18-03-2019, 08:41 PM
Her husband, Saleem, fucked her like a good and devoted husband would, but Rehana had always wanted more, harder, rougher fucking, quality fucking with stamina to satiate her. She wanted discipline, strict control and perhaps brutal treatment with her body being abused and stretched to breaking point. She knew that Saleem would never push her or dominate her to those limits, but Sumanth was now inflicting just the treatment that Rehana had lusted after for years. Which made the religious tradtional suffer from a guilty conscience as she was not only beginning to accept Sumanth; she had begun to ache for his humiliating treatment. Rehana recalled the indignities she had been subjected to, indignities no woman should ever be forced to suffer, so why then was this awful throbbing between her legs beginning once more.
It had got to the point where Sumanth had ordered her not to have any form of sex with Saleem over the weekend, and Rehana had agreed without question.....this was surely a sign that Sumanth wielded over her a power that was solid and impenetrable.....Rehana couldn’t live without it now! She loved Saleem dearly and only wished that he would sometimes be stronger with her, more assertive, but he wouldn’t take the dominant lead and so Rehana became frustrated, often to the point where she treated her husband with contempt in the bedroom!
However, this evening, when Saleem came home from tour, she vowed to let him fuck her, even though she knew it would bring her very little satisfaction and it would be over more or less before she had even got going. Despite Mr. Sumanth’s orders, Rehana felt compelled to show her loving husband that he still mattered in her life. Even if the awful throbbing between her legs wasn’t satisfied, she hoped her guilty conscious might be appeased.
True to form, later that night, Saleem laid his wife on her back and licked his wife just how he knew she liked it. He licked and licked and licked until Rehana was really wet again, and then she told him to push his Lund into her. Saleem was in her in a flash, thrashing away, but there was no devil in him, no great demands on Rehana’s body, and the submissive state that Rehana wanted to experience never materialised, and it ended before it had even really gotten started when she felt Saleem suddenly reach his pinnacle and splash his seed inside her frustrated cunt.
It was all over in 5 minutes and Rehana watched him turn over and disappear into a sleeping trance, leaving her bemoaning the situation again. Still, at least she knew she was keeping her husband satisfied and she could gain some sense of satisfaction in that.
What she didn’t know, unfortunately, was that Sumanth had installed 8 CCTV cameras all round her house, and the next morning he was able to watch Saleem’s feeble attempts at satisfying his wife on the tapes that he played back in his office. There were pin-hole cameras situated in most of the rooms at Rehana’s house, and he was going to use these to control the chinal, and her husband who, he believed, had at one time tried to get more value for the shares o the company .Sumanth had decided not to say anything about the payment the company got from Mr Mark, he was enjoying his domination of the mature chinal way too much to correct matters. Watching the video and seeing Rehana lay passively on the bed while Saleem rammed his little Lund up her cunt, angered Sumanth at her disobedience. Rehana must be reminded that HE was in charge and that there are repercussions for disobedient chinals. She must be taught how she is to treat her husband now that Sumanth was in complete control of her. Yes, he made up his mind, that today he would have to teach the bitch a lesson.
On Thursday, when Rehana sat down at her desk at the office, she saw the envelope staring up at her. ‘Private, Rehana.’ She felt her heart rate quicken as she knew that Sumanth had something in mind for her, which normally meant humiliation at her expense. She gingerly opened it and read the note that was typed and contained no signature. ‘Knock on my door when you have stripped all your clothes off, except your shoes!’
God, Rehana was off again, butterflies in her tummy, shivers down her spine, a sudden itch between her legs. She sat and looked at the note for two or three minutes and knew where it had come from, and what she had to do. She had to obey! Did she want to obey? Her emotions were in conflict. Rehana didn’t know where all this was headed, but she was convinced that it would end with her humiliating herself in an unusual way at the hands of Sumanth.
She stood up, and nervously peeled off her clothes and stood naked by her desk. She now had only her high-heeled sandals on, but she got out her purse and made sure her makeup was just perfect before she knocked on the dividing doors between her and Sumanth’s offices. Rehana shook and her knees nearly knocked together as she waited.
’Come in.’ Rehana gingerly turned the handle to Sumanth’s office and went in. She didn’t try to hide her big breasts or her shaved pussy.....he had seen them many times before. He was sitting behind his desk, smiling as he admired the superb body on the housewife, and Rehana moved in front of his desk, almost standing to attention. Her fair body looked magnificent. Her tits thrust out from her chest with a very little sag due to the weight of the big boobs, the nipples standing to attention, her waist was slim but had flesh around a bit but no tires of a mature women has, and her thighs were wonderfully shapely as they tapered down to the high heels that gave her another 3 inches in height.
’Are you fucking again, chinal, you know, fucking your husband?’ He watched her eyes as Rehana didn’t know what to reply. ‘I said you could go home and relieve yourself, didn’t I? Who said anything about fucking your husband?’
’I didn’t, Sir,’ she lied. His eyebrows raised and Rehana tried to redeem her statement. ‘Well, only one time, just to relieve my husband’s frustration,’ and she looked at the floor with embarrassment. ‘He’s been so frustrated lately, and I felt so guilty and sorry for him, after denying him last weekend, I thought he deserved to enjoy sex and try and satisfy me a little bit.’ She was grasping at straws, trying to defend her actions in the matrimonial bed, but Sumanth just smiled as he watched the naked woman grovel her excuses.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rehana could see a wooden contraption leaning against the office wall, but she had no idea what it was except she thought it was something that a carpenter might use in his work. Sumanth’s voice soon brought her mind back to the present conversation, though.
’Well, chinal, today I am going to teach you again who is in control of your life, because tomorrow we have an assignment down town in one of the big, plush hotels. So today is two-fold.......to prepare you for tomorrow, and to imprint on your mind just how I want you to act with your husband in the coming weeks. Understand chinal?’
’Yes Sir. I understand, Sir! What sort of function are we attending tomorrow, Sir?’
’I will explain that to you in a moment, whilst we are treating you and conditioning you to your behavioral patterns.’ Sumanth rose from his desk and moved to the item leaning against the wall. ‘Know what this is, chinal?’ Rehana nodded a frightened negative. ‘Well, it’s used for training ladies like you to be grateful for the way they should behave towards their superiors. In this case, it will persuade you how to behave with your husband, because I shall know, chinal, I shall know what you are doing with that bastard of a husband, all the time. This will leave you in no doubt about how I want you to behave.’
Rehana shivered at what Sumanth might mean....training?...conditioning?...grateful? God, what was this ominous looking contraption, she wondered. She watched him move the item away from the wall and move it to the centre of his office. It was made of wood, about 4ft high, and was like a wooden ‘horse,’ which pulled open at the bottom to form a sort of triangular bench. There was a padded plank across the top, 6 inches wide and about 3ft in width, and when Sumanth opened it, Rehana could see immediately how it worked. She shivered again, her heart beating faster and faster as she also knew what Sumanth had in mind.
Down each of the four legs of the horse were leather straps, and across the padded top was another length of strap which could be tied over anything that was laid over the top!! Rehana took a deep breath again, her breasts heaving up and down with terrible expectation.
’God, Mr Sumanth.......not me, no, no, please...............n..Not...,’ but her head looked at the floor again with embarrassment, and she waited for Sumanth to speak again.
