Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I slowly drove the car out of the airport and followed Raza's directions. We made our way through the crowded city streets once the airport area ended. Although it was a city with an airport, like most cow belt cities, its infrastructure was rickety and its streets crowded. I drove slowly, navigating my way through lots of cows, bicycles, auto-rickshaws and pedestrians. Hundreds of people stared at me as we passed through, not used to seeing a high class memsaab drive a car. A few minutes of driving like that, being gawked at, was enough to drive home the realization that I was not in Bombay anymore.


I was concentrating fully on the road and on my driving. In recent years, I had only driven an automatic car. I had learned driving on manual gear based cars, so it wasn't like I was all at sea. But I did need to focus and keep reminding myself to change gears. The roads were very bumpy and full of potholes. And the car was an old one with practically no suspension. So every time we went over a bump, the car rattled, making us rattle, and my boobs swing up and down.

Initially, Raza was only stealing glances at my heaving tits. Half an hour or so into the drive and he was blatantly staring. Through the corner of my eye, I also noticed him stare at my legs when the bumps made the denim skirt slide up a little bit. As I drove I kept pushing my skirt down. But Raza still got enough of a look to probably arouse him.

Despite his blatant staring, he had stayed silent and on the other side of the car for a while. He probably knew that navigating those crowded city roads require all my attention and he didn't want to bug me. Finally I reached the highway. The crowds melted away. The sun was beating down hard. And I stepped on the pedal in top gear, glad to be able to pick up some speed.

"You are a very good driver, memsaab." Raza finally said, breaking the long silence.

"Thank you." I said, focusing on a truck as I overtook it. "I have been driving since I was 17."

"Do all women in Mumbai drive?" he asked.

"Not all. But many." I said.

"Mumbai women are very different, no?" he asked after a few more seconds.

"What do you mean?" I said, finally having the luxury of looking at him. He wore a wry look.

"I mean...women from Mumbai are very different. Modern. Open. Bold." he said and smiled.

I could read the implications in what he was saying. He had definitely at least heard rumors about me.

"I suppose." I shrugged and focused on driving.

He didn't say anything. But I noticed his change his posture a little bit. He had been leaning against the door facing straight, even while glancing at me. Now he moved a little, put his folded right knee on the seat, and turned to face me. It was like he was just staring without any pretense. Over the next few minutes, I could sense him edging closer and closer to me.

My heart started beating fast. I was engulfed in that similar struggle between fear and arousal. Would he try something fresh? Surely not, given that I was his boss's wife. Then again, he was a nice big muscular hunk. Part of me was imagining how it would be to spend some intimate moments with him, as opposed to that pudgy bastard Bajwa who had been the last man to fuck me.

"I have heard a lot of things about you, memsaab." he said ten minutes later when we were on an empty stretch of the road.

"Hmmm?"

"People in our town love to gossip and most of the gossip is false. But looking at you, I wonder." he said.

"What do you mean?" I said, sounding a little offended.

He just chuckled and said nothing. By now he had slid just a foot or so away from me.

"Raza." I said authoritatively, "Move back to the other side of the seat."

He acted as if he didn't hear me, and continued.

"Billa Yadav and his men are total losers. They think they rule the world. But they couldn't pick up more than 20% of the seats in the election last month." he said.

Oh yes, the election, I suddenly remembered. Ignoring the innuendo in referring to Billa Yadav, I focused on that bit of information.

"What happened in the election?" I asked.

"You didn't hear?"

"No, the media in Bombay doesn't exactly pay attention to municipal elections from tiny towns in the cow belt." I might have said that a little too derisively, because Raza frowned before continuing.

"Billa Yadav's party lost a lot of seats. Shakoorbhai's party got the majority. We run the town now."

"We???"

"I mean....my people. I am a volunteer for Shakoorbhai's party."

The name rang a bell. I remembered Sarita saying something about it.

"Is that Shakoor....Hasan?"

"Shakoor Haji, memsaab. You are obsessed with Billa Yadav and his men. But the winds are changing."

I felt a sudden flash of temper. I stepped on the pedal a little harder and the car made some ominous sounds but sped up.

"Easy, memsaab." Raza said, surprised by the sudden acceleration.

"Why the fuck do people keep talking to me about Billa Yadav? Who the fuck is Billa Yadav? I have never even met the man." I said angrily.

Raza was taken aback by my outburst. He said nothing as I continued.

"You people in this tiny town seem to do nothing but gossip. Spread lies, rumors, all sorts of random things. What the hell do you mean I am obsessed with Billa Yadav?"

Raza was surprised but regained his composure.

"Well, memsaab.....things I have heard." he said defensively.

"What have you heard?" I asked out of annoyance as well as curiosity. I wanted to know exactly what was being said about me.

Raza didn't say anything. He just stared at my face.

"Well?" I asked.

"Okay memsaab, since you asked....the word around town is that you are Billa Yadav's mistress. He and his men sleep with you all the time. That you have slept with pretty much every man on that side of town. From Billa's soldiers to the businessmen to the shopkeepers. And in exchange, Billa will use his contacts to get a lot of business for your husband's bank." Raza said all this rapidly.

"What nonsense!" I said. This was almost like Chinese whispers. Sure, there was a little bit of truth to the rumors, but all this was outrageous.

"It's not true?" Raza incredulously asked.

"Of course not. You people spreading such ugly rumors...." and then suddenly a possibility struck me, "...wait, has Vinay heard of all this?"

"What? No, of course not!" Raza smile and said.

"What do you mean of course not?"

"Memsaab, you really need to understand the culture of our place. Yes, people talk and there are murmurs. But no one is going to walk up to a man and tell him that they heard his wife is sleeping around."

"How nice!!!" I sarcastically said.

"It is partly about being nice and decent." Raza shrugged. "Partly....there is opportunism."

"Opportunism?"

"Well, if the rumors are true....why tip off the husband and kill the goose?" he said and winked.

I shot him an angry look. His face went serious.

"The rumors are NOT true." I emphatically said.

"Okay okay..." Raza raised his hands and sat back.

I kept driving, seething at what a mess this was all turning out to be.

---

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was convinced I had been authoritative and forceful enough to put all his thoughts to rest. He was, after all, my husband's employee. But after a few minutes, I noticed that he was slowly sidling closer. I looked at him questioningly. He just grinned.


"Stay on that side, Raza." I snapped.

But he ignored my command and slid a little closer.

"You know memsaab, you can deny everything as much as you want. But there is no smoke without fire." he said. And then he moved his right hand and put it on my bare left knee just below my skirt. I felt weak for a moment, but I was still in control of my senses.

"Don't touch me!" I slapped his hand away, focusing on the road. I was going about 80 kmph and didn't need this distraction.

"Whether the rumors are completely true or not, there is something happening. And you are completely at the mercy of Billa's men. They could even drag your nice husband into it. I have a solution for you. We can offer you protection."

He put his hand back on my knee. I slapped it away again.

"Raza, don't forget who you're talking to!" I angrily said. "You are a fucking two bit driver."

As soon as I said that, I regretted it. It was unnecessarily nasty, given the situation. A look of anger flashed across Raza's face.

"You fucking whore!" he said and put his hand back on my knee, now grabbing it hard. There was no way to slap it away.

That angry voice and that strong grip was a distraction thought. As I took one hand off the wheel to resist his advances, and took my eyes off the road, the car swerved. There was a loud honking sound from an oncoming truck. We were headed straight for a collision. Even Raza realized it and with his other hand, straightened the steering wheel. We avoided the collision at the last second.

"You bitch!"

"You asshole!!"

"What's wrong with you???"

"You almost killed us!!!"

Raza and I were shouting at each other as the car barreled down the highway.

"Pull over." Raza angrily said.

"No!!" I looked at him defiantly.

I knew that the only semblance of control I had in this scenario against this big strong man was the fact that I was driving. And if anything went wrong, he would be hurt too. If I pulled over, I would lose all control and be at his mercy. Raza seemed to realize that too and kept asking me to pull over and I kept refusing. Finally he went silent. He was still sitting close to me as my heart rate returned to normal and I slowed the car down to about 60 kmph. He was looking at his phone. I wondered if he was planning to call for reinforcements.

"Raza, just behave yourself." I said trying to remain calm. "You don't need..."

And I stopped mid sentence. Because an almost other-worldly sound filled the car.

"Mmmp mmmp mmmp MMMMM...mmmp mmmp mmmp MMMMMM..."

"Oh look at how her tits swing and how she's pushing her ass back!" Bajwa's sound came next. "What a whore!!"

Just listening to that bit, I knew what it was. I recognized my own muffled moans and grunts. And I remembered what Bajwa had said. I didn't need to look, but still, I took my eyes off the road for a second to look at the screen of Raza's phone. It showed exactly what I had feared would turn up online. Me on all fours, almost completely naked, being banged on both ends.

I looked up from the screen at Raza's grinning face. Then I turned my gaze back to the road. I fought back tears as Raza let the entire video play, all 3 minutes of it, in which I was fucked, spanked, and a lot of lewd comments were passed by the men who had their way with me.

The video ended. Raza put the phone back in his pocket. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. But he did slide closer to me until our bodies were touching. And he gently put his hand on my bare knee. This time I didn't slap the big hand away. How could I?

As Raza moved his hand slowly from my knee to my thigh and pushed at my skirt, I stared at the road, and wished I had just stayed in Bombay.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Please don't do this, Raza." I begged, appealing to his sense of right and wrong. "I am a married woman. I am your boss's wife."


"Saab is a lucky bugger." Raza said as he pushed his hand under my skirt and caressed the inside of my left thigh all the way to my crotch. He gave my panties a little nudge and then traced his fingers back along the inside of my right thigh back to my knee.

