Swati’s Descent

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Swati’s DescentHaving studied very hard, Swati had graduated from her school with honours. Although her parents were not thrilled that she had rejected their choice of husband, they had eventually relented and she married her classmate Siva. Much to their delight, the young lovers both found jobs as IT professionals at the same company. Five years later, they arrived in America. It was supposed to be a two year contract with an option to extend if business continued to improve. In the beginning, everything went exceptionally well. The combined salary was sufficient to allow them to rent a nice condo and still send some money back home to help out their parents. It even began to look like they might be able to apply and become official citizens of the US. Life seemed good. Almost too good. And then the roof fell in, at least it did for Swati.The exact details are really unimportant. It is enough to know that she did something incredibly stupid and got caught at it. But here in America, sex was so… Open. Sex shops. Theaters. Shows. And of course, the Internet. Swati had become somewhat addicted to Internet porn. Not just any porn, but BDSM and humiliation. No one, not even Siva was unaware of her indiscretions. That is no one except the janitor who had caught her watching a movie clip after hours and then followed her into the restroom where she had gone to masturbate. Now, much to her utter horror, she found herself kneeling in front of the black janitor, someone who would have been an untouchable back home, with his fat cock deep in her mouth.”There you go Swati,” he hissed. “You just keep that up and you don’t have anything to worry about.”As she continued her unwilling ministrations, she thought about the consequences Fitzroy had threatened. Dismissal. Deportation. Divorce. Worse still, the degradation of her family finding out and the ultimate dishonour that would bring to them all. It was like one of those movies. She had no choice but to submit when he promised to keep her secret, for a price. She just never thought the price would be so high or so degrading.It had been the web porn stars that had gotten her into this mess and now having watched them perform, Swati knew what Fitzroy expected from her. With a pit the size of a g****fruit in her stomach, Swati began to work her tongue around the thick black meat invading her mouth. This was bad. This was the worst. She couldn’t believe what she was actually doing, or with whom. Or as she would have said back home, what. But somehow the depth of her degradation was causing a slight tingle in her groinAs Fitzroy groaned above her, she thought about the different castes back home in India. The “Untouchables” were the lowest of the low. Actually so low that they were below the class system all together. Their skin had the darkest hue. They worked with garbage and sewage and all manner of disgusting things. Just like this janitor standing in front of her. Her family had been firmly ensconced in the Vaishya caste. Merchants, artisans, landowners. Certainly well above the class of peasants and farmers, and well out of reach of the untouchables. And yet, here she was with one. Not only touching him, but with his most private part buried deep in her wet mouth. The on-line stories she had read about bondage and submission had excited her greatly. Women being forced to do things. Nasty things. Sex things. They had been very arousing to read. Then the movies and video clips. To think of those women being forced to do such nasty things had touched her somewhere deep inside. And where it touched her, it had started a little fire burning. As she sucked, she felt that little fire growing. She was one of them now.”Now you look up here at me slut.” The word sent a jolt to her core. “Don’t you go closing your pretty dark eyes. A man likes to see a woman looking up at him when she has his dick in her mouth. A man likes to know that woman knows who she is sucking.”With no real choice in the matter, Swati obeyed his command. Opening her eyes, she could clearly see the thick mat of nappy black hair at the base of the spike of flesh she was sucking. Clearly see how much bigger it was than her husband’s relatively tiny member. As she turned her face to look upwards her gaze passed his rippled abdomen, to his tight chest and finally to those piercing eyes which seemed to gaze directly into her soul.”That’s a good girl now. You just keep that up and I’ll have a nice present for you real soon.”At those words an icicle of fear speared her in the gut. Did he mean? “No. No I can’t,” she began after pulling her mouth free. “No you cannot cum in my mouth. Anywhere in me for that matter.””Oh honey. Yes I can, and yes I will, and yes you will, or it’s out you go. Understand? You don’t have a choice. I will do what I want and you will cooperate, or you and your family will be ruined.”It was a stretch, Fitzroy knew, since she hadn’t really done anything worth more than a reprimand, but he was playing this game for keeps and he meant to get a lot of sex out of this little gal. A lot. Fitzroy had noticed her almost right away. He loved his women short and stacked and Swati was both. Not an inch over five foot three with at least a double D chest. As he thought of what those luscious big boobs would look like and how they would feel in his hands, he felt his balls tighten in preparation to unleash their pent-up load.”OK baby. You’re doing a good job. Good for our first time anyway. But now I’m getting ready to unload and you’re gonna just swallow it all down. You hear?”A rush of panic flooded Swati’s brain. She had performed oral on Siva a few times, mostly when she got tired of his begging, but she had never swallowed and she didn’t want to now.”No… Please,” she gasped as she pulled off his throbbing dick. “I don’t swallow. You can’t cum in my mouth. You can’t cum in me anywhere. My husband will know. I can’t. You can’t…””I told you bitch. Yes you can, and yes you will,” Fitzroy growled. “Either that or…” He let the thinly veiled threat hang in the air.Panicking even more now, Swati returned her lips to his cock, intending to pretend to choke and pull away at the last instant. As she continued to suck him, she felt his already large cock stiffen and swell even more. When she felt it pulse between her pursed lips, she began to pull back to make her escape, but her tormentor was ready. Grabbing a fist full of her long black hair in each hand he pulled her face down hard as he let his load fly. Now Swati really was choking. Wave after wave of thick salty cum poured into her mouth. The foul taste caused her to gag and choke, but she knew she had to swallow or drown in his ejaculate. “Take it… Take it slut… That’s it. Swallow. Swallow it all. Maybe you won’t swallow for your husband, but you sure as fuck are gonna swallow for me. Don’t worry though, you’ll soon get used to the taste. In fact I bet that you even come to like it.”Swati fell back on her heels swallowing and gagging on his copious load the remnants of which dripped down her chin and on to her saree. “I told you no,” she sobbed. “I begged you not to.””What you want is of no consequence here Swati. You are going to be my slut. You are going to do what I want and you have no choice in the matter. Now go get cleaned up and go home to your husband. I’ll see you tomorrow.”As she watched him walk away doing up his pants, Swati began to sob. She had just been forced to swallow semen. Not just any semen, but the semen of a black janitor. A man that in her home country would be considered an untouchable. As she herself would now be considered if she were to be found out. She needed to clean herself up and get herself home. But even through all this, that little tingle in her belly would not be denied. It had been like in one of those stories. After a furtive check to see if anyone was around, she quickly crept to the break room and found Janice’s half finished yogurt from lunch. After scr****g off as much of Fitzroy’s seed as possible, she spilled some yogurt on herself to disguise the stain. She put some change in the vending machine and bought a coke to rinse out her mouth. Oh my oh my whatever was she going to do?”Did you get that man?” Fitzroy asked the security guard when he reached his office.”Yeah. All right here on the laptop. You were right. We got her now man. Fucking genius.””OK. We don’t need anyone else to see this so download it to your thumb drive and erase that bit from the system. In the mean time, I’ll go pull the plug on the camera so nobody will know when it stopped recording.” It had been a difficult evening. Thoughts of Fitzroy and what he had forced her to do kept bubbling up in her consciousness. Several times Siva had had to snap her out of her daze to ask her a question. Sleep held no reprieve. Large black cocks approaching her face and cumming in her mouth haunted her dreams. She almost called in sick for work the next day, but decided against it because of the questions it would raise in Siva’s mind. She could never let him know about what happened. Never.Even more distracted than at home, she didn’t hear the security guard calling her name as she entered the office, until he stepped over and touched her arm. “Swati, right? You are Swati Bokhari aren’t you?” When Swati turned, she saw the older Mexican guard who usually manned the security station near the entrance. He had never talked to her or stopped her before and she was confused and a little frightened at why he might be doing it now.”Sorry to trouble you Senora but I need you to come with me for a moment and answer a couple questions. Don’t worry, it shouldn’t take too long.”Still confused, Swati felt herself being guided gently by her arm down the hall and into the security office. When the door to the soundproof office closed behind them an eerie silence filled the room. The guard, Mateo from his name tag, guided Swati to sit down at the small table across from him and his laptop.”Now Swati, I need you to look at this small security video and tell me if you recognize any of the perpetrators on it. I just need to make sure before I take this to the top.”When he spun the laptop so she could see the screen, Swati let out a small squeal of shock. On the screen was a woman in a brightly coloured saree, on her knees, sucking a big black cock. Somehow the identity of the man had been obscured, but it was very clear that she was the women. “Oh no… Oh no… No. No. Nooooooo. Oh please sir. Stop it please,” she begged.”That is you there is it not Senora? You on your knees taking that man’s cock in your mouth? Do I need to play the part where you let him shoot his cum in your mouth?””No. Please. Stop it. I had to do it. He made me. He forced me.””Please Senora. Please do not try to lie your way out of this terrible situation. I was on duty last night. I saw you leave. You didn’t report any wrong-doing last night. You came in here and walked right past security this morning without making a report. If you were forced, as you now claim, then why would you not report what happened?”Devastated, the defeated women slumped down in her chair, resigned to the fact that she would be fired and disgraced and undoubtedly homeless when Siva found out. Her mind was swirling with desperate thoughts. Run. Escape. Go into hiding. Kill herself. She decided that suicide might be the only way out now. Her mind was so busy, that she hardly heard what Mateo said until he reached out and touched her arm, snapping her out of her stupor.”Well? What do you want to do Senora? Which will it be?” Swati had no idea what he was asking and so she sat dumbly in her chair not knowing what to say.”So will I take this video up to my boss and your boss and let them decide what to do about your slutty behaviour last night, or do you give me a little taste of that mouth and nobody ever finds out? Come on Senora, we do not have all day.”Swati looked at Mateo in disbelief. She had decided suicide was her only way out and now, now there was another option. Just like something in the movies. But could she really do it? Could she really do it again, was the real question. The video evidence of her prior transgression made the again entirely appropriate. She looked up at Mateo’s grinning face and felt that little tingle again. Maybe all was not lost. Maybe death was not the only option. At least he wasn’t an untouchable. Mateo watched the trapped woman’s face. He saw the inner struggle followed by the slow dawning that there was a way out and finally the resignation that signaled she would take it.”OK then. If we are in agreement, you just take off your dress and we can get on with it.” Swati was shocked that he wanted her to disrobe. She didn’t want to undress. What if someone came in? What if there was an emergency or a fire? She couldn’t get undressed here, in front of a stranger, but at the same time she could feel tummy melting at the thought being controlled by him.”Come on Senora. You don’t want to have to go looking for another yogurt do you?”Oh No. Had he seen that too? Yes. Of course he had. He knew she had soiled her saree with Fitzroy’s cum. Knew how she had tried to cover it up. That had worked for on her way home, but it would never work for a day at the office. She couldn’t take