’Stand in front of it chinal, and open your legs. Go on, right up close and take a good look. It’s a ‘carpenter’s horse,’ used in the workshops, but I thought it would be ideal for persuading you how I want you to behave, and what is expected of you tomorrow at the function you will attend.’ Sumanth moved behind the woman as she moved her thighs gingerly apart. Then she suddenly felt his fingers run down the cheeks of her ass and between her legs. He found the lips of her cunt straight away and could feel her becoming wet....was it fear or excitement? As Sumanth slid two fingers up into Rehana’s cunt, he felt her moan and shiver at his touch.
’Good girl, good girl chinal. You like this attention, don’t you. It’s what you need, isn’t it? Well, you’re going to get a lot more of this sort of attention. Tomorrow, as sponsors of the tournament, the company have hired a suite of rooms at the ‘Taj palace hotel,’ where one of the teams are staying, and you and I are going along to have drinks and socialize with them......and I mean socialize, chinal! But first we will discuss your husband.......lean over the horse.’
Oh God, Mr Sumanth, Sir. I can’t, it’s too....oh please, Sir,’ but Rehana took a step forward and put her hands on the padded plank running across the top.
’Over it, chinal. I want you to lean right over the horse.’ Sumanth waited and watched his slave contemplate her actions. She shuffled and whimpered and looked back at her Master with pleading eyes, but then Rehana moved up onto tip-toe and let her head and arms go over the horse and down the other side. In her nakedness, she looked fantastic, her ass jutting deliciously out, but it wasn’t right yet for Sumanth. He moved up close to her body and lifted her by the waist. The strength of his hands on her body sent another little thrill through Rehana’s loins, and she could feel the moist forming, but then he was lifting her up until her waist was resting on the padded plank and her legs and arms were hanging down either side of the central plank. She was not able to touch the floor on either side, and Rehana felt suspended as she lay on the padding.
Oh my God, this is so humiliating, she thought, lying naked and across this wooden horse; and she could feel Sumanth fiddling behind her. She felt him grab one of her ankles and pull it to the side where he strapped it to the wooden leg with the leather cuff. He then did the same with her other ankle. Sumanth then moved round the horse to her front where he did exactly the same thing with her wrists.....strapping them apart to the two front legs. Rehana was a naked prisoner, her body balancing over a wooden horse, her arms and legs restrained and stretched wide apart, with her wonderful big fair ass jutting out, and her vagina and gaand wide open to her tormentor’s gaze. As one last gesture, Sumanth took the strap across the top of the horse and fed it over Rehana’s back before fastening it again, to keep her completely secure and in place.
There was a deathly silence as Sumanth admired the body strapped securely before him. He marvelled at just how easily he had gotten her to submit. Sumanth stood behind the horse and just gazed at the wonderful quivering ass cheeks, the open thighs showing off the hard, brown ass hole and the soft lips of Rehana’s luscious cunt. She couldn’t do anything but close her eyes, thinking how embarrassing and humiliating her position looked. But this was Sumanth dominating and controlling her, the kind of control that she often secretly craved for when she played with herself in the privacy of her own home. God, this was the stuff of Rehana’s dreams, and her nightmares, but what was he about to do to her now?
She saw him return to his desk and take something from his drawer. Oh my God, she could see it as she stretched her neck up and looked sideways. It was a black rod, about 2 ft in length, but oh so threatening. One end was rubber and shaped like a thick, black penis, but the other end was a tawse, with a dozen or so thin leather strips hanging from the end.
’No, no....no Sir. Please Master.....not across........’ she hung her head back down and waited!!!
Sumanth knew what he had to do; the chinal was going to learn that she must never ever disobey him again.
’So you fucked your miserable husband, did you chinal?’ Sumanth waited.
’Ye...yes...yes Sir, but only one ti.....’ but she couldn’t finish as Sumanth held the rubber Lund and flailed the taws through the air, landing the strips of leather right across the bare buttocks that looked so inviting.
Rehana moaned and winced with a pain never before experienced. She tried desperately to escape her bounds, but the wicked horse held her firmly in place preventing any possible escape, Thwack....Thwack.....Thwack....landed the leather on her exposed and vulnerable body.
’Ahh.......oooooooooooooh noooooooooooooooo.’ and Rehana tried to keep her anguish silent, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
’Is he a good fuck, chinal. Does he give you a good fuck when he’s on top of you?’
’I like my husband fucki.....Ahhhhhhhhhh,’ and another strike swished through the air, striking the target perfectly again. ‘No, no Master. It’s not a good fuck...it, it.....it doesn’t satisfy me like I need, Sir’. Sumanth smiled to himself as he realized that this was the way to turn his compliant employee into just the obedient slave he desired.
’You want more, chinal, don’t you?’ Swishhhhhhh, and the tawse again cracked across Rehana’s shaking rump, sending up another throttled holler from her throat.
’Yes Sir. I want more, lots more, but he is my husband, and I do so love him.’ ‘Thwack,’ and again the weapon flew through the air to land beautifully on the reddening flesh.
’Aaghhhhh...godddd Sir, that stings!! Please stop, please...’ Sumanth turned the rod and inserted the first two inches of the huge penis dildo into Rehana’s by now soaking lips. He heard her moan with pleasure as her lips were stretched, and he just held the weapon inside her.
’so you have to admit, chinal, that you are enjoying the experiences you are getting at office, aren’t you?’
’God Sir, it’s so different, so new, so......but not the pain, Sir. I’m obedient to you aren’t I? I do everything that you tell me to do, dress how you want me to, but there’s no need for the......Aaghhhhhhhh,’ and she screamed once more as Sumanth whipped the dildo out and lashed the tawse across Rehana’s backside one more time. She could feel the throbbing in her ass, the heat forming deep in her flesh, and she didn’t know how many more strikes she could take. Sumanth continued the interrogation.
’Yes Sir. I understand, Sir! What sort of function are we attending tomorrow, Sir?’
’I will explain that to you in a moment, whilst we are treating you and conditioning you to your behavioral patterns.’ Sumanth rose from his desk and moved to the item leaning against the wall. ‘Know what this is, chinal?’ Rehana nodded a frightened negative. ‘Well, it’s used for training ladies like you to be grateful for the way they should behave towards their superiors. In this case, it will persuade you how to behave with your husband, because I shall know, chinal, I shall know what you are doing with that bastard of a husband, all the time. This will leave you in no doubt about how I want you to behave.’
Rehana shivered at what Sumanth might mean....training?...conditioning?...grateful? God, what was this ominous looking contraption, she wondered. She watched him move the item away from the wall and move it to the centre of his office. It was made of wood, about 4ft high, and was like a wooden ‘horse,’ which pulled open at the bottom to form a sort of triangular bench. There was a padded plank across the top, 6 inches wide and about 3ft in width, and when Sumanth opened it, Rehana could see immediately how it worked. She shivered again, her heart beating faster and faster as she also knew what Sumanth had in mind.
Down each of the four legs of the horse were leather straps, and across the padded top was another length of strap which could be tied over anything that was laid over the top!! Rehana took a deep breath again, her breasts heaving up and down with terrible expectation.
’God, Mr Sumanth.......not me, no, no, please...............n..Not...,’ but her head looked at the floor again with embarrassment, and she waited for Sumanth to speak again.
