Chapter 3: Rising Action
Priya sat nervously in the sterile waiting room of the immigration office, twisting her hands in her lap. She was dressed in the outfit John had picked out for her, feeling exposed and vulnerable without any underwear on. John sat next to her, a sly smirk on his face as he ran his hand up and down her thigh.
"Relax, darling," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and stale. "We're going to have some fun in there."
Priya shot him a withering look, but said nothing. I was already conscious of how my nipples stood straight up from the thin linen top and the fact that the security guy had lingered his metal detector close to my nipples for several seconds as she smiled at my “husband”.
Announcement:
Mrs Priya and Mr John!
They both their way into a meeting room and were joined by an immigration officer of Indian descent Aman.
“I am Aman Cheema, I am going to interview you to determine the genuineness of your relationship” said the officer.
Priya in sheer white spaghetti top, hair down and straight, big lips with fillers, aroused
John gave my leg a squeeze and winked at me. My heart was racing. I couldn’t believe I had to go through this. I looked at John, desperation in my eyes, but he just smiled and nodded at Aman.
“Why don’t you start by telling us a little bit about how you met?” Aman said, looking at me with a professional smile.
I took a deep breath and started telling the story of how John and I met at work, how we fell in love over his love of Indian culture.
“how did theove spark” asked Aman. That provoked John to give him the same story he had to our lawyer about the blowjob in the office. Then he went on a tangent I didn’t expect.
“so lemme tell you, I’ve always wanted a wife that would serve me as a man and her husband and white women just don’t know how! They are ruined by Feminism! This one ripe Indian woman, meets all my expectations” said John pulling me in for a sloppy kiss.
“unmm that’s great! Care to explain further” said Aman.
“Well you see, I don’t like to tell everyone this but my beloved is a sex addict, she needs cock morning afternoon and evening and as a 65 year old man, what more can I ask for from a 24 year old wife” said John gleefully. “Um John, I don’t think that’s what Aman is asking, please control yourself” I whispered to him, my face flushed with embarrassment.
Aman raised an eyebrow and looked at John quizzically. “Is this true, Mrs. Priya?” he asked me, making me even more uncomfortable.
John smirked and gave my leg a squeeze, his hand inching up towards my inner thigh. I shifted in my seat, feeling the wetness seep into my linen pants as my husband’s hand got closer and closer to my pussy.
“Ummm.. Aman. I.. yes, I do enjoy sex. I mean my husband isn’t lying, I love to make love to him” I said placing a had on John’s winkled face with a fake smile.
“I can barely keep up, this morning I woke up with my lovely Priya sucking my cock, at 65 it’s not even easy being hard first thing in the morning but she insists of eating my sausage for breakfast every morning” he laughed.
Aman’s eyes darted to me and I hoped he didn’t notice the flush creeping up my cheeks. A flashback of the previous night fluttered through my mind and I felt twice as embarrassed. “It’s true, I did enjoy sucking my husband penis this morning, he worked very hard for me and I wish to serve him well. I like eating ‘his sausage for breakfast’ every morning” I said begrudgingly.
“So tell me more about your sex mania. Do you only crave your husband or would any cock do when you are affected by it?” Aman asked enthused. I gulped and looked at John, who was now boldly rubbing my pussy through my linen pants. I bit my lip as the pleasure coursed through me, betraying my body’s desires.
” Aman, of course, only John can truly satisfy me. I am not a slut that will just spread her legs for anyone.” I said, trying to hide the arousal in my voice.
John sneered at me and continued to rub my pussy harder and faster. ” Oh no? Yet you want to service me all day long, day and night.
“Yes, my husband can stop talking about it, but I honestly wish he would” I said awkwardly. “But yes, I do want to service him day and night. In fact I plan on going to bed with his blessed cock in my mouth tonight. That ways I can feel it close even in my sleep” i added hoping it will be over soon. Seeing my agitated condition, Aman cleared his throat. “I’ll leave you two alone for now. I’ll catch up with both of you soon” he said and left the room. Priya sighed in relief. I managed to get out of the uncomfortable sitting position as John moved his hand away.
I looked at him with a defeated gaze, my body and mind tired from the grueling interrogation. “John, we have to stop doing this. What we are doing is wrong, and it is not the way to prove any genuine love for each other.