any chances. She would have to disrobe to do the nasty deed.Raising from the chair, the defeated woman began to slowly remove her saree. Her attempt to turn her back was thwarted when Mateo commanded her to face him as she stripped. His dark eyes stayed glued to her hands and body as she unwrapped it. Watching him watching her reveal herself, she realized that he was older than she had originally thought. In fact he looked to be old enough to be her father. Humiliation flooded through her as she continued to strip to show her fine young body to his old Mexican man. Folding her saree and laying it on the chair, Swati stood before him in her underwear with her head bowed in disgrace. She knew he would be studying her physique, checking out her high firm breasts and generous cleavage. Even looking down to see her thick pubic hair peeking out of the sides of her panties. She almost jumped out of her skin when he spoke.”Oh my chicona. You are very beautiful. You have such lovely big chichis. You are everything I thought you would be.” Now get over here and earn your freedom like a good little puta.”Having given the order, Mateo pushed back his chair and leaned back stretching his legs out in front of himself. “Come on Senora get over here and get to it,” he growled as he gestured towards his belt and zipper. “A good puta never makes the man do the work. She knows what he wants and gives it to him.”In a haze of humiliation, Swati moved between his outstretched legs and reached down to open his belt and zipper. Dropping to her knees as instructed, she pulled his small brown cock out through the opening. Still only semi-hard she leaned in and took his cock almost entirely into her mouth. “Oh God. That’s it slut. That’s it right there. Suck it puta. Suck that cock like you sucked his last night. Take it. Take it all,” he urged as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her all the way down.The force of his cock hitting the back of her throat caused Swati to gag and sputter. She had never taken Siva so deep in her mouth. Never thought of it actually. Sure she had seen some porn where the women did such things, but it had never interested or excited her. But now she was on her knees doing it for herself, and doing it to a man old enough to be her father. The gagging was making her saliva flow even faster soaking the old man’s genitals in her spit as he pushed his now fully hard cock deep into her unwilling mouth. With his hands wrapped in her thick dark hair, she was unable to pull back when she felt him stiffen and jerk. She knew what was coming and tried with all her might to pull back but his grip was to strong.”Don’t swallow bitch,” Mateo growled. “You hold this in your mouth until I’m done.” Swati had no idea why he wanted her to do that but she had no urge to raise his ire by disobeying, and she didn’t want to swallow his spunk anyway, so she let his thick seed dribble into her mouth and did not swallow. “Open your mouth. I want to see it on your tongue.”Again, having no real choice, the abused woman leaned back on her heels and opened her mouth to show him. As she did she looked up at her tormentor and saw a gleam enjoyment in his eyes.”Good girl. Now you can swallow. You swallowed his last night, you can swallow mine now.”Humiliated beyond belief, she saw no choice but to close her mouth and swallow down his thick load. As she forced the disgusting goo back into her throat she felt like retching but didn’t want to give the old man the satisfaction of seeing it.”Now stand up right here next to the table,” he ordered. “I need to take some measurements.”Was this never going to end? Measurements? What measurements could he possibly mean? That question was answered for her as Mateo pulled out a tape and wrapped it around her chest, taking the opportunity to grope her as he did. It took less than a minute to get what he wanted.”OK. Looks like 32, 28, 34, and I’m guessing probably a DD on the cup size,” the old man announced as he wrote in a scrap of paper. “Does that sound about right Senora?”All she could do was nod her head in assent as Mateo continued to survey her body up and down. After one final grope, she was finally allowed to dress in preparation for her return to the real world.”OK puta,” Mateo growled as she was leaving. “Just watch for me every morning and when I want you again, I’ll wave you over. Don’t worry my sweet, I won’t make you wait too long.”Feeling her heart sinking to her feet, Swati realized that Mateo intended to continue his abuse of power and use her as his sex toy every day. There was no way for her to escape and no way to resist. Perhaps she should run away, but where would she go? She was here on a work visa. If she left work she could be deported. She could not leave. With a tinge of panic, she realized that she was trapped in a web of her own doing and whatever Mateo wanted to do he was going to do. It was hard to focus on her work after her encounter with Mateo that morning. Her mind kept wandering back to that small room. To his demanding voice telling her to disrobe. She could almost feel the chill in the air as she had removed her clothing. Although she drank coffee and even a Coke, she couldn’t seem to eliminate the faint taste/smell of his cum from her mouth and nose. “Hey slut.” Swati had not heard Fitzroy approach from behind and his voice made her jump.”I get my lunch break at 12:30. That’s when you take yours Today. Take the elevator to the sub-basement. That’s the B3 button. I’ll meet you there.”Before she could recover from her surprise and try to object, he was gone. The remainder of the morning was a complete loss as the poor woman wondered what Fitzroy wanted her for. Time crawled by until at last she found herself pushing the B3 button as she had been directed.When the elevator doors opened, Swati found herself in a deserted hallway. No carpet or furniture, just bare concrete, pipes and ducting and the hum and whine of machinery. Down the hall, she saw Fitzroy step out from a doorway and beckon her to come. An icicle of fear was growing in her guts as the trapped woman reluctantly complied. She had no idea what he would make her do, but she was certain she wasn’t going to like it.”Hello slut,” Fitzroy sneered as she entered the room. “Just swing that door closed so we don’t get disturbed. Nobody comes down here anyway, but you never know.”Obeying his instructions Swati pushed the door closed and felt a stab of apprehension when she heard the latch click shut. Trapped.”That’s a lovely wrap you have on today Swati. You look so traditional. I wonder what’s on underneath. Traditional or perhaps something a little more… Slutty. How about you just strip off that nice saree so it doesn’t get soiled in my dirty little workshop?”Looking around, Swati saw that it was indeed a dirty little workshop. Pails and mops and all manner of disgusting things were spread all over the shop. She thought again about what she had been forced to do with this “untouchable” the last time they had been alone.”Get it off now. We haven’t got all day.” Fitzroy’s stern rebuke made her jump and immediately begin to disrobe. “Just fold it up and put it on the chair. It’s pretty clean there.”Swati stood there trembling. It wasn’t just the chill of the air in the damp underground space, it was a mixture of the cold, her nervousness, and much to her dismay a tiny bit of excitement that caused her to shiver as she complied.Following his instructions, the shaking woman moved to stand before him in only her bra and panties. Until this morning, she had never shown herself like this to anyone other than Siva, and now for the second time today here she was. Fitzroy slowly stood and moved towards his prey. As he approached, Swati was reminded of how much bigger and stronger he was than herself or her Siva. He towered over her, his shoulders fully twice as wide as hers connected to arms as thick as her legs. His large hand reached out and touched her shoulder, almost covering it completely with his palm. As he moved behind her she felt his other hand come to rest on the opposite shoulder. “So lovely. So smooth. So tiny,” he whispered in her ear.Then as she stood there immobilized in fear and shame, she felt his hands move downward and inward until they were at the clasp of her bra. A quick tightening, was followed by release and Swati knew that he had opened it. A moan escaped her lips as she felt him pull the thin white straps down her arms. Having removed her bra Fitzroy tossed it on the chair and pressed his big calloused hands around her sides to cup her unfettered breasts. “Hmmm,” he hummed in her ear. “So soft, and yet so firm. Not really much droop at all given their size. Very nice my dear. Oh and I love those big dark areolas. I just love the way big titted bitches have those big ones. Nice nipples too,” he added as he began to pinch and roll them between his thumbs and forefingers. Swati could hardly breathe. Nobody but Siva had ever seen or touched her naked breasts. Nobody. But now, she found herself standing topless in a basement with an enormous black man fondling her. Squeezing, kneading, even pulling on her extended nipples. It was so humiliating, and yet, deep inside a tingle was telling her that it was exciting too. So much like the things she had seen on the Internet.As she was focusing on her thoughts, Swati was taken unawares when Fitzroy’s hands quickly pinned her arms behind her and zip tied her wrists together. An instant later, her elbows were pulled together and tied as well. “What are you doing? What is going on? Let m…”Her protestations were cut short by the stinging slap to her face. As tears rolled down her cheeks, Fitzroy turned her towards him and sat down on a stool. With her hands and elbows bound, Swati’s chest was pushed out and there was no escaping the wet mouth that latched on to her proffered breasts.”Oh my God.” The words sprang from her mouth unbidden. The same words she had heard uttered a thousand times by hundreds of women as men ravished them on the little screen. Not her God, of course, but a different God. An American God. A God to be called upon in the throws of sexual excitement. “Oh my God.”Encouraged by the unexpected expletive, Fitzroy doubled his efforts to suck the entire end of her tit into his mouth. Using his hand to knead the exposed flesh, he sucked as hard as he could on the portion protruding into his hungry mouth. Fitzroy was a tit man. Had always been a tit man and these were noteworthy tits. He intended to enjoy them as much as possible.Siva had never treated her this way. Had never ravished her flesh in such a manner. The intensity of the sensations sent a spike of arousal directly from her throbbing nipple to her thickening clit. What was happening to her? Why was she feeling aroused by this man taking such liberties with her body? This black man. This black untouchable. Oh my GOD.Through her haze of confusion and arousal, Swati hardly noticed Fitzroy’s hand working it’s way down her belly and into her panties, but when his finger tickled her slippery folds, she jerked with surprise.”Hmmm,” her captor hummed. “Seems like someone is enjoying herself. Maybe even more than I am.”His words bit into her conscience. She was excited. As excited as she had ever been, and yet, she was disgusted with herself. She was a married woman. Had married as a virgin. But somehow, she now found herself in a foreign country being ravished by an untouchable. The excitement and humiliation each fought for control as she felt a long black finger worm it’s way into her slippery depths.The cold air on her wet areola caused her nipples to remain stiff and tight as Fitzroy leaned back to survey his captive once more. Then, in an instant, he was on his feet, picking her up as if she were a rag doll and placing her over a workhorse that stood in the middle of the shop. With a speed belaying his size, he grabbed a rope that hung from the ceiling and pulled her elbows upwards behind her. Having no choice in the matter, the fettered woman bent forward at the waist as her elbows were raised high.It all happened so fast that she hardly had time to comprehend what was going on. With her elbows pulled back and high, she was forced to bend over the workhorse. Before she had time to react, Fitzroy had fastened her ankles to the legs of the workhorse and she was effectively immobilized.”Open wide,” Fitzroy admonished as she saw his feet move around in front of her. She expected his cock. Was almost ready for it, when a large ball was forced between her teeth and a strap fastened behind her head. “It’s pretty secluded down here, but no sense taking any chances that someone will hear your screams. ‘Cause you will be screaming when I push my big black dick into your little brown pussy.”Moving behind his bound victim, Fitzroy knelt down and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her conservative white panties. Swati squirmed as she felt the cloth slowly pass over her buttocks and slide down her legs. Letting out a low whistle Fitzroy leaned in to her exposed pussy and gave it a long slow lick. Followed by several little kisses and another lick.Siva had never put his mouth on her privates. Never had and never would. This was something new and not really surprising given his station. It was güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri so wrong. Nothing she would ever do with her husband, but yet, at the same time, so exciting. His fat wet lips working her thin slippery folds. The thought of what he was doing added to the sensations it caused had Swati grunting into her gag in seconds.”OK my little sweet. It’s time for me to take my pleasure,” Fitzroy announced as he backed away from his task. “Just let me lube up a bit and we can get down to the main event.”A few seconds later, Swati could feel his slippery fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart. For a few seconds nothing. She could only imagine the view her tormentor was enjoying. Then, without any fanfare or warning, she felt the slippery head of his large black dick pushing at her entrance. Unbidden, a memory of what his enormous manhood had looked like as she had sucked it, flashed into her mind. NOOOooooo. He had hardly fit in her mouth. He would rip her apart down there. In a state of panic, the frantic woman wiggled and squirmed but to no avail. The thick meaty spike slowly advanced into her depths. First the fat head slipped through her resistance, causing her to grunt loudly in discomfort. Then slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his thickness followed the head through her tightly stretched lips and into her slippery depths. Nothing had ever stretched her to this extent. Siva was a finger compared to the enormous member now distorting her insides. It was painful. Yes. But kind of a good pain, she realized as she felt him hit bottom and begin to withdraw. Slowly, agonizingly, the bound woman felt herself loosening up to accept the invading monster. With each slow deliberate stroke She felt her arousal increase as her body opened up to accommodate Fitzroy’s long fat cock. Flashes of interracial sex she had seen on the Internet raced through her brain as she began to pant with excitement. Oh my God. How could she ever stop now that she had experienced this magnificent feeling. She began to grunt in time to Fitzroy’s increasingly rapid thrusts.”Yeah slut. There you go,” Fitzroy panted. “Now you’re getting fucked. You love it, don”t you? You’re going to come back for more aren’t you? Once you go black, you never go back.”His words drilled into her mind as his cock drilled into her pussy. She was lost in a world of excitement and passion heretofore unknown to her. Her entire body jerked with each deep penetration as her lover increased his tempo yet again. He was still stretching her but the pain had all gone now. It was pure pleasure that finally drove her over her peak. Unable to move much. Swati just stood there bent at the waist with her arms pulled up and back as she had the most intense orgasm of her life. Biting down hard on the ball in her mouth, she felt her body go rigid and then begin to spasm. Each orgasmic jolt was accompanied by a guttural grunt as she rode a seemingly endless wave of orgasmic bliss. Feeling her already tight pussy begin to spasm around his thick rod, Fitzroy could hold back no longer. Grabbing her hips, he began to drive himself into the spasming grunting woman. It was so good. So exciting to have her tied and bent helpless in front of him. To be fucking her right here in his little workshop that he soon reached the point of no return. Driving himself in to the hilt, he held himself deep inside her and emptied his load. Even through the fog of her orgasm, Swati knew he was cumming. She could feel the deep thrust. His stiff body pressing against her thighs, followed by the throbbing of his thick rod as it injected its potent seed deep into her womb. She could even feel herself expanding even more to make room for the huge quantity of thick juice. Then, when he finally pulled out, she felt the disgusting liquid flowing out of her gaping hole and down her thighs.Fitzroy stood back to take in the view. His victim was still doubled over revealing her ass and pussy to his eager view. Between her full dark outer lips, her well used hole was still gaping wide. A river of his creamy load was running out and dribbling down her thighs. As she began to recover, he could see her trying to squeeze herself closed again and as her opening began to close up, even more of his seed leaked out. “Oh look at that,” he exclaimed as he gazed at her exposed sex. “We can’t have you trying to go back to work with all that mess, can we? Looking around, he found her discarded panties and began to wipe the offending fluids from her legs. When he had cleaned them to his satisfaction. He then proceeded to wipe all around her swollen lips, causing the still bound woman to squirm and grunt in discomfort. “This is probably a little rougher than you are used to, but I gotta do something to clean you up.”Swati was mortified. Still bound and bent over the bench, she had no choice but to let the janitor clean up his bodily fluids from her legs and genitals. He was rubbing rather roughly at her irritating her already tender lips. Then much to her horror, she felt something being pushed up into her still stretched hole. It wasn’t his hard cock, it was softer, flexible.When he had cleaned her up as much as possible, Fitzroy saw that she was still leaking quite a bit of goop out of her slowly shrinking hole and realized there was only one solution at hand. Starting with the crotch, he began to push her soiled panties up into her body. His long fingers helping to insert the fabric deep into her hole. By the time he reached the waistband, there was room for no more, so he left a small flower of bunched fabric exposed between her legs.With his task complete, the janitor removed the zip ties which bound her and let her stand. Stepping behind her he unbuckled the ball gag before removing it from her mouth.”Well slut, How did you like your first black cock? I know it made you cum. Admit it. You loved it didn’t you?”Swati could hardly believe her ears. Love it? She had been bound and ****d. It was two days later and Swati was dreading her arrival at work. Nothing had happened the last two days except for some suggestive glances from both Fitzroy and Mateo. She was hoping that perhaps this was all over, but deep in her heart she knew there would be more to come. Just like the videos on the net, once the men got started, they never stopped. Somewhere in her deepest darkest place, that thought caused a little tingle of arousal.As she passed security, Mateo waved her aside.”Come with me Senora,” he commanded firmly. “I have something for you.”At first Swati assumed it was another load of his disgusting goo that he wanted her to take, but when they entered the security room, she was surprised to see a garment bag laying on the table. There was no time for her to question the man before he spoke.”Strip.”The harsh command stunned her, but when the Spanish guard repeated himself with a growl, she began to quickly comply. It took her less than a minute to find herself standing in just her white cotton conservative bra and panties. They too were soon removed after a gruff command from the guard.”Turn around. Slowly.” Mateo’s voice was thick with his arousal. Her face burning with the shame of having to display herself in such a brazen fashion, Swati slowly turned in place. She could almost feel the pressure of his gaze on her naked skin as she slowly rotated for his enjoyment. Knowing that he was seeing her as no man had ever seen her. That she was displaying herself to this virtual stranger, and doing it at his command, brought an unbidden warmth to her lower abdomen. This is what the women in some of the most exciting movies did. They followed the men’s commands. They did things. Humiliating sexy things, and when the men got turned on, they took their pleasure. When she was once again facing him, she could see the gleam of arousal in his eyes, and she knew that, like those men, he would be taking his pleasure with her. Thoughts of Fitzroy, and what he had done to her in the basement flew to her mind, and she felt her pussy moisten causing her even more shame.”Such a nice rack, and a really fine ass. Exceptional. Well it’s no good you keeping that fine hot body all wrapped up in those saree dresses. We need to, how shall we say it, display the goods a bit. Share the wealth as it were.”Although she wasn’t too sure what he had in mind, Swati didn’t like the sounds of it. She had always dressed conservatively. Even when alone with Siva, she never flaunted her body. Sexual relations were always carried out under cover of darkness, and she always wore a nightdress to bed. As the confused woman looked on, the guard stood, shuffled over to the garment bag on the table and opened it up. What registered first was that the dress was jet black. The second was that it was quite small. “Here. Based on the measurements I took this should be a perfect fit. Perhaps a bit shorter than you like, but you’ll get used to it. Put it on.”When she reached for her underwear, Mateo grabbed it up in his fat fingers. “No no my sweet. These are mine to enjoy today. They just won’t do under your nice new dress.”Swati looked around for alternative underthings, but saw none. As the realization dawned that he intended her to go naked under her new dress, she felt like her abdomen was turning to melted butter. When she had first seen the way the sluts in the videos had shown off their bodies she had been scandalized, but after watching so much porn, she had begun to fantasize about what it would be like to expose herself like them. To let men see more of her womanly charms. To excite them and tease them and make them lust after her. And the fact that she was being forced to do it just made the whole idea that much more arousing. Arousing, humiliating and exciting all at once. Dizzy with the flood of emotions, she stepped into the dress and pulled it up. It was short. Barely down past mid-thigh. The back was a series of straps that ran from side to side, exposing her entire back right down to just above the swell of her butt. The wide scooped neckline in front exposed a generous amount of cleavage. When she looked down, she could see deep between her high firm breasts. Looking in the mirror, she saw that the tightness of the garment made it extremely revealing. Almost unable to believe that the vision before her was in fact her reflection, Swati’s eyes followed the smooth brown flesh of her bare legs from her feet to where they disappeared under the scandalously short dress. Her wide hips and thin waist were accentuated by the snug fit of the dress as it hugged her every curve. Further up, the open neckline revealed a generous amount of cleavage and the upper curves of her firm breasts. The phrase “not suitable for work” sprang immediately to her mind.”Mateo,” she began, before being interrupted.”NO. You will address me as Sir, and only as Sir. I am your superior. You are my puta. Your station was determined the moment you swallowed your first load of my cum. Now. Speak.””Sir. Please sir. Can I get dressed now?” “Ahhh my funny little puta. You are dressed. Dressed as a puta should be dressed. No?””Yes, but I have to get to work now. I have to go. Can I please change back into my clothes? Please Sir.””How can you be so successful and yet so stupid? You have your new work clothes. Now out you go and get to work.”No. She couldn’t have heard that correctly. He didn’t intend for her to go up to work dressed like this. It was too revealing. She was naked under this dress. Someone would see. Men would ogle her. Women would think her a total slut. What if someone saw up her dress? The embarrassment. The humiliation of knowing she was virtually naked in her workplace. No.The stunned woman hardly noticed as Mateo took her arm and led her from the office back into the hallway where he allowed his hand to slip down to squeeze her butt through the thin material.”You come back at lunchtime,” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “I have another surprise for you,” and with that he was gone.Terrified and exposed, Swati made a bee line for her desk. At least there she had a modesty panel to hide her lower torso from view. On her way, she was ashamed and humiliated by the attention she was drawing. Many men and even some women stared openly at her as she rushed through the office in her sexy outfit. She was almost safely to her desk when her co-worker James stopped her. “Swati. Nice outfit today,” he teased. “Can you come look at this line of code for me please? I’m having trouble finding the error.”Confused and still in shock, Swati moved beside him and without even thinking, bent over to peer at his screen. Leaning back from his desk, James was treated to a view of her legs from heel to upper thigh. He had always suspected she had a hot body, but now he had the objective evidence. At least in part. Moving in closer, he found a vantage point that allowed him a clear view into the top of her dress which further confirmed his suspicions. “Which block are you having trouble with?” Swati asked, turning her face towards his.”A rush of shame burned through her when she caught her co-worker staring down into her top. A quick glance at herself told her that he had a very good view of her half exposed breasts. The realization that her short dress was probably exposing most of her legs and possibly her naked pussy, caused her to bolt