30-04-2019, 01:40 PM
In the next few days, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into Jamal's net. He was different from the other men I had slept with. For them, the priority was sex. They were all crazy about my body, loved my big bobs my round bubble butt, and slender and shapely legs, and my pretty face. Jamal liked to have sex too. But for him, the main focus was humiliation and subjugation of a woman he considered to be a snooty high class bitch. I think he sensed that despite my submission to him, I still loathed him. And he wanted to punish me for that loathing by doing a lot of degrading things.
The day after we first established control over me, he came by kinda late. It's as if he knew I would be anticipating his arrival and he wanted to keep me guessing. His Bangali masons turned up for work at 8 am, and watched intently as I saw Vinay off to his car when he left. They craned their necks to see Vinay's car drive away and then looked at me with neutral expressions on their face.
I started wondering what they were thinking about me. Maybe thinking, look how lovingly she sees her husband off, pretending to be a pure decent lady. And yet when our boss comes by, she just lets him have his way with her. As I looked at them, shame overcame me and I blushed. As I turned to walk away, I realized that I was swaying my hips seductively, almost inviting them to watch. I was wearing a long robe over my usual sleeping clothes - tiny hosiery shorts and a t-shirt. I wondered if they were trying to imagine what I had under the robe.*
Once Vinay had left, I acted on Jamal's orders from the previous day - to keep all the windows open. The men kept working and glancing at me, watching me go from the living room to the kitchen, put away dishes from breakfast, and wash them. Their intense looks stirred something in me as well. I took off the robe. and kept doing my chores. I randomly walked out to water the plants, enjoying the attention as the men gaze at my shapely white legs, which were visible all the way from under my crotch. I noticed them adjust their lungis occasionally, probably struggling with erections they got from watching a slutty high class memsaab frolic around in tiny shorts.
Not wanting to appear too eager, I went back in. The hours were ticking by and more and more people were starting to walk past the house. I decided to change into something else. I went to the bedroom, which luckily was not on the side facing the street, and rummaged through my clothes. I had stripped down to my bra and panties and was trying to decide whether to dress for modesty or comfort when the bell rang. I thought of throwing on some clothes before answering it, but I knew it had to be Jamal. So what's the point. Still, I threw on the long robe over my underwear and answered the door. Instead of tying the sash, I just held the front together with one hand.
Sure enough, it was my latest tormentor. He smiled lecherously and wagged his tongue standing outside the door. The men were standing outside the gate trying to give the impression of not staring.
"Have you been waiting for good old Jamalji?" he asked.*
What could I say? Yes? No? That I was actually more excited by the presence of his lean Bangali workers than his domineering disgusting self? What good would that do? He'd probably whip my ass again for insolence.
"Hmmm." I said. And then on an impulse, released my grip on the robe.*
I had done it more for the laborers' benefit than for Jamal. Even from 40 feet away, I was sure they could see that the front of the robe was now open. They could see the middle part of my black bra, my cleavage, my smooth flat stomach, and the V of the front of my black panties. The contrast of the black against my white skin must have made it very apparent. I felt a stirring in my loins as their eyes widened when they watched.
Jamal though thought that the gesture had been aimed at him. And I was signaling my eagerness to have him.*
"Let's go in. You look like a tramp." he said, pushing past me and strolling inside.
I was very slow shutting the door, giving the men a prolonged look at my exposed body.*
Soon I had been led to the kitchen and pushed against the fridge, a few feet from the window. Jamal had chosen the location strategically so his men could have a decent look as their boss ravaged the young wife of another man. The previous day, maybe as he was testing waters, he had let me close the window. This time he flatly rejected a similar request. I didn't ask again. I was actually finding more kinky pleasure in their voyeurism than what Jamal was doing.
He kept my robe on but unhooked my bra and pushed it up, exposing my tits. I tried in vain to cover them, but Jamal kept moving my hand away. Now the men, albeit from a far distance, were getting a glimpse of the side of my naked boobs. I wondered what they thought about my boobs. Round and pendulous size D tits with erect nipples. Were they comparing my tits to the tits of their wives? Did they even have wives? The men looked young, in the early 20s. I was tickled by the possibility that I might be the first woman they had seen naked in the flesh.*
"You want to touch my cock don't you?" Jamal whispered, biting my ears in full view of the men.
