Adultery Madhu's Day Out by OnlineSlut

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Madhu's Day Out

  OnlineSlut

6th February 2014 

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OnlineSlut: Madhu's Day Out

This is the story of Madhu, a housewife, who discovers the pleasure and danger of voyeurism.

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She was a housewife, married for the past seven years. Now, at the age of twenty nine, she was a mother of two, a home-maker. She was confined within the walls of her husband's house, sharing the house with a nagging mother-in-law, as most average Indian families did. Her all-day working husband left her at the mercy of his mother, who treated her not more like a sophisticated maid. Her all-working husband treated her like a sophisticated maid too, one who also served as his 'free prostitute'.

'Free' because she was married to him, he could fuck her whenever he wanted to, however he wanted to. 'Prostitute' because his fucks were, well, indifferent and unattached. She would lay under him as he would pump his small penis into her, without any foreplay, without any emotions, without any love. It was as if it was a burden for him which he had to get out of his balls. Having filled her with his semen (no condoms, of course), he would snore away to oblivion as she was left hanging, having to rub herself to orgasm through tears of sorrow. Her husband's cursory fucking had made her anhedonic.

But that was the not her only problem, was it. Her mother-in-law fucked her mentally, almost as if banging her brain. From morning to night, she worked continuously. Preparing breakfast, sending the children to college, cleaning the house, cooking lunch, washing the utensils, taking care of the children's studies, making evening snacks, cooking dinner; all under the watchful and nagging eyes of her mother-in-law.

This had been the story of her life, every day for the past seven years. Well, more or less, not every day actually. Saturday was her saviour. That one day every week was what had saved her. She would have been driven to insanity had she not discovered this method to release her mental and physical frustration.

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It was Saturday. I woke up with a smile. After all today was my day.

After finishing my morning chores and sending the children off to college, I headed straight to my room, eager to get ready, my eagerness bordering on impatience. A broad grin was all I could see in the mirror as I stood before it.

Saturday was the day when I went to the market, to buy all household items required for the coming week. I could buy everything that was needed in the nearby local market, but I never did. Not since I had realized the importance of this day. I made it a point, giving one excuse or other, to go to the biggest market in the city. After all, it was my day.

I spent a lot of time and effort in preparing for the day's 'activities'. Right from a facial scrub to shaving my underarms and waxing my legs, it was a tedious process. But I did it with the same broad grin on my face every Saturday. Not that I wore revealing clothes, no. No sleeveless kurtas, no skirts, just the traditional Indian salwar kurta, but the lack of hair in my armpits and the smoothness of my legs gave a weird sense of confidence to the woman inside me.

The anticipation of the day's 'activities' made me work in a very efficient manner, making sure that I was out of my house by eleven in the morning. It gave me ample time to reach the main market by noon, a quarter of an hour away from my house by metro.

It was five minutes past eleven and I was at the metro station of my locality, waiting for the next train. In a couple of minutes I was standing inside the train coach. (It is impossible to get a seat on the metro here, even if it is not rush hour). It was not rush time so I had ample room for myself, not like office hours when it was impossible to differentiate one body from other. The rush would be in the evening, when I would be returning home; that thought made my grin even broader.

I saw my faint reflection in the glass windows of the metro coach. I was looking beautiful, more as if I was glowing with pleasure. I was wearing a pink kurta without a dupatta as women wore these days (with normal length sleeves, almost up to my elbow), and white leggings that were as tight as leggings usually are. Although the kurta was not hugging my body tightly (unlike the leggings), but still my figure could be made out underneath it. I carried a black purse, hanging on my right shoulder, which was actually large enough to be called a small bag.

I was a medium built woman, with fair complexion and shoulder length black hair, which I usually wore open, like today. My breasts were neither too big nor too small, just perfect on my body, good enough to attract their share of stares. My ass was another thing though. It was as if it had been stuffed good, bulging prominently out of my medium-built body. Today, my tight leggings were making sure that my most prized possession was jutting out on display, ready to attract stares and much more.

My name was Madhu and I was ready to enjoy my Saturday's 'activities'.

I stepped out of the metro at station serving the main market, aware of all the stares focussing on my ass, and felt a few hands brush meekly against it.

In the bustling cacophony of what was the busiest metro station in the city, I headed for the escalators at my own sweet pace. Given the huge amount of rush at this nodal station at any given time it was inevitable to bump into people accidently, more so when you were consciously trying to do the same.

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In the couple of minutes that took me to leave the station and to ascend to ground level, I had bumped into at least a dozen people, all men. Some hands had found their destination, a poke on my breasts, their momentary half-cupping, a gentle but definite nudge on my midriff, and brushes against my ass. All of them were of the smallest magnitude of time possible, in the smallest magnitude of time that was available before the act seemed too obvious. Except for the fifteen second ride on the escalator, where a man behind me whose face I didn't see, made sure that his groin was tightly pressed against my left ass cheek. Well, it would be better if I said that it was me who made sure of that.

So here I was, at the inner circle of the main market. I smiled into my watch, it was exactly noon.

I looked around to see a plethora of high-end shops, offices, showrooms of the biggest brands, leading coffee chains and eateries. But that was not my mind focussed on. It was looking at the roadside vendors, people who sold things on the roadside, either wandering around or sitting on a thin cloth with all their items on display. Even though it was the high-end market area of the capital, it was inevitably splattered with such vendors, a ubiquitous sight all over India. They formed almost a complete ring inside the inner circle of this market, sitting opposite to and facing the elite shops, almost as if daring them.

