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Preview: This is a story of blackmail, deceit where an innocent housewife is blackmailed and humiliated and has to pay for crimes committed by her husband 

Jyoti Rai was worried about the monthly bills scattered on her desk. She scratched her head as she stared at the credit card statement. The amount owed was huge, and it was getting bigger each month as the interest piled onto their new charges. Frustrated, she tossed the statement aside and opened the next envelop. It was the house EMI. The house that her husband talked her into building was gorgeous, but much too large and extravagant for their means. When she had complained to her husband about the large EMI it would take to afford the house he laughed and said she worried too much. And now she was comparing her current bills with her checkbook balance. She was definitely worrying.
 
When all the bills were paid, Jyoti sighed a false sense of relief. At least she made it through another month. Jyoti promised herself that she would put her foot down and tell her husband that they had to be more careful with extravagant spending. If nothing else, the credit card balance had to be brought to zero. The interest the bank charged was high. But Jyoti knew her husband wouldn't agree. He always said, "Let's live for today, who knows what tomorrow will bring." If Jyoti only knew how prophetic her husband's statement was she would have felt even more anxious.
 
Other than the financial stress, Jyoti's life was perfect. She loved her husband, and he did earn a sizable salary. She and her two children had everything they wanted. But there was nothing in their savings for a "rainy day." Thinking about her children brought a smile to her face. Nineteen year old Aarav was in college and doing well. Disha, a year younger than her brother, would be graduating from high college this year and moving on to college. When Jyoti thought about a new set of college bills, the smile faded. Tuition and books were so expensive. At least Aarav commuted from home, and Disha was planning to do the same. Saving her hostel fees.
 
With the realization of Disha going to college fresh on her mind, Jyoti was more determined to confront her husband on his recklessness. She only bothered him at work when it was an emergency, but this was an emergency. The distraught wife and mother dialed her husband.
 
"This is Ajay Rai. I can't come to the phone right now so, at the beep..."
 
Jyoti slammed the phone down. "If he's working late, why isn't he at his desk?" she muttered to herself.
 
What Jyoti didn't know was that her husband wasn't working late like he had told her. In fact, it was his usual lie. Ajay Rai had another problem. He liked to bet on cricket matches. At that very moment he was at the bar watching a match that he had bet heavily and lost.
 
By the time Ajay returned home Jyoti wasn't as mad. And when she brought up the subject, her charming husband's smile diffused any lingering anger. She loved him and knew he loved her. So what if he was extravagant? After all, a lot of it was spent on her and the children. And he worked so hard to provide the luxuries -- like that very night.
 
"Shhh, the kids are in their rooms," Jyoti whispered when her husband became frisky.

"So, I can't fuck my wife?"

"Ajay! Watch your language!"

Ajay looked at his beautiful wife -- long dark hair, big eyes, high cheekbones, pale flawless skin, firm breasts with nipples that got real long, thin waist, full hips, round butt, and a model's thin but curvy legs. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of her belly, unbelievably flat even after two pregnancies.
 
She was somewhat conservative when it came to making love and being sexy. She dressed conservatively and wasn't adventurous in bed. Only fucking in the missionary position was acceptable to her. Occasionally, if Ajay came up from behind, he could enter her that way -- from behind, not in her behind. She complained that it was demeaning and she felt like an animal doing it that way, but sometimes gave in to her husband's persistence. Early in their marriage Ajay tried going down on her, but Jyoti went ballistic. She thought that area was dirty and couldn't understand why he wanted to put his mouth there. When he suggested she use her mouth on him, Jyoti actually locked herself in the bathroom. He never asked again.
 
“Come on baby, I am going away for 2 weeks on a business trip” he pleaded
 
"I'm not in the mood" Jyoti said pushing his hand off her breast and getting out of bed. She put her nightgown on and climbed under the covers. "Give me a kiss goodnight."
 
Ajay understood his wife's tone of voice and leaned over, giving her a peck on the lips. Jyoti rolled over, facing away from him, and closed her eyes. Ajay went into the bathroom and jerked off, wondering why, after 20 years of marriage, he didn't know better than to bring that subject up.

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Next morning, Ajay left early. He was catching a flight for a business trip. After the kids left Jyoti received a call from Ajay’s boss that he wanted to come and meet her to discuss something important. She kept wondering what Ajay's boss wanted. He said it was very important. Jyoti thought it odd that her husband's boss wanted to speak to her while Ajay was away on business. To make matters worse, Mr. Misra always made Jyoti uncomfortable. He was a large domineering. Mr. Misra said he needed to talk to her... that it was important... and he was her husband's boss. She was so engrossed in her thoughts and fretting over what Mr. Misra wanted to talk about that she jumped when the doorbell rang.

Jyoti rushed to the door, it was Misra. He was accompanied by a security officerman in his 40s.She led them to the living room where they sat down on the couch. Jyoti looked around and decided to sit on a chair. She sat upright, with her knees together and her hands in her lap. Jyoti anxiously waited for her husband's boss to speak.

"How have you been?" Akhil Misra asked.

Jyoti was surprised by the courteous question. The coarse man never seemed to be well-mannered. Her only contact with him was at company functions, so maybe he had always put on a rough front during those to impress people. Maybe she had judged him incorrectly. Jyoti felt more at ease and relaxed her clenched fists.

"Fine, thank you. And how about you and your lovely wife?" Jyoti answered in her most friendly voice.

"Just fine... and the missus too. By the way this is inspector Shinde" Misra' facial features hardened and she felt nervous again.


"You must be wondering why we wanted to see you?"

"Yes, I was kind of surprised by your call... especially with Ajay out of town and all."

"It's better if he's not here. I want to talk to you about him."

"About Ajay? Whatever could you want to talk about?"

“Shinde why don’t you start”

"Madam, are you aware of your husband's gambling problem?"

Jyoti was stunned, but after a few moments of uneasy silence she said, "Ajay doesn't have a gambling problem. He doesn't even gamble."

Inspector Shinde pulled his phone out and showed a video of Ajay placing bets on a cricket match with a bookie and exchanging money.

"Where'd you get this?" a perplexed Jyoti asked.

"That's not important. You see, we've been investigating Ajay."

"What! Why?"

"I'm getting to that. Mr Misra uncovered a large amount of theft so we began our investigation. After a thorough investigation, all wrongdoing pointed at Ajay. Watch the next clip”

He played the next clip which showed Ajay removing some money from the office locker late at night.

“We have ample evidence that he has been stealing”

"Inspector, you must be wrong. Ajay wouldn't steal. And Ajay doesn't gamble," the exasperated woman said, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

"Well, I don’t care a shit that he gambles, BUT he's been stealing from us and I have the proof" Said Misra sternly

Shocked, Jyoti sat open-mouthed listening to the accusations. All of a sudden the room began to spin and then went dark. When Jyoti opened her eyes she was lying on the couch with Mr. Misra standing over her.

"It can't be. Ajay isn't like that. What are you going to do?"

“Madam, if Mr Misra presses charges we would have to arrest him and he is looking at 6-8 years in prison” said Shinde

“Mr Misra please you can’t press charges” Jyoti burst into tears

"That's why I'm here," Akhil Misra said. “ I am still deciding what to do and to negotiate, Shinde let me see if we can come up with a repayment plan with her, I will let you know of my decision by tomorrow”

“Ok, Sir” Shinde got up and left.

“Ok, close the door, this may be your lucky day, I have a proposition for you."

"For me? What can I do?"

Jyoti saw a wicked smile spread across Mr. Misra' face. "Well, Mrs. Rai... can I call you Jyoti?" When she nodded he continued. "Jyoti, you can help your husband out... your family too. I have enough evidence to send Ajay to prison for a long time. During the investigation we looked into your personal finances."

“From what we found, you spend extravagantly and you don’t have any saving with two kids in college, a house EMI to pay. IF Ajay goes to Jail, you and your kids will be out on the streets"

"No, please there must be another way!" Jyoti cried.

“I cannot afford for him to lose his job and go to prison, we'd lose the house! My children... what will happen to them?"

"Okay, that's why I'm here. I'm not a cruel man. I was very angry when I found out Ajay was stealing from me. But then I remembered you and... well, I have a proposition for you."

"What do you mean... a proposition?"

"Would you like to keep Ajay from losing his job and going to prison?"

"Of course."

"What would you be willing to do for that to happen?"

"Anything."Of course Jyoti meant she'd somehow pay Mr. Misra back, even if she had to scrub floors to do it. So she was shocked when he continued.

"I'm glad you feel that way. If you want to help your family, listen carefully to what I have to say. I am a very wealthy man so I can forget about the money your husband stole from me if... if you are nice to me."

"Mr. Misra, when have I ever not been nice to you?"

"Jyoti, you've been very polite to me. But I'm talking about being nice to me. Do you know what that means?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't. I'm quite upset right now and not thinking clearly. You have stunned me and I guess I'm a little confused. What are you talking about?"

"Okay, I'll be more straightforward. If you want me to forget about what your husband did, I expect you to have sex with me."

Jyoti's mouth opened and her hand covered it. The color from her face drained and she sat in the chair trembling. When she finally controlled her astonishment she yelled, "Get out of my house!"

“ The choice is yours, once I leave, I will come back with Shinde” Mr. Misra spun around and began walking towards the door. After about 10 feet he stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"This offer won't be repeated," Mr. Misra said

Jyoti leapt from the chair yelling, "Wait! Please stop!" Jyoti was in turmoil. Her body was shaking and she couldn't think. She didn't know what to do. Jyoti blurted out, "Okay, you win."

"Does that mean you'll do whatever I say?"

Jyoti hesitated and then said in a low voice with her eyes lowered, "Yes, I don't have a choice."

"Good. Then let's see what I'm getting." Mr. Misra sat back on the couch and waited. When Jyoti stood motionless he ordered, "Strip."

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Jyoti's shaking hands pulled up her Kurta. She saw the man's eyes staring at her covered breasts, waiting for them to be exposed. Her white bra was now all that covered her breasts from the leering man. She reached behind her back and unclasped it. With her bra hanging loosely in front of her breasts, Jyoti lost her nerve and wasn't able to fully expose herself. She left the bra dangling, covering most of her breasts, while she opened her jeans. After first kicking off her sandals, Jyoti leaned over to push her jeans down. This caused the bra to fall away from her body, exposing her breasts to Mr. Misra. She pressed the bra to her chest while pushing her pants down with her other hand.

Akhil Misra was enjoying the show. It was obvious to him how embarrassed the woman was, which added to his pleasure. When her tits came out of her bra he saw the long nipples, which he assumed was stiffened from the cool air. While Jyoti struggled to step out of her pants, using only one hand, Mr. Misra kept his eyes locked on her panties. They were plain white cotton panties, but even that added to his excitement. Evidently the woman undressing before him was modest. He surmised correctly that he was the only man, other than her husband, to see her in her underwear.