"This isn't safe, Raza." I said in a high pitched voice, already feeling my body betray me by responding to his masculine touch.

"Then pull over." he said.

"No." I said. That was the only card I had left to play - that I was driving.

"As you wish." he shrugged.

His hand left my knees. Naively, for a second, I thought he would leave me alone. But instead, I felt his left hand at my waist, poking around the waist of my t-shirt. His big thick fingers slid under it. I inhaled hard as I felt his rough manly fingers rub against my bare stomach and my sides. My pulse quickened as I felt his nails gently scratch my smooth skin while they moved up. Soon his fingers were at my bra, squeezing right breast.

"Big!" Raza flatly said.

His left hand kept squeezing my boobs over the bra, turning me on by the second. I was having a tough time concentrating on the road.

"Please Raza..." I said, and he must have surely detected the hoarseness. "This is dangerous."

"Just a few seconds, memsaab." he calmly said as his right hand slid up the back of my t-shirt making me lean forward. He deftly unhooked my bra. And then with both hands, rolled my t-shirt and bra up under my armpits.

I was now driving on a busy cow belt highway with my tits fully exposed.

"Fantastic!" Raza sighed as he looked at my tits. He flicked each nipple a couple of times.

"This isn't funny, Raza. Stop playing with my breasts." I begged.

I was a little relieved when he took his hand away and actually slid a little further away. I thought that having exposed my boobs, he would be satisfied. Then I heard the familiar sound of a zip. I looked at him. Raza was pulling his erect dick out of his pants. It was about 8 inches long and decently thick, and without the foreskin, it's purple head looked very threatening as it pointed to the roof.

"Do you like it, memsaab?" Raza cheekily asked when he saw me stare. I instantly turned my gaze back to the road, battling fear, disgust, and intrigue. "It's all yours."

"Please....please put that away." I said, concentrating on my driving. I was fighting every urge to just pull over and feel that beautiful cock inside me. I had not had sex in two months since that day with Bajwa and his guys. I could feel my horniness beginning to assert itself.

"You noticed the head, right? Ever seen a circumcised cock before? I am sure it is bigger than those Billa's men. I know it is bigger than those three cocks you were servicing in the video."

I kept driving, ignoring the fact that a big erect dick was just a couple of feet away. As I drove, I noticed there were a lot of honks from oncoming drivers. I was so baffle by the situation, that it took me a while to realize the reason for the honks. Oncoming drivers, even for 1-2 seconds, were getting to see my exposed boobs and were honking their appreciation. As I realized it, I took one hand off the wheel to pull my t-shirt down.

"Don't!" Raza sharply said. And the submissive part of me felt compelled to obey.

"Why are you doing this?" I pleaded.

"I am a nice guy, memsaab." he said. "I will let you hide your tits if you answer a couple of my questions."

"What questions?"

"First question. What I just asked you. Ever seen a circumcised cock before?"

I was silent for a few seconds before I said,

"Yes."

"Really?" he seemed surprised. "Whose?"

"One of my boyfriends in college."

"One of your boyfriends? Wow, you really have been around the block!" Raza chuckled. "Next question - is it bigger than Billa's men?"

"Yes." I robotically answered, although I could remember at least one specimen being comparable.

"Is it bigger than saab's?"

"Yes."

"Are you a slut who goes around sleeping with other men while her husband remains clueless?"

"Yes." I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheeks. "Can I pull my t-shirt down now?"

"Hmm...okay." Raza generously said. "Although your nipples are erect so clearly you are loving this."

While driving, it wasn't easy to pull my t-shirt down to cover my naked tits. The bra stayed bunched up above my boobs. But at least now I portrayed a decent look to the oncoming traffic. I passed by a road sign displaying the distance to our town. It would take a little over an hour. I hoped I could get there without more humiliation.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I kept driving, thankful for the lull in action. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see that Raza was stroking his dick while staring at my tits, which were pushing against my t-shirt.


"Your nipples are still hard, memsaab." he had snarkily said.

The car was filled with the low squishy sounds of the guy jacking himself off.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked.

"No." I immediately said, but my voice was a little tentative.

"You do want to touch it!" he cackled.

"Please, Raza, just let me concentrate." I said.

But to no avail as he pulled my left hand and put it on his crotch. Instinctively, my fingers gripped the base of his shaft. Meanwhile he put his right hand back on my thigh and this time started pulling the skirt up. I immediately closed my thighs together to prevent him from touching my pussy again.

Meanwhile my hand, as if acting on its own, was starting to stroke that big thick shaft. I could feel precum rubbing against my fingers. With every stroke on his cock, it felt like my pussy was getting wetter too.

Raza's hands had been busy too. Inch by inch, he was rolling my skirt up. More and more of my thighs were being exposed. But at least they weren't visible to other drivers, I consoled myself, unlike my tits a few minutes ago. One hand on the steering wheel, I was driving us on the small rural highway as my left hand kept gently stroking the dick of my husband's driver. Occasionally, I would reach out for his balls and feel how big they were. With every minute that passed with me jacking his dick, my resolve to control the situation weaken significantly. He had me over the barrel anyway, so to speak, with that video clip of me being fucked by Bajwa and the guys, and enjoying it.

"Lift your ass." Raza's voice sounded throaty, as a result of what my hand was doing.

His demand arose from the fact that he had rolled up my denim skirt almost all the way up the front and a little bit below. But since I was sitting, the weight of my body prevented it from being rolled up any further. If I wanted, I could have ignored that command at least momentarily until he threatened me to comply. But by now, I was far gone. Obediently, I lifted my ass off the seat and Raza rolled up my skirt all the way to my waist. The bare skin of my thighs and part of my ass cheeks felt the rexine of the ambassador seat.

I was now driving the car with my skirt neatly rolled up around my waist, and only my red panties covering the lower half of my body. I had resolved to keep my legs tightly shut. But the need to use brakes and accelerator meant that it wasn't possible at all times. Some parting was inevitable. And the next time I parted my legs slightly, Raza swiftly inserted his hand between my thighs.

"Oooooohhhhh!!!" I closed my eyes and cried out as Raza deftly slid his fingers inside my panties and found my clit right away.

"Eyes on the road!!!" he said and I opened my eyes to see the back of a truck approaching. I quickly swerved around it.

As I did, I raised my head up to look at the truck and my eyes met the trucker's, who, from his high perch, got a detailed look at what was happening. The bright red color of my panties meant that they stood out against my creamy thighs and his eyes widened. He could also see Raza's hand inside my panties. And the motion of the car as we passed meant that my big tits were swaying too. Now a random truck driver had gotten a close-up view of a high class memsaab half naked while driving.

Embarrassed, I stepped on the pedal and sped up. I took my left hand off Raza's dick and moved it back to the steering wheel. The encounter had unnerved me, but not Raza, who kept fingering my clit.

"Razaaaa!" I whined. "Stop it!!!"

"I can't control myself!" he hoarsely replied and slipped his other hand inside my shirt to pinch my nipples.

I was having a really tough time keeping the car straight as Raza's fingers sent bolts of pleasure through my loins. The sweat between my thighs and the seats was also starting to pool. I did my best to focus on the road ahead of me. I was in the right overtaking lane ever since I had passed the truck.

In the rearview mirror, I saw the truck speeding up and I panicked. I wanted to step on the accelerator, but ahead of me, I saw a bunch of traffic. There was a traffic signal approaching.

"Raza!!" I sharply said as I took my foot off the pedal to slow down and stepped on the gas even as my husband's driver kept fingering me.

He looked up and saw what the situation was. Immediately, he pulled his hand out of my panties and straightened up. The car slowed down and came to a stop just inches behind a van.

"Phew!" Raza said as he realized that he had almost caused a collision with his horny behavior.

I looked at him angrily. He seemed a little embarrassed. I was about to scold him when I saw the truck pull up next to us and stop.

"O hello!!" I heard a male voice say.

Raza looked out of the window and rolled the glasses down.

"Listen brother, it is great that you have scored such a hot item to play around with." I blushed as I heard the trucker loudly say for everyone around to hear. "But do you have to risk the lives of everyone else on the road? Just pull over somewhere and bang her like a normal guy."

My blushing got even more intense as there was a big chorus of laughter from all around us. It dawned on me that these vehicles driving around us had gotten at least some glimpses of what we had been up to. I felt really angry at Raza. The man himself though, seemed to be unaffected.

"Sorry, man." he said loudly poking his head out the window. "You're right."

I had never been so embarrassed in my life. A couple of men hanging by the side of the road strolled over. I instantly tried to pull my skirt down, but before I could, they had reached the side of my door and gotten a look at my panties and bare thighs.

"Hello, memsaab. How can we help?" one of them leerily said leaning against my window. I avoided eye contact.

"Hey, get lost!" Raza slid over and yelled at them.

They walked away laughing. Finally the vehicles in front of me started moving. I was seething with rage and embarrassment.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I angrily asked Raza as the car started moving faster again. I tried to ignore the suggestive glances from vehicles passing us.


"It's not my fault."

"How is it not your fault?"

"Your hands were doing such a great job on my dick, I lost control." he shrugged.

What a cocky cheeky asshole, I thought. He was the one who had blackmailed me into this situation, he was the one who put my hand on his cock, and now he was blaming me for all this? I started regretting taking home along from the airport. Should have just left him there to take a bus.

"Are you serious???" I yelled as I felt his hands tug at my skirt again.

The yelling actually made him stop and sit back for a second. But then he said,

"Memsaab, it will be better for both of us if you just pull over. Why are you pretending to be some ice maiden when you are clearly aroused? I could feel how wet your pussy was."

Damn, I thought. Betrayed by my pussy yet again. Every time men forced themselves on me and I tried to resist, they could bring up my wetness as a way to win the argument. Raza was no different. But I was learning from experience too. If crafty negotiations were the key to handling these things, I could get crafty too.

