02-05-2019, 07:48 PM
There was a lot of excited an nervous murmuring as I walked with the men, my blouse open and tits hanging out. Shafiq was overcome by arousal when he saw that I didn't even bat an eyelid walking exposed like that in the open, that he started spurting his jizz right there on the street. It wasn't really a big deal for me. It was the middle of the afternoon in a remote place and I didn't see any onlookers nearby.
I was taken to what seemed like the relatively largest jhopdi towards the back. The ten men and I walked into an unevenly shaped rectangular hut with mud walls, a thatched roof, earthern floor, and just some bare minimum bedding and cooking material.
"How do you want to do this?" Birju asked me as the men stared at my erect nipples.
"I don't know. It's not something I am too experienced with. And it was your idea." I shrugged.
"Are you okay sucking all their dicks?"
"Why else do you think I am here? For the view? But remember, you have to get me proof about Vinay and Barkha."
"Yeah, yeah." Birju waved a hand dismissively.
The poor thin laborers were all standing crowded in a corner, too scared to make a move. Shafiq looked the most relieved, now that I had already wanked his tension off. The others still seemed unsure if this was actually going to happen. I wondered if they had heard about me from those other Bangali men I exposed myself to and fucked in the outhouse. Did all migrants also talk and gossip like the people of our town? Was I known even to these men as a slut? Did they think I had a Bangali fetish?
"Okay, men. Here's how things will progress. Everybody stand in a line. With your dicks out. Memsaab will show you her pussy. It's probably a shaved pink pussy like with rich high class women. Won't you like to see that? And if you're nice, maybe she'll even show you her ass. You can see how nice, big and round the ass is. And then she will suck your dicks. Remember not to be impolite.And don't tell anyone this has happened. In return, you know my usual fee as broker."
I watched amazed and disgusted as Birju went around collecting 50 rupees from each of the men. He had talked about how he used to arrange for women to come and fuck these men. I had thought of it as idle chatter meant to get me excited.
"What's with the money? Who said anything about money?" I asked Birju angrily.
"It's my finder's fee. And trust me memsaab, when they pay something, they actually behave better. If you're just going to be giving it away for free, they will not respect you."
It was a very bizarre kind of logic but I let it go. The nine men lined up soon, some fully naked, some just bottomless. Not all were erect. Some were furiously playing with their dicks, trying to coax life into them. These men were probably intimidated by the confident presence of a tall fair high class memsaab in their midst. Maybe they thought it was too good to be true. And they didn't know that I already done much more with some of their compatriots.
I started unwrapping the black sari, looking at the men turn by turn. My opened blouse was still on and the boobs still hung out of my bra. I rolled up the sari without wrinkling it and put it on top of a small mattress.
"Memsaab, just show them a glimpse of your pussy for maybe 20 seconds. And then put it away. You don't want the men trying something more that has not been agreed to." Birju said, rubbing his own crotch.
"Okay." I said, amused at Birju's bizarre sense of propriety. He's the one who first offered me up to these men. And now he was the one orchestrating things and making money off my body. And yet, also giving me cautionary advice.
What if the men tried something more, I wondered as I looked at their lean tight dark brown bodies and their skinny petrified faces. Birju was the one who seemed to have a problem with it, probably because he probably wanted to have me to himself. After all, other than the forced blowjob in the woods, he had never really gotten a real shot at me. I on the other hand, was feeling a sexual cyclone brewing in my loins as I looked at the men politely lined up.
Did I have a fetish for poor thin migrant workers from Bangladesh, I wondered? Even during the whole time with Jamal, I soent more time everyday thinking about what those men thought of me, if they liked what the saw, and their general opinion about my character. I never gave two hoots about what Jamal thought or even earlier, what Bajwa thought or these other nukkad guys thought of me. But when it came to Bangladeshi workers, my heart would started beating faster and my mind would start racing.
