Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next morning when I woke up, Jaya had left for work but she had made me some coffee which I warmed up. I had taken time off work as the lawyer had asked me to until the visa was sorted out. I also had to move into John’s house today, I had told my parents I was traveling for work so wouldn’t be able to call them everyday.
John text me bright and early. “Come to work my dear. Everyone wants to wish us luck now that we are getting married. And look nice will ya! Put on a sundress, no underwear - you know the rule. Hair up and make sure the cleavage is on display”
the text read. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping in as I prepared for the day ahead.
As I entered the office, I was greeted by a chorus of congratulations and well wishes from my colleagues. John stood like a proud peacock, with his hand wrapped around me possessively. I could feel his grip tighten every time a male colleague came by to wish us well.
“Good morning, Mr. John!” my co-worker, Sarah, said as she walked into the office.
John’s hand rested on my waist, possessively. I could feel his grip tightening every time a male colleague came by to wish us well.
John looked at me with a wicked grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “How about we retire to my office for a private celebration, darling?”
I nodded, feeling powerless to resist him. My heart raced as we made our way to his office, his hand gripping mine tightly. He locked the door behind us and turned to me, his eyes burning with lust.
As we got in, I expected him to jump me! But instead he went straight to work. I thought I was in luck I could just sit around all way playing wife. Just then he goes “Dear, I’m gonna be doing this for a while; can you get under my desk?” He said casually as if asking me for a cuppa. I paused for a moment, my heart pounding violently in my chest. But then I shook my head and set my resolve, taking a deep breath before I replied, "Sure, I can do that."
I shook my head and set my resolve, my mind filled with dread as I recalled the rules set by John. No underwear, the whole lack of underwear thing was something that made me uncomfortable but I resigned myself to it, knowing that this was part of the package deal.
As I walked over to him, he got up and stood out of the way, I then got under his oak desk, on my knees facing him so that when he sat my face was in crotch. He got in the chair a few seconds later and started looking at the media buying plan. He adjusted his chair and placed his foot on the wheeled base of his chair, now he was looking down on me.
"Pull down my zipper, darling," he said, without looking away from his reports. I hesitated a bit before I reached up and pulled down his zipper. His cock sprung out, already semi-hard, and he readjusted his chair further up, so that his cock was just above my face.
“Now dear I have a bit of work to do and I need to not be distracted, not too much at least. So just pop your husbands cock into your mouth now and keep it there, no sucking, just move your tongue around every few seconds. I have an hours worth of paperwork so sit tight baby” he said gleefully.
I felt a shudder run down my spine as his cock twitched in anticipation.
Determined to please him and move things along, I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around his cock and taking it deep into my mouth. I struggled to fit the whole thing, but I knew better than to disobey him, so I pushed myself further. My teeth grazed against the thin skin of his shaft, causing him to let out a low groan. I swirled my tongue around his cock, tasting the slight hint of pre-cum in the tip.
“Good girl. Now don’t let those teeth scrape me, you don’t want to hurt your husband. And don’t move. Also without moving say I love your cock John” he said. I looked up at him dumbfounded but what could I do. With his fat old cock stretching my mouth my fat lips around his shaft I tried my best to say “hmm mooooo hm hok hoon” I hummed around his fat cock. Fuck, I hated this man. Fucking hated him. But I had no choice. I had to play along, I had to keep my cool. After all, this was all a part of the plan.
John smacked me across the face, sending me stumbling back on my knees. "What did you say?" he snarled, his eyes dark with anger. I quickly realized I had spoken too loudly. With a quiver in my voice, I apologized, "Khoobee maafi, Mastaab." I whispered.
“Don’t do anything with it, just keep it in your mouth. Those fat lip fillers make for a nice bed for my cock” he said. I spent the next 40 mins simply trying my best to be breathing around his cock as he continued to work normally apart from moaning and tapping me on a head like a dog saying “good girl”.
