17-05-2019, 05:32 PM
The Wedding 1.
She was made to dress like a beautiful Indian Bride. Perhaps, she was made looking more sexier and prettier, then she was looking in her own marriage. Of course as you all are aware, her marriage was very descent and not so elaborative. But here was she was wearing a expensive lehenga, lingerie exactly her size, expensive jewellary, and being worked on like a high class, rich bride. Everything seemed to her as dream.
Looking at her self, in mirror, Devika herself was astonished to see the perfect way she was looking. Her neatly done makeup. The lehenga she wore, was below her navel, and the blouse she wore, was little tighter so that her breasts can come out properly. Shekh, had arranged an expensive necklace for her. Back side of her choli, was only supported by two light threads, which were tied beautifully by the makeup guys. She was not allowed by her makeup guys to put Sindoor on her head, as they said its a wedding .
Looking at her self , deviated Devika once, but though she had become a famous, high class whore, but inside she was still an Indian Woman. Who did everything for her love, her husband. To make him happy, to give him happiness. Everytime she fucked her client, this satisfaction was there in her heart, that her husband is happy. But looking at the mirror, her eyes went towards the Managalsutra, which was hanging out from her neck. She had never had a courage to remove her mangalsutra, but offlate, whenever she had to go to sleep with her clients, she was to safely remove it and keep it in her purse. She was inside a traditional ***** indian lady, for her importance of mangalsutra was unique. Here till now whatever she was assuming was a drama, now she was becoming little uncomfortable. She was not able to realize what kind of game was being played. She was now started to get little apprehensive and nervous. No Indian lady would like to get married twice in her life. She did not know, how to respond. Her choices were very limited.
She looked at the mirror again, and slowly she removed her mangalsutra, wrapped it up, kissed it, touched it to his head, and put it into her purse. She was now ready to face a new chapter in her life.
Around 9PM, two girls knocked her door. They were just in panties. With no top. They looked professional bar tenders.
" Mam, we have come to take you, kindly follow us " One of them firmly but politely told her.
"Ok" She said.
The three of them started to walk towards the action area. Her nervous ness was increasing. THis was now a routine of her life, as she was to always get nervous before action. Though she had been bangd, tortured, and fucked at all positions , but still the start was always a nervy for her. She knew ultimately its gonna be something demanding . That made her little more nervous and anxious.
Looking at two almost nude girls, she also knew, that sex is something gonna be there. The two girls, which seemed to Russian ascent, were more hotter and sexier then her self. They looked composed, and sexy.
Slowly, loud music could be heard. As they started moving closer to the hall, the music became more louder, little more louder. And bang she was welcomed to the stage. Stage had few more women who were dressed in their culture wedding dress. Most of them of same age as Devika. She joined them on the stage.
On the middle of the stage, one American Black girl who was wearing a white color wedding gown, was standing upfront. One Shekh with two black men, was saying something in Arabic.
She was not able to understand what was happening. But from the voice she could not make it out that he was abusing her. Other people in the crowd were doing
" shame shame shame "
The bride - the beautiful girl, didnot understand a single word. But her cheeks looked red . She was slapped by the Shekh. The tears were flowing from the eyes of the women. She looked in pain.
The other women on the stage, looked very nervous. None of them had the clue of what was happening and they themselves did not know how to communicate among them selves.
That suddenly a Pakistani bride , started to speak in Urdu with Devika. Assuming that she is Indian.
" Fuck, she said, the Shekh is saying, that this girl was suppose to marry her, but she was caught sleeping with her slave. Now he is asking for justice. Oh my God, this is it, this is how they r gonna fuck us. Oh God. I am so scared "
Devika looked at her with stunt. "Are you sure. "
" Yes, thats what he is saying. The ten of us will be also going through this ordeal. Oh God have mercy "
The argument on the stage continued for a while.
The main shekh, who had organized the party came to the stage.
He spoke in English.
