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Ass WhoreWhen I started posting pictures of myself on the slut-wife site last year, I expected that I'd get email and maybe a few offers from men who wanted to meet up with us. I was right and we've made six trips since last November. Four across the country (New Delhi, Kolkata, and Chennai twice) and two to Bangalore. And that's not counting all the locals who've driven up to Mumbai to have get a piece of my ass.When that story hit the Internet, though, it was a whole new ball game. Questions stated coming in ten and twenty a day, sometimes more. It's a real turn on for me, let me tell you. I have read the emails sent to me while I rub my pussy, reading the mails and wonder which ones I'll reply to and which ones I'll ignore. Honestly, I don't plan to ignore any of you, you'll all hear back from me eventually. It's just that there isn't enough time and money for me to meet up with every one of you. So, I'm keeping track of the most interesting offers. Especially the ones who are willing to foot the bill for travel. Mostly weekend travel. I'm not rich and I only get four weeks of vacation a year.Let me get you up to date on myself. I wrote chapter one about a month ago (late Oct). Since then, I've kept a pretty normal schedule: I work Monday thru Friday then spend the weekend playing. Most week nights, I have a couple of the neighbours over. It's my way of keeping the peace.It all started at a card game back in Diwali. They were on the fourth or fifth round of beers and a couple of the guys started talking about their wives. Ramesh joked that his wife Seema asked about the cars she saw parked outside our house every night. I made some lame joke and laughed it off. I wanted to see how far they would go. A few hands later, Eshwar made a crack about how I didn't seem to want to hang out with other wives."Keeping my for yourself, eh, Rahul?" he asked my boyfriend, then took a drink from his Bud."No, Esh, actually it's just the opposite," He said.The other guys got quiet. Esh put down the drink and stared at him. "How's that?""I said, I'm not keeping my to myself," Rahul said calmly. He took a sip of his scotch. "I share her.""What the hell does that mean?" Ramesh growled."You know, share. Like when I let you use my car last week." Ramesh chuckled nervously. Rahul looked directly at him. "You like her? You know, my girlfriend?" He didn't say anything. "I mean, you know, her tits and ass?" Ramesh stammered and I could swear he bushed a little. "I mean, would you like to fuck my wife?" He paused for just a second. "Up the ass?"The men all sat frozen, staring at either me or their drinks or the floor. Calmly, Rahul reached into his jacket pocket and took out an envelope. He looked from Ed to Ramesh to Jagdish, watching their eyes as He opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of photographs and spread them across the green felt card table.I in lace bra and panties. I in leather hotpants and nothing else. Naked, tanned and oiled up. Me on my knees, ass high and pointed at the camera, my hands spreading my cheeks. Me on my knees between two men, smiling and holding their cocks in my hands, my face sprayed with their cum."Uh...Rahul...uh..." Esh stammered. Ramesh was the first to get his composure. "You're not just showing off, are you?" he asked, already knowing the answer."Nope. Not at all. Open invitation gentlemen. One at a time or all at once. You let me know." They started breathing again, fingering the photographs, turning them, poring over them. "So, we playing cards here or what?"That was the beginning of the weekly rotation. We made an evening of it. I would dress up and cook dinner for Rahul and whoever's turn it was to fuck me that night. I'd serve them silently, then clean the table and head dutifully to the bedroom.On Monday night, I tag-teamed Esh and Jagdish. They were both single and young and took turns fucking my ass for hours and hours. Sometimes, they'd start while I was still doing the dinner dishes and not finish until the middle of the Late show.Tuesday mornings were hard for me, I was exhausted and sore but, being an obedient wife, I knew my duties. Breakfast was always at seven and I was always scrubbed, made up, and in my simple, accessible uniform by then. Tuesday night was usually Ramesh and Vicky with their corsets, posture collar and whatever other gear they saw online and bought to try out on me. Vicky had graduated from the blowjobs he was paying for before and now paid an extra hundred rupees a pop to shoot his load into my ass. Ramesh, as always, seemed like he could stay hard forever.By the time I woke up on Wednesday mornings, I was walking bowlegged and still dripping. Sometimes Rahul got up early just to follow me around and watch me stagger through the house, hand against the wall to keep my balance. Ramesh's cock wrecked me and everyone knew it. I would have let him fuck me for free if he'd asked, but he always threw his five hundred rupees on the table when he came by and who was I to complain?Wednesday and Thursday nights were up for grabs, whichever of the neighbours wanted me could have me for free. Like I said, it was a way to keep the peace. The last thing I wanted was judgmental neighbours making trouble for us.If nobody signed up to fuck me, I'd hit one of the guys who responded to the websites or the story and pick up a little cash that way. My life was a non-stop marathon of ass-fucking. I never complained, mainly because I loved it too.A few weekends ago was a special treat. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I wanted to spend it in the park reading. Rahul put on a simple pair of khaki's and a light shirt, I wore a sinfully-short sundress with nothing underneath and sandals. The sandals had straps that laced up the leg and above the knee. They looked either incredibly sexy or ridiculous depending on your taste. He and I thought they made me look ridiculous, which was perfect. I stared out the day already terribly self-conscious and embarrassed.Rahul sat on a bench and made me güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri kneel on the ground beside him, ass on my heels, hands on my knees. Rahul read for a while, looking up every now and then to smile at a person or a couple who walked by. Once or twice, He stroked my head while someone stared, puzzled and curious. I knew what they were thinking and so did Rahul. I flushed red. I knew the embarrassment made my pussy wet. He ran his hand over my chest, felt my stiff nipples and smiled. I wanted to touch myself, feel my wetness, make me cum right there in the park, but I had to be patient. Time for that later.At one point, I moved my head just slightly. Rahul looked around and saw what had caught my eye. Four college-aged k**s were paying lawn frisbee. All four were shirtless and wearing white shorts, their bodies tanned and sweaty, muscles rippling under smooth skin. I tried not to let on but it was too late. He'd seen my interest.Rahul stood up. "Hey!"The one nearest me looked over. He held up his hand to his friends and they waved back, throwing the disc among the three of them now."Yeah, hi," he said, walking closer. I eyed him up. About 6'1, very athletic with short hair and classic good looks. Rahul held out my hand."Rahul.""Dominick, nice to meet you," he said, shaking Rahul?s hand with a strong, firm grip. Still shaking, he tilted my head toward me. "My wife wants to fuck you," Rahul said. Dominick stopped, his hand still firmly gripping mine but his arm frozen in place."I'm sorry, what?" he asked, a little dazed.Rahul motioned towards me. "She's been watching you play and it seems to have turned her on. Isn't that right dear?" I stood up and walked over to them. My face was flushed but my eyes were eager. Rahul let go of Dominick's hand and ran a finger quickly over his belly. It came away dripping with his sweat. He held it up and I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his, and sucked my finger clean."F..uuuuck," he muttered."You interested?" Rahul asked."Uh, hell yeah," he said. A big grin broke across his face. "I'll go get my clothes.""No," Rahul said. Rahul looked around. There was a public bathroom up the hill, behind a grove of trees. He nodded toward it. "Take her up there." He stared at Rahul with disbelief. "Have her do anything you want, but if you fuck her, you have to fuck her up the ass. Is that all right?" He nodded without speaking. Rahul looked at his watch. "You've got fifteen minutes."Dominick took my hand and led me up toward the building. It was a typical park bathroom - concrete with three stalls and four urinals. Rahul stood guard at the door while Dominick took me inside. "Stay where I can see you," Rahul said.Dominick stood there for a second looking at me."Go ahead. Anything you want. The rougher the better."Dominick smiled, then grabbed me by the hair and pulled hard. "You're going to clean my shithole, then I'm going to fuck your ass until you can't walk." He pushed me to my knees and turned around, slid his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, then grabbed my hair and ground my face between his ass cheeks."Get to work, bitch," he growled. Rahul watched as I brought my hands up and opened his ass cheeks then started licking all the way from his balls to the small of his back and back again. When he was soaking wet, I opened him wider and started lightly rimming his asshole with the tip of my tongue. His cock got stiff and he moaned. I reached up with one hand and started stroking him. He ground his ass back into my face. I could hear myself slurping and gasping for breath. One of my skills was the ability to make my tongue thin and pointed and push it well over three inches