And then suddenly as his cock slowly started to reach full erection my eyes were watering but I was determined to keep him in and there was a knock on his office door and jaya came in to take a dictation. She couldn’t see me from the other side of the oak table. I couldn’t believe I was on the other side trapped with a 65 year olds cock lodged in my mouth for the last 40 mins. Not to mention the shame of having to stay under the desk like a dog even when I heard my bestie Jaya’s voice. I couldn’t back out now, I had to continue with this perverted plan.
“John where’s Priya? I was hoping to have lunch with her?” She asked. I looked up at John from his crotch. I felt like I was suffocating, his cock filling my mouth, my lips stretched around his fat girth. Despite the disgust I felt, my body betrayed me, my pussy was wet between my legs. I was infuriated by my body's betrayal but I forced myself to ignore it, focusing instead on the task at hand.
“Oh she’s in the bathroom, she will may not be able to have lunch. She had a sausage this morning, said it was too big for her” chuckled John. I could hear Jaya titter nervously on the other side of the door. I gritted my teeth, feeling the bitter taste of bile rise in the back of my throat. From the very beginning, I had promised myself I would never let myself succumb to this man, to his sick and twisted ways. But I was desperate, and he knew it. He was using it against me, manipulating me like a puppet on a string. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pulled my head away and spat out his cock with a loud plop. John looked at me with a mix of surprise and anger. I took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes.
“I won’t do this anymore. I’m not your whore,” I said, my voice shaking with anger.
John scoffed and adjusted himself, tucking his cock back into his pants. “You have no choice, Priya. But this is a great time for you to take a break though” he said casually. “I need to take a shit he said and walked away. I sat there in my sundress, watery eyes from my John’s old wrinkly cock in my mouth my lips looking even bigger than usual from all the cocksucking I had been doing. “Prrrr!! Prrrrr!!!! Prrrrr!!!!” Came the awful sound from the ‘dunny’ as Aussies called it others called it the toilet. God I loved living here. Swings the door open!
To my horror the 65 year old walked to me with his pants down straight from the toilet grabbed my ponytail and pushed me to my knees and I knew what was near so put his cock in my mouth willingly determined to finish him off, I sucked hard my cheeks sucked in my eyes on his pubes when suddenly he pulled me off with a pop!
“My wifey time to serve your husband like a true Indian village belle” he said lecherously laughing while I was on my knees being held by my ponytail, he turned around so that his arsehole was in my face and I realised this man hadn’t wiped! Oh my god!
“John us Indians use water to wash ourselves, I don’t even like this white people wiping culture” I said disgusted.
“oh white people are disgusting! But fooling our immigration to live in our country’s so you don’t have to go back to your shithole is fair! Lick my arsehole clean like a good Indian wife who listens to her god, her husband” he snarled. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My heart raced as I realized the predicament I was in. I was trapped, both literally and figuratively, in this man’s world. He was holding all the cards and he knew it. I had no choice but to comply with his demands if I wanted to stay in this country that I had come to call my own.
With a resigned sigh, I leaned forward, sticking my tongue out and making contact with his dirty, disgusting arsehole. The taste of his shit invaded my senses, causing me to gag involuntarily.
“You’d better do this right or else you’re sleeping on the couch tonight” he laughed. I looked at him, like really! Please let this be true. “Or looking at that expression, do it right and I will let you sleep on the couch tonight” he laughed. I ground my teeth, attempting to ignore the disgust welling in my stomach. With that, I resolved to complete the task as quickly as possible so as to distance myself from his repulsive form. I closed my eyes, focusing on nothing but the task at hand. I licked and scraped the surface of his arsehole, applying just enough pressure to make it seem as though I was truly cleaning him. But in reality, I was mentally preparing myself for the fate that lay ahead.
After what felt like an eternity, John finally gasped and grunted, pulling my head away from his arsehole.
He then replaced it with his cock which was harder than ever with me rimming him, it took him a total 5 strokes before the taste of his shit in my mouth was mixed with the taste of his sperm. In pure fashion, he kept it in my mouth till the old man softened and I mean till it went back in its shell and then while his cock was in mouth just as he was to let me go, he would pinch my nose to make sure I swallowed, which I had to in order to breathe. I couldn’t move with the old man grip on my ponytail, also why he liked my hair up!
