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I am a 22 year old male born in a well-off Indian family, just like any rich boy I am spoilt. I am a model son in front of my parents as they are completely oblivious of my antics, I am just a enormous playboy. I drink a lot, smoke a ton of grass and addicted to sex, a bad boy according to the Indian standards.
The heroine of the story is Sheetal, 24 year old girl who work at my home as a maid.
Born into a very poor family, has a mother who is bedridden.
Last year, my mom said a new maid will be in service as the old has left the job.
Sheetal rang the doorbell, I opened the door, there she stood 5 feet 5 inches with perfectly carved petite body. A slightly duskey complexion, Medium sized boobs with a really gorgeous face donned in a cheap chunidar.
I welcomed her in and she spoke with my mother about the job and she was hired.
Initially she would just mind her own company, I would be in a treat as the chunidar she wore was cheap and hence it was thin. Only some sweat would dampen her chest for the boobs to highlight. I would enjoy the view and would masterbate vigorously.
Once I was quite careless, the hands in my pants and mind on her boobs. She caught my action but I was so engrossed that I didn’t flinch and continued to jerk around 10 seconds later I came and realised her presence who was standing 1 meter from me and was looking towards my pant which was bulging and was dampened.
I was embarassed and was scared to death, to my surprise she smiled and walked towards me, bent and playfully flicked my hardened dick, blew a kiss towards me and said “Once more, for me.” Saying these words she caressed my dick and walked towards her chores with a naughty grin on her face.
The scene was so hot for me that I came crazily for another time.
For the next few days, I used to jerk in front of her and she used to acknowledged it with a smile, she would also pat my back and say “Well done.”
Things continued as they were, she would sometimes be more loose, as she adjusted and exposed more of her chest. She would stagger and would sluggishly do the chores.
One day after the jerking session she passed me, she was very close to me. She stumbled and her face came right in front of mine. To my surprise she had a very strong alcoholic smell over her breath, she again repositioned herself and smiled towards me. It made my dick hard realising that she is drunk.
I all the time found drunk girls the best but the downside is that you may get slutty girls in india but getting a drunk girl is rare as girls drinking in india is considered a taboo, only spoilt girls are associated with it.
“Sheetal, are you drunk?” I asked.
She smiled and said no.
“Yes, you are. Blow your breath towards me.” I instructed.
She clumsily blew it towards me, a cute hiccup escaped her mouth which made her to stumble. She caught my chair handle to balance, a some strands of hair were on her face. She is such a cutie I wondered.
Meanwhile a strong alcoholic breath hit my nostrils, which made my dick to rise in the pants.
“Damn Sheetal you are drunk as hell!” I exclaimed.
“Is it that obvious?” She asked. She blew her breath on her palm and smelled it, the strong odour of the breath made her flinch. She smiled and continued by saying “Seems so.”
“Since when you started drinking?” I asked.
“2 months.” She said.
I looked at her, her gorgeous cheeks were plum red and she was inebriated.
“How much did you actually drink today.” I asked.
She stumbled to get her bag and removed two 250 ml blender pride bottle from her bag.
“Damn, you are definitely drunk.” I said.
“Y…hup…yes.” she hiccuped as she said. She coved her mouth and said “Sorry.”
I all the time had something for drunk girls, the way they spoke, the walk, the stumbling, the alcoholic breath, these things aroused me. And watching my dream girl behaving the same hardened my dick.
“What made you start drinking?” I asked.
“Pressure, you know my mom. She is bedridden, I was feeling depressed as I was doing all the work. Then I find this magical liquid which made me happy and gave me confidence to deal with it I started with 1 bottle a day, and now I am at 6.” She kissed the empty bottle.
“Then why did you hide it from me?” I asked.
“The only person who makes me happy is you and I didn’t want to lose you.” She said.
“And what made you think I would hate you?” I asked.
“My drinking habits.” She said.
“Are you crazy? I love it, I love girls who drink to the brim. This avtar of yours made me lobe you even more.” I said.
