Wife pays for husband's sins (blckml,humiliation of innocent housewife)

[Vinukollam]

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[sathya cucload]

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[sam1981]

Astonished, Jyoti just stared at Mr. Misra. Was her mind playing games with her? Was she free to go without having to have sex with him? Jyoti jumped up and cautiously turned to the door. When Mr. Misra didn't say anything, she walked slowly expecting him to stop her at any minute. Standing at the door, Jyoti hesitated with her hand on the doorknob before opening it and stepping outside. Jyoti scurried through the building until she was sitting safely in her car. Her hands were shaking so much she couldn't get the key into the ignition. Jyoti took a few deep breaths and then started the car. It wasn't until she was in the safety of her own house that she collapsed onto the floor, shaking and tears uncontrollably falling from her eyes, the tension and apprehension leaving her body.

But when the telephone rang about an hour later and Jyoti heard Mr. Misra' voice, the apprehension returned. He was very vague, just saying that the company car would pick her up the next day at 10:00 a.m. and that she was to wear something traditional but sexy and no underwear at all. She wanted to know why, but he just warned her what would happen if she didn't do what he said.

Over dinner, Jyoti's husband complained about how hard he had worked that day.

"You wouldn't believe the hoops I had to go through today," Ajay said. "One of our big Japanese customers is in town and I had to produce report after report and a glitzy presentation. Mr. Misra needed it for a big meeting tonight. Then there's some big party tomorrow. You'd think I'd get invited to that, wouldn't you? I did all the work and wasn't even invited to the fun."

Jyoti only heard parts of what her husband said. She was worried about tomorrow. What did Mr. Misra have in mind? When Ajay mentioned the party, Jyoti perked up. If Mr. Misra was going to be at a business event, who was going to pick her up in the car?

[sam1981]

The next day Jyoti looked through her wardrobe. Mr. Misra said to wear something sexy. Jyoti didn't own anything sexy. The last thing she wanted was to make him angry, but what was she supposed to do? After making numerous selections, only to put the clothes back, Jyoti settled on a sari with a deep neck and backless blouse. By the time Jyoti finished with her hair and make-up she realized it was nearly 10:00 o'clock. She had spent so much time choosing her outfit that she was now out of time.

Jyoti put on a pair of black panties and then her petticoat. Then Jyoti suddenly remembered Mr. Misra' orders -- no underwear. She begrudgingly reached under her petticoat and removed her panties. After putting them back in the drawer, Jyoti felt very naked. Jyoti slipped on high-heel sandals and then automatically reached into her bra drawer, but came back empty-handed. No underwear meant no bra as well. Jyoti put the white blouse over her naked tits and buttoned it up. When she looked at herself in the mirror, Jyoti gasped. She had chosen the blouse because it was the most sexy one she owned. The problem was that it was sheer and she had never worn it without something underneath. The shape of her breasts was clearly visible as well as the dark areoles and nipples.

Jyoti panicked and quickly ran to her closet for a replacement, but just then Jyoti heard a car horn. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10:00 o'clock. Jyoti became flustered, but when the second blast of the horn was heard she left her bedroom and ran out of the house. She saw the sleek black car with dark tinted windows hiding whoever was inside. The chauffer stood next to the back door.

Jyoti walked towards the car and saw the chauffer staring at her chest -- at her jiggling tits that were partially exposed through the sheer material. As soon as she reached the car the chauffer professionally opened the door. Jyoti was dreading the afternoon, thinking on what other humiliating acts were in store for her.

The car drove her to a hotel, next to the office. As the car pulled up to the entrance of the hotel, her phone got a text to come to room no. 1450. She covered her blouse with her sari as much as she could and made it to the room. As she knocked on the door, Misra opened the door.

He motioned for Jyoti to come in. As Jyoti stepped into the room she saw an Oriental man sitting there.

"Jyoti, this is Mr. Ichiro," Mr. Misra said. "Sir, this is Mrs. Rai."

Jyoti held her hand out but the old man sort of bowed. Jyoti pulled her hand back and did the same. Her eyes stayed on Mr. Ichiro and she saw him looking down her blouse which was open at the top. Jyoti got upright, but his eyes remained on her chest. She desperately wanted to cross her arms over her breasts, but knew that would bring more attention to them, and probably upset Mr. Misra.