Jyoti stood trembling. She was standing almost completely naked in front of her husband's boss. One hand was holding her loose bra to her breasts and the other was covering her crotch. In one quick motion she pulled the bra off and covered her now naked breasts with her hand. Then she froze.

Mr. Misra stared at the immobile woman enjoying her discomfort. But after a while he got impatient. He stared at Jyoti. She understood what he was implying and took a deep breath for courage. Jyoti pushed her panties down and off as quickly as she could, knowing her privates were visible until her hand returned to cover it. She was standing completely naked, trying her best to cover her tits and pussy.

"Put your arms at your sides," Mr. Misra said coldly.

Jyoti knew this was the moment of truth. Could she display her nude body to the man? She thought of the consequence of not doing it and complied. Standing at attention, Jyoti was showing her body to a man other than her husband. She hated seeing the wanton look in his eyes as he scanned her nudity.

"Turn around... slowly," Mr. Misra said.

Jyoti did as ordered, turning away from Mr. Misra, showing him her ass. Then she kept turning until she once again faced him.

"I didn't mean all the way around," he said.

Jyoti once again turned, but this time stopping with her back to him. The room was silent and it was even more painful not to be able to see him... to know what he was doing. For the modest wife and mother it seemed like an eternity.

"Spread your legs," Mr. Misra said. "Good. Now bend at the waist and look at me from between your legs."

Jyoti gasped when she saw the upside down figure. His pants and underwear were off and his hard cock was sticking up. Not only was it hard, but Mr. Misra' cock looked much bigger -- longer and thicker -- than her husband's thin four-incher. She was also very aware that her pussy was exposed, and the cool air told her that her pussy-lips had parted. No one, not even her husband, had ever viewed her genitals like that.

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When Mr. Misra told her to come over to him, Jyoti gratefully stood up. But when she was standing next to him, totally naked, she blushed from embarrassment. Jyoti jumped back when Mr. Misra' hand went between her legs.

"Get back over here and spread your legs."

Jyoti shuffled back to the couch and did as she was told. When Mr. Misra' hand slipped between her legs she tensed, but didn't back away. She felt a finger push into her pussy.

"You're dry. Rub your clit so you get lubricated."

Jyoti didn't know how much more humiliation she could take. Her husband's boss had a finger inside her and told her to masturbate. Jyoti had learned to masturbate when she was a teenager. She had been taking a bath and washing her pussy. It felt good so she continued rubbing the top of it until her body shuddered in an orgasm. It became a regular bath time ritual until her mother told her that it was a sin. Since then she had refrained from providing herself that pleasure. And now a stranger was telling her to do it in front of him.

Jyoti located her clit with her forefinger and began a slow rubbing motion. The embarrassed woman felt the man's finger slightly moving in and out of her pussy while she masturbated for him. Jyoti didn't know which was more embarrassing -- when his eyes were staring at her finger or her face. Soon she felt the
finger inside her moving more, now sliding in and out with ease as her natural lubricants were released.

Mr. Misra removed his finger and said, "Get on my lap."
Jyoti was glad when he withdrew his finger and she was able to stop masturbating. As ladylike as possible, Jyoti sat on Mr. Misra' lap sideways with her knees together, but was quickly told to straddle him. She stood up and lifted a knee across his lap and sat. She glanced down and saw his hard cock pointing up at her.

Mr. Misra smiled when he saw Jyoti quickly avert her eyes and said, "Put it inside you."

"Please, I can't do that. I'm married. It's a sin," Jyoti whined.

"Do it or else..."

Jyoti knew she didn't have a choice. She shifted on Mr. Misra' lap trying to impale herself on his cock without touching it. But it was a futile attempt. She gave in and grabbed his cock, angling it downward. Rising up a bit, Jyoti guided the hard dick to her opening and sat down. She felt his big, thick cock slide into her pussy. Then it was completely inside her as she sat on her husband's boss' lap while he stared at her.

Mr. Misra' hands rose to Jyoti's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. His fingers found her nipples and pulled and twisted them. Jyoti was humiliated when they grew to their full size. She had always been embarrassed of her long nipples and hated it when they got large under her clothes for all to see. But now it was happening a foot away from the leering eyes of her husband's boss, and it wasn't the cold that was causing it. She tried to will them down, but to no avail.

Mr. Misra' hands released her breasts, only to be replaced by his mouth. While he sucked on one tit, Jyoti felt his hands cup her ass, pulling her up and then pushing her down. After switching to her other breast, spending a lot of time on her nipple, Mr. Misra pulled his face away and extended his arms to his sides over the back of the couch.

"Now fuck me," he ordered.

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Jyoti couldn't believe the shame, but she did as she was told. She realized she needed leverage so she put her hands on Mr. Misra' shoulders and lifted up. When she thought his cock would slip out if she went any further, Jyoti reversed direction, sitting back down on his lap. Then she lifted up again.
Jyoti was fucking her husband's boss. She was the one moving, although Mr. Misra would occasionally thrust his hips up to meet one of Jyoti's downward movements. But it was she who was doing most of the work. She was fucking him! That was humiliating enough, but she was further shamed by the feeling inside her pussy. She had never felt so full and her sensitive nerve endings were letting her know how good it felt. Soon, her up and down movements became faster.

Mr. Misra watched the woman's face change. It started off with a great deal of shame and emotional pain, but soon turned to lust. He knew she was enjoying his cock. It's not that she wanted to fuck him, but her body was reaching pleasure from the coupling in spite of the fact that she was being forced against her will to do it.

Mr. Misra brought one hand between their bodies and located Jyoti's clit. When he began rubbing it, Jyoti's eyes got real big and stared at him in shock. But she kept moving up and down on his cock, and he kept rubbing her clit. Soon he felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders and then she began moving up and down so fast that his finger lost contact with her clit. Jyoti let out a moan, and her body came to rest. She had climaxed.

Mr. Misra waited for Jyoti to open her eyes and then he saw her blush when the recognition came to her. He told her to continue, so Jyoti once again began fucking him. Mr. Misra had waited for Jyoti to climax, but now only wanted his own orgasm. He grabbed Jyoti's buttocks and guided her up and down his cock. He forcefully pulled her down onto his lap, jerking his hips up while holding her in place. Then he erupted.

Jyoti sat on her husband's boss' lap feeling his hot sperm enter her pussy. She felt so violated, but was even more disturbed that she had climaxed. Jyoti felt Mr. Misra' cock throbbing inside her, spurting sperm into her. Although she had been forced to do it, it was still adultery.

Jyoti sat in embarrassed silence while Mr. Misra recovered from his orgasm. She felt his cock shrink and then slip out while she sat on his thighs. In her spread position, Jyoti immediately felt the sperm leak from her gaping pussy as soon as the cock vacated it. But she was afraid to move, not knowing how her blackmailer would react. Only after Mr. Misra opened his eyes and smiled at her did he push her off his lap to the side.

Breathing hard, Mr. Misra said, "I'm glad we came to an agreement. As long as you continue to please me your husband will stay out of jail."

Jyoti watched her husband's boss put his clothes back on and stand up. She sat on the couch, not even thinking to cover her nudity. After all, she had just fucked the man and he had cum inside her. What difference did it make now if he saw her naked? Without uttering another word, Mr. Misra walked out of the house.

Jyoti sat in stunned silence for at least 10 minutes after Mr. Misra had left. Then she looked between her legs at the wetness on the couch where his sperm was leaking from her pussy. She jumped up and cupped her crotch with both hands, holding in the rest. With her hands between her legs, Jyoti wobbled to her bathroom and took a long, hot shower. She felt dirtier than she had ever felt in her entire life.
At dinner, Jyoti felt like her two children were able to tell she had committed adultery. At one point Disha even asked her mother if something was wrong. Jyoti blushed and looked away. When she turned back both her children were staring at her. She told them everything was fine and she just missed their dad.

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took her morning shower and was about to blow dry her hair when the doorbell rang. She muttered something under her breath, threw on a robe, and ran to the door. Her hand covered her open mouth when she saw Akhil Misra standing there.

"Now that's convenient," Mr. Misra said, nodding at Jyoti's attire. "That should save some time."

"Please, I have to dry my..."

Mr. Misra ignored Jyoti's outburst and pushed past her into the house. She stood still, stunned at her husband's boss' presence so soon.

"If you don't want your neighbors gossiping I suggest you close the door," Mr. Misra said with a smirk. Jyoti quickly slammed the door shut. "That's better. Now let's see what you have on under that robe."

"Mr. Misra, I would like to talk about this. I've been thinking and I know I can pay you back with interest. I'm sure we can come to an agreement that..."

"Jyoti, my dear, I expect you to pay me back... with interest. We already came to an agreement. Have you forgotten already?"

"But I can't..."

"Yes you can. You proved you could yesterday. Let's not waste any more time. Take off that robe."

Jyoti was at a loss. Mr. Misra had already seen her naked and fucked her. She relented and opened the robe, letting it fall off her shoulders and slide silently down her nude body. She made up her mind that Mr. Misra was going to fuck her, so the sooner she got it over with the sooner he'd be gone.

Mr. Misra put his hands on Jyoti's upper arms and held her at arm's length. His eyes scanned up and down her body and then came to rest on her face. She wanted to turn away, but knew that would anger him so she stared into his eyes. They were eyes filled with lust. Then he pulled her towards him and pressed his lips against hers.

Jyoti jumped back. She didn't expect something as intimate as a kiss. Jyoti expected him to use her body, not do anything as personal as kissing her. Mr. Misra pulled her to him again, more roughly this time. His right arm held her close causing her naked breasts to rub against his shirt. His other hand was at the back of her head, pressing her mouth to his. She felt his tongue pushing against her lips and parted them. Jyoti had to do whatever her husband's boss wanted, so when his tongue began exploring her mouth she met it with her own tongue. For some reason this seemed more like cheating than fucking did. Fucking was a basic animal instinct, but kissing was something that humans in love did. Those thoughts passed through Jyoti's mind while Mr. Misra smashed his mouth against hers, their tongues doing the dance of lovers... but they were not lovers.

When Mr. Misra pulled away, Jyoti found herself breathing hard. The kiss had been a very passionate one and, although she didn't feel even warmth towards her husband's boss, it took a lot out of her. In a daze-like state, Mr. Misra led Jyoti through her house by her hand. It wasn't until he had located her bedroom did she realize where she was. This was the room she shared with her husband. Mr. Misra sat her down on her marital bed. She stared dumbly while Mr. Misra removed his clothes.

