21-01-2022, 02:06 PM
After several minutes of messaging Pinky's clitoris with his cock, Raj backed away from her. Sidharth turned her on her side facing him, in better position to finish sucking his cock. Her tiny, white hands ran up and down his long, thick, black shaft frantically trying to get Sidharth off and get this nightmare over with. Her small engagement ring was a real turn on for Sidharth as he watched her stroke him with it on her finger.
Sidharth grabbed Pinky's head and pulled her face into him. She felt his kinky pubic hairs scbang her lips. "Swallow it," he grunted, as she gaged on several mouthfuls of cum.
In the time it took Pinky to swallow all Sidharth's cum, Raj achieved a second erection and jerked her back to the edge of the desk. "What are you doing? No!" she yelled with the taste of Sidharth's semen still fresh in her mouth. She tried to sit up, but Sidharth held her down. "Lay down, Pinky! Raj isn't finished yet."
"No, I already had sex with both of you. I want to go home now."
She bucked trying to avoid having Raj's massive horse cock inside her a second time as he held her hips and tried re-entering her.
"Do you want home to be prison for the next five years?" Sidharth reminded Pinky as he pinned her shoulders to the desk top, helping Raj hold her down. She struggled against Sidharth's massive muscles, their solid weight pushing her down onto the wood's unyielding surface, but felt Raj's smooth, uncircumcised horse cock tightly slithering back inside her anyway. It wasn't as much pressure or discomfort as the first time he entered her.
"Ooh, God, no," Pinky exclaimed as a slow, steady rhythm that seduced her before resumed along with those tight, irresistible circles around her clit Raj made with his thumb.
"It's only 4:30 right now," Sidharth chuckled letting go of Pinky and pointing to his watch. "But I think you may be staying overtime tonight," he continued with a nauseating smile, his eyes landing on an embarrassing clit boner Raj's thumb mercilessly encouraged and exacerbated in Pinky.
"I can't -- no, stop it. Atul's expecting me. He will come looking for me," Pinky tried threatening.
Sidharth laughed dryly. Raj continued unfazed by Pinky's warning, the fence locked and the dogs guarding the premises against unwanted intruders. Poor Pinky held no inkling how hollow her protests rang -- didn't fully grasp the checkmate her assailants had carefully planned for two weeks and put her in.
*******
Sidharth leaned back in Amit's chair with an unlit cigar in his mouth watching the two young lovers go at it now for their third time that evening. He felt a perverse sense of satisfaction over the budding relationship he had arranged, noticing that even though Pinky had pleaded and squawked, her legs reluctantly locked around Raj's ass. She had begun to recognize his "extra talent", her hands gliding up Raj's back, almost embracing him and her shapely nails digging on to his back. She certainly wasn't fighting him anymore. In fact the two were heavily breathing and somehow the French kissing Raj initially forced on Pinky no longer appeared coerced, the two moaning into each other's mouths, their sex filling the room with wet, gushy sounds.
Sidharth glanced at his watch: it was already 6:15 p.m. and Pinky was indeed working overtime tonight just as he had predicted earlier to her dismay. He had taken the liberty of going through her purse while the two lovebirds were in throes of passion and silencing her phone so they wouldn't be distracted by Atul's calls. In fact lover boy Atul never showed up as Pinky had fallaciously threatened, which was unfortunate for her. She unwillingly spent quality time with Raj instead, getting well acquainted with him. Sidharth heard Pinky cry out in a high pitch as she came again. How many times was this for her -- 10, 11? He had lost count. What stamina! Raj certainly proved that he knew how to deliver himself and could last extra-long.
Finally Raj collapsed on top of Pinky after his third orgasm. She found herself embracing his hard muscular body against her own. She released her grip on him, unlocked her legs, and ended their kiss. This was all so vulgar and wrong. Her arousal quickly returned to revulsion. He had ejaculated in her again. Even though Raj claimed he was sterile, having his filthy cum inside her disgusted Pinky. She felt his huge cock in her deflating like a leaking balloon. She turned her head to the side and saw Sidharth, reclining in Amit's tattered leather chair, staring at them, the unlit cigar still in his mouth. She pushed Raj off her and sat up, then slid from the desk. She picked up the panties that somehow had finally come off her ankle and slid them on. Sidharth and Raj both saw a wet spot forming on them before she put her skirt back on.