upright, pulling down at the hem.”That’s OK,” James smirked at her. “Thanks for the look.”Swati knew exactly what he meant and blushed in shame at having been tricked into revealing herself to him. Later she saw him chatting with another co-worker and smiling in her direction.Time dragged endlessly until lunchtime. James was leaning over her desk looking down her top again as he asked her a question when she realized the time. “Sorry James. I have to go. I have an appointment with … Security,” she said, thinking fast at the end so as not to mention Mateo by name.As James watched her walk away, his mind was filled with carnal thoughts. He couldn’t help but wonder at the sudden change in her attire. The extremely sexy dress and obviously no bra. He didn’t get a good enough look when she was bent over to see if she had any panties on, but if she did he had seen enough to know they must be thong style. “God I’d love to get a try at that,” he mused as he watched her ass disappear around the corner. “Conservative Indian wife turned sudden slut.” He felt himself stiffen a bit in his trousers at the very thought of it.She knocked quietly, hoping against hope that he was out on an errand, but when the door opened to reveal his smiling face, her hopes were dashed.”Come in. Come in my sexy little puta. I have something wonderful planned for you.”Swati was very nervous. She wanted in the worst way to have some privacy from the stares of her male co-workers, but she was afraid of what the guard might have in store for her. When she heard the deadbolt close behind her she felt an icicle in the pit of her stomach.Standing stock still with her heart hammering, she jumped when she felt the fat Mexican press himself up against her back. She could feel him grinding his crotch against her ass as his hands moved around her to cup her breasts and his breath hissed in her ear. Sensing her fear, but encountering no resistance, Mateo reached up and unhooked the back of her dress before slipping his hands inside and onto her now naked breasts.”Oh my. Your tits are so full. So high and firm and yet so soft. I have never in my life felt such wonderful tits as these. Let me see them again.”With that command, the frightened woman was spun to face him. Swati had never seen such a hungry look in a man’s eye as she felt the dress being stripped from her body to expose every inch of her soft brown flesh. After a quick pinch and a twiddle of her nipples, Mateo stooped down and took one of them into his mouth. In spite of her fear and humiliation, Swati could feel her body respond to the stimulation. A shiver ran down her spine and a jolt of arousal passed directly from her nipple to her clit causing a groan to escape her lips.Continuing his attack on her other nipple, she felt her tormentor slide his hand down her flat tummy and press through her pubic hair.”You seem to be enjoying yourself my little slut,” The old guard announced. “At least your hungry cunt seems to be. I can feel how wet it is becoming. You want this don’t you”Swati was horrified to realize that he was right. She could feel his fat finger slipping along her wet lips, teasing her labia and clitoris. The shame and humiliation was almost overwhelming. How could she be excited by this? She didn’t want this, but then again she did. She had seen it countless times. Played out on video and GIF. The woman dominated and controlled by the man or men. Submitting to their will. Becoming a wanton slut. Letting them take their pleasure from her body.Suddenly and without warning, the helpless woman was pushed down over the metal table. The cold steel raising goose flesh on her body and causing her nipples to tighten even more. One strong hand pressing in the middle of her back held her in place as her feet were nudged apart by the guards heavy boots.”There’s something I always wanted to do and I’m going to do it with you,” Mateo growled as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his knees. “I know I’m not really hung like Fitzroy, but you’ve got a tight little hole that I bet will squeeze my dick way better than your horny cunt would.”Fear raced through the Swati’s brain as the intent of his words sunk in. “No please Sir,” the fearful woman begged. “No. Not there. It’s not right. It’s dirty. Unclean. I can’t. You can’t. No please.””Just shut the fuck up you slutty bitch and take what’s coming to you. I’m sure you’ll learn to like it.”Struggling in vain, the trapped woman felt a cold drizzle of something wet pour between her ass cheeks. She didn’t want this. She never wanted this. But her efforts to break free from the much stronger and larger captor were fruitless. When she felt his stiff member press on her virgin back passage the terrified woman doubled her efforts to escape with little effect.A hard slap to her ass cheek was followed by one on the other side. The stinging blows caught her completely by surprise causing her to squeal in surprise and pain.”It’s sound proof in here but I still don’t want you to scream. So settle down and relax or I’ll keep spanking you until you do,” Mateo growled, punctuated by another hard smack to her already reddening ass.Stunned into silence, the only noise was the guard’s grunt as he pushed and he felt her sphincter yield. Even though his cock was smaller than most, the pain was intense. Her asshole was on fire as she tried to squeeze herself shut to prevent him from pushing in. “Stop squeezing so hard and relax bitch.” The command was punctuated by two more hard slaps to her ass cheeks. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the pain of the slaps mixed with the burning of her stretching asshole. Trying to avoid more punishment, Swati did her best to concentrate on relaxing her sphincter. Two deep breaths followed by a slow exhale and she felt him slip all the way in.”There you go girl,” Mateo praised her. “You just lay like that and let me enjoy the ride.”Swati couldn’t help but grunt each time Mateo’s hips slapped into her and drove her chest down onto the table. Mateo couldn’t help but groan each time he felt his dick sliding into her warm tight behind. This was so good. So tight on his small cock. He had fantasized about fucking a woman in the ass for years. His wife had adamantly refused to allow such a thing and there was no money in his budget for a willing hooker. But now. Now he had the chance to enjoy what he had always dreamed of. The forbidden passage. As he increased the tempo of his strokes, he thought about fucking his slut like this every day from now on, and the excitement of that pushed him over the top.As her captor began to thrust more rapidly, Swati felt her asshole stretching to accept the intrusion. The pain and burning reduced with every stroke and soon, unbelievably, it started to feel… Good. She had seen it done on video. Had read about it in erotica. But those women had been sluts. Whores. Women who would do anything. Would fuck anyone. In any hole. Was she now one of those? Were Mateo and Fitzroy turning her into one of those women? At that thought a wave of arousal passed through her core causing her whole body to shiver. She hadn’t noticed that the guard had stopped holding her down and had instead moved both hands to hold her by the hips until she felt him pull back on her and spray his cum deep into her bowels. She couldn’t stop herself, and that shiver grew into an orgasm.James would simply not leave her alone. Back and forth all afternoon. Each time making sure she knew that he was getting a good look at her half exposed tits. She couldn’t make a scene though. How could she, dressed as she was? Emboldened by her lack of resistance, James had reached for her keyboard and brushed his arm against the side of her breast almost pushing it out of her skimpy dress. And now he was heading over again. This time he pulled up a chair and sat directly beside her.Pointing at the screen with his right hand, his left dropped to her thigh and began to rub it sexily.”I just can’t get enough of you in this dress,” He whispered as his hand slid upwards towards her naked pussy.Swati stiffened but had no choice other than to sit there staring at the screen as she felt his hand approach his goal. At least the modesty panel hid the indiscretion from prying eyes. “Hmmmm, I wondered if you were naked under there, and now I know,” he whispered as his fingers slipped through her pubic hair.Slowly, so as not to be noticed, James began to rub his middle finger around Swati’s clit, causing it to swell in excitement. In spite of her humiliation, She could feel herself becoming more and more excited. That warm melting feeling in her abdomen began to spread and soon she could feel herself getting wet. Her brain was on fire. She shouldn’t be letting this happen. She was a married woman. A faithful wife. But hours on the Internet watching all manner of porn had changed something deep inside her. She had been excited by what she had seen those sluts doing. How they submitted to the strong virile men who controlled them. She had made herself cum as she watched the scenes play out, and now she was doing what sluts did. Letting a man, almost a stranger, play with her naked pussy. No. She was letting a man play with her naked cunt, right here in public, in the office, where they could be discovered at any second. He was playing with her cunt and she wasn’t stopping him, or even protesting. She was letting him have his way. Like sluts did.As each of those thoughts passed through her mind, they drove her arousal to new heights. Within a minute, Swati could feel it start. That little tingle that would grow and grow. As James’ finger continued to tease her clit, Swati could feel the orgasm rise up from deep within her. Unable to make a sound for fear of discovery, Swati bit her lower lip as she felt her body tense up. Turning towards James, the trapped woman begged him with her eyes, but all she got in return was an evil grin and an increased pressure from his invading finger below. When it hit her it took all of her efforts to remain silent and relatively still. She could feel the rush of orgasmic release, but could not allow her body to jerk or even squirm around. She had to control herself and just quietly have her orgasm.Finished with his task, James removed his hand and stood up from beside her. “I have an appointment after work tonight, but perhaps we can grab a drink or a coffee after work tomorrow. See you then.”Afraid that she was going to soil her dress with her juices, Swati stood on trembling legs and made a bee line for the toilet. Locked safely in the stall, the confusion and humiliation descended on her like a dark cloud and she felt herself tearing up. How had it come to this so quickly? How had she become the office slut in less than a day? Did every man somehow know about her? What would the women think? Taking a handful of toilet tissue, She pulled up her dress and sat down to clean up.Seated on the toilet, legs spread, she had the sudden urge to void her bowels. A noisy fart was followed by a loose stool. Relieved that this had not happened in the office she looked down to clean herself up. There between her legs was Mateo’s load of cum. With what had happened with James, she had almost forgotten what Mateo had done to her this morning. But the evidence was staring right back up at her. She had taken his thick goo into her asshole and held it there for hours. After cleaning herself up, face burning in shame, Swati returned to her desk and immersed herself in her work. With all his fooling around, James had caused her to fall badly behind, and she needed to catch up. Head down, lost in her work, she didn’t notice the time until the office was silent. Looking at the clock sent a shock of panic through her core. How did it get to be 6:30 already? Oh shit! Oh SHIT! How was she going to get her saree back? She couldn’t go home dressed like this. Siva would have a stroke. Quickly gathering her purse, Swati hustled to the elevator and went down to the ground floor. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw the night guard sitting at the security desk. Mateo was gone. How would she get her clothes back? Fear turning to panic, she did the only thing she could think of. She approached the night guard, a young man working his way through college.”Hh.. Hello,” she stammered, causing him to turn his attention up from his book. “Hello. I was wondering if the day guard, Mateo, had left anything for me. Swati. Swati Bokhari?”The slow smile that dawned on the young man’s face sent a small trickle of fear down her spine. “Why yes, Ms Bokhari he did leave something in the office for you,” he replied cordially. “Just come this way and I can let you in to get it.”Inside the office, Swati was relieved to see her clothes folded neatly with the garment bag. Thanking the young man for his help, she moved to pick up her clothes and make her escape.””Whoa. Whoa. Slut,” the guard hissed. Mateo was clear that he wanted his dress back before I gave you that one, so get it off.”Seeing the determined look on his face, Swati knew that, once again, she had no choice. Face burning in shame at having to expose herself to this young man, she slowly reached up behind her neck to pinbahis undo the dress. As the top fell down, she heard the young man’s gasp.”Fucking incredible,” he enthused. “I thought the old man was full of shit. I thought this was some kind of joke. I never thought…”Moving quickly he closed the distance between them and grabbed both her tits in his hands. Kneading, pulling, squeezing. “Fuck, these are amazing. You’ve got amazing tits. Now let’s have a look at the rest.”Watching his face and seeing the young guard’s eyes glued to her body, Swati slowly stepped out of the dress to stand naked before him. She could see the bulge in his slacks and knew that he was becoming aroused at the sight of her body. Being forced to display herself to yet another man, caused her face to burn in shame. Even so, she could not deny the growing feeling of sexual excitement that she felt.Without even thinking, she stepped forward and pressed her hand against the young man’s cock. Thesoft groan of excitement that escaped his lips sent a spike of arousal directly to her dampening cunt. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. Her inner slut was taking over and she dropped to her knees.He hadn’t commanded her to do anything except strip and yet she still could not stop herself from wrapping her lips around his stiff young cock. His groans spurred the slut on. Her left hand, the one which held her wedding ring, began to stroke the length of cock not enveloped in her warm wet mouth. Her expert sucking was soon rewarded by a large load of his cum spraying inside her mouth. Having no real choice, Swati swallowed the entire gooey mess down.”Thanks, slut,” the young man grunted as he straightened his uniform. “I really want to fuck you, but I have to get back to work now. We’ll leave that ’till next time you work late. Make sure the door closes on your way out.” And he was gone.Swati’s mind was in turmoil. How could she have done those things today? It was insane. She had acted the total slut and even sucked that guard’s cock without really being forced. It was all so confusing and humiliating, and yet at the same time, so exciting. She could feel herself getting wet again as she headed home to her husband.*****That night in bed, Siva wanted to make love. Swati did her best to act normal, but her head was filled with thoughts of her slutty behaviour at work. She could not stop thinking about how Fitzroy’s cock had stretched her and rubbed on her clit, or how Mateo’s small cock had slid into her asshole. While her husband ignorantly humped away, the inner slut could think of nothing but sucking that young guard’s cock and swallowing his load. The memories of these things drove her excitement level higher and higher until she felt her whole body shake with her orgasm. “Oh my,” Siva remarked, as his wife trembled beneath him. “You must have been more ready than I for was for this.” Then with a final thrust and a grunt, he unloaded his seed deep into his sexy wife’s pussy.Dreams of submission filled her sleep. The young guard cumming in her mouth. James playing with her naked pussy in the office. Fitzroy tying her arms and fucking her endlessly with his enormous black cock. Old fat Mateo plumbing the depths of her ass. And in each scenario, she played the willing slut. Accepting each new indignity with increased enthusiasm and arousal. It was a long and fitful night, and even though she had cum while Siva fucked her, she woke aroused and wanting.Siva had gone in early, so Swati rolled over and let her mind drift. As it did, so did her hands and soon she had two fingers deep in her sopping pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit and her other hand teased her nipples. In less than a minute, the overheated woman felt herself tensing up. Every muscle in her body tightening like a wire until, with a squeal of pleasure, she felt a terrific orgasm wash over her entire body. Finally able to settle down, she dressed in her conservative office attire and headed for work.Mateo simply nodded to her as she passed, as did James when he saw how conservatively she was dressed. Swati was relieved that she had not been sidelined and forced to dress slutty today. She needed to get some work done. Unfortunately, as the morning passed, her productivity was reduced as she wondered what might come next. Which one of her tormentors would make the next demand. It was almost lunchtime when her question was answered. Fitzroy wandered through the office cleaning out garbage cans and recycling bins slowly working his way nearer and nearer to her desk. With each step closer, Swati could feel the slut in her becoming more and more excited. Her breathing became more shallow and her tummy began to melt as she watched his strong black body moving ever closer. “Workshop. 12:30,” was all he whispered to her as he emptied her waste receptacles. The next forty five minutes were a complete loss as her mind raced at the possibilities of what might be in store for her next. Standing at the door at the appointed time, her hesitant knock was immediately answered and she was quickly ushered inside. Much to her surprise, Mateo was sitting on a stool watching her every move as she walked across the room.”Go over there behind that shelf and change into these,” he ordered, as he threw a paper bag her way.Knowing enough not to question him, Swati simply took the bag and moved behind the shelf. Looking around, she was a bit surprised to see that she was completely obscured from their view and she opened the bag to inspect the contents. A short leather skirt that barely covered her crotch and a white men’s dress shirt were accompanied by a pair of black high heeled sandals. No underwear. She knew that they wanted her to dress in this outfit, which Mateo had undoubtedly been responsible for choosing, but why didn’t they want to watch? Why not humiliate her further by making her change in front of them? Grateful for small mercies, Swati quickly undressed and slipped the skirt up her legs. The skirt was so tight and the material did not stretch. She had a difficult time pulling it up over her hips, having to wiggle her butt to finally pull it over.The shirt was about one size too small, and being a man’s shirt had no allowance for her generous bosom. The top three buttons were nowhere near closing so she had no choice but to leave them open. Slipping her feet into the excessively high heels completed her transformation from conservative wife to wanton slut. Her hardening nipples were clearly visible through the white fabric of the shirt and despite the tightness, she could feel them wobble and slosh around as she walked back to the men. Surely they couldn’t make her wear this back to the office. She would be terminated instantly. What would she tell Siva? But the thought of being forced to reveal herself in this outlandish slutty outfit made her pussy wet in spite of herself.”Nice,” Mateo growled as he watched her walk towards them. “Total slut. Isn’t that what I told you Fitz? Here, just one little adjustment.”When Mateo motioned her to move in front of him, she thought for sure he was going to grab her breasts or pussy and was surprised instead when he reached up and turned up the shirt collar. He then rolled the sleeves up to her elbows before motioning her away.”Turn around slut,” the fat guard commanded as his eyes devoured her. As she turned the embarrassed woman caught sight of Fitzroy rubbing the growing bulge in his uniform. As she thought of how it felt when he had fucked her she could feel herself becoming more aroused. “Here, put this on,” Fitzroy insisted as he threw her a light trench coat. “As much as I like the outfit, I don’t want us to get arrested on the way to lunch.”Way to lunch? What was he saying? She couldn’t go out to lunch in this scandalous outfit. What if someone from work saw them? What would Siva do if he heard about it? But when she objected, saying she was not hungry, both men laughed heartily.Taking her small hand in his enormous paw, Fitzroy led the confused woman through the basement and down a back staircase to his car parked on the level below. Opening the door he pushed her down on the passenger seat. Mateo took the seat behind her and Fitzroy climbed in behind the wheel.”Where are we going? I’m really not hungry. Someone might see me. Please. I don’t want to go anywhere dressed like this,” the now frightened woman pleaded.”Don’t worry honey. There’s no way anybody you know will see you where we’re going. I promise.” And with that, Fitzroy pulled the shifter into drive and left the building. It was only a few minutes drive to the parking lot and Swati was relieved that the coat covered her from the prying eyes in buses and cars along the route. Fitzroy was right. It was impossible that anyone who knew her would see her in this neighbourhood. The place was a slum. She thought again of the “untouchables” back home and it caused a shiver to run up her spine.Opening the door, Fitzroy stood back to watch her exit the car. It was impossible without showing a lot of bare leg, even under cover of the coat. “Here slut, let me help you with that. It’s much too hot for that coat out here.”Disgust turned to panic as Fitzroy turned her by the shoulders and pulled off the coat, throwing it inside the car and slamming the door. Swati’s mind almost exploded in fear and shame. Her breasts were all but naked to anyone who cared to look, and her skirt was so short that she could feel the light breeze on her naked crotch. A quick glance around revealed that nobody was looking, which calmed her panic somewhat.Taking her hand once more, Fitzroy led his captive to a small side door on the building across the lot. His rhythmic rap on the door was answered by the sound of a lock followed immediately by the creaking of the door as it opened.”Hey Fitz. What’s happenin’ man?” This from a large bald black man with several gold teeth who had answered the door. ” Ohhh and what little treat do we have here might I ask?” “She’s here for her lunch,” Fitzroy replied much to the three men’s amusement.The smell was overpowering. The whole place reeked of smoke, Stale sweat, and sex. Swati went from scared to terrified. There was no way she was eating her lunch in a place like this. No way, but she had no choice but to totter along in her high heels as Fitzroy led her further into the dank darkness. “You ever hear of a glory hole? Oh. I forgot who I’m talking to for a minute,” Mateo cackled. “Of course you have. You’ve probably seen dozens of movies of girls working glory holes. Yeah I bet you always wanted to try it out didn’t you?”She knew. She knew and it disgusted her even further that he was right. She knew what a glory hole was. She knew what women were expected to do in there. Sluts would bend down and suck cocks. Strangers’ cocks, when they stuck them through the hole. Real sluts would suck them and swallow their cum. One after the other until the men were satisfied and the women’s bellies were full. OH MY GOD. No. NO. Were they going to make her work a glory hole? Make her swallow loads of cum? Is that what they had meant by her eating lunch. No. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. It was too much. Too dirty. Too dangerous. But somewhere deep down in her subconscious mind, her inner slut was beginning to stir.Fitzroy paraded the semi naked woman around the building once before announcing to all in attendance that his slut would be working room four, if they were so inclined to contribute to her noontime meal. That announcement was greeted with much cat calling and laughter. Several men already standing to move in the direction of her room.Inside room four, Swati noted four holes cut a varying heights above the floor. There was a badly stained cushion, and a short stool in the room as well. Without warning or preamble, she saw a small cock push through one of the holes, recognizing immediately that it belonged to Mateo. “Better get started slut, we don’t have all day and I expect there are several guys out there waiting to contribute to your lunch.”With a stone in the pit of her stomach Swati moved towards the protruding dick. Fitzroy threw the stained pillow beneath the hole and pushed his captive to her knees. Knowing exactly what was expected, she opened her mouth and took the cock in to the root. The groan from the other side of the wall told her that she had done the right thing.”Ay Dios mio,” she heard the old guard exclaim. “I can’t believe this. Fuck… Fuck… Oh fuck you slut…”The release of his thick load into her suctioning mouth was just that quick. The old man had clearly been too excited to last any more than a few seconds in the embrace of her warm wet mouth. Fitzroy’s hand on the back of her head combined with his command to swallow, made sure that Mateo’s load ended up swimming in her tummy.From then on it was a steady stream of cocks and cum. As each new cock emerged from one of the holes, Swati was forced to take it deep in her mouth and swallow the result. White, brown, yellow and black, all in various sizes and lengths, but all ready and willing to unload their juice into her waiting mouth. With each stranger’s cock she sucked, Swati fell further and further into the well of humiliation and shame. And yet, her pussy was on fire. The absolutely slutty behaviour was so much like what she had seen in the movies. It was so… So bad and yet so good. She had become one of the sluts she had seen on video and it made her crazy with