Mamun’s Lusty Paradise – Part 3

Someone was yelling, “Police, run, run.”

My young customers were agile; in a moment, they put on clothes, opened the window and jumped out. The last one hesitated.

He asked, “What about her? She will be arrested.”

His friend hissed,” Don’t be a fool. The whores are used to go to jail. Put remaining sachets in her bag and jump out. If they catch us with drugs, we will be forever behind bars.”

I also wanted to run but my limbs refused to move. I watched helplessly as that man put the unused sachets in my bag and jumped through the window and ran away.

The next second there was pounding on the door and the police opened the door with the key and entered. Two woman constables and an inspector looked at me, puzzled. I was still naked and dazed.

Inspector said, “I think she had drugs. That is why she is unable to move, check her hand bag.”

One woman constable checked my bag and removed the sachets and gave them to the Inspector.

He sniffed and exclaimed, “My god, this might be from the lot that we had red alert, drugs smuggled into our city. She is a prize catch. She will lead us to the source.”

I wanted to scream that those drugs were not mine, those boys put them in my bag, but my words were coming out slurred. I was unable to even stand up, I kept sliding, and both constables dressed me up and dragged me to the police van.

I have a hazy recollection of going to the police station, and being locked up in a cell with six other girls. I slid into a deep sleep.

When someone was shaking me roughly, I was irritated and tried to turn to the other side when I felt a stinging blow on my cheek. I opened my eyes and for several seconds I could not comprehend where I was. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was in a prison cell. I screamed.

She hissed, “Shut up, you bitch, you are not in a haveli. Get up; it is time to go to court.”

I begged her, “Please, there is some mistake, I am not a whore. I am a college student. Please call my father.” I was put in a cell with six women. I could recognize three; they were from the same lodge. The cell was stinking with the smell of sweat and heat.

Before the constable could speak, the Inspector dropped a bombshell. To my bad luck, it was 24 March 2020, the day the nationwide lockdown was announced due to the Corona virus threat.

He said, “The entire country is under lockdown, except for a few services. I have orders to release the girls and drop them at their homes.”

All cheered and were prepared to go, but the inspector grabbed my arm and pulled me, and said, “Not you, rest all can go.”

I was puzzled and asked, “Why?”

He said sternly, “You were under the influence of drugs when we arrested you and drugs were in your handbag. It is a serious non-bailable offence and you will be shifted to jail.”

I broke down, cried, and pleaded with them that I was innocent. The police become hard-hearted after dealing with criminals. The Corona lockdown was something that the country had never seen before. Everything was closed, courts, movie halls, shopping malls, offices, schools, colleges.

They gave me food, water, tea, and access to a stinking toilet room. I vomited because of the stench. Finally, one kind woman constable gave me her mobile and I called Dad. Dad picked up at the first ring, he asked anxiously, there was panic in his voice,

“Mamun, where are you in this lock down? I called everyone and all are searching for you. We can’t step out.”

I sobbed, and told him where I was. He was stunned and when I told him why I was here, he was furious and started shouting. I cut the call and returned the mobile.

Dad and his girlfriend came to the police station during the curfew relaxation time. Dad pleaded with the inspector with folded hands to release me.

Inspector told him, “You should be mentally prepared; your daughter is going to rot in jail for a long time. Prostitution charges are minor, with a fine and a few days in prison, she can be released. But, she was under the influence of drugs and had drugs in her bag. This is a serious offence; it is not bhang but a very expensive and smuggled drug.

Anti narcotics think she will lead us to the supplier and to the king of the drug trafficking racket.”

I looked down as dad lashed at me with words. If he had access to the cell, I think he would have beaten me with his belt.

There was anger, frustration and pain in his eyes, “You stupid girl, why couldn’t you control for a month? You would have been happily married and you could have done what you wanted.”

His girlfriend consoled him as he cried.

They could not stay long, as the curfew relaxation was for a short duration, but before he left, he said, “Don’t worry, Mamun. I love you even if you ruin me. I will spend my last rupee to get you out.”

After 3 days in the cell, I was produced in the court and I was sent to jail. The police officers and woman constables were sympathetic to me; they realized that I was an innocent victim. My only crime was my unchained lust.

Then my jail ordeal started. I was sharing a cell with five other women. Some were thieves, prostitutes and others were con women. Fortunately, they were all friendly and not prone to violence.

On the first day itself, the officer in charge of prison sent for me. There was an anteroom in his office with a bed. The constable took me there and asked me to remove my clothes and wait in the bed.

The officer came and his eyes widened in shock when his eyes feasted on my naked beauty. He was not used to fuck girls like me from high class, rich families. My shapely, large tits, slim waist, and puffed up poori like cunt mound made his jaw drop.

He left and I heard him talk to the constable, “What is this girl doing here? She looks like a movie star and she is educated, we might run into trouble.”

I walked naked to them, smiled and said, “You will not run into trouble. My only crime is, I am always horny and am a fuck addict, not a drug addict. My fuck addiction landed me here, not the drugs. The boys that fucked me planted drugs in my handbag. I will be happy to pleasure you all.”

