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Hey guys, sorry for the delay, was caught up with work. So I’ll first of all begin by thanking you all, ladies and gents of reddit, for the amazing response to both the parts of this story. 

Keep showing the love, I don’t care if you guys upvote this or not I just want you all to enjoy this story because this story has got me so invested personally. Also to all the people I couldn’t reply to, my DM’s are flooded but I’ll try to reach out to as many people as I can. 

If you haven’t gone through the first two parts, here are the links: 

PART-1: https://www.reddit.com/u/New\_Professor\_7137/s/y9LK21qJe6 

PART-2: https://www.reddit.com/u/New\_Professor\_7137/s/WKB6NVxe34 

Enjoy, goon over it, and let me know how you like it. 

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As Radhika stepped inside the small, dim lit room Raza shut the door behind her. The single tube light overhead buzzed and flickered, casting a dull yellow glow over everything. The bed was made of old wood which looked like it was at least 20 years old, the sheet stained with wet and crusty patches telling about the conditions she didn’t want to imagine, it looked like what not must have happened on the bed and it wasn’t washed.. ever. Cockroaches crawled near the Indian-style toilet in the corner, which was just separated by a thin door with no latch. 

The entire room smelled of such foul smell that was way beneath the class of Radhika, she had never been in such a surrounding.. it smelled of sweat, cheap whiskey, gutka, piss, and something sour that made her cover her nose on instinct. A half-empty bottle along with a couple of glasses and some chakna was kept on a plastic table which Raza was having, probably waiting for the randi he had ordered.

Radhika slowly entered the room, still fully dressed, grabbing on to her tote bag. Her expensive white top and black trousers felt ridiculous here. This was not a fantasy anymore. This was real. The smell, the dirt… everything pressed in on her. 

‘What the hell am I doing in this filthy hole? I should turn around right now. I can still leave. No one will ever know I came this far.’ She thought to herself.

Raza closed the distance in two steps, his huge frame towering over her. He didn’t touch her yet. He just looked her up and down slowly, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle that amused him.

Raza was a devout muslim man, who believed very strongly in the patriarchal concepts of women just being subservient to men. He was a part time mechanic and worked in a factory in the time that remained. From his looks and the way he spoke it was evident that he was very crass and violent. He was married twice, but both his wives had died mysteriously which he claimed was because of some illness but the one’s close to him knew that the reason was different.. the reason was him. And because of his violent tendencies and his strong built people did not mess with him. He had a strong liking for hindu women and girls, he loved the blasphemy that followed, degrading them, making them crave humiliation and making them his sluts. 

But in all his time he could only come across middle or lower middle class married women and college girls. So Raza was naturally perplexed seeing a rich looking fresh piece of meat like Radhika standing in front of him. 

He said in a blunt tone, stroking his chin,

“Tu toh ameerzadi lag rahi hai ekdum, tu yahan pe kya kar rahi hai… tujhe dekh ke toh aisa lagta hai ki tere ass paas naukar ghumte honge aur tu yahan mujhse chudne aayi hai?”

Radhika’s throat tightened. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Her voice came out small and shaky. 
“Mm.. Mujhe nahi pata, mai toh bas try karne aayi thi… kuch naya”

Raza laughed, “Kuch Naya? Ye sab kahani apne baap ko sunana, yahan mere saamne sach sach bata kyun aayi hai. Teri choot ki bhookh tujhe yahan leke aayi hai ya fir tu hai hi randi jisko mote lund se chudne ka shauk hai?” 

Radhika stayed silent, cheeks burning with shame. Raza stepped even closer, his body heat pressing against her. His breath smelled of gutka and cheap whiskey. “Bata, memsaab. Ya fir muh khulwana padega tera acche se?”

Radhika could only whisper in a hushed trembling tone, “Nahi… aisi baat nahi hai, mai pehli baar aayi hun aisi jagah. Aur kya bataun mai, mujhe bhi nahi pata” 

Raza noticed the posh South Delhi accent in her tone, something that he had only seen in movies or heard from his friends who were drivers and servants in rich elite households. He could not believe his luck. He could feel the bulge grow even bigger realizing that this might be the only chance in his life to get his hands on such a rich memsaab, and if he played his cards right he could perhaps get even more from this setting. 

He said “Chal andar aaja, apna bag wahan neeche rakh de kone me aur dono log ke liye peg bana.” His voice carried an air of authority that Radhika had never experienced in her life. Because of her father’s influence and the fact that she was an absolute beauty she had always had high class and rich men swarming her like flies, always treating her with care and caution and like a princess. Being ordered around by a foul smelling Muslim man, who she would never ever have allowed to even get close to her, was fucking with her brain, something she had never felt before. 

Radhika kept her bag near the side of the bed, as she did not want to keep it in the corner as it was stained and there were cockroaches roaming all around. 

She was a social drinker. At parties and gatherings she used to have a few glasses of alcohol but as soon as she looked at the cheap bottle kept on the table, she could not imagine herself ever drinking that shit. “Nahi.. Nahi mai daaru nahi peeti hun”

Raza took a seat on the sofa beside the table and said “Daaru nahi peeti hai.. Toh kya hua. Tu toh saali pehle kabhi aise chudi bhi nahi hai, aaj tu bohot saari cheeizein zindagi me pehli baar try karegi.” He ordered her to come near him and said “Chal natak mat kar aur do peg bana jaldi”

Radhika was scared of this vile and dirty man sitting in front of her and she did not want to anger him from the very start so she meekly came near and started pouring the cheap whiskey in two glasses, and then added water into it. 

“Shabaash, aaja idhar baith” Saying this Raza pulled her hands and made her sit beside her almost on his lap. Radhika felt her body lose balance as she fell into his lap, Raza took his right hand and ran it across her face while his left hand was grabbing her by her waist as he could feel her body heat and the wet top as she was sweating through this entire ordeal. “Glass utha” he ordered her, Radhika complied, she passed on one glass to Raza. 

Before she could pick up the second glass for herself, Raza stopped her and said “Muh khol” and pressed the glass to her lips. She turned her head away but Raza grabbed her jaw with his rough calloused hands and repeated “Muh khol, dawa hai ye ise peene se dard nahi hoga tujhe, aur maza aayega.” Saying this he forced a huge sip into her mouth. She reluctantly parted her lips. He tilted the glass and poured more into her mouth. Some spilled down her chin and onto her white top, leaving a wet stain that made her look messy and cheap.

Radhika coughed as soon as the glass left her lips, it was burning like hell, she had never in her life tasted this cheap alcohol. The first sip hit her head as it was so strong. Raza then took a gulp from the same glass and again went back to caressing her body. He came closer and sniffed her sweaty body “Itna ghabra kyu rahi hai, lagta hai pehle kisi mard ne tujhe chua nahi hai acche se, aaj ragad dunga tujhko mai.” 

The alcohol was working its charm on her body as she felt Raza’s hands now moving to her ass and the other hand moving to her breasts. He started fondling her breasts over her white top which was sticking to her body because of all the heat and her sweaty body. 

Radhika lifted her eyes to the cracked mirror on the opposite wall. She saw herself… elegant, expensive, still fully clothed, and this huge, bearded, muslim guy holding her like she was already his property.
Raza’s hands slid up and pressed her breasts firmly from over the clothes. He squeezed them hard, thumbs rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric and bra. 

Radhika tried to pull away. “Please… itni zor se nahi, thoda dheere kejiye.”

He ignored her and squeezed harder. “ Chup kar, tu khud aayi hai yahan pe, ab jaisa mai bolunga sirf waisa karegi. Teri jaisi ameer ghar ki randiyan upar se toh bohot seedhi banti hain, lekin ek baar mere jaise asli mard ke haath lag jayein toh saali kutiya ki tarah chudti hain.” His hands were continuously working over her nipples “Dekh kaise patthar ki tarah tight ho gayi hain teri chuchiyan” As he said this he twisted her nipples hard, making Radhika squirm like a bitch.  

After what seemed like forever, Raza grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face closer to his, and without giving any time he started kissing her. Radhika resisted because the stench and the taste were making her nauseous. It felt like Raza had not brushed his teeth in months, and the stench of gutka mixed with cheap whiskey was making it difficult for her to breathe. But Raza did not back down, he caught her hair in a tight grip and forced his tongue inside her mouth. 