When Mr. Misra was naked, Jyoti again noticed how much bigger his cock was than her husband's. She involuntarily clenched her vagina muscles when she remembered how it had filled her. But she quickly rid that thought from her mind. She had hated what Mr. Misra had made her do. Any pleasure she received from it was not emotional, just her body responding. It was her body, not her, that had succumbed. After all, it's a person's soul that makes them a human being. And she and Ajay were soul mates. Her love belonged to her husband, not the blackmailer standing before her.

Jyoti came out of her deep, painful thoughts when Mr. Misra stepped up to her. He used his legs to push her knees apart and got even closer. Jyoti was now very close to the big cock that had consumed her thoughts a moment before.

"Put it in your mouth."

Jyoti looked up at the man in shock. "Oh no, I can't."

"Sure you can... and you will."

"Please, you didn't say anything about doing that!"

"What the fuck did you expect? C'mon, suck my cock."

"I'll be sick. My god, I just can't."

Mr. Misra stared at the woman in disbelief, her face pale with fright. He knew she wasn't acting. It actually scared her to do what he had said.

"Are you telling me you've never had a cock in your mouth?"

"Never! That's disgusting!"

"Well, well. Ajay doesn't know what he's been missing. Too bad for him it'll be my cock you taste first. Now open your mouth and suck my cock!"

Jyoti panicked. She was sure she'd be sick if she did what Mr. Misra insisted. Instinct took over. Jyoti scooted back on the bed and obscenely spread her legs with her knees up.

"Do what you did yesterday. I know you'll like it."

"You want me to fuck you?" Mr. Misra said with a smirk.

Jyoti couldn't believe her reply, "Yes."

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Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti's ankles and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. He yanked her into a sitting position by her hair. Jyoti let out a yelp from the pain, her hands going to her head. Mr. Misra didn't let go though. With his fingers entwined in Jyoti's hair, Mr. Misra pulled her face to his crotch and rubbed it on his cock. Jyoti felt the warm flesh all over her face, even on her lips and closed eyelids. When Mr. Misra finally released Jyoti's head she opened her eyes and saw that his cock had stiffened a little and looked even more ominous.

"Now suck my cock!"

"I can't."

"We had a deal. Are you backing out on it?"

"You said you wanted to have sex with me. You never said you wanted me to do perverted stuff."

"First of all, a blowjob isn't perverted." Mr. Misra held up his hand to silence Jyoti. "Look, I don't know what you think, but sex is much more than fucking. The deal was you would do whatever I want. That includes sucking my cock and a whole lot of other things. I should walk out right now and go to the security officer, but I really think you didn't understand. So, I'll make myself clear. I expect you to do whatever and everything I tell you to, whether you think it's perverted or disgusting or anything else that you don't like. Jyoti, think carefully before you answer. Your future... and your family's future are at stake. You have one more chance of keeping Ajay out of jail and financial ruin of your family. Do we have an understanding? Wait, I'll be clearer. Will you do whatever I tell you to do, no matter what?"

Jyoti couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. It was the first time in her life she wanted to be dead. But even killing herself wouldn't help. Her family would still suffer. She looked up at Mr. Misra' face, then averted her eyes. They came to rest on his cock, now back to its limp state. Her eyes locked on his again and then she painfully nodded her concurrence.

"No, I want to hear you say it," Mr. Misra said. "I don't want any disagreements later."

"I agree."

"Be more specific."

"I will do whatever you say. I will do anything you tell me to."

"And what are you going to do right now?"

Jyoti's vocal cords froze and the knot in her stomach felt like it would turn her inside out. But she was beginning to understand her husband's boss and knew what he expected of her.

"I will suck your c-cock," she said, her lower lip trembling and her head hanging in shame.
Jyoti looked up and saw her Mr. Misra standing with his hands on his hips. He looked like the arrogant man she disliked. Jyoti knew he didn't have patience so she lifted her shaking hand and took hold of his cock in her fingertips. While moving her head forward, Jyoti lifted the cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and was about to put it inside when Mr. Misra stopped her.

"Kiss it first."

Jyoti's watery eyes rose to see Mr. Misra staring down at her, smirking. She looked back at the piece of meat in her fingers and saw another eye. At least that's how she saw the piss-slit, another arrogant eye looking at her. She puckered her lips and planted a kiss on the spongy head of her husband's boss' cock.

"Now lick it."

Jyoti looked up again. Would her shame never end? Her eyes returned to the cock in her hand and then she licked the part above her fingers. When she saw the stern look on Mr. Misra' face she knew he wasn't satisfied. She licked his cock again and again, adjusting her grip as it began to grow.

"Now suck it."

Jyoti looked at the cock now glistening with her saliva. She had to admit there hadn't been much of a taste, other than a slightly salty flavor probably from sweat. She was relieved of that, but the thought of doing what she had to was still very demeaning to the straitlaced woman.
Jyoti opened her mouth and moved forward, then closed her lips around the warm meat. She felt it expand in her mouth but fought the urge to pull back. Jyoti sat on the side of the bed with her husband's boss' cock in her mouth, honestly not knowing what to do. She remembered that he had told her to lick his cock before so she did that. Jyoti flicked her tongue along the cock held between her lips. The cock continued to grow until reaching its full 8 inches.

Jyoti's mouth was filling with saliva so she swallowed. In doing so, her mouth moved around Mr. Misra' cock, eliciting a moan from him. Jyoti repeated it with the same result. Instinct took over and Jyoti sucked on the cock in addition to licking it. Mr. Misra grabbed her head and began moving it back and forth. Her lips were now dragging along his cock. When he let go, Jyoti continued to bob her head. Jyoti was giving her first blowjob, licking, sucking, and sliding her lips on the cock, making slurping noises.
Mr. Misra' fingers grabbed Jyoti's hair again. Jyoti tried to keep moving her head, but he held her still. She didn't understand why he first wanted her to move her head and then stopped her when she was doing it. Confused, Jyoti kept the head of his cock in her mouth and continued sucking and licking it.
Suddenly, Jyoti froze when she felt something splash onto her tongue. It only took her a moment to realize Mr. Misra was climaxing, that it was his sperm she felt. Her eyes got real big as she looked up. Mr. Misra' eyes were closed. Jyoti tried to pull back, but the fingers locked in her hair tightened and held her in place. Jyoti felt another spurt and then another. She accidentally swallowed, tasting the warm, slimy substance. But there was nothing she could do while Mr. Misra kept filling her mouth with his semen.

When Mr. Misra opened his eyes, he saw the sickened look on Jyoti's face. His cock was still in her mouth, leaking the rest of his discharge. Jyoti's cheeks were puffed out a little and her lips were pressed tightly around his cock. He knew she had a mouthful of cum. Mr. Misra moved forward, forcing Jyoti to lean back. All the while he held her firmly by the hair so that she couldn't break free. He got his knees onto the bed and kept moving Jyoti backwards until she was lying on her back with his cock in her mouth. Jyoti felt the sperm slide to her throat and gulped it down. She swallowed several times until there was no more danger of drowning. It was only then that Mr. Misra pulled his cock from her mouth.
Jyoti instantly stuck her tongue out and rubbed the back of her hand against it, trying to rid the taste. She even spit several times, not caring that it was her own bed she was soiling. Mr. Misra propped his head on his hand, while lying on his side, and watched. He found it exhilarating to see a married woman who had never given a blowjob before reacting to his cumming in her mouth.

"That was disgusting. You're a disgusting man. I'm gonna be sick," Jyoti yelled at her husband's boss.

"You better get used to it. I like blowjobs and I don't pull out."

[sam1981]

Jyoti was relieved when Mr. Misra yanked her head away from his cock. She was finally finished. She watched as Mr. Misra dressed. His smile made her feel cheap, especially when he blew her a kiss as he walked out of the bedroom.

Jyoti continued to lay on her bed, confused and defiled. It wasn't until she looked at the clock that she realized how many hours of abuse she had taken. Disha would soon be home from college. Jyoti jumped out of bed and ran to the shower where she tried to cleanse the past hours from her body. While she was scrubbing her pussy, that feeling came back and before she realized it Jyoti was masturbating. She pulled her hand away, made a fist, and pounded the wall. She wondered what was becoming of her.

"Mom, where are you?" Disha shouted, arriving home from college. "Are you in there?"

Jyoti had just completed her shower after Mr. Misra' unwelcomed visit. She was in the master bathroom, having run to the shower hysterically after her ordeal. The bathroom door was left open, but her daughter was polite enough not to enter and spoke from behind the wall.

"Yes, honey, I'm almost done," Jyoti called out looking frantically for something to put on.

"Mom, I found your robe by the front door. What was it doing there?"

Jyoti panicked. At Mr. Misra' insistence, Jyoti had taken her robe off when he entered her house and she had left it crumpled on the floor. How was she going to explain that to her daughter? Then she remembered her daughter was in her bedroom where Mr. Misra and she had sex. The bed was messed
up and soiled. Then she really panicked. Her shorn pubic hairs were scattered all over the bed. Jyoti quickly wrapped a towel around her body and emerged from the bathroom.

"I was just cleaning and got hot. I guess I forgot about it. Thanks for bringing it to me," Jyoti said.

"Mom, it smells funny in here."

Jyoti saw her daughter scrunch her nose as she inhaled and begin to look around. Jyoti grabbed Disha's arm and dragged her out of the room, talking to her as a distraction.

"It's a new cleaning product. Never mind it. Come out of my room. It's not right for a daughter to see her mother's room so messed up." Jyoti gave a nervous laugh trying to make a joke of it. "I feel so silly not having fixed it up yet. Next thing you'll be asking not to make your bed. But I wasn't feeling well and I guess I just didn't have the energy."

"That's all right, Mom," Disha said when they were in the hall. "I didn't mean to criticize you. I was just wondering..." Jyoti saw a strange look cross her daughter's face as if she was about to say something. "I'll go do my homework now."

Jyoti wondered if her daughter knew what the smell was. She would die if Disha had known what her mother had done. Jyoti leaned down and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "That's a good girl." Then Jyoti remembered where her mouth had been and what had been in it. She felt sick. Jyoti patted her daughter on the butt and sent her on her way.

Over dinner, Jyoti thought her daughter kept glancing at her, but hoped it was only paranoia. It bothered her nonetheless. Jyoti felt guilty about what she had done and wondered if her attempt to protect her family would some day ruin it.

The next night Ajay came home from his business trip. They were in bed cuddling with Jyoti stroking his cock. She was tempted to put it into her mouth. After all, why should Mr. Misra have the pleasure of her mouth while her husband was denied? But Jyoti thought it was demeaning and, anyway, it would have been out of character for her, raising suspicions. When Ajay was ready, Jyoti moved onto her back and spread her legs. Ajay entered her in their customary way and fucked her until he climaxed. Jyoti didn't have an orgasm and couldn't help compare her husband to his boss. When Mr. Misra' larger cock was inside her, Jyoti felt much fuller and more stimulated.