’Stand in front of it chinal, and open your legs. Go on, right up close and take a good look. It’s a ‘carpenter’s horse,’ used in the workshops, but I thought it would be ideal for persuading you how I want you to behave, and what is expected of you tomorrow at the function you will attend.’ Sumanth moved behind the woman as she moved her thighs gingerly apart. Then she suddenly felt his fingers run down the cheeks of her ass and between her legs. He found the lips of her cunt straight away and could feel her becoming wet....was it fear or excitement? As Sumanth slid two fingers up into Rehana’s cunt, he felt her moan and shiver at his touch.
’Good girl, good girl chinal. You like this attention, don’t you. It’s what you need, isn’t it? Well, you’re going to get a lot more of this sort of attention. Tomorrow, as sponsors of the tournament, the company have hired a suite of rooms at the ‘Taj palace hotel,’ where one of the teams are staying, and you and I are going along to have drinks and socialize with them......and I mean socialize, chinal! But first we will discuss your husband.......lean over the horse.’
Oh God, Mr Sumanth, Sir. I can’t, it’s too....oh please, Sir,’ but Rehana took a step forward and put her hands on the padded plank running across the top.
’Over it, chinal. I want you to lean right over the horse.’ Sumanth waited and watched his slave contemplate her actions. She shuffled and whimpered and looked back at her Master with pleading eyes, but then Rehana moved up onto tip-toe and let her head and arms go over the horse and down the other side. In her nakedness, she looked fantastic, her ass jutting deliciously out, but it wasn’t right yet for Sumanth. He moved up close to her body and lifted her by the waist. The strength of his hands on her body sent another little thrill through Rehana’s loins, and she could feel the moist forming, but then he was lifting her up until her waist was resting on the padded plank and her legs and arms were hanging down either side of the central plank. She was not able to touch the floor on either side, and Rehana felt suspended as she lay on the padding.
Oh my God, this is so humiliating, she thought, lying naked and across this wooden horse; and she could feel Sumanth fiddling behind her. She felt him grab one of her ankles and pull it to the side where he strapped it to the wooden leg with the leather cuff. He then did the same with her other ankle. Sumanth then moved round the horse to her front where he did exactly the same thing with her wrists.....strapping them apart to the two front legs. Rehana was a naked prisoner, her body balancing over a wooden horse, her arms and legs restrained and stretched wide apart, with her wonderful big fair ass jutting out, and her vagina and gaand wide open to her tormentor’s gaze. As one last gesture, Sumanth took the strap across the top of the horse and fed it over Rehana’s back before fastening it again, to keep her completely secure and in place.
There was a deathly silence as Sumanth admired the body strapped securely before him. He marvelled at just how easily he had gotten her to submit. Sumanth stood behind the horse and just gazed at the wonderful quivering ass cheeks, the open thighs showing off the hard, brown ass hole and the soft lips of Rehana’s luscious cunt. She couldn’t do anything but close her eyes, thinking how embarrassing and humiliating her position looked. But this was Sumanth dominating and controlling her, the kind of control that she often secretly craved for when she played with herself in the privacy of her own home. God, this was the stuff of Rehana’s dreams, and her nightmares, but what was he about to do to her now?
She saw him return to his desk and take something from his drawer. Oh my God, she could see it as she stretched her neck up and looked sideways. It was a black rod, about 2 ft in length, but oh so threatening. One end was rubber and shaped like a thick, black penis, but the other end was a tawse, with a dozen or so thin leather strips hanging from the end.
’No, no....no Sir. Please Master.....not across........’ she hung her head back down and waited!!!
Sumanth knew what he had to do; the chinal was going to learn that she must never ever disobey him again.
’So you fucked your miserable husband, did you chinal?’ Sumanth waited.
’Ye...yes...yes Sir, but only one ti.....’ but she couldn’t finish as Sumanth held the rubber Lund and flailed the taws through the air, landing the strips of leather right across the bare buttocks that looked so inviting.
Rehana moaned and winced with a pain never before experienced. She tried desperately to escape her bounds, but the wicked horse held her firmly in place preventing any possible escape, Thwack....Thwack.....Thwack....landed the leather on her exposed and vulnerable body.
’Ahh.......oooooooooooooh noooooooooooooooo.’ and Rehana tried to keep her anguish silent, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
’Is he a good fuck, chinal. Does he give you a good fuck when he’s on top of you?’
’I like my husband fucki.....Ahhhhhhhhhh,’ and another strike swished through the air, striking the target perfectly again. ‘No, no Master. It’s not a good fuck...it, it.....it doesn’t satisfy me like I need, Sir’. Sumanth smiled to himself as he realized that this was the way to turn his compliant employee into just the obedient slave he desired.
’You want more, chinal, don’t you?’ Swishhhhhhh, and the tawse again cracked across Rehana’s shaking rump, sending up another throttled holler from her throat.
’Yes Sir. I want more, lots more, but he is my husband, and I do so love him.’ ‘Thwack,’ and again the weapon flew through the air to land beautifully on the reddening flesh.
’Aaghhhhh...godddd Sir, that stings!! Please stop, please...’ Sumanth turned the rod and inserted the first two inches of the huge penis dildo into Rehana’s by now soaking lips. He heard her moan with pleasure as her lips were stretched, and he just held the weapon inside her.
’so you have to admit, chinal, that you are enjoying the experiences you are getting at office, aren’t you?’
’God Sir, it’s so different, so new, so......but not the pain, Sir. I’m obedient to you aren’t I? I do everything that you tell me to do, dress how you want me to, but there’s no need for the......Aaghhhhhhhh,’ and she screamed once more as Sumanth whipped the dildo out and lashed the tawse across Rehana’s backside one more time. She could feel the throbbing in her ass, the heat forming deep in her flesh, and she didn’t know how many more strikes she could take. Sumanth continued the interrogation.
Looking into the mirrored tile wall, Rehana turned sideways, lifting her white nightgown above her waist and then lowering the matching white panties. There, on her soft smooth ass cheeks, was the evidence of the beating she had suffered earlier in the day, her fair big ass cheeks were covered in small red/blue bruises from the leather whip Sumanth had used during his conquest of her.
Pulling her panties up and dropping the nightdress back into position, Rehana could still not believe she had acted as normal as she had done . Tears slipping from her eyes yet again, she looked at herself in the mirror, ‘Oh God, please tell me why didn’t I tell Saleem everything at the start, for Gods sake why?’
Rehana knew she had shamed herself, her husband and family. How could she have succumbed to such a chinaly display of lust after the ordeals her tormentor had inflicted upon her? He had abused her body, the body she had for so long kept trim and shapely for her loving husband. How could she betray him this way? Rehana knew that she had to continue submitting to Sumanth to come out of the problem of holding on to the company . But what bothered her even worse was that she was not only enjoying her submission, she was beginning to yearn for it. ‘Why oh why do I need it so badly?’
Before finally drifting off to sleep, she also thought of the function the next evening, where Sumanth expected her to ‘socialise’ with the guests that his business was sponsoring. She knew she would have to dress to please!!!
The next afternoon, Rehana got out of the car in the hotel ‘TAJ PALACE’ car park, as close to five o’clock as she could get, and felt as nervous as hell when she walked into the hotel foyer and up to the reception desk. She knew that all eyes were upon her as she had obeyed Sumanth completely, and dressed accordingly. After a hot shower at home, she had sat and taken great pains with her mascara, eye-liner and lipstick and had painted her finger and toe nails pink to go with the outfit she had chosen. She brushed her black hair long, put on seductive jewellery, and Rehana’s face looked a picture of sexual excitement.
