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INTRODUCTION: - You all know me by many names like call girl, A woman with money, who has sex for money and to tell you the truth, she is a prostitute, this is what you call me, I work in preimum and high profile Faridabad call girls escort services and I am the head of Faridabad call girls, my name is Muskaan. I live in Lucknow and I am 25 years old. I divide my story in some parts.
INTRODUCTION: - You all know me by many names like call girl, A woman with money, who has sex for money and to tell you the truth, she is a prostitute, this is what you call me, I work in preimum and high profile Faridabad call girls escort services and I am the head of Faridabad call girls, my name is Muskaan. I live in Lucknow and I am 25 years old. I divide my story in some parts.
1. my mother: - I never saw my mother because she died when I was one year old. My name Muskaan was given to me by her.
1. my mother: - I never saw my mother because she died when I was one year old. My name Muskaan was given to me by her.
2. my dad: -My father is the biggest hero of my life who never let me feel the absence of my mother.
2. my dad: -My father is the biggest hero of my life who never let me feel the absence of my mother.
3. my friend: -I have a friend who always stands by me. It is important to have a friend in life who may or may not be there for you in your happiness, but he stands alone in your bad times.
3. my friend: -I have a friend who always stands by me. It is important to have a friend in life who may or may not be there for you in your happiness, but he stands alone in your bad times.
4. my better half: -You know, in our life, a person comes who, despite not being our own, becomes our own, just like the person we have known since birth.
4. my better half: -You know, in our life, a person comes who, despite not being our own, becomes our own, just like the person we have known since birth.
5. my life: -My life was like hell after my father left.
5. my life: -My life was like hell after my father left.
Now let's start my complete story
Now let's start my complete story
paragraphs:- My life started like this when my mom was pregnant, the first time when I was saw my mother my father and mother did not have enough money to get my delivery done in a private hospital, so I went to a government hospital and you know the condition of government hospitals in India. When I was one year old, my mother died of cancer. She knew from the very beginning that she had cancer, and she kept fighting that pain alone.
paragraphs:- My life started like this when my mom was pregnant, the first time when I was saw my mother my father and mother did not have enough money to get my delivery done in a private hospital, so I went to a government hospital and you know the condition of government hospitals in India. When I was one year old, my mother died of cancer. She knew from the very beginning that she had cancer, and she kept fighting that pain alone.
She never let Papa realize that she had cancer. Papa came to know about it when one day Papa saw blood coming out of her nose. At that time Mummy fainted, and Papa took Mummy to the hospital.In the hospital, the doctor said that they have very little time. Papa's eyes filled with tears. I was in Papa's lap. Seeing Papa, I also started crying.
She never let Papa realize that she had cancer. Papa came to know about it when one day Papa saw blood coming out of her nose. At that time Mummy fainted, and Papa took Mummy to the hospital.In the hospital, the doctor said that they have very little time. Papa's eyes filled with tears. I was in Papa's lap. Seeing Papa, I also started crying.
When Mummy regained consciousness, Papa and I met Mummy. Papa asked Mummy one thing, do you consider me a stranger, that is why you hid such a big thing from me. Mummy said crying, no ji.I know how hard you work to earn money, you work day and night and you had a dream that you want to educate Muskaan and make her a doctor, so how could I come in the middle of that dream of yours.
When Mummy regained consciousness, Papa and I met Mummy. Papa asked Mummy one thing, do you consider me a stranger, that is why you hid such a big thing from me. Mummy said crying, no ji.I know how hard you work to earn money, you work day and night and you had a dream that you want to educate Muskaan and make her a doctor, so how could I come in the middle of that dream of yours.
Life is like this for us poor people, we live only to vote and fill out texts and all we get is this government hospital which has neither doctors nor medicines.We are just insects for these leaders who get only monthly ration, we are farmers, we don't want monthly ration, we want good education and good infrastructure.My mother's last words were to take care of my muskan and she blessed me and closed her eyes forever. My father told me all this when I was 10 years old.
Life is like this for us poor people, we live only to vote and fill out texts and all we get is this government hospital which has neither doctors nor medicines.We are just insects for these leaders who get only monthly ration, we are farmers, we don't want monthly ration, we want good education and good infrastructure.My mother's last words were to take care of my muskan and she blessed me and closed her eyes forever. My father told me all this when I was 10 years old.
Everyone's father is the first hero of their life because we know that if any trouble comes upon us, our real hero is our father. These days girls are saying this - one Kachori, two Samosas.How can you trust these men? Look into your father's eyes and say this. I don't say that all men are good, but don't say anything to those who are good.
