Became My Ex-Boyfriend’s Slut – Part 2

Hello there, Rida, here. Please read the previous part to get the link to this story. Now carrying further.

Due to drugs, Hardik was quite wild in the bed. He fucked me like an animal, and I had lost count as to how many times I had an orgasm last night. We slept naked. I was sleeping on him the whole night. He woke up in the morning and pushed me over, and that woke me up.

He got up and started wearing his shorts. I went and hugged him, but he pushed me again. I was naked. I jumped on him again and pushed him on the bed. He fell on his back. I jumped and sat on him. He tried pushing me and moving, but he couldn’t as I sat on his chest.

With all the body fights, my pussy was wet. I bent behind and started playing with his semi-erect cock and talking to him.

Me: (Stroking his dick) Kal raat ko itna maze se choda, and ab kya hua? Tujhe main pasand nahi? Satisfy nahi hua? (You fucked me the whole night, and now, what’s gotten in you in the morning? Don’t you find me sexy now?

He did not reply to anything.

Me: “I am sorry, yaar. I know I screwed up last time, but I missed you too. It was a nasty one for me. Also, even I couldn’t stay without you but couldn’t hurt my parents then. I was so wrong. They all proved to be selfish and…”

I told him the entire scenario at home, about my father and brother, and my mother’s lesbian girlfriend. “I said a ‘No’ to you because of them. I have regretted this decision for the entire time. No one can understand me like you do, Hardik.”

I was in tears and literally begging him to get along. Then he broke the ice and started speaking.

Hardik: Yes, you rightly said a lot has changed. I am not the same person as I was before. Look at me, my body, my mind, my family, everything has changed. I have money, my own business, and, most importantly, my parents have also changed.

Hardik: My father sold my mother to a rich sheik, he took the money and left. The sheik made my mom his whore and a nymph. My mother came back to India with the sheik six months ago. Since then, we are staying here. It was his business that I was handling.

Hardik: My mother is not the same old female. She is totally different since she has come to India. The sheik used her to please his clients. She slept with 5 people in a day at times. With this, she totally turned into a milf. The sheik then found a young girl and lost interest in my mother. And he left.

Haddick: Since the past 6 months, I have started my own business with the money I earned and the money he gave to my mother. But my mother has become a whore. She needs sex. I have maids at home, who were actually prostitutes. They stay naked at home with mom, and they have sex with mom at her wish.

Me: Are you serious? This is unbelievable.

Hardik: the next that I am going to tell you will blow you off, and after that, you won’t ask to get married to me.

All this while I was naked, and I was so turned on. I slept on my back next to him and spread my legs, with one leg on his cock rubbing it and playing with my clit with my hand.

Me: And what is that tell me?

Hardik: Mom and I have sex almost every day whenever I am home. And also, I have fucked a lot of females and those prostitutes.

Me: What? You have sex with your own mother?

I was shocked and exclaimed it. I came on his chest and looked into his eyes.

Hardik: Yes, I do.

Me: (hearing that was turning me on, my pussy was wet like hell, and my nipples had gone hard) Wow! How is she in bed? Better than me? (this reaction was spontaneous)

Hardik: (his cock was standing now) Yes, she is quite wild in bed makes me cum a lot. (he continued) So, now, do you still want us to get back together and get married?

I was silent for a while and lying on his chest, looking at him. He was about to get up, and I pushed him back on the bed.

Me: (I held his cock) Yes, I still want us to be together. (I kissed his cock and sucked it once) I can’t miss this hard cock. It’s okay. I am fine with you fucking your mother, but you don’t miss a day fucking me. You can fuck us both, and I am okay with it. Your cock has made me crazy.

Saying this, I took his cock in my wet pussy and started riding him.

Me: Aahh, look how hard you have become thinking of your mother. Yes, harder, fuck me harder. (I bent forward and gave my boobs in his mouth.)  Bite them, chew my nipples.

I fucked him in that position for 10 more minutes, and I squirted on his cock. I collapsed on him and kissed him. He was still hard, and inside me, we both were panting. And he spoke.

Hardik: But my mother won’t accept you. She wants her daughter in law to be bisexual so that she can fuck me with her. Even I want my wife to be a horny whore ready to fuck anywhere when I want. You don’t match any of our requirements. She won’t accept you.

Me: So you think I can’t be all this? Didn’t I fuck with you out there in the open last night and shamelessly being naked in front of you now? And didn’t I tell you I am bisexual? Didn’t you always tease me with girls?

Hardik: What happened yesterday was alcohol and drugs, and so you did not realize, you will not do all these things insane state of mind. You don’t like me touching you amongst people. I want someone who would spread her legs in a marriage function if I ask her too. Horny and ever ready to take my cock inside her pussy.

Me: Yes, I know I have been like that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be what you want me to be, I can also fuck you amongst people getting naked, didn’t you see I got in my bra and panty so openly last night amongst everyone. I want your cock. I am too mad about it now. Please give me a chance. Try me.

Hardik: (after thinking for a while) Fine. Then show me what a slut you are in the next 3 days that we are going to be here. Show me the whore inside you.

I was too happy, and I bent and kissed him again on the lips. A hard smooch. “Fuck me.” We fucked for half an hour. He spread my legs and fucked me sideways. Then he turned me on my fours and pounding me and saying slangs.

Hardik: Aah, kya choot hai teri, itni geeli. ( you are so wet inside, it feels so hot)

He spanked my butt and said, “Aur kya badi hai teri gand, teri gaand to main jaroor marunga. (What an ass, I am surely going to fuck you in the ass also. This looks so tight.)

