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[Blue Bull]

I was nervous the next day unsure of whether I should be doing this but in those 15 minutes I was able to escape all my other problems.

I found myself eagerly waiting for my break. I could not wait to be in Henry's BMW.

As I approached his car he opened the door for me. It was nice to know that he had been waiting for me.

As I sat down he said, "You have been looking very beautiful today. I really like this new lipstick."

I was wearing a cherry red lipstick. I don't know what made me choose it but I liked that he noticed.

He had a way of looking me up and down that sent shivers down my spine. There was obvious perverted intention in his eyes.

He then began to undo his belt and said, "I need to get more comfortable."

He pulled down his trousers and boxers enough to expose his cock. He was already hard as a rock. I could not believe he was already so hard.

He took out a packet of cigarettes and said, "You know our deal."

I looked at him and asked, "What do you want?"

He eyed up my breasts as he replied, "Unbutton your blouse to start with."

I looked at him with scorn but deep down I enjoyed his perverted attention. I opened the buttons on my blouse and he was able to partially see my black and white striped bra. He opened the flaps of my blouse so that my bra clad breasts were now exposed to him. He began to run his fingers down the two straps on my shoulders. I sighed as I felt his touch, unable to hide my heightened sexual state. I desperately needed that cigarette between my lips and I asked in a slightly frail voice due to my sexual need, "Can I have the cigarette now?"

He worked his fingers down to my bra cups and ran them over the top of the cups. The gentle teasing of my skin over the outline of my bra was driving me crazy. I had a need to smoke that was building and that craving was doubling with a sexual craving from his touching. He ran his fingers across the top of the cups barely touching my breasts and then meeting his fingers in the middle. He then sat back in his seat and opened the cigarette packet. He took one out and said, "Take off your bra without taking off your blouse and pass it to me."

The craving was so strong within me that I was unable to refuse any demand. I removed the bra awkwardly, I had to partially take off the blouse before putting it back on over my naked breasts. As they came into sight he took a deep breath and I saw his cock throb and precum begin to appear on his head. I passed the bra to him and he took it to his nose and sniffed it deeply.

I felt a shiver run through as I witnessed this perverted act. He took out a cigarette but before passing it to me he dipped the filter part of the cigarette in his precum. He then placed it between my lips. I could smell and taste his precum between my lips. In a strange way it really turned me on.

I took a deep drag on the cigarette the taste of the cigarette had another edge with the saltiness of his precum. It heightened my arousal even further.

He reached behind me and released the clip from my hair. I had my hair up in a bun as it is really long and reaches down to mid back.

It flowed down in front of me and partially covered my breasts. He drank in my body, "You have gorgeous tits."

He began to run his fingers over my breasts. The lightness of his touch sent shivers down my spine.

He began to cup my breasts like he was weighing them in his hands. I took a deep drag and closed my eyes as I felt his hands on my breasts.

His touch became firmer and he began to grope my breasts and gently squeeze them. I was enjoying the feeling and I could feel myself getting wetter.

He moved his fingers to my nipples and began to circle the areola. He then began to press on the points of nipple. My nipples were stiff already but his pressing was making them engorged.

He began to pinch them lightly and I moaned with lust. The pinching was really turning me on.

He then began to roughly squeeze my breasts. With every squeeze he would lift and pull my breasts and finish by pinching my nipple hard. The mixture of pain and pleasure was driving me crazy. He repeated this several times.

He then began to kiss my breasts. The softness of his kisses felt so nice just after the hard squeezing. He was avoiding my nipples and kissing the soft flesh of my breasts. I used my free hand to direct his bald head to my nipples. He was deliberately teasing me and began licking around the areola. He was so good at this and I almost never wanted it to end.

He then sucked hard on my nipple. I let out a loud moan. He sucked so hard I could feel my nipple pop. I was getting close to my orgasm. He alternated between my breasts.

I was so close. My cigarette had finished but I needed to cum before I left. He was really rough with my breasts now. Squeezing them really hard and biting the soft flesh of my breasts. He then squeezed my breasts together so that my nipples were together and put both nipples in his mouth to suck. I came so hard that I had to bite on my arm to stop myself from attracting attention with my moans.

