Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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The thought of being stripped by him, with those big black hands on her pale flesh, intimately searching her body, was devilishly exciting. Despite herself she was glistening wet. How excited and carried away would she become if he did strip search her? In exchange for not calling the security officer, would she offer herself to him?

Her mind was in a whirl, not seeing anything or anyone as she walked aimlessly through the mall. Mohini was dressed like a whore, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. She had already been mistaken for whore, and no doubt others thought she was one.

'How much you charge, girl?' Roy asked.

Mohini suddenly came out of a trance, to be confronted by two young guys. 

'Pardon?' she said, trying to sound decent.

'You are a bit old, but nice bouncy tits,' Roy commented, with a big grin.

'Nice ass. How much for your ass, whore?' Azeem seriously asked.

'No! I don't, err, I'm not,' Mohini complained.

'Don't you like young meat?' Roy growled.

Azeem grabbed her wrist in a strong grip, and said, 'Once you tried young cock you won't go back. Come on. We'll give you a free sample, ho.'

'Yea, we'll ruin you for older men,' Roy laughed.

They led her away between them, gripping her wrists, guiding her toward an exit. 

'Oh! God! They're going to use me like a whore!' Mohini silently cried. 

Her nipples were rock hard, and were trying to break out of the dress. The dress was pulling up, threatening to reveal her engorged sex. The way she was dressed, making a fuss was the last thing she wanted. There seemed little choice if she was to escape these young, hard men. They were expensively dressed in a gaudy fashion. They were evidently used to getting their own way, and weren't going to listen to reason.

'What's going on here?' Sudhir asked.

His tone of voice was deep and harsh, without the tremor of fear he felt. 

'What's up man?' Roy asked.

'She your whore?' Azeem asked.

'Yea. She's got an appointment,' Sudhir said.

'Looks like a street walker, not a classy appointment ho,' Azeem pointed out.

The two guys gripped her tighter, not wanting to let go. Mohini wondered how her husband could possibly fight these two young muscle men. The thought of him getting hurt caught her in a dilemma. Could she go with two nineteen year olds, to save her husband from a beating?

'That's how the rich client likes them,' Sudhir simply stated. 

He dare not call their bluff, and would have to just talk them out of taking his wife away. If they decided to fight, he wouldn't stand a chance. Maybe she could escape while he kept them busy. The thought of seeing them take her away to use as a whore made him angry, and it was pumping him up.

'Next time you see her here, she's yours,' Sudhir remarked.

'Don't let her work here, this is our area,' Roy warned.

'Yea. We'll take her to work for us if we see her again,' Azeem added.

'Come on whore, we don't want to keep the client waiting,' Sudhir said, and clicked his fingers.

One of the guys laughed and the other grimaced, but they let her go. Mohini had a look of fear on her face. It was partly arousal, though all she was thinking of was escaping the two young guys. Sudhir kept his cool, wondering how he managed it. They sped off through the mall, wanting to, but not daring to run.

She pulled at the hem, trying to keep her private places covered, but escape brought a sense of wild abandon. Her breasts were bouncing all over the place, but she no longer cared.
'Sudhir, didn't you see me?' she breathlessly asked.



'Of course I saw you, who wouldn't. That's a bit much isn't it?' he pointed out.



'I lost most of the money, this is all I could afford,' she explained.



He sympathetically smiled at her. This wasn't the time to reveal he wandered off bored to look in a store window. He'd seen her in the distance, but before he could catch up with her, those tough looking guys had her. Seeing the two guys pick her up, he didn't think what to do or say, he just leapt in with the first thing that came to mind.



'Do you want to continue?' he asked. 



She was so worked up he figured she wanted to race home, as usual.



'What do you think? No! I know that look. I'm not wearing panties, Sudhir,' she hissed at him. 



Looking around in case anyone heard, she found they were discreetly tucked away between two abandoned stores. In a fit of urgency, and devilment, she lifted the hem around her waist. Standing in a mall while naked from the waist down, was so outrageous, she couldn't believe she was doing it. The reward was seeing his eyes light up with lust. 



'You'll have to go back in that store and buy me some panties,' she implored him. 



Mohini froze with a look of astonishment on her face. Two workmen emerged from a closed down store. They couldn't help seeing her naked bottom half. She clamped her thighs together, and frantically pulled at the dress. The stretchy material curled up on itself, forcing her to unroll it and tug at it. Her pussy was at last covered. Another hard tug had her bottom covered. 



Unfortunately her breasts appeared over the top, so a further struggle ensued. At last she had everything in order. The stretchy fabric clung to her body, as though painted on, especially over her bottom. The dress moulded itself to her breasts, with both rock hard nipples protruding. They declared she was hot.



The young carpenters slowed as they passed, grinning broadly at her. 



'If he won't offer you enough, we'll pay you,' one of them stated.



They laughed together as they walked on by.



Mohini was worried, as this was the third time she'd been mistaken for a whore. Sudhir wrapped his arms around her, and pumped her ass. Her mouth was hanging open so he took advantage. She hooked a leg around his, while they smooched longingly. He lifted her up by the cheeks, and for a moment she thought he was going to take her right there in the mall.



'Not here. In the car!' she urgently spoke. 



When he let her go, the dress tucked up revealing her bare bottom. He grabbed a hand, pulling her to the exit nearest to their car. Still struggling with the back of the dress, they joined the throng. Men could see one of her cheeks! She frantically pulled on his hand, but he wouldn't let go.

In the store front reflections she could see strangers react to the exposed cheek. Smiles, outrage, and arousal, were revealed on many faces. At the exit doors the two workmen were before them, lunch boxes in hand, returning to refurbish the store. 



'You know where we're working. Come on over when you're finished with him,' one of them seriously spoke. 'We'll pay you well to spend the afternoon with us,' he added.



The sight of those big beefy men standing close, sent her head in a spin. Her whole body seemed to quake, boosting an already aroused mind into overdrive. 



'OK, I will,' she seriously agreed. 



They laughed, and the same one said, 'Looking forward to it. We'll keep you at it all afternoon. There's a couple of young guys working with us, can you handle them?'



'Of course, the more the merrier,' she grinned.



At last they were out of the mall. She looked back at the two guys, only they had gone. Her heart was thumping, and her brain was awash with arousal. Her body throbbed with sexual tension. She couldn't believe she'd agreed to screw four strangers. Just saying the words, without meaning it, was dirty and nasty. The audacity of such an idea stoked her up so much, she was fit to burst.



'They too thought I was a whore!' Mohini whispered. 



'Dressed like that, a cheap whore,' Sudhir grinned.



'Want to streak again?' he dared.



'OK!' she agreed.



The look of glee on her face told him she was up for anything.



'Give me the dress. Don't get in the wrong car this time,' he warned, with a chuckle.



He surely didn't realise how dangerous that mistake had been. This time it would be very dangerous, getting into a stranger's car naked, while stoked up to her limits. She quickly moved to a group of cars to watch him walk across to theirs. As soon as he opened the doors she would sprint over and jump in. 



From the next vehicle loud voices broke into her concentration. A group of young guys bundled out of a van. They were arguing over what kind of food to get. They hadn't seen her crouched down, but they would if they walked toward the mall entrance.


They walked around the cars, hesitated in surprise, then laughed.