Tension filled the room as Pinky dressed. She glanced Raj's way searching for her shirt and saw his well-defined pecks, ripped abs, and the huge, black, horse cock that had been inside her, uncircumcised and strange looking to her, flaccidly hanging in front of him, dripping with their fluids. She quickly diverted her gaze from the revolting sight.
"Would you like your pay?" Sidharth finally asked.
"Yes," Pinky coldly answered, her eyes glaring with hatred.
Sidharth handed Pinky another white envelope containing the rest of her pay minus the cash advance from the previous week, 4000/-. "We didn't take any out this week for the repairs. You can start making those payments next week," he said magnanimously.
"There won't be a next week," she sneered grabbing her purse. "I won't be back." She stormed from the office and made it out the front door. Outside, Demon and Savage charged her way showing their sharp, white teeth, the metal spikes of their collars catching the orange rays from a setting sun. Pinky had no choice but to return inside the building.
"I'm glad to see you decided to come back," Sidharth remarked greeting her in the waiting area, the cigar in his mouth now lit, smoke rising from its tip. Amit stood with him, wearing his semi-toothless grin that now sickened her. Raj was still dressing in Amit's office. Pinky felt a small bit of relief that she didn't have to confront Raj as well as Sidharth after what had just occurred between the three of them.
"Can you call off your hounds so I can leave?" she impatiently asked.
The tip of Sidharth's cigar glowed red as he inhaled. "You better think long and hard about not coming back on Monday," he spoke. "Not only will you end up in prison, but there's still the little matter of the money you owe Amit here for the repairs to your car. He'll put a mechanic's lien on your Civic if you don't make a payment Friday. Your car will be impounded. And then there's the little matter of the damage you did to my rear bumper that you're liable for if Amit decides to turn you in. I believe you told us your insurance had been cancelled?" The gold and white smile returned to Sidharth's face, "The estimate for that was 55k. Atul will be getting quite the deal marrying you: huge debt and a prison wife. Think about it this weekend. Hopefully, Amit will see you Monday morning."
****CHAPTER 9******
On her way home, Pinky glanced at her phone noticing four missed calls from Atul. Someone had turned her phone on silent. Her mind raced, this time trying to construct a story to tell her fiancé. The truth was out of the question. How could she ever tell anyone what had occurred with Raj and Sidharth? About how stupid she had been? But why was she late and why hadn't she answered or returned Atul's calls sooner? The late part was easy: she could say she was detained in traffic. Then it dawned on Pinky: She was detained in traffic and realized she forgot her phone at work and had had to return there to get it. That's what she would tell Atul. She called Atul back apologetically with her explanation, and told him she was on the way home.
While Pinky drove home, the three black men involved with her assault remained at Amit's Garage and met in Amit's office. Amit plopped in his old, leather chair. A rather large, milky puddle of semen mixed with Pinky's vaginal fluid -- a souvenir of the young, interracial couple's fledgling passion -- remained in front of him on his desk. He ran his fingers through it and then rubbed the slippery liquid between them. With his semi-toothless grin he looked at Raj and said, "Very impressive. You owe us 500/-, stud." Amit then turned to Sidharth, "That was a great show, but what's our encore? Do you think she will really be back?"
Sidharth took the half smoked cigar out from the corner of his mouth and let the long ash at its tip fall to the floor. With the cigar between his fingers, he sat in the wooden chair across from Amit and began stroking his chin pondering their situation and the possible scenarios that might play out. "There's a fifty-fifty chance she will be back on Monday. If she doesn't come back, we need to call her bluff and go take her car."
"Wait a minute," Amit interjected, "legally a mechanic's lien is only good while we have possession of the vehicle. We're not like a bank and don't have title to the property to repossess it like that."
"Yea, but she doesn't know that. Besides, she was involved in a felony hit and run accident. Do you really think she will want to get the security officer involved?" Sidharth's gold and white smile appeared. "Is she going to want her fiancé to know about how she fucked a punjabi to fix her car?"
The three men chuckled, and Sidharth addressed Raj, "How was she?"
"She was incredible, man. The best fuck I've ever had. Her pussy felt so good around my cock. I could feel it squeezing me when she came. She is so beautiful. I think she really got into it for a little while."
"You got to keep nailing her," Sidharth replied. "You can't let up. Bang her every day. That was good what you told her about having a vasectomy. Don't let her know the truth now. Pinky is a stunning white chick used to getting her way with men. When she comes back she won't be very 'cooperative'. You're going to need help until she gets used to being with you."