"Yes, Jamalji." I said.
"Go ahead. You have my permission." he said as if doing me a favor.
His erection had been poking against my thigh anyway. I reached down and took it out. It felt warm.*
"Did your husband suspect anything?" he asked, still mauling my tits one by one.
"No." I said, running my fingers up and down his shaft.
"He really is a clueless innocent fellow isn't he?"
"Yes he is."
"Wonder what sins he committed to be punished with a harlot like you for a wife."
"Hmmm."
The men seemed to be taking turns watching me for a minute or two each as the others worked on the gravel. They knew the boss was showing off how a nubile young wife was his personal sex slave. But they also knew he was nasty enough to yell at them if the work faltered. They kept rubbing their crotches over their lungis and watching with amazed looks on their faces.
"Do you realize how much gratitude you owe people of this town to keep all this under wraps? In Mumbai, your husband would have found out within days."
"Yes, the people of this town are such saints." I couldn't resist sarcasm.
"Don't get sassy with me." he pinched my waist hard and I winced.
"Sorry."
"You should thank me for not telling your husband."
"Isn't that what I am doing right now?" I asked, jacking his dick off with my hand.
"Say it explicitly." he grabbed my hair and pulled it.
Sighing, I looked towards the men again. They could still see my naked boobs. I wondered if they would masturbate at the memory of my boobs later.
"Thank you, Jamalji." I said in a sincere voice.
"For what?"
"For not telling my husband that I sleep around with other men. That I like the attention of other men. I like playing with different kinds of cocks, young and old." I don't know why I suddenly started saying so much stuff.
Jamal chuckled. He notched it as another victory over me.
"Good girl." he licked my face. "Now your reward is, you get a nice fucking."
He slipped my panties down. Made me take off the robe, take off my bra, and then put the robe back on, but leave it open. The previous day he had fucked me in the kitchen leaning against the window sill. This time, he fucked me standing up pushed against the fridge and the counter. He moved me a little, so that his body hid mine. The men could see his fat hairy naked ass as his dick pistoned in and out of my cunt. They could see my bare left leg that he had held up by his side. And over his shoulder, they could see my face as I looked right into their eyes.
This time, I didn't close my eyes. I kept them open. I bit my lip as Jamal pounded my cunt hard, making the fridge shake. I opened my mouth into an O shape as the fucking intensified sending waves of pleasure through my entire being. I even smiled once in a while when one of the poor Bangali guys shifted uncomfortably. They all seemed shocked that they were getting to watch this real life porn like scene. I wondered why they kept such a respectful distance. Why they didn't come close and get a good look. Maybe take their cocks out and pleasure themselves.*
Jamal put both his hands on my ass and lifted me up a little. I wrapped both my legs around his waist. and my hands around his neck. He was now banging me suspended in the air, although with some support from the fridge and the counter. Having a big belly made it easier for him to hold me like that because it supported a lot of my weight. My robe hung limply over my ass. That unusual position and the thrill of being watched by three horny young men was enough to make me orgasm.
"Doesn't take much to get you flowing." Jamal happily noted.*
The men watched surprised at the range of expressions on my face, my often clenched eyes, my wide mouth, and my shivering limbs as I quaked through the orgasm. When I looked at them after that, they seemed like they had seen a ghost or an alien. I wondered if they even knew about the concept of a female orgasm.
Finally Jamal loosened his grip around my waist. I unwrapped my legs and was slid to the floor.
"Open your mouth." he ordered and I did as was told.
I looked up into his eyes past his hairy paunch. A steady stream of jizz landed in my mouth.*
"Swallow it."
I didn't really need that prodding. I had become quite an accomplished and habitual swallower in recent months.*
I thought now that the morning quickie was done, Jamal would go back to work. But he had other things on his mind first. He made me take him to the bedroom and show him my wardrobe.
"From now on, I pick your clothes. I like this idea of you being in just your undies when I arrive. No robe needed either. In fact take it off right now."
I stood there, naked watching the man twice my age rummage through my clothes to pick out my attire for the day. It was another way for him to exert his control over me.
"We want something sexy but not too trashy. I know you are basically a whore, but you don't need to walk around looking like one."
Eventually he chose a white top with a deep neck and a knee length wrap-around beige skirt. He also picked out underwear.*
"Ok, bathe quickly and then wear this." he said. "It's going to be a busy day today. But I want to be able to see you. So keep coming to the window. It will motivate the men as well."
