06-08-2021, 09:34 AM
It was difficult awakening Madhu in the morning, but I did it. I carried her to the car and drove her to the hospital, checked her in and waited as the doctor came out. He told her to lie on the Gurney. Then, a nurse gave her the preoperative anesthetic.
"You can leave now," he said to me.
"What are you going to do to my wife?"
"Exactly what Mr. Malik told me to do. He'll explain it to you."
I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Malik, as he had instructed me. I couldn't find his secretary so I knocked on the door and identified myself. He told me to come in.
Mr. Malik was sitting behind his desk.
"Good morning, Ajay. What can I do for you?" His voice sounded strained.
"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?"
Mr. Malik let out a small groan and his head went back. He moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips start to buck. I thought he was masturbating. Right here as I watched. He gasped as his face turned red. He gave one powerful thrust. It seemed an hour as he held that position. Then he relaxed.
I didn't know what to do. I stood there with my heart pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could remember.
"Good job, Sonya," he said. "Now, give Ajay one."
He slid his chair back and his secretary climbed out from under his desk. Her makeup was smeared, her lipstick spread all over her face. Her hair was in tangles. Cum dripped down her chin and her tongue snaked out to lick it away. She had a wild, sexual look in her eyes.
"Pull your pants down and have a seat, Ajay," Mr. Malik said.
I sat with my pants around my ankles. Sonya wobbled over and collapsed between my legs. She wrapped her mouth around my cock. Nobody had ever seen me have sex before. Nobody but my slut wife. Nobody but her had ever sucked my cock. But I was getting a blow job from my boss' secretary as he watched me. She sucked cock a lot better than my wife.
I couldn't hold back. I shot, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed. She stayed between my legs and rested, too tired to stand.
"I'm sure you want to know what I'm having done to my slut," Mr. Malik said. "I'll tell you. She's having extensive plastic surgery. First, breast implants. She's a B-cup, Ajay. They'll make her a DD-cup. That's the size of Pamela Lee, if you were wondering. She's having liposuction which will remove about three to four inches off her stomach and waist. The combination of the two will make her have an hourglass figure. I don't like her nose. They'll rebuild that the way I want it.
I decided to have her pierced while she's there. I wanted her to be able to feel it, so they'll do the piercings separate from her surgery and without anesthesia. It'll be painful and she'll remember it. It'll make her feel more slutty, Ajay. Don't think I'm cruel to her. I really like Madhu. Sluts like to be treated harshly."
"Yes, sir. Where will she be pierced?"
"She'll have a small, round brad in her tongue. The brad's raised with bumps on it. It feels great when she sucks your cock. They're piercing her navel. I had some jewelry made for her."
He handed me a small jewelry box. I opened it. Inside was a charm like teenage girls wear around their neck with their names dangling from a gold chain. Except this was not a name. This said "slut."
"Finally, her pussy. Three gold rings on each side, six in total. Yes, she'll be well pierced."
"That sounds like a lot," I said.
"You can leave now," he said to me.
"What are you going to do to my wife?"
"Exactly what Mr. Malik told me to do. He'll explain it to you."
I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Malik, as he had instructed me. I couldn't find his secretary so I knocked on the door and identified myself. He told me to come in.
Mr. Malik was sitting behind his desk.
"Good morning, Ajay. What can I do for you?" His voice sounded strained.
"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?"
Mr. Malik let out a small groan and his head went back. He moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips start to buck. I thought he was masturbating. Right here as I watched. He gasped as his face turned red. He gave one powerful thrust. It seemed an hour as he held that position. Then he relaxed.
I didn't know what to do. I stood there with my heart pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could remember.
"Good job, Sonya," he said. "Now, give Ajay one."
He slid his chair back and his secretary climbed out from under his desk. Her makeup was smeared, her lipstick spread all over her face. Her hair was in tangles. Cum dripped down her chin and her tongue snaked out to lick it away. She had a wild, sexual look in her eyes.
"Pull your pants down and have a seat, Ajay," Mr. Malik said.
I sat with my pants around my ankles. Sonya wobbled over and collapsed between my legs. She wrapped her mouth around my cock. Nobody had ever seen me have sex before. Nobody but my slut wife. Nobody but her had ever sucked my cock. But I was getting a blow job from my boss' secretary as he watched me. She sucked cock a lot better than my wife.
I couldn't hold back. I shot, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed. She stayed between my legs and rested, too tired to stand.
"I'm sure you want to know what I'm having done to my slut," Mr. Malik said. "I'll tell you. She's having extensive plastic surgery. First, breast implants. She's a B-cup, Ajay. They'll make her a DD-cup. That's the size of Pamela Lee, if you were wondering. She's having liposuction which will remove about three to four inches off her stomach and waist. The combination of the two will make her have an hourglass figure. I don't like her nose. They'll rebuild that the way I want it.
I decided to have her pierced while she's there. I wanted her to be able to feel it, so they'll do the piercings separate from her surgery and without anesthesia. It'll be painful and she'll remember it. It'll make her feel more slutty, Ajay. Don't think I'm cruel to her. I really like Madhu. Sluts like to be treated harshly."
"Yes, sir. Where will she be pierced?"
"She'll have a small, round brad in her tongue. The brad's raised with bumps on it. It feels great when she sucks your cock. They're piercing her navel. I had some jewelry made for her."
He handed me a small jewelry box. I opened it. Inside was a charm like teenage girls wear around their neck with their names dangling from a gold chain. Except this was not a name. This said "slut."
"Finally, her pussy. Three gold rings on each side, six in total. Yes, she'll be well pierced."
"That sounds like a lot," I said.
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