Radhika could taste the mixture of his gutka laced spit and whiskey in her mouth, her body was convulsing but this feeling of the unknown was making something shift inside her head. When she agreed to this entire deal she had expected that the guy would simply just fuck her but here Raza was absolutely humiliating and degrading in ways she had never expected. He was slowly shredding every inch of her dignity step by step. 

As Raza was exploring her mouth he took her right hand and placed it on his cock over his lungi. Radhika panicked and quickly withdrew her hands, he got angry and broke the kiss then yanked her head behind, looking deep into her eyes Raza paused for a moment…. And then suddenly SMACK, he slapped her face hard. 

Radhika was stunned, tears forming on the side of her eyes, nobody… nobody had ever raised their hands on her, so this slap broke something inside her, she could not comprehend what just happened. Before she could react SMACK, another slap struck her left cheek. 

“Ahh!” Radhika cried out, pain shooting through her. “Please….” That’s all she could say. 

Raza looked at her with glaring eyes, “Poore ₹500 diye hain tere liye.. Tere nakhre jhelne ke liye nahi, jo mai bolunga wo karegi tu” 

He made her stand up and pushed her away “Kapde utaar” 

Radhika was so shell-shocked from getting slapped, her cheeks were burning red, and she Obeyed. She did not resist and started stripping. 

“Arre aise nahi memsaab, ruk..” Raza took the remote and turned on the TV, he surfed through a few channels and then stopped at one, as he turned the volume up. It was some cheap bhojpuri item song playing, “Chal ab naach aur nachte hue nangi ho” He slumped back onto the sofa and started drinking from his glass, his gaze fixed on her body. Radhika was utterly humiliated, he was treating her like a roadside whore, treating her like he got her from some brothel and now owned her. But she complied because the alcohol was taking its effect and being treated like this was slightly turning her on, though she could not show it outright, as the barrier of her elite class and ego would shatter, she was clinging on to the last shred of her dignity. 

Radhika slowly started swinging her body to the song playing in the background. She ran her hands over her body and then took off her white top, now standing in just her bra and her trousers. Slowly she then removed her trousers, it got stuck because her body was already a bit wet and sticky because of all the sweat but as it came off, she stood there in all her glory looking absolutely stunning like a goddess, and Raza on the other hand was looking like a beast about to devour her prey. 

He was enjoying watching Radhika struggle to dance while he sipped on his whiskey. As she stood in front of him in nothing but her undergarments, he said “Waah, kya khoob banaya hai khuda ne tujhe, tu toh saali kya mast maal hai, tujhe toh ragad ke chodunga aaj” He signalled her to come sit in his lap and Radhika left her expensive clothes on the dirty floor and came close. 

Raza pointed to her glass on the table and told her to bring it, she took the glass and sat in Raza’s lap. As soon as her soft skin touched against him, Raza could feel a jolt run inside his body, Radhika on the other hand let out a soft moan because this was the first time she had felt her body go through the sensations it was going through. Raza told her to take a sip, the alcohol was too strong and Radhika again started coughing as the whiskey went down her throat. “Aise thodi peete hain, acche se swaad leke pi” 

Raza then took a sip from his own glass and grabbed her, bringing her closer and then started kissing her. Spitting the whiskey straight into her mouth. Radhika could taste the whiskey going down her throat mixed with Raza’s gutka. The taste was horrendous but at that moment, somehow it did not taste that bad as she thought it would. Raza then with his left hand started fondling her breasts over her bra and with his right hand he was caressing her pussy from over her panties. They were damp, her mind might have resisted but her body was betraying her. Raza slid over her panties to the side and started rubbing her bare pussy. “Ouch..” Radhika let out a moan, slowly he started pushing the tip of his finger inside her shaved pussy… “Aah kya makhmali choot hai teri memsaab, aur itne nakhre dikha rahi thi, lekin teri choot toh kuch aur keh rahi hai” Saying this Raza took out his fingers and it was fucking dripping wet from her juices. 

Radhika was ashamed because Raza was showing her exactly what he thought of her, a fucking whore. He took his two dirty fingers and shoved them inside her mouth making her taste her own juices. She tasted salt, sweat and a taste of pussy juices. Raza was playing with her, he was spreading her mouth with his fingers, playing with her tongue, shoving them deep inside till she gagged and then taking them out he again thrust them inside her pussy. Raza repeated this entire process. Radhika’s mind was getting clouded, she could not form a single rational thought as her body was on the verge of it and suddenly Raza thrust his fingers for the fourth time inside her pussy straight from her mouth…. she came. She came hard all over his fingers. Radhika was panting heavily, she could not believe that she just came from being toyed with by his fingers. 

Her body fell onto Raza’s. He turned her slightly and started licking her body. He licked her flushed cheeks, her neck, then lifted her arms up and buried his face in her armpits. He licked them slowly and deeply, tasting her fresh sweat mixed with the last traces of her expensive perfume. “Aaahh, kya mast swaad hai tera” 

Radhika resisted “Please.. that’s disgusting, rukiye, wahan mat kariye” But he did not stop, he buried his face deep inside her armpits taking in the aroma, and licking it all the way until both her armpits were glistening with his spit. Her body, her face, even her mouth were covered in his spit and there were traces of the colour red from his gutka. 

He finally stepped back. He untied his dhoti. His cock sprang out…. thick, circumcised, heavy, measuring around 8 inches, the head already wet. It smelled strongly of piss and smegma. Radhika had never seen a Muslim cock in her life, let alone one that was this big. Her mind was racing with fear thinking that it would completely destroy her pussy if it went inside.

“Ghutne pe baith apne” he said, throwing her onto that dirty floor, her body touching the stained smelly floor. 

Radhika shook her head. “I can’t… please.”

Raza grabbed her hair and forced her down. “Teri maa bhi choosegi aake saali, chal muh khol apna.” Saying this he slapped her face once again. 

She knelt, tears flowing down her cheeks, her mascara ruined and making a black streak on her face. “Upar tope se shuru kar”

She resisted a bit but gathered the courage and licked the salty head. As soon as her tongue touched it, Raza’s cock twitched, he was in heaven, he could not believe the feeling of having the mouth of a rich hindu girl around his cock. The smell was overpowering but Radhika pushed through, starting with the tip and she then wrapped her mouth around his cock and started moving up and down slowly, trying to fit in as much as she could. Raza was moaning and abusing her at the same time. He pushed her lower. “Tatte bhi chaat mere.”

By this time she had already accepted her fate and she moved her head lower and started licking his hairy balls, the taste was bitter and sweaty. She had never licked someone’s balls, even with her boyfriend she had only tried blowjob once or twice but never liked the taste of it, so her boyfriend accepted her feelings and did not force her. But here she was licking the sweaty hairy balls of this low class muslim man while his cock rested on her face. Raza groaned. “Aah, aur acche se chaat, teri maa ne tujhe sikhaya nahi hai kuch.” he grabbed her hair and pushed her face deep towards his balls. Then he again brought her face towards his cock and started shoving deep inside her mouth. 

Radhika started banging her hands against his body because she was suffocating and was struggling to breathe. The cock was way too big for her, and she could only go till halfway, but Raza was forcing her throat even deeper. All that was echoing in the room was the cheap item songs playing in the background and “Gwak…gwak…gwak” sounds of Radhika choking on his massive cock. Spit was drooling from her mouth down to her chin and dripping onto her breasts. She was a mess.

When she was gasping and crying, he pulled her up by the hair and again took a sip of his whiskey and spat it inside her mouth. After a few minutes of such intense throat fucking he grabbed her hair roughly, pushed her face deep onto his cock making her choke and with a huge groan he shot his load inside her mouth. 

Radhika was struggling and crying but he did not let her go till he had emptied his balls inside her mouth and he made sure that not even a single drop was spilt on the floor. After about 30 seconds of holding her like that Raza let go. Radhika started gasping for air, breathing heavily trying to get the bitter taste out of her mouth, coughing and panting as she fell onto that dirty floor. 

Raza looked down at her tear filled, make up ruined, mixed with spit, red-slapped face.. grabbed her by her hair and whispered, “Tu toh badi tasty maal hai, kaisa laga mera swaad, abhi toh shuruaat hui hai, ab asli chudayi shuru hogi, aaj agar tujhe poori randi nahi bana diya toh mera naam bhi Raza nahi.” He looked deep into her eyes, and it was clear to Radhika that he meant every single word he said. 