These shops were manned by men from the lower classes. Those who lived on the edge of the pompous city's outer circle made their living by selling cheap items on the inner circle of its most glorious bazaar. They were the –w,.'s, the book-w,.', the ice cream-w,.', the jewellery-w,.', the mehendi-w,.', and so on. Then they were other men, the homeless people, and the beggars, those who made their living scavenging on the rich environment. And then there were those men who just came to the bustling market to enjoy the sight and feel of the lovely high-class ladies who wandered about the place.

It was these three categories of men, present in abundance, which brought water in my mouth.

"How much is this book for?" I asked the book-w,.', pointing at a random book among the many spread out on the pavement. He was a dark fat middle-aged man who was sitting alongside his 'shop' of second-hand or stolen books.

"Fifty," he replied, eyeing me up and down, and I was sure he was imagining me naked.

"And what about that?" I pointed at another random book, now almost kneeling down on one knee to properly see the books.

He did not reply. I knew he wouldn't. Because now in my almost kneeling down position, I was bent slightly forwards, making my kurta fall away from my body. I looked up at him and saw his eyes looking down my hanging kurta, at my cleavage.

"How much?" I asked again, in a louder voice.

"That too fifty," he replied, diverting his eyes away in a jerk.

Again, I pointed at another book. But he couldn't make out which book I was asking for.

"Which one are you asking for, madam?" he asked.

"Oh God! That one, can't you see?" I said in a slightly irritated voice, bending down even more to point at a book at the far end.

"Can't you see?" I scolded him, making sure that I stayed in that bend down position.

"Yes madam I can see," he said. I looked at him. He was not looking in the direction in which I was pointing but instead right down my kurta. Now that I was bending down more than before, I was sure he could see my deep cleavage, along with the top of my milky-white breasts covered by the cusps of my striking black bra.

"What?" I asked.

"Fifty, that too fifty," he said, this time not bothering to divert his gaze away.

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At that moment it couldn't be said which of the two was more shameless, the poor low-class vendor staring at a high-class woman's cleavage, or me, the high-class woman who was exposing herself to the poor low-class vendor.

"Ok, what about that?" I said and moved directly into his line of sight, now kneeling down on both my knees, stretching myself to touch a book kept almost right at his foot.

I saw his mouth gape open as he saw my black bra clad breasts completely and at such close distance. I saw him swallowing the saliva which was overflowing in his mouth at such a lovely sight.

Realizing that he had been leering too long he looked down at the book I was touching, and I saw a weird smile form on his unshaven unwashed face.

"That one is for twenty rupees," he said grinning. I looked down at the book and was taken aback by what I saw.

The cover of the book had a photo of a semi-naked woman and was titled 'A Woman's Desire'. Shit! It was a cheap erotic novel in Hindi. I gulped at my folly and retracted back to my standing position, unsure of what to do next.

"I have more of them here," he said, "if that's the type you want." His eyes were glowing with excitement and the grin hadn't left his face.

"No, I don't," I managed to mumble.

"I have some in English also," he persisted, pointing to a stack close to him which was covered by a cloth, "come here I'll show you."

Still unsure of what to do, I stood my ground, staring at the book-w,.''s grinning face. Then I walked around to the place where he was sitting.

He got into a squatting position and uncovered the stack to which he had pointed. It was full of cheap erotic novels, all adorned by a cover featuring naked or almost naked women.

I squatted next to him and started flipping the books around, my mind blank and still unsure. I had exposed myself to so many vendors and strangers for so many Saturdays that it had become a routine, but I was not prepared for something like this to happen.

"I have to hide such books, else the security officer-w,.'s come and confiscate them," he said as my hands were still flipping through the collection.

He reached behind him and pulled out another stack, "These are really hard core," he said and smacked his lips. As I turned towards the new stack, I saw something that made me swallow the saliva that had so suddenly filled my mouth.

We were now squatting such that we were facing each other. In the process of showing me these books, the book-w,.''s lungi had pulled up to his knees. I could see right inside it as he was not wearing any underwear. I felt a lump in my throat as I saw his black thick penis jutting out from a forest of curly dark hair. It wasn't fully erect but it looked quite big to me. I was squatting so close to him that I could see the thick green veins bulging on its surface. In the handful of seconds that I looked at it, it increased in size at a rapid pace, twirling like a snake.

Then, the book-w,.' was back in his normal sitting position on the ground. I was dumb-struck. I couldn't make out whether he had intentionally pulled up his lungi or it had been pulled up due to change in posture.

"Do you like it?" he asked, pulling me out of the daze.

"Wh...what..tt?" I managed.

"Do you like the book you are holding?" he asked pointedly. I realized that in the moment of stupor I had clutched on to one of those cheap novels. Immediately, I dropped it back on the ground, got up from my squatting position and walked away from that book-w,.' as fast as I could.

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I didn't realize in which direction I was going. As I walked away, I could feel the wetness beginning to form between my legs. Unknowingly, I smiled. After so many Saturdays of exhibitionism, which had actually begun to become monotonous, I had a new experience. I was amazed at the amount of pleasure a momentary sighting of a low-class vendor's penis had given me.

I was actually thrilled, my heart thumping wildly as I looked around to zero in on my next -w,.'.

*****

I headed towards a part of the pavement where many vendors were gathered together and stood at the poster-w,.''s shop. Beginning my conversation with him, a young man (probably in his late twenties), I asked him to show me some Bollywood posters.

Kneeling down in front of the posters, I was ready for some more action when I felt someone move up next to me. A man had taken up the same kneeling down position on my right side.

