The Price of Admission
Hello friends, I am Ayan, and welcome to Porn Story Dot Com. I’m a regular reader here and have been enjoying these stories for two years now. I read them secretly – sometimes in the bathroom at home, sometimes in the garage, even in the garden. Today, I want to share my own story with you all.
Friends, I live in Jaipur. My sister, Shabhawari, is incredibly beautiful and very desirable. She’s 21 now, ripe for the taking. I have seduced her many times, even showing her blue films and having sex with her. Our parents passed away a long time ago, so it’s just me and Shabhawari now. We live together, and our bond is very strong. We spend most of our days together, locked in our own world of intimacy. My sister has a firm, athletic build – lean and toned. She has a captivatingly thin waist. I have held her close many times, indulging in passionate acts that left her breathless.
Shabhawari’s body is perfect – not an inch out of place, but where it matters most, she is generously endowed. Her breasts are firm and smooth, like marble, and as white as snow. I have enjoyed them thoroughly, my friends. For a whole month, we stayed locked away in our home, lost in our desires. Afterward, my lust subsided. I took several pictures of Shabhawari’s vagina, capturing her pleasure as she received my manhood.
A few days later, I went to a cyber cafe and checked Shabhawari’s exam results. By God, she had passed the Joint Engineering Entrance Exam! I tore up the paper in excitement. She had been accepted into a government college for a B.Tech degree right here in Jaipur. But there was a catch – it required a fee of two lakh rupees. It was true that Shabhawari would eventually receive a scholarship, but that wouldn’t come until later. Right now, we needed to find the money.
When faced with this challenge, I turned to our relatives for help. But each one had an excuse – domestic problems, financial constraints, you name it. They all refused to lend us the money. We only had a month to raise the funds, and the deadline was fast approaching.
I asked my friends for help, but they could only offer small amounts, not enough to make a difference. Shabhawari and I were both consumed by anxiety. Then one day, my friend Piyush sat down with me.
“Man! It looks like Shabhawari’s B.Tech dreams are going to be crushed!” I said to Piyush, feeling utterly defeated. “I’ve exhausted all options, but the money just isn’t there.”
“There is one way, Ayan,” Piyush replied, his voice low and serious. “But it might not be what you want to hear.”
“Tell me, Piyush! For this money, I’ll do anything!” I pleaded.
“You need to let someone sleep with your sister,” Piyush said bluntly. “I guarantee you’ll get the money. Shabhawari is so beautiful; she could easily earn us ten thousand rupees for a single night. I’ll handle finding the client.”
“What? You want me to sell my sister?” I exclaimed, horrified.
“Come on, man! It’s just one night,” Piyush insisted. “Think of it as an investment in Shabhawari’s future.”
“That’s too much!” I protested.
“Look, you’re my best friend. I’m doing this for you. Just let me arrange a client and take 20% of the earnings,” Piyush said, his voice firm.
“Deal,” I sighed, defeated.
A few days later, Piyush brought back a client – a wealthy businessman named Seth. I didn’t know his full name, but he was clearly affluent. I offered him water and made him comfortable. Then, I pulled Piyush aside and asked how much the client was willing to pay for Shabhawari.
“Ten thousand rupees,” Piyush whispered. “If she satisfies him fully.”
“Ten thousand? For my sister?” I gasped in disbelief.
“That’s what he’s offering, man! Shabhawari is a prize!” Piyush said with a smirk.
I led Seth to the room where Shabhawari was waiting. She wore a salwar kameez and looked stunning. Seth couldn’t take his eyes off her. He fumbled with his shirt buttons, his desire palpable. All he wanted was my young, beautiful sister.
After fifteen minutes, Seth had stripped himself bare and lay on the bed, pulling Shabhawari onto him. He kissed her passionately, touching her everywhere. Then, he began to devour her breasts, sucking them deeply. Shabhawari gasped in pleasure as his tongue explored every inch of her body. It was a strange twist of fate – just days ago, she had been giving me pleasure, and now she was submitting to this stranger.
Seth was lost in his own world of desire, savoring Shabhawari’s milky white breasts. He stroked her soft belly, his hands moving slowly and sensually. The night wore on, filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter. Seth continued to suckle at her breasts for what seemed like an eternity, biting them occasionally, causing her to cry out in both pain and pleasure.
Finally, he moved down to her waist, his tongue tracing the curve of her hips. Shabhawari’s waist was incredibly thin and alluring. Seth worshipped it, his touch lingering on every inch of her skin. He caressed her smooth thighs, exploring her body with a mixture of tenderness and lust. He reached for her navel, his fingertip teasing the sensitive area.
