Shopkeeper Seduced Me with a Blue Film

My name is Shilpa. I’m 24 years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall, slim, with fair skin and long, silky black hair. People say I’m beautiful. I live in Panvel, and this story happened four years ago when I was 20 and had just joined a new college. I was excited about this new chapter of my life, but I was cautious, especially around boys. I didn’t trust them easily. In college, I made a few friends, and we used to have a lot of fun together, though we kept our distance from boys. One of my closest friends was Suvarna, a sexy girl with long hair, a curvy figure, and a bold attitude. She was my age, and her confidence made her stand out.

One day, I went to Suvarna’s house. I caught her watching a blue film on her mobile. She showed it to me—a clip of a schoolgirl sucking her boyfriend’s cock. My heart started racing, and my body felt a strange tingle. I’d never seen anything like it before. Just then, her mom walked in, so we quickly shut off the phone. I went back home, but that scene kept playing in my mind. The girl, the cock, the way she moved—it wouldn’t leave me. For the first time, I felt a weird heat in my body. I lay in bed, thinking about it, and my hand unknowingly slid to my small breasts. I pressed them gently, confused by the sensations running through me.

The next day at college, Suvarna teased me, “What did you do after going home?” She winked playfully. I blushed and said, “Nothing, I didn’t watch anything, so what could I do?” She laughed and said, “Come on, come to my place and watch.” I refused, saying I couldn’t watch such things in college. She said, “Fine, take my phone. I’m going out of town with my parents for two days, and I can’t take it with me.” Her boyfriend had gifted her that phone, and she kept it hidden from her family. I agreed, took out her SIM card, and brought the phone home.

As soon as I got home, I locked my room, plugged in earphones, and started watching the clips. There were around 200 of them, each one hotter than the last. As I watched, my pussy started feeling wet and tingly. My eyes grew heavy, and my hand moved to my breasts again. I was squeezing them without realizing it, my small, sensitive breasts sending shivers through me. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I panicked, and the phone slipped from my hand, crashing to the floor. I opened the door to find Mom. She said, “I’m going to a relative’s place. I’ll be back late.” After she left, I picked up the phone, but it wouldn’t turn on. I freaked out. Suvarna’s phone was expensive. What would I tell her? Cursing myself, I decided to get it fixed. I couldn’t go to a nearby shop, so I took an auto to Sector 22’s market.

At a mobile repair shop, a guy checked the phone and said, “It’ll take two hours.” I said, “Okay, I’ll come back.” When I returned, a different man was there. I asked about my phone, and he said, “The boy who was here is our servant. He’s out for some work. Your phone’s fixed, take it.” He smiled at me strangely. I asked, “What’s the matter?” He said, “Where do you live?” I snapped, “Why do you need to know?” He shrugged, “Just asking.” I took the phone and left. On the way home, I realized—he was the same guy who recently moved into our neighborhood with his wife and kids. My heart sank. What if he saw the clips? What if he recognized me? I reached home, my mind racing with fear.

I stuffed the phone in my bag, too scared to check it again. What if he told someone? My dad would kill me. For three days, I stayed indoors, telling my family I was unwell. Then one day, Dad came home early and said, “Let’s go out, beta.” I went with Mom and Dad. Dad stopped the car at Sector 22’s market. After buying some clothes, he took me to that same mobile shop, saying, “We’re getting you a phone. Choose one.” I tried to refuse, but Mom said, “It’ll be easier to stay in touch.” My heart was pounding as I entered the shop. The same guy was there, but the owner wasn’t. Dad asked him to show us phones. He did, and we picked a Samsung phone with a SIM card and left.

Four days later, I returned Suvarna’s phone. Then, I got a call on my new phone. It was the shop guy. “Ma’am, you bought a Samsung phone. There’s a free memory card with it that you didn’t take.” I said, “I don’t want it,” and hung up. That evening, around 8 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find the shop owner standing there. My stomach dropped. He asked, “Are your dad home?” I called Dad. He told Dad, “You bought a phone in my absence. You forgot the free memory card. I got your address from your ID proof and brought it.” Dad invited him in. I went to get cold drinks, feeling his eyes on me. Dad asked him to insert the memory card. He did and left, telling Dad he lived nearby.

After dinner, I went to my room and checked the memory card. My heart stopped—it had the same nude clips as Suvarna’s phone. I couldn’t sleep that night, terrified of what he might do. The next day, while I was in college, he called.

Him: “Hello, ma’am.” Me: “Who’s this?” Him: “The one you were cursing in your head yesterday.” Me: “Why would I curse anyone?” Him: “You know why.” Me: “Why did you call?” Him: “To talk to you.” Me: “I don’t want to talk.” Him: “Fine, maybe I’ll chat with your dad then.” Me: “No, please don’t. I’ll be so embarrassed.” Him: “I just want to be friends.” Me: “Okay, friends. That’s it.” Him: “So we can talk on the phone?” Me: “Sometimes.”