Everyone's father is the first hero of their life because we know that if any trouble comes upon us, our real hero is our father. These days girls are saying this - one Kachori, two Samosas.How can you trust these men? Look into your father's eyes and say this. I don't say that all men are good, but don't say anything to those who are good.
My father raised me single-handedly. He cooked food for me, got me ready for school, and after returning from work, he would take me for walks. My father would make me sit on the cot and take me for walks around the village.In this way, I turned 20 playing with Papa. He plays like this, when bad times come, it never ends. One day Papa did not return home.
My father raised me single-handedly. He cooked food for me, got me ready for school, and after returning from work, he would take me for walks. My father would make me sit on the cot and take me for walks around the village.In this way, I turned 20 playing with Papa. He plays like this, when bad times come, it never ends. One day Papa did not return home.
I told my neighbor uncle that my father has not come home since yesterday. We both searched for father, but he was not found. The next day the news came that he had met with an accident And he is no more in this world. Hearing this, the ground slipped from under my feet. I felt as if I too had died. I and uncle quickly went to the hospital where he was kept.
I told my neighbor uncle that my father has not come home since yesterday. We both searched for father, but he was not found. The next day the news came that he had met with an accident And he is no more in this world. Hearing this, the ground slipped from under my feet. I felt as if I too had died. I and uncle quickly went to the hospital where he was kept.
I cried a lot with my head on my father's chest and lost consciousness. I regained consciousness after 10 days, by which time the villagers had performed my father's last rites. The doctors told me that the last time he remembered me was when Papa wrote my name on a paper with his blood, which a nurse gave me after Papa passed away and doll which he was bringing for me from the market .
I cried a lot with my head on my father's chest and lost consciousness. I regained consciousness after 10 days, by which time the villagers had performed my father's last rites. The doctors told me that the last time he remembered me was when Papa wrote my name on a paper with his blood, which a nurse gave me after Papa passed away and doll which he was bringing for me from the market .
My hellish life had begun. I had to go to other people's houses and work. Sweeping and cleaning their houses, taking care of their children, it was a matter of one day in the house where I worked.There was only one owner, his wife had gone to her home and was doing household chores as usual and the owner was drinking and started looking at me with dirty eyes, I ignored him.
My hellish life had begun. I had to go to other people's houses and work. Sweeping and cleaning their houses, taking care of their children, it was a matter of one day in the house where I worked.There was only one owner, his wife had gone to her home and was doing household chores as usual and the owner was drinking and started looking at me with dirty eyes, I ignored him.
I was working in his room when suddenly he caught hold of me and made me lie on the bed. I tried hard to push him away but his grip was very strong and he hit me a lot and he placed his hands on me, pulled off my clothes and touched me in a very bad way, he put his private part in my private part, I screamed a lot, I cursed God to him but he did not agree.
I was working in his room when suddenly he caught hold of me and made me lie on the bed. I tried hard to push him away but his grip was very strong and he hit me a lot and he placed his hands on me, pulled off my clothes and touched me in a very bad way, he put his private part in my private part, I screamed a lot, I cursed God to him but he did not agree.
He raped me for 3 days and tried to kill me. He asked me if I told anyone he would kill me. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone. Just let me go from here, I will go far away from here. He also had a gun which he had placed on me. I saved my life and ran away from there to FARIDABAD and started living on the footpath.
He raped me for 3 days and tried to kill me. He asked me if I told anyone he would kill me. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone. Just let me go from here, I will go far away from here. He also had a gun which he had placed on me. I saved my life and ran away from there to FARIDABAD and started living on the footpath.
They say that God sends someone or the other to help you. I met a girl who used to see me every day and used to give me something to eat every day. Her name was Pooja Yadav.We slowly became friends. One day I asked her what she does. She got scared as she suddenly started asking me all this.
They say that God sends someone or the other to help you. I met a girl who used to see me every day and used to give me something to eat every day. Her name was Pooja Yadav.We slowly became friends. One day I asked her what she does. She got scared as she suddenly started asking me all this.
She said in a husky voice that I am a call girl who works for companies like Faridabad call girl escort services and premium Faridabad call girls services.she also asked me if I would like to work with faridabad elders call girlsI thought it would be better to go with her than live this hellish life.
She said in a husky voice that I am a call girl who works for companies like Faridabad call girl escort services and premium Faridabad call girls services.she also asked me if I would like to work with faridabad elders call girlsI thought it would be better to go with her than live this hellish life.
The next day, she took me to a place with a sign that read "Faridabad Premium Call Girls" or "Call Girls in the House Baby." She took me upstairs and explained everything. I was sent to a client who was very rich. He treated me with great respect and even took my permission before having sex. I satisfied him completely. He would put private part in my mouth.
