Chapter 1: Introduction
Three days.
Three. Bloody. Days.
As I sat in my sharehouse room that I’d put my heart and soul into making a home, I couldn’t believe my ears. My flatmate rattled her news like a jackpot, spilling it with all the grace of tearing out my already broken heart.
“Three days!” I echoed hollowly. Fuck. There isn’t enough time to find a spouse, much less someone who'd put up with me in a loveless farce for the long-term.
I’m Priya, a determined woman with a resilient spirit. My leatherbound passport, a symbol of my journey, leathered by the sweat and dust of the subcontinent, is about to become the first of many obstacles in my path.
The Brisbane Immigration office towered above me, a blocky monolith that bore down on me like the bureaucratic weight of the world. The air was thick with tension as countless migrants struggled against the endless queues, stretching out like the serpentine coils of a dragon guarding its hoard.
The immigration office bustled with harried workers and desperate souls. Stern-faced bureaucrats worked quietly behind dusty, tinted windows, their unwavering gaze giving nothing away. I felt lost in the sea of desperation as the weight of my impending doom bore down upon me. I did my best to fade into the concrete jungle, one of many nameless minnows among the sharks.
The air inside the office was thick with the acrid scent of photocopier toner, mingling with the sweat and desperation of the huddled masses yearning to stay in Australia.
A stern-faced woman with short, cropped hair sat with her arms folded, her eyes scanning me up and down with a mixture of curiosity and something I couldn’t quite decipher.
I offered her what I hoped was a smile, a polite facade that betrayed the turmoil beneath it.
“Priya? Please, follow me,” she said, her voice as thick as treacle. She led me to a small, cramped office, where the air smelled of stale coffee and unspoken demands. The woman gestured for me to sit, and with nothing better to do, I obeyed.
I felt like I was going to explode with anxiety, each second feeling like an eternity.
“Ms. Chaudhary, I need to inform you that your visa has been revoked. We have received information that you have overstayed your welcome in this country,” she said, her tone as cold as marble.
I stared at her, my heart in a vice grip, my chest caving inwards. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Three days was not enough time to find a spouse. I was in deep shit.
“What... what can I do?
I said in a voice that sounded like a stranger’s. I felt a lump forming in my throat, the enormity of the situation threatening to overwhelm me. Chaudhary, we cannot let your visa status slide, we have rules to follow. But, if you can get married within the next three days, you can apply for a new visa as a spouse.”
I shook my head in disbelief, as the realization of my predicament sank in.
Was this some cruel joke? I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the country I had come to call home, of being ripped away from my life here, and sent back to India.
But the stern-faced woman seemed unmoved. She leaned back in her chair and studied me with a cold gaze.
“You have three days to get married, Ms. Chaudhary. Otherwise, you’ll have to face the consequences of overstaying your visa.
“But but, I studied here, I have a job” I argued. “Well, I also hope you have a bf willing to put a ring on you” said the smug woman. “I made a mistake, I just forgot, I thought my visa ends next month” I said sounding desperate. “A little less time blowing up those lips and more looking at your visa expiry would have helped” said the arrogant older woman.
“I can’t go back to India, it’s got an awful government and everyone is poor and communal politics rules the roost. I don’t want to live there” I said. My voice cracked with desperation, and I could feel the walls closing in on me.
The woman shuffled some papers on her desk, a sympathetic look in her eye. “I’m sorry, Ms. Chaudhary, but the rules are clear. You have three days. That’s it.”
I stood up, my legs shaky from the weight of the news. I thanked the stern-faced woman and made my way past the endless lines of people, all hoping to jump the highest hurdle to claim their stake in this land.
The world outside the towering building was a stark contrast to the somber interior, with the bright sunlight and the scent of blooming jacarandas offering a glimmer of hope amidst the gloom.
I made a decision there and then that I wouldn't let my destiny be dictated by bureaucrats. I would fight this, no matter how difficult it was.
I pulled out my phone, scrolling to meet up with my mate Jaya for a coffee.
I needed her advice, or at least a shoulder to cry on. I made a beeline for the nearest café, desperate to put some distance between me and the oppressive Immigration office.
As I settled into the wicker chair, staring out at the bustling city beyond, Jaya looked at me with a concerned expression.
“Three days, Jay, I’ve got three days to find a husband.” I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping as the weight of my problem threatened to drown me.
Jaya, a petite, feisty and fiercely intelligent woman, was no stranger to my troubles. Every setback I encountered was met with her unwavering support and loyalty, as well as a healthy dose of sass. I trusted her with my life, especially since we’d been through this together once before with our school friend’s situation.
She narrowed her eyes and leaned in closer. “Well, there’s always the dodgy option.”
I furrowed my brow in confusion, shaking my head slightly to comprehend what she meant.