"Show me that one," I heard him say as he instructed the poster-w,.'. Shit! Now I had to wait for him to leave before I could continue with my show or else involve him too. But I usually avoided educated men, preferring to exhibit myself to the –w,.'s.

OUCH!

As he withdrew his hands after examining a poster, the back of his left hand grazed forcefully against the side of my right breast. By the feel of it and the lack of any apology on his behalf, I knew for sure that it was intentional.

And before I could gather my thoughts, he did it again. As he extended his left hand to hold another poster, he made sure that it rubbed the side of my right breast. This time his motion was slower, the rubbing taking for a longer duration. Then as he examined the poster by bringing it closer, his hand stayed put against my breast.

Not expecting such a thing, I was just staring in front. The back of his left hand was firmly lodged in place, exerting a forceful push against the softness of my right breast. He moved his hand in a to and fro motion, as if he was examining the poster carefully, making my breast to move in the same manner. He was actually fondling my breast with the back of his hand!

He then returned the poster and moved to the other side, on my left. Repeating the same tactic, he now fondled my left breast with the back of his right hand as I remained frozen to the spot.

The feel of a stranger's hands on my breasts was having its effect on me. I felt myself flush with excitement. Feigning ignorance, I continued browsing through more posters, anticipating his next move.

There was an announcement on the public address system, "There is going to be a flash mob performance in the central park in five minutes."

Out of nowhere I felt a pull at my elbow, "Let us go." The man had pulled me up from my kneeling position and was taking me towards the central park.

"Wait...wh..at...ttt?" I squeaked after we had taken a couple of steps, trying to stop walking. But his firm and persistent pull made sure that I continued to stumble forwards.

He did not reply nor did he make any effort in explaining his action. Before I realized it, I was actually walking in front of him and he was pushing me. But his action was such that to anyone observing us, it would have seemed like he was my husband, and we trying to make our way through the heavy market rush.

Within a minute we were at the central garden. He was still firmly gripping my arm. I had initially grown apprehensive, what were his intentions, was he going to bang me? But we were in the middle of the busiest market of the city; there were too many people around for that sort of thing to happen. Slyly, I had let him guide me. A part of me wanted to know what he was up to, another part hoped that it better be good.

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The park was already full to its capacity, with a central clearing where the mob would perform. He guided me towards the boundary of the central park where there was a raised platform for people standing in the distance to observe the centre. There were already many people on the platform, but still he pushed me, asking me to climb.

"Wh...y?" I looked at him. It was the first clear look I had of his face. Fair but unshaven, he looked like a well off person, and my guess was that he would be in his early twenties.

"Just climb up," he snarled into my ear, pushing me towards the platform with his hand against my ass. Another young man, who was already on the platform extended his hand to help me climb. I felt the first man cup my ass cheek tightly as I was pulled and pushed onto the platform.

Before I could get my bearings I was surrounded by four men. The man who had brought me all the way was standing behind me. Then there were two men on either side and the one who had pulled me up was in front of me. They were all of the same age group and looked educated; they were not like the low-class vendors.

"What is this nonsense?" I finally managed to speak.

"What?" said the one on my right.

"Why have you brought me here?"

"To enjoy your slutiness, you bitch," snarled the one behind me, slapping my ass cheek. I was shocked. The feeling of apprehension was fast growing back on me. I looked around to see my surroundings. We were on a platform that was at the extreme edge of the park with a wall right behind us. It was completely filled with men.

"I'll shout for help, you can't do anything here in all this rush," I said with all courage I could muster.

"When you can enjoy in this rush, why can't we?" asked the one behind me. The others laughed.

"Wh..at? What do you mean?"

"I saw you at the book-w,.'," he said, "you were putting on quite a show there, weren't you bitch?"

The others were still laughing.

I mumbled for words. He continued, "Exposing yourself to low-class men, that's what turns you on, right?"

His hand poked through the gap between my right hand and my body to reach my right breast, which he cupped forcefully, this time with his palm.

"Ouch!" I groaned in pain and confusion.

"Listen bitch, we see high-class whores like you here all the time," he said, mauling my breast with a constant kneading motion. "We just want to have some fun too!"

"Here? How?" I heard myself asking, intrigued by a sense of helplessness and of being referred to as a bitch and a whore!

"You'll suck our dicks here!"

Before I could say or understand anything, I felt his hands travel to my shoulders and push me down. I was now kneeling down in between the four men. I did not know whether to shout for help, attract attention of others or just sit there. I looked up and all I could see were the four men who were completely surrounding me, blocking any view to and from outside.

My dilemma was soon solved as the guy standing in front of me turned around to face me. I was kneeling such that my eyes were at level with his groin. Then he took out his penis from within in pants in a matter of seconds but it was as if I saw it happen in slow motion. My eyes were fixated on his groin as he reached down to unzip his trousers, that sound of his zipper going down made me salivate as one would on seeing delicious food. Then with on flicking motion of his right hand, he took out his penis, which was semi-erect, forcing him to manoeuvre his hand and pelvis to get it out completely. It was black and average-sized. I could see the tips of his pubic hair jutting out from the edges of his zipper.

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So, before I could fathom my situation, a stranger's semi-erect penis was dangling in front of my face, its slightly wet precum coated tip brushing my lower lip!

"Open your mouth and start...oohhh..." the owner of the penis was saying as I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over the tip. "Yes, that's right bitch!"

I got down to work.

I ran my tongue all over his shaft, licked his balls and kissed the tip...as fast as my saliva-dripping mouth would allow. I took his penis inside my mouth, as much as I could manage, while at the same time rolling my tongue on its under surface. My hands reached over to his balls which I massaged softly. The warmth of his growing penis was giving rise to a weird feeling of warmth throughout my body, which was converging between my legs.

