The Discovery

Their focus was tranquil as if in some state of trance, six of them peered into the screen held by one.
The state lasted for all of Two minutes twenty-seven seconds, after which the men sighed and just looked at each other. Stunned and speechless all of them seemed to have the same question in mind.

Do you think its Ramya chechi? One of them quipped. For others, the scene hadn’t fully sunk in to answer anything. But sometimes emotions are felt even though it may not be conveyed through words or gestures.

The short clip of naked teenage girl sucking a man, while another guy sodomizing her the same time looked like an epic scene from some porn. But the grainy quality indicated it was home made.

But the whole point of it was the girl in movie bore a striking similarity with local heart throb Ramya.

She had recently been married to the household where two of them worked. Right from the moment they had laid their eyes, they had been filled with perverse desires for her.

Her hair, her perky five feet three-inch figure, laden with perky breasts, the hips were another story altogether. The Romeos among them talked on for hours about her dimples or the almond shaped big brown eyes. If some day one of them saw a cleavage or hint of her midriff that day would set their mood.

As months had passed, two of them the cook and the driver had become her handy confidantes.
This was both a curse and a boon. The cook who spent most of his time with her, had a hard time hiding his erection. Never a woman had such an effect on him. The fact that she never cared about him coming close to her gave all the mixed signals that can flummox a man thinking unthinkable. Then when she needed to buy pads and confided with him. To his perverted mind it was piece of intimate detail a prized information on her monthly cycle.
He would brag about it to the others.
He loved to notice her hips, and no matter how long he watched her go it always felt too soon.

Things were not easy for the driver either. When he drove her around the city his eyes remained stuck to the rear-view mirror. As if that were not enough at times, she would discard all social norms and take the front seat beside him. Which meant he always wanted to go left turns than right.

Much to the envy of the others they sometimes had access to her private quarters.All this indeed caused a lot of heart burn among their peers, but they made it up by retelling everything they saw and admired in detailed manner.

Then came a moment when the driver had to ferry her to the tailor for stitching new pair of blouses.
This seemed to be a moment which could be exploited.
Now usual way to get a blouse sewn is to take an existing blouse to the tailor as sample and he takes measurements off it. A novel system keeping a woman’s modesty intact. But what if the blouse was missing when you reached the tailors. What if the tailor could persuade her to take off the blouse she was wearing? What if one of them rig the trial room.
Thus, plan hatched was executed with immense precision. The teamwork displayed by the group was unparalleled display of inspired men working towards a common goal to achieve a Nash equilibrium where all parties benefit.
The cook sneaked out the blouse just few moments they were about to leave. Of course, even contingencies were in place in case any step failed.

None the less the tailor made sure Ramya entered the trial room, his persuasion ensured she removed her bra when she wore the blouse, after all accurate measurement was paramount.
All said at the end of the day they had a clip of her bare breast and it was pure gold. The way her breasts held their shape even after she removed her bra made them shriek with joy. Perky and color that would form by combining caramel milk and honey, they jiggled and gave off a glow.

Soon Cook had enough confidence to sneak her used undergarments. Oh! how much he loved the sweet fragrance held by those cotton garments. If he could bottle it or even better if he could just smell the bud where it grew taste those juices where they formed.

Thus in about six months’, time thanks to various sneaky ways they had managed to secure much of her stuff, pictures of her changing, bathing. Soiling her undergarments, making sure she wore them afterwards. Still they needed something better, something more exciting than the last time.
They had reached the peak, the next best thing and all agreed would be to have her for real. But even with their combined guile and cunning, they seemed to have come to a dead end. After all, how would they seduce, convince her to have sex.

They did mull over the option of taking her by force. But despite their perverted nature, r@pe and vi@lence was never their modus operandi. Besides, they adored her beauty and wanted to enjoy not hurt her.

Though in their fancies they would use her as a sex object and do things that could hardly be expressed in words. But while they did so, they also desired to see her moan with joy. “Tears If any should be of joy” the cook would often remark, and others agreed.

Perhaps it was their burning desire that the universe conspired to hand them the key which could unlock those shapely legs and throw open the gates to heaven.

The video, all of two minutes and twenty-seven seconds, ended with the two guys cum-streaming and she swallowing a mouthful of hot cum, some trickling down her chin, falling onto her perky breasts mixing with her sweat. While she sat side on resting on her hip, butt slightly raised up exposed to air, some cum had trickled out of the butt hole and was now making a mess on the floor. In the last frame she looks up and feigns a smile.

In that fraction of a second it seemed as if the inner slut showed her true face and the Savitri everyone thought her to be,had just vanished.

They had indeed discovered a Slut.