After that, he called daily. I had no choice but to talk. One day, it was pouring rain. He called and asked, “Where are you?” I lied, “I was heading to college but got stuck in a market because of the rain.” He asked, “Which market?” I said, “Sector 35,” though I was near his shop. He hung up. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned—it was him. My white top and blue jeans were soaked, clinging to my body. He smirked, “You know how to lie, huh? I saw you and called.” He said, “The rain won’t stop. Come to my shop, we’ll have tea.” I refused, but he insisted. I went with him. The shop was empty. He ordered tea and gave me a small towel to dry my hair. I refused, but he kept pushing. Then his hand brushed my breasts. A jolt ran through me. He grabbed my hand and said, “Shilpa, I’m starting to like you. Can’t we get closer?” I said, “This is wrong.” I tried to leave, but he pulled me toward him. I slapped him hard. He said, “I don’t want to force you. I want you with love.” He pleaded. Then, suddenly, he held my face and kissed my lips. I pushed him away and ran out into the rain. I grabbed my Activa and sped home, tears streaming down my face.

At home, I changed and lay on my bed. That kiss kept replaying in my mind. I could still feel his lips. My hand moved to my breasts, then to my smooth pussy. My fingers rubbed my clit, and his face flashed before me. My body tensed, and a wave of pleasure hit me. I felt calm, but so good. That night, I fingered myself five times, lost in the sensation. I barely slept. In the morning, my phone vibrated—80 messages from him, all saying, “Sorry, but I like you.” I thought, fine, I’ll forgive him. I texted, “It’s okay.” He replied, “Will you meet me tomorrow?” I asked, “Why?” He said, “Just like that.” I agreed. We planned to meet at Fun Republic.

I reached and called him. He said, “Meet me outside the movie hall.” I said, “No movie, let’s talk somewhere.” He agreed, and we walked to his car. He drove toward a quiet road.

Me: “Where are we going?” Him: “Just for a drive.” Me: “Why here?” Him: “Less traffic, and we can talk.” Me: “Okay.”

He asked, “You forgot what happened yesterday, right?” I said, “No, and I don’t want to forget.” I don’t know why I said that. He slammed the brakes and stared at me, shocked. He grabbed my hand. I trembled. He leaned closer, and my eyes closed. His lips met mine. I couldn’t stop myself and kissed him back. His hands moved to my breasts, rubbing them gently. It felt so good. My breathing got heavy. A car horn startled us, and we pulled apart. I was a mess. He asked, “Shilpa, what’s wrong?” I said, “I don’t know.” He said, “Want to go somewhere else?” I said, “I should go home.” He said, “Spend some time with me.” I said, “This isn’t right.” He said, “I’ll only do what you allow. No force.” He asked, “Will you come?” I asked, “Where?” He said, “My friend’s flat. He’s out of town with his family, and I have the keys.” I agreed.

We reached a nice flat in Mohali. He locked the door and grabbed me from behind. His hands roamed over my breasts, and he kissed my neck. I was losing myself. I said, “I want to freshen up.” He showed me the bathroom. When I came out, he was pouring cold drinks. I drank one, and soon, I felt a burning desire for sex. He pounced on me, pulling off my top. My small breasts were exposed, and he started sucking them. “Aahhh… mmm…” I moaned, my body on fire. He untied my salwar and pulled it down. I was helping him, lost in the moment. He stripped to his underwear, his hard cock bulging. He pushed me onto the bed, sucking my breasts while his hand rubbed my pussy. “Mmm… aahhh… please…” I moaned louder. My pussy was dripping, having cum three times already.

He moved between my legs and pressed his lips to my pussy. I grabbed his head, pushing it deeper. He sucked my clit hard, his tongue swirling inside. “Aahhh… ohhh… lalalalala… please… leave me… aahhh…” I screamed, my body shaking. He kept licking, driving me wild. I couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Fuck me! Please, fuck me now!” He got excited, stripped off his underwear, revealing a 6-inch, thick cock. I panicked, “It’s too big… where will it go?” He said, “Don’t worry, darling, leave it to me.” He grabbed a bottle of oil, poured half into my pussy, and rubbed the rest on his cock. My pussy was slick and ready. He placed his cock at my entrance and pushed. It slipped. He tried again, pushing harder. I screamed as it felt like a hot rod piercing me. The pain was intense. He pushed again, and his cock tore through my pussy, going deep. I begged him to stop, but he kissed me and squeezed my breasts.

After a moment, the pain eased, and he started thrusting. The room filled with “thap… thap… dhapp… dhapp…” sounds. My slick pussy made his cock slide in and out easily. “Aahhh… uuu… maaa… fuck me harder…” I moaned, my voice echoing. The pain mixed with pleasure as he pounded me. “Mmm… aahhh… ooo… uiii…” I kept moaning, lost in the rhythm. He switched to a new position, lifting my legs over his shoulders, fucking me deeper. “Ohhh… yes… chodo mujhe… aur zor se…” I begged, my body trembling. He teased my clit with his fingers while thrusting, making me cum again. After nearly an hour, his speed increased, and he shot hot cum inside me, collapsing on top. We lay naked for an hour, exhausted. When I got up, the bedsheet was stained with blood and cum. I could barely stand.

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