Now that her husband was home, Jyoti felt like things were back to normal. That's why she was shocked when Mr. Misra called her Monday morning. He told her to be at his office at 10:00, and to -- the words haunted her -- "where something pretty, like a western dress."

[sam1981]

When Jyoti arrived at Mr. Misra' office his administrative assistant looked up at her and said, "You're Mrs. Rai, right?"

Jyoti nodded and was shown into Mr. Misra' large, plush office. When the admin left, Jyoti said to Mr. Misra, "She knows who I am."

"So?"

"So? My husband works here."

"Pooja is very discrete. We, um, have an agreement."

A cold shiver ran through Jyoti's body when she heard Mr. Misra chuckle. She understood full well what his "agreements" meant. Jyoti thought about the young woman outside the office, and then blushed when she realized the admin must know Mr. Misra well enough to know that Jyoti also had an agreement with him. The young girl, who Jyoti guessed to be in her twenties, knew Jyoti's husband and evidently knew that Jyoti was cheating on Ajay.

"Mr. Misra, why did you ask me here?"

"I didn't want to go to your home."

"Surely you don't mean that we would do something here?" Jyoti said incredulously.

"We have complete privacy. It would be too conspicuous to have a bed in my office, but other than that we have all the conveniences of home." Mr. Misra stretched his arms out for emphasis.

Jyoti's jaw dropped in disbelief. Her eyes wandered around the office. There was the typical executive's large desk and leather chair, but also a couch, other chairs, tables, bar, refrigerator, and a TV.

"I'm glad you took my advice and wore a skirt," Mr. Misra said. "Why are you wearing stockings underneath the skirt? Please remove them."

Jyoti knew the "please" was superfluous -- it was an order! She felt embarrassed taking her stockings off in the man's office and turned her back on him. Jyoti reached under her skirt and very carefully pulled the, down to her knees, ensuring her skirt covered her lower body. She knew it was silly, but she did it anyway. After stepping out of them, Jyoti looked around and then stuffed them in her purse

"Are you wearing panties?" Mr. Misra asked.

"Of course!" Jyoti said indignantly.

"Well, a lot of women don't bother when they wearing stockings. Take them off as well."

That task was easier, and Jyoti soon had her panties in her hand. She put them in her pocketbook as well. Jyoti silently watched Mr. Misra open his pants and shove them, with his underwear, to his ankles.

"Get me hard with your mouth."

Jyoti instinctively glanced at the closed door, then walked to where Mr. Misra was standing and dropped to her knees. She lifted his limp dick and put it into her mouth. Jyoti couldn't believe she was on her knees giving her husband's boss a blowjob in his office. She remembered denying her husband what his boss was now getting.

Mr. Misra was pleased with Jyoti's mouth. He was surprised at how good she had become after just a few times. He wondered just how "good" this prim and proper married woman would get. Even his admin, who was just 20 years old, had been experienced the first time he stuck his cock in her mouth.

But he was Jyoti's first and the thought of that added to his enjoyment. Mr. Misra looked down at the head moving back and forth, the lips sliding up and down his now hard cock.

"Go lean over the side of the couch."

Jyoti stopped what she was doing when she heard Mr. Misra speak. She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth. Jyoti pulled her head back and stood up, wiping the spittle from her chin with the back of her hand. She walked over to the side of the couch and placed her hands on the seat cushion, the padded arm pressing against her thighs as she bent over.

Mr. Misra took small steps as he walked towards Jyoti since his pants were still around his ankles. He stood behind Jyoti and flipped her skirt onto her back, nudging her legs apart by pushing on the insides of her feet with his. Mr. Misra unceremoniously stuck a finger into Jyoti's pussy.

"You're too dry. Masturbate for me."

If Jyoti's face hadn't been buried in the couch, Mr. Misra would have seen it turn beet red. She moved one hand under her body between her legs and began rubbing her clit. She felt Mr. Misra' breath on the back of her thigh and knew he was kneeling behind her with his face close to her pussy, watching her shamelessly masturbate. From time to time he'd stick a finger inside her to test her lubrication.

When Mr. Misra was satisfied that Jyoti was wet enough he stood up and pushed his cock inside her. Holding onto her hips, he slowly moved his cock in and out, savoring the fact that he was fucking his employee's wife with her husband in the same building. The thought of that caused him to speed up.

As soon as Jyoti felt Mr. Misra enter her she pulled her hand away. But her frigging had aroused her, and now that the thick, large cock was sliding in and out of her pussy she craved an orgasm. Without thinking about how humiliating it was, Jyoti's hand crept between her legs again. She rubbed her clit while feeling Mr. Misra' balls slapping against her fingers.

Jyoti didn't know how long they were at it, but soon she had to bite on her knuckles to suppress the moan as her orgasm hit her. While her body spasmed, her pussy clenched and unclenched around the cock fucking her. That triggered Mr. Misra' climax and Jyoti felt his sperm gush into her pussy.

Jyoti remained bent over the couch, breathing hard. When she finally looked up, she saw Mr. Misra sitting at his desk. He was staring at her, his pants still around his ankles. When he crooked his finger to motion her over, Jyoti pushed up on the couch and walked to him. Her legs felt like rubber.

"One more thing," Mr. Misra said. "Suck me off again." Jyoti dropped to her knees but Mr. Misra swirled his chair around so that he was facing his desk. "No, I have work to do. Get under the desk."

Jyoti crawled under the large desk. She hesitated when she saw the stains on the carpet. The rest of the office was immaculate, yet the carpet under the desk was soiled. But after all she'd been through, that seemed the least of her worries. When Jyoti was in place, Mr. Misra pushed his chair under the desk and parted his knees. Jyoti looked at the slimy dick that had just fucked her and put it in her mouth. While sucking and licking it, Jyoti felt Mr. Misra' sperm leaking from her pussy and running down her thighs. She then realized what the stains on the carpet were. Mr. Misra had done this before.

Jyoti heard the intercom click on and the admin's voice say, "Mr. Misra, your 10:30 appointment is here."

"Send him in."

[sam1981]

Jyoti heard the intercom click on and the admin's voice say, "Mr. Misra, your 10:30 appointment is here."

"Send him in."

Jyoti froze. Someone was coming into the office and she was giving Mr. Misra a blowjob. But when she felt the inside of Mr. Misra' knee kick the side of her head, Jyoti put his cock back into her mouth.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Jyoti froze again. She recognized her husband's voice. She was under Mr. Misra' desk sucking his cock and Ajay was in the office.

"Ajay, please sit down," Mr. Misra said, kicking Jyoti again. "It's the Kanpur plant. I think we..."

Jyoti couldn't believe what was happening. While her husband discussed a typical business problem with his boss, Jyoti was on her knees sucking his boss' cock. And then Mr. Misra jerked his hips, sending his cock into Jyoti's throat. She gagged and pulled back. To her dismay, the conversation had stopped. She realized immediately Ajay had heard her and he knew what was going on under the desk.

"Never mind that," Mr. Misra said to Ajay, "it's just one of my sluts."

Jyoti was flabbergasted. Ajay remained silent and Jyoti wondered what her husband was thinking. Evidently this wasn't an unusual occurrence. Was he upset or intrigued? She wondered what he would think if he knew it was his wife on her knees on the sperm soiled carpet under the large oak desk sucking his boss' cock.

"Go on, honey, put it back in your mouth," Mr. Misra said, peering under the desk with a huge grin. Then he sat upright and said to Ajay, "She's not all that good at sucking cock yet, but she's learning. It seems her husband doesn't get to use her mouth."

"Too bad for him," Ajay said, trying to sound macho

Ajay's comment got Jyoti angry. She'd show him. Jyoti grabbed Mr. Misra' large cock and stuffed it back into her mouth. She sucked it more vigorously than ever before, fisting the part outside her mouth. Jyoti wasn't even concerned with being quiet and her slurping noises filled the room, with an occasional gag when her "out of control" bobbing head drove the cock into her throat.

Other than Jyoti's sucking noises, there was silence in the room until Mr. Misra' groan when he climaxed, "Oh god! Aaaggrgggg," and then Jyoti's loud swallowing.

Jyoti felt the sperm squirt into her mouth and gulped it down. Mr. Misra' body was jerking as she continued to suck his cock, getting all of his sperm. Jyoti again wondered about her husband... what Ajay would think about his wife drinking his boss' sperm. But then Jyoti realized what she had done and pulled her mouth off the throbbing cock.

"I... uh... stand corrected. She is... quite... uh... good," Mr. Misra said between pants, trying to control his breathing. "Shit, Ajay, you should be so lucky."

Jyoti was embarrassed for what she had done. It was bad enough she had to do the demeaning act, but she had done it with gusto. And now Mr. Misra was throwing that fact into her husband's face since he knew that Jyoti didn't give Ajay blowjobs. Jyoti crawled further away from Mr. Misra' legs until she was pressed against the back of the desk, her belly and pussy full of Mr. Misra' sperm. Huddling there in shame, Jyoti heard the two men finish their business. Then she heard the shuffling of Ajay standing up on the other side of the desk she was leaning against, and then the door closing behind him.

"He's gone. You can come out now," Mr. Misra said, rolling his chair backwards.

Jyoti climbed out from under the desk. "How could you have done that?"

"I didn't do it... you did."

"I mean, how could you bring Ajay in here with me here?"

"I enjoyed it immensely. Didn't you?"

"NO! Absolutely not!"

"You sure acted like you enjoyed it. That was the best blowjob you ever gave me. Hell, it's at the top of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten."

"I was mad, that's all."

"Shit, I need to figure out how to keep you mad. You are a great cocksucker when you're mad."

[sam1981]

Mr. Misra reached for his intercom and pressed a button before saying, "Pooja, come in here please."

Jyoti panicked and dove back under the desk, holding her knees to her chest in an attempt to be as small as possible.

"Yes sir," the secretary said.

"Help Mrs. Rai out from under the desk."

Jyoti was humiliated beyond belief when the 20 year old bent down and extended her hand to Jyoti. Jyoti was motionless for a few moments, but then ignored the offered hand and crawled out from under the desk. Jyoti stood up and smoothed her skirt.

"You have some stuff there," Pooja said, pointing to the side of her own mouth for reference.

Jyoti's hand wiped her mouth and felt the sperm the younger woman was referring to. Jyoti blushed a deep shade of red. If there had been any doubt in the 20 year old's mind as to what had happened, it was now gone.

"Pooja, Mrs. Rai performed good for me. I'm feeling generous and wish to return the favor." Mr. Misra then turned to Jyoti and told her to sit on the couch. After Jyoti was seated, he said to Pooja, "Use your mouth on her. Give her an orgasm."