"Mr. Ichiro is the founder, owner, and CEO of Yashaka Ltd.," Mr. Misra said. "We have concluded a very important agreement and now I want to show my appreciation for his business." Jyoti looked at Mr. Misra with a blank stare so he continued. "Jyoti, since your husband works for my company..." Mr. Misra stopped and turned to Mr. Ichiro. "Oh, I didn't tell you. The presentation you liked so much was put together by Jyoti's husband." Jyoti's eyes turned down in embarrassment when the Japanese executive looked at her in astonishment. "Anyway, Jyoti, your husband did his part and now I expect you to do your part. Let's begin with your clothes. I like the blouse you chose, but I think the sari is covering it, lets remove it."

Jyoti noticed the "no nonsense" look Mr. Misra gave her so, with trembling hands, she put her sari’s pallu aside and slowly started undoing it. She was standing in her petticoat and blouse, at that moment she stopped and looked up with pleading eyes. But Mr. Misra motioned for her to continue. He wasn't satisfied. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and the petticoat. Soon she was stark naked in the room.

[sam1981]

Now that's much better. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Ichiro?"

Jyoti looked at the Japanese man in the very expensive suit. He was easily 65 years old with gray hair. At only 5'3" he was shorter than Jyoti, but he intimidated her anyway. She noticed the bulge in his pants and the look of lust on his face; his eyes darted from Jyoti's chest to her legs. If he had heard Mr. Misra' question Mr. Ichiro didn't bother to answer.

"Jyoti, dear, sit next to our guest," Mr. Misra said.

Jyoti went and sat next to the Japanese man, frantically covering her breasts with her crossed arms. Misra motioned her to move hands aways.
Jyoti flinched when Mr. Ichiro's hand reached out and cupped her naked breast. She noticed the gold wedding ring on his ring finger, and then remembered that she was wearing her wedding ring too. His fingers caressed her breast and then his hand moved to her other tit, pushing the blouse aside. Soon Mr. Ichiro was squeezing both breasts.

"Jyoti, take our guest's cock out."

Jyoti's eyes were closed, trying to block out what was happening to her. She opened them to complete the task. Jyoti's fingers lowered Mr. Ichiro's zipper and then her hand went inside, searching for his dick. She felt it through his underwear and felt around until her hand slipped inside the fly opening. Grabbing his hard cock, Jyoti maneuvered it and pulled until it was sticking out of his trousers. Mr. Misra told her to rub it.

Jyoti was sitting in hotel room, jerking off an old Japanese man while he fondled her breasts. She felt like a cheap whore. Mr. Ichiro's mouth replaced his hand on Jyoti's breast, then she felt his other hand move from her tit to her thigh where he was trying to wedge it between her tightly closed legs.

When Jyoti parted her legs, Mr. Ichiro's hand instantly went between them and moved upwards to her crotch. In a flash, the thin fingers were exploring Jyoti's pussy, fingers pinching, probing, and sinking inside her. With his thumb rubbing Jyoti's clit, Mr. Ichiro used two fingers to finger-fuck her.

Jyoti looked down and saw the old man eagerly sucking her breast and nipple. Mr. Ichiro's hand was busy between her legs. Jyoti felt like a whore.

Mr. Ichiro's mouth and fingers were incessant and Jyoti's body began to react. Her legs spread more, cunt became wet. It didn't take long before Jyoti's hand grabbed the back of Mr. Ichiro's head and held his mouth against her breast while her hips humped his fingers. Her other hand continued to jerk him off, moving faster up and down the old man's hard cock as she approached a climax.

"Aaahhhhh!!!" Jyoti sighed as her hand, the one that had been wrapped around Mr. Ichiro's dick, grabbed his wrist while she shamelessly thrust her pussy against his hand.

"She like sex," Mr. Ichiro said. It was obvious the Japanese executive wasn't comfortable speaking English. Jyoti suddenly realized it was the first words he had spoken. "She cum good. Like slut. She good choice for celebration. Men like woman who like sex. They like her."

Jyoti didn't understand what the old man was talking about. She was about to ask, but thought better of it. Not that she would have had the opportunity anyway. Jyoti felt Mr. Ichiro's hands in her hair, pulling her face to his lap. Before she knew what was happening, his cock was in her mouth.

Even though the small, frail man didn't have a large cock, it kept causing her to gag as he pushed her head down while thrusting up. Jyoti's hands flayed until they located Mr. Ichiro. She grabbed his forearms, but he was surprisingly strong for an old, little man and she couldn't stop him. Every time he pushed her head down in his lap, Mr. Ichiro's cock went down her throat. Jyoti kept gagging, eventually feeling herself losing consciousness. The Japanese executive was suffocating her with his cock. Jyoti knew for sure she was going to die like that -- in a hotel room with an old Japanese man's cock in her throat. But just when she thought the end was upon her, Mr. Ichiro pulled her head up and sort of cast her aside. Jyoti fell onto the floor, coughing and taking deep breaths to replenish the oxygen her lungs had been deprived of.