Hey guys, sorry for the delay, was caught up with work. So I’ll first of all begin by thanking you all, ladies and gents of reddit, for the amazing response to both the parts of this story. 

Keep showing the love, I don’t care if you guys upvote this or not I just want you all to enjoy this story because this story has got me so invested personally. Also to all the people I couldn’t reply to, my DM’s are flooded but I’ll try to reach out to as many people as I can. 

If you haven’t gone through the first two parts, here are the links: 

PART-1: https://www.reddit.com/u/New_Professor_7137/s/y9LK21qJe6 

PART-2: https://www.reddit.com/u/New_Professor_7137/s/WKB6NVxe34 

Enjoy, goon over it, and let me know how you like it. 

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As Radhika stepped inside the small, dim lit room Raza shut the door behind her. The single tube light overhead buzzed and flickered, casting a dull yellow glow over everything. The bed was made of old wood which looked like it was at least 20 years old, the sheet stained with wet and crusty patches telling about the conditions she didn’t want to imagine, it looked like what not must have happened on the bed and it wasn’t washed.. ever. Cockroaches crawled near the Indian-style toilet in the corner, which was just separated by a thin door with no latch. 

The entire room smelled of such foul smell that was way beneath the class of Radhika, she had never been in such a surrounding.. it smelled of sweat, cheap whiskey, gutka, piss, and something sour that made her cover her nose on instinct. A half-empty bottle along with a couple of glasses and some chakna was kept on a plastic table which Raza was having, probably waiting for the randi he had ordered.

Radhika slowly entered the room, still fully dressed, grabbing on to her tote bag. Her expensive white top and black trousers felt ridiculous here. This was not a fantasy anymore. This was real. The smell, the dirt… everything pressed in on her. 

‘What the hell am I doing in this filthy hole? I should turn around right now. I can still leave. No one will ever know I came this far.’ She thought to herself.

Raza closed the distance in two steps, his huge frame towering over her. He didn’t touch her yet. He just looked her up and down slowly, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle that amused him.

Raza was a devout muslim man, who believed very strongly in the patriarchal concepts of women just being subservient to men. He was a part time mechanic and worked in a factory in the time that remained. From his looks and the way he spoke it was evident that he was very crass and violent. He was married twice, but both his wives had died mysteriously which he claimed was because of some illness but the one’s close to him knew that the reason was different.. the reason was him. And because of his violent tendencies and his strong built people did not mess with him. He had a strong liking for hindu women and girls, he loved the blasphemy that followed, degrading them, making them crave humiliation and making them his sluts. 

But in all his time he could only come across middle or lower middle class married women and college girls. So Raza was naturally perplexed seeing a rich looking fresh piece of meat like Radhika standing in front of him. 

He said in a blunt tone, stroking his chin,

“Tu toh ameerzadi lag rahi hai ekdum, tu yahan pe kya kar rahi hai… tujhe dekh ke toh aisa lagta hai ki tere ass paas naukar ghumte honge aur tu yahan mujhse chudne aayi hai?”

Radhika’s throat tightened. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Her voice came out small and shaky. 
“Mm.. Mujhe nahi pata, mai toh bas try karne aayi thi… kuch naya”

Raza laughed, “Kuch Naya? Ye sab kahani apne baap ko sunana, yahan mere saamne sach sach bata kyun aayi hai. Teri choot ki bhookh tujhe yahan leke aayi hai ya fir tu hai hi randi jisko mote lund se chudne ka shauk hai?” 

Radhika stayed silent, cheeks burning with shame. Raza stepped even closer, his body heat pressing against her. His breath smelled of gutka and cheap whiskey. “Bata, memsaab. Ya fir muh khulwana padega tera acche se?”

Radhika could only whisper in a hushed trembling tone, “Nahi… aisi baat nahi hai, mai pehli baar aayi hun aisi jagah. Aur kya bataun mai, mujhe bhi nahi pata” 

Raza noticed the posh South Delhi accent in her tone, something that he had only seen in movies or heard from his friends who were drivers and servants in rich elite households. He could not believe his luck. He could feel the bulge grow even bigger realizing that this might be the only chance in his life to get his hands on such a rich memsaab, and if he played his cards right he could perhaps get even more from this setting. 

He said “Chal andar aaja, apna bag wahan neeche rakh de kone me aur dono log ke liye peg bana.” His voice carried an air of authority that Radhika had never experienced in her life. Because of her father’s influence and the fact that she was an absolute beauty she had always had high class and rich men swarming her like flies, always treating her with care and caution and like a princess. Being ordered around by a foul smelling Muslim man, who she would never ever have allowed to even get close to her, was fucking with her brain, something she had never felt before. 

Radhika kept her bag near the side of the bed, as she did not want to keep it in the corner as it was stained and there were cockroaches roaming all around. 

She was a social drinker. At parties and gatherings she used to have a few glasses of alcohol but as soon as she looked at the cheap bottle kept on the table, she could not imagine herself ever drinking that shit. “Nahi.. Nahi mai daaru nahi peeti hun”

Raza took a seat on the sofa beside the table and said “Daaru nahi peeti hai.. Toh kya hua. Tu toh saali pehle kabhi aise chudi bhi nahi hai, aaj tu bohot saari cheeizein zindagi me pehli baar try karegi.” He ordered her to come near him and said “Chal natak mat kar aur do peg bana jaldi”

Radhika was scared of this vile and dirty man sitting in front of her and she did not want to anger him from the very start so she meekly came near and started pouring the cheap whiskey in two glasses, and then added water into it. 

“Shabaash, aaja idhar baith” Saying this Raza pulled her hands and made her sit beside her almost on his lap. Radhika felt her body lose balance as she fell into his lap, Raza took his right hand and ran it across her face while his left hand was grabbing her by her waist as he could feel her body heat and the wet top as she was sweating through this entire ordeal. “Glass utha” he ordered her, Radhika complied, she passed on one glass to Raza. 

Before she could pick up the second glass for herself, Raza stopped her and said “Muh khol” and pressed the glass to her lips. She turned her head away but Raza grabbed her jaw with his rough calloused hands and repeated “Muh khol, dawa hai ye ise peene se dard nahi hoga tujhe, aur maza aayega.” Saying this he forced a huge sip into her mouth. She reluctantly parted her lips. He tilted the glass and poured more into her mouth. Some spilled down her chin and onto her white top, leaving a wet stain that made her look messy and cheap.

Radhika coughed as soon as the glass left her lips, it was burning like hell, she had never in her life tasted this cheap alcohol. The first sip hit her head as it was so strong. Raza then took a gulp from the same glass and again went back to caressing her body. He came closer and sniffed her sweaty body “Itna ghabra kyu rahi hai, lagta hai pehle kisi mard ne tujhe chua nahi hai acche se, aaj ragad dunga tujhko mai.” 

The alcohol was working its charm on her body as she felt Raza’s hands now moving to her ass and the other hand moving to her breasts. He started fondling her breasts over her white top which was sticking to her body because of all the heat and her sweaty body. 

Radhika lifted her eyes to the cracked mirror on the opposite wall. She saw herself… elegant, expensive, still fully clothed, and this huge, bearded, muslim guy holding her like she was already his property.
Raza’s hands slid up and pressed her breasts firmly from over the clothes. He squeezed them hard, thumbs rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric and bra. 

Radhika tried to pull away. “Please… itni zor se nahi, thoda dheere kejiye.”

He ignored her and squeezed harder. “ Chup kar, tu khud aayi hai yahan pe, ab jaisa mai bolunga sirf waisa karegi. Teri jaisi ameer ghar ki randiyan upar se toh bohot seedhi banti hain, lekin ek baar mere jaise asli mard ke haath lag jayein toh saali kutiya ki tarah chudti hain.” His hands were continuously working over her nipples “Dekh kaise patthar ki tarah tight ho gayi hain teri chuchiyan” As he said this he twisted her nipples hard, making Radhika squirm like a bitch.  

After what seemed like forever, Raza grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face closer to his, and without giving any time he started kissing her. Radhika resisted because the stench and the taste were making her nauseous. It felt like Raza had not brushed his teeth in months, and the stench of gutka mixed with cheap whiskey was making it difficult for her to breathe. But Raza did not back down, he caught her hair in a tight grip and forced his tongue inside her mouth. 