He stopped after my orgasm and I sunk back in my seat trying to get my composure.

I asked, "I need my bra back?"

He said, "I am keeping it."

With that he put it in his pocket. He then asked, "Did you say you went to St Anne's High School?"

I looked at him with a strange look, "Yes. Why?"

He said while squeezing my thigh, "Did you ever wear the long black and yellow stocking socks?"

I had put my clothes together now. My breasts felt really sensitive rubbing against my blouse. I said, "I usually wore the tights as I did not feel comfortable wearing the socks but I did wear them for a semester. Why?"

He said, "I want you to wear them tomorrow. Not the tights but the socks."

I asked, "Why do you want to me to wear them? It is just a strange request."

He tried to explain, "Since you told me you went to St Anne's I have pictured you in the uniform and wondered what you would look like. I would love to see it."

He was a real creepy pervert but this was the only escapism I has in my nightmarish life so I said, "I will think about it."

I then rushed back before anyone would notice I was late.

That night I went through my old clothes. I had not worn those years and was unsure if I could find them. I finally found them. They were cotton socks that went just above my knee. I had put on a lot more weight since then but they were still a good fit if a little tight. They went to just above my knee.

The socks were a little childish so I wore a long skirt so no one at work would notice the socks.

It was getting to the break and I had to admit wearing the socks had turned me on all morning. I always felt covered with my tights. But with the socks, I only had my panties under my skirt.

I went to car with a mix of anxiousness and eagerness. As soon as I sat in the car Henry immediately began touching my socks. There were no cigarettes being exchanged. He only wanted one thing.

He began to grope my socks covered legs. I did not resist as I was looking forward to this but he was more aggressive than usual.

He muttered, "I bet you were a fucking horny schoolgirl slut."

Only if he knew how straight laced I was. There was something about him that was giving me the creeps. His hands went under my skirt to my exposed thighs.

He wasted no time before beginning to rub my pussy through my panties. I opened my legs for him.

He said through heavy breaths, "I want to French kiss your horny teen mouth." He was really giving me the creeps by referring to me as a schoolgirl and teen but I was also turned on and kissed him eagerly.

He pulled my panties down and hooked them out of one leg. They were left around the ankle of my other leg.

He undid his pants and climbed on top of me. It was at that moment I realised that the only other person I had sex with was my husband. Even though it was a forced marriage that meant something to me somewhere. I had saved myself for marriage but now I was going to have sex with a fat sweaty old man.

I stiffened up as climbed on top of me but his sheer size forced my legs to part. He began to rub his cock against my lips and I could feel them getting wetter and soak his cock. He gently entered just the head into me. I was filled with guilt and need at the same time.

The need was always going to win and I wrapped my legs around him pushing him into me. I let out a loud moan as he entered me fully.

He was pressing me down with his weight and I felt powerless. My legs were wrapped around him and my arms around his neck as he pumped into me.

He was breathing heavily into my neck. He grunted, "I always wanted to fuck one of you St Anne's schoolgirls. You looked so slutty with your long socks and short skirts."

It was at that moment I realised he did not care who I was or what I felt but I was just a vessel to live out his depraved fantasies.

I tried to push him away but he was too big. He then said, "I'm going to cum."

I was such a fool I did not contemplate the consequences of my actions. I was not on the pill and he was not wearing a condom, "Pull out. I am not on the pill."

He grunted, "You cock teasing slut. You want my cum."

I tried pushing him off but he was not moving. I kicked and punched him but he came inside me. I felt violated and used all over again.

He eventually rolled off back into his seat. I could feel his cum trickle out of me. I did not return to work. I felt emotionally dead inside.

I went to take a morning after pill. I did not need the risk of pregnancy ruining my life.

I was despondent for the next 2 weeks. I did not know where to go. I was unable to return to work and my life at home was not getting any better.