In Jyoti's weakened state she felt her body being manipulated. First Mr. Ichiro was tugging and pushing her, and then Mr. Misra joined in. Jyoti soon found herself on her knees on the floor with her face in Mr. Misra' lap. Mr. Ichiro was behind her. Jyoti looked up at Mr. Misra as if to ask him what was happening when she felt Mr. Ichiro's hard cock enter her pussy from behind in one hard thrust.

"UMMPHH!!" Jyoti grunted.

arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady while he plowed his cock into her pussy. There was no tenderness in the way he was fucking her. Jyoti put her hands on Mr. Misra' knees for support, and lifted her head. She saw Mr. Misra frantically opening his pants, then pulling his cock out. Once again Jyoti felt fingers in her hair pulling her face towards a cock. But this time, when Mr. Misra' cock was in her mouth, he let go. Jyoti sucked Mr. Misra' cock and bobbed her head while the Japanese man behind her fucked her hard.

Jyoti didn't know how long her debasement went on.

Jyoti felt Mr. Misra' hands on the back of her head, but he wasn't pushing her down like Mr. Ichiro had. And then she felt his sperm splash inside her mouth, hitting her upper palate and coating her tongue. Jyoti swallowed her husband's boss' sperm. Mr. Misra didn't pull Jyoti's mouth off his cock. Rather, he held her in place. His cock remained inside her mouth while Mr. Ichiro continued to fuck her from behind. And then the Japanese man's hips began thrusting as fast as a dog fucking his bitch. Jyoti never felt a cock move in and out of her that fast. He kept doing it until he grunted, then pushed into Jyoti with all his might, filling her pussy with hot sperm.

Mr. Ichiro pulled out and returned to his seat. Mr. Misra pushed Jyoti off his cock by the top of her head. She crumbled to the carpeted floor. Everyone was quiet for a while, except for the heavy breathing. Then Jyoti felt fingers entwine in her hair and pull. Jyoti was helplessly dragged until she once again saw Mr. Ichiro's cock in front of her face. This time it was soft and slimy. The Japanese executive pressed her lips against his cock until Jyoti opened her mouth. She sucked his cock into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. When Mr. Ichiro thought her task was done he pushed her away like Mr. Misra had, and once again Jyoti found herself on the floor between the two powerful men.

[Renjith]

Interesting bro
Nice

[Innocent_Pervert]

Will you involve her son please

[Kinklover]

Great story bro..

[Vinukollam]

Nice story bro... update please

[mkgkkr]

Update bro?

[sam1981]

Jyoti had been sexually abused by the two executives and had a belly and pussy full of their sperm. She gathered her clothes and her courage and made it to the bathroom. She tided herself, thinking her torture was over for the day. After getting her clothes on and dbanging her saree, she slowly tried to slip out of the room without the two men noticing.

“Where are you going, we still have an event to go to” said Misra

Jyoti froze. She was not sure how much more humiliation she could take.

“Lets go” said Ichiro
Mr. Ichiro got out of the room and started walking briskly. Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti by the wrist and pulled her along, following the small, old man. Jyoti was startled but followed along. They took the elevator and exited on the 32 floor.

When they entered the floor Jyoti was surprised to hear music. But she stopped in shock when they walked into a large room with party decorations. Many Japanese men were spread throughout the room, a few dancing and others talking.

When Mr. Ichiro shouted something in Japanese the music and talking immediately ceased. Jyoti watched in awe as all the men bowed. Mr. Ichiro returned the bow. Then he continued speaking in Japanese. Suddenly, Mr. Ichiro grabbed Jyoti by the arm and pulled her into the center. When Mr. Ichiro lifted Jyoti's arm into the air like a victorious prizefighter, after saying something in Japanese, the men in the room cheered.

Mr. Ichiro turned to Jyoti and told her that this was a celebration and she was, as he said it, "to be good entertainment." Then Mr. Ichiro walked towards the middle of the room where he was swarmed by his admiring employees.

Jyoti turned to Mr. Misra in confusion.

"They have a very interesting way of rewarding their employees," Mr. Misra told her. "You are here to be..." Mr. Misra hesitated, then snickered before continuing, "a fringe benefit." When Jyoti still looked confused Mr. Misra said blatantly, "You will be available for sex, or anything else, for any of the men who want you."

Jyoti's eyes got real big and then she scanned the room, mentally trying to count the number of men. She began pleading with Mr. Misra not to make her do this. She said it would kill her. He reminded her, again, that she kept saying that but she was still alive, proving herself wrong.

