Read the story “Bar Dancer” I worked in a casino for money. I used to dance half naked and drink alcohol. What happened to me there?
Hello friends, how are you? Anjali, once again let me tell you a new sex story of a dancer.
Before moving on, I want to tell you one thing, every sex story in Antwana is based on real events that happened. In any fictional sex story, it is written from the beginning.
I don’t know how many emails I got from people asking if it was real or imaginary.
I want to tell all of them that whatever sex stories I present to you are based on absolute truth.
I myself had become the character of this sex story, hence the information about the people involved in the story was kept confidential.
In my previous story you read about a gambler’s wife who was fucked by two cocks. You all must have read that sex story. In that incident, due to my husband’s gambling habit, Iqbal and Dilaj fucked me. After fucking me, Iqbal gave me the job of dancing in his casino.
Now let’s take a closer look at the story of the bar dancer:
Next day I was going to Iqbal’s base.
When I go out I wear my normal clothes so that my gambler husband doesn’t find out about my new job.
My husband Ajay thought that I was going to teach in some school, so he did not say anything to me.
I reached Iqbal’s base at around ten o’clock. The casino was filled with men, all with cigarettes and liquor bottles in their hands.
As soon as I went inside, Iqbal asked me to go to a room. When I went to that room I saw only a few girls and women there.
Then Iqbal came into the room and insulted me and said – Bastard Anjali, I had asked you to come wearing short clothes and you came wearing this saree. There should not be any bhajan-kirtan here.
I said- Iqbal, you see, I lied to my husband and left the house. Seeing me wearing a saree, my husband thought that I was going to school for work. I keep small clothes in this bag. I change now and prepare.
Hearing this, Iqbal said – Okay, get ready quickly!
I nodded and started taking off my clothes.
Iqbal told the other girls present there – Everyone is busy in their work.
There was also a 55 year old woman in the room, her name was Neelam Bai.
Iqbal said to Neelam Bai – Neelam Bai, you explained everything to them properly and asked them to start their work. I don’t want any harm…understood!
Neelam Bai nodded yes.
After this Iqbal walked out of the field.
Neelam Bai told me – Look Anjali… you have to leave all your shyness. Secondly, apart from the dance, you will also get a separate commission based on the number of drinks served to the customers.
I said- I don’t understand anything!
Then Neelam Bai said – The more bottles you sell, the more additional income you will be able to earn.
I said ok and nodded.
Then Neelam Bai said – Customers should touch you anywhere while dancing, there is no need to stop you… Got it!
I said- Yes, I understand.
Neelam says- Come on, now get ready by wearing top and midi pants.
I took off my saree and wore top and midi pants. I wore short clothes for the first time today, and suddenly I felt like I was naked.
Then when I came out, everyone was gambling.
I also started dancing with other girls and started drinking drinks.
Whenever I went to a customer with a nail, someone would slap my ass, someone would press my breasts, someone would caress my pussy.
I will also support the customers with a smile so that the wines reach more and more customers through my hands and I get more commissions.
When the dance time was over on the first day and I came to my room to wear the saree, Iqbal took me to his room.
He stripped me naked and climbed on top of me. He fucked me reluctantly.
I also fully support him because firstly, I enjoy getting fucked by his cock and secondly, I also get money.
All this has now become my routine. I would lie to my husband at home and then leave from there and go to the gambling den.
But they say that one day the truth will come out.
One day I was dancing when suddenly my husband Ajay came there.
He saw me dancing.
I too was scared to see him coming, but I kept dancing because here he could not say anything to me.
He didn’t say anything to me even at the base. But when I reached home at night, he started getting angry at me and started calling me names – Bitch, you lied to me… You went to the brothel, you lied to your husband. Tell me, how many people has she slept with?
At first I was shocked after hearing the news. And I don’t know where I got the courage from.
I said to my husband Aji – Bastard, bastard… I forgot what you did, bastard… You are the one who made me lose in gambling. Where was your husband when I was fucked by another man for the first time? Tell me, you bastard.
Hearing this, my husband Ajay suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily – Listen Anjali.. forgive me.. don’t go there again.. I will progress and work hard. please do not go.
I said- Okay.. I also don’t want to go there.. But what should I do, the bastard has become blind with the desire to gamble.
He persuaded me in every possible way and pleaded with me with folded hands. So I also started thinking that I should give it a chance.
Then I did not go to Iqbal’s gambling den.
Now Aji has started improving again and has started driving a rented car.
Slowly, slowly, the old days came back.
Iqbal used to call me here because I was in great demand at his base.
