I have been asked by a few of my EP friends how I view being used by Indian men here at the brothel...do I find the fact that I am racially different to them? well if I am honest I find the fact that I am white skinned and they are of native darker skin pigmentation a turn on and when I watch laying on my back with my legs held apart with a dark skinned cock sliding into my fair skinned pussy I do get aroused which does help the sex be less of a chore. I know turning the issue 180 degrees and seeing it from the Indian side I know they find it a real thrill/turn on or whatever they wish to call it to be able to take a white skinned woman especially the poor men that frequent the brothel I belong to as they would never have gotten the chance to have white flesh in any other case. So no I don't see this as a problem in my sexually interacting with the racially different males here I think the variation of my fair white skin being up close with a dark skinned male is both good and personally enjoyable to me ....although LOL I have no choice in the matter but to enjoy the constant interracial sexual interaction I get every day.
This blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog
Today (Monday 8th of April) has been slow so far here within the slums of Mumbai, I upon concluding my housework duties at the brothel which all the women here have to do daily before it opens in the afternoon I chose to sit outside on the doorstep with Ayah. She is a sister of mine who has been working here for 2 years ever since her husband made her prostitute herself and unlike myself who is bonded to this brothel as its property she goes home at the end of the day, although this happens I don't see much difference in us as although she is not owned by the brothel owner like I am she is still a woman who has been forced to become a prostitute but has just been forced by a different exploiter in her husband. We laugh as life passes by in the street as we both know there is nothing we can do about our lives as prostitutes and so don't dwell on things we cannot change, she explained that she has to do this as her husband would cast her out if she refused and she would be more destitute than she is in being a prostitute. Several men slow and cast a glance at us both sitting on the step and one comes up and asks me how much for a 15 minute blowjob and upon telling him he nods and lifts me up off the step and guides me inside the brothel. After paying my owner 25 rupees I lead him up the staircase onto the floor where the cubicles are and we get in one that is free, drawing the curtain across for privacy I unclip the front of the traditional Indian style cropped top I am wearing allowing my breast to fall out of it and discarding it to the side of the mattress we are both kneeling on I let him play with them for a short bit before he removes his lower clothes. Playing with my breasts has got him erect which was the reason I took off my top as I was shown by one of my sisters that doing so help quicken up them getting hard and so made things easier, so facing him as he squatted before me with his cock pointing up at me I bend down and as he holds my hair he pulls me to it and I open my mouth to accept his manhood. Tightly wrapping my lips round it I move back and forth on it as the sounds of my sisters crying out quietly permeate the darkened privacy of our cubicle as they go through their own sexual servicing's, he moans as I suck harder upon his firm rod of flesh and his grip upon my head tightens and I know he is soon coming to shoot his bolt and so I rapidly up the sucking motion and soon he cries out in satisfaction as he cums. My mouth is soon filled with his ejaculated seed and I try to swallow and let it seep down my throat and into my stomach, he retrieves his cock now slowly becoming flaccid again and as I gulp down the remnants of the cum he has left in my mouth he get dressed with a satisfied grin on his face. I give him a lopsided grin back as I slip back on my top and do up a couple of the hook and eye clips and with a thank you and a quick squeeze of my left breast he leaves me alone in the cubicle with the sounds of sex in the air. I return a few minutes later to Ayah who is still sitting on the step and she asks 'was it okay' and I smile and rub my exposed tummy and she laughs and says 'he left a gift in you then' and I nod and reply 'a big gift' feeling his cum swilling about in my stomach. I am soon back in a cubicle naked on all fours as a 68 year old regular has paid 75 rupees to fuck me and with his cock in me and him bent over my back holding my breasts that are hanging down above the mattress I gasp as he as vigorously as he can for his age pumps away at me, I clamp tightly on his cock with the lips of my pussy and he grunts away above me with the physical exertion of fucking me and soon he cums and flops down on top of me breathing heavily from his tirering use of me where we remain in that position for a few minutes before he climbs off me and concludes the use of me and dresses and leaves without a word. I go and shower quickly before collecting my top and skirt and slipping them back on and seeing that it is slow I retire to my room to log on to EP and see what is happening outside the limited life I have within the slums of the city I am part of.
