As we approached, the door opened, and standing there was Vikram with a lecherous grin on his face. He let out a low whistle at the sight of my wife, his gaze roaming freely over her tight body with curves emphasized and barely covered. My wife ignored him and, lowering her head, stepped past him to enter the room. But, as she passed, Vikram could not resist and groped her ass cheeks with one large hand. She let out a small yelp and scooted into the room. However, when I tried to follow, Vikram said bluntly, ‘boss say you cannot come in today’, and immediately slammed and locked the door in my face. I could hear Susan asking in a fearful voice what was going on, and frankly, I myself was surprised at this turn of events. What were these men planning for my wife? With no choice left, I made myself comfortable outside the door and tried my best to hear what was going on in the room.
The following part of the story was related to me afterwards by Susan, after we had both accepted her slut wife status.
When Susan heard Vikram turn away John and closed the door, effectively leaving her alone, barely dressed with her three blackmailers, she felt a shiver of fear and anticipation running up and down her spine. Throughout the past few weeks, Susan had been struggling between her lustful desires to be fucked like a common whore and her innate sense of pride, shame and right or wrong. After all, good Chinese girls from a well-off family, not to mention her looks, education and status, should not be begging to be fucked repeatedly by 3 old dirty fat men in a dirty dingy room on a filthy mattress. What would her friends and family say if they knew?
And yet she had came repeatedly. Even after her ordeal, despite her best efforts not to dwell on the ‘rape’ she found her mind drifting back to that day, and inexplicably she would find her pussy getting moist and her hands itching to touch herself. She often wondered why, but was unwilling to admit that it was most likely the humiliation, the sinfulness of it, the dirt, grime, being forced to submit that was such a turn on. Being fucked with John watching made the experience even more wicked and thus satisfying.
But she always managed not to succumb, till the day the letter, dvd and skimpy clothes arrived. The thought of having to dress so skimpily and parade herself like a stripper in front of the 3 security guards, who would then most likely gangbang her again, drove all pride and shame out of her head. She needed the relief! Susan took a huge risk, knowing John was a light sleeper, but she could not control herself and crept up to the entertainment room to watch the dvd of her rape. As scene after sordid scene replayed itself, especially when she was begging John to let Ganesh fuck her, her pussy got wetter and wetter, and she was soon masturbating herself to an orgasm, the first in many weeks, and yet one not as satisfying as the one her on screen persona was having.
And now here she was, back at the scene of her downfall. Susan asked Vikram meekly, ‘what’s going on? Can’t John come?’ Vikram didn’t reply, but merely grabbed her arm and dragged her into the guard’s rest room. In the room, sitting on the couch and already naked, were Alan and Ganesh. Susan shuddered at the sight, they were, if possible, even uglier then she remembered. Fat, middle aged, low-class and ugly, whats more Ganesh and Vikram were Indian! Lets face it, most Singaporean Chinese, especially the older generation, still harbor some racial scorn toward Indians, and Susan was bought up that way as well. But, only a few weeks ago, her lithe legs had been wrapped around their dark asses as they plunged their cocks into her moist, willing Chinese pussy. And here she was now, barely dressed, showing off her assets for the three filthy guards who would most likely fuck her repeatedly again. Inexplicably, even as she shuddered at the thought of their filthy hands touching her flawless body, she felt her pussy getting moist at the thought of getting tightly filled with big cock…
Vikram had stripped as well and joined Ganesh and Alan on the sofa. Dressed in such a arousing fashion, Susan felt an absurd sense of shame and arousal as the three lechers gawked at her barely covered assets. ‘Wah boss you got good taste in clothes man!’ Alan said. ‘Yah boss, see already my cock mari kita haha!’ added Vikram. Sure enough, to Susan’s horror, the three cocks which had fucked her lovehole weeks ago were now erecting to their full size. ‘How did I ever fit those cocks into my pussy’, wondered Susan as she looked upon the three cocks, all longer and thicker then her husband’s.
‘Come girl,’ Ganesh ordered. Catwalk to us then back to the opposite wall.’ Susan realized that, to these men, she was little more then a stripper, a piece of delectable flesh for them to sate their lust upon. But despite her shame and reluctance, she knew she had to comply. She walked toward the three men, aware of how every step made her soft creamy boobs jiggle in the tight bra. The look of lust in the men’s eyes were palpable as they feasted their eyes on the young forced wife before them. Things got worse when she turned around and started to walk back to the wall. The heels emphasized her slim legs and sway of her hips, while the skirt was barely long enough to cover her buttocks, encased in a pair of lacy oink panties. Susan heard the three men cheering and whistling behind her. ‘Wah lan eh see her kah cheng buay tahan liao! Must fuck her doggy later’ She heard Alan exclaim. Again, she felt a wave of arousal at the thought of taking Alan’s thick cock in her tiny pussy.
