03-08-2022, 10:44 AM
Chapter 57 – Enough is Enough
(POV – Aishu)
As he kept on licking me like a slave, memories flooded to my mind and my long hidden fantasies crashed onto me. I always wanted to be something I am not in my fantasies.
I wanted to be a club dancer who shakes her assets for men and men of every age looking at me lustily. Sometimes, as I bend down, men must throw cash wads at me ogling at my dusky cleavage.
At times, I think of me as a teacher who wears low hip sarees to work and while writing in board and turning to clarify doubts, guys must push themselves hard to see my side open view and even draw obscene drawings and graffiti about me in boys’s restrooms.
Rarely, I think of myself as an actress who have no choice but to heed to director’s and producer’s bodily desires to grab a chance of being in the limelight and fuck those ugly old bastards hard and become a dream-girl of the state.
And very rarely, I think of myself as a busy porn actress giving random interviews in skimpy dresses, knowing every men out there will be wanking at my acts in screen and even thinking of me and my sexy moans while fucking their naïve and untalented wives.
But, they were fantasies. Period. Never have I thought about them in real or even after falling in love with this pussy licking moron. Even when he reads stories or watch porn and tell me all sort of indecent and worst kinda sexual stories and characters, my mind never wandered. I just wanted a man who is crazily in love with me and more importantly, too much crazily possessive on me.
But, All I have got is this piece of shit who wants guys to touch me or at least ogle at me.
If that is all he wants, then, I decided to give it to him, but, in the hard way.
I pressed his head stronger inside my wet dripping pussy and he must be struggling to breath but, he kept on licking me when I felt my body getting pleasure from all nerve endings and I was also thinking of all villainous possibilities to humiliate my new found bitch.
And I decided upon something and the same time, I came with a huge shout and still I tightly held his head into my pussy and he as a faithful slave was still licking at my clit and cunt.
In seconds, the pleasure lost in double the speed it got build and I pushed him away and his face looked pitiable and disgusting. His hair was disheveled and his nose and mouth looked nasty with my cunt’s wetness all over it. He was still kneeling down and looking vulnerable. I just said him this.
“Stay”
As people would command their pet and entered into the bathroom and cleaned myself completely and came out fresh and nude in all glory except my panties.
He was still kneeling and this gave me a satisfaction. I asked him.
“So, Who am i?”
“Aishu Please”
I gave him tight slap. Tit for tat for slapping me.
“You lost that privilege when you felt ok with strangers looking at me. Who am I?”
“My wife.”
Again, a slap. His face turned dark and hurt. I wasn’t in a pitiable mood.
“Who AM I?”
“…”
“Good. Be silent if you don’t know the answer. I am your madam. And you are my slave dog.”
“….”
“You know what a slave dog does? It comes behind the master wherever she goes. Protect her and lick her to make her happy. Only difference, dog licks feet and face but, you my pussy.”
“Please sleep. I will got to the living room.”
“No no no. You don’t get to command me bitch. You are my bitch husband and I will command you.”
“Please.”
“Ok tell me. How many have you chatted with about me?”
“…”
“TELL ME”
“6”
“How many Indians?”
“Only one.”
“Gowtham?”
He nodded.
“Answer in words dammit.”
“Yes.”
“Who was your first?”
“A foreigner.”
“Did you show my pics?”
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
He gave a pause and I stared at him hard and he replied.
“The one in saree at your office function and the one in tops and jean in San Francisco.”
“What did he say about me?”
“Please. Let’s leave this.”
“That San Francisco photo would have showed my ass well. Didn’t it?”
“…”
“Tell me. Did he liked it? A foreigner who would have had many pale and fair whores. Did he like me? your dusky wife?”
“…”
“Tell me. NOW”
“He did.”
“What did he say?”
“He said you have fascinating face and nice.. nothing.”
“What? Ass?”
“..”
“Did he want to fuck me?”
“Please Aishu.”
“So, he wanted to. Fuck me and you were showing the picture and asking him for all valuable comments?”
“I am sorry. Please forgive me.”
“No no. Why should I forgive you? You are going to be lot useful to me. How many days should I be lying to your face that you are so handsome and I never will and never have thought about any other men. How many days should I be lying about your penis is so good and your 2-3 mins fuck and sleep makes me immensely satisfied. Also, how many days should I be lying to myself that I made right choices and I never need to look back or never should look back? I have finally got something that 99% woman of this country doesn’t have. You know what?”
He simple looked at me strangely and I replied.
“Freedom. Freedom to look at many man and do whatever I want without worrying about anyone, even my husband, because he is a pimp and not a husband.”
“Stop it.”
“Don’t command me when you are already kneeling before me pimp.”
Saying this, I took out the dirty clothes basket and took out my soiled panties, bras and camisoles and threw it on his face.
“Go and was this with your hands. In 15 mins. After that we are going somewhere. And I am going to get ready.”
He looked at me for few seconds and started picking my soiled undies from floor as a good servant would and with a defeated face started walking and I called him.
“Dai Mama payale”
He stopped and turned shockingly as it meant “Hey you pimp!” and I removed my panties before him and threw at his face.
“Wash this too or if you wish you can wear them as my bitch. And also be prepared, because the night isn't over and you are going to see lot more happenings today pimp.”