"But there are too many," Jyoti said, once again scanning the room.

"You'll be surprised what you can do," Mr. Misra said, but his voice didn't sound as confident as his words. "I have to leave." Jyoti looked at him in panic. "Sorry, but as much as I'd like to see what happens, this is a company only party. No outsiders... not even me. I'm warning you though. If I get any complaints from Mr. Ichiro... any at all... our deal is off. If you blow this, then I will have security officer arrest your husband immediately. There will be no more negotiating. You have to understand how serious I am about this. Is that 100% clear?"

Jyoti looked around the room again and then cast her eyes to the ground. She hesitated, then said very softly, "Yes, I understand."

"Now go join the party. Don't worry, after it's over it will all be forgotten. You can live through anything."

Mr. Misra put a reassuring hand on Jyoti's arm. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, but saw there was no hope. His gesture, however, seemed to indicate the man did have some compassion. Suddenly, Mr. Misra walked briskly out of the room. Jyoti had never felt so alone as she did just then. Even though she hated Mr. Misra she wished he had not left.

[Renjith]

Nice bro

[naked_passion]

Updates Bro

[drlund]

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[funlove]

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[xboard1986]

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[sam1981]

Jyoti stood near the doorway, frozen to the spot. People were dancing and talking throughout the room, but Jyoti stood motionless. She didn't even see Mr Ichiro approach her, but jumped when he pulled her by the arm into the center of room.

“Come... come" The Japanese man pulled her to the center of the room.

"Nice sari," he spoke softly and slipped his hand lower on her back. Jyoti flinched trying to remove his hand.

"It's OK, relax," he hugged her tightly.

"I want to go," she got hold of his hand. She struggled to get free but he was too strong.

" BEHAVE! " Mr Ichiro shouted at her

Jyoti did not expect this, she was stunned, she was paralysed for a minute.

Mr Ichiro then untied the strings holding the blouse. In an instant the blouse opened and hung loose on her shoulders. Jyoti let out a screeching cry and covered her boobs with both hands to stop the blouse to fall off.

The group in front stopped their activities and looked towards Jyoti trying to hold her blouse. When they realized what happened they burst out laughing.

"Pull it out," they encouraged Ichiro.

"No..no.. please," Jyoti panted and begged Ichiro. She looked into his eyes and saw raw lust, her heart pounded hard and she knew that she would be soon naked. She looked at the other guys who were eagerly waiting for the blouse to be out of way.

"Please.... I don't want all these people to see."

Jyoti shivered feeling slutty the grip on the blouse loosened. Ichiro quickly pulled aside the Saree dbangd around her chest and tugged the blouse. The round boobs fall out in the clear view of the waiting audience. They stood tall not requiring support of any bra, nipples erect with excitement. The group erupted into a loud cheer. Jyoti stood motionless as if hypnotized, she watched the awe struck faces of the guys who were whistling and cheering for more. Ichiro moved his hand under her arms and grabbed both the breasts and rubbed them for the view of audience.

"Ahhh...," she let out a gasp as he massaged the perfect orbs and squeezed the nipples. Her face looked like a maze of agony, her arm hung loose on sides, unable to resist. The men were watching her fixedly. Jyoti's mouth was open and was breathing hard, pain mix pleasure arose from kneading of the boobs and rippled through her body.

"Jyoti, you are hot," Ichiro moved his hand around her navel. He humped his groin into her and let his hard dick poke on her ass, "Remove your Saree."

"No....please," she was barely able to speak.
She looked at the men in front of her with her half closed eyes and saw them looking at her with wanton lust, begging her to remove her clothes. As if in a spell she moved her hands to the waist and pulled the Saree out of the petticoat. She let it fall on the floor.

"Good girl, now remove petticoat," Ichiro whispered and she obeyed him without hesitation and let the petticoat fall on floor.
She felt dirty to display herself like this. She needed no further instructions as she inserted her fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down her smooth ass. She stood stark naked, her sweet pussy hidden between the swollen lips.

Mr Ichiro made an announcement in Japanese and everyone cheered and whistled. The music then became louder and faster. Mr Ichiro stepped aside.

One of the men stepped up.

"Blowjob," the Japanese man said.

Jyoti looked at the bulge in his pants and listened to his words. She was frozen again. But the slap across her cheek brought her back to reality. Jyoti knew she couldn't protest so her fingers sought and found the man's zipper and pulled it down. She fished inside his pants and pulled his hard cock out.
Without hesitating, Jyoti wrapped her lips around the stranger's cock and began using the skill she had recently learned. Jyoti's eyes were closed, trying to block out what she was doing. When she opened them, Jyoti saw people standing on both sides watching her on her knees in the middle of a large room sucking a cock.

