Dakini: A Dusky Diva’s Story

Dakini: The Story of a Dusky Diva

Part 2: Second Betrayal – Friend and Double Pain

Dakini woke up at 6 a.m. There was a long queue outside the PG’s common bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself — the red marks from last night were still visible on her dusky skin. Fingerprints from Ravi’s grip were clearly imprinted on her heavy breasts, her nipples still swollen and tender. A faint burning sensation lingered in her pussy, reminding her with every step of exactly what she had lost the previous night. She slowly ran her fingers over her slit — it was still wet, but the wetness came with pain. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

“Just one more time… for the portfolio. After that, I’ll never go near him again.”

She called her mother in the morning. “Mummy, there’s another shoot today. I’ll get the money soon.” Her mother sounded happy on the phone. “Beta, are you okay? Your voice sounds a little sad.” Dakini forced a smile and lied, “I’m perfectly fine, Mummy. Just send Riya to school.”

At 7:30 p.m. she reached Ravi’s studio. Today she had chosen a simple white kurti and jeans — a completely innocent village-girl look. Hair left open, light kajal on her eyes. Ravi opened the door and smiled the moment he saw her. “My dusky beauty has arrived. You’re glowing even more after last night.” Dakini looked down and just nodded.

The moment they stepped inside, Ravi locked the door. “Today we’ll finish your portfolio shoot. But first… a little warm-up.” He pulled her onto the sofa. At first it was just kissing — he sucked and bit her full lips, pushed his tongue inside. Dakini felt disgusted, but she didn’t stop him. Ravi lifted her kurti, unhooked her bra. Her heavy dusky breasts spilled out. He grabbed them with both hands and squeezed hard, pinching the nipples. “Wow… they’re even tighter than yesterday.” Then he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily, like a hungry child. Dakini’s breathing quickened. “Sir… it hurts…”

Ravi laughed. “This isn’t pain… it’s pleasure. Now for the real work.” He picked up his phone and called someone. “Yeah bro, come over. My new model is here. You’re getting your chance today too.”

A current of fear ran through Dakini’s heart. “Sir… what? Who did you call?” Ravi grabbed her hair and growled, “Shut up. These are my friends — Vicky and Sameer. Both professional photographers. Today we’re doing a triple shoot. Your portfolio will be international level. Otherwise all this doesn’t come free.”

Dakini wanted to run, but Ravi gripped her waist tightly. “Remember your mother’s bill? I’ll take back the 3000 I gave you last night if you back out now.” Tears started flowing down Dakini’s cheeks. She sat back on the sofa and just cried.

Five minutes later the door opened. Vicky (38, tall, lean and well-built) and Sameer (42, slightly heavy but strong) walked in. Both looked at Dakini and exchanged smiles. “Wow Ravi… this is real dusky goods. 36D confirmed?”

Ravi nodded. “Go ahead, check for yourself.” All three pulled Dakini to her feet. She tried to stop them from removing her clothes, but Vicky tore her kurti in one rough pull. Jeans and panty were yanked down. Dakini now stood completely naked — dusky glowing skin, heavy breasts swaying, her tight pussy still slightly red from the night before.

First they circled her, inspecting every inch. Vicky grabbed her ass from behind. “Damn, it’s thick… perfect for doggy.” Sameer squeezed her breasts from the front and took a nipple in his mouth. Ravi switched on the camera. “Shoot starts. Relax, Dakini… smile.”

But no smile came. Only tears. Vicky laid her on the sofa. He pulled down his pants — his cock was 6 inches but very thick. Sameer took out his 7.5-inch dick. Ravi was already hard.

First round — oral. Vicky shoved his cock straight into Dakini’s mouth. “Suck it properly… the way Ravi taught you yesterday.” Dakini gagged. Sameer slid his cock between her breasts and started tit-fucking her. Ravi pushed two fingers, then three, into her pussy. Against her will, Dakini’s body started getting wet. For fifteen minutes they fucked her mouth — sometimes Vicky, sometimes Sameer, sometimes both together (double oral). Saliva dripped from her chin, her eyes turned red.

Then the real double scene began.

Vicky made her go on all fours. He spat on his cock and rammed it into her pussy in one hard thrust. “Aaaahhh… it’s too thick… it hurts!!” Dakini screamed. Sameer stepped in front and pushed his cock into her mouth. Both ends were now being pounded — slap-slap-slap. Vicky fucked her hard from behind, slapping her round ass. “Take it, you dusky slut… this is how the whole industry gets fucked.” Sameer went deep into her throat. “Suck it clean with your tongue.”

Ravi kept recording, occasionally joining in — biting her nipples, fingering her pussy whenever Vicky pulled out.

Position change — real double penetration. Vicky lay down. He pulled Dakini on top (cowgirl on his cock in her pussy). Sameer entered her ass from behind — slowly at first, then all the way in. Dakini let out a piercing scream. “No… not both at once… it will tear… Maa!!” The pain was so intense everything went dark before her eyes. But both men increased their speed. One in, one out — perfect rhythm. Her heavy dusky breasts bounced wildly, sweat shining on her body. She could only cry now. “Stop… please… I’ll die… I’ll tell Mummy…”

The three men just laughed. They fucked her non-stop for twenty-five minutes — pussy + ass, pussy + mouth, ass + mouth, every combination. In the end they surrounded her. Vicky came inside her pussy, Sameer in her ass, Ravi in her mouth. Hot cum filled all three holes. Dakini collapsed on the sofa, almost unconscious — pussy swollen and red, ass throbbing, mouth filled with the taste.

Ravi handed her 5000 rupees (all three had chipped in). “Today’s portfolio is very strong. Come tomorrow… and yes, this video stays with me. If you’re smart, it will never go public.”

Dakini put her clothes back on with trembling hands. On the stairs going down she sat and cried for thirty minutes. Her mother’s message flashed on the phone — “Beta, the bill has reached 60,000. Have to pay by tomorrow.” She wiped her tears and returned to the PG.

For the next seven days the same routine continued. Every day she went to Ravi — sometimes alone, sometimes with his friends. Once Vicky even called her to his car and fucked her on the highway. Every time she got money, but no big break. Auditions still ended in rejection — “Portfolio is good, but you don’t look confident in live auditions.”

One day Ravi introduced her to Raj Malhotra — a 50-year-old famous fashion designer. “He can take you to Paris. You just have to stay dedicated to him.”

Raj called Dakini to his suite in a 5-star hotel. At first it was just talk — champagne, dinner. Then he said, “You’re very talented… but in this industry, survival means you have to prove it to me.”

Dakini closed her eyes. That night Raj fucked her for two full hours — slowly but deep. Missionary, doggy, in the shower. He licked every inch of her dusky body — breasts, pussy, ass. Dakini no longer cried; she just lay there with her eyes closed. “Just let this end…”

But it didn’t end.