“Jaya,” I whispered, as I leaned in closer, casting a furtive glance around the bustling café, checking if anyone had overheard us. But the world for me had suddenly turned into a quiet hum of voices, the chatter seemed muted and unimportant.
“What are you saying?” I asked, as a strange mix of dread and hope bubbled in my chest.
She drew in a sharp breath, lowering her voice as she spoke.
“There’s a man who can help.
You know John, from work? He’s been eyeing you up since you started, and he’s got the means to help you out. But it won’t come cheap.”
Jaya leaned back in her chair, her mouth quirked into a knowing smile. I furrowed my brows, trying to process her words. John was a sinister old pervert who ran a digital marketing agency where I worked as a junior copywriter. Every time he looked at me, it felt like a stroke of menacing intensity, the kind of stare that made me feel like a caged animal.
His gaze creeped me out, more often than not finding excuses to avoid being alone with him at work. I’d heard whispers of his predatory ways, things that should have put me off. But in that moment of desperation, John’s sinister disposition seemed like the least of my worries compared to the specter of deportation looming on the horizon.
“How much will it cost me?” I asked, cutting straight to the point. Jaya looked conflicted for a moment, her gaze darting from mine to the traffic outside before finally settling on me.
“Five grand, Priya. That’s the price of his silence and his help with all the paperwork.” Her words sounded like a curse had materialized in the air between us, a thick veil of guilt and shame settling on me. My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach like a leaden weight, and I suddenly felt sick.
“The visa itself costs like 10$K and then the lawyers gonna charge me a bomb I’m sure and then another $5K!” I had tears in my eyes. Five grand was a small fortune for me, something I had never even dared to dream about saving. It was equivalent to growing up in India and scraping every penny for your daily needs, or working two jobs to pay your rent and bills in Australia. But right now, my priorities had shifted. I couldn’t imagine having to leave everything I’d built behind, footing the bill for an air ticket back to the starting line.
I looked back at my friend Jaya, whose eyes were narrowed in the dim light of the café.
I was aware of the gravity of the situation, and although I knew the cost of John's help was steep, I couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a dedicated friend.
"Five thousand dollars is a lot of money," I uttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I nervously bit my bottom lip.
Jaya nodded her head in agreement, "I know, but think about it, Priya. “I wish I hadn’t spent 1000 on my lip fillers” I said almost realise how stupid I sounded.
“it’s not your fault, Pri! Plus those blowjob lips of your may just come in handy given John obsession with them. Jeremy told me he got drunk at the manager retreat and confessed he dreams of your fats lips sucking him off everyday since you got them done” said Jaya like it was a good thing. “That's disgusting, why are you telling me this?” I asked, horrified.
“Haha, don’t worry, he's harmless, he’s just a horny old dog, he's been getting me shots of tequila all night because he needs someone to confess to. I just thought you should know, just in case. But seriously, he can help you, Priya.
“Ok, Jay. I’ll think about it babe, give me the night. Lemme smoke a joint and think” I said. It wasn’t a question, just a statement that I need some time, space and peace to clear my head. As if hearing those words, the barman slid half a dozen shots of tequila our way. Jaya raised her brow at me but didn’t insist on leaving. Instead, she joined in, knocking back the drinks as if they were going out of fashion.
I sucked on the roach and let the warm haze settle over my thoughts, a gentle cushioning that eased the knots in my stomach.
I stripped off my shirt and top and walked into the cold air of apartment balcony in my white bra and black thong, smoking and contemplating. I decided India was not an option! I had to take whatever chance I had to get this visa. I stood there on the balcony, shivering slightly, puffing clouds of smoke that swirled up into the night air. The neon glow from the city cast a colored halo that washed over me, highlighting all the flaws, the body outline of my petite frame silhouetted and reflected on the glass window. The world seemed detached, still, and quite beautiful in that moment. But I couldn't lose focus; I had to make a decision.
I turned around and went back inside to find Jaya sprawled on the futon, snoring softly.
I shook my head and grabbed a blanket, draping it over her.
I went to bed that night with the weight of my impending fate pressing down upon me. Even with every distraction, I couldn't push away the worry. I tossed and turned, my body flooded with a mixture of dread and anxiety. I stared at the ceiling, trying to will myself to sleep, but my mind was like a hamster in a wheel, relentlessly spinning with thoughts.
The next day, I made my way to work, each step dragging like a sack of bricks.
Subconsciously, I seemed to be putting extra effort in my appearance that morning. I put washed and straightened my hair and put on a push up bra that made by B cups look like C cups and spaghetti top with a plunging neckline and for what it was worth having spent $1000 on my lips, I put on a shiny red gloss on my big lips I would normally reserve for a 3rd date. I took a deep breath, and I marched into the office with a confidence I didn't feel. The air in the office felt thick and oppressive, as if it was conspiring against me.