A few days ago one week day evening my owner called me in and told me that two young men had paid her for a hours use of me and when I looked into the corridor I could see that they were indeed two very young men, greeting them I lead them up the stairway to the cubicles and into one that was free. Drawing the curtain across I smiled and asked if they were sure they wanted their first sexual experience to be with me and not with a girl their own age, I was told by one of them that they had been saving up to have the chance with me and so with that confirmation I slowly in front of them unfastened the front of the cropped top I was wearing to reveal my breasts to them which they were soon grinning like the proverbial cat that had gotten the cream. That reaction made me smile too and I then helped them both undress and once done I slipped off my skirt letting it drop onto the mattress revealing my pussy to them, they just stared at my nakedness for a long time before I asked which one of them wanted first go with me and with that query one came up to me and said he would and so taking hold of his cock I massaged it and soon he was erect and so slipping his dark skinned cock into my mouth I sucked upon it for a few minutes taking it quite deep into my mouth before bringing it out and slipping on the condom they had brought with them. He then seemed to become confident and pushed me onto my back and pushing apart my legs he dropped his slim fr
Some of my friends on EP have asked how can I allow this to happen to myself? and although being forced to be a prostitute is wrong for any woman to have to endure in real life it is happening all around the world whether it be in the western world such as my homeland of the UK and I have no doubt it is happening even there, it occurs very easily in the south east asia area and as with me it is a prevalent occurance here in the sub continent. It has happened for many centuries with women being exploited for sexual profit and just because we lived supposedly in the enlightened times of the 21st century where this sort of thing should be a thing of the past in reality whilst there are women then there will be people who will take advantage and put into sexual slavery vunurable women who cannot fight their owners in turning them into prostitutes.
Here in India if society here does not publicly acknowledge that women are sold as sex slaves it undeniably knows it happens and although the authorities do try to help and rescue such women as myself from brothels the scale of it is so big it does not make a iota of difference in the scheme of things. The people that run the slum sex trade here in Mumbai are organised and skilled at aquirering and using women as I found out personally after being sold into it by my ex-Indian boyfriend, even though I thought being a British woman and white skinned I would be 'rescued' quickly from the destitute alleyways that I had been dumped in....I was wrong, dead wrong in thinking this. My ethnicity meant nothing as I was just simply another female sold into the pool of sexual exploitation that is the sex trade and I soon disappeared among the hidden malestrom of prostitution here becoming just another of the hundreds of anonymous women used for sex by the male denziens of the slums that have been my home these past 5 or so years.
I did not ever envisage becoming a slave especially in another country but life has dealt me this hand and in choosing to survive instead of possibly dying at the hands of the people that I am owned by in some violent way I am at peace with the simple fact that I am a sex slave here and will be possibly for decades to come being sold to men on a daily go to satiosfy their sexual needs and desire for a few rupees. Yes I don't have my physical freedom as I am the property of a 62 year old Indian woman but I am free in mind and spirit, yes I am a prostitute who has her body cheaply sold day in and day out, I have very few rupees to my name but here in the slums that is neither right or wrong but a natural fact for all people living in this area and I am not ashamed in being very poor and destitute as having had a comfortable middle classed life in the past I have reconciled with what I have become now among these slums.
I am a sex slave, a woman who is exploited, a prostitute in a forign country but I am also Jenny who is not ashamed to have fallen into this life and have faith that with the support of my sisters here I move from day to day happy and at peace with the fact that I am what I am here.
So 2013 has come into being around the world and also into my little bit of it here among the slums here in Mumbai. I enter my 6th year in sexual bondage but with a positive attitude towards my life as a very cheap price whore here as I find some equinamity in being one , what will occur here for me? who knows but I find I none the less am looking forward as my owners property to continueing as what I have been for these 5 years as life as a sex slave does not have the complications of free life and I have realised on many occassions that I don't miss those 'complications' as much as I thought I would.
So I wish everyone who reads this blog entry a happy new year and whatever life you have may it be positive in ways that you wish it to be.
Well today (Sunday 4th Nov) there is a local religious festival going on and at the end in the evening the men celebrate by visiting the brothels in the area so knowing what past events have meant I know I am along with the other girls in our brothel going to be kept busy all evening long into the early hours of the following morning keeping the many customers happy. We get to celebrate it too by having a big meal together in the afternoon which is a joyful occassion for all who attend it.
Will let you know how the nights fun goes LOL.
Today I sat down with a girl no older than 14 or 15 outside the brothel; and discussed life within it as she told me she was thinking about entering the life, I was shocked to hear this and sat her down and asked if she went to school and she said yes but told me that her brother was pressing her to do so to earn the family money. I asked her if he was bringing in money for the family and she said no and that he was lazy, I asked if her parents wanted this of her and she admitted that they did not know of the conversations between her brother and I told her that she should talk to her mother as she would understand and be able to give guidance on this serious subject and I went on to explain how life was here in the slums for me.
She seem to take it all in studiously and was shocked to find out that I had had no choice in the matter in becoming a prostitute here and was trapped here until I had cleared the debt I had with the Madam of the brothel, she was genuinely sad for my predicament but I steered the focus back to her thinking about entering life here and I told her it was a hard, harsh life here where women were treated with disrespect and had no real human rights as prostitutes. She asked me what other options she had and I tried to point out that if her parents had not brough this subject up then they did not want this to happen to her and probably wanted her to finish school and do something much more positive and rewarding for herself in her life.