"If I pull over....will you promise to leave me alone after that?" I asked.

"Yes, promise."

"And no sex. Just a hand job." I pressed on.

"Oh come on!!!" he whined. "That's not fair. Those other guys get to fuck you everyday and I just get a hand job?"

"First of all, they did not fuck me "everyday". It was one day."

"Yeah, right!" he sniggered.

"I am serious." I shot back, continuing to drive. "Second of all, think about it from my side, Raza. If I have to open my legs for everyone in the city who knows about this stuff, what will my life be? Where does it end?"

I was surprised when Raza actually seemed touched by my second point. He appeared thoughtful for a second. Finally he spoke,

"You're right, memsaab. You are a nice lady. Your husband is a good boss. You don't deserve all this headache. Our town folk can get a little out of hand. I don't know why you decided to go around banging Billa Yadav's men and..."

"What? I did not..." I interrupted. I was getting sick of that name and the implication that I somehow chose to inject myself into this whole mess.

"Just let me speak. Whatever led you to get mixed up with those slimy thugs, I am sure you see the error of your ways. So here's what I am saying. I am not some thuggish rapist like those men. If you want me to leave you alone, I will leave you alone. The only reason I made a move on you is because I read signals."

"Signals? What signals?" I asked incredulously.

"From the moment you came out of the gate at the airport, you were checking out my body. You were being flirtatious."

"I was being..."

"And then a few minutes ago, you happily started wanking my dick."

My head started throbbing a little. There was no point arguing with him. I just let him continue.

"What I am saying memsaab is, you obviously enjoy attention from other men. Maybe saab isn't able to satisfy you in the bedroom. Maybe this is how Mumbai women behave. Whatever it is. But you are basically a nice person."

"Thank you." is all I could say when he paused for a response.

"This whole situation with the rumors and Billa's men and everything. I told you, I know people close to Shakoorbhai. I guarantee you, I will take care of it. You won't get harassed or accosted anymore."

That sounded like a grandiose promise coming from a mere driver, but I nodded.

"And like I said, I am not some thug. If you want to just keep driving home, go ahead. I won't touch you. But I think you are attracted to me too. I can undestand if you don't want to have sex with me like you did with those guys in the videotape..."

"They forced me!!"

"Please! I know what force looks like. But that doesn't matter. If you don't want to have sex, fine. Keep driving. But I would really appreciate it if you pulled over and at least sucked my dick."

"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"There's a lot of talk about how great you are at blow jobs. Maybe it's something all Mumbai women are great at. Women here can't really do it well."

"So you're saying that if I pull over and suck your dick, you will help me solve the problem with those thugs?"

"No, memsaab. That's not what I am saying." he said glumly.

"Then?"

"I am saying that I will solve your problem with those thugs, no matter what. Unconditionally. But I would really feel happy if you gave me a blow job. That's all. I promise I won't force you to do anything else."

And having said his piece, Raza sat back, his erect dick still hanging out of his pants.

---

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As I drove past the wooded countryside considering what Raza had said, I found myself at odds with myself again. He had tried to force himself on me, tried to blackmail me. But now, he had also very decently backed off and left the choice in my hands. I was skeptical if a mere driver really had the influence he said to help me out of the mess. But in the cow belt, you never know. We lived in a country where a tea seller had become Prime Minister. And the cow belt was very different, culturally and politically, from Bombay.


He had said that he would help me regardless of what I did. But he had also correctly noted that I had felt an attraction to him from the moment I laid eyes on him. And why wouldn't I? He was tall, muscular, with an angled face, and was quite charming. Normally, I would have only thought of a guy like him in my fantasies. But considering the absolute scum that had bent me to their will recently, Raza was almost a genial Greek god. A part of me really wanted him.

As I considered the decision though, still weighed down by the guilt, I came up with a different rationalization. I thought that sure, he said that he would help me even if I didn't play along. But if I refused, who knows how he might react. I had negotiated him down to just a blow job. And I had sucked way less impressive dicks in the past. If a quick and simple blow job would help resolve the situation, why not?

"I'll pull over after we pass the next vilage." I quietly said.

Raza couldn't believe his ears. He clapped his hands together, giggled, and said,

"Oh thank you, memsaab, thank you." he tried to fondle my tits.

"Hands off!" I sternly said and he complied.

As I drove past that village, time seemed to slow down. I realized that I wasn't just doing this out of compulsion. I wanted that magnificent long thick circumcised in my mouth. And I wanted his skillful fingers to continue what they had left incomplete. Far from being reluctant to pull over, I was now keen to do so and spend quality time with this handsome young stud.

"Over there." Raza pointed to a remote area on the side of the road.

I took my foot off the pedal and turned the car off the road. There were a few trees and shrubs. I drove the car slowly as far away from the highway as possible. Then I put it in neutral and turned the ignition off.

I was expecting Raza to jump at me right away. But he was sitting quietly, leaning against the door, his legs spread apart and his thick dong still pointing upwards. Now that I did not have to focus on driving, I got a long detailed look at it. It really was spectacular, something out of a nudie magazine.

I slid my ass towards him, noting the irony of the situation. All that time, he had slid closer to me as I fought him off. Now he was sitting as far from me as he could and I was the one sliding towards him. What a role reversal.

I put my left elbow on the seat between his right thigh and back rest, and leaned down with my head towards the throbbing organ. I stared at it from close quarters for a few seconds. It had been several years since my last circumcised dick. I had forgotten how distinctive they looked. I felt the one-eyed monster staring at me as if it had a personality of its own.

I felt Raza's hand on the back of my head. He pried away the clip holding my hair together in the back and it formed a thick veil covering my face and his crotch. He applied gentle pressure to the back of my head. I opened my mouth wide and with open eyes, watched the bulbous head invade my mouth.

"Oh yeahhhhh!!!"

Raza moaned as I wrapped my lips around the shaft, pressed my tongue against it and let it slide in. It was so thick that it tested the flexibility of my lips. It was so long that it kept going in and in and yet there was a lot of it left outside.

The tip of his dick finally pressed against the back of my throat, with about 2 inches still left outside. Involuntarily, I made a gagging sound. Immediately, Raza released his grip on my head.

"Sorry, memsaab. You okay?" he asked in a concerned voice.

I just raised my right hand and made a thumbs up sign. And I felt his body relax. I moved my head back and then lowered it again, this time having an easier time handling the thick piece of meat in my mouth. I relaxed the back of my throat to let the dick slip in even further.

"Oh fuck!!!" I heard Raza say in a low voice as the delights from my mouth pleasured his dick.

His right arm, which was resting on the backrest, dropped down and I felt his hand on my ass. Slowly his fingers started pulling my skirt up. My ass felt exposed as the skirt went all the way up. Soon his fingers expertly slid my panties to the side and started playing with my cunt. I moaned in pleasure and increased the suction pressure on his dick, which in turn made him moan in pleasure.

His left hand now tugged at my t-shirt. I moved my right hand off the base of his shaft and helped him pull my t-shirt up. My bra has been unfastened for a long time now. With my t-shirt raised, my big boobs gently thumped against his thigh. His left hand started playing with them as his right hand was furiously fingering my cunt.

"Oh memsaab, you are unbelievable!!!" Raza delightfully yelled as I started sucking his dick faster. With my left hand, I was massaging his balls. My right hand meanwhile went up and started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon my fingers were playing with his rock hard pecs.

"God, they were right! You are an amazing cock-sucker."

Raza meant it as a compliment. But it bugged me. I took his dick out of my mouth, raised my head, and moved my hair aside to look into his surprised eyes.

"Idiot, don't talk about them." I said in an annoyed voice.

He smiled.

"You're right, sorry." he said and with his eyes pointed to his dick, which was now wet with my spit.

I shook my head a little as if to admonish him and went back to sucking his dick.

And there I was - a qualified accomplished high class housewife, curled up on the front seat of a rickety ambassador in the rural countryside, sucking the dick of my husband's driver. As my mind made a mental note of the situation, I felt ashamed but also oddly titillated. I felt a strange stirring in my loins. And not just because Raza was skillfully fingering me closer and closer to an orgasm. Inside me, it felt like a beast was awakening. Something I always knew was there but had never really acknowledged. As I sucked this poor man's dick, my mind finally made the transition from bored and oppressed to liberated.

Things proceeded like that for a long time. Close to twenty minutes. I was curled up on the seat, practically naked, as my shirt and bra were rolled up under my armpit and my tits thumped against Raza's thighs every time I moved my head. My skirt was rolled up around my waist and the back of my panties had been pushed to the side exposing most of my ass. And the driver now had two fingers buried inside my cunt as his thumb stimulated my clit. Soon I had the first orgasm and then the second.

Raza seemed delightfully amused when I shuddered and moaned through the orgasms brought about by his fingering. He seemed to derive satisfaction from how easily he had made his boss's wife cum. His boss's wife meanwhile was trying all sorts of variations as she sucked his dick. I had never seen a more unresponsive penis before. I had been sucking it for what seemed like forever, had even orgasmed myself twice, but the big monster just stayed super hard and stiff.

Finally I took my head off his crotch again and stared at him. He smiled as I moved my aching jaw around.

"Hurts?" he asked tenderly, stroking my hair.

"Yeah." I said. "You almost there?"

That question seemed to embarrass the poor guy. He blushed and said,

"Sorry, not really."

Wow, I thought to myself as I gripped the base of his shaft. I wagged my jaws around a little bit more. I straightened a little and looked around outside the car. The traffic on the road 50 feet away was thin. The sun was shining bright. And here I was, nearly naked, between my husband's driver's thighs.

"You can use your hands if your mouth is tired, memsaab." Raza nicely said.