I purred like a cat that had milk after a long time, as the officer fucked me. Since I knew my stay in jail would be comfortable if I pleased him, I gave him the the best fuck of his life. I learnt several tricks to please men, like sucking cock while looking into the eyes and winking, seductive moans, groans and fuck talk.

The officer allotted duties to others, told them not to disturb him, and fucked me until the evening. He said that his wife would get suspicious if he didn’t fuck her, so he reluctantly let me go. I had a hot shower in his bathroom and felt alive and great.

The constable, who accompanied me back to the cell, took me to another room and fucked me in doggy style.

He told me, “Don’t tell our boss. Take a rest for a few hours. After shift change, my colleagues and I will fuck you.”

I asked, “How many?”

He hesitated and said,” Three. Shall I avoid them? You may not be able to walk.”

I laughed and said, “No. Bring them. I can manage.”

My stay in the jail was not solitary, depressed or painful, since I was a sex shark. The constables fucked me in all the holes in the night and their officer in the daytime.

The next day, when the Officer saw the bite, scratch marks on my tits and body parts, he was enraged. I thought he would take his gun and shoot them. I calmed him down with an expert blowjob and assured him that his share of enjoyment would not be affected if they also fuck me.

I had many privileges and facilities. My cellmates were quite happy, not many of them enjoyed rough fucking and were relieved that constables left them in peace. I was given special, tasty food but I told the constables that either they provide the same food to my cellmates or I don’t want any.

My cellmates became very good friends after that. They would give a good massage after hard fucking. I was talking to Dad daily, and assured him that I was being looked after well and not to worry.

One day dad said, “I am moving heaven and earth, honey. The politicians and top police officers promise to help, let us see.”

I said, “I am sorry for landing you in this mess.”

He said, “I have some bad news. Your marriage is called off. When you disappeared, I told Ashok and Ajay also. Ajay knows about your whoring background and has backed out. Ashok, his wife and sons tried to convince him, But he is adamant. I am sorry.”

I laughed and said, “Thanks dad for the good news. I was not comfortable with cheating Ajay anyway.”

Dad said, in desperation, “But who will marry you? A whore?”

I replied, “Dad, don’t be so tense. I am only 21. There must be many men, who want a wife like me. A fuck machine.”

After two weeks of manipulations, cajoling, and bribing, dad managed to get bail for me. It was a great achievement in lock down time, when everything was shut down.

On the last day, the officer told his wife he would not be coming home due to work, and he joined others in fucking me. It was a marathon sex session. I am a gifted fucker; I have amazing control of cunt and ass muscles. I can pull, squeeze and press cocks in my holes as I want and it drives men crazy.

They gave me a warm send off and wished that I would not come again.

The officer said, “I know that you are not a drug addict. You don’t have the symptoms of a drug addict, deprived of drugs. Yes, you are a fuck addict but that is not a big crime. I will send a very good report about you; it will help in your acquittal. I will put in my report that you were framed and were forced to consume drugs by those boys.”

Dad was waiting for me outside the prison, and he hugged me tight. When we went home, I felt like heaven when I had a hot shower and slept in my bed.

From the next day, daily I would visit the investigator in charge of the narcotics department, advocates, and politicians. I lost count, everyone fucked me.

Dad took care of bribes, the investigating officer demanded 5 lakhs, and he would not close my case because he wanted to fuck me forever.

My advocate said, while fucking me doggy, “Dear, the only option is to deal with the judge. I will arrange a meeting in a farmhouse. Convince him with your fucking skills.”

The judge was a very sweet, shy middle-aged person. He was almost like an innocent teenager, he was shocked when I sucked him and made him fuck me in all positions.

After his first cum, when we lay on bed, hugging, I asked him, “Why are you so innocent? You are married, have children, still you know only missionary fucking position?”

He smiled, and said, “My parents were too traditional, orthodox and so were my wife’s. I was always shy and never read sex stories nor watched sex movies.”

I was shocked and said, “Then why are you fucking me, now?”

He said, “When you were produced in the court and I saw you, I had the mad urge for the first time in my life, to fuck. I have seen many sexy and beautiful girls but never felt this way. You have some magnetism that attracts men like me to you.”

The next two days, he was in heaven as I led him though the wonderland fucks land, all the rides, roller-coasters, Columbus. He was amazed that there was so much joy in fucking. I also loved teaching him.

In the next hearing, all charges were dropped. The dishonorable men were politicians. Without batting an eyelid, they would lie through their teeth. They would fuck me, promise to do everything to release me and just coolly neglect.

While all this was going on, I continued posting my pics in that sex site and one fan, a young doctor, Rishi, asked me if I would marry him.

I typed, “Hahaha. Hilarious. You are only seeing my tits, cunt and ass, you don’t know, I am a fuck addict and no man will ever want to marry me.”

He typed, “Ok, tell me your story and scare me.”

I told him about all my fucking adventures, including jail, fucking everyone from peon in court to the Judge, politicians and policemen. I avoided telling him about fucking dad.

