My desire is to get fucked by laborers,barbers,autowala etc but never dared. Last week when I was coming in the local train I saw a laborer who was re...urning to home after working.His dress was much dirty and he smelled alcoholic. He started abusing everyone in the train.I liked his abusive words.He came and sat next to me.As I know hindi I asked why he is abusing in public place. He told that his wife nowadays not allowing him to fuck.She sleeps separately. So he is upset. We both dropped down. Oh aaah fuck my ass Arthur she screamed , gape your momma's shithole she yelped , Arthur loved it. Over a year ago he had hypnotized the wench and now she always begged for more. She had a very sexy wiggle when she walked from all the assfucking she had received. Arthur pulled out of her asshole & shoved it up her cunt ,Mom was superwet as the big dick widened her already massive pussy hole. He could fist her, fuck her with cucumbers, bottles , baseball bats she was ready for everything. Arthur. Like a warm knife through butter. Blood drops formed and ran down thearm. Dropped to the floor, leaving red sprinkles on the white tiledbathroom floor. She would just sit there and watch the blood. Smearingthe blood along the wound. Satisfied. At least for a few moments. Thosewere the moments she stood in front of her cabinet. Watching therazorblades. Right next to the bandages, skin closure strips and sterilecompresses. For minutes. Sometimes longer. Ramona kept coming back aswell on those. The shotgun blast had missed, but now I saw the old man tottering over from the farmhouse. He was taking aim at me again. I dove to the floor as another burst of fragments whizzed past me. I hadn’t been in even a fistfight since I was eleven, so the next few moments were a blur. I was seeing events unfold around me simultaneously in slow motion but also incredibly fast. When the man paused to reload, I began the frantic sprint out the door and across the weedy grass to stop him. It was a race.