As I approached John's corner office, my heart beat faster and faster. I steeled myself, reminding myself that I had no other choice. I knocked on his open door, "John, can I have a word?" I asked. My voice came out stronger than expected, surprising even me.
John looked up from where he sat behind his grand mahogany desk, eyes piercing into me for a moment too long to be professional.
“Priya, my dear, what brings you to my door?” His voice was smooth as velvet and unnerving as a dark alley; it both comforted and repulsed me. He gestured for me to take a seat, and I reluctantly accepted the invitation, knowing that I couldn't afford to back down now.
I wasted no time in laying it all on the table, the weight of my situation heavy upon me.
"I'm in trouble, John. I've received notice that my visa expires in three days, and I need help. I'm willing to pay whatever price necessary."
My words hung heavy in the air, a cloak of desperation enveloping me. John sat back in his chair, his face giving away nothing, but his eyes gleamed with a knowing look.
"I may know someone who can help, but as you can imagine, it won't come cheap."
I clenched my fists, steeling myself for what was to come.
“Priya sweetheart, look I don’t want you to go away to that shit hole of a city in India where you worked so hard to get out of” said John slowly sliding his hand up priyas on his desk.
“I don’t want to go John, I am willing to pay the price” I said reassuringly gripping his old fat fingers with my manicured slim ones.
“My dear, the man I speak off will change around 15$K” he said casually. “What?” I said tears welling up in my eyes. “Jesus fucking christ, John! Fifteen thousand dollars? I can't afford that.”
John leaned back in his chair, smirking slightly, "I know that, my dear, but the problem is not about what you can afford, it's about what you're willing to risk."
My mind was racing, trying to comprehend the enormity of what was being asked of me. Fifteen thousand dollars was more money than I had ever seen in my entire life, much less possessed.
“Can you help me, John?” I said meekly pouting my big lips. He raised an eyebrow at me, sizing me up calculatingly.
“Why, Pricess Priya, I think I can find a solution for you. But it won’t be easy, and it won’t be cheap,” he said with a sinister grin. “Tell me, Pricess, are you willing to pay whatever it takes to get what you want? Because there’s a rather… generous gentleman who is eager to assist you.”
My heart raced in trepidation, but my fear was overshadowed by desperation.
“I’ll do anything for this, John” I said sounding confident. “Ok then, Priya let’s just say I’ve always wondered what that skinny, svelte body of yours can do for a man and those lips, since you got those fillers I’ve been dreaming about having them wrapped around my fat cock” said the old man. I cringed, my skin crawling with every violation of my boundaries. His words turned my stomach, but I kept my calm and composed appearance that had taken weeks to cultivate.
“Fifteen thousand dollars as I said is not something to be taken lightly,” said John. “But let's discuss the payments and modes first” I said in a mechanical tone, hating myself for caving in so quickly.
His eyes glinted knowingly, like he was holding all the cards. I hated that feeling, it brought out all my fears and insecurities.
“Well Priya, I’m willing to do that, but we are pressed for time, I mean 3 days. How about a token of your appreciation you show you those tits of yours?” He asked. But instead of complying, I hesitated, and said, “Let’s discuss the payment plan first. I don’t want any unpleasant surprises.”
John seemed taken aback by my assertiveness, his expression shifting from lecherous to taken aback. I could tell that he wasn’t used to being challenged, but I couldn’t afford to back down now. I had to put on a brave face and make sure that this deal went through.
“Alright, Priya. Fair enough,” John said, adjusting himself in his chair. “How does this sound?
We settle on fifteen thousand dollars, but instead of an upfront payment, we break it down into five installments. One now, and the rest spread out over the next three months.”
I could sense his reluctance, but he didn’t object to my proposal. I can do that,” John said. “But let me be clear, you will have to make it worth my while. After all, I’m taking a significant risk here.”
“And in case I can’t make the payment in time?” I asked concerned. “In that case you have to get an extension, 5 days for sex- no condom, I wanna raw dog you my Indian bitch. 10 for anal but I doubt your tiny arse can take my Aussie pistol and one day per blow job- no condom and I will cum in your mouth” said the old man excitedly. I was stunned into silence, unable to believe what I was hearing. My heart was racing erratically, and I felt a surge of disgust rise up my throat.
I wanted to vomit at the very thought of it, but instead, I swallowed hard and managed a thin smile.
“I hope you know that’s illegal, John,” I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
John scoffed at my rebuke, “Well, sweetheart, desperation leads to crazy decisions, doesn’t it?
And I doubt you have many options left.”
He was right. I was in a delicate position, and John knew it. I didn’t have many options left. I could return to India, the land of my birth, but that would mean a return to poverty and backwardness, as well as leaving behind everything I had built here over the years. My entire future hinged on this one decision. I swallowed hard, a sick feeling rising up in my throat.