She looked as hot as hell and really tantalizing. The saree was a white chiffon, tight and stunningly thin and worn as tight as possible on her body, with just one little button at the front of the navel see and it to hold it in position just below her navel, low down on Rehana’s hips. The tight blouse was also pink to match the tiny thong Rehana had been allowed to wear, but the blouse fitted her wonderful breasts beautifully, thrusting them up and forward and, with no bra, Rehana’s nipples were already sticking out like bullets, pointing proudly as she moved to the desk. Her clear, platform high-heeled shoes again added to her height as they carried the shapely, fair legs across the floor, and the hotel staff were drooling openly at the pink vision with the fair skin in their midst.
To add to the sexual overtone of the outfit, emblazoned across the chest of the blouse, just where the voluptuous tits thrust forward to devour the onlooker, lunds in the hotel reception began to stir vigorously in their trousers even at the innuendo in the logo. Rehana was certainly a hit before she had even spoken.
’I’m with the Mr Sumanth’s function,’ she clearly stated to the good looking young man behind the desk. ‘Is it possible you might be able to show me to their suite?’ He smiled and said he would take Rehana to the rooms himself, and there was almost a competition to take her up in the lift. The young man took in the aroma of the perfume, and managed to glimpse the large breasts heaving at Rehana’s deep neck blouse as he stood no more than a foot away from her in the elevator. Rehana knew he was leering and lusting after her, and turned to give the young man a smile as the lift reached the 5th floor. As they got out, Rehana could already hear the music and conversation coming from behind one of the doors on the floor.
’Thank you young man.....I take it it’s that door over there?’
’I have to take you and introduce you, Mam. Just follow me and the usher led the few yards and knocked on the door, entering without waiting for an answer. ‘There you are, Mam, Mr Sumanth’s function. Have a nice day!!’ Rehana smiled again and gave the boy a generous tip, and then she was in the suite, trying to take everything in that was happening.
This was the lounge, with sofas and plush armchairs, and one big table with food and drink filling it to brimming point. The dbangs were open on the huge double windows, other doors led off at the side of the room, people were milling about in groups, talking, laughing, eating and drinking and yet there seemed to be a deathly hush as Rehana made her way into the crowded room. She immediately saw Sumanth talking with a group of men, some small and some huge, obviously members of the cricket team. All heads turned towards the sexy lady in the hot clothing, but Rehana just thrust out her chest and grabbed a drink and took a sip.
She wandered over to the window and could see people milling about in the grounds of the hotel below, where there was a pleasant park and a beautiful stream running through the grounds. She felt a body at her shoulder and couldn’t mistake Sumanth’s voice as he spoke.
’Glad you could make it, Rehana. This is Martin, coach of the cricket team. I have told him you will be able to stay for a few hours and get to know the players......aren’t that right, chinal?’ Rehana blushed at him using the word ‘chinal’ in front of a stranger, but Martin was only about 5ft, podgy build, and he couldn’t take his eyes off Rehana’s big tits thrusting out at him only inches away as she turned round. He sort of leered as Rehana said hello, and he carried on smiling at him, and Rehana had to turn round and look out of the window again.
The disco music was thumping round the room, but Rehana could hear the conversation between the two men and knew their eyes were drilling into her body from behind. She drank nervously and looked at the people enjoying the evening sun
’Good ass and legs on her, Sumanth, and those tits are something else so huge and look so full! Does she fuck?’
’Oh, I expect you would be able to find that out for yourself. Take her into one of the bedrooms and have a look at her. Show her to the guys. That’s what she’s here for!’ Sumanth replied. Rehana turned round and gave Sumanth an acid look.
’She doesn’t fuck for this ass-hole, Mr Sumanth, Sir.’ Rehana was being brave.
’Follow Mr Martin, chinal, and what have I told you before about disobeying me?’ She saw Martin grinning and still eying up her big tits through thin material of her blouse, and when he grabbed her arm, there was nothing Rehana could do. He led her roughly through the onlookers and entered one of the huge bedrooms off the lounge. There was a huge double bed, beautiful carpet and dbangs, and there was another double window looking out over the same view as the lounge. Rehana pulled away from the lecherous old coach and turned to face him.
’if you think you are going to get anywhere near me, punk, you would better think again!’
’I don’t think so, darling. You know why Sumanth has brought you here, don’t you? And it’s not to serve the drinks! I have only got to call him in here and you know he will just click his fingers and that will be that, won’t it, Madam Rehana? You are here for me and the guys, and we have just had a hard game in the tournament and want some relaxation, you hot mature, chinal.’
Rehana knew he was right, but she couldn’t bear the thought of this little oil slick touching her body. If she could just amuse him a little, and perhaps satisfy his dirty curiosity, she might be able to keep him at bay. She knew that Sumanth could just tell her what to do.......in fact he HAD told her what to do.....and she had no option but to obey.
’What do you want then? Want me to shake my tits, do you?’ she said sarcastically to the little guy, and Rehana shook her chest and her wonderful breasts hammered against the pink thin blouse material, wobbling so erotically that Martin nearly had a heart attack there and then.
’That’s better, sweetheart, so much better. You are getting to understand now, aren’t you? Your boss is just getting a few of the guys on the team together and sending them in here, so you’d better be a nice chinal for us, or we will just have to get Sumanth in here to put you right. OK? Now let’s have a look at those big tits.....’
Just then, the door opened and five younger guys walked in, all holding beers and immediately looking at the sexy woman in pink blouse and white thin chiffon saree.a perfect Aunty MILF material that the young guys dream to fuck often.
’Come in guys, come in. The hot MILF here was just going to lift that little blouse and show me her enormous tits. Isn’t that right, honey?’ The door closed and Rehana eyed up the young men. They were all tall, hunky and handsome, in their twenties, and obviously players on the team, with muscles in the right places, and all dressed casually in jeans and tee shirts. ‘This is anmol, Babu, Praksh, Chandra and Roy....guys, this is Rehana. Doesn’t she look hot and gorgeous? Now, about those tits, sweetie pie.’ Martin was obnoxious but at least Rehana liked the physiques and the smiles coming from the young men. It was now or never and, deep in her heart, Rehana was aware of her role at the social function.
Slowly, she removed the pallu of her saree and dropped it on the waist and then she took the hem of the thin, pink blouse unbutton one by one buttons off and began to roll it up her tummy. There was more silence as 6 pairs of eyes watched the display with goggle eyes. Rehana had to really pull at the tight blouse to get it over her big round soft breasts but suddenly those glorious melons sprang into view as Rehana managed to get the blouse up to her neck and hold it there. Her tits were stunning; her nipples rock hard and pointing at the 6 men. They all seemed to take a step forward at the same time to get a closer look, and soft whistles emanated from more than one man.
’Wow, fantastic, great tits, luscious body...what the fucking tits aunty has..’ All sorts of complimentary sounds came from the onlookers’ mouths and Rehana just held the blouse right up to allow her breasts to be admired. One of the men, Anmol perhaps, moved forward, a beautiful smile on his face, and looked right into Rehana’s eyes. She didn’t move from his hypnotic stare and when his hand sneaked out to touch her left tit, she just couldn’t move, shivering a little at the young man’s caress.