"This bitch sucks good!"

"Finish fast, we want her too!"

I was listening to these comments as if I was far far away, my mind concentrating only on the task at hand, or rather mouth.

I could tell that his penis had grown fully and that he was about to orgasm.

"Oh yes...oh yes...suck it good!" he said as I continued with my to and fro rhythmic motion. I felt the tip of his penis grow at the back of my mouth and his hands gripped my hair, increasing the frequency of my head's motion. Then in a moment of pure ecstasy, I felt hotness at the back of my throat. It was as if the tip of his penis had exploded inside my mouth. He ejaculated his hot semen into my mouth and held my head so tightly that I couldn't withdraw from his ejaculatory onslaught.

I gagged at the enormity of his ejaculate, almost choking as I swallowed it in its entirety, his firm persistent grip on my hair making it impossible for me to spit it out. In the process, I milked out more and more of semen from his satisfied penis. He gave one final tug at my hair as I felt his now limping penis convulse for the last time inside my mouth.

His breaths were laborious as he withdrew his saliva-coated penis from inside my semen-covered mouth.

"That's how good bitches suck a dick," he said as he slapped his penis on my cheeks a couple of times, almost as if he was patting my back in appreciation.

I looked up and saw deep sense of satisfaction etched all over his face. I am sure that as he looked down at me he could have seen slutinees etched all over mine.

But, there was no time for procrastination as the second guy, the one standing on my right, unzipped his trousers and directed my face towards his fully erect penis. Kneeling down in between these four men and surrounded by a crowd at a public park in the middle of busiest market of the city, I, a married woman and mother of two children, gave a blowjob to four strangers, sucking at their penises passionately as if my life depended on it and then swallowing their semen in entirety.

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Sometime in the course of the second blowjob, I felt that weird feeling of warmth concentrating between my legs. My vagina was secreting copious amounts of womanly juices which was now spread all over my vulval lips and my inner thighs. It was almost as if my clitoris and vulva were on fire, the feeling of pleasure causing heat to radiate from them. As if automatically my right hand reached down to between my legs, to rub my womanhood over my clothes in an attempt to seek the ultimate pleasure.

"Bitch get your hands back on my balls," I heard the voice of the man whose penis I had in my mouth. I felt one of the other guys grab my hand and remove it from over my groin, taking it to service his own penis, rubbing it on his erect penis over his trousers.

"Plea...please...let me...orgasm...too..." I pleaded in between blows to the back of my throat.

One of the guys laughed. The others sniggered.

"Look at this bitch begging for pleasure!"

"Will anyone believe that she is a married woman?"

"Ple...please!" I repeated.

"Shut up bitch! And concentrate on your work!"

I felt my both hands being grabbed and rubbed on to the trousers of two of the other guys.

"This is for our pleasure and not yours'."

"You have your husband for that, don't you?" chuckled one of them.

So, one by one I sucked on the penises of the remaining three men, devouring the moment of their ejaculation and savouring on to the last drops of their semen. In the meanwhile, the sense of pleasure between my legs kept on building, almost begging for release as I tried to rub the inside of my thighs together.

As soon as the last of the four men finished with my mouth, milking his balls out into my throat, they let go of my hands which rushed down to seek the pleasure that was caged inside me. But as soon as I had rubbed over my vulva once, I felt a jerk under my arms.

The original guy (who had brought me there and the last to receive a blowjob) had caught me under my arms and lifted me up, making me stand.

"Please let me finish!" I exhaled, my breath still caught between my legs.

"Do whatever you want once we are gone bitch!" he snarled.

I was not able to understand what he was up to. I was standing facing him (towards the wall) and the two guys standing on my side were holding my hands away from my body. Then I felt the first guy's hand (now behind me) under my kurta, on the small of my back.

"NO! Please don't..."

"Shut up! We are not doing anything."

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I felt the first guy's hand reach my bra strap under my kurta. Effortlessly he unhooked my bra and then proceeded to stretch the two shoulder straps in either direction. My mind was vehemently opposing the happenings even as my body lay paralysed in the grip of the two men on either side of me. Those two got into the act, pulling at the straps under the sleeve of my kurta, stretching it so as to get it to my hands and then pulling them through. After the straps were free of my hands, they let go of them and the recoil of their elastic made a hurtful snapping contact with my skin. My bra was now free under my kurta, unhooked from behind and made free from my hands. The original guy reached down under the front of my kurta and pulled it off me completely. Within a matter of seconds, I was braless.

The four of them sniggered as the original guy pulled out my bra from under my kurta. It was a black one which I had brought as a lingerie set on my last anniversary. He sniffed at the cups of my just removed bra and let out a sigh of pleasure.

Even though I was wearing a kurta, my hands went to my breasts, covering them as if I were naked.

"I wish we could take your panty too!" he said before embracing me and planting a rough kiss on my lips.

"Take this," he said as he released me from his grip. I thought he was returning my bra but he handed me a piece of paper.

"It's my phone number, give me a call if you want some real sex!" he whispered into my ear.

Before I could even mumble the word 'what' in its entirety, the four of them vanished into the crowd, leaving me on the platform, my hands criss-crossed in front of my breasts, my mouth gaping wide open with surprise and my vulva drenched in my womanly juices, desperate for pleasure.