"Used to being with me?" Raj questioned.
"Yea, getting fucked by you; going for long, frequent rides on that big dong of yours," Sidharth joked. "You want to keep fucking her, don't you? She has already had your cock several times today, so the hardest part is over. Now it's just a question of continuing what we started."
"That's great; I'd love to nail her every day, but there's one problem: I can't afford money a pop."
"Well what can you afford?" Amit interjected agitatedly.
Raj thought for a moment and then answered, "500/- a day, and when we're not busy I get to fuck her as much as I want."
Amit's bottom lip stuck out as he thought about it for a minute. "I'll tell you what, you get your work done quicker, stop taking so many breaks, and I'll go with that. Otherwise the deal is off."
Amit's offer suited Raj. With Pinky to fuck he would no longer needed frequent breaks with pornographic magazines.
Amit then asked Sidharth, "How long you think it'll take to get her 'used' to having sex with the kid as you put it?"
Sidharth thought back on similar girls he had recruited for prostitution many years ago. This was a different situation. They had abducted the girls back then and used drugs on them. It was a fun transition to watch. "Don't know," Sidharth answered. "Every girl is different. They have different personalities and weaknesses. Some are stronger than others."
"Well make yourself available then because I'm too old for this kind of shit? I'll watch," Amit snapped.
*******CHAPTER 10*********
Pinky arrived home and fell into Atul's arms like she did countless times before. He gave her the usual great, big kiss they always greeted each other with, but it felt uncomfortable to her this time. Sidharth's cock and Raj's tongue had recently been in her mouth and now she shared them with Atul.
"Are you ready for our big night out?" Atul asked excitedly.
Pinky nodded with a forced smile.
"Well let's go or we'll miss our reservation."
"Honey, I just got home. Let me take a shower and change first." Pinky felt dirty after three hours of sex with Raj -- the longest she had ever spent with a man. She could still feel his slimy, foul cum inside her, on her panties and in her pubic hair starting to dry. She didn't want any part of Raj near her. She wanted to wash him away from her body and out of her mind.
"Come on, sweat heart, you've been looking forward to this for two weeks. You can take a shower and change when we get back. The shower will still be here."
Pinky was at a loss for words. What could she tell Atul? That she had been with two black guys the past three hours, fucked one and sucked the other's cock, and now needed to wash up? She forced another smile. "Okay, but I've got to use the bathroom first."
Pinky went to the bathroom, took some toilette paper, and tried to wipe as much of Raj's cum away as possible. Much of it had already dried, leaving a crusty residue. She flushed the toilette paper evidence and pulled her panties back up, still a little wet and stained with drying semen. They were an expensive pair of bikini briefs that matched her bra. She would have to wait until later to take them off and wash them when Atul wasn't around.
The next Monday,Pinky could not believe she actually had to keep coming back to this horrible place. She didn't want to be here, but she didn't have a choice. When Atul was at work, Amit and Sidharth had come to the house with Amit's tow truck to take her Civic. Sidharth threatened to turn her in to the security officer and say she had sex with Raj in exchange for fixing her car and keeping quiet about it.
She had only answered the phone three times today and it became obvious why Amit had really hired her. The dusty clock behind the counter read three o'clock and she knew what that meant. What she had prayed was a one-time occurrence with Raj had turned into daily ritual. This punjabi guy seemed to never tire of her and wanted to fuck continuously.
Sidharth arrived at his usual time and met Raj out in the garage. "You ready to give your girlfriend more loving today?" he asked, his gold and white smile appearing. Raj finished all his work and was ready to go at it with Pinky the rest of the day.
Sidharth and Raj came inside. Sidharth walked up to Pinky. "Come with me to Amit's office now," he callously told her.
Pinky gave him a dirty look. "I don't want to do that with him anymore."
"Come on," Sidharth impatiently said, tightly grabbing Pinky's arm and jerking her to Amit's office.
"Hey, let me go," Pinky protested, but her resistance diminished a little more each time Sidharth forced her back there, her fight always ending in defeat, the sex with Raj becoming less foreign to her.
"You always end up enjoying this so why the big production?" Sidharth shoved her in the room and shut the door behind them. Raj was naked already waiting for her, his uncircumcised horse cock fully erect. "Now get your goddamn clothes off and start fucking him or I'll rip them off you," Sidharth threatened, taking a seat in Amit's chair.