The next day, she took me to a place with a sign that read "Faridabad Premium Call Girls" or "Call Girls in the House Baby." She took me upstairs and explained everything. I was sent to a client who was very rich. He treated me with great respect and even took my permission before having sex. I satisfied him completely. He would put private part in my mouth.
Sometimes he would touch my private parts and put his private parts in it. After the work was done, he gave me Rs 50,000. One thing came to my mind that not all rich people are like that rapist.
Sometimes he would touch my private parts and put his private parts in it. After the work was done, he gave me Rs 50,000. One thing came to my mind that not all rich people are like that rapist.
Slowly, slowly, my life started improving. I would go on trips with clients, sometimes to the mountains, sometimes to places where it was very cold.
Slowly, slowly, my life started improving. I would go on trips with clients, sometimes to the mountains, sometimes to places where it was very cold.
Where I used to live there was a boy who used to look at me every day, he was 3 years younger than me, they say that when there is love then one does not look at age, it just becomes a matter of time.Slowly I started talking to him. We would go out every day, watch movies and party. I had no idea that he was in love with me. We were just good friends.One day he proposed to me and said that you will marry me, I did not give him any answer and I came to my room, I felt that if I told him the truth then what would he think.
Where I used to live there was a boy who used to look at me every day, he was 3 years younger than me, they say that when there is love then one does not look at age, it just becomes a matter of time.Slowly I started talking to him. We would go out every day, watch movies and party. I had no idea that he was in love with me. We were just good friends.One day he proposed to me and said that you will marry me, I did not give him any answer and I came to my room, I felt that if I told him the truth then what would he think.
So I kept my distance from him, but he would meet me on the road every day and tell me what I had said and done wrong.I love you, I want to marry you, is this wrong, I said we'll meet in the park in the eveningI thought I would tell him the truth today about what I do.
So I kept my distance from him, but he would meet me on the road every day and tell me what I had said and done wrong.I love you, I want to marry you, is this wrong, I said we'll meet in the park in the eveningI thought I would tell him the truth today about what I do.
We met in the evening and I told him everything that I am a Faridabad call girl who has sex for money. He became calm for a while and started saying, no one, you should stop doing this now.I will keep you in mind. Tears came to my eyes and I hugged her. She said to me, honey, where will you go on the moon? Then we both got married.
We met in the evening and I told him everything that I am a Faridabad call girl who has sex for money. He became calm for a while and started saying, no one, you should stop doing this now.I will keep you in mind. Tears came to my eyes and I hugged her. She said to me, honey, where will you go on the moon? Then we both got married.
And I created this site with the name Faridabad Call Girl and the girls who work as call girls should get their rightful money, there should be no one to steal the money and all the girls should be happy.This is a small story of Muskaan, thank you all for reading this story, love you bye♥️
And I created this site with the name Faridabad Call Girl and the girls who work as call girls should get their rightful money, there should be no one to steal the money and all the girls should be happy.This is a small story of Muskaan, thank you all for reading this story, love you bye♥️
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A story about a young Gen Z girl
A story about a young Gen Z girl
INTRODUCTION :-You might have seen some girls get out of an auto-rickshaw and get into an argument with a man in a car; I was one of those girls. The man had called us all "Randi" (whores), which is why we had to react the way we did. We work as call girls out of necessity, not by choice. We, too, are someone’s sisters or daughters, and we also crave respect. Why are we viewed differently by this society? A society that is itself "naked"—what could it possibly strip away from us? I still work for a call girl service in Faridabad.
BODY :-Let me begin my story. Although I am originally from Bihar, I grew up in the shanties (slums) of Sector 17, Faridabad. My parents moved from Bihar to Faridabad when I was two years old, just to earn enough for two square meals a day—you know what the situation is like in Bihar; there’s nothing there. I grew up and spent my childhood in those shanties in Sector 17, Faridabad. A woman lived in my neighborhood who worked as a call girl—she was involved in call girl and escort services in Faridabad. Whenever she came home, I would spend time with her, and she would tell me everything. She once told me about her first client; she was only 15 when she first entered the call girl trade. She was terrified and sitting in a corner when a client approached her and took her to a room. As soon as they entered, the man grabbed her, forced a kiss on her, and began squeezing her breasts. Before she could even process what was happening, he reached into her panties and... He inserted his finger into her pussy, and she cried out; he enjoyed the sound of her cries. He slid two fingers into her pussy and began to slowly remove her clothes. Once he had stripped her completely, he started sucking on her breasts. She told me that she began to feel pleasure at that point; when he licked her pussy, she felt as if she had reached heaven. She even asked him to insert his cock into her. The client had been teasing her, and the moment finally arrived when she was driven nearly mad with the desire to take his cock inside her. He touched his cock to her pussy; she grabbed it, guided it in, and held onto him tightly. He pushed his cock all the way inside and thrust at least a hundred times. She began to bleed. When she told her friend about this, her friend explained that her "seal" had been broken—that the first time a cock enters a pussy, the seal breaks, and subsequent sexual encounters are less painful. I hugged her to comfort her. I grew up listening to such stories about her. When I turned 17, my father passed away; our family’s financial situation was already quite poor.