The Price of Education: A Twisted Tale
My sister was also enjoying herself today. Every day, she would eat the same old bland food, but today, something new was in store for her. Seth, a wealthy man much older than her, had promised her a significant sum of money if she agreed to his advances. He lingered over my sister’s navel for a long time, licking it with his tongue. The sensation drove my sister wild, causing her to arch her back. Seth’s hand then moved to my sister’s vagina.
“Ohhhhh… wow brother!! What a fantastic pussy this little bird has!!” Seth muttered to himself, still focused on my sister’s navel. My sister had shaved her pubic hair five days ago, so the delicate, barely-there hairs stood out against her smooth skin. Seth gently stroked his fingers over my sister’s vagina before sliding them deeper into her folds. He then lowered his head and began to devour her clitoris with relish. My sister’s pussy was a beautiful shade of pink, incredibly sexy, and incredibly sweet. Its shape resembled that of a plump momo dumpling, its lips slightly parted and alluring. Seth continued to pleasure my sister, then, with a mischievous grin, he spread her labia apart with his fingers and began to lick her clitoris with renewed fervor.
As Seth’s tongue darted in and out of my sister’s pussy, she would lift her buttocks, seemingly unable to contain herself. For some reason, Seth continued to pleasure her for at least half an hour. My sister was reaching the edge of ecstasy.
“Sethji… please don’t tease me like this! If you want to fuck me, just do it!” she pleaded. After a while, Seth pushed my sister’s knees apart and inserted his large, seven-inch penis into her vagina. It took some effort for him to penetrate her fully. He then began to thrust into her with gusto, clearly enjoying himself immensely. Seth was a tall man with a thick, well-endowed physique. It seemed wrong that my sister, so young and innocent, should be subjected to this kind of exploitation by an old man like him.
We were sitting outside with my friend Piyush, drinking beer.
“Ha ha ha…” Piyush laughed. “Ayan! Look at Seth fucking your sister so hard, the sounds are reaching all the way here! Ha ha ha!”
“Yeah, brother… I told Shabhavi to let him do whatever he wanted. No need to hold back,” I said.
“Dude… my sister is a slut now!” Piyush exclaimed, taking another swig from his beer bottle.
“What can we do? We needed the money, so she had to become one,” I replied.
For the next hour, the sounds of Shabhavi’s moans and Seth’s grunts continued to filter out from her room. “Ah… Oh God… Faster, Sethji… Ohhh… Harder, please! Come on!” Shabhavi’s sweet voice was both intoxicating and disturbing. I felt a surge of arousal as I touched myself through my pants. Seth was treating my sister like a real whore. He thrust his hips back and forth with increasing intensity, his cock driving deep into her tight cunt. Shabhavi arched her back, taking him deeper, urging him on. Then she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him passionately. Seth responded by fucking her like she was his own wife. After a while, Seth’s climax approached, his body trembling with anticipation. Shabhavi knew it was coming and held him close to her chest.
Seth ejaculated into my sister’s hot, wet cunt with the force of lightning. After a few moments, the sounds subsided. It meant that my sister had been used and abused. Both she and Seth were drenched in sweat. They lay there together, their bodies intertwined, before Seth began kissing Shabhavi’s neck passionately.
“My love… how beautiful you are! You look like a woman from a good family!” Seth whispered to her, as if he was talking to his beloved.
“I had to do it, Sethji… I needed the money for my tuition fees,” Shabhavi replied.
Seth continued kissing her neck and then began to suckle on her breasts, quenching his thirst with her sweet milk. After a while, he turned his attention back to her pussy, licking and teasing her clitoris again. He then positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs apart, and began to fuck her from behind. Shabhavi was now completely submissive, her body trembling with pleasure as Seth pounded into her.
“Fuck me, Sethji… Fuck me hard! Rip my pussy apart!” Shabhavi cried out in ecstasy. Seth grabbed her hands and held them above her head, pinning her down as he continued to fuck her relentlessly for another fifty minutes. He filled her cunt countless times that night, his thick cock driving deep into her until she was completely spent. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he came again, releasing a torrent of white fluid into her depths.
By morning, Seth had fucked my sister five times and then handed me a wad of ten thousand rupees.
That’s how it happened, friends. I sold my own sister for money, earning two lakh rupees to pay for her tuition fees. Now she is happily pursuing her education.