Although I had seeked pleasure in this market for a long time by means of exhibitionism, rubbing and groping, it had all been anonymous, not leaving even an iota of physical trace. It all had been at a mental level, imagining and recollecting the touches and gropes drove me to orgasms, alone or when I was being used by my husband. But this was different. I had left me different.

Very consciously, I lowered my hands and looked around, hoping that no one was noticing me. I saw a couple of men, who looked like rickshaw-w,.'s, staring at me with looks that suggested that they knew what I had been up to. Normally, the piercing stares of such –w,.'s had drawn me to further initiate some 'activities' but I was no longer normal.

I alighted down from the platform with a sense of emergency and made my way out of the garden, as fast as I could, my bra-less breasts juggling up and down with the hurried steps that I took. I was acutely aware of the sloppiness between my legs. My head was drooping with shame, thinking about my husband and children. How easily could I have destroyed my family life? How could I have allowed myself to take part in such an 'activity'?

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My helplessness and confusion grew when I felt an impending orgasm growing inside me. Subconsciously, I had been heading back towards the metro station, eager to get away from the market. But now, very consciously, I felt the need to release myself before I could get on the metro for the ride back home.

Pausing momentarily, I took ground of my bearings. I was somewhere in the most crowded inner circle of the market. Again, subconsciously, I started walking towards the middle circle (the least crowded) on one of the radial roads. My heart was thumping excitingly and I was sweating profusely, the only thing on my mind was finding a desolate spot to masturbate myself out of this situation.

Although my Saturday's activities had been going on for a very long period of time, I had never been so aroused that my body had begged for such immediate release. Ordinarily, I would go back to my house in the evening (the evening metro rush adding to my activity), and lock myself in my room pretending to sleep after a tiring day. Then, going through the details of the activities, I would masturbate myself to a couple of orgasms. But today was no ordinary day.

I, Madhu, forgot about the shame I was experiencing a couple of minutes ago and let out a deep sigh of relief as I spotted a thin alleyway between two shops on the radial road.

Hurriedly, I headed into the alleyway, surprised at its presence and realizing the fact that I knew so less about the nodal market even though I visited the place so frequently. It was a sort of service lane to connect to the various shops and big showrooms from the rear side. It went on for as far as I could see, thankfully it was deserted. I found a siding in the alley which was actually a vacant space below one of the buildings. The upper floors made it a bit darker and this hid me from view of anyone in the alley. Only if someone walked right past the siding, would I be visible to that person and that too if he looked carefully in the relatively dark place.

The probability of being sighted masturbating in a service alley of the busiest market in the city did not weigh me down, and that was because I was too obsessed with the thought of actually masturbating there. I was a cent per cent confident that I would finish this new 'activity' and be home-bound in a matter of minutes.

Receding to the deepest part of the siding, I pushed my right hand in between my salwar and my body, pushing at the cord that tied my salwar around my waist. Then I pushed it through the waist band of my panty and I took measure of the copious amount of wetness that had built up in between my legs. The sighting of the book-w,.''s penis, the sucking of the four penises in the busy central park and the swallowing of so much semen had excited me like never before.

Salivating at the thought of today's activities which had spiralled out of control, I, Madhu, a housewife of seven years and mother of two children, began to rub my wet vulva as my body begged for release, in some alley in the busiest market of the city. My left hand found its way, through the lower edge of my kurta, to my breasts, which I began to cup and squeeze alternatingly. With my eyes tightly shut, my fingers pinched my semi-hard nipples and my other hand massaged my hard clitoris. I was lost in my own sweet world, until I felt the hot exhale of someone very close to me.

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I was so deeply lost in pursuing my new 'activity' that I had failed to notice the appearance of someone I the siding. I opened my eyes as I felt the hot breath of the person who had sneaked up upon me. My mouth opened in shock as I saw the face of the book-w,.' just inches away from me, grinning broadly.

"You are one hell of a bitch!" he said.

I recoiled at the sight of him and my left hand came out from beneath my kurta, trying to push him away. My right hand was still inside my salwar, as it was not possible to pull it without loosening the cord with the other hand. I struggled to pull it out at the same time as I was trying to push the book-w,.' away.

He caught hold of my left hand and pushed it aside, pinning it and me against the wall with his weight. With his free right hand, he caught hold of my right hand and held it in place.

"Let it remain there for some time," he sniggered, as his face lunged forwards, trying to kiss me on my lips.

I repulsed at the sight of those pouting lips heading towards my mouth and let out a shriek.

"Really? Do you want to shout out, bitch?" he asked, going on to emphasize the condition that I was in.

"You have a hand up against your slutty pussy, you bitch!"

"Please leave me," I managed to reply.

"Why? Why should I leave you, bitch?" he demanded, "Why should you have all the fun?"

Still pinning me in place with his weight, he let go of my right hand and forcefully cupped my left breast. I let out a subdued shriek and he let out a whoop of excitement.

"Where is your bra, bitch?" he demanded excitingly. "Remember, the one you were proudly displaying to me earlier!"

I could not believe the situation that I was in. I shut my eyes as if to withdraw myself from the happenings of the moment.

His hand left my breast and then...SMACK!! SMACK!! He slapped me hard on my left cheek, not once but twice, which opened my eyes and also brought tears to them.

"Please...pl..ease...let me go," I whimpered with tears streaming down my cheeks.

"When I ask a question, I want an answer...do you understand, bitch?"

I nodded meekly.

"So...I asked you, where is your bra?"

I couldn't manage to speak. I couldn't! How could I have told him what had happened in the park earlier?

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My mind was completely blank as I struggled to come up with an appropriate reply. I thought maybe I could say something about broken hooks, or...but who was he to demand an answer from me?