With her head down, Pinky unbuttoned her shirt and removed her skirt, a broken woman. She hesitated before unclasping her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders. She stood topless wearing only her small, gold pendant and panties, black heels and anklet that shone on her left leg. Raj came up to her and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.
"Does this feel good?" he asked.
"Please, Raj, I don't want to do this again. I'm getting married in a week." She felt his big, warm, heavy cock pressing against her stomach as he began hugging her. Soon it would be inside her. She wished she could get him to wear rubbers. Strangely, a thin membrane would have provided Pinky some comfort knowing a barrier existed between them preventing the unwanted intimacy of complete contact with Raj. "Can't you at least use a condom?" she asked as she had previously.
Raj gave her the same tired answer he had given before: "It's okay, baby. Absolutely nothing can happen. I've had that all taken care of for you, remember?"
But this wasn't okay like Raj claimed. Pinky never slept around, had multiple partners, or engaged in casual sex. With someone she cared for deeply, intercourse first required a long courtship. Pregnancy wasn't her only reason for wanting Raj to wear condoms. She had always insisted her partners use them, even when she took birth control pills, Atul briefly the only exception after their engagement. Sex without barrier protection was dirty, too intimate, and unsafe for reasons other than just pregnancy -- even with someone she really loved and knew very well, unless that person was her future husband.
What came next from Raj's lips sickened Pinky: "I want you to feel me, not some piece of rubber; and I need to feel you. We need to feel each other to be together. We're just having fun your fiancé will never know about," he said guiding her over to Amit's desk.
Deep down Pinky knew her words were futile, but she tried reasoning with Raj anyway. "This isn't fun to me, Raj, and I don't want to 'feel' you and be together. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm marrying someone else. Why do you keep letting Sidharth make me do this with you?"
"Bend over," Raj instructed ignoring her argument, his strong hand landing on her back and shoving her face down on to the desk. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her briefs and pulled them down her slender legs as she stood bent over, her small, gold pendant resting on the wood's cold, hard surface. Raj rubbed his hand up and down between her butt cheeks, touching her asshole, and then probed her pussy with his fingers.
"Don't," she whined. But she had become wet for him already.
Pinky felt Raj's warm, hard cock weightily resting on the side of her ass while he fingered her. She dreaded the huge, black, horse cock inside her again. This wasn't right. It was repulsive. It made her feel dirty and she avoided sex with her fiancé as much as possible because of it.
Contd ...
Sidharth grabbed Pinky's head and pulled her face into him. She felt his kinky pubic hairs scbang her lips. "Swallow it," he grunted, as she gaged on several mouthfuls of cum.
In the time it took Pinky to swallow all Sidharth's cum, Raj achieved a second erection and jerked her back to the edge of the desk. "What are you doing? No!" she yelled with the taste of Sidharth's semen still fresh in her mouth. She tried to sit up, but Sidharth held her down. "Lay down, Pinky! Raj isn't finished yet."
"No, I already had sex with both of you. I want to go home now."
She bucked trying to avoid having Raj's massive horse cock inside her a second time as he held her hips and tried re-entering her.
"Do you want home to be prison for the next five years?" Sidharth reminded Pinky as he pinned her shoulders to the desk top, helping Raj hold her down. She struggled against Sidharth's massive muscles, their solid weight pushing her down onto the wood's unyielding surface, but felt Raj's smooth, uncircumcised horse cock tightly slithering back inside her anyway. It wasn't as much pressure or discomfort as the first time he entered her.
"Ooh, God, no," Pinky exclaimed as a slow, steady rhythm that seduced her before resumed along with those tight, irresistible circles around her clit Raj made with his thumb.
"It's only 4:30 right now," Sidharth chuckled letting go of Pinky and pointing to his watch. "But I think you may be staying overtime tonight," he continued with a nauseating smile, his eyes landing on an embarrassing clit boner Raj's thumb mercilessly encouraged and exacerbated in Pinky.
"I can't -- no, stop it. Atul's expecting me. He will come looking for me," Pinky tried threatening.
Sidharth laughed dryly. Raj continued unfazed by Pinky's warning, the fence locked and the dogs guarding the premises against unwanted intruders. Poor Pinky held no inkling how hollow her protests rang -- didn't fully grasp the checkmate her assailants had carefully planned for two weeks and put her in.