Taking heed from Anmol’s example, all the guys moved to stroke Rehana’s skin in any place they could find a space. Suddenly, hands were all over her body and Rehana could feel the familiar wetness starting to form in the crutch of her pink thong. She was easily aroused, partly because she knew she had no control of events, but mainly because this type of domination was just what Rehana yearned for day after day after day. She could feel her nipples expanding, her cunt becoming soft and wet, and to have 5, 6 or more hands wandering about on her shapely body gave the wife and mother such a new and unusual thrill.
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It had got to the point where Sumanth had ordered her not to have any form of sex with Saleem over the weekend, and Rehana had agreed without question.....this was surely a sign that Sumanth wielded over her a power that was solid and impenetrable.....Rehana couldn’t live without it now! She loved Saleem dearly and only wished that he would sometimes be stronger with her, more assertive, but he wouldn’t take the dominant lead and so Rehana became frustrated, often to the point where she treated her husband with contempt in the bedroom!
However, this evening, when Saleem came home from tour, she vowed to let him fuck her, even though she knew it would bring her very little satisfaction and it would be over more or less before she had even got going. Despite Mr. Sumanth’s orders, Rehana felt compelled to show her loving husband that he still mattered in her life. Even if the awful throbbing between her legs wasn’t satisfied, she hoped her guilty conscious might be appeased.
True to form, later that night, Saleem laid his wife on her back and licked his wife just how he knew she liked it. He licked and licked and licked until Rehana was really wet again, and then she told him to push his Lund into her. Saleem was in her in a flash, thrashing away, but there was no devil in him, no great demands on Rehana’s body, and the submissive state that Rehana wanted to experience never materialised, and it ended before it had even really gotten started when she felt Saleem suddenly reach his pinnacle and splash his seed inside her frustrated cunt.
It was all over in 5 minutes and Rehana watched him turn over and disappear into a sleeping trance, leaving her bemoaning the situation again. Still, at least she knew she was keeping her husband satisfied and she could gain some sense of satisfaction in that.
What she didn’t know, unfortunately, was that Sumanth had installed 8 CCTV cameras all round her house, and the next morning he was able to watch Saleem’s feeble attempts at satisfying his wife on the tapes that he played back in his office. There were pin-hole cameras situated in most of the rooms at Rehana’s house, and he was going to use these to control the chinal, and her husband who, he believed, had at one time tried to get more value for the shares o the company .Sumanth had decided not to say anything about the payment the company got from Mr Mark, he was enjoying his domination of the mature chinal way too much to correct matters. Watching the video and seeing Rehana lay passively on the bed while Saleem rammed his little Lund up her cunt, angered Sumanth at her disobedience. Rehana must be reminded that HE was in charge and that there are repercussions for disobedient chinals. She must be taught how she is to treat her husband now that Sumanth was in complete control of her. Yes, he made up his mind, that today he would have to teach the bitch a lesson.
On Thursday, when Rehana sat down at her desk at the office, she saw the envelope staring up at her. ‘Private, Rehana.’ She felt her heart rate quicken as she knew that Sumanth had something in mind for her, which normally meant humiliation at her expense. She gingerly opened it and read the note that was typed and contained no signature. ‘Knock on my door when you have stripped all your clothes off, except your shoes!’
God, Rehana was off again, butterflies in her tummy, shivers down her spine, a sudden itch between her legs. She sat and looked at the note for two or three minutes and knew where it had come from, and what she had to do. She had to obey! Did she want to obey? Her emotions were in conflict. Rehana didn’t know where all this was headed, but she was convinced that it would end with her humiliating herself in an unusual way at the hands of Sumanth.
She stood up, and nervously peeled off her clothes and stood naked by her desk. She now had only her high-heeled sandals on, but she got out her purse and made sure her makeup was just perfect before she knocked on the dividing doors between her and Sumanth’s offices. Rehana shook and her knees nearly knocked together as she waited.
’Come in.’ Rehana gingerly turned the handle to Sumanth’s office and went in. She didn’t try to hide her big breasts or her shaved pussy.....he had seen them many times before. He was sitting behind his desk, smiling as he admired the superb body on the housewife, and Rehana moved in front of his desk, almost standing to attention. Her fair body looked magnificent. Her tits thrust out from her chest with a very little sag due to the weight of the big boobs, the nipples standing to attention, her waist was slim but had flesh around a bit but no tires of a mature women has, and her thighs were wonderfully shapely as they tapered down to the high heels that gave her another 3 inches in height.
’Are you fucking again, chinal, you know, fucking your husband?’ He watched her eyes as Rehana didn’t know what to reply. ‘I said you could go home and relieve yourself, didn’t I? Who said anything about fucking your husband?’
’I didn’t, Sir,’ she lied. His eyebrows raised and Rehana tried to redeem her statement. ‘Well, only one time, just to relieve my husband’s frustration,’ and she looked at the floor with embarrassment. ‘He’s been so frustrated lately, and I felt so guilty and sorry for him, after denying him last weekend, I thought he deserved to enjoy sex and try and satisfy me a little bit.’ She was grasping at straws, trying to defend her actions in the matrimonial bed, but Sumanth just smiled as he watched the naked woman grovel her excuses.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rehana could see a wooden contraption leaning against the office wall, but she had no idea what it was except she thought it was something that a carpenter might use in his work. Sumanth’s voice soon brought her mind back to the present conversation, though.
’Well, chinal, today I am going to teach you again who is in control of your life, because tomorrow we have an assignment down town in one of the big, plush hotels. So today is two-fold.......to prepare you for tomorrow, and to imprint on your mind just how I want you to act with your husband in the coming weeks. Understand chinal?’
’Yes Sir. I understand, Sir! What sort of function are we attending tomorrow, Sir?’
’I will explain that to you in a moment, whilst we are treating you and conditioning you to your behavioral patterns.’ Sumanth rose from his desk and moved to the item leaning against the wall. ‘Know what this is, chinal?’ Rehana nodded a frightened negative. ‘Well, it’s used for training ladies like you to be grateful for the way they should behave towards their superiors. In this case, it will persuade you how to behave with your husband, because I shall know, chinal, I shall know what you are doing with that bastard of a husband, all the time. This will leave you in no doubt about how I want you to behave.’
Rehana shivered at what Sumanth might mean....training?...conditioning?...grateful? God, what was this ominous looking contraption, she wondered. She watched him move the item away from the wall and move it to the centre of his office. It was made of wood, about 4ft high, and was like a wooden ‘horse,’ which pulled open at the bottom to form a sort of triangular bench. There was a padded plank across the top, 6 inches wide and about 3ft in width, and when Sumanth opened it, Rehana could see immediately how it worked. She shivered again, her heart beating faster and faster as she also knew what Sumanth had in mind.
Down each of the four legs of the horse were leather straps, and across the padded top was another length of strap which could be tied over anything that was laid over the top!! Rehana took a deep breath again, her breasts heaving up and down with terrible expectation.
’God, Mr Sumanth.......not me, no, no, please...............n..Not...,’ but her head looked at the floor again with embarrassment, and she waited for Sumanth to speak again.
’Stand in front of it chinal, and open your legs. Go on, right up close and take a good look. It’s a ‘carpenter’s horse,’ used in the workshops, but I thought it would be ideal for persuading you how I want you to behave, and what is expected of you tomorrow at the function you will attend.’ Sumanth moved behind the woman as she moved her thighs gingerly apart. Then she suddenly felt his fingers run down the cheeks of her ass and between her legs. He found the lips of her cunt straight away and could feel her becoming wet....was it fear or excitement? As Sumanth slid two fingers up into Rehana’s cunt, he felt her moan and shiver at his touch.