Jyoti stared wide-eyed as the young woman walked towards her. Jyoti instinctively snapped her knees together, and then pushed Pooja's hands away as they attempted to lift her skirt.

"Jyoti, don't fight her," Mr. Misra said.

"Please, I can't. For god's sake, don't," Jyoti pleaded.

"I know you can. You said you couldn't suck my cock, but we now know you can. So I'm sure you can do this little thing too. Just sit back and enjoy it. It's my treat." When Jyoti continued to push Pooja's hands away, Mr. Misra sternly said, "I'm not going to tell you again. Behave or I'll bring your husband back in here and we three will have a heart-to-heart talk."

That was all Jyoti needed to hear to subdue her. Jyoti's hands fell to her sides while Pooja lifted her skirt to her waist. When Pooja pushed Jyoti's knees, she submissively spread her legs. Jyoti looked down and saw the young woman staring up at her. Pooja's expression was difficult to read, but Jyoti didn't have much time to decipher it. In a flash, Pooja's face was buried between Jyoti's spread legs, licking and munching on her pussy.

Jyoti thought she would be sick. It was bad enough to have Mr. Misra lick her there, but to have a woman do it was even more defiling. Jyoti wondered if Pooja liked to have sex with women or was just being forced to do it. But whatever Pooja's reasons, her talented tongue soon had Jyoti moaning and humping her hips. Jyoti felt Pooja's tongue going deep into her pussy, sucking the sperm out. And with Pooja's fingers holding Jyoti's labia apart, the young woman ravished Jyoti's clit with her long, active tongue.

"Oh... oh god... oh, oh... aahh..." Jyoti moaned as Pooja brought her to the peak of an orgasm, and then Jyoti's hands grabbed the younger woman's head, pulling her face to her pussy as she climaxed, "aaahhhhhh."

"Well done," Mr. Misra said to Pooja.

[sam1981]

Jyoti slowly opened her eyes. Pooja was standing, wiping her mouth with her hand. Mr. Misra was next to her, sporting another hard-on. Pooja's free hand was gently stroking Mr. Misra' cock. Pooja was staring between Jyoti's widely spread legs, but again Jyoti couldn't determine what the 20 year old was thinking. Jyoti didn't even bother to close her legs or pull her skirt down. She just sat there breathing hard.

"Isn't Pooja a sweetie?" Mr. Misra said, placing his arm around the young secreatry’s. Pooja continued to jerk him off while he caressed her tit. "She's my wife's niece, you know." Jyoti's eyes widened. "Yep, my wife was so happy when I gave Pooja a job. I'm happy too. She's worked out well, wouldn't you say?"
"I don't know what to say," Jyoti said.

"Then don't say anything. Get over here and suck my cock some more."

Defeated, Jyoti got off the couch and went to the other two. She dropped to her knees and stared at the cock in Pooja's hand. Pooja was holding it, waiting for Jyoti to open her mouth. When Jyoti did, Pooja placed a hand on the back of Jyoti's head and pushed her forward. Jyoti closed her lips around the cock and began sucking. Pooja didn't let go. Jyoti was sucking Mr. Misra' cock while his admin held it, and Pooja's other hand was still on the back of Jyoti's head, gently guiding it back and forth. The girl, just a year older than Jyoti's son, was helping Jyoti suck Ajay's boss' cock... her uncle's. It was so humiliating for Jyoti to be on her knees in Mr. Misra' office with these two perverted people.

While all that was going on, Mr. Misra tugged on Pooja's tight skirt until it was bunched around her waist. Jyoti kept glancing that way and was surprised to see Pooja was not wearing panties and her pussy was shaven. Pooja didn't have any hair on her pussy at all. After all that had happened, Jyoti was still shocked to see Mr. Misra slip a finger into Pooja's pussy. The young woman obediently parted her legs to give him better access. Jyoti thought she was in a nightmare. She was on her knees sucking her husband's boss' cock while he fingered his wife's niece who continued to hold the cock in Jyoti's mouth.
Mr. Misra unbuttoned Pooja's blouse and then pulled it off her shoulders, letting it hang from the waistband of her skirt. He then removed her bra.

"This is nice, but I want something else," Mr. Misra said.

Mr. Misra backed away, causing his cock to pop from Jyoti's mouth. Pooja knew to release it as well. As directed, Pooja lay down on her back. Mr. Misra straddled Pooja's upper body and positioned his saliva-coated cock between her huge tits, pressing them together. He began a slow tit-fuck which got faster as he got closer to climaxing. Then he grunted, spewing his sperm all over Pooja's face, chin, neck, and chest. Mr. Misra rolled off Pooja who lay unmoving on the floor.

"Clean her," Mr. Misra said to Jyoti. When Jyoti went to the desk and pulled a couple of tissues out of the tissue box, Mr. Misra chuckled and then added, "With your tongue. Lick my sperm off until Pooja is clean."

Jyoti was beyond protesting and went over to the prone girl. She scanned the young girl's body and decided to work her way down. Jyoti leaned forward and licked some sperm off Pooja's cheek. She continued on the other woman's face until she was licking Pooja's lips. Suddenly, Pooja opened her mouth and met Jyoti's tongue with her own. Jyoti jumped back at the unexpected girl/girl kiss. She cautiously moved to Pooja's chin and then licked it clean before licking the girl's neck. Straightening up to assess what was left, Jyoti saw a white milky pool on Pooja's chest. Jyoti hated touching the other woman's breasts, but she gently pushed them apart and buried her face between the two soft orbs. With Pooja's breasts against Jyoti's cheeks, Jyoti licked the remaining sperm off the younger woman's body... a girl not much older than her own children.

"Keep going," Mr. Misra said when Jyoti sat up.

Jyoti scanned the girl's body and then looked up at Mr. Misra in confusion.

"I'm done."

"You'll be done when I say you're done. You were licking down her body. Keep going."

Jyoti looked at Pooja again. She even leaned in for a closer look, but didn't see any sperm. Jyoti looked up at Mr. Misra and held her palms up to indicate her puzzlement.

"Oh, I see. You're right. You seem to have licked off all the sperm." Jyoti sighed her relief that Mr. Misra finally comprehended that she was indeed done. "But I want you to keep going anyway. It's time that
tongue of yours tasted something new."

[sam1981]

Jyoti turned white. She looked up at Mr. Misra in shock and then back down at Pooja. Pooja sort of smiled and then spread her legs. Jyoti jumped back when Pooja's knee touched her, retreating on her hands and butt until she crashed against the couch.

"Come back here and get your face between Pooja's legs," Mr. Misra ordered. "Do unto others as they have done unto you... or something like that."

Jyoti was frozen in place. All she could do was shake her head from side to side. Her eyes darted from Mr. Misra to Pooja, back to Mr. Misra. Jyoti felt her bottom lip quivering.

"Please, I can't. Don't make me. Please, I've done everything else," Jyoti pleaded.

Jyoti watched Mr. Misra like a hawk. He stared at her, then nonchalantly turned and walked to his desk. His not speaking made it all the worse for Jyoti. She was scared to death and she couldn't stop shaking. Mr. Misra began flipping through his rolodex, then turned around.

"Pooja, do you know Ajay Rai's extension?"

"6591," the girl lying on the floor answered from memory.

"Wh-What do you want Ajay's extension for?" Jyoti cried out.

"I just thought he'd like to see who gave me a blowjob."

"For god's sake, you can't. Oh-my-god! You can't."

"Of course I can, unless..."

"What? Unless what?"

Mr. Misra motioned towards Pooja and flicked his tongue like a snake. Jyoti's hand covered her open mouth, shielding the scream that never came out. She felt the tears flowing down her cheeks and couldn't breathe. Jyoti gasped a few times, trying to regain her breathing. She felt trapped like a cornered animal. Jyoti wanted to strike out at the evil man who had complete control over her, but was powerless to do so. Jyoti waited as long as she could, but when Mr. Misra picked up his telephone and she saw him press the first number of her husband's extension, Jyoti scurried to Pooja. She looked at Mr. Misra who had not pressed the second number, but he didn't put the phone back in its cradle either as he coldly stared at her. He stood there waiting for Jyoti, who was kneeling next to Pooja.

Jyoti's life was in turmoil. She had done despicable things, and now was about to do something even more sickening. But Jyoti couldn't think of a way out. She looked at Pooja who smiled. Jyoti felt the younger woman's leg bump into her. Jyoti jumped out of the way, allowing Pooja to spread her legs. Jyoti looked at Mr. Misra one more time, and then climbed over Pooja's leg. Jyoti was now between Pooja's widely spread legs.

Jyoti looked at Pooja's bald pussy. It was different than hers. Pooja's inner pussy-lips extended past her outer ones, looking soft and flexible. Jyoti couldn't move. She knew what was expected of her, but she was immobile. It was the sound of the telephone speaker being turned on that freed her immobility.

"Hello?" Ajay's voice was heard loud and clear.

"It's Akhil Misra."

"Yes sir, what can I do for you?"

Jyoti panicked. She dove face first into Pooja's pussy, licking furiously.

"Sorry, I dialed the wrong number. Remember to take care of that Kanpur matter we discussed earlier."

"I'm already on it."

"Thanks Ajay. Good job."

Mr. Misra hung up and walked next to the two women. Jyoti looked up at him, never stopping her licking of Pooja's pussy. Mr. Misra dropped to the floor, lying on his side with his head propped up in his hand. His face was near Pooja's waist, watching Jyoti perform oral sex on the younger woman's pussy.

"Don't just lick around the sides," Mr. Misra said. "Get your tongue inside and do it right. You won't stop until she cums."

[sam1981]

Jyoti had been licking the shaven skin all around the slit, and Mr. Misra caught her. Being so close to Pooja's pussy, Jyoti had smelled it, but that's all. Now her tongue slowed down, but moved over Pooja's slit. Jyoti felt, for the first time, the fleshy inner lips. Jyoti saw Mr. Misra move in closer to watch her pink tongue touch and move Pooja's thin, flexible flesh.

Mr. Misra' free hand patted Jyoti on the head like he would a cat licking a bowl of milk. Then the hand moved onto Pooja where he used his thumb and forefinger to pry her labia apart. Jyoti stopped licking for only a moment, knowing full well what would happen if she didn't continue. Then her tongue moved again, this time sinking into the folds of Pooja's genital. Jyoti felt the warmth and wetness of the other woman on her tongue and lips. But she was too afraid to stop so Jyoti kept licking.

Pooja began moaning and moving her lower body. Jyoti's eyes looked up the length of Pooja's body, seeing her large breasts heaving with the younger woman's breathing. Then one of Pooja's legs, the one farthest from Mr. Misra, bent at the knee. With that foot now flat on the floor, Pooja moved her knee outward and then back inward, pressing her inner thigh on the side of Jyoti's face. All the while Jyoti was licking inside Pooja's pussy-slit.