Even now, as I untied the knot of my petticoat, I stared at those eager faces, those intense black eyes, those shuddering hard dicks, and started wondering what they thought of me. A high class prostitute or just a horny characterless housewife with a taste for strangers' cocks?
I was taken to what seemed like the relatively largest jhopdi towards the back. The ten men and I walked into an unevenly shaped rectangular hut with mud walls, a thatched roof, earthern floor, and just some bare minimum bedding and cooking material.
"How do you want to do this?" Birju asked me as the men stared at my erect nipples.
"I don't know. It's not something I am too experienced with. And it was your idea." I shrugged.
"Are you okay sucking all their dicks?"
"Why else do you think I am here? For the view? But remember, you have to get me proof about Vinay and Barkha."
"Yeah, yeah." Birju waved a hand dismissively.
The poor thin laborers were all standing crowded in a corner, too scared to make a move. Shafiq looked the most relieved, now that I had already wanked his tension off. The others still seemed unsure if this was actually going to happen. I wondered if they had heard about me from those other Bangali men I exposed myself to and fucked in the outhouse. Did all migrants also talk and gossip like the people of our town? Was I known even to these men as a slut? Did they think I had a Bangali fetish?
"Okay, men. Here's how things will progress. Everybody stand in a line. With your dicks out. Memsaab will show you her pussy. It's probably a shaved pink pussy like with rich high class women. Won't you like to see that? And if you're nice, maybe she'll even show you her ass. You can see how nice, big and round the ass is. And then she will suck your dicks. Remember not to be impolite.And don't tell anyone this has happened. In return, you know my usual fee as broker."
I watched amazed and disgusted as Birju went around collecting 50 rupees from each of the men. He had talked about how he used to arrange for women to come and fuck these men. I had thought of it as idle chatter meant to get me excited.
"What's with the money? Who said anything about money?" I asked Birju angrily.
"It's my finder's fee. And trust me memsaab, when they pay something, they actually behave better. If you're just going to be giving it away for free, they will not respect you."
It was a very bizarre kind of logic but I let it go. The nine men lined up soon, some fully naked, some just bottomless. Not all were erect. Some were furiously playing with their dicks, trying to coax life into them. These men were probably intimidated by the confident presence of a tall fair high class memsaab in their midst. Maybe they thought it was too good to be true. And they didn't know that I already done much more with some of their compatriots.
I started unwrapping the black sari, looking at the men turn by turn. My opened blouse was still on and the boobs still hung out of my bra. I rolled up the sari without wrinkling it and put it on top of a small mattress.
"Memsaab, just show them a glimpse of your pussy for maybe 20 seconds. And then put it away. You don't want the men trying something more that has not been agreed to." Birju said, rubbing his own crotch.
"Okay." I said, amused at Birju's bizarre sense of propriety. He's the one who first offered me up to these men. And now he was the one orchestrating things and making money off my body. And yet, also giving me cautionary advice.
What if the men tried something more, I wondered as I looked at their lean tight dark brown bodies and their skinny petrified faces. Birju was the one who seemed to have a problem with it, probably because he probably wanted to have me to himself. After all, other than the forced blowjob in the woods, he had never really gotten a real shot at me. I on the other hand, was feeling a sexual cyclone brewing in my loins as I looked at the men politely lined up.
Did I have a fetish for poor thin migrant workers from Bangladesh, I wondered? Even during the whole time with Jamal, I soent more time everyday thinking about what those men thought of me, if they liked what the saw, and their general opinion about my character. I never gave two hoots about what Jamal thought or even earlier, what Bajwa thought or these other nukkad guys thought of me. But when it came to Bangladeshi workers, my heart would started beating faster and my mind would start racing.
Even now, as I untied the knot of my petticoat, I stared at those eager faces, those intense black eyes, those shuddering hard dicks, and started wondering what they thought of me. A high class prostitute or just a horny characterless housewife with a taste for strangers' cocks?
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