’Good girl, good girl chinal. You like this attention, don’t you. It’s what you need, isn’t it? Well, you’re going to get a lot more of this sort of attention. Tomorrow, as sponsors of the tournament, the company have hired a suite of rooms at the ‘Taj palace hotel,’ where one of the teams are staying, and you and I are going along to have drinks and socialize with them......and I mean socialize, chinal! But first we will discuss your husband.......lean over the horse.’
Oh God, Mr Sumanth, Sir. I can’t, it’s too....oh please, Sir,’ but Rehana took a step forward and put her hands on the padded plank running across the top.
’Over it, chinal. I want you to lean right over the horse.’ Sumanth waited and watched his slave contemplate her actions. She shuffled and whimpered and looked back at her Master with pleading eyes, but then Rehana moved up onto tip-toe and let her head and arms go over the horse and down the other side. In her nakedness, she looked fantastic, her ass jutting deliciously out, but it wasn’t right yet for Sumanth. He moved up close to her body and lifted her by the waist. The strength of his hands on her body sent another little thrill through Rehana’s loins, and she could feel the moist forming, but then he was lifting her up until her waist was resting on the padded plank and her legs and arms were hanging down either side of the central plank. She was not able to touch the floor on either side, and Rehana felt suspended as she lay on the padding.
Oh my God, this is so humiliating, she thought, lying naked and across this wooden horse; and she could feel Sumanth fiddling behind her. She felt him grab one of her ankles and pull it to the side where he strapped it to the wooden leg with the leather cuff. He then did the same with her other ankle. Sumanth then moved round the horse to her front where he did exactly the same thing with her wrists.....strapping them apart to the two front legs. Rehana was a naked prisoner, her body balancing over a wooden horse, her arms and legs restrained and stretched wide apart, with her wonderful big fair ass jutting out, and her vagina and gaand wide open to her tormentor’s gaze. As one last gesture, Sumanth took the strap across the top of the horse and fed it over Rehana’s back before fastening it again, to keep her completely secure and in place.
There was a deathly silence as Sumanth admired the body strapped securely before him. He marvelled at just how easily he had gotten her to submit. Sumanth stood behind the horse and just gazed at the wonderful quivering ass cheeks, the open thighs showing off the hard, brown ass hole and the soft lips of Rehana’s luscious cunt. She couldn’t do anything but close her eyes, thinking how embarrassing and humiliating her position looked. But this was Sumanth dominating and controlling her, the kind of control that she often secretly craved for when she played with herself in the privacy of her own home. God, this was the stuff of Rehana’s dreams, and her nightmares, but what was he about to do to her now?
She saw him return to his desk and take something from his drawer. Oh my God, she could see it as she stretched her neck up and looked sideways. It was a black rod, about 2 ft in length, but oh so threatening. One end was rubber and shaped like a thick, black penis, but the other end was a tawse, with a dozen or so thin leather strips hanging from the end.
’No, no....no Sir. Please Master.....not across........’ she hung her head back down and waited!!!
Sumanth knew what he had to do; the chinal was going to learn that she must never ever disobey him again.
’So you fucked your miserable husband, did you chinal?’ Sumanth waited.
’Ye...yes...yes Sir, but only one ti.....’ but she couldn’t finish as Sumanth held the rubber Lund and flailed the taws through the air, landing the strips of leather right across the bare buttocks that looked so inviting.
Rehana moaned and winced with a pain never before experienced. She tried desperately to escape her bounds, but the wicked horse held her firmly in place preventing any possible escape, Thwack....Thwack.....Thwack....landed the leather on her exposed and vulnerable body.
’Ahh.......oooooooooooooh noooooooooooooooo.’ and Rehana tried to keep her anguish silent, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
’Is he a good fuck, chinal. Does he give you a good fuck when he’s on top of you?’
’I like my husband fucki.....Ahhhhhhhhhh,’ and another strike swished through the air, striking the target perfectly again. ‘No, no Master. It’s not a good fuck...it, it.....it doesn’t satisfy me like I need, Sir’. Sumanth smiled to himself as he realized that this was the way to turn his compliant employee into just the obedient slave he desired.
’You want more, chinal, don’t you?’ Swishhhhhhh, and the tawse again cracked across Rehana’s shaking rump, sending up another throttled holler from her throat.
’Yes Sir. I want more, lots more, but he is my husband, and I do so love him.’ ‘Thwack,’ and again the weapon flew through the air to land beautifully on the reddening flesh.
’Aaghhhhh...godddd Sir, that stings!! Please stop, please...’ Sumanth turned the rod and inserted the first two inches of the huge penis dildo into Rehana’s by now soaking lips. He heard her moan with pleasure as her lips were stretched, and he just held the weapon inside her.
’so you have to admit, chinal, that you are enjoying the experiences you are getting at office, aren’t you?’
’God Sir, it’s so different, so new, so......but not the pain, Sir. I’m obedient to you aren’t I? I do everything that you tell me to do, dress how you want me to, but there’s no need for the......Aaghhhhhhhh,’ and she screamed once more as Sumanth whipped the dildo out and lashed the tawse across Rehana’s backside one more time. She could feel the throbbing in her ass, the heat forming deep in her flesh, and she didn’t know how many more strikes she could take. Sumanth continued the interrogation.
’Yes Sir. I understand, Sir! What sort of function are we attending tomorrow, Sir?’
’I will explain that to you in a moment, whilst we are treating you and conditioning you to your behavioral patterns.’ Sumanth rose from his desk and moved to the item leaning against the wall. ‘Know what this is, chinal?’ Rehana nodded a frightened negative. ‘Well, it’s used for training ladies like you to be grateful for the way they should behave towards their superiors. In this case, it will persuade you how to behave with your husband, because I shall know, chinal, I shall know what you are doing with that bastard of a husband, all the time. This will leave you in no doubt about how I want you to behave.’
Rehana shivered at what Sumanth might mean....training?...conditioning?...grateful? God, what was this ominous looking contraption, she wondered. She watched him move the item away from the wall and move it to the centre of his office. It was made of wood, about 4ft high, and was like a wooden ‘horse,’ which pulled open at the bottom to form a sort of triangular bench. There was a padded plank across the top, 6 inches wide and about 3ft in width, and when Sumanth opened it, Rehana could see immediately how it worked. She shivered again, her heart beating faster and faster as she also knew what Sumanth had in mind.
Down each of the four legs of the horse were leather straps, and across the padded top was another length of strap which could be tied over anything that was laid over the top!! Rehana took a deep breath again, her breasts heaving up and down with terrible expectation.
’God, Mr Sumanth.......not me, no, no, please...............n..Not...,’ but her head looked at the floor again with embarrassment, and she waited for Sumanth to speak again.
’Stand in front of it chinal, and open your legs. Go on, right up close and take a good look. It’s a ‘carpenter’s horse,’ used in the workshops, but I thought it would be ideal for persuading you how I want you to behave, and what is expected of you tomorrow at the function you will attend.’ Sumanth moved behind the woman as she moved her thighs gingerly apart. Then she suddenly felt his fingers run down the cheeks of her ass and between her legs. He found the lips of her cunt straight away and could feel her becoming wet....was it fear or excitement? As Sumanth slid two fingers up into Rehana’s cunt, he felt her moan and shiver at his touch.
