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   This work was told to me as true..Or as true as a story can be from
druken friend every nite at a bar for a 2 years can be..  lol.  I have
taken alot of trouble to relay the story just as he spoke it with his
accent..  It is important to the story..



   American Mini-mart

   I had been working at my aunties quick mart since I came to America.  I
am use to living in largest city, I am from Bombay India.  Working in new
jersey for my auntie is much like where I am from except..  it is not..  as
a busy place as I am use too..  My auntie is very much a business woman..
She gives me no time to myself as she reminds me that she paid for me to
come here and I owe the family much hard work for her troubles.  Over the
past months I have seen many fights and bad behaviors of the people that
come to our store... My auntie tells me that this is not what all America
is like and we live and make living in bad area..

   For all her troubles I do as she wishes, always.  I never yell for her
or to make requests from her.  I work as salesman, make orders, and keep
shelves always stocked as she directs..  She is hard woman..  Her husband
was her second husband to die..  She married my uncle and lived in India as
young woman..  When he die, she marry American soldier and come to
America.. This has brought many good fortunes to our family as we had been
very poor..  She was known through many villages and towns around where we
lived as the most beautiful young woman any had been seen..  My uncle and
her were arranged to be married by my grandmother and grandfather when she
was little girl..  Very fortunate for my uncle to have arranged marriage
with such a beautiful girl..

   Now that her American husband had died she owned the store ... She tell
me that ...she not rich as many Americans and needs to work hard to keep
the store and property..

   She live upstairs... as auntie owns the building and there are a
apartment up stairs..  I sleep in the store room where I keep watch for
customers..

   One day a blonde woman come into store. ..  She had come in many time
before and my auntie chase her off each time..  She call her a drug addict
and prostitute..  She tell me, she use crack and is whore for money..

   We have such a woman in India to sell their body for money..  But they
are mostly the ugly woman that no man will marry..  This blonde woman look
so beautiful to me..  Her clothes always a little dirty and hair not made
many times she come in and try to steal beer..  One time she come in and
she had been beautiful..  Her hair was combed and well fixed, her clothes
clean..  She tell me she working now and no need to be a whore for money..
I was happy for her and sell her beer..  That day I think about how
beautiful she was, and I not sleep well ..

   Next day my auntie tell me... why I not chase her off ...?  I tell her
about her coming in and looking beautiful..  I tell her how she has work
now and not be thief anymore..  My auntie laugh at me and say I in love
with her..

   She was right...I did have love feelings in me at her..

   I see her come back in shop late night ... days later, and look at her..
She was dirty again and wearing same clothes..  She had been wanting drugs
again and asked me for money..  I tell her I can not give her money and she
tries to steal beer again before I see her..

   When I tell her to leave ..  she comes behind counter and put her hand
on my pants and say ....she will give me blowjob for beer..

   I did not know what she had said to me..  but I knew she wanted to give
me sex for beer..  I couldn't control my body and had erection for her..  I
had to be quiet..  as to not make my auntie come down and check on me..

   She got on her knees and undid my pants..  I was not able to think about
anything as she did this and just allowed her to touch me..

   She soon began sucking me and using her whole mouth to make me cum..  I
was to cum when a customer come in..

   She know this and move to place herself under the register so not to be
seen and she still suck me..

   The customer buy his beer and leave..  I then grab the whore by her hair
and she gag as I cum in her mouth.  She not even spit it out and she got up
and leave with the beer..

   My auntie is good businesswoman and she will know something not paid for
when she does her inventories at end of week..  I began to worry for this..

   Next day the whore come back into store and she is drunk..  She say she
need money for her drugs and she pay me back..  I know better than this and
tell her no..  Again she try to steal beer..  She is poor thief..  As night
before she comes behind counter and grabs my pants in the front..  I tell
her no..  as she already has me in big troubles with her beer from
yesterday..  She say things to me like a whore, then she pull her shirt
down and I see her breast on one side..  It look very good to me..  She had
pink nipple and white skin..  I reached for her and began touching her
breast..  This make me very excited and again she suck on me till I cum in
her mouth..