After Papa's death, we were forced to beg. Our neighbour's sister could not bear to see us in this condition. One day she called me and said, Ankita, see, he will not leave the house, do one thing, come with me, from tomorrow I will talk to your call girls in Faridabad and she said that you are of a tender age, if your seal is broken then you can get up to Rs. 50,000. Next day she took me to Faridabad escorts services company. There were many girls like me and my sister who were sitting ready for sex. A client would come, choose one of them and have sex. He took me to the room to do it, didi got me ready and made me sit with them, a client came there, he saw me and started looking at me, come with me, didi told him that it will cost more money because no one has fucked her pussy till now and neither has such a thing come till date in Faridabad call girls services, as soon as they saw me, three-four clients came and they started bidding on me as if they had never fucked a sealed pussy, someone bid 20000, someone bid 40000 and the highest bid was 100000 in the history of Faridabad call girls services till date. I didn't say that much. He kept 100000 rupees in didi's hand and took me to a room. He asked me to relax. He started talking to me. Slowly he started drinking and he also gave me a packet of liquor. He was a famous client of Faridabad's high profile call girls. Didi had already told me to agree to whatever he says silently. I drank the liquor on his insistence. I started feeling intoxicated and lay down on the bed. He also lay down beside me and started kissing my face and lips and slowly started opening my pants. He removed my top and my pants and He also removed his clothes, now we both were naked on a bed, he slowly increased the trajectory of my soft pussy with his hand and started touching it, I started feeling something inside, while caressing my pussy, he put his finger in my pussy, I felt pain but that pain was a mild pain, I was enjoying that pain, sometimes he kissed my lips and sometimes he sucked my soft breasts, his lips were slowly moving downwards, as soon as he kissed my pussy with his lips, I felt as if my whole body was roaming in heaven, he was licking my delicate pussy inside with his tongue He started licking it, my mind was saying that he should always lick my pussy like this, he put his dick in my mouth and I automatically started sucking it, I was feeling as if client's dick is an important part of my life, I took my client's dick completely in my mouth till I lost my breath, after that he gave me a kiss on my lips and started to put his dick on my soft pussy, he kept his hard dick on my pussy, I told him to put it inside, he told me to put it with my hands, then I put his dick in my pussy with my hands. As soon as I left, I screamed. Men like this one sound, hearing which their engine gets charged. Then he fucked my pussy in such a way that he turned my pussy into a cunt. Blood started flowing from my pussy. The customer said to me, congratulations, your seal has been broken. I was in a lot of pain, but I still kept giving him my pussy. In the morning, he dropped me home and I came home and sat down. Where I used to live, there used to be a boy named Rohit, whom I liked since childhood and he also liked me. He was my first love. He loves me, isn't he? First love. He can do anything with you but you never forget him, same thing happened with me, I told him everything about myself, he made false promises to me that he will marry me, he will take me somewhere far away, he knew everything about what kind of services Faridabad call girls provide.
Whenever I used to come from work, I used to meet Rohit everyday, we used to talk the whole night and he used to take me to an empty house and fuck me daily and also take money from me but till here it was fine, he did such a thing with me which I could never have even imagined, he took me to an Oyo, he had already kept his friends sitting in another room, we both were in a separate room, he told me that today he would drink alcohol, I really wanted to drink alcohol, I did not stop him, he drank himself and made me drink too, I became so drunk that my body became useless. I was not doing it, I was just conscious enough to know what was happening to me. Rohit drugged me and fucked my pussy. For that, both my pussy and ass were available but he called his 5 friends in that room who did dirty things to me one by one. I was crying the whole night and in the morning when I regained consciousness, there was no one with me. Rohit had fled from there after fucking me. He broke my trust. Then I did not see him for a few days, 1-2 months passed but there was no news of him. I too was going home and away from home for my work. One day he met me in the market, to tell you the truth, he broke my heart, I should never have talked to him, but he is the one who understands that first love is first love, he can fuck my ass as much as he wants, but he is the one who wants me, he told me that he has shifted somewhere else, now he will not come here, he took my number and left from there, one day I got a call from him that we want to meet, let's go, I knew why he was calling, I told him to come and pick me up, and he and his new cute friend came to pick me up, he called me Bhabhi He was calling me Bhabhi, till date no one had talked to me with so much respect, I and one of my friends who used to work with me in Faridabad Viral Call Girls, she was there, Rohit and his friend, all four of us went on the same bike to Oyo, Rohit's friend booked a room and all four of us sat in the same room, Rohit brought a bottle of liquor, then all four of us drank together, Rohit lay down with me and his friend lay down with my friend, they both started kissing, Rohit and I were laughing after seeing them, we both went to another room, Rohit took me to another room and fucked both my pussy and ass.