‘Now keep your legs straight and bend over,’ ordered Ganesh. Susan flushed with shame and bent over slowly as far as she could, grabbing her ankles with her hands. She knew what a sight she must be presenting to the three blackmailers. Her slender legs, the muscles taut and emphasized by her heels, leading up to her creamy pert buttocks, and her most secret part protected only by a thin piece of semi transparent cloth. She felt her pussy began to moisten again and hoped that the wet patch wouldn’t be visible. Thankfully, the men didn’t mention anything. ‘Now’, Ganesh ordered, ‘crawl back here like a bitch and suck our cocks.’ Alan and Vikram laughed at their boss’s ‘witty’ remark.
All this time I was outside the room, and thanks to the low quality thin walls I could hear everything clearly, even the clicking of Susan’s heels on the floor. Imagine how I felt, being able to hear Ganesh asking my wife to parade her body like a prostitue, but not being able to see what was going on.
While I was trying to picture what was going on in the room, Susan had gotten on her knees and was crawling toward the three grotesque men. ‘Eh look up at us leh!’ ordered Alan. ‘You think you sadako ah!’ Susan swallowed her shame and looked up at the security guards. She knew she was pretty. After all, hadn’t she used her looks all these years to get her way with men? So she knew she must have been a delectable sight to the three men, her angelic face looking straight at them, her heaving bossom almost popping out of her skimpy top. She knew she was going to get roughly fucked again soon, this time without alcohol to dull her senses and inhibit her shame. But still she felt her pussy moisten as she got closer to the sofa.
Susan finally reached the sofa. Dangling only a few cm in front of her pouty lips was Ganesh’s dark, large cock and his hairy balls. She could smell the sweat and urine odor of a penis that didn’t get frequent cleaning. Even with John, she had always insisted he wash his cock with soap thoroughly before giving him a blowjob. Ganesh’s cock was filthy, but Susan couldn’t help marveling at the length and girth of it. After all, John’s cock was the only cock she had ever saw, and it was only 5 odd inches, not to mention not as thick. Without realizing it, she realized that she had grasped the base of Ganesh’s cock with one dainty hand. Her fair skin and the engagement ring on her finger stood out in stark contrast to Ganesh’s dark cock, something that didn’t escape her notice as Ganesh’s cockhead seemed to threaten her. ‘Oh what would my family and friends say if they knew I’m kneeling in front of a dirty Indian about to suck his cock!’ she wondered
Ganesh was getting impatient. He grabbed the back of Susan’s head and pulled her mouth toward his cock. Susan closed her eyes and mouth but could not shut out the odor and taste as Ganesh rubbed his cockhead against her lips. She felt another hand snaking under her bra and knew that if she did not comply soon that same hand would be twisting her pink nipples painfully. Resigned to her fate, Susan opened her mouth and Ganesh slid his weapon in between her moist lips.
As Susan continued orally pleasuring Ganesh, she slowly became accustomed to the overwhelming smell of Ganesh’s pubic region. In fact, she was starting to discover that she liked the feel of a large cock filling her entire mouth, and felt an absurd sense of pride that she was able to deepthroat him with no trouble unlike their last encounter. Her hands were soon directed to Alan’s and Virkam’s cocks, and she was now pleasuring three men simultaneously. She finally opened her eyes to see Ganesh with his head thrown back in pleasure as he felt her warm wet tongue caressing his shaft, while Vikram and Alan were watching with great interest at Ganesh’s dark cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Determined to show these men that she was no novice, she took Ganesh’s cockhead into her mouth and flicked her tongue around his peehole vigorously, earning a satisfied groan from Ganesh and a surprised grin from Vikram and Alan.
Alan and Vikram soon wanted to sample Susan’s oral skills as well. Her head was now directed to Alan’s, and as she opened her mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his girth, her hand was directed to Ganesh’s cock. After a few minutes, Vikram’s cock took its place in her mouth, and so on and so forth. Outside the door, I could only hear faint slurping sounds and the occasional moan from the security guards.
Bro peterpan, you sure you want my wife to get impregnated? Then my next few story arcs will be about doctor’s visit and night feeds and burping babies etc etc. How to wank like that?
I already have an explanation for why I was not allowed to watch, which I will reveal later. Going in to collect my cum drenched wife is the finale of this arc!