*******
Sidharth leaned back in Amit's chair with an unlit cigar in his mouth watching the two young lovers go at it now for their third time that evening. He felt a perverse sense of satisfaction over the budding relationship he had arranged, noticing that even though Pinky had pleaded and squawked, her legs reluctantly locked around Raj's ass. She had begun to recognize his "extra talent", her hands gliding up Raj's back, almost embracing him and her shapely nails digging on to his back. She certainly wasn't fighting him anymore. In fact the two were heavily breathing and somehow the French kissing Raj initially forced on Pinky no longer appeared coerced, the two moaning into each other's mouths, their sex filling the room with wet, gushy sounds.
Sidharth glanced at his watch: it was already 6:15 p.m. and Pinky was indeed working overtime tonight just as he had predicted earlier to her dismay. He had taken the liberty of going through her purse while the two lovebirds were in throes of passion and silencing her phone so they wouldn't be distracted by Atul's calls. In fact lover boy Atul never showed up as Pinky had fallaciously threatened, which was unfortunate for her. She unwillingly spent quality time with Raj instead, getting well acquainted with him. Sidharth heard Pinky cry out in a high pitch as she came again. How many times was this for her -- 10, 11? He had lost count. What stamina! Raj certainly proved that he knew how to deliver himself and could last extra-long.
Finally Raj collapsed on top of Pinky after his third orgasm. She found herself embracing his hard muscular body against her own. She released her grip on him, unlocked her legs, and ended their kiss. This was all so vulgar and wrong. Her arousal quickly returned to revulsion. He had ejaculated in her again. Even though Raj claimed he was sterile, having his filthy cum inside her disgusted Pinky. She felt his huge cock in her deflating like a leaking balloon. She turned her head to the side and saw Sidharth, reclining in Amit's tattered leather chair, staring at them, the unlit cigar still in his mouth. She pushed Raj off her and sat up, then slid from the desk. She picked up the panties that somehow had finally come off her ankle and slid them on. Sidharth and Raj both saw a wet spot forming on them before she put her skirt back on.
Tension filled the room as Pinky dressed. She glanced Raj's way searching for her shirt and saw his well-defined pecks, ripped abs, and the huge, black, horse cock that had been inside her, uncircumcised and strange looking to her, flaccidly hanging in front of him, dripping with their fluids. She quickly diverted her gaze from the revolting sight.
"Would you like your pay?" Sidharth finally asked.
"Yes," Pinky coldly answered, her eyes glaring with hatred.
Sidharth handed Pinky another white envelope containing the rest of her pay minus the cash advance from the previous week, 4000/-. "We didn't take any out this week for the repairs. You can start making those payments next week," he said magnanimously.
"There won't be a next week," she sneered grabbing her purse. "I won't be back." She stormed from the office and made it out the front door. Outside, Demon and Savage charged her way showing their sharp, white teeth, the metal spikes of their collars catching the orange rays from a setting sun. Pinky had no choice but to return inside the building.
"I'm glad to see you decided to come back," Sidharth remarked greeting her in the waiting area, the cigar in his mouth now lit, smoke rising from its tip. Amit stood with him, wearing his semi-toothless grin that now sickened her. Raj was still dressing in Amit's office. Pinky felt a small bit of relief that she didn't have to confront Raj as well as Sidharth after what had just occurred between the three of them.
"Can you call off your hounds so I can leave?" she impatiently asked.
The tip of Sidharth's cigar glowed red as he inhaled. "You better think long and hard about not coming back on Monday," he spoke. "Not only will you end up in prison, but there's still the little matter of the money you owe Amit here for the repairs to your car. He'll put a mechanic's lien on your Civic if you don't make a payment Friday. Your car will be impounded. And then there's the little matter of the damage you did to my rear bumper that you're liable for if Amit decides to turn you in. I believe you told us your insurance had been cancelled?" The gold and white smile returned to Sidharth's face, "The estimate for that was 55k. Atul will be getting quite the deal marrying you: huge debt and a prison wife. Think about it this weekend. Hopefully, Amit will see you Monday morning."
****CHAPTER 9******
On her way home, Pinky glanced at her phone noticing four missed calls from Atul. Someone had turned her phone on silent. Her mind raced, this time trying to construct a story to tell her fiancé. The truth was out of the question. How could she ever tell anyone what had occurred with Raj and Sidharth? About how stupid she had been? But why was she late and why hadn't she answered or returned Atul's calls sooner? The late part was easy: she could say she was detained in traffic. Then it dawned on Pinky: She was detained in traffic and realized she forgot her phone at work and had had to return there to get it. That's what she would tell Atul. She called Atul back apologetically with her explanation, and told him she was on the way home.