Mr. Misra leaned next to Jyoti so close that the sides of their faces touched. He whispered in her ear, telling her how much Pooja was enjoying her tongue. Then he told her to use her tongue like a cock. Jyoti listened to Mr. Misra and then hesitated when he told her that. She wondered what he meant, then it dawned on her. Jyoti pressed her tongue against the wet flesh inside Pooja's slit, then moved it downward until the tip of her tongue found Pooja's hole. Jyoti pushed her tongue partway into Pooja's pussy which caused Pooja to hump her hips, smashing her pussy into Jyoti's face and forcing her tongue in deeper. The taste was now much more potent, but Jyoti "used her tongue like a cock" by moving it in and out of Pooja's pussy.

Pooja began fucking Jyoti's tongue, thrusting her pelvis up and down. Mr. Misra lost his hold on Pooja's pussy so her labia snapped shut around Jyoti's tongue. Jyoti remained still, keeping her taut tongue extended while Pooja fucked it. All of a sudden there was stillness as Pooja's lower body strained upwards with Jyoti's face between her thighs. And then Pooja's body collapsed to the floor, finally separating her pussy from Jyoti's mouth.

"And you said you couldn't do that," Mr. Misra said to Jyoti. "You said you couldn't suck my cock... but you did. You said you couldn't lick Pooja's pussy... but you did. There are all kinds of things you can do that you don't think you can. See how much you're learning about yourself?"

Jyoti watched Mr. Misra get to his feet. His cock was hard again which wasn't a good sign. He held his hand out for her and then guided Jyoti to her feet. Then he led her to the couch where he sat down and told her to turn away from him. Jyoti felt her skirt lifted to her waist and then Mr. Misra pulled her onto his lap. When she sat down, Mr. Misra guided her so that his cock sunk into her pussy. His hand reached around her waist and, while she sat on his lap with his cock inside her, Mr. Misra rubbed her clit.

"Pooja really cums hard," Mr. Misra whispered into Jyoti's ear. "It takes her a while to recover. Doesn't she look beautiful lying there, especially with her legs spread? Did you like her pussy? Maybe you should shave yours. Didn't you like the feel of her inner lips on your tongue? They just flop around like loose skin. How do you like the way she tastes? She really juices up when she's hot. And when she cums, did you feel all her juices on your tongue? I know you did. And you can still taste her, can't you?"

While taking dirty to Jyoti, Mr. Misra kept rubbing her clit. Jyoti was very aware of his thick dick inside her pussy, and her body began to squirm on it. But Mr. Misra held her in place, limiting her movements. Unconsciously, Jyoti wanted the cock to fuck her, but Mr. Misra wasn't cooperating.

Pooja began to stir on the floor and lazily opened her eyes. The young secretary slowly scanned the room and, when she saw the other two on the couch, she smiled and crawled to them. Jyoti's legs were on either side of Mr. Misra', so when he spread his legs Jyoti's moved with them. Pooja crawled in closer until Jyoti could feel the girl's breath on her pussy. Then Jyoti felt Pooja's tongue press against the area where cock and pussy were joined, as if Pooja was trying to push her tongue inside the already occupied hole.

Mr. Misra' finger continued to rub Jyoti's clit, and now Pooja's tongue was actively licking there as well. Jyoti tried to bounce on the cock inside her twat, but Mr. Misra held her stationary with a strong hand on her shoulder. Even without moving, however, the stimulation was too much for Jyoti who climaxed with a loud sigh.

Mr. Misra pushed Jyoti off his cock. Pooja moved out of the way and allowed the older woman's spasming body to crumple onto the floor. When Jyoti came around, Mr. Misra said he wanted a double blowjob. Pooja pulled Jyoti to her knees and put her hand on the back of Jyoti's head, pushing it to Mr. Misra' crotch. Pooja leaned forward so that Mr. Misra' cock, slimy with Jyoti's juices, was now between the two women's faces.

Pooja was the first to begin licking the side of her uncle's cock. Jyoti soon relented and began licking the other side. The two women's faces were very close to each other and their tongues often slipped off the side of the cock and touched. Pooja was the first to capture the cock into her mouth while Jyoti kept licking the shaft. Then Pooja pulled off the cock, pushing Jyoti's head into place until she opened her mouth and began sucking the cock. They alternated like that -- one sucking and one licking -- until Mr. Misra was ready to climax.

Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti by the hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. He held her in place while his hips jerked upwards, causing her to continuously gag. It wasn't until Jyoti felt his sperm enter her mouth that he stopped thrusting his cock into her throat. Mr. Misra' sperm filled her mouth while Pooja sucked and licked his balls.

When Mr. Misra finished cumming he pushed Jyoti off his cock. Pooja jumped onto Jyoti, pressing her mouth to the older woman's and pushing her tongue inside. In a daze, Jyoti French-kissed the 20 year old woman, feeling Pooja's tongue searching for her uncle's sperm.

When the two women separated, Mr. Misra told them they could go. Jyoti watched Pooja dress, but quickly decided to leave before anything else happened.

[sam1981]

Jyoti wanted to run as fast as she could when she left Mr. Misra' office, but she didn't want to be conspicuous. So she walked at a fast pace, wishing to put as much distance between her and the two perverts as quickly as possible. Every time she was with Mr. Misra, Jyoti ended up doing more and more degrading things. In her wildest dreams -- nightmares actually -- she would never have thought she'd ever have sex with a woman. But that's exactly what happened. And Pooja was so young, barely older than Jyoti's son.
When Jyoti got home, her son was already there since he had a short day at college. Jyoti dropped her pocketbook next to the door and rushed towards her room to take a shower. She was surprised to see Aarav.

"Hi Mom, can I have five hundred rupees?"

"What?"

"Can I have money? I need to buy some supplies for my art class."

"Oh, sure. My purse is by the front door"

"No problem."

Jyoti knew she could. She had raised her children right. They had never gotten into trouble and were doing well in college. She did trust her children. Jyoti continued to her bedroom where she closed and locked the door.

Aarav thought his mother was acting strange. She wasn't herself and seemed confused, almost as if her mind was elsewhere. She also looked disheveled. But he just shrugged it off and went to get the money. When Aarav opened the purse he almost dropped it. Inside were panties. He looked over his shoulder and then took out the panties. They weren't warm so he knew they hadn't just been removed. Aarav pressed the panties to his nose and inhaled. The smell of pussy was on them. They had been worn, and probably by his mother.

When Jyoti removed her dress she stared dumbly at her nakedness. She was confused for a moment and then remembered Mr. Misra had her take her panties off. Then her eyes got real big when she remembered she had stuffed them into her purse. Jyoti threw on a robe and, in a panic, ran to the front of the house, stopping dead in her tracks. She saw her son holding her panties to his face.

Flabbergasted, and embarrassed, Jyoti quickly turned around and ran back to her bedroom where she collapsed onto the floor behind the closed door. Her life was in turmoil, turned upside down. She wondered how she would ever explain to her son why her underwear was in her purse. No matter how hard she tried, no feasible lie came to mind. And she wondered why her son was holding her panties to his face. It would have been one thing to see them in his hand, but being pressed to his face was another matter. She wondered what on Earth made Aarav do that.

Meanwhile, Aarav put the panties back in the purse. Aarav left for the store, wondering why his mother's undergarments were in her purse.

Jyoti stayed in her room until she had to make dinner. She couldn't face her son and was grateful to hear his stereo blasting in his bedroom. Normally, Jyoti would tell him to lower it, but she didn't want to see him. That thought caused a pain in her gut. Jyoti loved her children above all else in the world, and she didn't want to see her son.

When Aarav finally came to dinner there were some awkward glances shared between mother and son. Most of that night's dinner conversation was between Ajay and Disha with Aarav and Jyoti surprisingly quiet. Jyoti would sneak a peek at her son who would quickly avert his eyes. The same would happen when Aarav would catch his mother staring at him. They shared a secret, although Aarav not understanding it. And Aarav was unaware of his mother seeing him with her panties pressed to his face.


Jyoti was still upset the next morning when Mr. Misra called.

"You're ruining my life!" Jyoti shouted into the phone. "I'm losing my family. You're a beast. You... you... you..."

"Shut up!" Mr. Misra said. "So what if you have a little sex on the side? After all, it's for your family you're doing it."

"But I can't look Aarav in the eye anymore. He found my panties in my purse and I can't explain that you made me take them off in your office. My god, he was smelling them or something. He..."

Jyoti was furious and ranted on. But suddenly she realized that she was telling Mr. Misra something very personal and stopped. It was none of his business.

"You still there?" Jyoti said quietly into the mouthpiece when she didn't hear Mr. Misra.

"That's very interesting," Mr. Misra said.

"What is?"

"Aarav's your son, right?"

"Yes..." Jyoti said, very tentatively.

"Hmmmm."

"What are you implying? That it's my fault? That I'm a bad mother?" Jyoti was yelling again.

"Nothing about fault. I just think it's interesting that your son was smelling your panties."

"Never mind that. That's not important. What do you want?"

Jyoti pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it when she heard the click. Mr. Misra hung up on her. At first she was relieved to be rid of him, but then she thought about his reaction to what she had told him. Her stomach fluttered with the apprehension you feel when you think something bad is going to happen.

It was towards the end of the day when Mr. Misra called again. He told Jyoti to come to his office the next morning. He ignored her protests and told her to be there or else. That night Jyoti couldn't sleep. It was bad enough to be forced to do sexual things with Mr. Misra, but to do them in the same building her husband was in made it worse.

The next day, Jyoti stood uncomfortably at Pooja's desk. The smile the secretary gave her sent a shiver up Jyoti's body, but she didn't say anything... nor did she return the smile. Jyoti entered the office and took the seat Mr. Misra motioned to. He looked serious and asked her to explain what happened with her son and her underwear. Jyoti thought he actually seemed concerned. She wondered if Mr. Misra had feelings and was a compassionate person after all, even though he was sexually perverted.

"That's all. You can leave now," Mr. Misra said.

[sam1981]

Astonished, Jyoti just stared at Mr. Misra. Was her mind playing games with her? Was she free to go without having to have sex with him? Jyoti jumped up and cautiously turned to the door. When Mr. Misra didn't say anything, she walked slowly expecting him to stop her at any minute. Standing at the door, Jyoti hesitated with her hand on the doorknob before opening it and stepping outside. Jyoti scurried through the building until she was sitting safely in her car. Her hands were shaking so much she couldn't get the key into the ignition. Jyoti took a few deep breaths and then started the car. It wasn't until she was in the safety of her own house that she collapsed onto the floor, shaking and tears uncontrollably falling from her eyes, the tension and apprehension leaving her body.