“What do you want from me?” I asked in a low voice.
John leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk creeping across his wrinkled face. "A reasonable request. But remember, you're entering a dangerous game, my dear. I have connections, but even they have their limits."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Alright, I understand. What do you want from me?"
John's smirk grew wider. "We'll discuss the details later, but for now, your tits dear” he said. John's voice was cold and commanding. I was torn between anger and fear, but I knew I had little room for negotiation. I dragged my consciousness back into the present moment, the weight of the decisions that lay ahead pressuring me down.
I took a deep breath, considering my options. I had spent years building a life here in Australia, only to see it crumble before my eyes. I couldn't bear the thought of returning to India, but I didn’t have a choice either. My desperation blinded me from the predicament I was getting into. My heart thumped in my chest, the enormity of what I was about to do weighing heavily on me.
I swallowed the bile that had risen to my throat and slowly lifted the hem of my top, exposing my lacy white lingerie to him. John's gaze narrowed and he leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and greed.
I felt sick to my stomach as he reached out to touch me, his pudgy fingers tracing the curve of my breast. He squeezed my right tit till it popped out of the bra and then the fat old man latched on to my dark brown nipple and sucked so hard it made me cry in pain. “Ouch” I said as he pushed off my nipple. “Delicious! Now before you go, Priya leave me a souvenir will you?” John asked.
“what now” I asked annoyed. “Don’t be a bitch, I’m helping you, fool the authorities. Leave me your panties, your wearing a skirt won’t be hard to take off” he said causally. I rolled my eyes, the disgusting old man expecting me to do that. I gave him a defiant stare, reaching into my bag and pulling out an old pair of panties I had saved for lazy days at home. As I handed them over, I saw the greed glint in his eyes.
“No no, I want the ones you have on now and don’t you dare put on the spare ones, in fact leave them here too” he said. I pursed my lips, a knot of anger tugging at my gut. I never thought a situation would arise where I would have to make such a humiliating decision. Yet, here I was, caving in to his demands.
“John, please-” I started but was interrupted by his low chuckle. “You came to me, remember? And you agreed to my terms. If you want my help, you’ll have to play by my rules.” He said with finality.
Fed up with the ordeal, I decided to cut my losses.
I reluctantly stood up, turned around, and started to undo my skirt. The sound of the zipper echoed in the stillness of the room, followed by the soft whispering of fabric falling to the ground. I hesitated for a brief moment before stepping out of my skirt, taking a deep breath as I did so. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin as I did so. With a heavy heart and a fierce determination to get this done with, I reached down, slid my thong off and carefully laid it over his outstretched hand.
“Jesus! You Indian like a full bush” he said staring at my pube covered pussy. “I didn’t know I was gonna be showing it to someone, I have a laser appointment for next week” I said not knowing why I was explaining the state of my vagina to this man. “No no! No shave, I grew up in a time when a woman carried a bush with pride. No shaving your pubes until I ask you too” he said commanding. “Understood, Mr. John” I said submissively.
He gestured towards the door, “Now, leave this place and let's forget this little incident occurred”. I scurried out of his office, unable to shake off the feeling of violation that had taken hold of me.
I stood outside for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, when Jaya found me. I couldn't tell her what had transpired. She just looked at me with concern in her eyes, noticing the tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes.
"What happened, Priya?" she asked. "Did you talk to John?"
I nodded, trying to hold back my tears, and tried to force out a small smile.
"Yeah, I talked to him, and he's agreed to help." I muttered.
Jaya looked at me with a critical eye, as if she could sense that there was more to the story. Her brows furrowed, and I could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to decipher if I was telling her the whole truth.
Priya looking humiliated. Hair up in a ponytail and big fat lips pouting.
I looked away and gathered my long tresses to tie them into a high bun and get some time. Eventually, I told her he was willing to marry me himself but what he expected in return. I did not go into the gruesome details, but just told her he wanted some physical intimacy. She raised her brow at me, concern and sadness reflecting in her eyes. I appreciated that she did not push for more information, nor did she judge me.
The entire situation had twisted my mind into knots, and I was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, ranging from rage and shame to an odd sense of helplessness. No matter how much I tried to normalize it, I could not help but feel like a prostitute.
The next day John and I had to go meet the lawyer who assist in lodging the application. A text from John came late at night. I want you be in a tight black skirt, shortest one you can find and corset top making those tits pop, I love your hair but I don’t want them covering your tits, so in a ponytail and make sure those lips are red. It said.
then my phone buzzed again. P.S: no bra or panties please 🙏🏽. I stared at the text message on my phone for a moment, only vaguely aware of my own breathing. My knees felt weak, my head swirling with questions and doubts running rampant through my mind. I honestly couldn't believe where this was leading me, but I had no other choice.
B: Are you serious?!