I felt a surge of warmth for the young man when I heard that. All those other men who had forced me to do thing, had been such nasty assholes. Especially Bajwa, who acted all decent and pious, but when he saw me at the mercy of two thugs, joined in an penetrate me. And here was Raza. he had me at his mercy. And yet he was being nice. I looked at his handsome angular face. And made a split second decision.

"I have a better idea." I said, sitting up.

Raza seemed confused when I pushed his hand away from my crotch. He seemed even more confused when I stood on the seat on my knees and pulled my panties down and took them off. The rolled up t-shirt and bra were starting to feel very uneasy so I pulled them off my head and threw them in the back seat making my tits sway sideways as Raza stared. It's only when I moved closer to him and put my left knee behind his right thigh that the realization dawned on him.

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, you withholding idiot." I said.

"What does withholding mean...ummmmm..." Raza groaned as I slid my hips forward, grabbed his dick with my right hand and lowered myself onto it.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As I impaled myself on Raza's thick long dick, I was amused by the look of pleasant shock on his face. His eyes were wide and he had a disbelieving grin as his boss's high class wife voluntarily mounted him in a rickety old ambassador car.


"Ungggggg!!!" I groaned as the thick shaft made its way through my insides. I couldn't help but think of Bajwa in that moment. His dick had been shorter but thicker. It had seemed a lot more intrusive. But, I shamefully noted, it had also felt more satisfying. Maybe, I wondered later, because Bajwa was forcing me in a helpless situation and Raza had been suddenly acting like a gentleman?

I tried to push aside the comparisons and lowered my hips slowly. The journey seemed to keep going on and on before my bare ass finally touched down on his thighs.

"Wow memsaab, you took it all in!!!" Raza said placing his hand on my ass under my skirt which was the only piece on clothing left on me, rolled around my waist.

"Yeah." I breathlessly said.

"Even Nazia can't take it all in."

I paused for a second, my knees resting next to his waist and feeling his balls push against my butt. I looked into his eyes.

"Nazia?"

"My wife."

"You're married???" I don't know why I was surprised. Sarita next door had a two year old at 20. Raza looked at least a couple of years older than her.

"Yes." suddenly Raza seemed ashamed as he realized that he was cheating on his wife. And I realized that for the first time, I was willingly cheating on my husband. The previous occasions, I had been at least partly forced. This time, the guy had given me the option to just drive on home. Instead I had first sucked his dick for a long time and then willingly climbed on top of him.

There was an awkward silence as we both battled our consciences. Eventually Raza pushed things along by thrusting his hips upwards, driving his big dong even deeper inside.

"Hooohhh!!" I said, and started riding him in deep slow strokes.

Raza put one hand on my tits and with the other, pulled me into a kiss. It was a tender but intense kiss. This guy was the whole package. Good body, charming personality, big dick, lasted long, and also kissed well. As we kissed and I rode him, my ass slapping against his thighs, I started wondering if there might be some sort of a future for us. Not as a couple, of course, but just as sexual partners.

Raza finally broke the kiss and we both stared at each other breathless. The stud then smiled and gently bit my neck, sending waves of pleasure surging through my body. My hips switched from an up and down motion to a circular grinding motion. He seemed to like it, because he moaned happily.

"Mash,.'!!!" he said and then bent his face down to suck my heaving tits.

My hands went inside his shirt and resumed an examination of his taut muscular and hairy chest. When he took a break from sucking my nipples, I bent forward and sucked his, relishing the salty sweaty taste of the hair around them.

Raza grabbed my hips and started bouncing me on top of him as he thrust upwards. That made the pleasure multiply and I started groaning hard. I leaned forward and dug my nails in his back. The motion made my nipples brush hard against his. I was riding him and he was pounding me so hard that the rickety ambassador started shaking, its rusty joints making an odd noise.

"Ohhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!" I said as I felt an orgasm approach when his thick dick rubbed against my g-spot.

"You okay?" Raza asked in a concerned voice.

"Yessss...just keep doing that!!! OHHHHH YEAHHHHH!!!!"

I could see the shocked look on Raza's face as a tumultuous orgasm swept over me. Looking at him, I guessed Nazia didn't really have vaginal orgasms. He seemed so taken aback. But trooper that he was, he kept thrusting upwards and sustained the very pleasant friction that had brought me off.

As I stopped shaking and rested on top of him, I realized that this young buck was still pounding me hard, with no sight of an orgasm of his own.

"Jesus, Raza!!!" I breathlessly asked between strokes. "How long can you go?"

He only chuckled and put a second hand on my ass. I was feeling a little tired by now, but he showed no signs of stopping. So I rode him as fast as I could. His fingers were tracing circles all over my ass and then finally he inserted one finger in my ass crack. In inhaled when the finger then moved to my anus.

"What....are....you....doing?" I asked curiously.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

I didn't say anything. Vinay and a couple of my ex-boyfriends liked to penetrate my asshole with their finger during sex. But it had been a while. Raza tok my silence to mean consent and I felt his thick finger push hard against my sphincter.

"Nnngggg!!!" I winced.

"Sorry." he said but didn't take it out. He noticed that I kept riding him.

And the riding continued, my thighs starting to ache, with his finger in my asshole. It went on for five more minutes. The car was filled with sounds of the chassis creaking, our skins slapping, and our grunts. Suddenly, a new sound filled the car.

TINGTINGTININITINGTINGTININI

It was my phone. And I recognized the ringtone that I had assigned to Vinay.

"Shit!" I slid off Raza's cock and turned around. The phone was in the driver side door. I crawled towards it and reached for it. The motion made my skirt slip back down a little. I looked back at Raza who put his finger on his lips suggesting he would be quiet. I let the phone ring a couple more seconds while I composed myself.

"Hi honey." I finally answered, cringing at the though that I was almost naked and being fucked by a driver while my loving husband called.

"Hi Sheetal. How is it going? How far are you?"

I was on my hands and knees on the seat, giving Raza a great view of my pussy and ass. Randomly feeling conscious, I pulled my skirt down, but stayed on all fours.

"We are....about an hour away." I said and Raza nodded.

"Still?"

"Yes, we hit some traffic." I said.

"Are you okay? Sounds like you are breathing really hard." Vinay asked.

"Just allergies." I felt guilty lying so blatantly, but also inhaled deep to normalize my breathing.

Raza though, was getting really enticed by the sight of me bent over like that. Plus he also sensed some accomplishment in banging his boss's wife while she talked to him on the phone. Because I sensed him get on his knees behind me. In one swift motion, he pulled up my skirt. And I bit my lip hard to not cry out as he penetrated me from behind.

I looked back at him upset but he had a smile on his face.

"Hmmm, ok." Vinay said. "Is Raza driving?

"Yes, he is driving." it took all of my self-control to sound normal as I said this.

He was driving his shaft deep inside my cunt as I stayed on all fours. And for good effect, he had pushed a finger in my ass again.

"Put it on speaker. I need to tell him something." Vinay said.

Shit. On a speakerphone setting, Vinay might hear our skin slapping.

"Okay, I am putting you on speaker now." I loudly said.

Luckily, Raza was smart enough to respond accordingly. He stopped fucking me. But he kept his dick buried inside me. I held the phone up with my hand. Raza took it.

"Yes, saab?" I was amazed at how normal he was able to sound.

"Hello Raza. Once you drop Sheetal off at home, I need you to go to Sahu Industrial Area to pick up some documents."

"Okay saab." he said, driving his finger deeper inside my ass. He also delivered a small quiet stroke in my cunt. I stayed on all fours staring at the car door, wondering how such a depraved situation had arisen in my life.

"I will sms you the exact address. Go there as soon as you drop her off." Vinay said.

"Will do, saab."

"Okay, I am hanging up now. Bye Sheetal. Love you."

"Love you too." I said, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. I was telling my husband I loved him as I was being fucked outdoors doggy style by his driver.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Raza disconnected the phone and threw it on the seat. He then use that free hand to gently spank my ass which jiggled.


"Was that really necessary?" I asked as he started humping me.

"What?"

"Penetrating me while I spoke to my husband?"

Raza just shrugged and said,

"Seemed like fun. Didn't you think it was fun?"

I didn't know what to say. I had to admit that it had a certain taboo appeal that stoke my wild side. I looked back at Raza. In my sight, I could see the two round semi circles of my ass rising over my waist even with the skirt in the way. Jesus, I must look so trashy right now, I thought.

"Whatever. Just finish already."

For the next ten minutes or so, Raza pounded me hard doggy style. His fingers went deeper in my ass, his dick touched many different parts of my insides, and my boobs started aching from all the swaying. Raza happily spanked me the whole time, although not too hard. I held on to the steering wheel for support when his pistoning got too much. I had another orgasm in the middle of that wild fucking. And then finally, I felt my insides being flooded with a warm sticky stream. Relieved, I slumped down on the seat on my shoulders. I felt Raza's chest hit my back as he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there like that breathing heavily for a minute or so.

THWACKTHWACKTHWACK

I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard what sounded like a stick being banged on the window. Raza straightened first. Then I stretched my back up to look at what the made the noise.

"Hello, Romeo Juliet!" a chubby face with a khakhi hat on top said, "Is this a car or your private hotel room?"

"Sorry sir." Raza said immediately pulling up his pants.

I was too stunned to react. What fresh hell was this? We had been so caught up in our carnal play that neither of us had realize that a security officer jeep had pulled over and caught us in the act.

The next few minutes were really embarrassing. It was easy for Raza to make himself decent. He just pulled up his pants, tucked away his dick, and buttoned up his shirt. I however, was nearly naked in full view of the inspector and his constable. I instantly pulled my skirt down, but was sure that the men had gotten a detailed look at my ass. I reached behind the seat and manage to fish out my t-shirt. But I couldn't find the bra.