In the room, the tables had turned. Susan suddenly felt three pairs of hand lift her and throw her onto the mattress. Before she could even catch her breath, the three men were on her like a pack of wild beasts. Ganesh ripped off her cheap top, probably bought from Geylang, with a single tug, revealing her pink bra completely. Meanwhile, Alan and Vikram had slide their hands under her short skirt. She tried to keep her thighs clamped shut, but the two men simply forced her legs apart and continued their exploration of her most private parts. Susan gasped as she felt a stubby finger, she had no idea whose, pull the crotch of her panties aside and began to gently rub her clitoris, sending small tingles of pleasure radiating from the aroused nub. Ganesh meanwhile had already tugged off her bra, and she felt the cold air on her nipples for only a few seconds before Ganesh began groping and sucking on her nipples. As she felt Ganesh’s warm and wet tongue circle her nipples, another finger began to slowly enter her pussy, while another was lightly tickling her asshole, a sensation she had never before experienced.
Susan had always been a sensual girl. Her ears, neck, shoulders, knees, were all sensitive areas that a skilful lover could manipulate to get her in the mood. But most sensitive of all were her nipples and clitoris. John had found out long ago that sucking on her nipples while rubbing her clitoris was the fastest and best way to bring her to orgasm and beg for more intimacy. And now, not only were her nipples and clitoris being serviced, but so were her other sensitive areas being touched and teased by rough fingers. Closing her eyes, Susan tried to block out the sensations, but against her will, she found herself getting wetter and wetter. When Susan felt her skirt and panties being pulled down her shapely hips, she did not resist, and once they were off, a slight tug from her molesters was suffice to spread her legs again. She was losing control, and when a cock head was placed at her mouth, Vikram’s from the size and smell, she hesitated only briefly before reciprocating the pleasure she was receiving.
As Susan pleasured Vikram orally, she felt the fingers arousing her lovebud stop and Alan changing position. Alan muttered ‘so pink…’and began planting kisses around her inner thigh and outer lips of her pussy. Even as her clitoris ached to be touched, she hoped Alan would not start assaulting her pussy with his tongue, knowing from the last experience how skilled he was with it. But it was a futile hope. Her three blackmailers were determined to unleash her nymphomaniac urges and arouse her till she was a willing participant in their sick game.
Susan felt Alan’s hot breath and tongue getting nearer and nearer her love bud. Even as she tried to say ‘no’, difficult with her lips wrapped around Vikram’s cock, she knew her clitoris must be betraying her by peeking out invitingly from her pussy lips. Sure enough, when Alan began licking her clitoris vigorously and inserted one finger to rub her G-spot, she gasped and arched her back with pleasure.
Dear bros, due to work constraints have had no time to write these past few days. Will try to get next chapter up soon. Thanks for the support
Susan closed her eyes, oblivious to everything except the sensations coursing through her body. Ganesh’s warm, wet tongue was now alternating between her nipples, Vikram was sucking on her neck and ears, and Alan’s tongue was flicking and sucking at her aroused clitoris while one stubby finger gently massaged her g-spot. It was something she had never allowed John to do before, and even as she flushed in shame at the situation she was in, her body soon started to react to the new sensation of having her g-spot aroused. She closed her eyes, determined not to look at her young nubile body being surrounded and ravished by these 3 disgusting men, and thought to herself, ‘that’s it, one last orgasm and I’ll threaten to scream rape. I can’t live like this anymore!’
But as Alan’s skilful tongue and finger began bringing Susan closer and closer to orgasm, she felt her resolve slipping. Her thoughts drifted back to the first time she was violated by the 3 guards. Despite her outward protests, she loved the sensation of having her pussy stretched wider and penetrated deeper then John could, not to mention the duration of 3 men with great sexual stamina each fucking her twice. But more then that, more then the physical pleasure, was the complete control the 3 men had over her, the humiliation she was put through, and the wrongness of having her married pussy being consecutively violated by 3 men. As she remembered how she willingly spread her legs invitingly for the men, the mental and physical stimulation finally reached its climax and she felt a hot burst of pleasure began spreading from her g-spot. She bit her lips, but was unable to stop the moans of pleasure when her orgasm finally hit.