She at the end of the conversation seemed to have realised that her brother was wrong to have suggested this for her and promised to talk to her mother (alone at my suggestion). I gave her a hug and she left to go home whilst I felt a warm glow within myself to having possibly stopped a girl doing the wrong thing.
Life here can have the odd good.....no I mean great day when things like this occur.
My mood: very emotional
Well today a customer asked to spend a hour spanking me in the cubicle this afternoon and my Mistress/Owner was happy to oblige him as she was able to charge a bit extra for this service and so on all fours I took a beating on my rear by him. The other girls in the brothel were amused as the cries from me rang out as he firmly and determinedly took to hitting my rump hard with his hands, fortunately it was the buttocks only as I have heard stories from other nearby brothels of owners allowing their girls to be hit in other places. The customer took great pleasure in seeing to it that my bum became very reddened and by the end I could not sit down LOL so at the conclusion I took myself to the shower we have here and with it on cool (very cool in fact LOL) I just let it spray my ass until the throbbing died down.
The rest of the afternoon was a bit uncomfortable with the following customers who f****d me after that as being banged on my back meant my ass got some more pounding from the not so soft mattress that we have in the cubicles here, but I survived LOL and got through the 8 men that used me after the spanking.....all I need to do now is get through the night session and hope it does not go too far into the early hours LOL enabling me to recouperate from the beating earlier this afternoon.
My mood: pretty sore
Well here comes a new week of being put on my back or on all fours and f****d, sucking cock or giving tit wanks which are very popular here at the brothel, guess I give them good LOL and having had a few days off I am full of energy and ready to have my legs parted many times in the day. I wonder what the customers will think when they see the simple tattoo that has been put on the front between my legs above my pussy, will they be amused?, like or dislike it? I guess I will find out as the day goes on but it is there and there to stay LOL. I found that even though I get continuous f*****gs I have actually put on a few pounds over the last few weeks but I was told by Noor who also works here that Indian men do not mind the sightly plumper woman so won't bat a eyelid in seeing me a bit rounded out LOL....I put it down to Noor (sister prostitute) cooking some delicous meals here lately. We will see LOL.
Well this afternoon I was on my back with legs parted being f****d by the Indian version of Arnold Swartzenegger and although feeling those huge muscles embrace my body was lovely I'm afraid his c**k was a bit undervalued as I was surprised hen he srtipped to see not much between his legs. But as a prostitute here I am duty bound to make him comfortable in the cubicle and so make a bit of a deal about his body and soon he has me in a tight embrace with me squatting across him, it takes me a few seconds to realise that he has become erect and has penetrated me and so I squeeze down on what has gone in me and bouncing me up and down on his lap I make a deal of how good he is doing me and some fifteen minutes later he cums and the session comes to a halt...he thanks me and leaves me happy and satisfied...me I am left now alone very underwhelmed by the whole experience. Muscles great, c**k not so great so I guess what you see on the outside is not neccesarily what advertises what is in the inside but being so the session in the cubicle was short (no pun meant) and sweet.
Today in the afternoon session here at the brothel I was put on show by my Mistress/Owner, she had me strip naked (not a hard job to do I grant you as all I had on was a long skirt and cropped top). In the viewing room that we sit in and can be viewed by the passing public through the caged windows I was unceremoniously put onto my hands and knees by Gopan who is a relative of the woman that owns me and he f****d me furiously in this room. He held me down very tightly by the back of my neck as he thrusted away at me and I found myself loosing control in his hands and reacting to his attention upon me. There were at least 5 or 6 men peering through the caged window laughing and shouting encouragement as Gopan pounded me from behind and I could not help but vocalise my feelings at that very moment which was in the guise of moans,groans and grunts, this reaction by me just seem to spur him on and I was banged even harder by him and when he came in me it was a explosion of relief by the sound of his cry of delight. Retrieving his cock he pulled me upright on my knees and forced it into my mouth and I recieved his 'gift' and swallowing it I was released from his grasp and he left the room to the cheers of the watching audience leaving me alone to the words coming from the men watching....'good work whore', 'you got what you deserved woman', 'this is where you white women should be'. Its nothing I have not heard before or hear regulary so collecting my clothes I got up and left the room and seeing my Mistress I asked her why that had happened 'oh Gopan had had done something for me that needed rewarding and you were that reward' she explained adding 'and girl it does not harm business to show the local customers what that they can get here so a free showing of one of my girls being f****d every so often helps'. With that I was told to clean up for the coming customers.
