Gayathri's Slut Chronicles-part 2

Gayathri, My girlfriend of 10 months has been cheating on me, karthik, for past 4 months since we started our long distance relationship. She has had a few affairs in her office with 2-3 guys now and is getting bolder with all men around her. She is now shifting to a new locality in hyderabad, India along with her family, mom brother and sister-in-law. New location and new beginning for her when it comes to affairs. The new house owner uncle has been curvy hourglass figure since day 1 and she suspects her body is one of the main reason they got a cut in rent of new appartment. She is very appreciative of that even though the locality is not exactly family friendly with 2-3 local alcohol shops within 200mts around the house. Story starts from the day they shift to new house.

The house wasn't a dump, just a bit cramped, filled with the faint scent of old wood and echoes of distant laughter. Gayathri's mom sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine, while her brother and sister-in-law explored the small rooms, their voices a low murmur. Gayathri’s mind was elsewhere. She stepped into the bedroom, dropping her bag on the bed. The landlord had been sniffing around since day one, his eyes always wandering to her curves. He had offered the place for a cut in rent, and she knew why. She was ready to play the game, to take what she could get, to give what she could spare, because she needed more than what Karthik could provide from a distance. She had been fucked hard in the office, her colleagues taking turns with her in the copy room, against the rough wall, while the hum of the printer muffled their grunts. She had sucked cock in the stairwell, her knees aching on the grimy steps, her mouth filled with the salty taste of another man's lust. But this... this was different. She could feel the change in the air, a thick tension that made her pussy damp and eager. The neighborhood was rough, filled with bachelor boys and lower-class migrants. Just next door was a boys' hostel. She imagined them, young and desperate, their hormones raging, their eyes hungry. She heard a knock at the door, the landlord's voice calling out, "Gayathri, I've brought you something to welcome you to the neighborhood.” She walked to the door, her hips swaying slightly, her heart beating fast. She opened it, her eyes meeting his. He was older, his body soft around the edges, but his eyes were sharp, greedy. She stepped aside, letting him in. She didn't say a word, just watched as he looked around, his eyes lingering on her body. He moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch her hair. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away. She let him, let his fingers trail down her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. She knew what he wanted, and she was willing to let him take it, little by little. She was a slut, a taker, and she was ready to indulge in her new surroundings, to let them indulge in her, too. She knew it would take time, knew it wouldn't be all at once. But she was patient, ready to wait, ready to let them take what they wanted, when they wanted. She closed the door, the sound echoing in the small house. She turned to him, her eyes meeting his, a slow, sultry smile spreading across her lips. "I think there might be more where that came from." She let out a soft moan as he grabbed her and pressed against her, his hands reaching for her breasts.

Gayathri's sister-in-law notices how Gayathri is giving up her body for rent cut but she doesn't let anyone in family know about it as she doesn't mind Gayathri being used it that means more money for the house and she knows her mom or brother might put a stop to it. Gayathri continuous her stuff hiding it well from them also like she hides her affairs from her bf.

Her sister-in-law, Priyanka, stepped into the hallway, her eyes narrowing as she watched Gayathri press against the landlord, her body language clear. She didn't say a word, just turned away, a satisfied smirk on her face. She saw the way Gayathri moved, the way she used her body to get what she wanted. It was a game they both played, in their own ways. Priyanka knew the value of a secret, the power of a well-kept lie. She’d always kept an eye out for Gayathri, even when she didn’t know the full details. She wasn’t naive. Gayathri let the landlord press her against the wall, his body heavy against hers. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, his breath hot on her neck. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back as he kissed her neck. She was good at this, at pretending, at giving just enough to keep them coming back for more. She let her hands roam his body, feeling the softness of his belly, the hardness of his cock. She rubbed against him, her body moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. He fumbled with her blouse, his fingers clumsy as he tried to undo the buttons. She helped him, her hands steady, her breath coming in short gasps. She let him pull her blouse off, her bra next, her breasts spilling out, her nipples hard and eager. He groaned, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard. She gasped, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat between her legs, the dampness of her panties as she rubbed against his thigh. She pushed him back, her eyes meeting his. She saw the hunger in his eyes, the desperation. She smiled, a slow, sultry smile. She unbuttoned his pants, her hands slipping inside, feeling his cock, hard and ready. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down, her thumb circling the tip. He groaned, his hips bucking against her hand. She smiled, enjoying the power she had over him. She knew she had him, knew he would do anything she asked, give her anything she wanted.

Gayathri likes submitting to older men, especially fat hairy sweaty ones who trigger her daddy issues. She would continue her affairs with the landlord in her room, in his house, even in dark alleys nearby her house in future giving more of her body to him each time.

As Gayathri dropped to her knees, she could feel the coolness of the floor against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the landlord's body. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, a wicked gleam in them. She unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, thick and veiny, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the salty bead, her eyes never leaving his. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed her head, her hand working in tandem, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. She loved this, loved the power she held, the control she exerted. She could feel his thighs trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice low and husky. She stood up, her hands going to her skirt, pushing it down her hips, her thong following soon after. She was naked before him, her body on display, her pussy glistening with her arousal. She turned around, bending over the couch, her ass in the air, her breasts pressed against the fabric. She looked back at him over her shoulder, a sultry smile on her lips. "You know you want to," she whispered, her voice a low purr. She reached back, her fingers parting her lips, revealing her pink, wet entrance. She moaned softly, her fingers circling her clit, her body writhing in anticipation. She felt him behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance. She pushed back against him, impaling herself on his cock, a groan escaping her lips as he filled her. She loved the feeling of being stretched, of being filled, of being taken. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body slapping against his, her moans filling the room. She could feel his sweat dripping onto her back, his breath hot on her neck. She loved it, loved the primal, raw fucking, loved the animalistic sounds they made. In the back of her mind, she knew their arrangement was only just beginning. She'd let him take her in this room, in his filthy little office, even in the dark alleyways surrounding their house. She loved being used, loved being taken, especially by older men like him.