I sometimes thought that maybe Henry was right that I had been leading him on but I felt sick at the thought of his cum being inside me. It made me think about my wedding night and how different things could have been.

***

Wedding Night

It is meant to be the most special day in your life but for me it was nothing but a nightmare.

I was dressed in a beautiful red sari as is tradition for my family. I had spent the night before having henna painted on to my hands. I adorned the most beautiful jewellery but it only masked the pain I was feeling.

I cried myself through the ceremony and by the end of the night I was upset that my choice had been taken away.

I was shepherded towards the matrimonial room but before I entered my mother whispered, "You are now a wife and you must do everything to please your husband."

Once I was away from the pandemonium and people my strength began to recover. I was not going to let myself be downtrodden in this way and I was going to take back control. He may be my husband on paper but I was never going to treat him that way.

He entered the room a few minutes later and he had a grin on his face that only seemed to make me angrier.

I was sat on the bed and I got up as he walked towards me. I did not want to give him any false hope, "I never wanted this marriage. I don't love you. I will never accept you."

The grin was wiped off his face and he seemed incredulous, "Do you know what my family has given up for this marriage? I have sold my father's lands to pay for this wedding and your precious clothes and jewellery."

I was not going to back down, "I never asked for your jewellery or this lavish wedding. I never wanted any of this and I never wanted you."

He grabbed the gold choker around my neck and snatched it off my neck causing a sharp pain in my neck and I held my neck in shock, "You spoiled brat. You do not deserve any of this."

He all of a sudden grabbed my hands and pinned me to the bed. His movement was so swift that I did not have time to gather my thoughts and my head was spinning at this sudden turn of events, "I pity myself for marrying such an ungrateful brat but I will make you my wife."

He let go of my hands to unwrap my sari but I tried fighting him by kicking and punching him. He sat on my legs and I tried to struggle to move them but I was unable to do so due to his weight.

He slapped me across my face so hard that I was sure it would lead a mark. I held my face in shock. He used this opportunity to tie my hands above my head with his scarf.

He began to hitch up my sari and I tried to struggle but I felt helpless in my state. He loosened his pants and pulled them down to let out his cock.

I looked away not wanting to see it. He had hitched up my sari to my waist. He then began to feel me between my legs. I felt I was going to die from the shame of the situation. I had never imagined losing my virginity in such a degrading manner.

He commented, "You say you never wanted any of this. But why are your panties so wet."

I felt so ashamed in that moment and almost screamed, "You are a fucking pig. You sick bastard."

He tore my panties from my body and I felt them tear against my body, "That is no way to speak to your husband." I went to respond but as I opened my mouth he filled it with my panties. I could taste the wetness on my panties and it added to my shame that my arousal was so evident.

I tried to clamp my legs together but he roughly separated them. He began to rub his cock up and down wet pussy. I knew I was wet and as much as I hated this, my body was giving in. My hips involuntarily bucked and pushed up against his cock.

"Your wet cunt is drowning my cock in your cum. You are a horny slut. I was hoping for a virgin on my wedding night but I am stuck with a bratty English slut."

I welled up with shame. I wanted to scream that I was a virgin at the arrogant bastard but that would probably give him more satisfaction.

He pushed the head of his cock into me. He was gently moving it in and out of my lips. My hips were betraying my feelings as they moved with his rhythm. My hips began to move forward trying to get more of his cock. My body was on fire and his rhythmic teasing was making my body yearn for me.

I imagined picturing myself dressed in my beautiful sari and jewellery. I had the most beautiful gold bangles. The most beautiful gold ring and gold ankle chain. The dress was so expensive and heavy that it weighed me down during the ceremony. It was now bunched up at my waist as I was being defiled by my husband dressed in my finery.

He pulled out to my disappointment when my body was hoping for more. He then tore my petticoat and began to grope my breasts.

My nipples were hard giving away my increasing arousal. He took one into his mouth and bit it roughly. He repeated the same with the other.

This caused a feeling of pleasure and pain that was making me reach boiling point. His attack on my breasts continued as he roughly squeezed and sucked on them.