But when the telephone rang about an hour later and Jyoti heard Mr. Misra' voice, the apprehension returned. He was very vague, just saying that the company car would pick her up the next day at 10:00 a.m. and that she was to wear something traditional but sexy and no underwear at all. She wanted to know why, but he just warned her what would happen if she didn't do what he said.

Over dinner, Jyoti's husband complained about how hard he had worked that day.

"You wouldn't believe the hoops I had to go through today," Ajay said. "One of our big Japanese customers is in town and I had to produce report after report and a glitzy presentation. Mr. Misra needed it for a big meeting tonight. Then there's some big party tomorrow. You'd think I'd get invited to that, wouldn't you? I did all the work and wasn't even invited to the fun."

Jyoti only heard parts of what her husband said. She was worried about tomorrow. What did Mr. Misra have in mind? When Ajay mentioned the party, Jyoti perked up. If Mr. Misra was going to be at a business event, who was going to pick her up in the car?

[sam1981]

The next day Jyoti looked through her wardrobe. Mr. Misra said to wear something sexy. Jyoti didn't own anything sexy. The last thing she wanted was to make him angry, but what was she supposed to do? After making numerous selections, only to put the clothes back, Jyoti settled on a sari with a deep neck and backless blouse. By the time Jyoti finished with her hair and make-up she realized it was nearly 10:00 o'clock. She had spent so much time choosing her outfit that she was now out of time.

Jyoti put on a pair of black panties and then her petticoat. Then Jyoti suddenly remembered Mr. Misra' orders -- no underwear. She begrudgingly reached under her petticoat and removed her panties. After putting them back in the drawer, Jyoti felt very naked. Jyoti slipped on high-heel sandals and then automatically reached into her bra drawer, but came back empty-handed. No underwear meant no bra as well. Jyoti put the white blouse over her naked tits and buttoned it up. When she looked at herself in the mirror, Jyoti gasped. She had chosen the blouse because it was the most sexy one she owned. The problem was that it was sheer and she had never worn it without something underneath. The shape of her breasts was clearly visible as well as the dark areoles and nipples.

Jyoti panicked and quickly ran to her closet for a replacement, but just then Jyoti heard a car horn. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10:00 o'clock. Jyoti became flustered, but when the second blast of the horn was heard she left her bedroom and ran out of the house. She saw the sleek black car with dark tinted windows hiding whoever was inside. The chauffer stood next to the back door.

Jyoti walked towards the car and saw the chauffer staring at her chest -- at her jiggling tits that were partially exposed through the sheer material. As soon as she reached the car the chauffer professionally opened the door. Jyoti was dreading the afternoon, thinking on what other humiliating acts were in store for her.

The car drove her to a hotel, next to the office. As the car pulled up to the entrance of the hotel, her phone got a text to come to room no. 1450. She covered her blouse with her sari as much as she could and made it to the room. As she knocked on the door, Misra opened the door.

He motioned for Jyoti to come in. As Jyoti stepped into the room she saw an Oriental man sitting there.

"Jyoti, this is Mr. Ichiro," Mr. Misra said. "Sir, this is Mrs. Rai."

Jyoti held her hand out but the old man sort of bowed. Jyoti pulled her hand back and did the same. Her eyes stayed on Mr. Ichiro and she saw him looking down her blouse which was open at the top. Jyoti got upright, but his eyes remained on her chest. She desperately wanted to cross her arms over her breasts, but knew that would bring more attention to them, and probably upset Mr. Misra.

"Mr. Ichiro is the founder, owner, and CEO of Yashaka Ltd.," Mr. Misra said. "We have concluded a very important agreement and now I want to show my appreciation for his business." Jyoti looked at Mr. Misra with a blank stare so he continued. "Jyoti, since your husband works for my company..." Mr. Misra stopped and turned to Mr. Ichiro. "Oh, I didn't tell you. The presentation you liked so much was put together by Jyoti's husband." Jyoti's eyes turned down in embarrassment when the Japanese executive looked at her in astonishment. "Anyway, Jyoti, your husband did his part and now I expect you to do your part. Let's begin with your clothes. I like the blouse you chose, but I think the sari is covering it, lets remove it."

Jyoti noticed the "no nonsense" look Mr. Misra gave her so, with trembling hands, she put her sari’s pallu aside and slowly started undoing it. She was standing in her petticoat and blouse, at that moment she stopped and looked up with pleading eyes. But Mr. Misra motioned for her to continue. He wasn't satisfied. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and the petticoat. Soon she was stark naked in the room.

[sam1981]

Now that's much better. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Ichiro?"

Jyoti looked at the Japanese man in the very expensive suit. He was easily 65 years old with gray hair. At only 5'3" he was shorter than Jyoti, but he intimidated her anyway. She noticed the bulge in his pants and the look of lust on his face; his eyes darted from Jyoti's chest to her legs. If he had heard Mr. Misra' question Mr. Ichiro didn't bother to answer.

"Jyoti, dear, sit next to our guest," Mr. Misra said.

Jyoti went and sat next to the Japanese man, frantically covering her breasts with her crossed arms. Misra motioned her to move hands aways.
Jyoti flinched when Mr. Ichiro's hand reached out and cupped her naked breast. She noticed the gold wedding ring on his ring finger, and then remembered that she was wearing her wedding ring too. His fingers caressed her breast and then his hand moved to her other tit, pushing the blouse aside. Soon Mr. Ichiro was squeezing both breasts.

"Jyoti, take our guest's cock out."

Jyoti's eyes were closed, trying to block out what was happening to her. She opened them to complete the task. Jyoti's fingers lowered Mr. Ichiro's zipper and then her hand went inside, searching for his dick. She felt it through his underwear and felt around until her hand slipped inside the fly opening. Grabbing his hard cock, Jyoti maneuvered it and pulled until it was sticking out of his trousers. Mr. Misra told her to rub it.

Jyoti was sitting in hotel room, jerking off an old Japanese man while he fondled her breasts. She felt like a cheap whore. Mr. Ichiro's mouth replaced his hand on Jyoti's breast, then she felt his other hand move from her tit to her thigh where he was trying to wedge it between her tightly closed legs.

When Jyoti parted her legs, Mr. Ichiro's hand instantly went between them and moved upwards to her crotch. In a flash, the thin fingers were exploring Jyoti's pussy, fingers pinching, probing, and sinking inside her. With his thumb rubbing Jyoti's clit, Mr. Ichiro used two fingers to finger-fuck her.

Jyoti looked down and saw the old man eagerly sucking her breast and nipple. Mr. Ichiro's hand was busy between her legs. Jyoti felt like a whore.

Mr. Ichiro's mouth and fingers were incessant and Jyoti's body began to react. Her legs spread more, cunt became wet. It didn't take long before Jyoti's hand grabbed the back of Mr. Ichiro's head and held his mouth against her breast while her hips humped his fingers. Her other hand continued to jerk him off, moving faster up and down the old man's hard cock as she approached a climax.

"Aaahhhhh!!!" Jyoti sighed as her hand, the one that had been wrapped around Mr. Ichiro's dick, grabbed his wrist while she shamelessly thrust her pussy against his hand.

"She like sex," Mr. Ichiro said. It was obvious the Japanese executive wasn't comfortable speaking English. Jyoti suddenly realized it was the first words he had spoken. "She cum good. Like slut. She good choice for celebration. Men like woman who like sex. They like her."

Jyoti didn't understand what the old man was talking about. She was about to ask, but thought better of it. Not that she would have had the opportunity anyway. Jyoti felt Mr. Ichiro's hands in her hair, pulling her face to his lap. Before she knew what was happening, his cock was in her mouth.

Even though the small, frail man didn't have a large cock, it kept causing her to gag as he pushed her head down while thrusting up. Jyoti's hands flayed until they located Mr. Ichiro. She grabbed his forearms, but he was surprisingly strong for an old, little man and she couldn't stop him. Every time he pushed her head down in his lap, Mr. Ichiro's cock went down her throat. Jyoti kept gagging, eventually feeling herself losing consciousness. The Japanese executive was suffocating her with his cock. Jyoti knew for sure she was going to die like that -- in a hotel room with an old Japanese man's cock in her throat. But just when she thought the end was upon her, Mr. Ichiro pulled her head up and sort of cast her aside. Jyoti fell onto the floor, coughing and taking deep breaths to replenish the oxygen her lungs had been deprived of.

In Jyoti's weakened state she felt her body being manipulated. First Mr. Ichiro was tugging and pushing her, and then Mr. Misra joined in. Jyoti soon found herself on her knees on the floor with her face in Mr. Misra' lap. Mr. Ichiro was behind her. Jyoti looked up at Mr. Misra as if to ask him what was happening when she felt Mr. Ichiro's hard cock enter her pussy from behind in one hard thrust.

"UMMPHH!!" Jyoti grunted.

arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady while he plowed his cock into her pussy. There was no tenderness in the way he was fucking her. Jyoti put her hands on Mr. Misra' knees for support, and lifted her head. She saw Mr. Misra frantically opening his pants, then pulling his cock out. Once again Jyoti felt fingers in her hair pulling her face towards a cock. But this time, when Mr. Misra' cock was in her mouth, he let go. Jyoti sucked Mr. Misra' cock and bobbed her head while the Japanese man behind her fucked her hard.

Jyoti didn't know how long her debasement went on.

Jyoti felt Mr. Misra' hands on the back of her head, but he wasn't pushing her down like Mr. Ichiro had. And then she felt his sperm splash inside her mouth, hitting her upper palate and coating her tongue. Jyoti swallowed her husband's boss' sperm. Mr. Misra didn't pull Jyoti's mouth off his cock. Rather, he held her in place. His cock remained inside her mouth while Mr. Ichiro continued to fuck her from behind. And then the Japanese man's hips began thrusting as fast as a dog fucking his bitch. Jyoti never felt a cock move in and out of her that fast. He kept doing it until he grunted, then pushed into Jyoti with all his might, filling her pussy with hot sperm.

Mr. Ichiro pulled out and returned to his seat. Mr. Misra pushed Jyoti off his cock by the top of her head. She crumbled to the carpeted floor. Everyone was quiet for a while, except for the heavy breathing. Then Jyoti felt fingers entwine in her hair and pull. Jyoti was helplessly dragged until she once again saw Mr. Ichiro's cock in front of her face. This time it was soft and slimy. The Japanese executive pressed her lips against his cock until Jyoti opened her mouth. She sucked his cock into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. When Mr. Ichiro thought her task was done he pushed her away like Mr. Misra had, and once again Jyoti found herself on the floor between the two powerful men.