He typed, “Wooow. I just want to marry a girl like you. I can’t imagine life with a traditional sati Savitri type wife, I will die of boredom. I fuck many nurses, colleagues, and patients’ kin. I am getting all the fucking I want. What I desire is a like-minded wife.”

I told him that I will talk to my dad and will tell him.

Dad was super excited and was almost in tears and said, “Mamun, this is godsend. Meet him and if he is half as sincere as he sounds, he will love you forever.”

I agreed to meet Rishi, I chose to wear a traditional dress, saree. Dad drove me to the park where we planned to meet, and waited outside. He was so eager and anxious to meet Rishi, I had to fight with dad to make him wait in the car.

Dad said, “Don’t forget to call me when you agree to his proposal.”

I said ok, entered the park, and looked around. Rishi appeared from nowhere and suddenly said, “Hi, Mamun.”

I jumped a foot and admonished him. He scared me. He said, excited, “I am sorry about it. You look great and ravishing in that saree. I am glad you chose to wear a saree rather than a sexy dress.”

I asked him, curious, “Why?”

He held my hands and looked into my eyes. I fell in love. Many fucked me but this was an unusual feeling for me. He said, “I love you.”

I laughed and said, “So did countless others.”

He smiled and said,

“I know that you think I will say “I love you” for a chance to fuck you and then vanish. To show my sincerity, I wanted you to meet my parents. They are sitting under the tree over there. I was waiting for you to see if you are suitably dressed to meet them. That is why I told you that I am happy you chose saree. Come, I will introduce you to them.”

I loved them, I missed my mom so much, and she passed away when I was small. On instinct, I hugged her instead of touching her feet. I was embarrassed and tried to move away but she hugged me back and said, “I am so glad Rishi and you are in love. You will be a very happy couple.”

His dad also nodded his head in approval. I called my dad, and due to covid rules, we got married in his apartment. Only 15 guests were there, it suited us, my dad and I did not want any of my customers to turn up at the wedding.

Rishi stayed in an apartment. Javed was his cook, servant and his Man Friday. After everyone left, we had a hot, fucking first night session. Rishi fucked very hard.

As we lay panting, he smiled at me, “You are awesome, darling. You are such an expert at blowjob, riding. I am so lucky.”

I laughed and asked him, “You tell that after I fuck as many cocks as I want.”

He also laughed and said, “I will consider myself luckiest. It will be exciting to fuck you as you tell how other fucked you. Let us have a clear understanding about one thing. I will fuck who ever I fancy and so will you. My conditions are that our children should be mine, and you will fuck my clients in real estate business to clinch deals.”

Wonderful! What more does a horny girl like me want?

When I woke up, it was quite late, and the sun was high in the sky. Rishi was a pediatrician and he left early to the hospital. Real estate was his secondary business.

Next to my bed was a hot, steaming tea. I sipped and it had a funny taste. I was familiar with the smell and taste. It was cum.

I was quite angry and called Rishi. He answered on the first ring, “Good morning, darling. What is it?”

I said, controlling my temper, “Do you know what Javed mixed in my tea? His cum. Stupid fellow, he didn’t know that I can’t make out.”

Rishi laughed, “Take it easy. It is his way of hinting that he wants to fuck you. He fucks quite well; he fucked all my girl friends also.”

I protested, “But I am not your girlfriend. I am your wife.”

He said, “That is why he is asking for your permission. He would have fucked my girlfriends after I finished. I suggest you allow him to fuck you.”

I cut the phone without saying bye, and stomped into the kitchen. I was wearing a transparent light blue nightie without inners.

Javed smiled at me, wished me good morning, and hoped I had a good sleep. I pointed at the tea and asked him coolly, “What is this?”

He said with a naughty smile, “Special tea, mem saheb.”

I shouted at him, “How dare you give me tea with your cum in it?”

He said, “Ohh, you didn’t like the taste? Maybe I put too much cum. I will make one more with less cum.”

I was getting aroused and the tent in his shorts was alluring. I liked the cum tea. Rishi recommended him also. I smiled and said, “Ok, you make one more tea with less cum.”

He said, “Yes, mem saheb.” and removed his clothes and started pumping his huge cock while boiling milk and adding tea.

I could not control it any longer. I removed the nightie, went on knees, and started sucking him. I told him, “I will make you cum.”

The fucking session went on and on, he did all chores like cleaning, washing, cooking while fucking me. He fucked me in the ass also. I called and told Rishi what was happening. He told me that Javed was a very skilled ass fucker and to get fucked in ass also.

Now, I am very happy, being royally fucked, and having cum tea. My husband is fucking nurses, colleagues in hospital but he is not bringing them home.

Very soon, I am going to lure his customers into buying properties by seducing and fucking them.

Today we went to Lonavla to enjoy time at his farmhouse, in the car I gave blowjob, he fucked me in the car and in open fields. Best part was I walked naked on the highway in the rain for 30 minutes.

I am waiting excitedly for what crazy things my darling hubby has in store for me.

The end

Author’s Note:

I thank Purna for sharing her experiences and since the events really happened, there was not much need to add spice. Please send your comments and suggestions to [email protected] and [email protected]