Adultery Madhu's Day Out by OnlineSlut

[sarit11]

My mind was completely blank as I struggled to come up with an appropriate reply. I thought maybe I could say something about broken hooks, or...but who was he to demand an answer from me?

SMACK! As soon as I had that thought, another hard slap ripped through the left side of my face.

"I...they took...it! They took it..." I went on to narrate the entire incident that had taken place after I had left his shop, managing to reach the part where I was made to suck four penises.

"What?" he said, unable to hide his surprise.

A broad grin had built up on his face. "So, you are a whore then?"

"NO! No, I'm not! I'm a decent lady!"

"What are you doing here then, with your hand inside your salwar?"

I told him.

His broad grin, which I thought couldn't grow any bigger, became almost double.

"You were masturbating here! You decent lady!" he mocked. "So, let me help you, decent lady!"

His hand reach to the cord of my salwar and undid the knot. The salwar fell to the ground, settling in a heap around my ankles.

"No...please...don't do this!" I whimpered.

"What will you do, decent lady?" he asked, his stare piercing through my eyes, as if reading my thoughts.

"Which decent lady has ever been caught masturbating in a busy market place, decent lady?"

The manner in which he spoke the words 'decent lady' seemed to be very demeaning. I got the same feeling of repulsion on hearing them as I would if someone would call me a whore.

I could do nothing as his right hand cupped my genitals from over my panty, rubbing them crudely, making me wince with pain.

"Please...don't..."

"You better keep quiet, decent lady!"

Letting go of my left hand which he had pinned to the wall, he took his free hand under my salwar and began kneading my breasts. Then he attempted to kiss my lips again, but I turned my head away. He looked at me, stepping back and releasing me for a moment from his grip, and slapped me hard.

SMACK! The slap was so hard that it knocked me off my feet.

"That's what happens when you turn your face away, decent lady!"

Before I could recover from the blow, I felt a tug and he was pulling me on my feet. I fumbled with my salwar heaped at my ankles. Even as I bent down to pull up my salwar, he was half pushing and half pulling me into the alley.

Fumbling, he led me deeper into the alley, with me precariously trying to hold on to my salwar, afraid I might lose another garment.