P: It's part of the deal
B: But Pri, you don't have to do this!
P: Yes, I have to, or I lose everything.
The next morning, I got ready to John’s expectations. I wore a tight black skirt that barely reached my mid-thighs and a corset top that squeezed my tiny waist, making my breasts look fuller. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and applied bright red lipstick on my lips. I looked at myself in the mirror, hating the person I had become, but knowing that I had no choice but to go through with it.
As I stepped out of my apartment building, I saw John smoking a cigarette by his car.
The morning air was crisp, still heavy with the chill of the night. I could feel goosebumps prickling along my arms as I walked towards him, his eyes trailing over my body lasciviously. He looked me up and down, eyes greedy and glinting with excitement. As I neared him, I couldn't help but feel violated by his gaze.
"You look delicious, Priya," he said as he looked me over. “Gimme a hug and a kiss like a good fiance” he said arms wide.
I cringed but did as requested. He smelled like cheap whisky and his body was thin and a bit too soft. I couldn’t help but gag when he leaned in to kiss me, but he seemed pleased as he gave me a lecherous look and turned to the car, signalling me to get in.
The lawyer’s office was in a high-rise building with a sleek, modern exterior. The interior echoed the same design, with glass walls and a minimalist style. The lawyer was a middle-aged man with thinning hair and glasses.
The receptionist gave me a strange look, considering I was dressed like a Hooker and with a man almost 3 times my age. John made it a point to grab me around the waist and give my petite arse a pinch as we moved closer to the lawyers office.
Mike Pearson looked at the old Man who brought in what looked like a Columbia hooker he wanted to sponsor. He was surprised to realise the skinny bombshell was Indian. Her looks looked cheap but alluring. He got down to the big questions.
“ Alright guys immigration wants to know how you guys met and decided to be together” said Mike pointing at John who responded with an evil smirk.
“Priya and I work together, I was her boss. But don’t worry there was no coercion” he chuckled. I was just strange at him making up our love story which he seemed to be enjoying throughly.
“Ok how did things begin” asked Mike.
“You see Mike, Priya here was working on a project with me late one night, and what I can I say it was a hot night and loosened by tie and undid a few buttons of my shirt, little did I know this Indian minx had the hots for me, she started flirting with me asking why a white man like me wasn’t married at 65 when we were eating dinner and then I happened to spill some chicken soup on my pants. Priya here then took the opportunity to clean it off my crotch that’s when I felt her hands grope my penis area. I was taken back but Priya my baby wouldn’t take no for an answer, she told me she was a gerontophilia an attraction to old wrinkled men” he stopped abruptly to look at the blank expression on priyas face.
“Please continue Mr. John” said Mike.
John, took a deep breath and continued his narration, “As I was saying, she told me she was a gerontophile. I was taken aback at first, but her honesty made me curious. Next thing i knew she was tying her long waist length hair in a high pony much like today and slowly she descended to her knees. Before I knew it she was undoing my pants. Now I am a man, and she is well would stop her with those lip fillers from sucking your cock, Mike?” He asked and continued Turning to me, am I missing anything dear? You had just had those lips plumped too, hadn’t you? He asked pulling me closer.
I groped him awkwardly, my face red with embarrassment but I nodded in agreement. He smirked, seeming to find my discomfort fun. He went on, "I must admit, I found it odd at first, but Priya here showed initiative and passion that no woman my age had since my wife passed away twenty years ago. I couldn't resist her young charms, and before I knew it, we were locked in an embrace, forgetting the world around us.
“Priya, can you tell us your side of the same story, how you felt?” Asked Mike.
I hesitated for a moment, gathering my thoughts. I knew I had to maintain the façade we were building, but I dreaded the thought of having to tell a lie. Reliving the sickening encounter with John, even in a sanitized version, would be harrowing.
“Well,” I began hesitantly. “It was late, I was tired after spending hours on the project, and we were both hungry.
That’s when he started to open up about himself, and we found some common ground over our mutual love for traveling and adventure. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and it almost felt like we had known each other for ages. But then things began to get a little uncomfortable, I suppose you could say. One thing led to another and he began to hit on me, and I was caught off guard. I was just being friendly, after all. I never expected him to take things in that direction. But in that moment of awkwardness and vulnerability, when I could have said no, I chose to stay silent.
“Tell me about that moment when you decided to throw caution to the wind and grab your boss by the ….” He trailed off looking at Priya. His eyes glittered hungrily, and Priya felt a shiver run down her spine. She forced herself to meet his gaze steadily as she recounted the story.
“Before I knew it, John was smelling my hair, his hands wandered up my neck and he suddenly pulled me close and kissed me. It was unexpected and it took me by surprise. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't push him away. It was like my body was on autopilot, reacting without my mind taking control.