Conscious of the hungry stares of the cops, I put my t-shirt on.

"COME ON, OUT! NOW!!!" the inspector chuckled and hammered the window again. I was looking around for my panties but could not find them. When the inspector rapped the window once more, I had no option but to open the door.

I got out, dressed in just my skirt and my t-shirt. The two cops stared at me unabashedly, as my still-erect nipples poked against the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I wished the earth would open up and swallow me. This was so terrifyingly embarrassing. Being caught having sex in the outdoors with my husband's driver? How could I ever live it down?

Raza climbed out from the other side and stood next to me. The inspector put his baton away and stared at us. I saw his gaze shift from my boobs to between my legs. There was a steady stream of Raza's jizz leaking down. I couldn't do anything but just stare at the ground.

"So what's going on here?" the inspector asked in a stern voice.

"Very obvious, sir." his constable asked and started cackling.

"Sorry, sir." Raza said and nudged me.

"Sorry." I said, still staring at the ground.

"So let me see." the inspector said, pacing around. "You are obviously a driver. That's what your uniform says. And you, dear lady...."

He walked behind me, and with his fingers raised the back of my skirt. I didn't move as he got a good look at my ass which had Raza's palm prints on them because of the spanking. The inspector chuckled and let the skirt drop. I wished I were dead.

"You look like a high class educated female. Looks like you are either some high class prostitute.....or just a desperate housewife having an affair with her driver."

I had no idea how to respond. The two men were undressing me with their eyes, not that my underwear-less garb needed much imagination.

"Sir, if I may?" Raza finally spoke.

"Yes, driver saab?" the inspector derisively said.

"Can I speak to you in private, sir?" Raza politely said.

"About what?" the inspector said arrogantly, staring at my tits.

"About Shakoor Haji bhaijaan."

That name suddenly made the inspector pause.

"What about him?"

"Just one minute sir. In private." Raza said.

"Okay."

The inspector and Raza walked away and started talking. The constable meanwhile was still standing a few feet away staring at my boobs. I gave him a withering look. It did not go over well.

"Who do you think you're glaring at?" the constable stepped close to me and asked. "Fucking whore!"

"I am not a whore." I finally found my voice.

"Really?" the constable reached over and started raising my t-shirt. I resisted, looking at Raza. But he was dialing a number on his phone and handing it over to the inspector.

"Don't obstruct my investigations!" the constable said angrily. "I am checking to see if you have drugs hidden there."

I would have laughed at that flimsy excuse if I weren't so petrified. But I had no choice but to drop my hands to my side. The constable raised my t-shirt and stared at my bare tits. This low-paid git who would not have even dreamed of talking to someone like me was asserting his power to examine my naked boobs. He sighed happily.

"Okay, now I have to frisk you." he said, barely concealing his glee. "Put your hands on the car and bend over."

"Seriously?" I asked in a plaintive voice.

"Don't make me ask you again."

I looked over at the other two men. The inspector was talking on the phone. Raza was facing away from me. It didn't look like I had much of a choice. Plus being bossed around like this again seemed to have tickled that submissive instinct inside me.

"Okay." I said and turned around.

My tits hung loose as I put my palms on the car and bent over. I felt the constable's hands flip my skirt up. He stood there for a couple of seconds, admiring my round flawless ass.

And then I heard that dreadful noise. Of a zipper being lowered. Not again, I winced.

But then I heard the sound again. This time the zipper was being pulled up.

"Okay okay." I heard the inspector's voice say. I straightened.

The constable had moved away pretending like he had never talked to me. The inspector walked towards us talking on the phone, a smiling Raza behind him.

"Yes, sir. Okay sir." the inspector said and handed the phone back to Raza.

He then turned to me and in a very courteous voice said,

"You can go, madam. Sorry for the trouble."

I was so confused. Raza got in the driver's side, saying he would drive. I mutely sat on the passenger side. The cops drove away urgently, the constable casting one last wistful glance at me before it.

"Here are your panties." Raza said and I slipped them on.

"What the hell was that?" I said, as I stood on the seat on my knees looking for my bra in the back seat.

"That, memsaab, was the power of Shakoor Haji."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A few minutes later, I was fully dressed, seated in the back seat like a memsaab is supposed to, trying to process everything that had happened in the last couple of hours. Raza was calmly driving the car, looking as serene as if nothing had happened. But there was a cyclone of thoughts and concerns in my head.


"How the hell did you get the cops to just let us go?"

Despite everything that had preceded it, that was the question foremost in my mind. In these matters, be it Bombay or the cow belt, I would not have expected a different outcome. Raza and I were naked in public, in the middle of the day, fucking like bunnies when cops had caught us right in the act. Indian cops hassle you even if you have done nothing wrong. In this case, we were caught red-handed, or in my case, red-assed. I had been so terrified of the possibilities.

The behavior of the inspector and then the constable towards me had also been something I expected. They had at their mercy a pretty high class woman who would do anything to avoid scandal. I was literally theirs for the taking. When the constable had made me bend over and I had heard him unzip his pants, I was sure I would get fucked by him. But instead, the whole episode had just ended. A bit anti-climactically.

"I told you." Raza said and shrugged as he kept driving.

"So you just got Shakoor Haji on the phone and he spoke to the inspector and that's it?"

"Haha, it wasn't even Shakoorbhai. Just his assistant. One word from him and we were golden."

"Wow."

Until that thing had happened, I had considered all of Raza's boasts about solving my problems as just that - boasts. Now I started thinking that there might be something to his influence after all. Sure, he was just a driver. But he seemed connected enough to make two cops walk away from a pretty busty woman being humped in the outdoors.

"You were fantastic, by the way." Raza looked in the rearview mirror and said.

"Thanks." I blushed. "You were great too."

After that, we were both silent. The awkward silence of two eople who don't know each other too well but have been so intimate. A couple of hours ago, I had been bothered by this man staring at my clothed chest. And since then, I had gone on all fours before him and gotten fucked hard, even letting him finger my asshole.

Finally we reached our neighborhood. As we approached the tea stall on the street corner, Raza slowed down.

"These are the guys, right?" he asked.

"Yes." I said, a little worried. "But let it be for now, Raza."

"Don't worry, memsaab."

He brought the car to a stop on the opposite side of the road from the tea stall. There were almost a dozen nukkad guys lounging around there. A couple of them caught my eye, including the ones who had fucked me with Bajwa. I looked away.

"Salamalekum, friends." was the last thing I heard Raza say before he walked out of an earshot.

The men seemed a little surprised by Raza's presence. he walked straight up to them and started talking, pointing in my direction a couple of times. The nukkad guys didn't seem too pleased by whatever he had to say. They looked in my direction too and a lot of gestures were made at each other. One of the guys seemed to have gotten upset and tried to charge at Raza, but his friends held him back. Raza smiled and kept talking. There were further discussions.

After five minutes or so Raza turned around and started walking back to the car. The thugs stood in a crowd staring at his back and towards me, not looking pleased at all.

"That's taken care of." Raza said shutting the door as he got in.

"What did you say to them?"

"Don't worry about that, memsaab. I guarantee you that they or their sleazy friends will never bother you again. And if they do, take my number. Just call me and I will handle it."

Raza was almost bursting with pride. He dropped me home, carried the suitcase in, and then drove off. I sat on the couch trying to figure out if I should be relieved or terrified.

Raza's words proved to be true. A couple of days later when I walked past the tea stall, the nukkad guys all just looked away. A couple of them glanced at me hungrily, but didn't say anything. No more jeers, taunts, and propositions.

I noticed this change even at the grocery store. The shopkeeper and his assistants used to ogle me shamelessly. Now they were being very polite, and keeping their gaze fixed to the floor. This pattern repeated itself almost everywhere I went in the town.

A few weeks passed by and I started getting used to this new equilibrium where I wasn't being treated like the town harlot anymore. Obviously, I had paid a price for it. Welcoming Raza into my bed.....figuratively speaking. He stayed courteous and polite in his behavior and virile and aggressive in his fucking. We met about once a week in carefully planned circumstances.

Raza knew the days when Vinay was insanely busy. He would send me an sms to meet him near the mall. Then we would drive to some remote location in the countryside and fuck like bunnies in the car. Every encounter was very satisfying as Raza banged in almost every position possible. I was almost getting addicted to his big thick dong. I had pretty much become my husband's driver's mistress. But I didn't mind. Because it kept the other wolves at bay.

Life had become pretty much routine. The tension had gone away. Now I even stopped thinking about the nukkad guys when I walked past them. Which is why one day, I was surprised when one of the guys who had been in the mandi with me suddenly came up to me.

"Be careful, memsaab." he whispered.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"I know you think you are some Jhansi ki Rani and we are some vile villains. But you have no idea what kind of a mess you are getting yourself into."

"What are you talking about?"

"You heard me. Just be very careful."

With that dire warning, he walked away. I tried to shrug off what he had said. But a part of me could not help but wonder if there was some truth to his warnings.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Almost six months passed. Just as I was getting used to what seemed like a relatively normal life, Raza dropped a bombshell one day after we had finished our weekly romp in the countryside.


"Dubai? What do you mean Dubai?"

"You know....Dubai....Arab Emirates....Burj Khalifa and all that?" Raza said trying to sound flippant.

"For how long?"

"The contract is for 2 years. If things work out, Nazia and I might end up settling down there."

"Oh....that's nice." I said, feeling a little disappointed.

"You know better than me that there is no future here, memsaab." Even after all these times he had banged me, he still wouldn't call me by my name. Maybe that was my appeal to him - that I was the unattainable memsaab that he had bagged.

"I know." I shrugged. "It just won't be the same with you around."

Raza looked at me and smiled. It's like he could read my mind.

"Are you worried things will go back to the way they used to be?"