up into a man?s asshole. I was fucking him up the ass with my tongue, the slow, wet noises echoing off the tile walls of the bathroom. Dominick was squatting, opening wider now, fucking backward against my tongue.After about five minutes, he turned around and shoved his cock deep into my mouth. I slurped and sucked until he was soaking wet and stiff."Get on your knees, bitch," he said finally. I turned around and knelt on the floor, instinctively pulling my dress up around my waist. Dominick roughly shoved his cock deep into my ass with one stroke, listening to my moan, then started pile-driving in and out, hard and fast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back hard. "Come on, bitch, you fucking pig, come on, whore, squeeze my cock with your ass," he kept talking as he fucked me harder and faster. I came once then again, my ass clenching on his cock, the smile on his face bigger and bigger each time I moaned. I watched his face and saw his eyes starting to drift off and knew he was about to cum. He jerked his cock out of my ass and spun me around, shoved it deep into my mouth and shot his load into my throat, some gushing out my mouth, some bubbling out my nose but most of it going straight into my belly. When his body stopped spasming, I pulled his cock out and started licking it, cleaning my ass off of his cock, his balls, and his pubes. I savored the taste and begged him to do it again. He smiled and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He turned me around and plunged even deeper into my ass than before. I moaned and pressed my face to the cool tiles while he reamed my asshole, opening me wider than ever before, fucking me deeper than I could remember. When he felt close again, he told me and I spun around myself this time, eager to clean my ass off his cock, eager to feel his cum in my mouth and on my tongue and down my throat.Rahul saw movement outside the bathroom and motioned for us to finish up. I slurped eagerly between his legs, cleaning every last bit of myself off of him, then got up and stumbled toward the door. I could barely walk, his cock had pounded me so deep and hard, I had to walk with my feet wide apart so I wouldn't lose my balance."I hope we'll see you again, Dominick," Rahul said, handing him a card. "Call anytime. Twenty five dollars and you can do that güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri any time you want to." Rahul smiled and patted his back, sweaty and flushed. "Tell your friends."I mentioned earlier that I kept a day job but I didn't really talk about it. I?ve had four different jobs since March. I don?t last long at them. I doubt I ever will. In fact, I'm positive. Figuring out humiliating ways to get myself fired is some of the most fun I've had.My last job was fast food.I'd show up a few minutes before ten o'clock, my uniform freshly washed and pressed, face made up and all smiles. I busted my ass till noon, took a mandatory ten minute break, then dazzled everyone with how easily I handled the lunch rush. I worked quickly and efficiently, was always pleasant to the customers and my co-workers loved me. At exactly two-thirty, I?d punch out, say goodbye to everyone, then head home to start on my dinner. I always showered and scrubbed before Rahul came home, to make sure I didn't smell like french fry grease and onions.I didn't start in for two full weeks. The store manager kept offering me more hours, asked me if I would help train the new k**s, put me up for Employee of the Month. I was pleasant and agreeable but told him that the hours weren't negotiable. I had obligations at home. They understood and said that the door was always open.When my third Monday rolled around, Rahul figured it was time for me to start my descent. Sunday night in bed, he explained his plan to me. I was so eager to get started that I stayed up all night, just so I would be a little dull and clearly exhausted.In the morning, I went into the basement and got my uniform. On Friday night, I'd wrapped it tightly between two towels and several pair of my dirty panties. I left it behind the water heater, letting the smells saturate the fabric. When I unrolled the towels my eyes watered, the whole room smelled of cunt. I brought the outfit upstairs and put it on, my hands trembling. I gagged from the stench but knew not to complain. I had put on my makeup extra-heavy and a pair of my three inch spike heels completed the costume.I wrapped myself in a smelly blanket from the garage and headed off to work, leaving myself two more hours to ripen before my shift started. I plugged in my big Hitachi vibrator and fucked myself non-stop until I left at nine-thirty.Dominick and three of his friends went by after the lunch rush and reported back to Rahul. I was at the counter but everyone stared. Nobody who worked there talked to me and by the time I got home that