“And then .. and then I don’t know, I was reaching for a spring roll and instead I” John interrupted completing my sentence for me. “Instead she grabbed her old boss spring roll” he chuckled. He let out a chuckle, his sauciness was off-putting but I had to keep up the charade.
Mike peered at the two, taking in the bizarre tale they were weaving. He gave a brief nod before continuing with his question.
“‘Ms Priya, why get on your knees, and I mean you hadnt even kissed him at this stage, am I right!” Probed the lawyer.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much more I could stomach of this farce. But I knew I had no choice but to play along.
“I’m not proud of what I did, but I was young and dumb, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him rejecting me, I thought a … blowjob was more convincing than a kiss. After all, I guess on some level I saved up and paid for these lips, cuz I wanted to show him what my lips could do to his dick” I said almost not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
John leaned back in his chair and let out a throaty laugh, as if he found the entire situation amusing. “Ah, youth! It does strange things to us all.
“Very well, tell me more said Mike. How did you feel breaking the rules and the first time his private’s were in your mouth” asked the lawyer. I shot a look at John who smiled and egged me on. “Tell him my baby” he said. I frowned at John’s insistence, but reluctantly turned back to Mike and continued with my story.
“That moment was the definition of awkward, Mike. I mean, I had never done anything like that before. My mouth felt dry, my hands were shaking, and I could feel the weight of his gaze upon me. But I swallowed the lump in my throat, and just… did it.
I could only imagine the look on Mike’s face, the thought of two strangers discussing such intimate details about their supposed relationship was surreal.
“The next question, I know it’s intimate is how it ended where did Mr John finish” asked Mike pressing on.
“She swallowed of course, in fact the crazy girl even cleaned me up ballsack and everythin. Didn’t you hun” said John clearly enjoying this.
I was uncomfortable, but trying to keep my composure as John elaborated on our “intimate” encounter.
Mike looked like he was expecting me to say something. I nodded “as an Indian woman it’s our culture to treat our men like god, it’s only my duty to clean his genitals with my mouth, it’s actually an honour in our culture” I finished. John laughed loudly and smacked me on the back, enjoying his little joke. Mike looked bewildered but quickly regained his composure and continued with the questions.
“How did you decide to enter into a relationship despite the age difference?” Mike asked, looking back and forth between John and me.
“Well, it wasn’t exactly love at first sight, as I said, we were just colleagues. But as we spent more time together, we realized that we had more in common than we thought.
“Yes she’s right, but more than anything I had to give in to her ductile ways, the way she sucks cock! Hmmmm” he trailed off leaving me and the lawyer in shock. The room fell silent as my cheeks burned with embarrassment and I looked down at the floor, wishing it would swallow me whole. I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and spoke,
"I...I don't know” I said fidgeting with my long ponytail. “As I said I’ve always had an attraction to men by grandfathers age, and I’m helpless when I see an old man’s penis, I have this crazy urge to simply suck it. And his penis ( I caressed John’s cock which to my horror was fully erect) it’s specially very attractive” I awkwardly finished.
“go on tell him the other stuff about the taste” 👅 urged John.
“Yes, John’s …. Cum tastes so good I can’t help but want to get on my knees and suck his big cock all day” I said finally giving in.
I couldn't believe I had said such things out loud. It was pitiful, but it was what I believed.
The silence in the room was deafening as Mike stared at me in disbelief. I looked away embarrassedly, as if the ground beneath me could swallow me whole in this moment. John smirked, amused by my vulnerability.
"I'd say it's a done deal, Mike. Priya here is legally mine now" he said with a lewd grin spreading across his face.
“Well there is a lot to do, my questions were only a start, the govt will ask even more probing details and will require evidence in the forms or photos and videos” said the lawyer. John’s eyes glinted at the idea of evidence and proof. He had always been one to document his encounters, a habit he had carried forward from his youth. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his camera roll.
“I think we can work that can’t we baby” said John pulling me in for a kiss. I grudgingly accepted and let him slip his tongue in my mouth with the Mike watching my gently licked his lips and moustache ending the kiss with a fake smile.
We both left with John holding my hand as we got into the elevator. We were alone and John’s hand was on my arse over my short skirt in 1 second. I let him caress my arse all the way to the bottom. After which he walked by my side his hand still on my arse.
I could see the young guard checking out my long slender legs and then frowning as he saw who he may have assumed was my father or grandfather caressing my arse. As we got in the car and started driving nobody spoke for 10 mins then as John was stopped at a traffic light I saw the old man fidgeting. I did not dare look, but then I was horrified as saw him pull his dick out, it was semi hard already.
“it’s a long ride my Indian bitch, how about you have some sausage for breakfast and over rice and curry today” he chuckled and winked. I wanted to vomit, but I knew better than to resist. He had me in his grasp and I was dancing on his strings like a puppet. I was scared and disgusted but in that moment, my survival instincts kicked in. If playing along meant I could keep my dreams alive, then so be it.