"Maybe."

"Don't worry. They won't. I'll spread the word that you are not to be bothered. Even with me not here, the word of Shakoorbhai carries weight in this town. If you ever need help, just contact him and mention my name."

And just like that, as unexpectedly and rapidly Raza had come into my life and turned it upside down, he left.

After Raza left, the inertial effect of his influence continued for a few days. I still was largely left alone by men in the town. Oddly enough though, with Raza not there to satisfy my carnal needs and my husband still immersed in work, I actually started missing the attention. I started masturbating a lot more frequently, often 7-8 times a day as I thought, not about Raza, but all those times I had been dominated and humiliated.

I guess eventually word go around that Raza had left town for good. Because once as I was walking back from the grocery store and passed the tea stall, I heard a whistle. Such an unfamiliar sound! I turned around, a little surprised and also pleased.

"Felling lonely, memsaab?" one of the guys said.

I half-smiled and started walking towards home. I wondered if they might follow me. I wondered if I wanted them to follow me. But they didn't. Even though that small comment was inconsequential, it signaled a shift in the scene. I knew that there general buzz around the scene would be that it's open season on Sheetal again.

Raza had promised me that the "word of Shakoorbhai" would somehow protect me. But I had never even met the guy. So my faith in his abilities was really more of faith than anything else. As far as I knew, Raza had been the only factor keeping the wolves at bay. And now that he was in faraway Dubai, it was just a matter of time before one of them starting circling me.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

I could just feel it in my gut that sooner or later, the nukkad guys would make their move. And truth be told, I was not entirely averse to it. Every time I walked past them, I got a funny feeling in my tummy. or a little below my tummy. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this wasn't just because Raza was gone. There was something more to it than that. Raza, after out very initial dalliance, had been very respectful and nice. Which was good for my self-esteem. But was frustrating the submissive side that had been unleashed. A part of me....a growing part of me.....was pining for humiliation. And I knew it was coming soon.


One morning, I was serving Vinay an omelet before he was about to go to work when suddenly the usual calm of our neighborhood was disturbed by a bunch of loud noises. It sounded like a couple of trucks, some men shouting and a lot of hard metallic thuds and other sound.

Vinay, surprised walked up and went to the door. I followed him outside. Sarita, her husband, and father-in-law were also in their yard. There were two trucks and a bunch of men unloading equipment.

"What's going on?" Vinay asked, amidst the din.

"We have to repair the road, saab." a paunchy middle-aged man in a hard hate walked away from the group and said.

"What's wrong with the road?" Vinay asked.

The man, before answering cast a glance in my direction. His lips seemed to twitch a little, as if suppressing a knowing smile. His eyes quickly glanced at my t-shirt covered boobs before focusing back on Vinay.

"Nothing wrong, per se saab. But one of Shakoorbhai's election promises was to resurface all old roads. He takes infrastructure very seriously."*

I wondered if the explanation was really correct or if he had just dropped the local leader's name as a veiled threat that he shouldn't be messed with.*

"How long will it take?" Vinay asked, annoyed.

"A week or two." the main said. "My name is Jamal by the way. I am the supervisor of this project. We will try to keep it as quiet as possible."

"Okay." Vinay said and turned back.

As I followed my husband in, I scanned the group of 4 workers with Jamal to see if there were any familiar faces. There weren't. None of the nukkad guys were among them, naturally, as this seemed to be a contract awarded by Shakoor Haji. I didn't remember seeing these men around town. In fact they looked different, almost a little foreign. They were all lithe, toned, and really dark skinned, looking every bit like men who do manual labor in the hot sun.

Vinay bitched a little about how corrupt the political system was and how this contract probably was awarded for a perfectly fine road just to fill pockets of everyone involved. As I nodded, I couldn't help but wonder if the choice of the road had something to do with me. And if sooner or later, it would affect me. I remembered the last time a group of working class men had been in my vicinity and how that had ended. Although part of me was a little nervous at the prospect of something like that repeating, a part of me was a little excited too.

Over the next couple of days, as the men worked on the road, I found myself grabbing every excuse to check them out. Although Jamal was a paunchy old guy with a forgettable face, the men working under him all had lean toned bodies hardened by years of physical labor. They all wore baniyaan vests and knee length lungis, so I got a good glimpse at their sweat-covered shoulders, arms, and legs. They did get my motor whirring as I watched them, sometimes from the kitchen window which faced the road, and sometimes just wandering around the verandah pretending to talk on the phone.

I noticed that the men checked me out too when I was around, but not very blatantly. They were poor daily wage workers and probably didn't want to risk their livelihood by appearing to be too fresh with a high class memsaab. Plus I had overheard them talking to each other in Bengali, so they were probably illegal immigrants from Bangladesh wary of doing anything that would bring them to the attention of the law.*

Jamal on the other hand, was a different story. If he was around when i walked out, he would leer at me like I was a piece of meat. I felt very uncomfortable at his leching. So if he was nearby, I avoided going out. I knew that Raza had assured me of continued protection from any lewd advances, but the way Jamal stared at me, I didn't know how long it would last.

The third afternoon, I was standing by the kitchen window chopping vegetables and taking in the eye candy that was the laborers. They were working on breaking some big stones into gravel just outside our compound wall. They saw me staring and occasionally looked in my direction too, without being too blatant. I was wearing a nice button down top with a couple of buttons open, so a little bit of my cleavage was visible. Underneath, I was wearing knee length shorts, because it was a hot day. Earlier I had taken a short stroll in the verandah and felt a little flutter in my stomach as the men checked out my creamy shaved legs. I was wondering if I should go out and give them another look.

That's when the door bell rang. I went out to get it.

"Hello, memsaab." Jamal's tobacco stained teeth flashed a smile at me.

"Hello." I said, uncertainly holding the door.

"It's a really hot day. Can I get a glass of water please?" he said in an excessively polite voice.

"Sure."

He was just asking for water. No big deal. There was no reason to be rude to him. I started walking to the kitchen to get him water. I expected him to wait at the door as per common etiquette, so was surprised when he started following me in. My heartbeat quickened when he closed the door behind him. Should I throw a fit and ask him to wait where he was? Should I ask him to leave? However, I just quietly walked to the kitchen and let him come with me.

"Cold or normal?" I asked, standing by the fridge.

"Cold please." the man said and strolled to the window.

He cast a glance at the men working outside. They looked at him. He waved at them, they waved back.

"Enjoying the view?" Jamal asked in a sarcastic voice as I handed him the glass of water.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"The past couple of days, I have noticed how you keep staring at my men. The young wife next door stays indoors like a decent woman when strange men are outside. But you are different, aren't you?"

"What are you saying?" I said trying to sound upset.

"Missing Raza, are you?"

"Who is Raza?" I shot back.

Jamal started laughing very hard. He put the empty glass down and put his hand on my shoulder. I shivered at his clumsy touch.*

"Don't play dumb with me, memsaab. I know everything. What you and Raza were up to. And what you have been doing around town. And the way you are always looking at those Bangali workers."

"Take your hand off me." I said, feeling revolted by the man. I knew I didn't really have much of a choice fighting his advances but I was going to try.

I was surprised when Jamal actually took his hand off my shoulder, walked away, and sat at the dining table.

"You know, this is not Mumbai or Delhi. This is a small town. Everyone knows everyone and everyone knows everything."

"Yeah, so?"

"So have you wondered why no one has told your husband yet?"

I actually did wonder about that very often.*

"Because," he continued, "we are decent folks. We don't want to ruin anyone's lives."

I felt like I had heard all this before.*

"That's very noble." I said sarcastically, and went back to chopping vegetables.*

"It is. But just because we are nice men, doesn't mean you get to discriminate."

"Discriminate?"

"Yes, you can't pick and choose only young handsome men like Raza or those young Bangalis outside you are trying to seduce."

"I am not trying to seduce them!" I protested.

"Shut up!" he suddenly raised his voice and banged the table. That startled me. "If a woman is decent and faithful, no man will ever try anything with her. But we all know you are a slut. Instead of taking care of people who keep your secret, you are showing attitude? How would you like it if I told your husband everything today? Maybe even show him what I have on my phone that everyone in town except him has seen?"

There came the threat. I had been expecting it since he sat down and made himself comfortable.

"Please don't do that." I begged.

The change in my tone seemed to please him.*

"Then be a good girl and come here!" he said sharply.

For a moment, I was tempted to take the knife and stab him. But I put it down and meekly walked to him.*

"Sit." he said, slapping his left thigh.

Cringing, I rested my posterior on his fat thigh, like a little girl sitting on Santa's lap. Immediately, his hand went around my waist.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jamal's hand grabbed my waist and slipped under my top, feeling the taut skin of my back. I could not believe how even this ugly fat slob's touch was making me shiver. He sensed my response and smiled. His other hand went to my head and he pulled my face close to his. I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead he started licking my tender cheek with his thick raspy tongue. He then lowered his lips and bit my exposed neck.


"Ouch!" I said.

"Don't worry, memsaab. I won't leave a mark. Your husband will be just as clueless as he is as long as you play nice."

Under my thigh, I could feel an erection developing in his pants. I Looked out the window. Where we were sitting, we were only partially visible to the men outside who were about 50 feet away. But if they had looked at us, they would have probably figured out that I was sitting on their boss's lap.

Jamal saw me look at the window and smiled. It was an evil kind of smile. Gently, he patted my ass over the shorts signaling me to get up. He then pushed me towards the window. Turning me sideways, he started unbuttoning my top. The men had noticed the movement in the window and were craning their necks looking at us.*

"Can we please move to another room?" I asked, feeling terrified that someone else might get to see me being undressed.

"No." is all he said.

I moved to face him, so at least my open top would not be visible to anyone outside. Thankfully, Jamal did not turn me around. At least not then.