“That’s true my dear. I agree just saying these things would make him suspicious, I suggest we show him, what would convince him about you loving cock more than leaving us along for a bit and coming back to you sucking my cock” He said smiling as if coming up with a great plan.
“Come on now, he’s gonna be back soon, let’s show him everything we said was true” he said.
I was so broken at this point I just thought we get through this interview and visa is lodged I can breathe a sigh of relief. I grabbed my waist length raven locks at the nape of my neck with one hand and lowered my mouth on his older dick. It was so familiar to me now that I automatically starters bobbing my head up and down his old being wrinkly shaft hoping Aman would come in quickly.
in about 2 mins, the door opened and I heard Aman give an unexpected gasp.
“Oh dear! Mr and Mrs John? Please, this is an immigration office” he said.
“I told you officer this woman is cocksucking addict” said John blaming me. “I am so sorry Aman, when I urges take over, I can only be satiated with my husbands cock! For those moments, I am just hungry for male cock!” I said trying to sound convincing. Aman cleared his throat, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Uh, I see. Well, I think we can wrap this up for now. I’ll be in touch with further questions.” He quickly gathered his papers and left the room, leaving John and me alone once again.
“I will give you a few mins Mrs Priya, I understand that sucking a man’s penis is important to you and if making sure he ejaculates is too, I am not gonna be the one to stop you. Kindly finish and then leave” he said but instead of walking out he went and sat in his chair. “By all means, Mrs. Priya, please finish” he said. “Yes dear please pleaded John.
He was sitting on the edge of the couch, his dick hard and begging for attention. I looked up at him and hesitated. The taste of John's semen and urine still lingered on my tongue, and my teeth hurt from all the cucumber and penises I had to take that day. I needed time to recover before I could do this again.
But I knew this was the only way to get my visa. And maybe I was starting to enjoy it, the power this man had over me, the humiliation, it was all so thrilling.
“Thanks Aman” I said as I once again grabbed my hair at he nape of my descended on the old cock. I was truly becoming pro at this, I got on my knees adjusted myself in a sitting position I was accustomed to and sucked a old white cock that was now more familiar to my mouth that fast food. I bobbed my head up and down, simultaneously making choking sounds as I deepthroated his aging cock. I loved the feeling of his ball sac hanging low resting on my forehead, giving me a clear view of how much juice I was extracting from him. His tone escalated as he enjoyed this sadistic act of dominance, and I choked and gagged louder on his aging cock.
I could Aman watching intently as an Indian girl was degrading herself for her love of cock.
His eyes were glued to my mouth, the way it stretched and wrapped around John’s dick. I was wet, my pussy was throbbing, and I could feel my wetness leaking into my linen pants. I moaned, letting out little sounds of pleasure. I could feel John’s cock swell in my mouth, my gag reflexes kicked in as his shaft thickened. He ejaculated, and I gagged as I swallowed his seed. I had to take deep breaths as I caught my bearings.
With a streak of fresh old white man sperm on my face I ascended from my husbands cock and looked at Aman, his pants tented by now. He was standing with a stiff dick, his hand held out to conceal it but it was useless.
“You are one lucky man, Mr John. And Mrs John, your skills at sucking cock are exceptional” he said as we walked out of his office. .
I knew that this was not over yet, but for now I was relieved. As soon as we got back to John’s apartment, he started to undress me. He lifted me onto the counter, spreading my legs wide open. I watched as he pulled out his thick, wrinkled cock, already wet from the suspense and excitement of the interview.
“Do you want it baby?” he asked, grinning at me.
I swallowed hard, wanting to deny it but instead I nodded my head. I heard myself whisper “yes” as I felt his cock push against my pussy lips.
I was already wet and ready for him. He slid inside of me easily, filling me up completely.
John grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him as he began to thrust in and out of me. His movements were slow at first, but they quickly became faster and harder. He pounded into me, our bodies slapping together with each thrust.