I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was just past 8:30 in the morning. I sighed and shifted in my seat, my short skirt riding up to reveal more of my thighs.
John's hand found its way back to my bare arse, rubbing it slowly as he drove. I felt embarrassed and a little grossed out, but the thought of being sent back to India was more terrifying.
"John, can we please just focus on getting this done?" I asked, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.
He chuckled and shook his head, "Patience, my dear. We have all the time in the world."
I rolled my eyes, grossed out by his casual tone. I knew he was enjoying this, enjoying the power he had over me.
I made sure my ponytail was tight and moved the tail off my shoulder to my back and lowered my head just as he kicked into high gear on the freeway. His little dick was staring at me from a bush of pubic hair I grabbed it, stroked it. “Spit on it bitch” said John. “Hawk thua” I spat on his cock and stoked it to its far erect self.
“come on baby, give daddy a suckie suckie” he said. I said nothing lowered my fat lips on the tip. “Ohhhhh fuck! Those big fat lips are made for sucking cock. Ahhh..” he moaned as he drove as I laid in his lap sucking cock. I could feel the car swerving wildly and I tried to pull away but he stopped me.
“I paid for it baby, this is part of the deal now. Don’t stop till I say so."
His words sent a chill down my spine, but I knew I had no choice but to oblige. I closed my eyes and continued with the act, feeling utterly disgusted but also numb with despair.
My head kept bobbing up and down his fat cock, my long pony bobbing, my arse in the air in my tiny skirt with no panties on. Any truck driver on either side would see me either sucking cock or my vagina clearly feeling the air from my skirt riding up.
I no longer cared, just wanted to get this over with. The smell of diesel and rubber enveloped me, as I sucked his old man dick and looked up at him, feeling numb inside.
The morning sun had risen by now, illuminating the highway with its bright golden light. I tried to think of anything else but the task at hand. I imagined myself back home, in my small studio apartment in Brisbane, surrounded by my books, the peace and quiet.
John's moans grew louder, more urgent as I felt his thrusting become more erratic.
As he got off the freeway and stopped at his first traffic light 15 mins later, I was still sucking. I felt his hand grab my ponytail. He controlled my rhythm and used my ponytail to bob my head up and down his cock at a rapid pace.
“Gluck Gluck Gluck” is the only sound I could make. His cock was touching my tonsils, his pubes in my nose and chin and just then without warning he came. “Ohhhhhhhh farrrrkk!” He said as he did deposit what felt like a mls of sperm in my mouth. He held me there so I had no choice but to catch it all in my mouth and then without warning with his other hand he pinched my nose shut with his dick down my throat. I gagged and gasped around his cock my eyes wide, I knew the only way to breath was to swallow his cum and breathe from my mouth. He had won, I swallowed a mouth ful of his bitter old cum and he finally let me go with a satisfied smile on his face. As we drove to the next location, a court building where we had to sign papers for the engagement certificate, I stared blankly out the window, feeling violated and degraded. The morning sun illuminated the scenery outside and I couldn't help but wish that things were different. I tried to erase the memory of the last 30 minutes from my mind, but it felt as though it was forever seared onto my memory.
We finally arrived at the court building and John's lawyer was already there waiting for us.
“Hi John, you must be Priya” he said checking me out from head to toe. John had me touch up and make up and had me double up on the red of my lips making me truly look like he had me up from a street corner.
“this is my old college friend, priya. Give him a hug” said John.
I leaned in for a hug, and lawyer slid his hands and gave my ass a nice caress as he let go of me. “Hi I am Eric” he said.
I gave him a weak smile and quickly moved away from him. I couldn’t stand the thought of being touched by someone else who saw me as nothing more than an object. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.
We walked into the court building and were greeted by the sound of shuffling papers and hushed whispers. The air was thick with anticipation, and I felt a lump rise in my throat as we entered the courtroom. The judge, a stern-faced woman with silver hair, looked at us with a critical eye.
I shifted nervously, suddenly feeling out of place in my skimpy outfit. The judge's gaze lingered on me for a moment before moving on to the documents laid out before her.
John, on the other hand, looked cool and confident, a smug smile playing on his lips. I couldn't help but despise him in that moment, as he leaned back in his chair with an air of superiority.
The judge read through the documents, asking us questions about our relationship and our plans for the future.
All the while, John was oozing arrogance, answering the judge's questions with contempt as he stared at me, his eyes flickering with hunger. I felt like a puppet on a string, helplessly proceeding with this sham play of a relationship.
As the interrogation came to an end, the judge gazed upon us one last time before standing up and declaring our new "engagement" official. I couldn't believe it, we were still just planning to get fake documents in the name of helping someone else, and yet here we were almost marriage ready.