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(POV – Aishu)
As he kept on licking me like a slave, memories flooded to my mind and my long hidden fantasies crashed onto me. I always wanted to be something I am not in my fantasies.
I wanted to be a club dancer who shakes her assets for men and men of every age looking at me lustily. Sometimes, as I bend down, men must throw cash wads at me ogling at my dusky cleavage.
At times, I think of me as a teacher who wears low hip sarees to work and while writing in board and turning to clarify doubts, guys must push themselves hard to see my side open view and even draw obscene drawings and graffiti about me in boys’s restrooms.
Rarely, I think of myself as an actress who have no choice but to heed to director’s and producer’s bodily desires to grab a chance of being in the limelight and fuck those ugly old bastards hard and become a dream-girl of the state.
And very rarely, I think of myself as a busy porn actress giving random interviews in skimpy dresses, knowing every men out there will be wanking at my acts in screen and even thinking of me and my sexy moans while fucking their naïve and untalented wives.
But, they were fantasies. Period. Never have I thought about them in real or even after falling in love with this pussy licking moron. Even when he reads stories or watch porn and tell me all sort of indecent and worst kinda sexual stories and characters, my mind never wandered. I just wanted a man who is crazily in love with me and more importantly, too much crazily possessive on me.
But, All I have got is this piece of shit who wants guys to touch me or at least ogle at me.
If that is all he wants, then, I decided to give it to him, but, in the hard way.
I pressed his head stronger inside my wet dripping pussy and he must be struggling to breath but, he kept on licking me when I felt my body getting pleasure from all nerve endings and I was also thinking of all villainous possibilities to humiliate my new found bitch.
And I decided upon something and the same time, I came with a huge shout and still I tightly held his head into my pussy and he as a faithful slave was still licking at my clit and cunt.
In seconds, the pleasure lost in double the speed it got build and I pushed him away and his face looked pitiable and disgusting. His hair was disheveled and his nose and mouth looked nasty with my cunt’s wetness all over it. He was still kneeling down and looking vulnerable. I just said him this.
“Stay”
As people would command their pet and entered into the bathroom and cleaned myself completely and came out fresh and nude in all glory except my panties.
He was still kneeling and this gave me a satisfaction. I asked him.
“So, Who am i?”
“Aishu Please”
I gave him tight slap. Tit for tat for slapping me.
“You lost that privilege when you felt ok with strangers looking at me. Who am I?”
“My wife.”
Again, a slap. His face turned dark and hurt. I wasn’t in a pitiable mood.
“Who AM I?”
“…”
“Good. Be silent if you don’t know the answer. I am your madam. And you are my slave dog.”
“….”
“You know what a slave dog does? It comes behind the master wherever she goes. Protect her and lick her to make her happy. Only difference, dog licks feet and face but, you my pussy.”
“Please sleep. I will got to the living room.”
“No no no. You don’t get to command me bitch. You are my bitch husband and I will command you.”
“Please.”
“Ok tell me. How many have you chatted with about me?”
“…”
“TELL ME”
“6”
“How many Indians?”
“Only one.”
“Gowtham?”
He nodded.
“Answer in words dammit.”
“Yes.”
“Who was your first?”
“A foreigner.”
“Did you show my pics?”
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
He gave a pause and I stared at him hard and he replied.
“The one in saree at your office function and the one in tops and jean in San Francisco.”
“What did he say about me?”
“Please. Let’s leave this.”
“That San Francisco photo would have showed my ass well. Didn’t it?”
“…”
“Tell me. Did he liked it? A foreigner who would have had many pale and fair whores. Did he like me? your dusky wife?”
“…”
“Tell me. NOW”
“He did.”
“What did he say?”
“He said you have fascinating face and nice.. nothing.”
“What? Ass?”
“..”
“Did he want to fuck me?”
“Please Aishu.”
“So, he wanted to. Fuck me and you were showing the picture and asking him for all valuable comments?”
“I am sorry. Please forgive me.”
“No no. Why should I forgive you? You are going to be lot useful to me. How many days should I be lying to your face that you are so handsome and I never will and never have thought about any other men. How many days should I be lying about your penis is so good and your 2-3 mins fuck and sleep makes me immensely satisfied. Also, how many days should I be lying to myself that I made right choices and I never need to look back or never should look back? I have finally got something that 99% woman of this country doesn’t have. You know what?”
He simple looked at me strangely and I replied.
“Freedom. Freedom to look at many man and do whatever I want without worrying about anyone, even my husband, because he is a pimp and not a husband.”
“Stop it.”
“Don’t command me when you are already kneeling before me pimp.”
Saying this, I took out the dirty clothes basket and took out my soiled panties, bras and camisoles and threw it on his face.
“Go and was this with your hands. In 15 mins. After that we are going somewhere. And I am going to get ready.”
He looked at me for few seconds and started picking my soiled undies from floor as a good servant would and with a defeated face started walking and I called him.
“Dai Mama payale”
He stopped and turned shockingly as it meant “Hey you pimp!” and I removed my panties before him and threw at his face.
“Wash this too or if you wish you can wear them as my bitch. And also be prepared, because the night isn't over and you are going to see lot more happenings today pimp.”
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