I moaned loudly, my head thrown back in ecstasy. I could feel every inch of him inside of me, filling me up completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
“Ahh .. ahhh … ahhh … ssss .. ahh ahh ahh” I sighed like a pornstar my pussy servicing the old pervert. “I’m getting close” he said. I don’t know what got into me, I pushed him away jumped off the kitchen counter and got on my knees. I bunched up my tresses over my head and lead John’s hand to it. “Hold it there” I said handing him my bun. As he grabbed my hair, I went down and licked his entire wrinkly shaft, sending goosebumps up the old man’s back. And then while looking up at him I took alll of him in my mouth until his cock hit the dangly thing at the back of my throat and just as he began to ejaculate. I never broke eye contact as my fat lips sucked every bit of the cum left in the old man’s body. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste and feeling of victory in my mouth. I released his cock, and gently licked the tip one last time, savoring the remnants of his aging sperm.
I stood up and looked at John, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. He pulled me in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, reminding me that his semen still lingered there. I kissed him back, feeling the disgust and shame wash over me. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but I knew I had no choice.
“You’re doing so well my naked whore, now cook me dinner so I have some energy to fuck you again, also make pasta- white sauce” he commanded. I got to work on dinner, feeling a mix of emotions as I cooked for him. I was angry at myself for being put in this situation, but a part of me couldn’t deny the excitement that came with serving him in this way. I cooked the pasta and made the sauce, feeling his eyes on me as I moved around the kitchen.
Once the food was made I got into a thin sheet nightie and sat to eat, he had asked to prep the sauce separately for me and him, so I placed the fresh pasta on the table and two bowls of white sauce next to them.
“your gonna love this darling” he said before whipping out his cock and pissing in my wine glass and filling his with white wine. He then grabbed by right tit and started jacking off, it was only a few mins of his stroking that fat dick I had gotten so familiar with until he shot all his white hot load into my pasta sauce. Once he had put in each drop he sat down and put a bib on, raised his glass of wine and shoved his piss filled glass in my hands and said “cheers” with a sinister smile spread across his face. I was repulsed and disgusted but I knew swallowing him down again was the only way he would show leniency in approving the visa. I sipped his piss from my glass and said “Cheers”
“I then poured the pasta sauce I had cooked that had just been mixed with John’s fresh cum on my pasta as ate the first bite. I could taste the delicious pasta sauce and the crusty sperm of the old man, also a taste I was familiar with, after a few bites I rather enjoyed the meal and the acidic urine was actually a good wash down for the pasta.
John and I went into the bedroom, I was exhausted and ready for bed, when John mentioned as he got naked and on all fours his arse in the air. “Lick my arsehole, until I fall asleep” he said casually.
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looked at him, shocked and disgusted. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But I knew I had no choice. I had to do whatever he asked if I wanted to stay in Australia.
So I crawled over to him and began to lick his arsehole. It was disgusting and degrading, but I did it anyway. I licked and probed, doing everything he asked of me.
I could feel his body relax as he moaned in pleasure. I could see the tension leave his body as he let go of all his worries and stress.
Just as I was starting to enjoy the feelng of serving a man as a woman. “PRrrrrrr” he farted right into my mouth. I wanted to gag but I held it in, wiping my lips discreetly as I continued to lick and tease his hole. He moaned louder now, his body writhing as he enjoyed my ministrations. I felt a surge of disgust but I pushed it down, focusing on the task at hand. I dug my tongue in deeper, tonguing his hole. He moaned loudly, his body tensing up as he came closer and closer to climax. And about PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The fart last 15 sec and my tongue was deep in his arsehole, I felt the wind go down my throat into my lungs. I felt nauseous but I couldn't stop, I had to finish. I dug my tongue deeper, feeling the rough texture of his hole against it.
"Ahhhh... Fuck yes... Keep going, my Indian slut!" John moaned, his body shaking with pleasure.
My mouth was stretched wide open as I continued to lick and suck on his arsehole. I felt his body tensed and release as his orgasm hit him, his semen spilling onto my side of the bed. After he was done, I had to lay down next to him in his semen and fall asleep.
I was exhausted from the day's events and needed rest to keep up with his sexual demands. I laid there, trying to fall asleep as he caressed my hair and whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
But I couldn't shake off the disgust and shame that was building up. I was angry at myself for letting him manipulate me in this way, for allowing him to use my body for his own pleasure. But at the same time, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction from serving him, from fulfilling his desires.