‘Uh-hmmm!’ she nodded.
‘Well, I’m amazed that a boar stooped far enough to breed her before she whelped you!’ he responded.
‘Maybe I should breed you, mom!’ Rohit remarked.
‘That’s a great idea,’ Paul said.
Obviously, though, he and Kelvin had no concern for her dignity as they kept pounding until Paul jizz-defiled her anus and Kelvin her mouth.
They’d scarcely withdrawn from her when Paul pushed her rump to the floor.
‘You’re contemptible!’ he jeered as he and Kelvin spit-covered her face.
‘Yes, sir!’ Deepti whispered, though Paul crouched, spread her legs and oozed his fist into her snatch.
‘I was hoping I could shred your hymen!’ he chuckled.
‘I’m wagering your dad destroyed it years ago!’ Kelvin said
‘How often did he fuck you?’ Rohit played along with Kelvin.
‘I don’t remember!’ she answered.
‘He thought you’re disgusting, didn’t he?’ Kelvin asked.
‘Yes, sir!’
‘You obscene abomination!’ Kelvin added as Paul slid his clenched hand from her slimy vag.
Nonetheless, he, Kelvin and Rohit could hardly believe her again moaning, ‘I’m a sewer-slut! Shit on my stomach!’
‘Shit on you?’ Kelvin roared, then straddled her to oblige.
For a few seconds, the men were silent until Paul clutched Deepti’s hair, dragged her into the bathroom and laid her in the bath-tub, after which the guys drenched her in piss, and…
‘… you’ll never be anything but a filthy pig!’ Paul ended the night.
~*~
Part 3
Deepti and Rohit often went to an outdoor cafe at the Imperial Hotel, where Rohit bought wine for her and coffee for himself, 0ne Saturday afternoon.
She’d barely started drinking her beverage when the most gorgeous white man she’d ever seen walked toward her.
‘Hello. I’m Troy and I couldn’t help noticing you because you’re sexy,’ he said.
‘Thank you,’ she smiled.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Deepti and this is my son, Rohit,’ she answered.
‘Nice meeting you. Without bragging, I’m a wealthy American. I import carpets and India’s are the best,’ he replied.
‘I hope it doesn’t shock you to hear that mom’s a filthy slut,’ Rohit remarked.
‘I’m divorced and wish my ex-wife was a slut, too,’ Troy said, then: – ‘Are you into getting whipped in bondage, Deepti?’
‘Pain’s my pleasure,’ she said.
‘I’m not violent and you don’t need to worry,’ Troy promised.
Since Deepti was wearing a short dress, high-heeled shoes and fishnets, however, Troy thought she was a prostitute.
‘How much do your services cost?’ he asked.
‘Is $5oo okay?’ Rohit answered.
‘Yeah,’ Troy said.
‘I’ve never done this before and it’s great to pimp my own mother,’ Rohit chuckled.
‘Mothers are nothing but flesh to sell!’ Troy jeered as a hard glint came into his eyes. He then honked her tits through her dress and growled, ‘I don’t care if you hate me for molesting you, bitch!’
‘Yes, sir!’ Deepti moaned.
Next, he and Rohit accompanied her to Troy’s hotel room.
‘Show me your shameful body!’ he ordered.
Deepti removed her clothes while Troy leered at her nakedness before he said, ‘You’re an indecent broad, aren’t you?’
‘Yes, sir!’ she replied as Rohit stripped, followed by Troy using a scarf to tie her hands to the doorknob.
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