Rohit went to his friend and started asking him what had happened, he said that she was refusing to give her pussy, his friend told me that Bhabhi, tell her and make her understand.My friend left from there. Rohit called his other friends and I understood that this was the same person who was going to commit the crime. I trusted only one friend of Rohit who was calling me Bhabhi. Rohit started taking me to another room. I recognized his friends. All of them were from the same day who had fucked me and tore my clothes. I started screaming loudly and the Oyo guys chased them all away. There was Rohit and his cute friend on the bass. I went inside the room and lay down. I was very intoxicated. Rohit had also left from there. He told his friend that he is intoxicated, fuck her, his friend said that I will not do anything without his consent, I was listening to them silently, Rohit left from there and his friend came into the room and made me sit a little away from him, I was also scared that he too might go away like the others, my legs were hanging below the bed, he lifted my legs from below and placed them on the bed, covered me with a blanket and made me lie down beside him, he did not do anything with me the whole night, he left from there in the morning, I just prayed to God for one thing that this boy should be saved Keep me happy, he is very simple I wish I get married to this boy After a long time I met that boy again He started looking at me how are you Bhabhi I said to him don't call me Bhabhi call me Ankita He said its okay I told him you don't have any problem I am a call girl who provides call girl services in Faridabad She said something to me which touched my heart She said you are not doing this work of your own free will it is your compulsion you have to go to your home He asked me you are not getting married I told him I will do it when a simple boy like you marries me. He smiled and said okay and he left from there. After that I have not met him till date. It has been 5 years since I met him.
Rohit went to his friend and started asking him what had happened, he said that she was refusing to give her pussy, his friend told me that Bhabhi, tell her and make her understand.My friend left from there. Rohit called his other friends and I understood that this was the same person who was going to commit the crime. I trusted only one friend of Rohit who was calling me Bhabhi. Rohit started taking me to another room. I recognized his friends. All of them were from the same day who had fucked me and tore my clothes. I started screaming loudly and the Oyo guys chased them all away. There was Rohit and his cute friend on the bass. I went inside the room and lay down. I was very intoxicated. Rohit had also left from there. He told his friend that he is intoxicated, fuck her, his friend said that I will not do anything without his consent, I was listening to them silently, Rohit left from there and his friend came into the room and made me sit a little away from him, I was also scared that he too might go away like the others, my legs were hanging below the bed, he lifted my legs from below and placed them on the bed, covered me with a blanket and made me lie down beside him, he did not do anything with me the whole night, he left from there in the morning, I just prayed to God for one thing that this boy should be saved Keep me happy, he is very simple I wish I get married to this boy After a long time I met that boy again He started looking at me how are you Bhabhi I said to him don't call me Bhabhi call me Ankita He said its okay I told him you don't have any problem I am a call girl who provides call girl services in Faridabad She said something to me which touched my heart She said you are not doing this work of your own free will it is your compulsion you have to go to your home He asked me you are not getting married I told him I will do it when a simple boy like you marries me. He smiled and said okay and he left from there. After that I have not met him till date. It has been 5 years since I met him.
It is said that some people come into your life for a short time and make some of your moments memorable. These are those two moments of my life which I would like to remember till my last breath. How lucky would be that girl who will marry this boy and spend her entire life with this God-like person. I know this world was not made for such people. If I say from his point of view, then his defeat must have been done by someone for his own benefit, some to pass time, some for money, but no one will see his pure heart. When a person like this boy comes to know that all of them are using him, he makes everyone else his own and starts living alone. This is the speciality of pure hearted boys, they easily adapt to the lifestyle that they want to adopt, but this never moves on in their minds. That girl keeps roaming around every moment, the one who was their first love is considered as a blood bond between them, understand these boys, there are very few such people on this earth who are happy by giving happiness to others.
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