“ok my dear, go home and cook me some dinner, I’ll be home by 7. I expect a blow job on arrival while I sip my tea and watch the evening bulletin. Also, don’t wear anything apart from heels and hoop earrings, lastly those fat lips make sure they’re red” he concluded. I rolled my eyes but didn't argue as I knew it was pointless. I stood up from my seat and gathered my things. As I walked towards the door, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, a stranger with dull eyes and a lifeless gaze. I wasn't sure how long I could keep playing this game, but for now, I had no choice.
Once home, I quickly washed and cooked him some butter chicken curry and Naan (bread) exactly as he had instructed. At 6:30 I was struggling to find my hoop earrings, which I did just in time to quickly strip off all my clothes and find my heels. I was as instructed and uncomfortable as ever waiting for 65 year old man wearing nothing but heels, earring and hair spray and I realised. “Oh snap’ I forgot the lipgloss, as I heard the door open i ran (as fast as a woman can in 4 inch stilettos) to put on lipgloss as I was finishing up he appeared behind me and smacked my svelte arse hard!
‘No hair down village girl, you know the rule’” he said, with a cruel smile.
Reluctantly, I tied my hair up in a bun and poured some whiskey in two glasses. We clinked them together, and he took a small sip. He licked the remaining drops from his lips, and his eyes seemed to grow darker.
“Are you ready for round two, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation. I wanted to leave, but I needed his help with my visa.
“Put the news on and get on your knees. And don’t make a sound, just have it your mouth and start sucking when they start the weather forecast, I want to have rained in your mouth by the time the hot weather girl finishes shows me her arse on TV” he insisted. I gritted my teeth, the disgust welling in my stomach yet again. But I knew, I had no choice. Turning on the television, I waited for the weather girl to appear. And when she did, I opened my mouth and began to serve the old rich man, his cock sliding wet and smooth against my tongue as I sucked and bobbed my head, my lips encased around his shaft as he grunted and groaned in pleasure. And for a moment, I felt powerless.
But as the minutes ticked by, I found myself becoming lost in the sensation.
The feel of John's thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth became a comfort, an escape from the darkness that surrounded me. The taste of John's cock was unlike any other, earthy and salty, unlike the artificial flavors of cheaper men. I found myself wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, gripping him tightly as I bobbed my head back and forth. The roughness of his cock against my tongue sent shock waves of pleasure through my body.
and then SMACK! John slapped my face with his cock inside my mouth. Then he took it out and slapped me with his erection. “You stupid village whore, you can’t even make a man cum when he asks you too, the weather girl is gone!” He then grabbed my bun and dragged me to the bath room and pulled my hair so I was looking up at him with my mouth open in agony from him gripping my bun.
“you better me thirsty” he said menacingly as he held his now semi hard cock and pointed in my mouth. “Every drop must be consumed or no visa” he said. I nodded with my mouth open as yellow, acidic liquid from his old wrinkly fell straight into my mouth onto my tongue. It was happening so fast all I remembered was his instructions so I drank like a thirsty cheerleader. Here I was 24 naked with hoop earring and heels (barely on at this point) drinking urine out of a 65 year olds cock. Well; guess I liked it better than drinking milk outta my family’s cow.
I was wondering how much water he had drank when the shower turned into squirts and he pushed it in my mouth again, I knew what was expected so I sucked the last bits of piss out of his cock. He seemed satisfied with my punishment and we proceeded to go watch the international news, me still in hoops, heels and lipgloss which was now pretty smeared. I sat on the sofa, my knees tucked to the side. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but I couldn't let him see any weakness in me. I looked up at him, and he gave me a wicked grin.
"Lie down, I want to see your body." I hesitated for a moment before reluctantly complying. As I lay back, he started to slowly take off his trousers and shirt. His body was thin and sallow, the skin hanging loosely on his bones. He was far from the attractive man he was pretending to be.
His dick was shriveled and wrinkly, just like the rest of his body. But he had this power over me, and he knew it.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, as he climbed on top of me. I complied, too afraid to disobey. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable pain. He pushed inside me with one swift movement, causing me to gasp in shock and discomfort.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted as he started to thrust into me.
