Confession Of A Sextress – Part 1

This story is based on what I, Qamaar, got to know through interviewing a south asian former pornographic film actress, who has travelled the world due to her extraordinarily absurd level of her career and is at her middle ages by now. According to her, if someone reads her story and feels sexually aroused about it, that is one of the most miserable things a man can ever do. She says that she is now okay with what she went through but that was the exact opposite of how she felt like during the process. But if you wonder why I decided to post this to a sex story site, that was all due to the overtly sexual nature of her story, which can possibly not come by one of the wildest imaginations of a man, or a woman.

Let me narrate what exactly happened, regarding her and me. My hobby is collecting stories that are sexual in nature and publishing them after some development. So, I once openly stated on my blog, that if someone has a story that she can narrate to me in privacy, I am ready to pay for the story if she is okay with me that I publish it, with privacy guaranteed. That is exactly how I collected much of the stories I have published before, and that will continue. Anyway, one day, I saw this response in my Google inbox. It said,

“Dear Mr Qamaar,

I saw your post, asking for a true sex story. Well, if you are interested, I have my own story to offer you. You can do anything with that, you want. But you must not expose my identity. There are people who know me and there are those who have become part of the story. But nobody needs to know my whole story. This is not the 1st time I tried to offer my story nor will this be the last if you too reject me. And of course, I demand a payment but the currency will be different from what you usually get to pay. But do not worry. If you are as open as I expect you to be, you will accept this…”

Then she had stated her mobile number, asking me to call her. 1st, she said her name, which i am not gonna mention here. Let me call her “Fareeda”, for that resembles her supposedly religion and much of the background, in my opinion.

I called her and got to meet her at a personal room in a hotel, even though it was a bit odd for a man at the early middle ages, or 28, to meet up with a woman a little even older, 32, at a personal place ie a hotel room, for something other than sex.

For your enjoyment, I will narrate the rest of what happened in the room, in 3rd person perspective.

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Qamaar when to the respective room, and knocked on the door. He heard the lock being unlocked and the door was opened.

He went in. It was her. She welcomed him in with a beautiful smile.

She was wearing the traditional black dress of her people, but her dress was a little tight and thus it exposed her curves well. The moment he saw her, he felt like burning within. She was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. Her skin was as white as milk, he would have said. Her lips were light pink. Her nose was pointed but not too long. Her hair was dark hazel color. Her fingers were thin and long. Her hands were small. She was around 5 feet 9 inches. For him, who was 6 feet 1 inch, a woman of that height would have been a good sexual partner.

He was looking at her speechless. He felt like he was having a bone in his pants. She smiled and said,

“Well Qamaar, I see you are already having your boner inside” she said looking at his eyes, and coming closer to him. He was speechless. He was struggling to keep his hands off her.

“Well…you are so beautiful, madame. I am having a hard time controlling myself”

“Aww… so confident” she said as she went away and laid on the bed, to her left side, looking at him.

“Well madame, I guess we should 1st finalize the payment deal. How much would you like on return for your story? Well I should say that I have a last bid. If your charge is higher, we cannot have the deal” he said, pulling his wallet out. She jumped off the bed, went to him and held his arm, not allowing him to pull his wallet out.

“I do not want payment in cash, Qamaar. Cash was not the only way I was paid. From a stud like you, I want a different payment”

She smiled at him sensually. He could guess what she meant. He said,

“I am in!”

As he sent his arms around her body, pulled her towards him at a moment and tried to kiss her lips. She stopped him.

“Wait, Qamaar. What you pay is dealt with. But how you should pay, should be as I command. Understand?”

“Mm…yeah” he said, still holding her in his hands. Her boobs were hot and already pressed tight against his chest. They felt each others warmth. They both were turning on.

“This is gonna be long so I suggest you write it down as I narrate, or you will forget important parts. So…?” As she said it, he left her and took his book and a pen from his bag, getting prepared to write down.

“Okay madame, start from the very beginning”

She smiled at him as she sat on the bed and started narrating.

“I was born to this…very conservative family who followed this religion (to avoid religious bigotry, the religion will not be mentioned in name. But it is around 14 centuries old) and though it seemed very hard, I followed every step of a pious woman, as well as I can. But it all changed one day.

Then I was 19 and just after advanced level exams. I was asked to teach little kids at a school where one of my uncles was the principal. I accepted willingly. But there was this condition.

I had to wear a sari, regardless of my religious obligations. So uncles suggested that I wear a sari and a coat so that what a sari exposes of me is covered and to cover my head with as separate veil. I had no problem with that. So to prepare, I went to a nearby shop, which was under the rulership of an elderly man of my religion.

When I went there, there he was at the counter with another old man. He had white hair, a thin black face, a long white beard and broken teeth. The other man was taller and fat. He had a long beard as well and when they smiled at me, with their broken and blackened teeth, they looked very perverse. I already started having doubts about coming alone. But I pretended to be confident and told them what I was there for.

They, upon coming to hear that I was gonna wear a coat over the sari, told me this, giving me a sari.

“Well, here is the cheapest one we got. But well, this might look a bit too revealing as well. But sinhala women (who are the majority of this country) loon very good with these so we hope the same from you. Why not just try it? You are gonna wear the coat anyway.”

When I checked the sari jacket, I saw it was true. Apparently it was so revealing that if I did not wear a coat along with it, much of my upper body will be exposed and it would be unacceptable in the conservative society I reside. But since I was not able to afford an expensive sari and a coat at the same time, but I needed both a coat and a sari, I decided to buy it. Then, I concentrated on buying a coat.

I checked out some coats. Long story short, to the money I had then, after buying the sari, I could afford only one very cheap coat and it was almost fit to my body. With them both, I went to the fitting room.

I got dressed in the sari and the coat and looked against the mirror. Well, my lower body was somewhat seen through the sari because the material was somewhat transparent. Nothing to do about that. “Maybe with sunlight, it will not look transparent” I thought. And my upper body, was almost fit inside the coat. I got back into what I was wearing when I arrived at the shop and got out of the room to go back home.

I finalized the deal and stepped out. Then, someone dragged me back in and closed the door. Before I could even think, my head was covered in a black bag and as I screamed for help and struggled, my clothes were ripped off of me…”

At this point Aisha stopped and thought for a while. Qamaar looked at her and said,

“Well madame…”

“…call me “Fareeda” “, said Aisha, with a smile. Qamaar said,

“Okay Aisha, I can understand why it is hard for you to get it together at a spot like this. You can continue later if you want”

“Mh…it is pointless to feel bad now. So lemme continue.

They took my purity. I just could not believe I went through this! Two men at ages to be like my dad, sexually having pleasure with my body! It was like a wild dream; a nightmare.

When I stepped out, it was dark. I held together the ripped parts of my garment and I went home, still struggling to hold in my tears…”

She stopped again. Qamaar said to her,

“I am pretty sure that this is not the end of your story and I can understand that you are having a hard time continuing at a point of the story like this. So, when will I have the other part?”

“Once you pay me for this part” she said with a sensual smile.

He could have finalized the deal right there. But he asked her if she minds coming to his place, as he was living all alone. She discussrd for a while, and agreed.

The next part of the story will be in her viewpoint. There, how Qamaar paid her on her currency will be explained. Stay tuned!