"Those are some nice tits!!" he said, inserting his fingers inside my bra cup and pulling them out. He lowered his face and started licking my boobs and my nipples like a dog.

I kept looking back at the men. They had stopped their work and were now just staring with their mouths open. That made me feel funny in my loins. It reminded me of when Raza and I had been caught in the act by the cops. And also how Bajwa had walked in on me when that nukkad guy had me in a similar state. The quickening of my pulse made me realize that being exhibited was turning me on. And I realized that even Jamal was getting excited by it.

With his mouth still attached to my tits, he slipped his hand inside my shorts in the back. The men could now probably see that their boss was fondling my bare ass with no real resistance from me. What must they be thinking, I wondered. Did they realize that I was being forced into this? Did it turn them on?

"Turn around." Jamal said, wiping the spit from his face.

"Please, don't." I begged.

"Here." he moved the open sides of my top over my tits to cover them partially, as if he was doing me a huge favor. "Now turn around."

I sighed and faced the window. The men had now moved closer and were standing just beyond our compound wall. They couldn't see my boobs, but I am sure they could make out the white skin of my chest between the two sides of my blue top. They knew I was partially undressed. I made eye contact with them, trying to appear as calm as possible. And then they must have seen me open my mouth and inhale sharply as I felt Jamal's fingers dig into the waistband of my shorts.

"Please, anyone could walk by and see me." I said as I felt the shorts and panties being gradually lowered to around my knees.

"Gorgeous ass." he said, ignoring my pleas.*

I then felt pressure on my back pushing me forward. I moved the chopping board to the side, staring at the knife and again feeling tempted to use it. I put my elbows on the granite counter and bent forward. My boobs pushed against the open shirt, but thankfully stayed hidden. The other minor consolation from being bent like this was that only my face and part of my neck was visible to those men. The rest of it was hidden by the window sill.

The men still knew though that I was a young housewife from a good family bent over in my own kitchen. Did they guess that I was now naked from the waist down? Did they sense it when Jamal unzipped his pants and fished out his dick? Did they see the expression on my face intensify when I felt the thick sticky head of his dick being rubbed on my ass cheeks?

"I don't know how safe it is fucking you bareback. Who knows how many men you have allowed to stick their filthy dicks inside you." Jamal said.

I moaned and closed my eyes as I felt his fingers run down my ass crack and reach my pussy.

"Wet already?" he sounded a little surprised. "Doesn't your husband fuck you enough that you are so wet all the time?"

"Sometimes." I don't know why I was responding to his taunting questions.

"What would he do if he found out?"

"Divorce me."

"Do you want to be divorced?"

"No."

"Why not? Once you're divorced you could fuck as many men as you want without hiding it."

He slipped two fingers inside my wet cunt and started gradually finger-fucking me. There was a ring in one of those fingers and as it rubbed the insides of my cunt, I started feeling even more desperate for a fuck. I opened my eyes. The men were still staring intently, although only my face was visible. From my wide open mouth though, they probably thought I was already being fucked. Suddenly, I noticed a group of neighborhood women approaching from the end of the street.

"Please let me close the window." I said.

Jamal noticed the women too.

"Hmmm, ok." he said.

He only wanted to show me off to his men, not the whole world, thankfully.

As I reached over with my hands and grabbed the window handle, my tits swung forward and pushed out of the shirt. The laborers probably got a brief glimpse of my nipples before the window was shut.

I felt a little relieved. But before I could relish that relief, I felt Jamal's penis pushing at my cunt. Truth be told, I really wanted it inside me. I had not been properly fucked in a long time.*

"Ahhhhh!!!!" I said as the dick slipped it. It was circumcised and was average sized. His hips pushed against my ass soon and after being used to Raza's thick long dong, I almost felt half-empty.*

What Jamal lacked in size, he made up for in speed. Almost instantly, he started pounding my cunt hard, grabbing my waist. With each thrust, my pleasure grew. The pace was so rapid, my boobs slapped hard against the granite counter that I was bent over.

"Like it?" Jamal asked moving one hand to my shoulder and making me straighten a little.

"Yeahhhh." I said.

"Good. We are going to have a lot of fun, memsaab." he said and kept pounding me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jamal didn't last very long. In a couple of minutes, he grunted and gripped my shoulder hard as his thighs slapped against my ass and then stayed there as he emptied his load into my wet willing hole. He stayed bent over me with his dick inside for a little while longer, as if wishing it back into life.


"Don't worry." he said. "The next time I will last longer."

He watched me intently with a triumphant smile on his face as I turned around. He watched his juice streaking down my thighs as I stepped out of my shorts and panties. He watched with the curiosity of a student as I went to the kitchen sink and used water to clean myself down there. I then put my clothes back in order, stuffing my tits back inside my bra and buttoning up the shirt.

Jamal himself was just standing there, his dick now flaccid.

"Don't you have to get back to work?" I asked, hoping he didn't plan to just stay here the whole day.

"Yes, as soon as you clean my dick with your mouth." he demanded.

Sighing, I got on my knees and took his limp cock in my mouth. It was surrounded by a thick foliage of salt and pepper hair. I sucked the dick like a lozenge cleaning our juices off it.

"There's some stuff on my balls too."

One by one I sucked his balls as he looked into my eyes, taking delight in humiliating a high class woman. His general attitude reminded me a bit of Bajwa. There were many similarities between them. Both were about twice my age, both had paunches, and both were too ugly to stand a chance at bedding me without blackmail. So they were almost making up for their inadequacies and failures by demeaning me.

"Okay, good job." Jamal pushed my head away and tucked his dick back in.

He then walked to the window and opened it wide. The men were working again. As they saw the window open, they looked at us. Jamal flashed them a smile. Then he pulled me into an embrace and in full view of the men, licked my cheek before leaving.

The meaning of that gesture had been clear. If there had been any doubt in the men's minds that I had been banged by their boss, it was gone. These men weren't from the town. I wonder what they thought of me. Did they think I was just a nympho opening my legs for any man who came along? Would they perhaps try their luck with me?

Jamal soon joined them. I wondered if he was sharing the details of his exploits. But his expression seemed very businesslike. I think he was rebuking them for not working hard enough because both men instantly got to work like busy bees. And I went back to chopping vegetables.

My mind was trying to come to terms with the implication of what had just happened. I wasn't really bothered by the sex itself. I had been expecting, nay, wanting something like that to happen ever since Raza left town. However, I had expected it to be one of the nukkad guys who would make an entry back into my life. Somehow I felt a comfort level with them, given our history. I also liked the fact that they were all young and fit men men. Becoming Jamal's plaything didn't really appeal to me as much.

Then there was the fact that even in the brief encounter, Jamal had come across as something of a mean asshole. Although his instinct for humiliating me tickled all the right things inside me, I would much rather it have been someone nicer. So it would seem more like a roleplay that I could control, not being someone's toy. His tubby appearance and big paunch certainly didn't add to the appeal, and he wasn't very well-endowed either. The more I thought about it, the less I wanted this to become a regular thing.*

I decided that if I wasn't around, he wouldn't be able to force himself on me. Running away to Bombay again wasn't an option. Vinay wouldn't like that. But I could make myself scarce during the day to avoid any further run-ins. Maybe go to the mall or maybe even just drive around. I put the vegetables away and went to the bedroom to change into something decent. I wore a simply salwar kurta, picked up my purse and keys and stepped out of the house.

Jamal was across the street. He saw me walk towards my car that was parked outside. He started walking towards me with a frown on his face. Just as I was about to open the car door, he walked up really close. He looked around. Sarita and her mother-in-law were in their verandah, looking at me intently. I really hoped he wouldn't misbehave in front of them.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, wearing a fake smile.

"I have some things to take care of." I said, trying to open the door but he put his thick fat hand on the handle and kept it closed.

"I know what sort of things you have to take care of, memsaab." he said in a low voice.

I looked around. My neighbors were staring at us, and the working men were glancing in our direction too.

"Please, Jamal...."

"Just Jamal? I am twice your age."

"Please Jamalji." I said politely. "I really need to go."

"To fuck someone else?"

"No!" I said, annoyed.

"Then?"

"It's none of your business." I snapped back without trying to look upset.

"Listen, you tart." he said. "Don't forget who you're talking to. I am not a softie like Raza or a wimp like Bajwa or a loafer like Billa Yadav's men..."

Oh god, he seemed to know everything.*

"In my village, we parade sluts like you naked on the street. If I want, I can strip you naked right here and walk through this high class educated people's colony. And no one will lift a finger." he was still speaking in a low voice but sounding more and more threatening, confirming my suspicions about him.

"Please don't." I said, terrified that this was something more than an empty threat.

"Then march your big round ass back inside and wait for me to come visit you when I have time."

I stared at him, and then, with slumped shoulders started walking back inside. Sarita and her mother-in-law were saying something to each other, having seen the situation unfold. The men, already terrified of this thug, seemed even more cowed when they saw how easily he made a high class memsaab dance to his tune.

"Listen." he said and I stopped. "While I take care of a few things, go make tea for me and my men. And when it is ready bring it out."

"Ok." I meekly said.

My ears burning with shame, I walked back inside having lost a battle of wills with the big boor.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was furious with myself for being so naive that I thought I could just run away right in front of him. As a result, now Sarita and her mother-in-law had probably put two and two together. Sarita was quite the gossip anyway. During my peaceful affair with Raza, she often asked me loaded questions that indicated she knew what was going on. With him out of the picture, she might have assumed that things had cooled down. Jamal was just a contractor working on the road in our neighborhood. If I had laid low, she might have suspected something was going on, but that would have been just conjecture.