It was excruciating, but I managed to keep still, my eyes watering with each movement he made. I could feel him getting deeper with each pass, tearing me apart bit by bit. "Bitch, you love this, don't you?" he rasped in my ear. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears, and saw the triumphant smirk on his face. I desperation became clear to him, using it to fuel his domination over me. "Yes, Master, I love it. Please, keep going," I choked out.
“Tell me you want me” grunted the old man his wrinkly nipple a cm away from my face. “I want you Master John, fill me up with your cock” I said starting to feel my pussy give into the invasion of his wrinkly fat cock.
I was a 24 year old girl and in heat. And if this was only cock I had avaiabe to me, then my body was gonna enjoy it the best I could. In an uncharacteristic move, I leaned forward and licked his chest hair on his skinny - wrinkly - boney chest and kissed his nipple. "I want you, John," I whispered, my voice hoarse from all the oral sex I had given him. I don't know where that desire came from but it was there. I guess my primal instinct wanted to be satisfied.
With that, he pushed himself deeper into me, his groans increasing in frequency as he grew more aroused. He ground his hips harder and faster, and my body began to respond, the pain slowly turning into something else entirely.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
His thrusts became harder, more urgent as he took in my words. I was shocked at the admission, but a fire had been lit within me, emboldening my words and actions.
"Yes, John; I like it," I panted, meeting his thrust for thrust.
A grin spread across his face at my words, his eyes gleaming with approval. He leaned down towards me, pressing his shriveled chest to mine, tweaking my nipple between his fingers.
I arched into his touch, whimpering softly. My body was betraying me once again. How could I feel pleasure from this man's touch when just moments ago, he had forced me to drink his piss and watched as he took a shit in front of me?
But my betrayal was nothing compared to his as he grabbed my hair, slamming my head back against the pillow. "Yeah, that's right, take it like a good fucking girl" he snarled.
“Fuck me ! Fuck me ! Yeah … yeah .. Hey Ram !” I called out to the Indian gods. “Yes whore! Take it like a bitch in heat that you are! … you like getting fucked don’t you to filthy dirty shiteating piss drinking cum slut” he roared digging into me deeper with his old penis.
The orgasm was building in both of us. “Hey Ram …. Jai shree Ram !” I screamed as my pussy convulsed around his fat old cock. With one final thrust, John buried himself deep inside me before he let out a guttural groan, his hot cum filling me up to the brim.
I lay there, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.
John pulled out of me, a satisfied smile on his face. "Good girl," he said, patting me on the head. I looked up at him with a mixture of disgust and resentment, but then forced a smile.
“Now I need to take a piss” he said crashing on the couch. “Ok, go for it” I said. “Your husband is too old to get to the bathroom after having given you a dicking down like that. Be a good village wife and get on your knees. I was disgusted and by the look on my face he judged that and said “you don’t have to swallow if you don’t want just run to the toilet and spit it out and come back for another load” he said instructing me. That’s when I realised this is what he liked best, I was his own personal fountain to be used and disposed. I hesitated for a moment then made sure my bun was tight enough and got between his legs and put his flaccid cock in my mouth. He began to piss, having done it once before I was experienced I help the piss until my mouth ballooned up tapping his upper leg making him stop them I walked back and spat it in the toilet bowl. Then ran back and got my knees for the rest, he gave me an another mouthful which o deposited into the toilet and got back to suck the last bit of piss out of his cock before he got ready for dinner.
I was allowed to eat but not wear anything. Thank god for internal heating. It was awkward just sitting there with my pussy and tits out, on day I’d eaten this man’s piss, cum and shit. He was eating my butter chicken and loving it. He showed his appreciation by squeezing my left tit to the point I cried out and telling me so. "This is the best butter chicken I've ever tasted, darling" he said, his voice muffled by a mouthful of food. I half-heartedly smiled, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my tender breast.
As he finished the last morsel, my mind was going over the things that had happened and the things he had said and done. I was confused and frustrated. I had come to this country with dreams to build a life here, but here I was, serving a disgusting old man and having his urine and semen in me.
