trying to sound nonchalant, she licked her lips and plastered a fake smile on her lips, “Need some help with that?”

Rather then replying verbally Grady merely unzipped, letting his trousers and underwear slide down to his ankles, he gripped the base of his white cock, and never breaking eye contact with the gorgeous Indian girl before him, waved his member suggestively. Anala crossed the room in two swift steps, wrapping her fingers around the business man’s shaft and stroking it slowly while his friends watched with quickly growing lumps in their own pants.

Grady groaned as her long fingers curled around him and began to slide over his length, massaging him skillfully. Looking down into her innocent face though, he decided that he wanted more. Reaching behind the girl he gathered all her hair into his hand and pulled her face toward his crotch. “Suck it.”

Anala resisted the gentle pressure of this older man’s hand upon the back of her head, his other hand steering her with her hair. She’d heard of this before of course, but she’d never actually done it. The customer last night had been her first and all he’d wanted was to grunt atop her while he fucked her pussy, this was something completely new to her. The man was insistent however and she knew she’d have to give in eventually, this was her lot in life now, to service men like these American’s, so she released her grip on his cock with her hand, and opened her mouth wide.

Grady groaned again as he slid into her hot wet mouth, and looking over her shoulder felt his hard on grow as he watched Whitney move up behind the whore, his long uncut cock in his hand.

“Oh yeah Whitney, you gotta get yourself some of this.” He groaned, still using Anala’s hair as a handle to push her mouth back and forth along his pecker.

“Oh I intend to, I intend to.” Whitney replied, sliding his hands over Anala’s tight little body from behind.

Anala jumped in shock. She’d never assumed that the men would want to use her at the same time, she’d just figured that she would take them on one at a time, but as she felt the touch of another man, the one with the glasses she figured from the way this grey haired one was talking, upon her she knew different. Sucking hard on Grady’s cock she slid back and forth along the length of him, her mind completely focused on wondering what Whitney was up to behind her. She could feel the heat from his naked body pressed against her back, as she knelt in front of his friend. He was reaching around to cup her breasts, kneading them and squeezing far harder then was comfortable. She could feel his prick, hard and throbbing as it pressed up against her bottom. She tried to shake her head, to plea with them and ask that they wait their turns, one at a time she wanted to say, but the big fat cock shoved in her mouth made it impossible.

She could feel Whitney’s fingers probing at her pussy, spreading her lips, dipping experimentally into her hole. “Damn, this one is tight for a whore” he announced to his buddies, just before grabbing her hips and forcing her into a new, more accessible position. On her knees with one cock inside her mouth, fucking her face with a steady pace, Anala now found herself with another man’s hands upon her hips, holding her into position while the head of his cock probed her tight slit.

With one mighty stroke he filled her, stretching her fresh slit and making her cry out into the cock of the other man with pain as her body struggled to adjust to the feeling of fullness as it was suddenly impaled with ten inches of Texas meat.

“Damn,” Grady chuckled, still thrusting into her mouth, “I think she liked that Whit.”

“Good,” said Tex from his spot in the back of the room, “cause there’s more where that come from.” 

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