07-03-2021, 03:22 AM
Sonal could feel every single eye in that place boring through her nearly naked body as she took a couple of steps forward. The crowd, already aroused at the fantastic performances of the previous two contestants, was anxious to see how the exotic Indian beauty would try to top them.
"SO-NULL! SO-NULL!!" the chants rang out.
Sonal heard the chants and couldn't help but feel a little pleased at all the adulation. She had never been appreciated too effusively by a large number of people, although her family and her husband always said nice things about her. But this situation, where a huge crowd of strangers was cheering her and going crazy over her looks, made her feel appreciated greatly. Even if she was topless.
Suddenly she felt very self-aware and nervous. Here she was, on display like a whore. What was she doing? But then, she remembered, her husband had abandoned her and was supposedly banging some hot white woman.
"Can she take home the thousand bucks, everyone?" Raul said.
Oh yes, Sonal thought, a thousand dollars. Maybe she could win it. But she still felt nervous. Her knees were shaking. So she turned around.
"Where are you going, Sonal?" Raul asked in a mock disappointed voice But inside, he was feeling a little worried. Was this prude going to chicken out at the last minute.
But Sonal just needed a little liquid courage. She walked to the booze table, glugged a lot of vodka to calm down her nerves, and then turned to face the crowd again. The room was still spinning a little. But the vodka in her stomach sent a surge of happy warmth all through her body. She walked carefully to the front of the stage, making a note of how wet and slippery it was with all the beer that had been spilt there all night.
"Okay then!" Raul said standing next to her. She didn't even realize when he had sidle over. He was carrying a huge jug of beer. She knew what was coming.
"Get naked." he whispered in her ear while still keeping his smile intact.
"No." Sonal whispered back.
"Slut, I will spank you right here." his whisper was now menacing.
"You can't." Sonal defiantly answered. She was as surprised as Raul at the fight she was suddenly showing.
Raul sighed and realized that the stupid slut wasn't as stupid as he thought. He knew he had found her limits. He raised the beer jug and the crowd hollered as he dunked it on top of Sonal's head for the last time that night.
"Eeeeee!" Sonal cried out. The beer was a lot colder than in previous rounds. This was on purpose, by Raul's designs.
"Your two minutes start now." Raul took a few step back, staring at the perfect bubble butt he had spanked just a little while ago.
Sonal stood there, shivering by the onslaught of the cold beer. Her already erect nipples stood out even more. The crowd was still chanting her name. She started swaying and moving uncomfortably, trying to remember moves from all the item numbers she had seen in Bollywood movies. Her plan was simple. She would try to give them a seductive dance and hope that impressed them enough to choose her. Even if she didn't win, she would still get 500 dollars. That was substantial.
The crowd clapped and chanted her name as Sonal started dancing in what she thought was a clumsy way. But she didn't realize that she possessed natural grace and with every swish and jerk, she was treating the audience to unimaginably erotic views of her nearly naked body.
"TWIRL! TWIRL! TWIRL!"
A single voice near the stage started chanting. Soon others joined him and the whole crowd was asking the sexy Indian wife to twirl. Sonal smiled and decided to twirl. And instantly realized it was a big mistake.
The next few moments seemed to go by in slow motion. The stage was already very wet and sticky, with all the beer that had been poured there, and the sweat of the previous contestants. It was not the most twirling friendly surface. As soon as Sonal pushed her right foot into the floor to twirl, she first spun around. And then, her gorgeous ass covered in that thong visible to the crowd, she started losing balance. Her heels slipped. And the attempts made by her arms to regain balance were fruitless.
Our gorgeous shy innocent heroine slipped and fell backwards into the sea of men crowding by the edge of the stage.
For Sonal, it was a terrifying and surreal experience. One moment, she was on the stage, dancing and looking at the crowd through the bright floodlights. The next moment, she was falling backwards. All she could see was the dark sky above. And her smooth skin, which until then was being touched by just the remaining droplets of the beer poured by Raul, was being touched and felt up by dozens of unknown hands.
"WHOA!!!" Raul said. He didn't know if she had pulled this stunt on purpose or if she had fallen into the crowd accidentally. "Careful, guys." is all he could say.
He looked at the security guards mingling with the crowd. They were also confused. The rules they were supposed to follow were simple. If the woman chooses to do anything, let her do it. But don't let aggressive guys from the crowd harass the woman. That's the rule they had followed with Annie. She pulled a guy on stage and dry humped him, her choice. But other guys trying to climb on stage had to be pushed back.
With Sonal though, they weren't sure. Had this hot Indian decided to jump in the crowd in a bid to win the top prize? Or was this an accident? And with her gorgeous body now submerged in the sea of drunk hormonal young men, how could they find out?
Sonal meanwhile, was stunned. She wanted to scream but couldn't find her voice. She had fallen into a crowd of men, and the men had moved to catch her in their arms. Suddenly, her body was being groped and pinched by a couple of dozen hands. Two different sets of hands were squeezing her boobs. A random set of lips was suddenly pressed on top of hers and she was being kissed by a guy reeking of tobacco smoke. She was too shocked to make sense of any of this.
And then suddenly, she felt about 30 different fingers go inside the waistband of her panties.
"Nnnnn....." Sonal tried to protest but a different set of lips started kissing her, muffling her cries. And her eyes filled with tears as her panties were rapidly slipped off, leaving her completely naked at the mercy of a horny mob.
Raul saw the panties being flung in the air and was filled with dread. He had hosted dozens of such wet t-shirt contests. Never had a woman flung herself into the crowd. There was no precedent for this behavior. What was he supposed to do? Stop it?
Sonal meanwhile was having a panic attack. In addition to all the random hands fondling and squeezing her breasts and ass, she now detected a couple of fingers being inserted into her cunt. She tried to kick with her legs, but they were being grabbed by other hands. Sonal was being fondled and finger banged by a mob and she couldn't do anything about it. All the while, different mouths were also kissing her and depositing saliva in her mouth.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!!" a menacing voice bellowed out.
It was a 7 foot tall 200 kg black security guard who had seen enough to figure out that all this was being done against Sonal's will. He saw that the stupid Indian woman had slipped, and not meant it as a stunt.
The mostly white young men who were fulfilling their dream of having their way with a hot Indian woman, froze when they heard that. Suddenly, Sonal's nude body stopped being treated like a toy, and was held reverentially.
The big guard fought his way through the mob and picked up our naked heroine by grabbing her around her waist. He then pushed past the petrified white guys and deposited her terrified form back on the stage. As soon as Sonal felt the touch of the familiar surface, she quickly crawled away from the edge of the stage, still giving a great look of her newly shaved pussy and asshole to the crowd. She then turned around, wrapped her arms around her folded legs, and closing her eyes, just sat there, wondering what sin she had committed to deserve such a punishment.
"Ummm......two minutes up." said a shocked Raul. The gorgeous Indian looked so very fuckable folded up like that, but he had a job to do.
"Now then...." Raul continued. "Let's see who wins."
He beckoned to the blond and Annie who stepped forward and stood next to the shivering mess that was Sonal. Annie, completely naked, squatted and put a concerned gentle arm on her new friend's shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Mmmrrrmmm." Sonal just made a petrified sound in response.
And Raul started asking the audience to clap for whichever lady they liked the most.