Radhika could taste the mixture of his gutka laced spit and whiskey in her mouth, her body was convulsing but this feeling of the unknown was making something shift inside her head. When she agreed to this entire deal she had expected that the guy would simply just fuck her but here Raza was absolutely humiliating and degrading in ways she had never expected. He was slowly shredding every inch of her dignity step by step. 

As Raza was exploring her mouth he took her right hand and placed it on his cock over his lungi. Radhika panicked and quickly withdrew her hands, he got angry and broke the kiss then yanked her head behind, looking deep into her eyes Raza paused for a moment…. And then suddenly SMACK, he slapped her face hard. 

Radhika was stunned, tears forming on the side of her eyes, nobody… nobody had ever raised their hands on her, so this slap broke something inside her, she could not comprehend what just happened. Before she could react SMACK, another slap struck her left cheek. 

“Ahh!” Radhika cried out, pain shooting through her. “Please….” That’s all she could say. 

Raza looked at her with glaring eyes, “Poore ₹500 diye hain tere liye.. Tere nakhre jhelne ke liye nahi, jo mai bolunga wo karegi tu” 

He made her stand up and pushed her away “Kapde utaar” 

Radhika was so shell-shocked from getting slapped, her cheeks were burning red, and she Obeyed. She did not resist and started stripping. 

“Arre aise nahi memsaab, ruk..” Raza took the remote and turned on the TV, he surfed through a few channels and then stopped at one, as he turned the volume up. It was some cheap bhojpuri item song playing, “Chal ab naach aur nachte hue nangi ho” He slumped back onto the sofa and started drinking from his glass, his gaze fixed on her body. Radhika was utterly humiliated, he was treating her like a roadside whore, treating her like he got her from some brothel and now owned her. But she complied because the alcohol was taking its effect and being treated like this was slightly turning her on, though she could not show it outright, as the barrier of her elite class and ego would shatter, she was clinging on to the last shred of her dignity. 

Radhika slowly started swinging her body to the song playing in the background. She ran her hands over her body and then took off her white top, now standing in just her bra and her trousers. Slowly she then removed her trousers, it got stuck because her body was already a bit wet and sticky because of all the sweat but as it came off, she stood there in all her glory looking absolutely stunning like a goddess, and Raza on the other hand was looking like a beast about to devour her prey. 

He was enjoying watching Radhika struggle to dance while he sipped on his whiskey. As she stood in front of him in nothing but her undergarments, he said “Waah, kya khoob banaya hai khuda ne tujhe, tu toh saali kya mast maal hai, tujhe toh ragad ke chodunga aaj” He signalled her to come sit in his lap and Radhika left her expensive clothes on the dirty floor and came close. 

Raza pointed to her glass on the table and told her to bring it, she took the glass and sat in Raza’s lap. As soon as her soft skin touched against him, Raza could feel a jolt run inside his body, Radhika on the other hand let out a soft moan because this was the first time she had felt her body go through the sensations it was going through. Raza told her to take a sip, the alcohol was too strong and Radhika again started coughing as the whiskey went down her throat. “Aise thodi peete hain, acche se swaad leke pi” 

Raza then took a sip from his own glass and grabbed her, bringing her closer and then started kissing her. Spitting the whiskey straight into her mouth. Radhika could taste the whiskey going down her throat mixed with Raza’s gutka. The taste was horrendous but at that moment, somehow it did not taste that bad as she thought it would. Raza then with his left hand started fondling her breasts over her bra and with his right hand he was caressing her pussy from over her panties. They were damp, her mind might have resisted but her body was betraying her. Raza slid over her panties to the side and started rubbing her bare pussy. “Ouch..” Radhika let out a moan, slowly he started pushing the tip of his finger inside her shaved pussy… “Aah kya makhmali choot hai teri memsaab, aur itne nakhre dikha rahi thi, lekin teri choot toh kuch aur keh rahi hai” Saying this Raza took out his fingers and it was fucking dripping wet from her juices. 

Radhika was ashamed because Raza was showing her exactly what he thought of her, a fucking whore. He took his two dirty fingers and shoved them inside her mouth making her taste her own juices. She tasted salt, sweat and a taste of pussy juices. Raza was playing with her, he was spreading her mouth with his fingers, playing with her tongue, shoving them deep inside till she gagged and then taking them out he again thrust them inside her pussy. Raza repeated this entire process. Radhika’s mind was getting clouded, she could not form a single rational thought as her body was on the verge of it and suddenly Raza thrust his fingers for the fourth time inside her pussy straight from her mouth…. she came. She came hard all over his fingers. Radhika was panting heavily, she could not believe that she just came from being toyed with by his fingers. 

Her body fell onto Raza’s. He turned her slightly and started licking her body. He licked her flushed cheeks, her neck, then lifted her arms up and buried his face in her armpits. He licked them slowly and deeply, tasting her fresh sweat mixed with the last traces of her expensive perfume. “Aaahh, kya mast swaad hai tera” 

Radhika resisted “Please.. that’s disgusting, rukiye, wahan mat kariye” But he did not stop, he buried his face deep inside her armpits taking in the aroma, and licking it all the way until both her armpits were glistening with his spit. Her body, her face, even her mouth were covered in his spit and there were traces of the colour red from his gutka. 

He finally stepped back. He untied his dhoti. His cock sprang out…. thick, circumcised, heavy, measuring around 8 inches, the head already wet. It smelled strongly of piss and smegma. Radhika had never seen a Muslim cock in her life, let alone one that was this big. Her mind was racing with fear thinking that it would completely destroy her pussy if it went inside.

“Ghutne pe baith apne” he said, throwing her onto that dirty floor, her body touching the stained smelly floor. 

Radhika shook her head. “I can’t… please.”

Raza grabbed her hair and forced her down. “Teri maa bhi choosegi aake saali, chal muh khol apna.” Saying this he slapped her face once again. 

She knelt, tears flowing down her cheeks, her mascara ruined and making a black streak on her face. “Upar tope se shuru kar”

She resisted a bit but gathered the courage and licked the salty head. As soon as her tongue touched it, Raza’s cock twitched, he was in heaven, he could not believe the feeling of having the mouth of a rich hindu girl around his cock. The smell was overpowering but Radhika pushed through, starting with the tip and she then wrapped her mouth around his cock and started moving up and down slowly, trying to fit in as much as she could. Raza was moaning and abusing her at the same time. He pushed her lower. “Tatte bhi chaat mere.”

By this time she had already accepted her fate and she moved her head lower and started licking his hairy balls, the taste was bitter and sweaty. She had never licked someone’s balls, even with her boyfriend she had only tried blowjob once or twice but never liked the taste of it, so her boyfriend accepted her feelings and did not force her. But here she was licking the sweaty hairy balls of this low class muslim man while his cock rested on her face. Raza groaned. “Aah, aur acche se chaat, teri maa ne tujhe sikhaya nahi hai kuch.” he grabbed her hair and pushed her face deep towards his balls. Then he again brought her face towards his cock and started shoving deep inside her mouth. 

Radhika started banging her hands against his body because she was suffocating and was struggling to breathe. The cock was way too big for her, and she could only go till halfway, but Raza was forcing her throat even deeper. All that was echoing in the room was the cheap item songs playing in the background and “Gwak…gwak…gwak” sounds of Radhika choking on his massive cock. Spit was drooling from her mouth down to her chin and dripping onto her breasts. She was a mess.

When she was gasping and crying, he pulled her up by the hair and again took a sip of his whiskey and spat it inside her mouth. After a few minutes of such intense throat fucking he grabbed her hair roughly, pushed her face deep onto his cock making her choke and with a huge groan he shot his load inside her mouth. 

Radhika was struggling and crying but he did not let her go till he had emptied his balls inside her mouth and he made sure that not even a single drop was spilt on the floor. After about 30 seconds of holding her like that Raza let go. Radhika started gasping for air, breathing heavily trying to get the bitter taste out of her mouth, coughing and panting as she fell onto that dirty floor. 

Raza looked down at her tear filled, make up ruined, mixed with spit, red-slapped face.. grabbed her by her hair and whispered, “Tu toh badi tasty maal hai, kaisa laga mera swaad, abhi toh shuruaat hui hai, ab asli chudayi shuru hogi, aaj agar tujhe poori randi nahi bana diya toh mera naam bhi Raza nahi.” He looked deep into her eyes, and it was clear to Radhika that he meant every single word he said. 