night, I was visibly agitated."Well?" Rahul asked, taking a cold beer from the fridge.I didn't say anything, just kept stirring the pot. "I was right wasn't I? Nobody said anything. They just stared and whispered." I nodded, my face red, my eyes watering.The doorbell rang. Deepti put the wooden spoon on a small plate and went to answer it. I listened while Esh and Jagdish came in and started right in on me."How's the hole?""Did it have a busy weekend? I hope it's not all stretched out like last week.""Yeah, you should do some ass exercises when you know you're going to have company after a busy weekend.""Drippy tonight? You know, lots of cum running down your legs?"They kept it up while they followed me into the kitchen. Rahul gave them a nod. I went back to the stove, took the lid off the pot and stirred the sauce. Rahul took another drink, watched me for a few minutes. Esh and Jagdish poured themselves glasses of ice water from the fridge."So, Deepti, did Dominick come by?"I nodded."Did he fuck you?"I shook my head."Maybe he's shy. Tomorrow when he comes by, ask him if he wants to fuck you. Ask him if him and his friends want to fuck you." I nodded, still stirring.When dinner time came, Esh and Jagdish heaped the pasta on their plates and had me make sure their wine glasses were always full. When I wasn't serving, they had me stand leaning against the wall, face forward, legs open wide. They'd pelt me with pieces of breadstick or croutons, watching them bounce off my ass and thighs. Each time they needed more wine, I poured it, then they had me kneel and eat the bits of food off the floor while they laughed and teased me.After dinner, they went right to work on my ass. They were excited, had been talking for two weeks about how they both wanted to fuck my ass at the same time and tonight was the night. Esh started out, flat on his back while I sucked him slick, then slid his cock deep into my ass. Then, I sucked Jagdish. His cock was thinner and longer, it made sense for him to go in second. I sucked him a long time, riding Esh slowly, hoping he'd cum and I could buy time for another week. I worked his balls with my fingers, rimmed Jagdish's cockhead, hoping he'd unload in my mouth.After about ten minutes, Jagdish grabbed my hair and pulled his cock out of my mouth. "We know what you're up to, whore." He slapped my face hard, leaned closer and smiled. "You were gonna make me cum in your mouth, weren't you?" He pulled my hair harder, my eyes watered. "How about Eshwar? You squeezing his cock with your asshole? Hmmm? You're a good little ass fucker, aren't you? A real pro. All ass all the time." He saw my eyes glaze, this was turning me on. "You really are a sick fucking bitch," he sneered, still holding my hair tight but now moving around behind me on the bed. "Open up," he said. I opened my knees further, tried to relax my ass as he pressed his cock against Ed's then against my asshole.I heard my start to moan "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." as Jagdish rubbed his cockhead between my ass cheeks. He froze in position, reached a hand between his legs, and gave a push. I screamed and shook my head wildly, "no, stop! Please!" Jagdish moved his hips slowly and I twisted and threw my head harder, "No, I can't, no, pleas...ARRRRRRHHHHHH!" My muscle must have relaxed because I watched Jagdish slide his cock all the way to the base in one long stroke. He moaned loud, then leaned forward toward güvenilir bahis şirketleri Ed. "Ready?"I shook my head, trembling, crying now, and I watched my body go tense and frozen as the two men's asses rocked, they pulled their cocks halfway out of my tight ass, then plunged in hard and deep. I went crazy then and fucked them back as hard as they were fucking me. I felt my body go stiff, then limp, then stiff again as I ground my cunt against Esh's crotch, trying to find an orgasm for myself. I started humping fast and hard now, muttering something that turned into "harder, you fucks, assholes, harder, come on, fuck me, fuck..AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR" as I came and clenched then came again. They fucked me like that for twenty minutes, both cocks pushing in and out in rhythm, my voice a constant moan of pleasure and pain, until Esh said he couldn't hold it anymore and the two of them shot their wads into my asshole.When they were done, Jagdish collapsed on the bed beside Esh and I immediately went to work, my head bobbing up and down between their legs, licking and sucking and slurping, cleaning them thoroughly, their cocks and balls, their bellies and thighs, my tongue working non-stop over their flesh and hairy crotches, my asshole gaping, my hand between my legs rubbing myself, trying to cum again.As soon as I finished cleaning both of them, I started begging them to do it again. Both of them, deeper, harder, faster. I licked and sucked