While Pinky drove home, the three black men involved with her assault remained at Amit's Garage and met in Amit's office. Amit plopped in his old, leather chair. A rather large, milky puddle of semen mixed with Pinky's vaginal fluid -- a souvenir of the young, interracial couple's fledgling passion -- remained in front of him on his desk. He ran his fingers through it and then rubbed the slippery liquid between them. With his semi-toothless grin he looked at Raj and said, "Very impressive. You owe us 500/-, stud." Amit then turned to Sidharth, "That was a great show, but what's our encore? Do you think she will really be back?"
Sidharth took the half smoked cigar out from the corner of his mouth and let the long ash at its tip fall to the floor. With the cigar between his fingers, he sat in the wooden chair across from Amit and began stroking his chin pondering their situation and the possible scenarios that might play out. "There's a fifty-fifty chance she will be back on Monday. If she doesn't come back, we need to call her bluff and go take her car."
"Wait a minute," Amit interjected, "legally a mechanic's lien is only good while we have possession of the vehicle. We're not like a bank and don't have title to the property to repossess it like that."
"Yea, but she doesn't know that. Besides, she was involved in a felony hit and run accident. Do you really think she will want to get the security officer involved?" Sidharth's gold and white smile appeared. "Is she going to want her fiancé to know about how she fucked a punjabi to fix her car?"
The three men chuckled, and Sidharth addressed Raj, "How was she?"
"She was incredible, man. The best fuck I've ever had. Her pussy felt so good around my cock. I could feel it squeezing me when she came. She is so beautiful. I think she really got into it for a little while."
"You got to keep nailing her," Sidharth replied. "You can't let up. Bang her every day. That was good what you told her about having a vasectomy. Don't let her know the truth now. Pinky is a stunning white chick used to getting her way with men. When she comes back she won't be very 'cooperative'. You're going to need help until she gets used to being with you."
"Used to being with me?" Raj questioned.
"Yea, getting fucked by you; going for long, frequent rides on that big dong of yours," Sidharth joked. "You want to keep fucking her, don't you? She has already had your cock several times today, so the hardest part is over. Now it's just a question of continuing what we started."
"That's great; I'd love to nail her every day, but there's one problem: I can't afford money a pop."
"Well what can you afford?" Amit interjected agitatedly.
Raj thought for a moment and then answered, "500/- a day, and when we're not busy I get to fuck her as much as I want."
Amit's bottom lip stuck out as he thought about it for a minute. "I'll tell you what, you get your work done quicker, stop taking so many breaks, and I'll go with that. Otherwise the deal is off."
Amit's offer suited Raj. With Pinky to fuck he would no longer needed frequent breaks with pornographic magazines.
Amit then asked Sidharth, "How long you think it'll take to get her 'used' to having sex with the kid as you put it?"
Sidharth thought back on similar girls he had recruited for prostitution many years ago. This was a different situation. They had abducted the girls back then and used drugs on them. It was a fun transition to watch. "Don't know," Sidharth answered. "Every girl is different. They have different personalities and weaknesses. Some are stronger than others."
"Well make yourself available then because I'm too old for this kind of shit? I'll watch," Amit snapped.
*******CHAPTER 10*********
Pinky arrived home and fell into Atul's arms like she did countless times before. He gave her the usual great, big kiss they always greeted each other with, but it felt uncomfortable to her this time. Sidharth's cock and Raj's tongue had recently been in her mouth and now she shared them with Atul.
"Are you ready for our big night out?" Atul asked excitedly.
Pinky nodded with a forced smile.
"Well let's go or we'll miss our reservation."
"Honey, I just got home. Let me take a shower and change first." Pinky felt dirty after three hours of sex with Raj -- the longest she had ever spent with a man. She could still feel his slimy, foul cum inside her, on her panties and in her pubic hair starting to dry. She didn't want any part of Raj near her. She wanted to wash him away from her body and out of her mind.
"Come on, sweat heart, you've been looking forward to this for two weeks. You can take a shower and change when we get back. The shower will still be here."
Pinky was at a loss for words. What could she tell Atul? That she had been with two black guys the past three hours, fucked one and sucked the other's cock, and now needed to wash up? She forced another smile. "Okay, but I've got to use the bathroom first."