The real game was about to begin.

Hey guys, sorry for the delay, was caught up with work. So I’ll first of all begin by thanking you all, ladies and gents of reddit, for the amazing response to both the parts of this story. 

Keep showing the love, I don’t care if you guys upvote this or not I just want you all to enjoy this story because this story has got me so invested personally. Also to all the people I couldn’t reply to, my DM’s are flooded but I’ll try to reach out to as many people as I can. 

If you haven’t gone through the first two parts, here are the links: 

PART-1: https://www.reddit.com/u/New_Professor_7137/s/y9LK21qJe6 

PART-2: https://www.reddit.com/u/New_Professor_7137/s/WKB6NVxe34 

Enjoy, goon over it, and let me know how you like it. 

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As Radhika stepped inside the small, dim lit room Raza shut the door behind her. The single tube light overhead buzzed and flickered, casting a dull yellow glow over everything. The bed was made of old wood which looked like it was at least 20 years old, the sheet stained with wet and crusty patches telling about the conditions she didn’t want to imagine, it looked like what not must have happened on the bed and it wasn’t washed.. ever. Cockroaches crawled near the Indian-style toilet in the corner, which was just separated by a thin door with no latch. 

The entire room smelled of such foul smell that was way beneath the class of Radhika, she had never been in such a surrounding.. it smelled of sweat, cheap whiskey, gutka, piss, and something sour that made her cover her nose on instinct. A half-empty bottle along with a couple of glasses and some chakna was kept on a plastic table which Raza was having, probably waiting for the randi he had ordered.

Radhika slowly entered the room, still fully dressed, grabbing on to her tote bag. Her expensive white top and black trousers felt ridiculous here. This was not a fantasy anymore. This was real. The smell, the dirt… everything pressed in on her. 

‘What the hell am I doing in this filthy hole? I should turn around right now. I can still leave. No one will ever know I came this far.’ She thought to herself.

Raza closed the distance in two steps, his huge frame towering over her. He didn’t touch her yet. He just looked her up and down slowly, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle that amused him.

Raza was a devout muslim man, who believed very strongly in the patriarchal concepts of women just being subservient to men. He was a part time mechanic and worked in a factory in the time that remained. From his looks and the way he spoke it was evident that he was very crass and violent. He was married twice, but both his wives had died mysteriously which he claimed was because of some illness but the one’s close to him knew that the reason was different.. the reason was him. And because of his violent tendencies and his strong built people did not mess with him. He had a strong liking for H women and girls, he loved the blasphemy that followed, degrading them, making them crave humiliation and making them his sluts. 

But in all his time he could only come across middle or lower middle class married women and college girls. So Raza was naturally perplexed seeing a rich looking fresh piece of meat like Radhika standing in front of him. 

He said in a blunt tone, stroking his chin,

“Tu toh ameerzadi lag rahi hai ekdum, tu yahan pe kya kar rahi hai… tujhe dekh ke toh aisa lagta hai ki tere ass paas naukar ghumte honge aur tu yahan mujhse chudne aayi hai?”

Radhika’s throat tightened. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Her voice came out small and shaky. 
“Mm.. Mujhe nahi pata, mai toh bas try karne aayi thi… kuch naya”

Raza laughed, “Kuch Naya? Ye sab kahani apne baap ko sunana, yahan mere saamne sach sach bata kyun aayi hai. Teri choot ki bhookh tujhe yahan leke aayi hai ya fir tu hai hi randi jisko mote lund se chudne ka shauk hai?” 

Radhika stayed silent, cheeks burning with shame. Raza stepped even closer, his body heat pressing against her. His breath smelled of gutka and cheap whiskey. “Bata, memsaab. Ya fir muh khulwana padega tera acche se?”

Radhika could only whisper in a hushed trembling tone, “Nahi… aisi baat nahi hai, mai pehli baar aayi hun aisi jagah. Aur kya bataun mai, mujhe bhi nahi pata” 

Raza noticed the posh South Delhi accent in her tone, something that he had only seen in movies or heard from his friends who were drivers and servants in rich elite households. He could not believe his luck. He could feel the bulge grow even bigger realizing that this might be the only chance in his life to get his hands on such a rich memsaab, and if he played his cards right he could perhaps get even more from this setting. 

He said “Chal andar aaja, apna bag wahan neeche rakh de kone me aur dono log ke liye peg bana.” His voice carried an air of authority that Radhika had never experienced in her life. Because of her father’s influence and the fact that she was an absolute beauty she had always had high class and rich men swarming her like flies, always treating her with care and caution and like a princess. Being ordered around by a foul smelling Muslim man, who she would never ever have allowed to even get close to her, was fucking with her brain, something she had never felt before. 

Radhika kept her bag near the side of the bed, as she did not want to keep it in the corner as it was stained and there were cockroaches roaming all around. 

She was a social drinker. At parties and gatherings she used to have a few glasses of alcohol but as soon as she looked at the cheap bottle kept on the table, she could not imagine herself ever drinking that shit. “Nahi.. Nahi mai daaru nahi peeti hun”

Raza took a seat on the sofa beside the table and said “Daaru nahi peeti hai.. Toh kya hua. Tu toh saali pehle kabhi aise chudi bhi nahi hai, aaj tu bohot saari cheeizein zindagi me pehli baar try karegi.” He ordered her to come near him and said “Chal natak mat kar aur do peg bana jaldi”

Radhika was scared of this vile and dirty man sitting in front of her and she did not want to anger him from the very start so she meekly came near and started pouring the cheap whiskey in two glasses, and then added water into it. 

“Shabaash, aaja idhar baith” Saying this Raza pulled her hands and made her sit beside her almost on his lap. Radhika felt her body lose balance as she fell into his lap, Raza took his right hand and ran it across her face while his left hand was grabbing her by her waist as he could feel her body heat and the wet top as she was sweating through this entire ordeal. “Glass utha” he ordered her, Radhika complied, she passed on one glass to Raza. 

Before she could pick up the second glass for herself, Raza stopped her and said “Muh khol” and pressed the glass to her lips. She turned her head away but Raza grabbed her jaw with his rough calloused hands and repeated “Muh khol, dawa hai ye ise peene se dard nahi hoga tujhe, aur maza aayega.” Saying this he forced a huge sip into her mouth. She reluctantly parted her lips. He tilted the glass and poured more into her mouth. Some spilled down her chin and onto her white top, leaving a wet stain that made her look messy and cheap.

Radhika coughed as soon as the glass left her lips, it was burning like hell, she had never in her life tasted this cheap alcohol. The first sip hit her head as it was so strong. Raza then took a gulp from the same glass and again went back to caressing her body. He came closer and sniffed her sweaty body “Itna ghabra kyu rahi hai, lagta hai pehle kisi mard ne tujhe chua nahi hai acche se, aaj ragad dunga tujhko mai.” 

The alcohol was working its charm on her body as she felt Raza’s hands now moving to her ass and the other hand moving to her breasts. He started fondling her breasts over her white top which was sticking to her body because of all the heat and her sweaty body. 

Radhika lifted her eyes to the cracked mirror on the opposite wall. She saw herself… elegant, expensive, still fully clothed, and this huge, bearded, muslim guy holding her like she was already his property.
Raza’s hands slid up and pressed her breasts firmly from over the clothes. He squeezed them hard, thumbs rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric and bra. 

Radhika tried to pull away. “Please… itni zor se nahi, thoda dheere kejiye.”

He ignored her and squeezed harder. “ Chup kar, tu khud aayi hai yahan pe, ab jaisa mai bolunga sirf waisa karegi. Teri jaisi ameer ghar ki randiyan upar se toh bohot seedhi banti hain, lekin ek baar mere jaise asli mard ke haath lag jayein toh saali kutiya ki tarah chudti hain.” His hands were continuously working over her nipples “Dekh kaise patthar ki tarah tight ho gayi hain teri chuchiyan” As he said this he twisted her nipples hard, making Radhika squirm like a bitch.  

After what seemed like forever, Raza grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face closer to his, and without giving any time he started kissing her. Radhika resisted because the stench and the taste were making her nauseous. It felt like Raza had not brushed his teeth in months, and the stench of gutka mixed with cheap whiskey was making it difficult for her to breathe. But Raza did not back down, he caught her hair in a tight grip and forced his tongue inside her mouth. 