“Really?” She hicupped and added, “You don’t mind the strong breath.”
“Quite the opposite, many want their girl’s breath to smell like lavender or rose but I love when they smell like alcohol. A girl reeking of alcohol is the best.” I said.
“Really? You like it?” She genuinely smiled and came near me
‌”Yes, look at this.” I pointed at the crotch, my pant had a enormous bulge, “Your antics created this monument.” I exitedly said.
‌She looked at the enormous bulge and blushed.
‌I stood up, I was face to face with her. Closest we have ever being. I held her by her waisted and pulled her towards me. She was surprised and gasped, I could just smell the mixture of her breath and strong alcohol. She smiled, I smiled and caressed her hair.
‌”You love me more than anything in the world?” She asked.
‌”Yes.” I replied.
‌”More than your parents?” She asked.
‌”Yes, my parents will never allow me to love a spoilt girl like you, but here I am defying their expectations and by being with you.” I replied.
“Am I a spoilt girl? Nothing but a whore?” I could sense the sadness in her voice.
“Don’t be sad my dear, you are not just a whore but my cutie whore. I never liked good girls, you are my ideal type.” I said.
A smile erupted on her face, I held her chin up and went for a kiss.
I kissed her passionately, the pure taste of alcohol made my dick even harder. After kissing her for some time I held her and kept her on the bed.
“Who is my bad girl?” I teased.
“I am.” She sensually said.
I removed her top and vigorously started kissing her chest, she moaned loudly as I continued toward her crotch.
I removed her bra, and gave a powerful kiss on her lips, I sucked on her nipple as she moaned.
I removed her bottoms and there she was, the drunken beauty with messy hair, laboured breathing laying naked on the bed.
“You like it?” She asked.
Loved it, I jumped on her and kissing her uncontrollably. I injected my dick in her hole, she moaned loudly. It was her first experience.
It continued till we both came, my sperms were her. She was moaning loudly, she loved it, she knew what she was now a hot whore and she loved it.
“I am such a whore!” She said proudly.
“My sexy alcoholic whore.” I corrected her.
“Yes.” She kissed me.
Then for an half an hour me played under the sheets, cuddling kissing smooching all kinds of acts.
Then i saw at the watch it was 5, we both started dressing. I helped her dressing as she was too drunk to dress.
I adjusted her boobs a bit and left the uppermost button open.
“Why did you left it open?” She asked.
“For you to expose your assets, flaunt them a bit in the public, I like when my girls do it. Let people know that you are a slut.” I said lovingly.
“Anything you like.” She said as she unbuttons another button.
“You are a born slut.” I complemented her.
She blushed.
I offered her a precautionary pill.
“Take this Sheetal.” I handed it to her.
“Thank you.” She accepted.
“Shall I bring a glass of water for you.” I asked.
“No I am good.” She opened the bag, took out a filled bottled. Broke the seal and unscrewed it, took a sniff of the liquid. She was relieved by the aroma. She popped the pill into her mouth and gulped it with the amber liquid. She placed the bottle to her lips and chugged the bottle in one go.
I was looking at her mesmerized, she finished it smaked her lips and placed the bottle carefully on the table.
The she was a alcohol fuelled girl taking all the steps to be a whore, her cute face and perfect body reeking of alcohol. She was beyond any sense. She was a step closer to become a whore so I decided why not my whore? Exclusive to myself.
“Sheetal, will you be my girlfriend?” I shot a question.
Sheetal was shocked to hear it, “You do really love me.” She got emotional.
“Ofcourse, I wont get a girl like you ever in my life.” I replied.
“Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.” She pounced on me and kissed me passionately, I was in heaven for getting a girl of my dreams.
This is how a poor spoilt alcoholic whore Sheetal became love of my life.
This was first of the many crazy nights.
Kindly support this story, it means a lot to sheetal, will soon post more about her.

NSFW: yes

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