Jump a few days forward and continue the story. The landlord now has enjoyed Gayathri a few times in different places and she sometimes visits him in his house or office nearby too.

A few days had passed, and Gayathri had become a regular visitor to the landlord's office. It was a shabby little room off the alley, filled with the scent of old paper and cheap cologne. She knew he kept it unlocked for her, a silent invitation to his filthy desires. Today, she had found him bent over his desk, shuffling through some papers. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening as he took in her tight skirt and low-cut blouse. She smiled, locking the door behind her. She wanted privacy for what she had planned next. "I've been thinking," she said, sauntering towards him. "You've fucked me in my room, in your house, even in that nasty alley. But I want more. I want you to fuck me right here, on your desk where you saw me for the first time with lust in your eyes." The landlord groaned, his cock already hardening at her words. He moved some papers aside, clearing a spot on the desk. Gayathri climbed onto it, her skirt riding up her thighs. She lay back, her legs spread, her thong already damp with her arousal. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong, pulling it down and off, tossing it to the side. "I want you to watch me," she said, her fingers finding her clit. She circled it, her hips bucking at the sensation. "I want you to see how wet I am for you." The landlord stood at the end of the desk, his eyes glued to her pussy. He unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. She rubbed her clit faster, her breath coming in short gasps, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. She lifted her ass, reaching for something under the desk. She pulled out a thick, heavy dildo she had hidden there earlier. She rubbed the tip against her lips, coating it in her juices. "I want you to fuck me with this," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel it stretching me, filling me. I want to feel like I'm being fucked by a monster, but this time, I want you watch, you old perv." She slid it in, her back arching as it filled her. She began to fuck herself with it, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. She moaned, her fingers finding her clit again, her body writhing on the desk. She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his. "Come on, old man," she purred. "Stroke that dirty cock of yours while you watch me fuck myself with this huge dildo. I want to see you cum all over me while I fuck myself silly." He started to stroke himself, his hand moving in time with her hips. She moaned louder, her body moving faster, her fingers rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered. "I'm gonna cum all over this desk while you stroke that dirty cock of yours. I want to see you cum all over me, you old perv. I want to see you cover me in your cum, mark me as yours."

Gayathri’s eyes rolled back as she fucked herself with the dildo, her body slick with sweat. The landlord's hand moved faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he watched her. She felt a surge of pride and lust, loving the power she held over him. Her fingers danced over her clit, her hips grinding against the desk. The landlord groaned, his eyes fixed on her pussy. "You're such a dirty slut," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "Look at you, fucking yourself with that huge thing. You love it, don't you?" Gayathri moaned in response, her body arching as the dildo hit just the right spot. "Yes," she panted. "I love it. I love being a slut for you. I love being used." Suddenly, the door to the office creaked open. She looked up, her eyes widening as she saw another man standing there, his eyes hungry and eager. She recognized him as the landlord's friend, a gruff older man with a reputation for his kinks. He had seen her around the building a few times, his eyes always lingering on her body. "I heard the commotion," he said, his voice a low growl. "Mind if I join in?" The landlord grunted, his hand still stroking his cock. "Sure, why not?" He looked at Gayathri, a wicked smile on his lips. "You want to be shared, don't you, slut?" Gayathri’s breath hitched as she felt a rush of excitement. She nodded, her eyes never leaving the new man. "Yes," she whispered. "I want to be shared. I want to be fucked by both of you." He stepped into the room, his eyes roaming over her body. He unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to the floor, revealing his hard cock. He moved to the side of the desk, his hand wrapping around his shaft. "You're a fucking vision," he murmured, his eyes locked on her pussy. "Look at you, fucking yourself with that monster." Gayathri moaned, her body moving faster, her fingers rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "Fuck me," she pleaded. "Please, fuck me." He moved closer, his cock pressing against her entrance. She felt the landlord's hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading, his mouth latching onto her nipple. She moaned, her body overwhelmed with sensation. The new man slid into her, his cock filling her alongside the dildo. She cried out, her body stretching to accommodate both. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her alongside the dildo. She felt the landlord’s hand leaving her breast, grabbing the dildo and sliding it deeper. The two men' hips moved in sync, their cocks filling her completely. She moaned loudly, her body writhing between them, her fingers rubbing her clit in fast, tight circles. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered. "I'm gonna cum all over both of you while you fuck me. I want to see you cum all over me, mark me as yours." Her pussy clamped down, and she came hard, her body shaking with the intensity. She felt the landlord cum over her breasts and the dildo, his cum dripping onto her chest. The other man groaned, his cock pulsing as he released inside her. She moaned, her body milking his cock, her fingers still rubbing her clit, drawing out her orgasm. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Good boy," she purred. "You fucked me so good." She then looked at the landlord, a sultry smile on her lips. “I think it’s time to clean your desk. Would you like me to help you with that?” She moaned when the Landlord nodded and held her by her hair making her lick the mess clean. She was already looking forward for the next time she gets to do this while she enjoyed the salty taste of their combined load.