   Next day was for inventory with my auntie and I worry so much ..

   When she see that we don't have all the money for the store she look at
me and say nothing..

   All day she say nothing to me..  And I know she very angry

   That night the whore comes back and I chase her off... I fell bad for
her as she was very dirty and her eye was blackened and she scream at me
she had been beaten and her money stole..

   I do not know anything of this whore.  Where she stay or what she does
when its daytime..

   Next night she come back in and look very bad..  I tell her she need to
go and she begs me for money and beer as before..  She again pulls her top
down to show me her breasts and she now even pull up her skirt and say I
can fuck her..  I can not help myself and lock door and show her back to my
bed in the back..  She lay on her back and I see her pussy for first time..
It has almost no hair and she has a tattoo of a butterfly..  I get on her
and forgot to take off my pants..  I suck her breasts..  but she smell like
vomit and I stop sucking her... I remove my pants and began fucking her..

   She not say anything to me she just drink beer..  After I finish she
wants to sleep in my bed... I make her to leave and send her out..

   Next day was very strange... for auntie and me..

   Auntie say very little to me..  I think she still angry with the money
missing from the store..

   I work all day and get ready for my sleep, while auntie watches store in
late afternoon..  I see auntie lock door to store and put sign up.. 
closed..  I become much worried for this, as she has had the store open all
days and all hours of day..

   She tell to me to rest and then she will see me upstairs later,..  for
talk...

   I couldn't now sleep..  as I believe she was to send me back to India
disgraced as thief..

   It seem a long time then she call for me to come up..

   I went up and knock on door she tell me to enter..

   I was very surprised by aunties appearance ..she had made her self
beautiful..  Her hair was fixed and she even put on women's make-up..  Her
dress was very thin..  It look like a wedding night dress to me..

   She said she wants to have a talk to me..  And to sit ..

   I was very confused as what she was to tell me..

   This is when my heart began to almost stop..

   She tell me... she know what I had been doing with the whore woman all
along the week..!!

   She had watched me after the beer was not paid for yesterday and saw me
get blowjob and then witnessed me fucking the whore in my bed..

   I was so embarrassed she had saw me doing this to her..  I apologized ..
But auntie only smile..  Then she say ..  Why..?  I wanted to have sex this
whore woman...?  I told her because I am a man and she made me feel excited
and I need to relief myself with her..

   Auntie act jealous and say,..  That woman was a dirty and whore and she
even had rotten teeth...!

   I tell auntie,..  all she say was truth..  but compared to Bombay whore
she was still better..

   Auntie agree with me on that..!

   Then I was so surprised by what auntie say to me..

   She say..  why I not ask her for sex..!!

   I look at her and not know what to say..  Then I look at her and she
waiting...

   Finally she look sad and say ..  You not want me..?  I am not beautiful
to you..?

   I immediately stand up and say before I think, and tell her she most
beautiful woman I ever knew..  And she more beautiful than American woman..

   She like this and put her hand out to me..  She never touch me like this
and it felt so good..  She ran her hand up my arm and across my face..  My
body tingled I sat down and become helpless..  She tell me how she not have
sex since her husband die, and she need to be fucking as well..

   I was a man and needed a woman... and she need a man..  And if we keep
this "secret" we could be lovers..

   This was because incest was forbidden and if any knew in my country we
would be run off or worse..

   I told her I would keep the secret for my entire life and she not have
to worry for this..

   Then she kiss me... her lips were so soft...and not ever having kissed a
woman like this..  made me feel weak..  I began to feel and touch her all
over... she smelled so good, like perfumes..  and I began to become erect
for her..  We hugged and kiss for many minutes then went to her bed..  She
was a beauty ..her body so perfect and I feel in love with my auntie that
day..

   We continued to have sex many times before we decided to live as man and
wife..  She sold the store and we moved to Seattle and open a new store..
We kept a separate bedroom, so when relatives came it look like we not be
lovers... I even keep false picture of woman in my wallet as proof.

   By P.T.  Styles