Low-Caste Whore

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Part 1

An East Indian native, Deepti – who spoke English – was a pervert long before the ensuing happened.

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Her large tits didn’t sag and her arse was firm, though she had submissive needs involving humiliation, golden-showers, scat, bestiality, rape and physical abuse.

When she was 18, however, her 19-y/o boyfriend forced her to service his dog, Cookie.

She loved it, while several years later, a woman-friend persuaded her to screw a horse during a party in Mumbai where she lived.

At 36, Deepti bought another dog named Simba.

As well, she sensed that Rohit, her cute, 18-y/o son, was developing a misogynistic attitude.

So, one July, Thursday evening when he went home after a soccer match, he found her naked while Simba pizzled her vag.

‘What are you doing, mom?’ he inquired.

‘I’m horny!’ she panted.

‘You horny bitch!’ the teenager crowed as he stripped and thrust his 9-inched rod into her mouth.

‘Suck my dick or I’ll tell everybody you’re a low-caste whore!’ he threatened her.

‘Uh-hmmm!’ Deepti mumbled.

Meanwhile, Rohit was scornfully glaring into her eyes.

Suddenly, he jerked her lips off his penis and slapped her lovely face.

‘Aaah!’ Deepti gasped, though he didn’t reply as he buried his cock in her throat.

Next, the dog came in her snatch before dismounting her, followed by her son unloading in her mouth and urinating in it.

‘I’ve always wanted to do that, mom,’ he said.

‘Thank you, son,’ Deepti replied.
‘Are you my slave?’ Rohit asked.

‘Yes, I am.’

‘Good,’ Rohit said while turning, reaching around for her black hair, gouging her nose into his butt-crack and farting.

‘You smell so beautiful!’ he laughed.

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‘Please don’t flatter me!’ she begged.

‘Why not?’ he snarled as swung his foot against her loins.

‘Uugghh!’ she grunted.

‘Am I hurting you?’ he shouted.

‘Oh, god, yes!’ Deepti moaned.

‘I don’t care!’ Rohit snorted, then: – ‘You’re an animal, mom!’

‘You’re right,’ Deepti had barely answered when Rohit pulled her to her feet, jammed his finger into her bowels and employed it to steer her along the balcony to the flat in which the white, 22-y/o Paul and 23-y/o Kelvin lived.

They were energy consultants from Birmingham, England.

Rohit then knocked on their door and Kelvin opened it.

‘Bloody ‘ell!’ he exclaimed when saw her wearing nothing but shoes.

‘Mom’s here to entertain you,’ Rohit grinned.

‘What are you going to do to entertain us?’ Paul asked.

‘Anything you wish, sir.’

‘Anything?’ Paul replied.

‘Yes, sir,’ Deepti said.

‘You must be an unholy cow!’ Paul disparaged Indian tradition.

‘I’m a dirty cow,’ she admitted before Paul and Kelvin removed their clothes.

Once they had, Paul shoved her over a couch and chiseled his 9-inched tool into her shit-hole.

‘Take it!’ he growled as Kelvin drew her head toward him and sank his 10-pecker into her mouth.

Rohit watched until he snickered, ‘Mom’s a filthy pig!’

~*~

Part 2

‘Yeah, she is!’ Paul replied as he brutally slammed his cock father into her guts.

‘Eeeeeh!’ she exploded with an orgasm.

However, she was surprised by Kelvin saying, ‘Your mother’s womb is a barnyard, isn’t it, Deepti?’

‘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.

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