Most of what Jyoti heard was in Japanese so she didn't understand what was said. But occasionally recognizable words such as "slut," "cocksucker," and even "married" were spoken. Jyoti tried to block them out, but she couldn't. How could she? She was married and had become a cock sucking slut... and in her own mind much worse. Not that long ago, although to Jyoti it seemed like a lifetime ago, she had been a respectable mother and wife who had refused to put her husband's dick into her mouth because she thought it was disgusting and demeaning. But now she was on her knees in a large room sucking a stranger's cock with many people watching. Jyoti kept sucking and licking the Japanese man's cock until his hands grabbed her head. Jyoti was now experienced enough to know what that meant. She readied herself, and then swallowed the sperm as it flooded her mouth.

When the man stopped cumming, he pulled away from Jyoti and stuffed his cock into his pants. A pair of hands lifted Jyoti to her feet. She was surprised another man didn't step up for a blowjob, so she willingly stood up.

Jyoti just stood there, embarrassed to be naked in front of everyone. Suddenly, someone pushed her from behind until she was on her hand and knees. She felt an arm around her waist and then a cock pushing against her pussy from behind. It easily slipped into her wet pussy and, on all fours like a dog, Jyoti got fucked hard. People cheered as his cock entered her.

The continuous camera flashes caused Jyoti to look around at the people watching her. Another man sat in front of her. His cock was already out of his pants and he pulled Jyoti's face to it. She obediently opened her mouth and took his cock into it. This caused her ass to lift up which allowed the man fucking her to penetrate deeper. Jyoti was now servicing two Japanese men at the same time while being watched by many other men. It seemed like every Japanese man had his cell phone out and was taking pictures. Images of Jyoti fucking and sucking like a slut would be recorded for others to see. While Jyoti worried about that, the man fucking her came and pulled out, but Jyoti kept sucking the other man.

A new man stepped behind Jyoti and shoved his dick into her pussy. It felt a lot different so Jyoti pulled off the cock in her mouth and looked over her shoulder. She saw a very thin, small Japanese man. Jyoti realized that his dick must also be thin and small and she hardly felt it in her well used pussy. Jyoti turned back and put the other man's cock back into her mouth as if it was something she did every day.

Jyoti felt the man fucking her pull out. She wondered if he had climaxed already. She didn't feel him shoot, but didn't feel his cock much anyway. But his hand was still on her hip so she knew he hadn't left.

Then she felt his cock again. Jyoti almost giggled thinking he had fallen out when she felt his cock press against her anus. She stopped sucking, waiting for the man to correct his aim, but instead she felt a pressure back there. Before Jyoti could react, the thin slimy cock slipped into her asshole.

"No!" Jyoti cried out, looking over her shoulder after pulling off the cock that had been in her mouth.

Jyoti's head was pulled around by her hair and her face pressed against the abandoned cock. She stayed like that while the man behind her slowly moved his cock in and out of her ass. Never had Jyoti ever contemplated having something in her ass, let alone a cock. But the man ass-fucked her and there was nothing Jyoti could do about it. The other man got impatient and tugged on Jyoti's hair. After squealing in pain, Jyoti opened her mouth and began sucking his cock again. Jyoti was giving a stranger a blowjob and being fucked in the ass. The frequency of the phone flashes seemed to increase with the level of depravity. Now there was a barrage of them. The man came in her mouth and then the other filled her ass with his semen. When the two men backed away, Jyoti crumbled to the dirty floor.

Jyoti lay defeated on the floor expecting another man, or two, to use her body, but instead she heard a familiar voice. Mr. Ichiro was talking in Japanese so Jyoti didn't understand him, but it sounded like he was barking orders. The next thing Jyoti saw was one of the men offering her hand and helping Jyoti to her feet. Not even attempting to cover her nudity, Jyoti stood and followed him. Jyoti walked awkwardly, uncomfortable from being fucked in the ass for the first time. The Japanese man led Jyoti to a table covered with food and drinks.

Jyoti saw the man staring at her and then, as politely as possible, the Japanese woman pointed to the corner of her mouth. Jyoti licked that area and tasted sperm, making a disgusted face. The man gave her a glass of whiskey and waved his hand over the table covered with refreshments. Jyoti gulped the whiskey and was happy to drink it. Then, standing naked with sperm leaking from her pussy and asshole, Jyoti munched on some snacks.

[Kinklover]

Hot update...

[ronylol]

great brother want to see Jyoti's daughter too

[sam1981]

Sorry for no updates for a while