Misc. Erotica The Exploitation of Innocent Sonal - by hornynri

[ray.rowdy]

"So Sonal, my lovely friend." Raul said, putting his arm around her and squeezing her shoulder hard. "Where are you from?"

 

"My....my.........Miami." Sonal said, having trouble finding the right syllables.

 

"Your your Miami? Cool. But you have an accent. Where are you REALLY from?" Raul asked, exerting tremendous willpower to not fondle her right there.

 

"India." Sonal absent-mindedly answered as she scanned the crowd. From this spot, she had a better view of the seating area. And there he was, her husband Sharad, staring at her intently. The blond girl had her legs on his lap, and she noticed that Sharad himself now held a drink in his hand. She tried to interpret the look on Sharad's face, when Raul squeezed her shoulder very hard. And she realized that he had been asking her something.

 

"Sonal, let me ask you again. Do you love giving blowjobs?" And the crowd cheered wildly. "You certainly have a mouth that looks like it would look great with a dick shoved in it."

 

Sonal just looked at Raul wide-eyed and then at the crowd, like a deer in the headlights. Had Raul asked all the girls such obscene questions, she wondered. As she stayed silent for a few more seconds, Raul slipped his hands down her back and pinched her hard on the waist. Then he whispered "say yes, bitch!"

 

"Umm...Yes." Sonal said into the mic shyly. And the crowd went wild again. They were not used to seeing Indian women be so forward. Most of the members in the crowd had interacted only with demure and shy Indian women in gas stations, motels, restaurants, and tech companies.

 

"No need to be so bashful, Sonal." Raul said, and reached for the water. Before he dunked the water on her, he whispered in her ear "take off your jeans when you go there."

 

Sonal also let out a squeal, like the other girls, when she felt really how cold the water was. It made her shiver, and her nipples stood at attention immediately, poking through even the two layers they were under. The crowd clapped as Raul pushed her to the front of the stage. Sonal staggered forward and came to a stop just before the edge. the music started blaring.

 

"Dance, Sonal, Dance!" Raul said into the mic and the crowd started cheering.

 

Sonal had never been much of a dancer. Her conservative upbringing never gave any opportunities for it. She started moving and swaying awkwardly to the music, and a few seconds later, the crowd started chanting "show your tits! show your tits!" Sonal thought to herself that she should at least play with her t-shirt like the other girls had. So put her hands on the t-shirt and started flipping its front up and down, although still keeping her boobs covered.

 

And then, her eyes fell on her husband. Sharad was staring at her wide-eyed, with a look that conveyed that he was either very upset or very turned on. The blonde woman had a hand on his chest. She looked into Sonal's eyes, then smiled, and took Sharad's hand and put it under her bikini top. Sharad absent-mindedly fondled the boobs even as he stared at his wife, standing there, with her clothes wet, showing off her figure.

 

The crowd was getting really impatient and chanting a lot of other stuff, so Sonal finally flipped the front of her t-shirt upwards, showing her semi-covered tits. And the crowd loved it, chanting "one more time!" She did it again, and then started walking back to where Annie was standing. Her eyes had now gotten used to the glare of the floodlights and she could see the audience more clearly. She threw one look at Sharad, whose expression was unchanged even as he fondled the blonde's breasts. Then she looked at Raul who was glowering at her angrily, and she remembered, he had told her to take her jeans off.

 

Now actually, no matter what he had told her, there was no way he could force her in front of the crowd. She could have just ignored him. But Sonal, for some reason found herself compelled to do it. Maybe it was her reaction to seeing her husband fool around with another woman. Maybe it was the alcohol that was having an effect. Or maybe Raul had been right. Sonal was, deep inside, a submissive, who loved being dominated, and once someone asserted himself on her, took pleasure in obeying them like a slave.

 

Whatever the reason, Sonal turned around and walked back to the spot where she had stood. The crowd cheered again. Now, with her eyes firmly locked into her husband's with both their faces wearing serious expressions, she unbuttoned her jeans. Time seemed to tick by in slow motion as she undid the zipper. The crowd was going really wild. Sharad, as if being defiant in his own way, pulled the blond into an embrace and started kissing her.

 

That did it for Sonal. She slipped the jeans off and stepped out of them, kicking them away. What she ended up doing was kicking them into the audience, who immediately took the jeans and started fighting over who should have that souvenir. And there she stood, only a thong covering her lower body. Sharad broke the kiss and stared at his wife with an open mouth. He could not believe how different she seemed, even in the way she was moving. Almost swaggering back to her place. As she turned, the crowd got a glimpse of her exquisite ass which was barely covered by the thong. And there was no doubt. At least in the first round, no one had gotten as much applause as Sonal. Her original intention of getting eliminated in the first round lay in tatters.

 

Sonal looked at Raul, who now had a big smile on his face. When she walked back, Annie hugged her tightly and started laughing.

 

"Wow, girl! You really have guts! I wanted to do that, but felt too scared to do it so soon."

 

Sonal smiled and reached for the vodka bottle, taking a few more swigs. She was beginning to actually enjoy this now. And the vodka, which first had tasted crappy, started tasting good too.

 

Raul then announced on the mic that it was time to send two of the women away. He told the audience he would take each woman's name, and they should applaud for the ones they liked. The ones with the least applause and noise would be eliminated. Raul started calling out the names one by one and the crowd responded.

 

Two of the blond women were sent off. One was pretty, but was a little too thin, anorexic even. The other one was pretty and had a good body, but had been really restrained, not even raised her t-shirt, so her prudish attitude got her the boot. There was no doubt who the two most popular ones were though - Annie and Sonal. When each of their names were announced, the crowds almost brought the house down. The remaining four women were giving the two very bitchy resentful looks.