Even if Iqbal threatens me, I will not listen to him.
After a few days, Iqbal stopped calling me.
Now Aji has started making me happy too. He would love me and fuck me lovingly at night. I also started enjoying the feeling of being fucked by his penis.
Our home world has started becoming happy again.
A few days later my husband gave birth to a girl. Our life started going on happily. But they say that luck does not depend on people and something similar happened with me too.
A year later, Aji died in a car accident.
Now I am Aji’s widow. I and my daughter were left alone. Somehow I started running my house.
In a year since Ajay’s death, I have not thought about any other man, even the thought of any other man did not come to my mind. But sexual hunger is also a kind of hunger.
One day I was hot and rubbing my pussy while watching porn on my phone.
At the same time, a link to a dating website opened on the porn site. I saw the site and started surfing. I have read in books that every kind of man can fulfill his sexual desires.
I created my profile and started looking for men there.
There I became friends with a boy named Naveen.
We both started talking.
I was attracted by Naveen’s speeches and started talking to him every day. Gradually my relationship with her deepened and I started falling in love with her.
Now both of us started talking directly on the phone.
Turns out he was from my city; This fueled my fire even more.
One day, Naveen asked me for coffee. I told her yes and I went to meet her at the café.
When I went there, I found out that Naveen was none other than the same man who had come to the casino earlier.
I saw him coming while I was dancing on the base.
He has also looked at and touched me countless times.
Naveen is an old man. His age is around 55 or 57 years. But they have no shortage of money.
When I met him for coffee, Naveen recognized me and said, “You are the same Anjali… who used to dance at Iqbal’s.”
I said- Yes… but why don’t you post your real photos on the dating site, and you haven’t told me about yourself for a long time.
On this Naveen said, Hey friends, I have become old and my age has started declining. I couldn’t find any girl and my own wife was dead. So I entertain myself by lying to everyone on dating sites.
I got angry after hearing this from his mouth.
Naveen said- Look Anjali, I have money.. I will bear the expenses of you and your daughter, you come with me.
After hearing what he said I started thinking that this was what Sam was talking about.
So I said- Okay, I need time to think.
After two days I said yes to Naveen.
But I told her that I will live with you only if you marry me.
he agrees.
I married Naveen and after marriage he took me to his house.
There was a girl there and I looked at her and said- who is this?
Naveen said- This is my daughter. From today onwards you are his step mother. You and I both are daughters for me. I will never consider them different.
I agree with him.
That night I got ready for my wedding night.
This is my second wedding night with Naveen. Although Naveen is old, he still can’t fuck me well.
Naveen’s penis had become completely flaccid. His penis was having a lot of difficulty in entering my pussy. Somehow, after inserting his penis into my pussy, he ejaculated in just two or three strong thrusts.
I was disappointed…but now I have married him. I also have to take care of two daughters, one is Naveen and the other is mine.
Similarly, my marriage with Naveen lasted for about 7 months.
He used to take aphrodisiac drugs to erect his penis and fuck me. Now I also started playing with her. But such medicines can harm the body.
One night after sleeping with me, Naveen had a heart attack and died during heart surgery.
I became a widow for the second time and now have two daughters.
After Naveen passed away, no relatives came, so I cut off contact with everyone.
I originally thought that Naven was rich, so I wouldn’t have any problems now. But I am confused.
After Naveen left, the bank took away Naveen’s house and money because Naveen had borrowed too many loans. I came to know all this only after he left. Now it has become difficult for me to run the house again.
After much deliberation, I again went to Iqbal’s base.
There I saw that his address had changed. There are ordinary rooms. No gambling games, no tables etc.
When I went inside, Iqbal was sitting in a room. He recognized me as soon as he saw me.
Iqbal was very happy and said, “Wow Anjali, how did you come here after so many days?
I told him my story. I told her everything that happened after my first husband Ajay left.
Iqbal stared at me and said – Why are you worried? You are still sexy. Now I have left the gambling business and I give these rooms on rent. But I have a job for you.
I said- What a task!
Iqbal said- I will tell, but first you give me fun. Sister has come today after a long time… In your memory, I don’t know how many girls I have fucked, but I have not found any pussy like yours.
I was also thirsty for cock. She immediately agreed. That day Iqbal fucked me 4 times in 3 hours.
Friends, I had a very strong desire to know about that other work from Iqbal, for which I got fucked by his penis. I will write about that in the next part of my bar dancer story. You must mail me.
Next part of the bar dancer’s story: She became a porn actress from a gambling den – 2