Susan lay on the mattress panting, feeling the warm afterglow of her orgasm subside. She opened her eyes and saw the 3 guards looking at her with perverse pleasure, knowing they had unleashed the nymphomaniac in her again. John had always found a woman at her most attractive when she is recovering from an orgasm, and he had often told Susan so. Her face slightly flushed, her mouth agape, a slight sheen of sweat covering her body with every curve highlighted by the fluorescent lights, Susan knew she must have been an irresistible sight. With the clarity of mind that comes after an orgasm, she tried to get up and face up to the three rapists, even though she noticed her nipples were still invitingly erect. But before she could speak, Ganesh said, ‘Our turn to shiok now. We’re going to fuck you in positions you confirm never tried before, but confirm you sure shiok also.’ With that announcement, Alan and Vikram let out a sinister laugh. ‘What could he mean?’ Susan wondered as she felt herself being lifted again.
Susan felt herself being laid on a table this time. The cold plastic surface against her back and buttocks and the harsh light in her eyes jolted her senses momentarily. She felt like one of those Japanese girls, naked except for sushi covering her body, as lecherous businessmen ate the sushi, exposing her body bit by bit. When John had mentioned such a strange fetish to her, she had of course scorned these ‘cheap’ women, along with all the other porn actress and prostitutes she thought were loose whores. But here she was, about to be fucked just like one of them! The thought immediately made her clamp her thighs shut while she tried to shield her breasts and vagina from the lecherous stares of the security guards. But Alan and Vikram simply pulled her hands off and pinned them down with little effort, while Ganesh once again pried her legs apart and positioned himself between her, his stiff cock barely a few cm away from her pussy. As Susan felt Ganesh’s cock head prodding against her sex lips, she wondered, why didn’t she struggle more or scream for help? At least John would know she was not a willing participant. And why was her pussy already moist and aching to be stuffed with cock? Was she really such a slut?
Ganesh seemed to read her mind. ‘Don’t pretend lah girl’, he smirked as he rubbed his cock head in a slow circular motion against her clitoris, knowing how that would drive her crazy. ‘We know you liked being fucked by our big cocks. Your husband got fuck you after us anot? Not so shiok right? Your cheebye feels loose right? Lost in the sensation of having her love bud being maddeningly teased, Susan unknowingly nodded, then immediately realized what she had done and shook her head. ‘no…I’m not a slut..’ she muttered. But the fact was, Ganesh’s dirty talking and the constant arousal was having its effect. Susan could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and there was an aching deep in her loins that she knew only a large cock could reach.
Therefore, she offered no resistance when she felt Ganesh push her legs further apart and started to insert his cock into her warm pussy. Susan’s favorite part of love making had always been the initial penetration. It was the culmination of foreplay, but also the starting and anticipation of lovemaking. All thoughts of decency and shame flew out of the window as she felt Ganesh’s thick intruder slip between her pussy lips and slowly made its way deeper into her, stretching her out as she had imagined for the past few weeks. And she could no longer deny it. It felt good.
Susan opened her eyes. Ganesh, Vikram and Alan were all watching with rapt attention as Ganesh’s dark cock slowly entered her pretty pink pussy. What a sight it must have been, she wondered. A pretty Chinese girl, held down naked with her perky breasts exposed and lithe legs spread eagle on a table, while a fat Indian man was slowly entering her most private parts with his huge dark cock.
Despite her wetnesss, Ganesh was still a tight fit. ‘oh…oh…’ Susan moaned as she felt her pussy struggle to accommodate Ganesh. It was so tight she felt she could feel every vein on his cock. Closing her eyes, she opened her legs further to facilitate Ganesh’s entry. As she felt Ganesh withdrew and thrust, each time a little deeper into her pussy, she felt her own body respond in kind. Her pussy felt wetter and tighter then it had ever felt before, while her nipples were aching to be sucked on. Susan knew that the last time she was fucked, her senses were dulled by the alcohol, and the whole ordeal was a haze of sex and orgasm after orgasm. But she was now fully aware and in control of her senses. She was aware of every thing, Alan and Vikram holding her down, her nipples aroused and stiffly erect, the cold table she was lying on, her juices flowing down to her asshole, and most of all, Ganesh’s cock plunging in and out of her pussy. She could already feel a massive orgasm building, and when she felt Ganesh’s balls slap against her buttocks she knew he had finally gotten his whole cock into her.
The next few minutes were a blur for Susan. All she was aware of was the pleasure a cock belonging to a man other then John was bringing to her aroused pussy. Ganesh was so snug fitting that everytime he withdrew completely and slammed his cock in again, Susan could feel his cock head and shaft rubbing up against her g-spot and every nerve of her pussy. As Ganesh quickened his pace, Susan felt Alan and Vikram let go of her arms. She immediately began paying attention to her neglected nipples, rubbing and tweaking them to stiffness.