’Good girl, good girl chinal. You like this attention, don’t you. It’s what you need, isn’t it? Well, you’re going to get a lot more of this sort of attention. Tomorrow, as sponsors of the tournament, the company have hired a suite of rooms at the ‘Taj palace hotel,’ where one of the teams are staying, and you and I are going along to have drinks and socialize with them......and I mean socialize, chinal! But first we will discuss your husband.......lean over the horse.’
Oh God, Mr Sumanth, Sir. I can’t, it’s too....oh please, Sir,’ but Rehana took a step forward and put her hands on the padded plank running across the top.
’Over it, chinal. I want you to lean right over the horse.’ Sumanth waited and watched his slave contemplate her actions. She shuffled and whimpered and looked back at her Master with pleading eyes, but then Rehana moved up onto tip-toe and let her head and arms go over the horse and down the other side. In her nakedness, she looked fantastic, her ass jutting deliciously out, but it wasn’t right yet for Sumanth. He moved up close to her body and lifted her by the waist. The strength of his hands on her body sent another little thrill through Rehana’s loins, and she could feel the moist forming, but then he was lifting her up until her waist was resting on the padded plank and her legs and arms were hanging down either side of the central plank. She was not able to touch the floor on either side, and Rehana felt suspended as she lay on the padding.
Oh my God, this is so humiliating, she thought, lying naked and across this wooden horse; and she could feel Sumanth fiddling behind her. She felt him grab one of her ankles and pull it to the side where he strapped it to the wooden leg with the leather cuff. He then did the same with her other ankle. Sumanth then moved round the horse to her front where he did exactly the same thing with her wrists.....strapping them apart to the two front legs. Rehana was a naked prisoner, her body balancing over a wooden horse, her arms and legs restrained and stretched wide apart, with her wonderful big fair ass jutting out, and her vagina and gaand wide open to her tormentor’s gaze. As one last gesture, Sumanth took the strap across the top of the horse and fed it over Rehana’s back before fastening it again, to keep her completely secure and in place.
There was a deathly silence as Sumanth admired the body strapped securely before him. He marvelled at just how easily he had gotten her to submit. Sumanth stood behind the horse and just gazed at the wonderful quivering ass cheeks, the open thighs showing off the hard, brown ass hole and the soft lips of Rehana’s luscious cunt. She couldn’t do anything but close her eyes, thinking how embarrassing and humiliating her position looked. But this was Sumanth dominating and controlling her, the kind of control that she often secretly craved for when she played with herself in the privacy of her own home. God, this was the stuff of Rehana’s dreams, and her nightmares, but what was he about to do to her now?
She saw him return to his desk and take something from his drawer. Oh my God, she could see it as she stretched her neck up and looked sideways. It was a black rod, about 2 ft in length, but oh so threatening. One end was rubber and shaped like a thick, black penis, but the other end was a tawse, with a dozen or so thin leather strips hanging from the end.
’No, no....no Sir. Please Master.....not across........’ she hung her head back down and waited!!!
Sumanth knew what he had to do; the chinal was going to learn that she must never ever disobey him again.
’So you fucked your miserable husband, did you chinal?’ Sumanth waited.
’Ye...yes...yes Sir, but only one ti.....’ but she couldn’t finish as Sumanth held the rubber Lund and flailed the taws through the air, landing the strips of leather right across the bare buttocks that looked so inviting.
Rehana moaned and winced with a pain never before experienced. She tried desperately to escape her bounds, but the wicked horse held her firmly in place preventing any possible escape, Thwack....Thwack.....Thwack....landed the leather on her exposed and vulnerable body.
’Ahh.......oooooooooooooh noooooooooooooooo.’ and Rehana tried to keep her anguish silent, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
’Is he a good fuck, chinal. Does he give you a good fuck when he’s on top of you?’
’I like my husband fucki.....Ahhhhhhhhhh,’ and another strike swished through the air, striking the target perfectly again. ‘No, no Master. It’s not a good fuck...it, it.....it doesn’t satisfy me like I need, Sir’. Sumanth smiled to himself as he realized that this was the way to turn his compliant employee into just the obedient slave he desired.
’You want more, chinal, don’t you?’ Swishhhhhhh, and the tawse again cracked across Rehana’s shaking rump, sending up another throttled holler from her throat.
’Yes Sir. I want more, lots more, but he is my husband, and I do so love him.’ ‘Thwack,’ and again the weapon flew through the air to land beautifully on the reddening flesh.
’Aaghhhhh...godddd Sir, that stings!! Please stop, please...’ Sumanth turned the rod and inserted the first two inches of the huge penis dildo into Rehana’s by now soaking lips. He heard her moan with pleasure as her lips were stretched, and he just held the weapon inside her.
’so you have to admit, chinal, that you are enjoying the experiences you are getting at office, aren’t you?’
’God Sir, it’s so different, so new, so......but not the pain, Sir. I’m obedient to you aren’t I? I do everything that you tell me to do, dress how you want me to, but there’s no need for the......Aaghhhhhhhh,’ and she screamed once more as Sumanth whipped the dildo out and lashed the tawse across Rehana’s backside one more time. She could feel the throbbing in her ass, the heat forming deep in her flesh, and she didn’t know how many more strikes she could take. Sumanth continued the interrogation.
Looking into the mirrored tile wall, Rehana turned sideways, lifting her white nightgown above her waist and then lowering the matching white panties. There, on her soft smooth ass cheeks, was the evidence of the beating she had suffered earlier in the day, her fair big ass cheeks were covered in small red/blue bruises from the leather whip Sumanth had used during his conquest of her.
Pulling her panties up and dropping the nightdress back into position, Rehana could still not believe she had acted as normal as she had done . Tears slipping from her eyes yet again, she looked at herself in the mirror, ‘Oh God, please tell me why didn’t I tell Saleem everything at the start, for Gods sake why?’
Rehana knew she had shamed herself, her husband and family. How could she have succumbed to such a chinaly display of lust after the ordeals her tormentor had inflicted upon her? He had abused her body, the body she had for so long kept trim and shapely for her loving husband. How could she betray him this way? Rehana knew that she had to continue submitting to Sumanth to come out of the problem of holding on to the company . But what bothered her even worse was that she was not only enjoying her submission, she was beginning to yearn for it. ‘Why oh why do I need it so badly?’
Before finally drifting off to sleep, she also thought of the function the next evening, where Sumanth expected her to ‘socialise’ with the guests that his business was sponsoring. She knew she would have to dress to please!!!
The next afternoon, Rehana got out of the car in the hotel ‘TAJ PALACE’ car park, as close to five o’clock as she could get, and felt as nervous as hell when she walked into the hotel foyer and up to the reception desk. She knew that all eyes were upon her as she had obeyed Sumanth completely, and dressed accordingly. After a hot shower at home, she had sat and taken great pains with her mascara, eye-liner and lipstick and had painted her finger and toe nails pink to go with the outfit she had chosen. She brushed her black hair long, put on seductive jewellery, and Rehana’s face looked a picture of sexual excitement.