She was correct as I got used 10 times in the afternoon session and all were full sex sessions which pleased my Mistress. It was a unexpected beginning to the week but admittedly I did get aroused by being taken in front of those watching men so I guess fun for all around then?.
Well it is 4.30pm on Saturday afternoon and I am in my room sipping my tea trying to remove the taste of cum from it although it is harder to get rid of the taste from the stuff I had to swallow, every time I burp it inevitably brings up a bit of the taste LOL and I can't eat to dampen the sitting cum within my stomach as I have found I vomit quite easily if I do so. A hour ago I was in one of the cubicles on all fours being used by 4 guys in their late 20s and I got used hard. It is always the case when here when you get a group of guys come in and want to share a woman and I have found personally when in this situation such as a hour ago that the use is hard and rough. I have asked this question to the gharwalis (Madam/Owner of the brothel) why this is and her reply was probably because I was white and British and thay have a perception that all white western women like it that way or percieve that it is the way with white western women to treat them in such a manner and thinks it is not down to my simply being a prostitute. Either way I found myself on all fours with one in my pussy from behind and another forcing his cock (alright I admit erect it was quite impressive LOL) but being grabbed by the hair and yanked to suck on it was as in most cases the most enjoyable exprience. I guess I should be grateful that they used condoms when f*****g me as the older customers feel such things hinder the pleasure of having sex with prostitutes here but the younger generation do seem enlightened to protection and do take notice of the large painted image on the entrance hallway wall of a condom over a penis LOL. I was only taken pussywise by them as some do like to do us anally but even so they none the less left me sore by the conclusion of the sex so a bath is in need of after evening meal just before I get put to work on the evening/night session. My gharwalis does like groups as she can charge a bit extra but even though she was a prostitute here in these same slums when she was much younger she I guess has forgotten how hard and roughly we women get used by such groups when made to service them.
Well it's a hour later now and evening meal is about to be served and I need to wolf it down LOL now my stomach has settled and take a hot bath to ease the soreness because Saturday evenings are the busiest nights of the week with customers having been paid and happy to use the local prostitutes among the slums here.
Well got up this morning feeling a bit better about myself having found this website last night and becoming a member. The use of a computer is one of the very few freedoms I have here as long as I don't do anything to 'rock the boat' so here's hoping I don't and get my Mistress crazy in anyway. One thing in the 5 years in this brothel here in the slums of Mumbai that I have not fully adjusted to is the heat.....this building has no air-con and when you have a guy on top of you fucking away you get sweaty and hot damn quickly, guess I should be grateful that the small cubicles that we girls here have to service the customers in do have little windows that we can open to let in some air....even it is hot due to the temperatures we have here.
I have just joined this site hoping that the plight I am in here in Mumbai may ring true with others who are in my position. It is a link to the outside world for me being stuck in a slum brothel in the depths of Mumbai which compared to the life I had back in the UK is hard, harsh and tough. I went from being a employed working woman in Mumbai to a unemployed one after loosing my job there and rapidly finding myself through the so called Indian boyfriend put into prostitution and quickly being sold by him into the slum brothel that has been my home for the last 5 years and turning me into a poor destitute caged prostitute having to turn tricks for the low sum of 100 Rupees a session...that is just $2.00 for a 15 minute sex session, that is how cheap sex is here in the slums. I was told that I would not be able to escape it having been sold into it but I didn't believe them at first but after several unsuccessful attempts of escape I came to realise they had been telling the truth and my life was to be a poor, cheap priced whore here, it has been for 5 years and I guess will be for many years to come until I pay off the debt I owe for the price paid for me by the brothel owner.
Previous PostsMe white him brown...is this a problem?, posted April 27th, 2013
Hot Sex, posted April 27th, 2013
A slow afternoon, posted April 8th, 2013, 1 comment
The taking of two virgins, posted March 30th, 2013, 2 comments
On my back with spead legs and at peace with doing so, posted February 4th, 2013, 3 comments
Into a new year, posted January 6th, 2013, 3 comments
Busy day, posted November 4th, 2012, 2 comments
Helping a young girl walk a different path, posted October 16th, 2012, 4 comments
Spanked, posted October 2nd, 2012
Start of new week with a new tattoo in place on my body., posted September 23rd, 2012, 1 comment
What is on the outside can be very different on the inside of a customer., posted September 20th, 2012, 1 comment
On show, posted September 17th, 2012, 1 comment
Gang banged, posted September 15th, 2012, 3 comments
Life among the slums, posted September 13th, 2012, 1 comment
Life among the slums, posted September 12th, 2012
BlogrollHere are some friends' blogs...
HelpEmbed Photos Embed Videos