“Now Ms. Priya and Mr. John you have confirmed that you will marry soon and therefore can lodge a spouse visa based on the condition the wedding happens within 90 days. Mr John has indicated that his wife to be is …. (She hesitated) has mild nyphomania - where there are times when she quote ‘must get on her knees and orally pleasure a man’ penis’ well, unfortunately Ms Priya you will need to find a way to control your sex crazed mind, for the purposes of the visa you can only be orally servicing this man your husband” said the judge. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was bad enough having to sleep with one man, now I have to orally pleasure him too – and here in this courthouse a judge had given me clear instructions to not engage with any other man in any sexual activity til I’m married?
John smirked at me knowingly in front of his lawyer Eric, who had been eyeing me since we arrived. I looked away, feeling their eyes on me, feeling helpless and trapped. The idea of being owned by one man, feeling his cum in my mouth, how degrading.
Finally the day was over. I could not wait to be home and with Jaya where I felt safe. “Priya - Eric and I have been friends for a long time, when this business began I contacted him to cover me legally, when he found out about this all, he ummm asked for some assistance in keeping it hush hush” said John pointing at Eric.
The lawyer walked up to me with a smile on his face and grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his crotch. “I was hoping I could that those big lips around my cock too” he said.
I gritted my teeth, struggling to hold back a retort. Instead, I fixed Eric with a cold, calculating stare, knowing that he probably wouldn't remember me come morning, but the look of surprise on his face would be the first flicker of funding for my Art Commission.
Before I could respond, John cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to him.
“Eric knew I was struggling, so he offered to help Priya get her visa,” he explained with a smug gamine. I felt like throwing up.
“Hand job” I said. “What?” Asked Eric. “I am ok to be your wife and do everything you expect from your wife, but I am not a whore to sleep with every man you know. I can only give you a handjob Eric” I said defiantly. I saw John raise an eyebrow, but to my surprise, he didn’t argue with me. Eric, on the other hand, let out a low chuckle.
“Well, I never thought I’d be turned down by a pretty girl like you.” He said, still holding my hand in place against his crotch.
“Eric, let go of Priya’s hand.” John said in a low voice.
Eric let out a disappointed sigh and released my hand, giving me a conspiratorial wink.
“ok baby, why don’t you go to his car and give him a hand job” said John pointing me in the direction of the lawyers SUV. I looked over at Eric, making eye contact with him before I made my move towards his car. As I walked over, he opened the door and beckoned me inside. Before I knew it, I was in the passenger seat, my hands gripping the steering wheel as his hands worked their way under my skirt. I squirmed in my seat, trying to avoid his groping hands. "Let's not do this," I muttered, leaning away from him.
But he wouldn't let me go. He then opened his pants to reveal a 7 inch member. Half erect. I looked him in the eye and pulled out ponytail tight again. Looked down and spat on his cock and began to stroke it. His hands were all over my tits in the corset kneading and squeezing away. I kept stroking him hard and spat on the tip as his cock shone with my saliva and my slender hands stroking its length. He groaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling back as I took him deep into my grip. It was just after 10 in the morning, but I couldn't care less about time. I was focused on this task.
Eric grunted with pleasure, his hips bucking against the driver's seat. He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair, yanking on the roots and pulling my head closer to his groin. I gasped with the sudden pain, but I kept going. I had to keep going, no matter what.
I could hear him grunting with every stroke, the air getting thicker between us. He preferred to watch, he said, and so I turned to face him, a mere foot separating us in the small confines of the SUV. I had to swallow hard, the sight of him arousing me more than I cared to admit. I tried to stare past him, out the windshield, but I couldn't tear my gaze away.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice gruff. I complied, starting to feel familiar with the arrangement.
I stared him in his eyes as stroked his big hard cock, he stared back his hand still holding my ponytail. Just as he was about to explode he grabbed my hair and pushed my face right in front of the tip of his cock and it squirted fresh hot cum straight into my eyes, nose and my lips. I closed my eyes just as two more spurts landed right between my lips. The smell of semen and the feel of it, sticky and warm, invaded my senses.
Eric, sighed heavily, his hold on my hair loosened as I pulled away from him. I looked up and saw a smug look on his face, knowing he used me like a sex toy. I quickly wiped his cum from my eyes, using the back of my hand. I felt used and disgusted, but I reminded myself that this was all a part of the plan.
"Thank you, Priya.
“You’re welcome, Eric. I think my fiance is waiting for me I said; the taste of his sperm still fresh in my mouth. And I made my way to John’s car.
“given you the day off today, cuz it’s our engagement” said John and drove me home. I got in the taste of multiple men’s cum in my mouth and in my belly, dried cum all over my lips and dressed like whore on Saturday night, I was now engaged to an Aussie ! And my visa might come through after all.