Kavita's Training

My name is Kavita, and I am a young Asian Indian housewife living in California. People say I have a very sexy body. My husband, Sanjay, loves to show off my legs and shapely breasts to his friends and in public. I am deeply in love with my husband. Being a good Indian wife, I rarely dare to go against him. Sanjay knows my weakness for flattery and praise, and how much I yearn to please him, and sometimes uses it to his advantage.

We have only been married for a couple of years, and I have always been a devoted wife. Sanjay is a good husband, a good provider, and very generous with gifts, letting me buy the clothes and jewelry I want. In return, I sometimes indulge him by doing things that turn him on. When we aren’t around conservative friends, he’d encourage me to wear revealing clothes that showed off my young, petite body as much as possible, sometimes even pushing things a bit too far.

Sanjay told me to buy short skirts, see-through blouses, push-up bras, skimpy panties, and other sexy lingerie. When I wore skirts and dresses, he would suggest I wear a tiny string bikini or thong panties. That way, if anyone peeked under my skirt, they’d get an eyeful. He also wanted me to keep my pussy shaved at all times. I know this sounds strict, but I loved him, and as his wife, I trusted his judgment in what I wore and how I behaved in public.

On our last vacation, we visited Las Vegas and stayed in a fancy hotel/casino on the Strip. Sanjay’s colleague from work, Nick, was also in Las Vegas at the time. They planned the vacation together so they could gamble at the casinos. Sanjay and Nick work at the same company and often hang out together, playing golf and going out for drinks after work. Nick was staying in the same hotel and on the same floor as us.

Nick is a white guy originally from New York; he is about ten years older than Sanjay. Nick often visited our house, but I didn’t like him much because he always seemed very cocky and full of himself. He’d often give me lecherous looks. Whenever he came to our house, he’d always hug me longer than necessary and boldly move his hands way down my back, like he was trying to grab my butt. He also swore a lot and used really crude language. I think he is a bad influence on Sanjay.

Sanjay seemed to think Nick was a great guy, however. Many times when Nick had dinner with us, Sanjay encouraged me to wear an Indian blouse-saree set because Nick said he liked to see me in a saree. I usually wore a thin, tight Indian blouse that made the curves of my breasts clearly visible. All my blouses were cut low in the back and front, so my back was bare and my deep cleavage showed in front.

Sanjay liked me to wear my saree low, resting below my slender waist and navel. Also, I usually wear a push-up bra to enhance my cleavage, making it more noticeable. When serving drinks to Nick, I often had to lean forward, causing my saree to slip off my shoulder, revealing a clear view of my cleavage.

I complained to Sanjay and told him about the looks he gave me when I wore sexy clothes in front of Nick, but he never listened. He always replied that I should just take it as a compliment and be grateful.

He’d say, “Nick’s just being friendly, Kavita. You’re overreacting. Anyway, what’s the harm if he enjoys looking at your hot, sexy body?” I’m a sucker for flattery, so I usually got excited hearing this from my husband, so I never seriously objected to Nick’s lusting for my body. Also, I have to admit that Nick was kind of good-looking, tall with a good athletic build, so it was sort of flattering to know that he liked my looks. Despite my reservations, a strange, undeniable curiosity stirred within me when he was around.

Anyway, here we were in Vegas, and Sanjay called Nick and told him to meet us at the Blackjack tables after dinner. Sanjay told me to wear a saree because he wanted me to stand out in the casino crowd. So I wore a vibrant green saree with a matching sleeveless blouse. The blouse was so deeply cut and tight that my prominent breasts thrust out, my cleavage enhanced by the push-up bra I had on. I carefully covered it with my saree, but I was acutely aware of the tiny hooks on the front of the blouse straining against the thin fabric.

I knew Sanjay liked me to tie my saree super low so that most of my midriff would be bare. He also told me to wear my 4-inch black stiletto heels. They weren’t very comfortable, but he said they made my ample, curvy bottom wiggle in a sexy way when I walked. It was a very warm day, so I didn’t wear any stockings, but just wore a pair of thong panties. I knew Nick would have fun looking me over, but heck, I was with my husband, so I didn’t care. I knew Sanjay got a kick out of seeing me dressed like this.

Nick came down at the same time as we did, and just like I thought, his blue eyes bulged when he saw my outfit. Lots of other guys at the casino were also giving me looks, but I did not care. Sanjay bought me a margarita, and he and Nick started playing. I was watching the game and sipping the drink. I have to admit that I had a weakness for margaritas; I couldn’t say no to them. Sanjay knew this, but he kept buying me more.

By 10 o’clock that night, I had finished my third margarita and was feeling very drunk. Also, all those margaritas were making me want to pee. I tried to go to the restroom, but when I tried to get up, I realized I was far too drunk to walk straight, especially with my heels on. I waited a bit longer until I couldn’t bear it anymore.

Finally, when Sanjay came over to talk to me, I whispered in his ear, “Honey, I need to pee.”

“Then go,” Sanjay said.

I said, “I’m too drunk, please take me to the restroom.” Sanjay was enjoying the game, so he got a little irritated. In my drunken state, I heard Sanjay say in a rather loud voice, “Kavita, I can’t leave now, I’m in the middle of a game here.”

Nick asked Sanjay, “What’s the matter, Sanjay?”