Radhika could taste the mixture of his gutka laced spit and whiskey in her mouth, her body was convulsing but this feeling of the unknown was making something shift inside her head. When she agreed to this entire deal she had expected that the guy would simply just fuck her but here Raza was absolutely humiliating and degrading in ways she had never expected. He was slowly shredding every inch of her dignity step by step. 

As Raza was exploring her mouth he took her right hand and placed it on his cock over his lungi. Radhika panicked and quickly withdrew her hands, he got angry and broke the kiss then yanked her head behind, looking deep into her eyes Raza paused for a moment…. And then suddenly SMACK, he slapped her face hard. 

Radhika was stunned, tears forming on the side of her eyes, nobody… nobody had ever raised their hands on her, so this slap broke something inside her, she could not comprehend what just happened. Before she could react SMACK, another slap struck her left cheek. 

“Ahh!” Radhika cried out, pain shooting through her. “Please….” That’s all she could say. 

Raza looked at her with glaring eyes, “Poore ₹500 diye hain tere liye.. Tere nakhre jhelne ke liye nahi, jo mai bolunga wo karegi tu” 

He made her stand up and pushed her away “Kapde utaar” 

Radhika was so shell-shocked from getting slapped, her cheeks were burning red, and she Obeyed. She did not resist and started stripping. 

“Arre aise nahi memsaab, ruk..” Raza took the remote and turned on the TV, he surfed through a few channels and then stopped at one, as he turned the volume up. It was some cheap bhojpuri item song playing, “Chal ab naach aur nachte hue nangi ho” He slumped back onto the sofa and started drinking from his glass, his gaze fixed on her body. Radhika was utterly humiliated, he was treating her like a roadside whore, treating her like he got her from some brothel and now owned her. But she complied because the alcohol was taking its effect and being treated like this was slightly turning her on, though she could not show it outright, as the barrier of her elite class and ego would shatter, she was clinging on to the last shred of her dignity. 

Radhika slowly started swinging her body to the song playing in the background. She ran her hands over her body and then took off her white top, now standing in just her bra and her trousers. Slowly she then removed her trousers, it got stuck because her body was already a bit wet and sticky because of all the sweat but as it came off, she stood there in all her glory looking absolutely stunning like a goddess, and Raza on the other hand was looking like a beast about to devour her prey. 

He was enjoying watching Radhika struggle to dance while he sipped on his whiskey. As she stood in front of him in nothing but her undergarments, he said “Waah, kya khoob banaya hai khuda ne tujhe, tu toh saali kya mast maal hai, tujhe toh ragad ke chodunga aaj” He signalled her to come sit in his lap and Radhika left her expensive clothes on the dirty floor and came close. 

Raza pointed to her glass on the table and told her to bring it, she took the glass and sat in Raza’s lap. As soon as her soft skin touched against him, Raza could feel a jolt run inside his body, Radhika on the other hand let out a soft moan because this was the first time she had felt her body go through the sensations it was going through. Raza told her to take a sip, the alcohol was too strong and Radhika again started coughing as the whiskey went down her throat. “Aise thodi peete hain, acche se swaad leke pi” 

Raza then took a sip from his own glass and grabbed her, bringing her closer and then started kissing her. Spitting the whiskey straight into her mouth. Radhika could taste the whiskey going down her throat mixed with Raza’s gutka. The taste was horrendous but at that moment, somehow it did not taste that bad as she thought it would. Raza then with his left hand started fondling her breasts over her bra and with his right hand he was caressing her pussy from over her panties. They were damp, her mind might have resisted but her body was betraying her. Raza slid over her panties to the side and started rubbing her bare pussy. “Ouch..” Radhika let out a moan, slowly he started pushing the tip of his finger inside her shaved pussy… “Aah kya makhmali choot hai teri memsaab, aur itne nakhre dikha rahi thi, lekin teri choot toh kuch aur keh rahi hai” Saying this Raza took out his fingers and it was fucking dripping wet from her juices. 

Radhika was ashamed because Raza was showing her exactly what he thought of her, a fucking whore. He took his two dirty fingers and shoved them inside her mouth making her taste her own juices. She tasted salt, sweat and a taste of pussy juices. Raza was playing with her, he was spreading her mouth with his fingers, playing with her tongue, shoving them deep inside till she gagged and then taking them out he again thrust them inside her pussy. Raza repeated this entire process. Radhika’s mind was getting clouded, she could not form a single rational thought as her body was on the verge of it and suddenly Raza thrust his fingers for the fourth time inside her pussy straight from her mouth…. she came. She came hard all over his fingers. Radhika was panting heavily, she could not believe that she just came from being toyed with by his fingers. 

Her body fell onto Raza’s. He turned her slightly and started licking her body. He licked her flushed cheeks, her neck, then lifted her arms up and buried his face in her armpits. He licked them slowly and deeply, tasting her fresh sweat mixed with the last traces of her expensive perfume. “Aaahh, kya mast swaad hai tera” 

Radhika resisted “Please.. that’s disgusting, rukiye, wahan mat kariye” But he did not stop, he buried his face deep inside her armpits taking in the aroma, and licking it all the way until both her armpits were glistening with his spit. Her body, her face, even her mouth were covered in his spit and there were traces of the colour red from his gutka. 

He finally stepped back. He untied his dhoti. His cock sprang out…. thick, circumcised, heavy, measuring around 8 inches, the head already wet. It smelled strongly of piss and smegma. Radhika had never seen a Muslim cock in her life, let alone one that was this big. Her mind was racing with fear thinking that it would completely destroy her pussy if it went inside.

“Ghutne pe baith apne” he said, throwing her onto that dirty floor, her body touching the stained smelly floor. 

Radhika shook her head. “I can’t… please.”

Raza grabbed her hair and forced her down. “Teri maa bhi choosegi aake saali, chal muh khol apna.” Saying this he slapped her face once again. 

She knelt, tears flowing down her cheeks, her mascara ruined and making a black streak on her face. “Upar tope se shuru kar”

She resisted a bit but gathered the courage and licked the salty head. As soon as her tongue touched it, Raza’s cock twitched, he was in heaven, he could not believe the feeling of having the mouth of a rich H girl around his cock. The smell was overpowering but Radhika pushed through, starting with the tip and she then wrapped her mouth around his cock and started moving up and down slowly, trying to fit in as much as she could. Raza was moaning and abusing her at the same time. He pushed her lower. “Tatte bhi chaat mere.”

By this time she had already accepted her fate and she moved her head lower and started licking his hairy balls, the taste was bitter and sweaty. She had never licked someone’s balls, even with her boyfriend she had only tried blowjob once or twice but never liked the taste of it, so her boyfriend accepted her feelings and did not force her. But here she was licking the sweaty hairy balls of this low class muslim man while his cock rested on her face. Raza groaned. “Aah, aur acche se chaat, teri maa ne tujhe sikhaya nahi hai kuch.” he grabbed her hair and pushed her face deep towards his balls. Then he again brought her face towards his cock and started shoving deep inside her mouth. 

Radhika started banging her hands against his body because she was suffocating and was struggling to breathe. The cock was way too big for her, and she could only go till halfway, but Raza was forcing her throat even deeper. All that was echoing in the room was the cheap item songs playing in the background and “Gwak…gwak…gwak” sounds of Radhika choking on his massive cock. Spit was drooling from her mouth down to her chin and dripping onto her breasts. She was a mess.

When she was gasping and crying, he pulled her up by the hair and again took a sip of his whiskey and spat it inside her mouth. After a few minutes of such intense throat fucking he grabbed her hair roughly, pushed her face deep onto his cock making her choke and with a huge groan he shot his load inside her mouth. 

Radhika was struggling and crying but he did not let her go till he had emptied his balls inside her mouth and he made sure that not even a single drop was spilt on the floor. After about 30 seconds of holding her like that Raza let go. Radhika started gasping for air, breathing heavily trying to get the bitter taste out of her mouth, coughing and panting as she fell onto that dirty floor. 

Raza looked down at her tear filled, make up ruined, mixed with spit, red-slapped face.. grabbed her by her hair and whispered, “Tu toh badi tasty maal hai, kaisa laga mera swaad, abhi toh shuruaat hui hai, ab asli chudayi shuru hogi, aaj agar tujhe poori randi nahi bana diya toh mera naam bhi Raza nahi.” He looked deep into her eyes, and it was clear to Radhika that he meant every single word he said. 