SMACK! As soon as I had that thought, another hard slap ripped through the left side of my face.

"I...they took...it! They took it..." I went on to narrate the entire incident that had taken place after I had left his shop, managing to reach the part where I was made to suck four penises.

"What?" he said, unable to hide his surprise.

A broad grin had built up on his face. "So, you are a whore then?"

"NO! No, I'm not! I'm a decent lady!"

"What are you doing here then, with your hand inside your salwar?"

I told him.

His broad grin, which I thought couldn't grow any bigger, became almost double.

"You were masturbating here! You decent lady!" he mocked. "So, let me help you, decent lady!"

His hand reach to the cord of my salwar and undid the knot. The salwar fell to the ground, settling in a heap around my ankles.

"No...please...don't do this!" I whimpered.

"What will you do, decent lady?" he asked, his stare piercing through my eyes, as if reading my thoughts.

"Which decent lady has ever been caught masturbating in a busy market place, decent lady?"

The manner in which he spoke the words 'decent lady' seemed to be very demeaning. I got the same feeling of repulsion on hearing them as I would if someone would call me a whore.

I could do nothing as his right hand cupped my genitals from over my panty, rubbing them crudely, making me wince with pain.

"Please...don't..."

"You better keep quiet, decent lady!"

Letting go of my left hand which he had pinned to the wall, he took his free hand under my salwar and began kneading my breasts. Then he attempted to kiss my lips again, but I turned my head away. He looked at me, stepping back and releasing me for a moment from his grip, and slapped me hard.

SMACK! The slap was so hard that it knocked me off my feet.

"That's what happens when you turn your face away, decent lady!"

Before I could recover from the blow, I felt a tug and he was pulling me on my feet. I fumbled with my salwar heaped at my ankles. Even as I bent down to pull up my salwar, he was half pushing and half pulling me into the alley.

Fumbling, he led me deeper into the alley, with me precariously trying to hold on to my salwar, afraid I might lose another garment.

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A few feet down the alley (actually I was unsure of the distance), there was another similar siding. It was a bit bigger and had a plastic sheet separating it from the alley. He pushed me inside and rearranged the sheet. I looked around to see that it was almost like a poor man's hut, there were two dirty mattresses and few household objects.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"This is where a poor book-w,.' lives, decent lady."

"I will shout for help if you do anything to me!" I threatened, mustering as much courage as I could.

"I will do anything and everything I wish and you can shout as much as you wish," he sniggered, "but that would just invite other –w,.''s who live nearby to the party."

Impulsively, I made a run for the alley but he was too quick for me. Grabbing on to my hair, he pulled me back and held me in a bear hug.

"What's this about, decent lady?" he asked, "earlier you were very eager to show me your goods, now what is the problem?"

Without waiting for a reply or an answer, he pinned my hands behind my back. My salwar, which was being held in place by me, fell down again to around my ankles.

"Please...I do not want to..."

"Shut up, decent lady...I do not care what you want or not! Do you think you are too smart for me...I have seen many bitches like you here! First, you go strutting about this place...showing your breasts and teasing us...what do you think we are? Caged animals? And then, you act all innocent and stuff, as if you are a pristine decent lady, you bitch! I know you are a bitch and I'm going to make you a cheap whore now!"

His violent rambling made me realize that I was now completely at the mercy of this dark middle-aged poor man, the book-w,.'.

"Let us begin the action!" he announced, as if to an imaginary audience.

I realized that I had closed my eyes due to fear, disgust or most probably, both. As my eyes were closed, it took me a moment to register that the book-w,.' was tugging at the waist band of my panty. Before I could even open my mouth to register a protest, I heard the flimsy stitches on one side of my waist give away. My eyes, now fully open due to shock, saw the remains of my tattered panty being flung away. Even though I was now almost fully naked and in the grasp of a poor low class man, I could not help but feel sad at the state off my expensive lingerie!

I stood transfixed as my fully open eyes saw the projectile journey of my panty. The fact that my black delicate panty landed in a pool of ditch water made me wake up from my reverie.

"Listen bitch! Take off your kurta or it'll meet the same fate as your panty!" he snarled, mouthing drops of spit on my face as he threatened me.

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NEVER!! Well, that's what I thought at that moment but no words came out of my mumbling mouth. I, reflexively, began pulling at the lower edge of the kurta, keeping it in place. There was no way that I was going to dance to the whims and fancies of this disgusting illiterate man!

"Well...if you want to go home naked...then I can't help you..." his voice trailed off as he tugged the kurta on my right shoulder, "Let me get this off you in one go!"

"Pl...please....pl....don't do this!" I whimpered between sobs. Tears were now freely pouring out of my eyes, lamenting at my helplessness. Either I had to give in to this brute's demand, and stoop myself to a disgrace I had never even dreamt of or...the alternative made me shiver. It was better not to think about what would happen if the book-w,.' tore off my kurta. The only garment that I would have in such a condition would be my salwar, which was heaped around my ankles.

Scared by the prospect of being left naked in the busiest market of the city, my hands, the same ones which were pulling down at the edge of my kurta, now pulled it off my bra-less body in one rapid motion.

Impulsively, I brought the kurta in front of my body and tried to hide my breasts by folding my hands in front of them. I realized that now fully naked in a lane behind the market, my tears had dried up.

The book-w,.' snatched the kurta away from me and tossed it aside. Thankfully, it ended up well short of the ditch in which the remains of my panty now floated. The sight of my milky white breasts, with pinkish-brown nipples and areolae, had buoyed the spirits of the book-w,.'. I could feel the heat of lust radiate from his body and saw the building of saliva in his unhygienic mouth. I was his treat and it was his duty to devour me.