I did as was told, parading around the house frequently. Even though the men had already seen my naked tits, they didn't mind staring at my cleavage in the low cut top either.*
The day after we first established control over me, he came by kinda late. It's as if he knew I would be anticipating his arrival and he wanted to keep me guessing. His Bangali masons turned up for work at 8 am, and watched intently as I saw Vinay off to his car when he left. They craned their necks to see Vinay's car drive away and then looked at me with neutral expressions on their face.
I started wondering what they were thinking about me. Maybe thinking, look how lovingly she sees her husband off, pretending to be a pure decent lady. And yet when our boss comes by, she just lets him have his way with her. As I looked at them, shame overcame me and I blushed. As I turned to walk away, I realized that I was swaying my hips seductively, almost inviting them to watch. I was wearing a long robe over my usual sleeping clothes - tiny hosiery shorts and a t-shirt. I wondered if they were trying to imagine what I had under the robe.*
Once Vinay had left, I acted on Jamal's orders from the previous day - to keep all the windows open. The men kept working and glancing at me, watching me go from the living room to the kitchen, put away dishes from breakfast, and wash them. Their intense looks stirred something in me as well. I took off the robe. and kept doing my chores. I randomly walked out to water the plants, enjoying the attention as the men gaze at my shapely white legs, which were visible all the way from under my crotch. I noticed them adjust their lungis occasionally, probably struggling with erections they got from watching a slutty high class memsaab frolic around in tiny shorts.
Not wanting to appear too eager, I went back in. The hours were ticking by and more and more people were starting to walk past the house. I decided to change into something else. I went to the bedroom, which luckily was not on the side facing the street, and rummaged through my clothes. I had stripped down to my bra and panties and was trying to decide whether to dress for modesty or comfort when the bell rang. I thought of throwing on some clothes before answering it, but I knew it had to be Jamal. So what's the point. Still, I threw on the long robe over my underwear and answered the door. Instead of tying the sash, I just held the front together with one hand.
Sure enough, it was my latest tormentor. He smiled lecherously and wagged his tongue standing outside the door. The men were standing outside the gate trying to give the impression of not staring.
"Have you been waiting for good old Jamalji?" he asked.*
What could I say? Yes? No? That I was actually more excited by the presence of his lean Bangali workers than his domineering disgusting self? What good would that do? He'd probably whip my ass again for insolence.
"Hmmm." I said. And then on an impulse, released my grip on the robe.*
I had done it more for the laborers' benefit than for Jamal. Even from 40 feet away, I was sure they could see that the front of the robe was now open. They could see the middle part of my black bra, my cleavage, my smooth flat stomach, and the V of the front of my black panties. The contrast of the black against my white skin must have made it very apparent. I felt a stirring in my loins as their eyes widened when they watched.
Jamal though thought that the gesture had been aimed at him. And I was signaling my eagerness to have him.*
"Let's go in. You look like a tramp." he said, pushing past me and strolling inside.
I was very slow shutting the door, giving the men a prolonged look at my exposed body.*
Soon I had been led to the kitchen and pushed against the fridge, a few feet from the window. Jamal had chosen the location strategically so his men could have a decent look as their boss ravaged the young wife of another man. The previous day, maybe as he was testing waters, he had let me close the window. This time he flatly rejected a similar request. I didn't ask again. I was actually finding more kinky pleasure in their voyeurism than what Jamal was doing.
He kept my robe on but unhooked my bra and pushed it up, exposing my tits. I tried in vain to cover them, but Jamal kept moving my hand away. Now the men, albeit from a far distance, were getting a glimpse of the side of my naked boobs. I wondered what they thought about my boobs. Round and pendulous size D tits with erect nipples. Were they comparing my tits to the tits of their wives? Did they even have wives? The men looked young, in the early 20s. I was tickled by the possibility that I might be the first woman they had seen naked in the flesh.*
"You want to touch my cock don't you?" Jamal whispered, biting my ears in full view of the men.
"Yes, Jamalji." I said.
"Go ahead. You have my permission." he said as if doing me a favor.
His erection had been poking against my thigh anyway. I reached down and took it out. It felt warm.*
"Did your husband suspect anything?" he asked, still mauling my tits one by one.