arousal. She shook with a string of orgasms as she continued to suck the seemingly unending stream of rigid dicks.She had no idea how long it had been, how many men she had serviced. Had it been fifteen? Twenty? More? It didn’t matter. Finally Fitzroy helped her to her feet and wiped a warm cloth across her spew-covered chin and neck. “Good job slut,” he soothed in her ear. “Twenty six loads of cum, all swimming in your belly. Is that enough lunch for you or do you need a few more? If you are still a little peckish, I can arrange for desert.”As he helped her to her feet, Swati let out a little burp and shook her head. She was indeed, quite full. She had no desire to swallow anything else, food or otherwise. So much in a daze, she hardly noticed the men hustling her into her coat and out to the car for the return trip. Almost before she knew it, she was back in the basement workshop of the office janitor, putting on her proper office attire.Sitting at her desk working on her piece of code. The young wife could not believe that it had not been a dream. Could not believe it, that is, until another little burp would release the taste and smell of male cum into the back of her throat. As the afternoon wore on and she became used it, it became less and less unpleasant and more and more exciting. Having had an extended lunch break, the dutiful wife texted Siva to tell him she had to work late. Her phone almost immediately pinged a message. Expecting a return from Siva, she opened the message without looking at the sender. “Working late I see. Be in my workshop in forty-five minutes”How had Fitzroy gotten her number? It must have been when she changed clothes at noon. Her phone had been out of her possession during that entire time. Distracted as she was Swati forced herself to concentrate and finish up for the day before going to meet Fitzroy.As the door closed behind her, Fitzroy slid the deadbolt into place. The loud metallic click echoed through the dark space. An icicle of fear gripped the poor woman as she wondered what was in store for her this time. “I’ve been anxious all afternoon slut,” Fitzroy groaned as he moved toward her. “Twenty-six guys got theirs today and I’m still waiting. Strip off and be quick about it.”It had become habit now to follow his instructions without question and without thinking of objecting Swati quickly found herself shivering naked in the cold room. When she looked at Fitzroy, she was not really surprised to see him slowly stroking the length of his hard black cock as he surveyed her body.”We have a problem here slut,” he announced rather gruffly. “You see, I like to eat pussy. I mean I REALLY like to eat pussy, and I’m not too fond of having that wirey hair tickling my nose and cramping my style. You, my dear, have one hairy-assed pussy, and I am not about to deal with all that hair. Come here. Take these scissors and trim that down as short as you can.”Swati could not believe her ears. He wanted her to cut off her pubic hair. Right here in front of him. To trim it as short as possible. There would be no hiding herself now. If she did as he was commanding, her sex would be on display whenever she was naked. What would Siva say when he discovered her?And what if James tried to feel her up again? Only a true slut would cut off her hair.As her mind wrestled with these thoughts, Swati didn’t notice Fitzroy moving in closer until his hands were on her. She felt almost weightless as the enormous janitor wrapped his huge hands around her waist and lifted her onto a cushion he had placed on the workbench. Without any ado, he then placed her feet on conveniently placed stools forcing her to spread her thighs. “Pull the hair out, then trim it as close to the skin as possible. Start in the middle just above your hungry slit and then move to each side,” Fitzroy directed as he stood back to enjoy the show.Her face red with shame, Swati began her assigned task. Snip… Snip… Working from the center to the sides as she had been directed it took surprisingly little time until she could see her skin clearly through the remaining short stubble of hair. “Very good my sweet,” the janitor cooed as he turned to pick up something from behind him. “Now you’re going to lather up and shave it so it’s nice and smooth for my lips and tongue. You want to feel my lips and tongue on your pussy don’t you girl? You have never been eaten like I’m going to eat you.Like a slap in the face, Swati realized that she was now going to be required to shave herself bare. Right here in front of him. The janitor. She had never shaved herself clean. Having pubic hair was a sign of being an adult. Then she thought of all the sluts on the Internet. They were almost all shaved. It was what sluts did, and she was now Fitzroy’s slut so she must comply. In a mental fog of humiliation and excitement, she was soon as smooth as a baby.After cleaning her up with a warm damp cloth, Fitzroy pulled another stool up between her spread legs and sat right down. The first contact between his fat wet lips and her cunt caused a firework to explode in her brain. Siva, had never kissed her down there. u*********sly, her hands moved to hold Fitzroy’s head in place. Her long slender fingers pulling his head deeper between her legs.Fitzroy hadn’t been lying. He really must have loved eating pussy, because he was an expert at it. His lips devoured both her outer and inner lips. His tongue alternated between teasing her clit and penetrating her pussy like a flat cock. In less than a minute, Swati was moaning and begging him to make her cum. She begged, but Fitzroy was in no hurry. Watching her carefully, he kept her on the edge of orgasm until she broke.”Please… Please… Pleeeaassse let me cum,” Swati panted as Fitzroy continued his ministrations. “Fuck me. Fuck me if that’s what you want. Anything. Just let me cum.”Fitzroy backed away and wiped her juices off his face. Never taking his eyes off hers, he slowly and purposefully unzipped his trousers and exposed his rigid cock. Swati glanced down. She had seen a lot of cocks in the last week, but none to compare to this monster. Fully twice as big as Siva. She remembered how it had stretched her the first time he had fucked her and the memory of that sensation drove her closer to her peak. She wanted it. She wanted it more than anything in the world, and she began to beg him to fill her up. Fitzroy knew that he had her now. This conservative little wife was lying on his workbench with her legs spread wide, pussy drooling with her juices, begging for his cock. Who was he to deny her the pleasure she so desperately wanted?Swati could feel the head of his enormous dick pressing against her cunt. Fitzroy rubbed it up and down between her soaking wet lips to make himself slippery before lining himself up with her hungry hole and pressing inwards. He stopped just as the head popped in.”Tell me again,” he commanded. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my big black cock in your little brown cunt. Say it.””Please. Please put it in me,” she pleaded her tormentor. “Please, I want your b b big black c c c cock in my little brown c c cunt.”Having achieved his objective, Fitzroy granted her her wish. Eyes locked on hers, he slowly pushed himself further inside. He could see the mixture of excitement and discomfort on her face as he pressed forward. His size molding her pussy into a new shape. Stopping half way in he pulled back to spread more of her juices on his cock and then pressed back in. Back and forth, deeper and deeper until his pendulous balls pressed against her ass.Swati was beside herself. She could not believe what she was doing. She wanted him to fuck her. She had begged him to fuck her. But she was married, and he was black, what was she doing? He hadn’t forced her or threatened her in any way. She had willingly come to his workshop at his request. She had stripped and shaved herself without protest. She had begged him to fuck her. And now with his huge black cock buried deep inside her she realized that she was indeed a slut. Had he turned her into it, or had she always been a slut? Prim and conservative on the outside, simmering sexpot slut on the inside. She didn’t care. It didn’t matter either way, as long as she could have his cock stretching her and fucking her like this. As she thought about what she had done today, and what she was doing now, her much delayed orgasm slammed through her causing her to scream with release.Fitzroy was enjoying himself immensely. It took a bit of doing to get himself totally embedded in her soaking wet pussy. He could feel her muscles gripping and releasing his thick cock as she stretched to accommodate his size. He could see the mixture of pain and pleasure on her face and he knew with certainty that she was hooked. Hooked on his thick black cock. Once you go black…When she started cumming, he raised himself up and picked up the pace. Her little cunt was stretched to the limit by his big dick and he knew that it was now rubbing it’s length against her engorged clit as he began to piston in and out. Faster and faster as she screamed her release over and over. Swati could not stop cumming. She had never felt anything to compare to this. Her mind was awash with the arousal of what she had done at the glory hole, and her pussy was on fire from Fitzroy’s hammering cock. She flailed helplessly waving her arms and whipping her head side to side. She grabbed his immense forearms and alternatively pushed him away and pulled him closer. She slapped at him and dug her fingers into his hard flesh as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. Fitzroy watched her as she reveled in their fucking. He could see that she was losing her mind as he pummeled her tight cunt. This was it. He knew he had her. She was his to do with as he pleased. She would be so hooked on his cock that she would do anything he demanded. Perfect.It took her a long time to come back to earth. She had seen such things on the net, of course, but she had never experienced anything like it herself. Until now, she had been convinced that it was all an act. Until now. What she had just experienced was no act. It was incredible. Of course she still loved her husband, but he could never take her to the heights she had just been to. Never had, never would. No. With this one fucking, Fitzroy had turned her into a slut for his black meat. The Internet called them BBC sluts, and she knew that she now had joined their ranks. But what next?”How was that Slut? You sure were out of control there for a minute,” Fitzroy opined as he pulled up his trousers. “I bet you’re already wondering how and when we can do this again aren’t you?”Swati’s face flamed red with shame and embarrassment as she realized the truth of what he was saying. He owned her body if not her soul and she knew that she would give him access any time he asked. Asked? Hell, a hint would be enough for her now.”OK so here’s how this is going to go,” Fitzroy continued in a cocky tone of voice. “You’re going to tell that little-dicked husband of yours that you have to travel out of town next week and to save airfare, you are flying on Saturday and returning on the following Sunday. You’re going to tell your boss that you need to take a week’s vacation days to handle an urgent family matter. Private stuff. Very hush hush. We’re going to Vegas.”Not exactly happy about the weekend travel, Siva dropped her off at the airport with her suitcase full of standard office attire. Swati felt as nervous as a silly schoolgirl as she walked through the concourse and passed through security. Knowing that he would not be allowed through to the gate Siva kissed her goodbye at security and headed back home. Fitzroy was waiting for her at the gate. “Hello my little slut,” he welcomed her just a little too loudly. “Are you ready for a week in sin city?”The woman who had seen her kiss Siva goodbye, looked on with a scowl. Swati’s face flushed with humiliation at Fitzroy’s course greeting and the woman’s angry stare.”C’mere and give me a little sugar baby,” Fitzroy commanded as he pulled her in tightly and kissed her full on the lips. Swati could feel his hand roaming upwards towards her breast, but was unable to resist his advances. Visions of his wonderful big cock swam through her mind and she felt her pussy melting with the anticipation of having it stroking inside her once again. When they finally broke their embrace, the shocked woman had turned her back to the display.No sooner were they in the air than Fitzroy asked a flight attendant for a blanket, explaining that his girlfriend was a little chilled. Surprised and not the least bit chilled, Swati wondered what he was up to now. When she handed Swati the blanket, the attendant could not help but notice her wedding ring. “There you go sir,” she addressed Fitzroy rather than Swati. “Your girlfriend can keep heated up under here.” The words girlfriend and heated up were enclosed in finger quotes, indicating that there was no question in her mind about what was going on.Swati’s face burned with shame as the women smirked down at her and pinbahis giriş winked. As she was distracted by her thoughts of humiliation, the blanket was quickly spread over her lap. Almost immediately, Fitzroy’s hand moved under the blanket and pushed up her skirt. Unable to resist