Kneading my breasts with both his hands, he began to throw obscenities at me.

"What a delicious bitch I have here! You were meant to be a whore! High-class slut, I'll show you how a real man fucks!" he snarled in between his laborious breaths.

His right hand left my breast and travelled down to between my legs. As soon as it reached my vulva, both the book-w,.' and me, were shocked. My pussy was dripping wet!

He let out a roar of laughter as I dropped my head in shame.

"So, decent lady! What do we have here?" he sniggered.

The fright of the past few minutes had drawn the earlier events of my 'activities' away from my mind. My exhibitionism to the same book-w,.' who was molesting me now (and was surely going to bang me in a few minutes), the four blowjobs in the crowded garden, the hijacking of my bra and the desire to bring myself to orgasm, came rushing back to mind. My knees gave way as I realized that my vulval lips were twitching for a cock!

Still sniggering, he said, "Looks like you have had enough of foreplay! Now turn around and I'll show you how to fuck a bitch in heat!"

I listened to his order and my mind refused to oblige.

And...SMACK!! I felt it coming even before he had raised his hand.

"Lesson number one, a nice whore is prompt to the demands of her fucker," he said, and without waiting for a response, lifted me effortlessly off the ground by grasping at my waist and turned me around.

The sudden jerk of the motion made my hands seek the support of the wall in front of me (which earlier had been behind me). I felt his hand on my back, pushing me down. This made my already prominent ass jut out and become even more prominent.

"This is what I call nice meat," he said, smacking my ass cheeks with the palm of his right hand. He continued smacking them for a good minute or so, I could feel them glow red due to the attacks.

"Please...don't do this...it hurts..." I managed to mouth out in between smacks.

"Lesson number two, a nice whore does not object to anything her fucker says or does," he said, but thankfully, stopped spanking me.

My thankfulness was replaced by disgust as I realized what was coming next.

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He forced my thighs apart with his right hand. My head was hanging in between my arms, which were supporting me against the wall. I could see my salwar heaped around my ankles from that position. I felt bile rise in my throat when I saw that his lungi now occupied the place adjacent to my salwar. I gagged at the thought that the book-w,.' was now naked too, right behind me.

My eyes snapped shut, my teeth clenched, I tried my best not to vomit and held my breath, as I felt the tip of his penis rubbing at the wet lips of my vulva. Even though my vulva was dripping wet, I could make out that his glans was soaking with precum as it released a sort of heat when it came in contact with my moist vulval lips.

It may have been the stress, the fear or the helplessness of the moment, but whenever I replay the scene in my mind, I realize that it was me who had thrust my hips back, just slightly, to welcome the budging head of the book-w,.''s penis into the folds of my vulval lips and further inside my going- to-be-defiled body.

My body was thrown forwards as the book-w,.' slid his erect penis into my vagina. I had felt his body tense for the forceful lunge into my womanhood, however, the combination of my dripping wet vulva and his precum soaked glans made it seem like a walkover. In one violently smooth motion, he was embedded inside me right till his base.

AAGHHH!! I heard his loud moan of pleasure as he gently rotated his pelvis, as if to get a good feel of the inside of my vagina. But, that was the end of the gentleness that he had in store for me, his decent lady!

Enraged by a sudden animalistic lust, the book-w,.' grabbed me powerfully at my right shoulder with his right hand, pulling my body backwards towards him. His left hand was wrapped tightly around my waist, below the level of my navel. I could feel the coarse hair on his arms scbang uncomfortably against my smooth skin. Satisfied with his clasping hold on my body, the book-w,.' began fucking me in powerful, jerky and dominant strokes which made me scream out in pain.

NAHHIIIII!!!! NOOOO....!! PL...EASE....NA!!!!

My begging did not fall on deaf ears as he did respond to it, but that was only to increase the ferocity of his thrusts. With each thrust that the book-w,.' took inside me, my whole body was pushed forwards, only to meet the resistance of his right hand on my shoulder, and bounce back towards his lunging penis. Thus, even without my participation in the seemingly random to-and-fro motion, my body was meeting his thrusts half-way.

"Shout and I'm sure couple of other –w,.'s will join me here!" he snarled in between his thrusts, "That's what you want, don't you bitch? To be bred by low class people?"

Even though I wasn't able to hear the whole of his sentence, the word 'bred' reverberated in my ears. SHIT! The realization of the situation hit me harder than the book-w,.'s powerful thrusts. This low class shit-of-a-man was going to impregnate me, a married housewife and a mother of two children, a woman of considerable social standing and repute.

I simply couldn't let that happen! Immediately my body sprang into action, twisting and coiling, trying to free myself from the vicious grip of my rapist.

"Excited you have I?" he sniggered, his thrusts not even pausing momentarily.

"Please do not come inside me," I pleaded, tears returned to my eyes as I realized that I could not muster my way out of the grip he had on me, "Please...don't do this...I may get pregnant!"

The thought of getting a high class lady pregnant, the fact that he was going to ejaculate his semen inside the vagina of a married woman, drove the book-w,.' into an even more violent rage. His left hand left my waist and grasped my breasts, such that my right breast was in his palm while the left one was being squeezed by his forearm. His grip around my breasts was stronger than the one he had held on my waist, making me wince in pain on the top of the forceful thrusts.

Kneading my right breast with the palm of his left hand, the book-w,.' was in his wonderland.