at their cocks until they were both stiff and this time, I guided them both in with my hand, doing all the work this time while they lay there smiling and watching me sliding my wet ass up and down on their twin shafts. I came over and over, grunting and moaning like an a****l.The next day, Rahul took hundred rupees each from Dominick and his three friends and followed them to the restaurant where I was working the lunch shift. Rahul hung back, close enough to hear what was going on but far enough not to be part of it. There was a long line of people ordering and waiting and I was doing my best. The looks on their faces when they saw me and smelled me were devastating. Rahul hadn't let me sleep for the second night in a row and didn't let me wash up after fucking Esh and Jagdish. On top of that, my clothes had aged another day. I looked and smelled like a walking crotch. Several people cancelled their orders, some changed lines so someone else could wait on them, one man looked like he was going to throw up.Rahul watched my face through all of this. When I arrived, at eleven-thirty, I was still trying my best to keep up a smile and a light attitude. But by eleven-forty five I looked haggard and tired and was moving slowly. Just before break time came at noon, Dominick and his friends came in. She asked them what they wanted to order but Dominick just stood there staring."Isn't there something else you want to ask me?" he said, standing with his arms crossed and an intense look on his face. I was silent. He leaned forward and asked again, louder. "Mrs. Sinha, isn't there something you want to ask me?" I was nervous now. The shift manager came up behind me, made a foul face, and asked "Is everything all right?" I stammered quickly, "yes, yes, sir.""Well?" Dominick asked. The manager gave him a strange look, then looked back at me. He shook his head. "You can play games on your own time, Deepti." I started to say something but pressed my lips shut. "Why don't you take your break now?" the manager said. It wasn't a question.Deepti staggered out from behind the counter and went to Dominick's little group. They surrounded me and started walking toward the back hallway where the bathrooms and storage rooms were. Rahul got up and followed, watching the manager. His eyes were following us too.The five of us went into a supply room at the end of the hall and Rahul went back to the manager. "What's with her?" Rahul asked, sucking the straw in his drink. "I'm sorry, what?" the manager asked, professional all the way. "She asked me yesterday if I wanted to go back into the stock room with her." Rahul watched his face, a mixture of confusion and anger. "What are you running here?" That was enough. Rahul knew it would be, could tell by his attitude and the way he stood. He motioned for one of the others to watch the register then stormed through the restaurant and down the hall into the stock room where he found me on my knees, uniform bunched up around my waist, with one cock up my ass and another in my mouth. I looked up at him with panic but he didn't say anything. He just stood there and let Dominick and his friend finish fucking me, the shame and humiliation washing over me in waves. When they were finished, I stood up and pulled up my pants, pulled down and smoothed my uniform top."It looks like there are two more of them," the manager said. "You're not going to ignore the other two, are you?" I started sobbing, my face flushed red. "It looks like you like it up the ass, is that right?" he sneered. "I've heard about ass whores like you. And you come in here stinking the place up, probably having a good laugh at the rest of us, just trying to keep down a decent job. How much are they paying you to fuck you up the ass, you whore?" He was angry now, his face contorted and red, his voice loud. "Come on, fuck them! Go on!" He stormed closer, looming over me. "In fact, here, let's make it nicer." He started tearing at my clothes, pulled off my bra and panties, pushed me to the floor, straddled me backward and pulled my ass cheeks open. "Come on, either one of you, let's go, look at that tight little pink puckered thing there, wouldn't you like to shove your cock up there?" My face was buried in my clothes, I was sobbing out loud, my body shaking, while another of the men knelt behind me and rammed his cock deep into my ass. When he was done, the manager got up and pushed me over with his toe. I rolled onto my back, my legs falling open automatically. He was undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, then he was on me, tilting his hips so his cock went deep into my ass while he fucked me face to face, swearing at me the whole time and spitting in my face until he finally came then got off of me, shook the residual drops of cum onto my face and told us to be out of there in ten minutes or he'd call the police?.DS