his advances without causing a disturbance, Swati sat as still as she could as his big fingers worked her sex.This was insane. She was on an airplane, headed for Vegas with a man, not her husband, who had his finger wiggling around in her pussy in front of anyone who cared to notice. This is what sluts did. The sluts on the Internet. They let men do whatever they wanted, and they enjoyed it. With a jolt of shock and shame, Swati realized that she too was enjoying what Fitzroy was doing to her too. She too was a becoming a willing slut to her black companion.In a flight just over one hour in duration, Fitzroy brought the frantic woman to the edge of orgasm at least five times, always stopping just as she was going to go over top. Her hands ached from gripping the armrests in an endless mixture of excitement and frustration. Her entire body was shaking. Her pussy was soaked, her mind in turmoil. In short, by the time they landed she was a mess. As they exited the plane, the flight attendant gave Swati a knowing smile. “I hope you enjoyed your flight dear,” she snickered. “And, I hope the blanket helped you keep her nice and warm during the trip,” she continued, addressing the latter comment to Fitzroy who simply smiled broadly in response.Her mind awash with sexual thoughts, Swati saw almost nothing on the cab ride to the hotel. Her mind simply would not focus on anything. An endless loop of sexual thoughts, played through her consciousness. Things she had seen on the net, Things she had fantasized. Things she herself had done. “Strip,” Fitzroy commanded once they were finally alone in the room.The idea to resist, or complain never crossed her mind. Hoping that he was finally going to fuck her and let her cum, she simply dropped her clothes in a heap around her ankles and stepped forward.”Now. On your knees right here.”Still in a fog of arousal and need, Swati moved to kneel at his feet. Only a short time ago, she would have been horrified to think of doing what he was about to ask her to do. Taking the cock of an untouchable into her mouth. But that’s exactly what she wanted to do now. To have him order her to suck his hard black dick deeply into her mouth. Without a word from him, her slender fingers moved to undo his zipper, then with more certainty, pushed inside. He was hard. She couldn’t bend him to get him through the opening. Quickly, almost frantically now, she unbuckled his belt and opened his waistband to get at her prize. Pulling his thick rod from his clothes, Swati opened her mouth and took him in deep. The blunt tip pushing at the entrance to her throat caused her to gag before pulling back, dragging her soft lips along his steely hardness.”You like sucking my cock don’t you slut? You like sucking any cock. Tell you what, next week, we’ll do lunch at the glory hole again. How would that be? Would you like that?”She could feel his cock swelling with renewed excitement as he talked, and his words had an effect on her too. Her mind cast back to her glory hole experience. She had worn a ridiculously slutty outfit. They had gone to a rough neighbourhood, and she had sucked almost thirty men, swallowing every drop of cum that shot into her mouth. She knew he would take her again. She knew that deep in her soul, she wanted him to. But right now, all she wanted was his cock. His load in her belly.”Enough slut,” Fitzroy stopped her with a gruff command. “Finish undressing me and fold my clothes nicely.”Incredibly, after all she had been through, this simple command struck her hard. Not only was she his sexual plaything, he expected her to be his servant. To undress him and fold his clothes. She was a strong woman. A professional. This was so far beneath her station. But the additional humiliation increased her arousal even more. She couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her.Clothes folded nicely Swati turned to see Fitzroy laying naked on the bed. His rigid pole sticking straight up from his groin. The site of it made her tingle deep in her tummy. She wanted that cock inside her. The intensity of her need surpassed anything she could have even imagined just a short while ago. She simply had to have it. Like a drowning person had to have air, and she felt like she was drowning.In a daze of arousal and confusion, she simply moved to the bed and climbed on. Straddling his muscular thighs she brought her mouth down once more to envelope the bulging head of his cock. She sucked and swirled her tongue around in an effort to please him. After sucking for a short while, she realized that she wanted more. No. She needed more. And so she moved upwards on the bed until her pussy was aligned with his dick. Raising herself up, she aligned her sopping cunt with the object of her desire and then slowly pushed herself downwards. It was exactly the feeling she craved. Being stretched out by him as his cock slid deeply into her core. It took a couple of strokes, but soon she felt him hit her cervix. A soft groan escaped her throat as she slowly began to post on his wonderful cock. Fitzroy reached up and grabbed her bouncing breasts as she rode him. He hadn’t had to tell her anything. She had taken it upon herself to suck him and to ride him like this. He was a tit man, and he loved feeling her big boobs wobble as his fingers tweaked her tight nipples. Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. Swati froze in mid-stroke as the door lock beeped and then clicked open. Eyes wide with surprise, her head flew around to see who was breaking in on them. She was stunned to see Mateo saunter into the room.”Hello puta,” he laughed as the door clicked shut behind him. “I had to work so I took a later flight. Don’t let me disturb you. You just carry on with your fucking.” With that the chubby Mexican guard set down his bag and stepped to the mini bar. As humiliating as it was to have Mateo watching her, she was soon bouncing up and down on Fitzroy’s thick meat again. It just felt so good to be stretched so wide and so deep. She couldn’t seem to get enough. Having lost herself, it didn’t take long before she was squealing as her pussy clenched down hard and she came.When her release was over, the spent woman fell forward and lay on Fitzroy’s muscular chest. It was obvious to her that he was not done yet, as his big cock pulsed with excitement inside her, but she begged him to let her take a breather before they began again. As she lay there panting, she felt the bed move and a pair of hands spread her ass cheeks. The cold drizzle of liquid hitting her sphincter caused her to gasp and tense up.Quick as that, Fitzroy wrapped his immense arms around her, effectively pinning her to his strong body. Although she struggled there was no chance that she could break free as she felt Mateo’s cock press into her asshole. The tightness she felt from Fitzroy’s cock was intensified by the double penetration. Her entire lower body felt full. Stuffed with hard man meat. She had seen this several times. Sluts who serviced two cocks at once. She had seen it and now she was living it. Living it and loving it. As Mateo picked up his pace from behind, Fitzroy began to thrust upwards from below. Sometimes it felt like just one giant cock filling her entire body, then they would alternate and one hole would be filled as the other one emptied. By the time the men came, she was writhing and squirming as an endless stream of orgasms washed over her. When they were done, the three of them lay sweaty and panting on the bed.”Go get a washcloth and towel and clean us up,” Fitzroy commanded, continuing the expectation of servitude he had begun with his clothes. Her face flushed with humiliation as she slipped out of bed to obey. Slowly and carefully, she cleaned and dried both men as they lay there passively. A knock at the door startled her out of her reverie.”Answer it slut,” Fitzroy commanded from his supine position. “Naked.”Her whole body flamed in shame as she considered what she was being asked to do. Answer the door naked? Who would be out there? What would they think of her. What was going to happen next?”Hello Swati,” James greeted the startled woman as she swung the door open. “Fitzy invited me to join the party,” then, speaking to the men. “Hi guys. Fuck her yet?”Swati could not believe what was happening. She doubled over, trying in vane to cover herself with her arms. “Stand up bitch,” James snapped. “I didn’t travel to Vegas to look at your arms.” Stunned, Swati involuntarily straightend her posture and dropped her arms, revealing herself to the co-worker who had diddled her pussy behind her desk just a few days ago. “Bend over the table.” It was not a request, it was a command and she had no will to resist, she simply walked over to the table and bent over it.. “Grab your cheeks and spread them.”Reaching back with both hands the tormented woman pulled her ass cheeks apart to expose both her well used holes for his inspection. Too afraid and ashamed of herself to look back over her shoulder, she jumped when his finger penetrated her still sopping pussy. First one, then two, then three. “Jezus Fitz,” the surprise guest exclaimed. “You stretched her out too much for me. Between that and all that jizz, I won’t feel a thing if I fuck her now.”Still bent over the table, Swati moaned when the fingers left her gaping pussy and a single lubed digit slipped up her asshole.”Hmm. Still pretty tight back here though. Good thing you’re not better hung Mateo. Well if it’s gotta be sloppy seconds, then at least it should be tight.”Then as the unbelieving woman held herself open, he undid his zipper, pulled out his hard cock and pushed it up her ass in one long thrust. Swati grunted in discomfort as her fellow programmer began to see saw in and out of her back passage. James was only the second man to ever take her there and he was somewhat larger than Mateo, her first. Unable to resist, she simple tried to relax herself as the pumping continued. “Oh Fuck. You fucking slut,” James exclaimed as he drilled his cock deep into his victim. “Right up the ass like a pro. Nice and tight.”As her ass repeatedly swallowed James’ cock, Swati began to become aroused. Like the sluts on the Internet. She would bend over and take all comers. Whether she had just finished fucking or not. If a man showed up and wanted it, she would bend over and offer any or all of her holes for their use. A true slut, like in the movies.Her brain was on fire with a mixture of shame and arousal. What was she doing? What was she becoming? Why was this so… Exciting to her? Yes. She realized with a shock of panic. She was excited by her slutty behaviour. “Oh Fuck. OH FUCK. You fucking slut.”Swati felt James go rigid behind her as he pulled her hips tightly back against his groin. This was followed immediately by the now familiar pulsing sensation of his cock as he shot his load deeply into her bowels. “You know what to do. Get a cloth and clean him up slut,” came Fitzroy’s gruff command as she felt James withdraw from her twice-abused hole. Returning from the bathroom with a warm damp cloth, Swati washed James off and then dried him. She couldn’t help thinking about what she had become. In her country this would be the task of the lowest of the low. Below consideration as even being human. She was now truly untouchable. James and Mateo had headed back home on Monday, and Swati was alone with Fitzroy. The dress was scandalous. Backless with a deep plunging neckline in front, the hem so short it barely covered her ass. The fabric so sheer that it was clear she was naked underneath. It was a very wild dress, even by Vegas standards and people were openly staring at her as they left the hotel. Fitzroy told her they were going to a meeting, but nothing more. Swati could not imagine what kind of meeting it could be, dressed a she was, but, having no real choice, she went along as directed.When the cab stopped, they were in front of a building that looked more like a warehouse than anything else. The sign on the door said S&S Productions and Fitzroy ushered her inside. It was a warehouse, but it was divided up into a series of three walled rooms, Seeing the video equipment, Swati realized that these must be movie sets and wondered what Fitzroy had planned for her. “So, this is the girl we talked about? She looks good. And she’s here all week?””Yes. Here and available until this coming weekend,” Fitzroy replied.”OK honey,” the producer continued, addressing Swati, “I just need you to sign this contract and we can get started right away. I expect that we can do two longs and two shorts each day. That’s about ten grand for the week. Sign here.”In a complete daze, Swati signed the contract without reading it. It didn’t matter what it said anyway. After the men shook hands, The still dazed woman was led to a large dressing room with shelves of shoes, racks of clothes, and a make-up area.Two women moved in on either side of her and started on her nails and face. Even though she had to keep her eyes closed, she could tell from the amount of time I took, that a large amount of make-up was being applied around her eyes. The final touch was when the make-up artist asked her to open her eyes and then applied long false lashes to each lid.She had been so focused on what was happening to her eyes, that Swati was a bit stunned to see the