I could only moan into my panties. I felt so ashamed that I was being turned on during my own bang.

I could feel my hips move my body so that it was taking more of his cock. I could feel him at my hymen and it hurt slightly.

He pushed against it and I bit down on my panties due to the pain.

"The slut is a virgin after all."

He then pushed in hard taking what was left of my innocence.

The initial pain was unbearable but it soon passed and he built up a good rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building deep inside and I was pleased my mouth was stuffed with my panties as he would not be able to hear my moans of pleasure.

He then to my shock pulled out until only his head was inside me. He undid my hands and he took out the panties.

He then asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

I could feel my body bring him back inside me. My body was giving my answer but the pig wanted to hear it from my lips. I knew I would hate myself but in that moment I needed to cum more than anything else, "Don't stop."

He pushed in a further inch keeping me on edge, "What am I?"

I said through gritted teeth, "Don't stop, Husband."

He then thrust into me roughly and I could not help myself from putting my arms around him. I came loudly unable to contain my moans from my first real orgasm.

***

As I thought about my wedding night I wondered if I had treated Vijay badly. Was I a brat?

I wanted to move forward with my life and the only way I could do this was to forget about these men and try to reconnect with my old life. I missed my old boyfriend and I wanted to reconnect with him.

I tried to call my boyfriend but his number was disconnected. I called one of our mutual friends Ayesha to try and get his new details. But she was not answering her phone. So I tried to find her on Facebook and that is when I saw her relationship status. "In a relationship with Jay Adams."

I was furious that she was in a relationship with my ex. I felt betrayed. I left her an angry message. She called me back the next day. If I felt betrayed it was nothing compared to how I felt now. She told that they had been dating long before I went to India. Jay thought I was frigid and he wanted a girl that "put out."

Why did all men have to be such pigs?

I was stuck at home, no job, no boyfriend and no prospects. I had nothing but time to contemplate my decisions.

My thoughts always went back to Vijay. I tried to think about things from his point of view. Our parents had arranged our marriage when he was a young boy and he waited all his life for me to be at marrying age. He sacrificed everything for me and gave up a lot to be with me but I threw it back in his face. Maybe I was a brat? But he took away my choice or was it my parents and he was just innocent in all this? It was only on our wedding night that I told him of my feelings. I wanted to give him a second chance.

I tried calling him but his mother answered. She said he was travelling in Europe and she does not know when he will be back. He needed a fresh start somewhere.

I spoke to my mother about it. She said he is no longer waiting for me and he has come to Europe to study.

She apologised for the marriage. She said it was a mistake that her and my father regret. She said it all happened when Vijay was a young boy. "His father was ill and on his deathbed your father promised his father that he would marry you and Vijay to unite the two families. It was unfair to Vijay as he was older and would be at marrying age but they had made a pact.

Vijay was a successful lawyer in India and he had turned down many proposals as he waited for you. He put his life on hold for our dreams and we made his life a nightmare. When we believed you were ready we took you to India and thought you would understand once you were there but you were not able to take the responsibility. I am telling you this because I don't want you to blame Vijay. He was a victim in this just like you and it was our fault, your parents."

My mother broke down as she told me this and I hugged her beginning to understand why Vijay was so hurt on our wedding night.

After my experiences I wanted to live my life again. I always wanted to do my masters in Art in Paris. The city always had an appeal for me and I needed a break from my circumstances. My parents felt guilty about what they put me through and agreed to my wishes.

I had settled into a shared apartment in Paris. It was expensive but my parents were paying and I was beginning to enjoy my life.

It was late in the evening as I was doing research for my assignment. I needed a break and went to the drinks machine which was located in the corridor as I walked through the doors I heard someone that sounded familiar. I looked up and I was frozen still in shock. He had not noticed me as he was talking to some girl. He finally looked ahead and saw me, we exchanged awkward looks and he was also slightly shocked.

The girl asked him, "Vijay, are you ok? Do you know this girl?"

It brought us out of our awkwardness, "Oh. Yes. This is Anjali. Anjali this is Anne."

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