She looked as hot as hell and really tantalizing. The saree was a white chiffon, tight and stunningly thin and worn as tight as possible on her body, with just one little button at the front of the navel see and it to hold it in position just below her navel, low down on Rehana’s hips. The tight blouse was also pink to match the tiny thong Rehana had been allowed to wear, but the blouse fitted her wonderful breasts beautifully, thrusting them up and forward and, with no bra, Rehana’s nipples were already sticking out like bullets, pointing proudly as she moved to the desk. Her clear, platform high-heeled shoes again added to her height as they carried the shapely, fair legs across the floor, and the hotel staff were drooling openly at the pink vision with the fair skin in their midst.
To add to the sexual overtone of the outfit, emblazoned across the chest of the blouse, just where the voluptuous tits thrust forward to devour the onlooker, lunds in the hotel reception began to stir vigorously in their trousers even at the innuendo in the logo. Rehana was certainly a hit before she had even spoken.
’I’m with the Mr Sumanth’s function,’ she clearly stated to the good looking young man behind the desk. ‘Is it possible you might be able to show me to their suite?’ He smiled and said he would take Rehana to the rooms himself, and there was almost a competition to take her up in the lift. The young man took in the aroma of the perfume, and managed to glimpse the large breasts heaving at Rehana’s deep neck blouse as he stood no more than a foot away from her in the elevator. Rehana knew he was leering and lusting after her, and turned to give the young man a smile as the lift reached the 5th floor. As they got out, Rehana could already hear the music and conversation coming from behind one of the doors on the floor.
’Thank you young man.....I take it it’s that door over there?’
’I have to take you and introduce you, Mam. Just follow me and the usher led the few yards and knocked on the door, entering without waiting for an answer. ‘There you are, Mam, Mr Sumanth’s function. Have a nice day!!’ Rehana smiled again and gave the boy a generous tip, and then she was in the suite, trying to take everything in that was happening.
This was the lounge, with sofas and plush armchairs, and one big table with food and drink filling it to brimming point. The dbangs were open on the huge double windows, other doors led off at the side of the room, people were milling about in groups, talking, laughing, eating and drinking and yet there seemed to be a deathly hush as Rehana made her way into the crowded room. She immediately saw Sumanth talking with a group of men, some small and some huge, obviously members of the cricket team. All heads turned towards the sexy lady in the hot clothing, but Rehana just thrust out her chest and grabbed a drink and took a sip.
She wandered over to the window and could see people milling about in the grounds of the hotel below, where there was a pleasant park and a beautiful stream running through the grounds. She felt a body at her shoulder and couldn’t mistake Sumanth’s voice as he spoke.
’Glad you could make it, Rehana. This is Martin, coach of the cricket team. I have told him you will be able to stay for a few hours and get to know the players......aren’t that right, chinal?’ Rehana blushed at him using the word ‘chinal’ in front of a stranger, but Martin was only about 5ft, podgy build, and he couldn’t take his eyes off Rehana’s big tits thrusting out at him only inches away as she turned round. He sort of leered as Rehana said hello, and he carried on smiling at him, and Rehana had to turn round and look out of the window again.
The disco music was thumping round the room, but Rehana could hear the conversation between the two men and knew their eyes were drilling into her body from behind. She drank nervously and looked at the people enjoying the evening sun
’Good ass and legs on her, Sumanth, and those tits are something else so huge and look so full! Does she fuck?’
’Oh, I expect you would be able to find that out for yourself. Take her into one of the bedrooms and have a look at her. Show her to the guys. That’s what she’s here for!’ Sumanth replied. Rehana turned round and gave Sumanth an acid look.
’She doesn’t fuck for this ass-hole, Mr Sumanth, Sir.’ Rehana was being brave.
’Follow Mr Martin, chinal, and what have I told you before about disobeying me?’ She saw Martin grinning and still eying up her big tits through thin material of her blouse, and when he grabbed her arm, there was nothing Rehana could do. He led her roughly through the onlookers and entered one of the huge bedrooms off the lounge. There was a huge double bed, beautiful carpet and dbangs, and there was another double window looking out over the same view as the lounge. Rehana pulled away from the lecherous old coach and turned to face him.
’if you think you are going to get anywhere near me, punk, you would better think again!’
’I don’t think so, darling. You know why Sumanth has brought you here, don’t you? And it’s not to serve the drinks! I have only got to call him in here and you know he will just click his fingers and that will be that, won’t it, Madam Rehana? You are here for me and the guys, and we have just had a hard game in the tournament and want some relaxation, you hot mature, chinal.’
Rehana knew he was right, but she couldn’t bear the thought of this little oil slick touching her body. If she could just amuse him a little, and perhaps satisfy his dirty curiosity, she might be able to keep him at bay. She knew that Sumanth could just tell her what to do.......in fact he HAD told her what to do.....and she had no option but to obey.
’What do you want then? Want me to shake my tits, do you?’ she said sarcastically to the little guy, and Rehana shook her chest and her wonderful breasts hammered against the pink thin blouse material, wobbling so erotically that Martin nearly had a heart attack there and then.
’That’s better, sweetheart, so much better. You are getting to understand now, aren’t you? Your boss is just getting a few of the guys on the team together and sending them in here, so you’d better be a nice chinal for us, or we will just have to get Sumanth in here to put you right. OK? Now let’s have a look at those big tits.....’
Just then, the door opened and five younger guys walked in, all holding beers and immediately looking at the sexy woman in pink blouse and white thin chiffon saree.a perfect Aunty MILF material that the young guys dream to fuck often.
’Come in guys, come in. The hot MILF here was just going to lift that little blouse and show me her enormous tits. Isn’t that right, honey?’ The door closed and Rehana eyed up the young men. They were all tall, hunky and handsome, in their twenties, and obviously players on the team, with muscles in the right places, and all dressed casually in jeans and tee shirts. ‘This is anmol, Babu, Praksh, Chandra and Roy....guys, this is Rehana. Doesn’t she look hot and gorgeous? Now, about those tits, sweetie pie.’ Martin was obnoxious but at least Rehana liked the physiques and the smiles coming from the young men. It was now or never and, deep in her heart, Rehana was aware of her role at the social function.
Slowly, she removed the pallu of her saree and dropped it on the waist and then she took the hem of the thin, pink blouse unbutton one by one buttons off and began to roll it up her tummy. There was more silence as 6 pairs of eyes watched the display with goggle eyes. Rehana had to really pull at the tight blouse to get it over her big round soft breasts but suddenly those glorious melons sprang into view as Rehana managed to get the blouse up to her neck and hold it there. Her tits were stunning; her nipples rock hard and pointing at the 6 men. They all seemed to take a step forward at the same time to get a closer look, and soft whistles emanated from more than one man.
’Wow, fantastic, great tits, luscious body...what the fucking tits aunty has..’ All sorts of complimentary sounds came from the onlookers’ mouths and Rehana just held the blouse right up to allow her breasts to be admired. One of the men, Anmol perhaps, moved forward, a beautiful smile on his face, and looked right into Rehana’s eyes. She didn’t move from his hypnotic stare and when his hand sneaked out to touch her left tit, she just couldn’t move, shivering a little at the young man’s caress.
Taking heed from Anmol’s example, all the guys moved to stroke Rehana’s skin in any place they could find a space. Suddenly, hands were all over her body and Rehana could feel the familiar wetness starting to form in the crutch of her pink thong. She was easily aroused, partly because she knew she had no control of events, but mainly because this type of domination was just what Rehana yearned for day after day after day. She could feel her nipples expanding, her cunt becoming soft and wet, and to have 5, 6 or more hands wandering about on her shapely body gave the wife and mother such a new and unusual thrill.
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