“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked. “I am not hungry” I answered. “Rubbish get here on your knees now, if your not gonna eat, then daddy has to feed you” he said. What choice did I have making sure my bun won’t come lose I got on my knees by his feet, the nasty old man brought out his wrinkly cock again. He poured some butter chicken sauce on it. “Go on puppy, lick it like a good dog” he said.
“I’ll eat off the plate! It’s ok!” I said. “too late for that sweetheart” he said menacingly.
“Open wide doggy, go on and get ready to swallow.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was on my knees at the dining table, in front of my boss, ready to eat butter chicken sauce off his disgusting flaccid cock. I couldn’t bear the thought, but I had no choice. I wanted to fight back, to push him away and run, but I knew he would ruin my chances of staying in the country. I couldn’t let that happen.
My desperation to stay in Australia was at war with my dignity. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, bringing my head closer to his cock. I licked the sauce off, not moving my tongue any more than needed, wishing to get it over with as soon as possible.
But he wasn't satisfied with that. "Use your lips, darling, don't be shy." He grasped the back of my head and pushed my face into his crotch, making me encase his flaccid cock in the warmth of my mouth once more.
More sauce from my butter chicken was poured on from the base of the cock, which I quickly lapped up, truth was I was hungry. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I looked up at John through hazy, teary eyes, pleading silently for this to be over. My desperation was evident, but it brought no sympathy from the cruel man. Instead, he grabbed my bun and forced his wet cock to go deeper inside my mouth.
"Suck it like the good little bitch you are," he demanded, thrusting my head back and forth on his cock. I wanted to retch but couldn't. I was paralyzed, trapped both physically and emotionally.
As I kept bobbing my head eating sauce of his growing old cock, he got out of my mouth with pop! “You need to eat meat too, my wife can’t be ruining her figure. I looked up from my knees as he got up and tuned around bent over and stuffed pieces of tandoori chicken in to his arse. “Stick your tongue out my whore” he said.
I hesitated but obeyed, flinching as I felt the rough meat against my tongue. I had no idea that he would be so dominant and demanding, but I was determined to go through with it, no matter how degrading and humiliating it was.
“Now come here and stick your tongue in my arsehole” he demanded.
I hesitated again, but the look in his eye made me do as I was told, I moved closer to him and gently pressed my tongue in his hole and ate the chicken out of his old arsehole. "That's it, clean me out" he moaned.
I was on all fours, my face wet with chicken juices from his Arsehole. I felt like a dog, but I couldn't stop now. He reached down and inserted a finger in my pussy, "You're still wet for me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice husky with lust.
I nodded silently, too ashamed to speak. He pulled his finger out and smeared my wetness all over his wrinkled old cock.
“I’m tired though, let’s try something else shall we?” And saying that he went into the kitchen. When he came out, he had a fat cucumber in his hand. “My dear bend over the chair put your head in the seat of the chair and with your hands reach back and spread your pussy open for me” he said causally. I followed his instructions, feeling a mix of embarrassment and fear, but also a strange sense of excitement that I couldn't explain. I lowered my head and bent over the chair, placing my hands on the seat wide enough to spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my pussy to him. The cool leather of the seat on my forehead invigorated me momentarily, but quickly, the reality of what was happening set in.
I was bent over, ass in the air, my face nestled into the chair, presenting myself like a piece of meat to this old, wrinkled man. My heart raced and palms began to sweat as I felt his weight shift next to me.
"Now listen here, you naughty little thing," John said, his voice low and dripping with sinister intent. "You disobeyed me earlier, so we're going to have to punish you, alright?"
I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice to respond. And then slowly I felt the cucumber enter my vagina, slow at start but then with one swift motion he lodged it completely into me.
“Hey Rammmmm” I cried out to the Hindu gods. This man was pushing me to the edge; the cucumber filled me to the brim and I could feel my pussy contracting around it. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to find some relief from the intrusion, but the old man was relentless.