" This girl has done wrong, she should be punished. She should be punished so that no one ever repeat it again. She is a slut."
tbc
She was made to dress like a beautiful Indian Bride. Perhaps, she was made looking more sexier and prettier, then she was looking in her own marriage. Of course as you all are aware, her marriage was very descent and not so elaborative. But here was she was wearing a expensive lehenga, lingerie exactly her size, expensive jewellary, and being worked on like a high class, rich bride. Everything seemed to her as dream.
Looking at her self, in mirror, Devika herself was astonished to see the perfect way she was looking. Her neatly done makeup. The lehenga she wore, was below her navel, and the blouse she wore, was little tighter so that her breasts can come out properly. Shekh, had arranged an expensive necklace for her. Back side of her choli, was only supported by two light threads, which were tied beautifully by the makeup guys. She was not allowed by her makeup guys to put Sindoor on her head, as they said its a wedding .
Looking at her self , deviated Devika once, but though she had become a famous, high class whore, but inside she was still an Indian Woman. Who did everything for her love, her husband. To make him happy, to give him happiness. Everytime she fucked her client, this satisfaction was there in her heart, that her husband is happy. But looking at the mirror, her eyes went towards the Managalsutra, which was hanging out from her neck. She had never had a courage to remove her mangalsutra, but offlate, whenever she had to go to sleep with her clients, she was to safely remove it and keep it in her purse. She was inside a traditional ***** indian lady, for her importance of mangalsutra was unique. Here till now whatever she was assuming was a drama, now she was becoming little uncomfortable. She was not able to realize what kind of game was being played. She was now started to get little apprehensive and nervous. No Indian lady would like to get married twice in her life. She did not know, how to respond. Her choices were very limited.
She looked at the mirror again, and slowly she removed her mangalsutra, wrapped it up, kissed it, touched it to his head, and put it into her purse. She was now ready to face a new chapter in her life.
Around 9PM, two girls knocked her door. They were just in panties. With no top. They looked professional bar tenders.
" Mam, we have come to take you, kindly follow us " One of them firmly but politely told her.
"Ok" She said.
The three of them started to walk towards the action area. Her nervous ness was increasing. THis was now a routine of her life, as she was to always get nervous before action. Though she had been bangd, tortured, and fucked at all positions , but still the start was always a nervy for her. She knew ultimately its gonna be something demanding . That made her little more nervous and anxious.
Looking at two almost nude girls, she also knew, that sex is something gonna be there. The two girls, which seemed to Russian ascent, were more hotter and sexier then her self. They looked composed, and sexy.
Slowly, loud music could be heard. As they started moving closer to the hall, the music became more louder, little more louder. And bang she was welcomed to the stage. Stage had few more women who were dressed in their culture wedding dress. Most of them of same age as Devika. She joined them on the stage.
On the middle of the stage, one American Black girl who was wearing a white color wedding gown, was standing upfront. One Shekh with two black men, was saying something in Arabic.
She was not able to understand what was happening. But from the voice she could not make it out that he was abusing her. Other people in the crowd were doing
" shame shame shame "
The bride - the beautiful girl, didnot understand a single word. But her cheeks looked red . She was slapped by the Shekh. The tears were flowing from the eyes of the women. She looked in pain.
The other women on the stage, looked very nervous. None of them had the clue of what was happening and they themselves did not know how to communicate among them selves.
That suddenly a Pakistani bride , started to speak in Urdu with Devika. Assuming that she is Indian.
" Fuck, she said, the Shekh is saying, that this girl was suppose to marry her, but she was caught sleeping with her slave. Now he is asking for justice. Oh my God, this is it, this is how they r gonna fuck us. Oh God. I am so scared "
Devika looked at her with stunt. "Are you sure. "
" Yes, thats what he is saying. The ten of us will be also going through this ordeal. Oh God have mercy "
The argument on the stage continued for a while.
The main shekh, who had organized the party came to the stage.
He spoke in English.
" This girl has done wrong, she should be punished. She should be punished so that no one ever repeat it again. She is a slut."
tbc
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