The real game was about to begin.

Hey guys, sorry for the delay, was caught up with work. So I’ll first of all begin by thanking you all, ladies and gents of reddit, for the amazing response to both the parts of this story. 

Keep showing the love, I don’t care if you guys upvote this or not I just want you all to enjoy this story because this story has got me so invested personally. Also to all the people I couldn’t reply to, my DM’s are flooded but I’ll try to reach out to as many people as I can. 

If you haven’t gone through the first two parts, here are the links: 

PART-1: https://www.reddit.com/u/New_Professor_7137/s/y9LK21qJe6 

PART-2: https://www.reddit.com/u/New_Professor_7137/s/WKB6NVxe34 

Enjoy, goon over it, and let me know how you like it. 

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As Radhika stepped inside the small, dim lit room Raza shut the door behind her. The single tube light overhead buzzed and flickered, casting a dull yellow glow over everything. The bed was made of old wood which looked like it was at least 20 years old, the sheet stained with wet and crusty patches telling about the conditions she didn’t want to imagine, it looked like what not must have happened on the bed and it wasn’t washed.. ever. Cockroaches crawled near the Indian-style toilet in the corner, which was just separated by a thin door with no latch. 

The entire room smelled of such foul smell that was way beneath the class of Radhika, she had never been in such a surrounding.. it smelled of sweat, cheap whiskey, gutka, piss, and something sour that made her cover her nose on instinct. A half-empty bottle along with a couple of glasses and some chakna was kept on a plastic table which Raza was having, probably waiting for the randi he had ordered.

Radhika slowly entered the room, still fully dressed, grabbing on to her tote bag. Her expensive white top and black trousers felt ridiculous here. This was not a fantasy anymore. This was real. The smell, the dirt… everything pressed in on her. 

‘What the hell am I doing in this filthy hole? I should turn around right now. I can still leave. No one will ever know I came this far.’ She thought to herself.

Raza closed the distance in two steps, his huge frame towering over her. He didn’t touch her yet. He just looked her up and down slowly, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle that amused him.

Raza was a devout muslim man, who believed very strongly in the patriarchal concepts of women just being subservient to men. He was a part time mechanic and worked in a factory in the time that remained. From his looks and the way he spoke it was evident that he was very crass and violent. He was married twice, but both his wives had died mysteriously which he claimed was because of some illness but the one’s close to him knew that the reason was different.. the reason was him. And because of his violent tendencies and his strong built people did not mess with him. He had a strong liking for hindu women and girls, he loved the blasphemy that followed, degrading them, making them crave humiliation and making them his sluts. 

But in all his time he could only come across middle or lower middle class married women and college girls. So Raza was naturally perplexed seeing a rich looking fresh piece of meat like Radhika standing in front of him. 

He said in a blunt tone, stroking his chin,

“Tu toh ameerzadi lag rahi hai ekdum, tu yahan pe kya kar rahi hai… tujhe dekh ke toh aisa lagta hai ki tere ass paas naukar ghumte honge aur tu yahan mujhse chudne aayi hai?”

Radhika’s throat tightened. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Her voice came out small and shaky. 
“Mm.. Mujhe nahi pata, mai toh bas try karne aayi thi… kuch naya”

Raza laughed, “Kuch Naya? Ye sab kahani apne baap ko sunana, yahan mere saamne sach sach bata kyun aayi hai. Teri choot ki bhookh tujhe yahan leke aayi hai ya fir tu hai hi randi jisko mote lund se chudne ka shauk hai?” 

Radhika stayed silent, cheeks burning with shame. Raza stepped even closer, his body heat pressing against her. His breath smelled of gutka and cheap whiskey. “Bata, memsaab. Ya fir muh khulwana padega tera acche se?”

Radhika could only whisper in a hushed trembling tone, “Nahi… aisi baat nahi hai, mai pehli baar aayi hun aisi jagah. Aur kya bataun mai, mujhe bhi nahi pata” 

Raza noticed the posh South Delhi accent in her tone, something that he had only seen in movies or heard from his friends who were drivers and servants in rich elite households. He could not believe his luck. He could feel the bulge grow even bigger realizing that this might be the only chance in his life to get his hands on such a rich memsaab, and if he played his cards right he could perhaps get even more from this setting. 

He said “Chal andar aaja, apna bag wahan neeche rakh de kone me aur dono log ke liye peg bana.” His voice carried an air of authority that Radhika had never experienced in her life. Because of her father’s influence and the fact that she was an absolute beauty she had always had high class and rich men swarming her like flies, always treating her with care and caution and like a princess. Being ordered around by a foul smelling Muslim man, who she would never ever have allowed to even get close to her, was fucking with her brain, something she had never felt before. 

Radhika kept her bag near the side of the bed, as she did not want to keep it in the corner as it was stained and there were cockroaches roaming all around. 

She was a social drinker. At parties and gatherings she used to have a few glasses of alcohol but as soon as she looked at the cheap bottle kept on the table, she could not imagine herself ever drinking that shit. “Nahi.. Nahi mai daaru nahi peeti hun”

Raza took a seat on the sofa beside the table and said “Daaru nahi peeti hai.. Toh kya hua. Tu toh saali pehle kabhi aise chudi bhi nahi hai, aaj tu bohot saari cheeizein zindagi me pehli baar try karegi.” He ordered her to come near him and said “Chal natak mat kar aur do peg bana jaldi”

Radhika was scared of this vile and dirty man sitting in front of her and she did not want to anger him from the very start so she meekly came near and started pouring the cheap whiskey in two glasses, and then added water into it. 

“Shabaash, aaja idhar baith” Saying this Raza pulled her hands and made her sit beside her almost on his lap. Radhika felt her body lose balance as she fell into his lap, Raza took his right hand and ran it across her face while his left hand was grabbing her by her waist as he could feel her body heat and the wet top as she was sweating through this entire ordeal. “Glass utha” he ordered her, Radhika complied, she passed on one glass to Raza. 

Before she could pick up the second glass for herself, Raza stopped her and said “Muh khol” and pressed the glass to her lips. She turned her head away but Raza grabbed her jaw with his rough calloused hands and repeated “Muh khol, dawa hai ye ise peene se dard nahi hoga tujhe, aur maza aayega.” Saying this he forced a huge sip into her mouth. She reluctantly parted her lips. He tilted the glass and poured more into her mouth. Some spilled down her chin and onto her white top, leaving a wet stain that made her look messy and cheap.

Radhika coughed as soon as the glass left her lips, it was burning like hell, she had never in her life tasted this cheap alcohol. The first sip hit her head as it was so strong. Raza then took a gulp from the same glass and again went back to caressing her body. He came closer and sniffed her sweaty body “Itna ghabra kyu rahi hai, lagta hai pehle kisi mard ne tujhe chua nahi hai acche se, aaj ragad dunga tujhko mai.” 

The alcohol was working its charm on her body as she felt Raza’s hands now moving to her ass and the other hand moving to her breasts. He started fondling her breasts over her white top which was sticking to her body because of all the heat and her sweaty body. 

Radhika lifted her eyes to the cracked mirror on the opposite wall. She saw herself… elegant, expensive, still fully clothed, and this huge, bearded, muslim guy holding her like she was already his property.
Raza’s hands slid up and pressed her breasts firmly from over the clothes. He squeezed them hard, thumbs rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric and bra. 

Radhika tried to pull away. “Please… itni zor se nahi, thoda dheere kejiye.”

He ignored her and squeezed harder. “ Chup kar, tu khud aayi hai yahan pe, ab jaisa mai bolunga sirf waisa karegi. Teri jaisi ameer ghar ki randiyan upar se toh bohot seedhi banti hain, lekin ek baar mere jaise asli mard ke haath lag jayein toh saali kutiya ki tarah chudti hain.” His hands were continuously working over her nipples “Dekh kaise patthar ki tarah tight ho gayi hain teri chuchiyan” As he said this he twisted her nipples hard, making Radhika squirm like a bitch.  

After what seemed like forever, Raza grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face closer to his, and without giving any time he started kissing her. Radhika resisted because the stench and the taste were making her nauseous. It felt like Raza had not brushed his teeth in months, and the stench of gutka mixed with cheap whiskey was making it difficult for her to breathe. But Raza did not back down, he caught her hair in a tight grip and forced his tongue inside her mouth. 