“Isn’t ophelia loving this my boy?” the man jeered, referring to the cucumber which was named after the woman who drowned herself after being raped, I recognized the symbolism and it enraged me but I couldn’t show it.
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the humiliation I was feeling.
And then, with a swift motion, he pulled it out, leaving my pussy empty and sore. "You want to come, don't you, you horndog?" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
I kept silent, but my pussy clenched around the empty space where the cucumber had been, longing for more.
“Lay back on that chair and hump yourself with the cucumber until you cum” he ordered. “No John please, I beg you, have mercy” I pleaded. But my words fell on deaf ears as he thrust the cucumber back into my pussy, this time he held it deep inside of me while I gasped for breath.
“Wait, there’s more” he said with a wicked grin, stepping back to reveal another cucumber - even bigger than the last. The sight of it made me want to vomit, but I knew I had no choice. I had to do as he said if I wanted any chance of staying in Australia.
So, I closed my eyes, and accepted the second cucumber into my already stretched and sore pussy, each inch replacing the void created by the first one. I gritted my teeth, biting down on the leather seat of the chair to keep from crying out at the feeling of fullness.
John watched me with a smug expression, lounging back in the couch, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He stroked the cucumbers, moving them gently within me, teasing me to the edge of orgasm, but never quite allowing me to reach it.
“Say it ! Beg for it” came the command. I was horny, humiliated and tired. “I am a whore a Randi as we say in Hindi, I want to get fucked by cock and even vegetables. Hey Ram!!!!! .. ahhh… ahhh … I want to cum on this cucumber, please fuck me with this cucumber” I wailed and he did until exploded over the cucumber. I could feel my pussy juices mixed with his cum making a slimy mess of it. I wanted to scream, but the cucumber was still inside me and I couldn’t move.
John finally pulled the now sticky and used cucumber out of me and to my horror started chopping it into slices. As I regained my composure after a monster orgasm my old husband laid the chopped cucumber that just fucked me in front of me. “Your dessert” he said. with a wicked grin. I was horrified when I realized what he was expecting me to do. My mouth still felt raw from all the semen and urine he had already forced me to consume and my heart ached from every new level of humiliation this man kept taking me to. But in my desperation to stay in Australia, I had no choice. The cucumber slices had turned soft and slimy from all the juices my pussy had released.
I picked one up with my fork, my stomach turning as I took a bite. It was a weird sensation, having just been filled with the cucumber and now eating it. But I didn’t have a choice. I ate my dessert, my eyes drawn to the wet spots on the cucumber, knowing that my own juices were mixed with his cum. I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the gag reflex.
"That's a good girl," John said with a wicked grin.
“Off to bed now my darling” he said and went into his bedroom. I followed him, took and shower and got in bed. Didn’t take me long to fall asleep. The next morning when I was awaken by a feeling of someone shoving something into my mouth. As I woke up as saw John trying to force his wrinkles dick into my mouth. “Take it baby” he pleaded. I was barely awake but simply opened my mouth and his flaccid now hardening old dick was in my unbrushed mouth.
Eyes half closed I started to suck, and soon he was forcing it all the way down my throat and by then my eyes were wide open. He sat on my sat and straddled me with his cock deep in my mouth. I sucked with reckless abandon, and hollowed my cheeks as I took him all in. “Ohh.. ohh.. ahhhhhhhhhh” with a guttural the old man filled my mouth with his cockjuice. I moaned in disgust as he pulled out, my mouth still full of his grossness. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom, tossing, “Clean up, whore.”
I followed his orders, spitting out his cum into the toilet and rinsing my mouth in the sink. I splashed some water on my face, feeling exhausted at the thought of getting through another day with this disgusting monster of a man. I glanced at myself in the mirror, not recognizing the person looking back at me.
“we have to go see immigration for an interview my dear. Wear what I picked out and let your hair down. I wanna show you off” he said from the bathroom. An outfit was picked out for me, it was a plain white top, linen and probably sheer in the sun and pair of loose line pants that would hug a woman’s body while still flowy. I wasn’t allowed to wear underwear, so there was no point in asking, I dressed up and let my hair down and straightened it for my old bastard.