Sex with beggar: Madhu, my wife, was 25 years old. Fair skin, neither too fat nor too thin, a perfect figure of 36-28-36, with long black hair flowing down to her waist. Her face was innocent, big eyes, pink lips, but she didn’t know much about sex. She was a simple village girl, only interested in managing the house and serving me after our marriage. I, Rakesh, 30 years old, a rugged, masculine man, six feet tall, broad chest, but I had a deep flaw. My cock was seven inches long, sure, but it was useless for fucking a pussy. Truth is, I loved getting my ass fucked, a secret I never shared with Madhu.
After our marriage, the first time I tried to fuck Madhu, my cum shot out before I could even get my cock inside her pussy. My jizz spilled all over her cunt, and she just stared at me silently. Her eyes were full of questions, but she didn’t say a word. I tried again and again, but every time, my cock would get hard and then go soft before I could penetrate her. The fire inside me wouldn’t die. I wanted to fuck, but my body betrayed me. My mind was obsessed with one thought—turning Madhu into a woman who craved every kind of sex, no matter how dirty. I wanted her to be a slut who’d enjoy getting beaten, fucked hard, pissed on, or anything else, without ever saying no. I wanted her to be a cock-hungry whore.
For the past few months, I’d been secretly slipping sex-enhancing pills and wine into Madhu’s milk. These pills were meant to turn her into a nympho, a woman who’d constantly crave cock. I installed cameras around the house, connected to my phone, so I could watch her every move. Her walk, her body, the heat in her pussy—I saw it all on my screen.
One night, I tried showing Madhu some nude pictures. She refused to look, so I hid a blue film album under her pillow. The next morning, I left for the office and watched her on my phone. At 11 a.m., Madhu went to our bedroom. She lay on the bed, her hand slipping under the pillow, and found the album. She flipped through it, her eyes widening at the images of naked women sucking cocks, getting their pussies licked, and being fucked by multiple men. She pulled off her saree, lifted her petticoat, and started rubbing her cunt. Her fingers slid in and out of her pussy slowly. I connected my phone to our smart TV and played a blue film.
The TV showed a man licking a woman’s pussy while she sucked his cock, slurping up his cum with her tongue. Another scene had four or five men pissing in a woman’s mouth, and she drank it all. Madhu was going crazy watching this. Her cunt was soaking wet. She unhooked her bra, squeezed her tits, and fingered her pussy hard, her moans echoing in the room. I watched on my phone, thrilled. Madhu’s lust was finally awake.
That night, I came home, ate dinner, and pretended to sleep. Madhu wasn’t in the mood to sleep—her pussy was on fire. I gave her some wine, and she drank it quietly. We fell asleep, and the next morning, I left for the office again. During the day, Madhu went back to the album. I played another blue film. This time, the scene showed a man fucking a woman hard, her screams and moans filling the air. Madhu was so turned on, she shoved two fingers in her cunt and fucked herself frantically.
That same day, I spotted a beggar named Kalu, about 40 years old, dark-skinned, skinny, but with a big, thick cock visible through his torn underwear. I gave him 500 rupees and explained everything. I tore his underwear further to make his cock clearly visible and sent him to our house.
At noon, Kalu knocked on the door. Madhu, wearing a saree, her eyes red with lust, opened it. Kalu said, “Mem saab, can I get something to eat?” Madhu replied, “Wait, I’ll bring something.” Her eyes caught his cock peeking out of his torn underwear, and her breath quickened. She went inside, where the TV showed a woman sucking a cock. Her pussy was dripping wet.
Kalu did exactly what I told him. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it. Madhu came back with some bread and froze when she saw his hard cock. Her eyes were glued to it. She went back inside but returned seconds later. Kalu’s cock was rock-hard now. Madhu said, “I’ll get water,” but Kalu grabbed her. He pushed her to the floor, lifted her saree and petticoat, spat on her pussy, and rubbed his cock against it. Before Madhu could react, Kalu thrust hard. She screamed as half his cock plunged into her cunt.
Madhu struggled, but Kalu covered her mouth and thrust again. His entire cock buried itself in her pussy. He started fucking her slowly, her tight but wet cunt letting his cock slide easily. With every thrust, Madhu’s screams turned to moans. At first, she fought, but soon her body relaxed, and she started enjoying it. Kalu removed his hand from her mouth and fucked her harder. Madhu’s eyes were closed, her lips bitten, her fists clenched.
Suddenly, she gasped, “Let me go!” But her voice wasn’t angry—it was desperate. I’d given Kalu a sex pill, so his cock was hard as stone. Madhu’s lust was at its peak. She screamed, “Fuck me, you bastard! Harder!” Kalu lifted her legs, placed them on his shoulders, and pounded her pussy. Her cunt was leaking juices, and she screamed, “Ohh… you’re killing me… fuck me harder… I’ll die!”
Kalu flipped her over, put her in doggy style, and shoved his cock back into her pussy from behind. He slapped her ass hard, leaving red marks on her cheeks. Madhu stuffed a pillow in her mouth, moaning like a bitch in heat. Kalu fucked her like that for half an hour. Then he flipped her onto her back, climbed on top, and rammed his cock back into her cunt. He sucked her lips, and Madhu kissed him back, their tongues tangling. They kissed each other’s cheeks, lost in lust.
Kalu squeezed her tits. Madhu moaned, “Suck them, you fucker!” Kalu took her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. Madhu screamed, “Ohh… suck my tits harder… fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Kalu said, “Open your mouth!” Madhu did, and he spat in it. She swallowed it and begged, “Spit more!” Kalu kept spitting, and Madhu drank it eagerly.
Then Kalu licked her pussy, his tongue teasing her clit. Madhu screamed, “Eat my cunt, you bastard!” Kalu hung her head off the bed and shoved his cock in her mouth. Madhu sucked it hungrily, licking his cock and balls, kissing them. Finally, Kalu shot his thick, white cum into her mouth, and Madhu swallowed every drop.
Kalu got up quickly and left, saying, “I’ll come back tomorrow.” Madhu lay on the bed, stunned. Then she started crying loudly, calling my name, “Rakesh, forgive me… I fucked up!” She pulled her hair, banged her head on the bed, overwhelmed with guilt for fucking the beggar. She went to the bathroom, rinsing her mouth repeatedly because Kalu’s cum was still in it. She touched her ass, wincing at the pain from the red marks his slaps left.
After bathing, Madhu changed into fresh clothes. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her lips, bitten and bruised from Kalu’s kisses. She fixed the bed, cleaned the room, and sat on the sofa, covering her face with her hands. She seemed to feel guilty, but I watched it all on my phone, thrilled. Madhu’s journey to becoming a slut had begun.