He let go of my right shoulder and his right hand also came to the region of my breasts. Now both his hands were gripping my breasts on either side, strong enough to make me realize their presence. My hands were still supporting me against the wall, although his forceful fucking had brought me a lot closer to the wall than what I had originally been. So his only grip on me were his hands (on my breasts), and obviously his penis (deep inside me). I felt him lean in such that there was no gap between our bodies. I realized that he had unbuttoned his shirt because I could feel the hair on his chest pricking at my back.

Still sobbing, I continued to whimper my requests of not ejaculating inside my unprotected vagina.

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Feeling the pace and frequency of his thrusts, I became aware of his impending orgasm. His grip on my breasts had tightened, interjected by frequent kneading and pinching of nipples; his breaths were now heavier and more laborious, I could feel him exhale through his mouth – the hot air brushing against my right cheek; and, as if to top it all, his saliva was dribbling from his mouth, dripping on my right shoulder and travelling down my back.

I made a last ditch attempt to save myself from the ultimate humiliation of having this man come inside my unprotected vagina. Letting go of my hands from the wall, I moved forwards in a desperate attempt to get away from my rapist –w,.'. I succeeded in breaking away from his grip and his penis slid out of my vagina, it was more due to the shock than my strength. The book-w,.' was so deeply engrossed in ravaging my married vagina that he didn't see this coming.

Now, although free from my rapists grasp, I was standing with my back facing the wall, that is, my naked body was facing my enraged rapist, whose anger had reached boiling point.

Before I could even think about what to do or move even an inch, the book-w,.' was upon me.

SMACK! A tight slap left me rooted to the spot.

"Lesson number three, never interrupt a man who is about to ejaculate, you whore!" he raged as he slid his throbbing penis back into my vagina. Now the two of us were facing each other.

"Is this more romantic for you, you bitch?" he said looking into my eyes. I immediately lowered my gaze and my eyes fell upon the front of his body.

Having unbuttoned his shirt sometime earlier, the book-w,.''s bare chest was visible to me. Dark and rough, it was covered with greying hair. I could see small bulges on either side of his chest and his nipples were large and jet black. I repulsed at the ugly sight. His pout belly, also covered with the same hair, was rubbing against the milky white smooth silky skin of my abdomen, he, having resumed the frenzy of his powerful thrusts.

With my head drooping with shame and my eyes crying in pain, I said, "Please don't come inside..."

"Who the fuck cares what you want, bitch! I have spent half my life masturbating to the sight of hot women like you...Do you think that I'll let my seed go waste when I have the chance!" he retorted before I could even complete my plea.

The orgasm, which I had miraculously stalled a few moments ago, was building up again inside the book-w,.', ready to wreak havoc in my married life.

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The book-w,.', now gripping my breasts from the front, let out a very audible gasp which summed up his immense pleasure in its entirety, his body jerked and he lunged one final time into my unprotected vagina, almost convulsing, as he ejaculated his semen inside me. Having registered surprise at the duration he took to ejaculate, now, I was shocked at the enormity of his ejaculate. At what I had thought to be the final lunge, I had felt a splatter of hot semen at the opening of my cervix. Then, the book-w,.', moaning with pleasure, took a few small lunges (in comparison to the earlier ones) and it was as if he ejaculated the same amounts of semen with each successive lunge as when he had done with the first one.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, I felt the now limp penis of the book-w,.' sliding out of my bangd vagina. He stepped back a bit, as if to admire his craftsmanship. A deep smile of immense satisfaction was etched over his ugly face.

My vagina, which had been dripping with my own juices earlier, now lay battered and coated with the book-w,.''s semen. I realized that it was now flowing out of my vaginal opening and dripiing down my vulval lips. A weird sensation of hotness began to develop between my thighs, radiating to all over my body. It was as if my clitoris was on fire, instinctively my fingers reached out to the troubled organ. As soon as my fingers touched my engorged clitoris, I felt a wave of pleasure sweep across my body, originating from the very area of hotness.

The wave of pleasure was only momentary as it was replaced by a wave of guilt, which would last my entire life. My body had orgasmed! My mind and my body were in a duel and it had been my bosy which had come out on top. I fell down to the ground with a thud, almost as if the wave of shame had increased the weight that I had been carrying on my shoulders. Then, I felt a last plop of semen exit my vagina and roll down my perineum all the way to my asshole. My asshole muscles clenched at the feel of the hot foreign liquid. The salwar which had been bundled around my ankles when I was standing lay just in front on my ass, defeated.

I could hear the laugh of the book-w,.'. Even though he was a few feet away from me, it sounded as if it were coming from a very distant location.

Sitting there in what was a pool of my rapists semen, I, Madhu, the housewife and mother, wondered how my Saturday's 'activities' had taken such a disastrous turn.

"And friends, that is how I fuck a mother!" I heard the book-w,.' exclaim to his imaginary audience.

I sat there on the ground, in the book-w,.''s den with my legs folded to my body, my head lodged in between my knees, crying silently without tears.

"Who is this?" I heard a new voice.

I looked up to see a young man standing at the entrance of the siding, his head oscillating between the book-w,.' and me. I wrapped my hands tightly around my legs, trying to hide as much of my naked body as I could. His eyes then fixed upon my naked form.

"I brought you a lovely whore, my son!" beamed the book-w,.'.

As if the events of the day were not shocking to say the least, this information topped them all. I looked at the book-w,.' and then at the young man who had appeared at the entrance of the siding. The resemblance of the two left me in little doubt.

I was further going to be bangd by the book-w,.''s son!

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Does anyone have the further parts of this masterpiece