[sam1981]

Jyoti had been sexually abused by the two executives and had a belly and pussy full of their sperm. She gathered her clothes and her courage and made it to the bathroom. She tided herself, thinking her torture was over for the day. After getting her clothes on and dbanging her saree, she slowly tried to slip out of the room without the two men noticing.

“Where are you going, we still have an event to go to” said Misra

Jyoti froze. She was not sure how much more humiliation she could take.

“Lets go” said Ichiro
Mr. Ichiro got out of the room and started walking briskly. Mr. Misra grabbed Jyoti by the wrist and pulled her along, following the small, old man. Jyoti was startled but followed along. They took the elevator and exited on the 32 floor.

When they entered the floor Jyoti was surprised to hear music. But she stopped in shock when they walked into a large room with party decorations. Many Japanese men were spread throughout the room, a few dancing and others talking.

When Mr. Ichiro shouted something in Japanese the music and talking immediately ceased. Jyoti watched in awe as all the men bowed. Mr. Ichiro returned the bow. Then he continued speaking in Japanese. Suddenly, Mr. Ichiro grabbed Jyoti by the arm and pulled her into the center. When Mr. Ichiro lifted Jyoti's arm into the air like a victorious prizefighter, after saying something in Japanese, the men in the room cheered.

Mr. Ichiro turned to Jyoti and told her that this was a celebration and she was, as he said it, "to be good entertainment." Then Mr. Ichiro walked towards the middle of the room where he was swarmed by his admiring employees.

Jyoti turned to Mr. Misra in confusion.

"They have a very interesting way of rewarding their employees," Mr. Misra told her. "You are here to be..." Mr. Misra hesitated, then snickered before continuing, "a fringe benefit." When Jyoti still looked confused Mr. Misra said blatantly, "You will be available for sex, or anything else, for any of the men who want you."

Jyoti's eyes got real big and then she scanned the room, mentally trying to count the number of men. She began pleading with Mr. Misra not to make her do this. She said it would kill her. He reminded her, again, that she kept saying that but she was still alive, proving herself wrong.

"But there are too many," Jyoti said, once again scanning the room.

"You'll be surprised what you can do," Mr. Misra said, but his voice didn't sound as confident as his words. "I have to leave." Jyoti looked at him in panic. "Sorry, but as much as I'd like to see what happens, this is a company only party. No outsiders... not even me. I'm warning you though. If I get any complaints from Mr. Ichiro... any at all... our deal is off. If you blow this, then I will have security officer arrest your husband immediately. There will be no more negotiating. You have to understand how serious I am about this. Is that 100% clear?"

Jyoti looked around the room again and then cast her eyes to the ground. She hesitated, then said very softly, "Yes, I understand."

"Now go join the party. Don't worry, after it's over it will all be forgotten. You can live through anything."

Mr. Misra put a reassuring hand on Jyoti's arm. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, but saw there was no hope. His gesture, however, seemed to indicate the man did have some compassion. Suddenly, Mr. Misra walked briskly out of the room. Jyoti had never felt so alone as she did just then. Even though she hated Mr. Misra she wished he had not left.

[sam1981]

Jyoti stood near the doorway, frozen to the spot. People were dancing and talking throughout the room, but Jyoti stood motionless. She didn't even see Mr Ichiro approach her, but jumped when he pulled her by the arm into the center of room.

“Come... come" The Japanese man pulled her to the center of the room.

"Nice sari," he spoke softly and slipped his hand lower on her back. Jyoti flinched trying to remove his hand.

"It's OK, relax," he hugged her tightly.

"I want to go," she got hold of his hand. She struggled to get free but he was too strong.

" BEHAVE! " Mr Ichiro shouted at her

Jyoti did not expect this, she was stunned, she was paralysed for a minute.

Mr Ichiro then untied the strings holding the blouse. In an instant the blouse opened and hung loose on her shoulders. Jyoti let out a screeching cry and covered her boobs with both hands to stop the blouse to fall off.

The group in front stopped their activities and looked towards Jyoti trying to hold her blouse. When they realized what happened they burst out laughing.

"Pull it out," they encouraged Ichiro.

"No..no.. please," Jyoti panted and begged Ichiro. She looked into his eyes and saw raw lust, her heart pounded hard and she knew that she would be soon naked. She looked at the other guys who were eagerly waiting for the blouse to be out of way.

"Please.... I don't want all these people to see."

Jyoti shivered feeling slutty the grip on the blouse loosened. Ichiro quickly pulled aside the Saree dbangd around her chest and tugged the blouse. The round boobs fall out in the clear view of the waiting audience. They stood tall not requiring support of any bra, nipples erect with excitement. The group erupted into a loud cheer. Jyoti stood motionless as if hypnotized, she watched the awe struck faces of the guys who were whistling and cheering for more. Ichiro moved his hand under her arms and grabbed both the breasts and rubbed them for the view of audience.

"Ahhh...," she let out a gasp as he massaged the perfect orbs and squeezed the nipples. Her face looked like a maze of agony, her arm hung loose on sides, unable to resist. The men were watching her fixedly. Jyoti's mouth was open and was breathing hard, pain mix pleasure arose from kneading of the boobs and rippled through her body.

"Jyoti, you are hot," Ichiro moved his hand around her navel. He humped his groin into her and let his hard dick poke on her ass, "Remove your Saree."

"No....please," she was barely able to speak.
She looked at the men in front of her with her half closed eyes and saw them looking at her with wanton lust, begging her to remove her clothes. As if in a spell she moved her hands to the waist and pulled the Saree out of the petticoat. She let it fall on the floor.

"Good girl, now remove petticoat," Ichiro whispered and she obeyed him without hesitation and let the petticoat fall on floor.
She felt dirty to display herself like this. She needed no further instructions as she inserted her fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down her smooth ass. She stood stark naked, her sweet pussy hidden between the swollen lips.

Mr Ichiro made an announcement in Japanese and everyone cheered and whistled. The music then became louder and faster. Mr Ichiro stepped aside.

One of the men stepped up.

"Blowjob," the Japanese man said.

Jyoti looked at the bulge in his pants and listened to his words. She was frozen again. But the slap across her cheek brought her back to reality. Jyoti knew she couldn't protest so her fingers sought and found the man's zipper and pulled it down. She fished inside his pants and pulled his hard cock out.
Without hesitating, Jyoti wrapped her lips around the stranger's cock and began using the skill she had recently learned. Jyoti's eyes were closed, trying to block out what she was doing. When she opened them, Jyoti saw people standing on both sides watching her on her knees in the middle of a large room sucking a cock.

Most of what Jyoti heard was in Japanese so she didn't understand what was said. But occasionally recognizable words such as "slut," "cocksucker," and even "married" were spoken. Jyoti tried to block them out, but she couldn't. How could she? She was married and had become a cock sucking slut... and in her own mind much worse. Not that long ago, although to Jyoti it seemed like a lifetime ago, she had been a respectable mother and wife who had refused to put her husband's dick into her mouth because she thought it was disgusting and demeaning. But now she was on her knees in a large room sucking a stranger's cock with many people watching. Jyoti kept sucking and licking the Japanese man's cock until his hands grabbed her head. Jyoti was now experienced enough to know what that meant. She readied herself, and then swallowed the sperm as it flooded her mouth.

When the man stopped cumming, he pulled away from Jyoti and stuffed his cock into his pants. A pair of hands lifted Jyoti to her feet. She was surprised another man didn't step up for a blowjob, so she willingly stood up.

Jyoti just stood there, embarrassed to be naked in front of everyone. Suddenly, someone pushed her from behind until she was on her hand and knees. She felt an arm around her waist and then a cock pushing against her pussy from behind. It easily slipped into her wet pussy and, on all fours like a dog, Jyoti got fucked hard. People cheered as his cock entered her.

The continuous camera flashes caused Jyoti to look around at the people watching her. Another man sat in front of her. His cock was already out of his pants and he pulled Jyoti's face to it. She obediently opened her mouth and took his cock into it. This caused her ass to lift up which allowed the man fucking her to penetrate deeper. Jyoti was now servicing two Japanese men at the same time while being watched by many other men. It seemed like every Japanese man had his cell phone out and was taking pictures. Images of Jyoti fucking and sucking like a slut would be recorded for others to see. While Jyoti worried about that, the man fucking her came and pulled out, but Jyoti kept sucking the other man.

A new man stepped behind Jyoti and shoved his dick into her pussy. It felt a lot different so Jyoti pulled off the cock in her mouth and looked over her shoulder. She saw a very thin, small Japanese man. Jyoti realized that his dick must also be thin and small and she hardly felt it in her well used pussy. Jyoti turned back and put the other man's cock back into her mouth as if it was something she did every day.

Jyoti felt the man fucking her pull out. She wondered if he had climaxed already. She didn't feel him shoot, but didn't feel his cock much anyway. But his hand was still on her hip so she knew he hadn't left.

Then she felt his cock again. Jyoti almost giggled thinking he had fallen out when she felt his cock press against her anus. She stopped sucking, waiting for the man to correct his aim, but instead she felt a pressure back there. Before Jyoti could react, the thin slimy cock slipped into her asshole.

"No!" Jyoti cried out, looking over her shoulder after pulling off the cock that had been in her mouth.

Jyoti's head was pulled around by her hair and her face pressed against the abandoned cock. She stayed like that while the man behind her slowly moved his cock in and out of her ass. Never had Jyoti ever contemplated having something in her ass, let alone a cock. But the man ass-fucked her and there was nothing Jyoti could do about it. The other man got impatient and tugged on Jyoti's hair. After squealing in pain, Jyoti opened her mouth and began sucking his cock again. Jyoti was giving a stranger a blowjob and being fucked in the ass. The frequency of the phone flashes seemed to increase with the level of depravity. Now there was a barrage of them. The man came in her mouth and then the other filled her ass with his semen. When the two men backed away, Jyoti crumbled to the dirty floor.

Jyoti lay defeated on the floor expecting another man, or two, to use her body, but instead she heard a familiar voice. Mr. Ichiro was talking in Japanese so Jyoti didn't understand him, but it sounded like he was barking orders. The next thing Jyoti saw was one of the men offering her hand and helping Jyoti to her feet. Not even attempting to cover her nudity, Jyoti stood and followed him. Jyoti walked awkwardly, uncomfortable from being fucked in the ass for the first time. The Japanese man led Jyoti to a table covered with food and drinks.

Jyoti saw the man staring at her and then, as politely as possible, the Japanese woman pointed to the corner of her mouth. Jyoti licked that area and tasted sperm, making a disgusted face. The man gave her a glass of whiskey and waved his hand over the table covered with refreshments. Jyoti gulped the whiskey and was happy to drink it. Then, standing naked with sperm leaking from her pussy and asshole, Jyoti munched on some snacks.