Pinky went to the bathroom, took some toilette paper, and tried to wipe as much of Raj's cum away as possible. Much of it had already dried, leaving a crusty residue. She flushed the toilette paper evidence and pulled her panties back up, still a little wet and stained with drying semen. They were an expensive pair of bikini briefs that matched her bra. She would have to wait until later to take them off and wash them when Atul wasn't around.
The next Monday,Pinky could not believe she actually had to keep coming back to this horrible place. She didn't want to be here, but she didn't have a choice. When Atul was at work, Amit and Sidharth had come to the house with Amit's tow truck to take her Civic. Sidharth threatened to turn her in to the security officer and say she had sex with Raj in exchange for fixing her car and keeping quiet about it.
She had only answered the phone three times today and it became obvious why Amit had really hired her. The dusty clock behind the counter read three o'clock and she knew what that meant. What she had prayed was a one-time occurrence with Raj had turned into daily ritual. This punjabi guy seemed to never tire of her and wanted to fuck continuously.
Sidharth arrived at his usual time and met Raj out in the garage. "You ready to give your girlfriend more loving today?" he asked, his gold and white smile appearing. Raj finished all his work and was ready to go at it with Pinky the rest of the day.
Sidharth and Raj came inside. Sidharth walked up to Pinky. "Come with me to Amit's office now," he callously told her.
Pinky gave him a dirty look. "I don't want to do that with him anymore."
"Come on," Sidharth impatiently said, tightly grabbing Pinky's arm and jerking her to Amit's office.
"Hey, let me go," Pinky protested, but her resistance diminished a little more each time Sidharth forced her back there, her fight always ending in defeat, the sex with Raj becoming less foreign to her.
"You always end up enjoying this so why the big production?" Sidharth shoved her in the room and shut the door behind them. Raj was naked already waiting for her, his uncircumcised horse cock fully erect. "Now get your goddamn clothes off and start fucking him or I'll rip them off you," Sidharth threatened, taking a seat in Amit's chair.
With her head down, Pinky unbuttoned her shirt and removed her skirt, a broken woman. She hesitated before unclasping her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders. She stood topless wearing only her small, gold pendant and panties, black heels and anklet that shone on her left leg. Raj came up to her and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.
"Does this feel good?" he asked.
"Please, Raj, I don't want to do this again. I'm getting married in a week." She felt his big, warm, heavy cock pressing against her stomach as he began hugging her. Soon it would be inside her. She wished she could get him to wear rubbers. Strangely, a thin membrane would have provided Pinky some comfort knowing a barrier existed between them preventing the unwanted intimacy of complete contact with Raj. "Can't you at least use a condom?" she asked as she had previously.
Raj gave her the same tired answer he had given before: "It's okay, baby. Absolutely nothing can happen. I've had that all taken care of for you, remember?"
But this wasn't okay like Raj claimed. Pinky never slept around, had multiple partners, or engaged in casual sex. With someone she cared for deeply, intercourse first required a long courtship. Pregnancy wasn't her only reason for wanting Raj to wear condoms. She had always insisted her partners use them, even when she took birth control pills, Atul briefly the only exception after their engagement. Sex without barrier protection was dirty, too intimate, and unsafe for reasons other than just pregnancy -- even with someone she really loved and knew very well, unless that person was her future husband.
What came next from Raj's lips sickened Pinky: "I want you to feel me, not some piece of rubber; and I need to feel you. We need to feel each other to be together. We're just having fun your fiancé will never know about," he said guiding her over to Amit's desk.
Deep down Pinky knew her words were futile, but she tried reasoning with Raj anyway. "This isn't fun to me, Raj, and I don't want to 'feel' you and be together. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm marrying someone else. Why do you keep letting Sidharth make me do this with you?"
"Bend over," Raj instructed ignoring her argument, his strong hand landing on her back and shoving her face down on to the desk. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her briefs and pulled them down her slender legs as she stood bent over, her small, gold pendant resting on the wood's cold, hard surface. Raj rubbed his hand up and down between her butt cheeks, touching her asshole, and then probed her pussy with his fingers.
"Don't," she whined. But she had become wet for him already.
Pinky felt Raj's warm, hard cock weightily resting on the side of her ass while he fingered her. She dreaded the huge, black, horse cock inside her again. This wasn't right. It was repulsive. It made her feel dirty and she avoided sex with her fiancé as much as possible because of it.
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