"No." I said, running my fingers up and down his shaft.
"He really is a clueless innocent fellow isn't he?"
"Yes he is."
"Wonder what sins he committed to be punished with a harlot like you for a wife."
"Hmmm."
The men seemed to be taking turns watching me for a minute or two each as the others worked on the gravel. They knew the boss was showing off how a nubile young wife was his personal sex slave. But they also knew he was nasty enough to yell at them if the work faltered. They kept rubbing their crotches over their lungis and watching with amazed looks on their faces.
"Do you realize how much gratitude you owe people of this town to keep all this under wraps? In Mumbai, your husband would have found out within days."
"Yes, the people of this town are such saints." I couldn't resist sarcasm.
"Don't get sassy with me." he pinched my waist hard and I winced.
"Sorry."
"You should thank me for not telling your husband."
"Isn't that what I am doing right now?" I asked, jacking his dick off with my hand.
"Say it explicitly." he grabbed my hair and pulled it.
Sighing, I looked towards the men again. They could still see my naked boobs. I wondered if they would masturbate at the memory of my boobs later.
"Thank you, Jamalji." I said in a sincere voice.
"For what?"
"For not telling my husband that I sleep around with other men. That I like the attention of other men. I like playing with different kinds of cocks, young and old." I don't know why I suddenly started saying so much stuff.
Jamal chuckled. He notched it as another victory over me.
"Good girl." he licked my face. "Now your reward is, you get a nice fucking."
He slipped my panties down. Made me take off the robe, take off my bra, and then put the robe back on, but leave it open. The previous day he had fucked me in the kitchen leaning against the window sill. This time, he fucked me standing up pushed against the fridge and the counter. He moved me a little, so that his body hid mine. The men could see his fat hairy naked ass as his dick pistoned in and out of my cunt. They could see my bare left leg that he had held up by his side. And over his shoulder, they could see my face as I looked right into their eyes.
This time, I didn't close my eyes. I kept them open. I bit my lip as Jamal pounded my cunt hard, making the fridge shake. I opened my mouth into an O shape as the fucking intensified sending waves of pleasure through my entire being. I even smiled once in a while when one of the poor Bangali guys shifted uncomfortably. They all seemed shocked that they were getting to watch this real life porn like scene. I wondered why they kept such a respectful distance. Why they didn't come close and get a good look. Maybe take their cocks out and pleasure themselves.*
Jamal put both his hands on my ass and lifted me up a little. I wrapped both my legs around his waist. and my hands around his neck. He was now banging me suspended in the air, although with some support from the fridge and the counter. Having a big belly made it easier for him to hold me like that because it supported a lot of my weight. My robe hung limply over my ass. That unusual position and the thrill of being watched by three horny young men was enough to make me orgasm.
"Doesn't take much to get you flowing." Jamal happily noted.*
The men watched surprised at the range of expressions on my face, my often clenched eyes, my wide mouth, and my shivering limbs as I quaked through the orgasm. When I looked at them after that, they seemed like they had seen a ghost or an alien. I wondered if they even knew about the concept of a female orgasm.
Finally Jamal loosened his grip around my waist. I unwrapped my legs and was slid to the floor.
"Open your mouth." he ordered and I did as was told.
I looked up into his eyes past his hairy paunch. A steady stream of jizz landed in my mouth.*
"Swallow it."
I didn't really need that prodding. I had become quite an accomplished and habitual swallower in recent months.*
I thought now that the morning quickie was done, Jamal would go back to work. But he had other things on his mind first. He made me take him to the bedroom and show him my wardrobe.
"From now on, I pick your clothes. I like this idea of you being in just your undies when I arrive. No robe needed either. In fact take it off right now."
I stood there, naked watching the man twice my age rummage through my clothes to pick out my attire for the day. It was another way for him to exert his control over me.
"We want something sexy but not too trashy. I know you are basically a whore, but you don't need to walk around looking like one."
Eventually he chose a white top with a deep neck and a knee length wrap-around beige skirt. He also picked out underwear.*
"Ok, bathe quickly and then wear this." he said. "It's going to be a busy day today. But I want to be able to see you. So keep coming to the window. It will motivate the men as well."
I did as was told, parading around the house frequently. Even though the men had already seen my naked tits, they didn't mind staring at my cleavage in the low cut top either.*
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