With this confrontation out in the open, there was no doubt in her mind that this big lug was my latest lover. And by the end of the day, everyone in the neighborhood would probably know about it, and by the end of the week everyone in the town.

I was in a surly mood as I made the tea. Just as it was ready, the doorbell rang. Obviously, it was Jamal. Sarita was standing in the verandah looking at him.

"Why is it taking so long?" he asked in a tone suggesting I was his waitress or something.

"It's almost done." I shot back.

He followed me to the kitchen where he had humped me like a bitch just a while ago. He then watched as I poured the tea out into three metal glasses for the men. I had closed the window after he had left. He walked to it and opened it.

"From now on, you are forbidden from closing any windows or curtains in your house."

I nodded.

"You like being watched anyway, right?"

"Not all the time." I said.

"Well, now you will be watched all the time. Those men are poor hard-working immigrants. If you can make their day better by being eye candy for them, what's the harm? Stop being selfish."

The gall of this man, bossing me around in my own home and calling me selfish.

"Speaking of making the day better." he came close to me.

I was still wearing the modest salwar kurta. He examined my chest. There were hooks in the front that went almost all the way to the neck. Nonchalantly, he opened a couple of hooks until a lot of my cleavage was visible.

"Go serve them tea. And remember to bend in the waist. I will be watching from here."

Holding the tea tray in my hands, and with my cleavage exposed, I walked out of the house. Nosy Sarita was still standing there and she smiled as she saw my chest. The men were sitting by the side of the road smoking bidis. As I approached, they looked almost petrified. They did not have the bravado of the oafs in the town. They were indeed meek immigrants.*

I looked back at the kitchen window. Jamal was standing there looking very smug. As per his instructions, I bent with the tray in my hand in front of the first man. The weight of my ample tits made the kurta's fabric fall forward and the guy got an eyeful of my creamy cleavage. Hanging in front of it was my mangalsutra. He stared for a couple of seconds before taking the glass. The same step was repeated with the two other men.*

I looked back at Jamal as if to ask 'satisfied'? He nodded and I straightened.*

"Khoob bhalo, khoob bhalo." one of the men said. I didn't know if he was praising the tea or my tits.

Embarrassed, I walked back inside the house. Jamal had moved to the living room by now.

"Go get my tea." he said, plonking his pudgy ass on the couch.

I went and got the cup for him. He had turned the TV on and was flipping the channels as if he owned the house. I handed him the cup, bending as I did so. He looked at my cleavage and smiled.

"What are you, an uneducated savage? No biscuits or snacks with the tea?"

Chastized, I walked back to the kitchen to fetch him something to eat. When I came out, his fly was open and his semi-erect dick was poking out.

"Good. Now get on the floor between my legs and start sucking. But take your kurta off first. Leave the mangalsutra on."

Obediently, I took off the garment, and got on my knees between his legs. Cringing, I opened my mouth and lowered it on his cock.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jamal kept flipping channels at a rapid pace leaning back on the couch as I sucked his dick. It took a little time coming to life but it eventually stood at attention. This was the first close look I had gotten at it in an erect state because the last time he had make me clean it off, it was already limp. I realized that it was actually bigger than I had first thought it to be. It wasn't huge or anything, it it was a respectable 6 inches or so. The circumcised tip had veins running along it, making it look really ugly.


"Not bad, Sheetal, not bad." Jamal nonchalantly said.*

I marveled at how hairy his thighs were, and how many tires there were in his tummy. That big potlike structure hanging above my head was anything but a turn-on. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was someone else's dick I was sucking.

"Hey, open your eyes." he gently slapped me on my cheek. "In fact look up at me while you suck my dick."

I got a little annoyed at his entitled tone. I was cooperating by sucking his dick in my own living room. He couldn't dictate every move I made. I just ignored his instruction. That did not go down well.

"You bitch, you're still not listening to me?"

I felt his hands grab my hair and pull my mouth off his cock. It sprang back and forth as it exited my cheeks.*

"I am sucking you off, aren't I?" I defiantly said.

He glared at me, as if deciding how to react to my insolence.

"Get up." he snapped his fingers.

Reluctantly I stood up, wondering if I should apologize. He looked unnecessarily upset. His hands roughly reached for the knot of my salwar and pulled at it. It was a loose one, so it dropped to my ankles. Next he dragged my panties down. I guessed he was going to fuck me, which I actually wanted. Sucking his dick given his hygiene was abhorrent, but as long as it was in my cunt, at least I would get some pleasure from it.

"Get on the couch. Facing away. Put your hands on the backrest."

He had me primed for a doggy style fucking. I tried to look displeased, but I guess the eagerness on my face was obvious.

"You want to get fucked, don't you?" he derisively asked.

"Yes." I heard myself say as I stared at the wall away from him. My bra and mangalsutra were still on.*

"Well, we'll see about that."

I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. And then there was a sliding sound of leather against fabric. I assumed he was taking his pants off. My pussy wet, I waited for the penetration.

"OWWWWWW!!!" I screamed in pain as instead, I felt the belt lash across my buttocks.

What the hell? This disgusting old man was whipping my ass like I was some sort of a slave. My ass stinging, I tried to move away, but before that, he landed. My movement meant half of it landed on my inner right thigh and my pussy. It hurt like a bitch!

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU???" I shouted, not concerned that the neighbors might hear.

"You bitch, you think you can be insolent with me?" he said, moving rapidly for such a fat guy.

I tried to run, but he was on top of me on the couch. As I struggled, he reached for a handkerchief in his pocket. The next moment, the disgusting fabric tasting and stinking of his sweat was thrust into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but it seemed like Jamal had a lot of experience when it came to gagging people. I was still struggling, but he was too strong for me. Before I knew it, he had used my salwar to tie my hands behind my back.*

Now I was naked except for my bra and my mangalsutra, bent over the couch backrest, and my round stinging ass fully accessible to his punishment. With tears in my eyes, I looked at the open living room window. We were too far inside the room, so at least the workers couldn't see how the prim proper wife they had seen in the morning was now bent over and being whipped with a belt.

"SLUT!!

"WHORE!!"

"SKANK!!"

"BITCH!!"

Tears streamed out of my eyes and started soaking the couch back as the belt kept lashing my ass. I was crying and drool was soaking the handkerchief in my mouth as he landed about a dozen lashes before stopping. Then he seemed to calm down a little.

"Had enough?" he asked, turning my head to face him.

I looked into his eyes with tears in mine and nodded.

"Will you argue with me again?"

I shook my head.

"Do you realize who is in charge here?"

I nodded.

"Hmmm."*

I thought he would untie my hands and remove the gag. But he didn't. He just turned me around so I fell on the couch facing him, my hands stuck between my back and the couch. He lifted my legs by my ankles and held them wide apart. Then he put his knees on the couch right below my ass and entered me in one swift motion. As he did, I noticed, much to my horror, that my cunt was sopping wet. The ass-whooping, far from distressing my body, had actually turned me on. So not only humiliation, but my depraved side also seemed to enjoy pain.*

"Look into my eyes." Jamal ordered and this time I obeyed.*

Putting my ankles on his shoulders, he pounded me hard. In between, he kept spitting on my face. My cunt radiated pleasure from the penetrative assault. My tender ass cheeks hurt as they rubbed against the couch fabric. His flabby stomach kept flopping over mine. And I hated when I felt a rumbling inside my loins and recognized that I was about to have an orgasm.

Jamal was true to his word and lasted almost fifteen minutes, fucking me in that uncomfortable position on the couch, without removing the gag or untying my hands. My tears and muffled grunts of sadness and pain slowly turned to those of pleasure.

"You really have no morals or limits, do you?" he spat at me.

When he finally came inside me, I had orgasmed one more time, hating that this ugly asshole had derived the satisfaction of knowing he had made me cum twice.

Jamal let me lay there, commanding me to keep my legs open, as he watched his jizz drip down my thighs and fall on the floor. He was asserting his dominance by keeping me bound and gagged longer than necessary. Finally he took the gag out. I coughed hard.

"There is one more thing you have to do." he said.

I looked at him, terrified and aroused.*

"Get down on the floor on your knees and lick the jizz that has fallen on the floor."

Obediently, I slid down to the floor, bent over and licked all the drops. It was only after he was satisfied that the floor was completely clean did he allow me to get up, and then untied my hands.*

"I have to get back to work." he said, getting dressed as I felt my sore wrists and examined my ass. It was red but going back to its pink-white shade soon. *"There are no marks. See how considerate I am? I don't want your husband to see an ass beaten black and blue so I took it easy on you."

A bitter retort almost spilled out of my mouth but I controlled myself.

"Walk me to the door." he said.

"Like this?" I asked, worried.

"No.....I don't want those poor Bangalis to die of shock." he generously said. "You can wear your kurta."

Small mercies, I thought as I covered my nakedness and walked him to the door. Before leaving, he licked me on my cheek again. What was this man's obsession with licking? As he walked out, I made eye contact with the laborers standing across the street. I couldn't imagine what went through their mind as they saw my bare shins, my dishevelled hair, and my drooling face. They knew that their boss had fucked this nympho again. I noticed that had kept the empty tea glasses outside the door. So it's posible that they actually heard me being whipped. A couple of them were fidgeting around with their lungis, so they probably had erections.

"I will see you tomorrow." Jamal said and nonchalantly walked away like he had just finished a social visit. Luckily Sarita wasn't around this time. I shut the door and cried for the next ten minutes.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.*

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Lolobionda-

Hello my friend,

your story is beautifully written and full of erotic moments.
The posturing of Jamal and his similarly 'Son of a bitch' kind, lowers the level
of this explicit story.
In addition, our heroine hasn't deserved to be used like a bunch of dirt.
Therefore I beg you to refrain in the following parts of Blackmiling's this way!
Thank you...

Lolobionda
Berlin-Germany