Radhika could taste the mixture of his gutka laced spit and whiskey in her mouth, her body was convulsing but this feeling of the unknown was making something shift inside her head. When she agreed to this entire deal she had expected that the guy would simply just fuck her but here Raza was absolutely humiliating and degrading in ways she had never expected. He was slowly shredding every inch of her dignity step by step. 

As Raza was exploring her mouth he took her right hand and placed it on his cock over his lungi. Radhika panicked and quickly withdrew her hands, he got angry and broke the kiss then yanked her head behind, looking deep into her eyes Raza paused for a moment…. And then suddenly SMACK, he slapped her face hard. 

Radhika was stunned, tears forming on the side of her eyes, nobody… nobody had ever raised their hands on her, so this slap broke something inside her, she could not comprehend what just happened. Before she could react SMACK, another slap struck her left cheek. 

“Ahh!” Radhika cried out, pain shooting through her. “Please….” That’s all she could say. 

Raza looked at her with glaring eyes, “Poore ₹500 diye hain tere liye.. Tere nakhre jhelne ke liye nahi, jo mai bolunga wo karegi tu” 

He made her stand up and pushed her away “Kapde utaar” 

Radhika was so shell-shocked from getting slapped, her cheeks were burning red, and she Obeyed. She did not resist and started stripping. 

“Arre aise nahi memsaab, ruk..” Raza took the remote and turned on the TV, he surfed through a few channels and then stopped at one, as he turned the volume up. It was some cheap bhojpuri item song playing, “Chal ab naach aur nachte hue nangi ho” He slumped back onto the sofa and started drinking from his glass, his gaze fixed on her body. Radhika was utterly humiliated, he was treating her like a roadside whore, treating her like he got her from some brothel and now owned her. But she complied because the alcohol was taking its effect and being treated like this was slightly turning her on, though she could not show it outright, as the barrier of her elite class and ego would shatter, she was clinging on to the last shred of her dignity. 

Radhika slowly started swinging her body to the song playing in the background. She ran her hands over her body and then took off her white top, now standing in just her bra and her trousers. Slowly she then removed her trousers, it got stuck because her body was already a bit wet and sticky because of all the sweat but as it came off, she stood there in all her glory looking absolutely stunning like a goddess, and Raza on the other hand was looking like a beast about to devour her prey. 

He was enjoying watching Radhika struggle to dance while he sipped on his whiskey. As she stood in front of him in nothing but her undergarments, he said “Waah, kya khoob banaya hai khuda ne tujhe, tu toh saali kya mast maal hai, tujhe toh ragad ke chodunga aaj” He signalled her to come sit in his lap and Radhika left her expensive clothes on the dirty floor and came close. 

Raza pointed to her glass on the table and told her to bring it, she took the glass and sat in Raza’s lap. As soon as her soft skin touched against him, Raza could feel a jolt run inside his body, Radhika on the other hand let out a soft moan because this was the first time she had felt her body go through the sensations it was going through. Raza told her to take a sip, the alcohol was too strong and Radhika again started coughing as the whiskey went down her throat. “Aise thodi peete hain, acche se swaad leke pi” 

Raza then took a sip from his own glass and grabbed her, bringing her closer and then started kissing her. Spitting the whiskey straight into her mouth. Radhika could taste the whiskey going down her throat mixed with Raza’s gutka. The taste was horrendous but at that moment, somehow it did not taste that bad as she thought it would. Raza then with his left hand started fondling her breasts over her bra and with his right hand he was caressing her pussy from over her panties. They were damp, her mind might have resisted but her body was betraying her. Raza slid over her panties to the side and started rubbing her bare pussy. “Ouch..” Radhika let out a moan, slowly he started pushing the tip of his finger inside her shaved pussy… “Aah kya makhmali choot hai teri memsaab, aur itne nakhre dikha rahi thi, lekin teri choot toh kuch aur keh rahi hai” Saying this Raza took out his fingers and it was fucking dripping wet from her juices. 

Radhika was ashamed because Raza was showing her exactly what he thought of her, a fucking whore. He took his two dirty fingers and shoved them inside her mouth making her taste her own juices. She tasted salt, sweat and a taste of pussy juices. Raza was playing with her, he was spreading her mouth with his fingers, playing with her tongue, shoving them deep inside till she gagged and then taking them out he again thrust them inside her pussy. Raza repeated this entire process. Radhika’s mind was getting clouded, she could not form a single rational thought as her body was on the verge of it and suddenly Raza thrust his fingers for the fourth time inside her pussy straight from her mouth…. she came. She came hard all over his fingers. Radhika was panting heavily, she could not believe that she just came from being toyed with by his fingers. 

Her body fell onto Raza’s. He turned her slightly and started licking her body. He licked her flushed cheeks, her neck, then lifted her arms up and buried his face in her armpits. He licked them slowly and deeply, tasting her fresh sweat mixed with the last traces of her expensive perfume. “Aaahh, kya mast swaad hai tera” 

Radhika resisted “Please.. that’s disgusting, rukiye, wahan mat kariye” But he did not stop, he buried his face deep inside her armpits taking in the aroma, and licking it all the way until both her armpits were glistening with his spit. Her body, her face, even her mouth were covered in his spit and there were traces of the colour red from his gutka. 

He finally stepped back. He untied his dhoti. His cock sprang out…. thick, circumcised, heavy, measuring around 8 inches, the head already wet. It smelled strongly of piss and smegma. Radhika had never seen a Muslim cock in her life, let alone one that was this big. Her mind was racing with fear thinking that it would completely destroy her pussy if it went inside.

“Ghutne pe baith apne” he said, throwing her onto that dirty floor, her body touching the stained smelly floor. 

Radhika shook her head. “I can’t… please.”

Raza grabbed her hair and forced her down. “Teri maa bhi choosegi aake saali, chal muh khol apna.” Saying this he slapped her face once again. 

She knelt, tears flowing down her cheeks, her mascara ruined and making a black streak on her face. “Upar tope se shuru kar”

She resisted a bit but gathered the courage and licked the salty head. As soon as her tongue touched it, Raza’s cock twitched, he was in heaven, he could not believe the feeling of having the mouth of a rich hindu girl around his cock. The smell was overpowering but Radhika pushed through, starting with the tip and she then wrapped her mouth around his cock and started moving up and down slowly, trying to fit in as much as she could. Raza was moaning and abusing her at the same time. He pushed her lower. “Tatte bhi chaat mere.”

By this time she had already accepted her fate and she moved her head lower and started licking his hairy balls, the taste was bitter and sweaty. She had never licked someone’s balls, even with her boyfriend she had only tried blowjob once or twice but never liked the taste of it, so her boyfriend accepted her feelings and did not force her. But here she was licking the sweaty hairy balls of this low class muslim man while his cock rested on her face. Raza groaned. “Aah, aur acche se chaat, teri maa ne tujhe sikhaya nahi hai kuch.” he grabbed her hair and pushed her face deep towards his balls. Then he again brought her face towards his cock and started shoving deep inside her mouth. 

Radhika started banging her hands against his body because she was suffocating and was struggling to breathe. The cock was way too big for her, and she could only go till halfway, but Raza was forcing her throat even deeper. All that was echoing in the room was the cheap item songs playing in the background and “Gwak…gwak…gwak” sounds of Radhika choking on his massive cock. Spit was drooling from her mouth down to her chin and dripping onto her breasts. She was a mess.

When she was gasping and crying, he pulled her up by the hair and again took a sip of his whiskey and spat it inside her mouth. After a few minutes of such intense throat fucking he grabbed her hair roughly, pushed her face deep onto his cock making her choke and with a huge groan he shot his load inside her mouth. 

Radhika was struggling and crying but he did not let her go till he had emptied his balls inside her mouth and he made sure that not even a single drop was spilt on the floor. After about 30 seconds of holding her like that Raza let go. Radhika started gasping for air, breathing heavily trying to get the bitter taste out of her mouth, coughing and panting as she fell onto that dirty floor. 

Raza looked down at her tear filled, make up ruined, mixed with spit, red-slapped face.. grabbed her by her hair and whispered, “Tu toh badi tasty maal hai, kaisa laga mera swaad, abhi toh shuruaat hui hai, ab asli chudayi shuru hogi, aaj agar tujhe poori randi nahi bana diya toh mera naam bhi Raza nahi.” He looked deep into her eyes, and it was clear to Radhika that he meant every single word he said.