long red nails attached to the end of each finger. They looked almost like claws. She had seen the sluts in the movies tickle men’s genitals with nails like that before, and it gave her a shiver, to think she might soon be doing the same to Fitzroy.While she was still sitting, a man appeared and slipped impossibly high platform stilettos on to her feet, buckling them around her ankles. When she put her feet back on the floor, her knees were bent up almost even with her chest. When she stood, she wobbled around like a newborn giraffe on her newly extended legs.Tottering back to the movie sets on her towering heels. Swati was glad to have another girl to lean on. “Don’t worry sugar,” she whispered. “It gets easier after the first one. Just follow directions and do what they say without complaint. You’ll be fine. Really,” she encouraged, before leaving the rather confused woman standing alone in a living room set.”OK… SO in this scene, your husband comes home and tells you he has lost a bet and needs your help to pay it off. You object, he slaps you blah blah blah, and you end up fucking the guy to pay off the debt. Just start out by sashaying around to show off your tits and legs. OK… AAAAANNNND ACTION!”Swati had seen scenes like this a dozen times before. It was all standard fare. Husband bets wife, wife fucks winner, everybody wins. Everybody, that is, except the wife. And this time, she herself was going to be the wife. When her “husband” entered the set, Swati thought he looked quite normal. She stumbled through a few lines of ad-lib dialogue, but she knew that nobody care about the dialogue anyway.When she saw the “winner” enter the set, she almost cried. This man was enormous. Not strong and fit enormous, but big and fat enormous. Asked to guess, she would have said three hundred pounds and not an inch above five foot 10. In fact, when she stood in her heels, she was actually looking down into his expectant face.”Well hello sweetness,” he said with a slight slur and the strong scent of beer. “Ready to pay off hubby’s debt, or do I start breaking bones?”Swati almost believed he would, and stammered out a reply that she was ready.”OK then sweetness let’s start with a little strip and a lap dance.”At his command, Swati began to disrobe. She couldn’t believe it. She was a conservative wife. A competent professional, and she was dancing and removing her clothing like a common slut. And she knew the worst was yet to come. As she gyrated and stripped, she heard the fat man complement her “husband” on his good fortune at having such a sexy and willing wife. All the men were staring openly when she dropped her last piece of clothing and stood there naked for their inspection.”CUT,” the director yelled. “Good stuff guys. You too… Swhili is it?””Swati sir,” the defeated woman replied. “My name is Swati.” The director didn’t even care enough about her to remember her name from one scene to the next. If this wasn’t rock bottom. It was certainly in the same zip code.”Her gigantic co-star motioned her over and offered her a seat on his knee. After sinking his sausage fingers into her soft left breast, he began a conversation.”So first, I am going to make you suck my cock. Now. It’s not too long, so you should be able to get most of it in your mouth without gagging. Don’t worry if you do gag though, I don’t mind. Oh, and when I cum, I like to pull the bitch’s head down over my dick, so don’t worry if you puke. The words meant little to Swati in her current condition. She was virtually insensate. That’s why she almost missed the next part.”So after you get your mouthful, I want you to play with it. You know, spit it in your hand, Lick it back up. Open your mouth and swirl it around with your tongue. Blow a bubble. Then you can swallow. I’ll direct you so you don’t have to remember much.”After the director called action, the fat man commanded her to get on her knees and suck him. Even though she knew what was coming and had time to steel herself for it, it still sent a shiver of revulsion down her spine. The smell of stale sweat mixed with a slight odor of urine almost made her gag, but she was able to control the urge. Swati could hardly find his stubby dick amongst all the rolls of fat on his lower abdomen. He had been right. His cock was so surrounded by fat that it hardly stuck out further than an inch from his body. Swati was easily able to take the entire little nub into her mouth until her soft plump lips were buried in his rolls of flesh.”OH yeah. That’s good. That’s nice,” he groaned as she sucked him deep. “Hey. Your wife’s a really talented cocksucker. You should bet her more often. I’ll take that bet any time, and I haven’t started fucking her yet,” the fat man ad-libbed.Unbelievably, Swati felt her pussy starting to become moist at his course words. She had seen these scenes, fantasized about being humiliated and controlled by all manner of horrible men, and now, here she was kneeling in front of a disgusting fat man getting ready to take his foul load into her mouth. The shame and humiliation spiked her arousal and she groaned on the growing dick in her mouth. True to his word, her tormentor grabbed her head and held her in place while he dribbled his load into her mouth. “Don’t swallow whore,” he growled as he came. “That’s what you are now. A whore. A whore paying off her husband’s debt. Sex for money. A whore. Now, do like whores do and show me that load in your mouth.”Unable to resist his words Swati opened her mouth to display the white goo she held there. The camera zoomed in just as she was ordered to play with it. Swirl it. Blow bubbles. All the disgusting things he had said he was going to tell her to do. By the time she was allowed to swallow, she was so hot from the abuse and humiliation, that she was ready to fuck even him.”Now bend over that table over there whore. I took a couple Viagra so I’m not gonna lose this hard-on for a while yet. No matter how many times I cum. Gotta get my money’s worth right whore?”Horny and humiliated, Swati did not respond to his taunts. She simply turned and bent over the table as directed. The fucking was very unsatisfying. His stubby dick did nothing to stimulate her and the loud slapping of his flabby belly against her firm ass cheeks didn’t do anything to help. Neither did the inane babbling dialogue that ensued while she was being abused.”CUT.”Finally, her old fat partner had finished and moved away. The scene over, he slapped her on the ass and left the set without so much as a thank you for the fuck. Swati was hot, sweaty and sore. All she wanted was to lie down and take a break. “That’s lunch, take an hour,” the director announced to everyone. Swati was led back down the hall and into a little dressing room that held a table, two chairs and a small couch. Tottering over to the couch on her towering heels, she flopped down exhausted.”You want anything for lunch honey?” It was the make-up girl from before.The exhausted newly minted porn star simply shook her head no in response. Her stomach was in knots and the last thing she wanted was to eat anything, but she was terribly thirsty and asked for a bottle of water. When the girl came back, she had a water bottle and two little pills.”Here hon,” she soothed. “I can see you’re having a bit of a hard time. These little darlings will take the edge off for you,” she continued as she handed Swati the pills and the water. “You just lay here and relax and let them work their magic. You’ll be right as rain in no time at all.” The water quenched her thirst and soon she was fast asleep on the couch. When she was roused from her slumber, Swati felt almost impossibly good. Whatever those pills had been, they certainly had worked to remove the pain and anxiety over her current situation. She almost enjoyed being dressed up in another slutty outfit. Her entire body seemed to be electrified. All her senses were on high alert and she felt like she could run a marathon. She imagined that she could feel the force of the men’s eyes on her body as she sauntered onto the set for her second feature.What she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. She did not believe that she had any further down to go, but a whole new class of degradation was staring back at her from beneath the floodlights. The man could not have been four feet tall. A dwarf. Yet another untouchable. No wonder they had left her in her bare feet instead of another pair of towering heels. And the set. The set was a jungle scene with a grass hut and a bonfire pit. When he slipped out of his robe, Swati saw that he wore nothing other than a loincloth, which displayed a prominent bulge in the front. “OK, Swilly,” the director began. “You have been lost in the jungle. You’re tired, and hot, and you stumbled upon this pygmy tribe. You’re so relieved and grateful, that you offer yourself to them in gratitude. Sorry we only have one tribesman. Just go with the flow. Bruno here is a pro, He’ll guide you along”At the mention of his name, the dwarf smiled in her direction. “Don’t worry baby. You’re going to enjoy this,” he sneered as he grabbed his crotch. “Big man, small cock. Small man, ALL cock. Never been truer than with old Bruno.””AAAANNNNNND ACTION!”One of the make-up girls sprayed her skin with water to simulate sweat and she was pushed, causing her to stumble into the set. Her pounding heart rushed the d**gs to her brain and Swati swooned, just as she reached her co-star.On her knees at his feet, he was still shy of looking him in the face. When he began to chant some gibberish and dance around the stunned woman. As the d**gs continued to alter her consciousness, she almost began to believe that she was indeed in the jungle. That this man was a pygmy. That she was hopelessly lost and in need of a saviour.After a few more inane gestures and dialogue, Swati found herself taking his disproportionately large cock deep into her mouth. The dwarf wrapped his gnarled fingers in her hair and pulled her roughly back and forth on his rigid organ. “That’s it. Yeah,” Bruno groaned in encouragement, the pretense of his gibberish pygmy language suddenly gone. “Suck that cock bitch. Take it all.”At that he pushed himself deeply into her mouth causing her to gag and wretch. Satisfied that he had humiliated her sufficiently, the little man waddled around behind the kneeling woman and flipped up her skirt. Even through her d**g induced fog Swati was intensely humiliated when Bruno spit on her sex. A sharp slap on her ass was followed by another big gob of spit hitting her pussy and running down her thigh. Aiming his cock at her spittle covered lips, Bruno thrust himself in, right down to the root causing the abused woman to grunt obscenely. Swati could feel his little hands grasping and pulling her hips back towards him as he pounded into her unresisting body. Her mind reeled with shame as she thought of what she was doing. Allowing a dwarf, another untouchable to use and abuse her sex. Tears of shame at what she was allowing them to do to her ran down her cheeks to join those already there from her earlier gaging fit. After several minutes of slapping and thrusting, Bruno pulled himself out of her cunt and ran around to her face. Grabbing his thick cock in one hand and her hair in the other, he pulled her head up until she was face to face with is crotch. “Look at me,” he growled. “Look up at me and smile bitch.”Raising her eyes to look into the dwarf’s face, Swati felt nothing like smiling. In fact, she felt sick to her stomach, but a quick slap to her face was enough to make her comply. No sooner were their eyes locked and her mouth twisted into an obscene parody of a smile than Bruno groaned and let fly with his cum. Spurt after spurt flew out of his dick landing on her face and hair. “CUT! That’s a wrap.”Lying in her humiliated stupor Swati never heard the conversation between Fitzroy and the director.”Yeah Fitz, She’s pretty good. Compliant and all. Seems like she would do pretty much anything. How much?””I don’t know man. I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right selling her to you and all, you know? She has a job at my company. She has a husband.””Fuck off man. Nobody knows she’s here with you and people disappear every day. Quit trying to jack up the price and just get on with it. How about twenty?””Twenty?””Yeah… Twenty grand and she stays here nothing more said.”Fitzroy was stunned. It had never been his intent to go this far, to do anything like this, but here was a very lucrative offer staring him in the face. The silence hung in the air as he pondered his circumstance.”Jezus man. You drive a hard bargain. Forty then, and not a single fucking penny more.”Forty thousand was more than Fitzroy cleared in a year as a janitor. This was a life changing offer. Should he take it? Could he take it? What about her? What about her husband.”For fuck sake man. Say something! I’ve dealt with some hard assed negotiators before, but you… Fifty grand or get the fuck out””Done.” The word was out of his mouth before he even formed the thought.”OK then. Done,” crowed the director. “Let’s just go into the office and do the deal,” he continued, knowing that he would clear more than that with the movies they already had. He loved dealing with these amateurs.

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