Me: Haan madarchod, randi hu main teri aj se, (I am you bitch from today) Tu jidhar bolega udhar main nangi ho jaungi. Aadat dalde mujhe aadha nanga dekhne ki. Meri gand choot sab chod. Bas chodte reh. (I will go naked and fuck you whenever you say. You want me to be a slut, so be ready now. Just keep fucking)

And we both came and collapsed on the bed. I woke up, took his pack of smoke, and lit one up. He was looking at me.

Me: What! You have woke up the whore in me, now just see what happens next. C’mon, let’s go shopping. I want to buy a few dresses and a new blouse for my transparent saree.

We bathed, and I changed into my short dress, which came mid-thigh. But I did not wear any undergarments below it. My nipples were visible, and when I sat, so was my pussy. In the cab, I sat close to him, even rubbed his cock over his pants.

I took his hand and kept it on my pussy. He started fingering me and kissing me, till I cum. I was feeling nervous from inside, considering the cab driver’s presence. But then later I got shameless and opened my legs more and let him also see my pussy

We reached the mall. I bought one short transparent dress. It had a g string bikini inside and a black transparent negligee. I brought a pink dress for the bridesmaid. It was with a tank top held with one string at the back, which made it backless. It had a slit right from my stomach. It exposed my butts.

And also, a black bikini top, which covered my 40 percent boobs. It just had a string across my back, and a string to tie in the front. So you pulled the knot from the front, and the whole bra would come off. It was for wearing as a blouse under my transparent saree.

I could see the shine in Hardik’s eyes then. We had a quickie in the changing room when I went to try my bikinis. I bought 5-6 of them.

That night we all had an official cocktail party, and the theme was beachwear. We fucked 2 more times before the cocktail party after reaching the hotel. I was dressed in a bikini top. A g-string which showed my whole ass and simply covered my pussy. The swimsuit cover-up exposed my left leg.

And I put on a dark matching lip gloss and eyeliner to it. We clicked pictures together. I asked him, “Now do I look like a slut?”

Hardik: Hmmm, not really, let’s see when we go out.

At the party, I saw even Ashima’s mother was wearing a spaghetti beach dress, which showed a deep cleavage. Neeti was wearing a sarong. She came close to us and hugged Hardik. She gave him a peck, touched his dick over his shorts, and he introduced me.

“This is Rida. And Rida, this is Neeti.” I gave her a hug, and then when separating gave her a light kiss on her lips, she was a little surprised.

Me: You are looking sexy, Neeti.

Neeti: And so are you, Rida. Let go grab some drinks.

We all went to the dance floor and grabbed our drinks and started dancing. I was dancing very close to Hardik, hugging him, rubbing my ass on his crotch. He also held my boobs from behind. He was kissing my neck and turning me on. I turned and kissed him amidst all people.

He held my buttocks and started pressing them. We were doing all this shamelessly at the party. I was seriously turning into a slut. I whispered in his ears.

Me: My pussy is drenched. (I was rubbing his cock) Let’s go and fuck on the beach.

Hardik gave me a look, and I winked at him and smiled. The resort had a secluded part of the beach attached to it. We walked down the dark area of the beach, and he took me in between the big rocks. It was not that closed if anyone walked that side they could see us.

I turned and started kissing Hardik like crazy. He was also pressing my bums now. I lowered his shorts, bent on my knees, and started giving him a blowjob. I loved sucking his dick. And he was moaning.

Hardik: Yes, make it wet, make it harder.

He removed my top and made me nude and was pressing my boobs. He pulled me up and then removed the cover-up. Pushed me in the waters and pushed his dick inside me. And we were fucking there shamelessly without worrying about being caught.

In fact, the waves were touching my bums and pussy as his cock. The idea of being naked on the beach was turning me on and making me wetter.

Me: Madarchod, chod aur jor se. Teri randi pyasi hai tere lund ke liye. Le ban gayi main teri chinaal, khule beach pe nangi hoke chudwa rahi hu. (Motherfucker harder. Your slut Is hungry for your cock. See, I became a whore and am fucking on a public beach, naked that too.)

Hardik: Chinaal toh logo ke saamne nangi hoke chudti hai.Yaha main kone mein chod raha. Shaadi k baad toh ghar mein sabke saamne chudwana padega tujhe. Utni badi randi banna hai tujhe. Ye toh kuch bhi nahi hai.

(A whore fucks in front of people. If we get married, you have to fuck in front of the people in my house, be naked the whole day, then you will be a whore.)

The idea of getting fucked in front of his mother struck me and made me squirt. We fucked for 15 minutes there. He pounded me very hard and came inside me. We got dressed, but this time I did not wear my g-string, and simply wore the cover-up.

Since the bra got wet, it had become transparent, and my boobs were visible. We joined the party again. I danced half-naked like that amongst the people with a lot of groping and ass pressing by Hardik. After the party, Hardik and I sat by the pool and smoked.

He was pressing my boobs, and just then, Neeti and the other guy came. They were literally high. He got up, kissed Neeti on the lips, and greeted her good night. I also got up, and Neeti and I had a nice liplock. She pressed my boobs while kissing me.

She winked at me, and we all marched to my room. I removed my cover-up in the walkway only and walked naked to my room. I closed the door, and we all fucked the whole night again.

What happened at the wedding? How did Hardik make me topless amongst people? How we got married? I will tell you in the next part.