Sanjay said loudly, “She needs to pee, but I can’t leave the game now.” I felt so embarrassed that Nick and others at the table knew about my full bladder.

Nick said, “No problem. I can take her, if you’re okay with that?”

Sanjay said, “Of course, but she’s too drunk. I don’t think she can go to the ladies’ room by herself.”

Nick said, “No problem, she can use my room.”

Sanjay said, “Okay, just take care of her while I finish the game.”

The next thing I remember, Nick grabbed my arm and lifted me from my seat. As soon as I stood up, I realized I couldn’t walk straight and felt I might fall unless I held on to something. I must have grabbed Nick’s arm. I thought I saw a big smile on Nick’s face. As I told you, I didn’t like this guy much, but here I was, helpless. So I grabbed his arm and shoulder tightly to avoid falling. Nick’s arm circled my small waist, drawing my petite body flush against his much taller frame. For safety, I had to cling to him. I was a good Indian wife, and I would never cheat on my husband, so I was careful to avoid too much body contact.

As he guided me to the elevator, I distinctly remember his hand grabbing my butt. At the time, I didn’t see any harm in that. After all, the guy left his game for me, so I thought he deserved to have some fun. I remember Nick pressing the elevator button and then having to wait several minutes for the elevator. While we waited, I tried to take off my heels, but Nick firmly told me to keep them on. I think he was enjoying my discomfort. I had a feeling that until I went back to my husband, I’d be at his mercy. And I was correct. He was making me suffer longer on purpose.

I think I was having trouble just standing straight. The next thing I remember, I had my head buried in Nick’s chest and my eyes were closed. He hugged and held me tight, with every inch of my body touching his. He was massaging my back and occasionally my butt. My bladder was getting fuller, and I started to worry about peeing before we got to Nick’s room. I wrapped my hands around his waist for support, and my full breasts were pressed up against him. I could even feel his cock pressing hard against my stomach, above the folds of my saree.

I was very much in a drunken haze, so I’m not sure when the elevator door opened, because my head was buried in his chest. I can’t tell you if anyone saw us in that state or if anyone came out of the elevator, but I remember that we were alone in the elevator as the doors were closing.

As I was getting into the elevator, I tripped on my saree and almost fell, but Nick grabbed me roughly by my hands and pulled me back up. In my drunken state, my saree’s folds were coming undone, and I couldn’t put them back on. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nick made me stand by the side of the elevator so his hands were free. Then he pulled on my saree and started taking it off.

I was shocked, and I could hear myself softly mumble, “Nick, please don’t do this. Nick, why are you doing this? Nick, please, someone will come, I’m so ashamed.”

Nick said firmly, “Kavita, stop fussing. Off it comes. You need to pee, don’t you? I don’t want you ruining your nice saree.”

I had no resistance left. I begged him, “Nick, can you do it in your room? Please, I’m feeling shy. Don’t take my saree off here. Someone might come.”

Nick ignored my pleas. “Oh! Come on, Kavita, it’s late. No one’s going to come, trust me.” He raised both my hands above my head and pinned them firmly with one hand. With his other hand, he took off my saree completely until it was just a pile of cloth at my feet. Now, I was standing in the elevator in my thin blouse and matching green petticoat, which is the underskirt worn under the saree. He looked me up and down and grinned while still holding up my hands.

I was so ashamed to have this rotten guy take advantage of me, but there was nothing I could do. After all, he was my husband’s friend. Then he pulled on the thread holding my petticoat. Pretty soon, my petticoat was also on the floor, leaving me with just my thong panties. My panties were so tiny they must have left almost nothing to his imagination. I knew he was savoring the sight of my naked Indian body, my pubic mound clearly visible, and reveling in his power over me.

To my horror, the elevator door then opened, and two men got in. I think I shrieked. That just made things worse. I flung my nearly nude body at Nick, clung to him, and buried my face in his chest, asking him to please cover me so I wouldn’t have to face them. He did so gladly, his hands now on my mostly naked butt. The men were a couple of guys from the hotel security staff, and they asked Nick if everything was okay. Nick smoothly told them, “Everything’s fine, she just had a bit too much to drink and wet herself.” It was a lie, and I felt so embarrassed and exposed, with Nick’s hands still possessively on my bare brown bottom.

The guys must have assumed I was Nick’s girlfriend. One of them then asked me, “Ma’am, are you alright?” To add to my embarrassment, Nick made me turn around to face the guys and tell them I was okay. They seemed very amused by my situation. I promptly turned back and again buried my face in Nick’s chest. I was sure the men were staring at my bare buttocks, but Nick did nothing to cover me up. It felt like he was thrilled about showing off his Indian girlfriend to the other white men.

I hated having to stay pressed against Nick for the next few floors, while he was fondling my buttocks and showing me off. I could still feel his cock on my stomach, and it seemed to be getting bigger. All three men in the elevators were smiling and exchanging glances. I was feeling so humiliated that I decided to close my eyes, which relaxed me. I said to myself, “This is a bad dream; these men would disappear. If I don’t see them, they don’t see me.” Yet, the feeling of his hard cock pressing against my belly, combined with the multiple male gazes, created a strange, forbidden tension in me that made my loins tingle.

Finally, our floor came, and Nick escorted me out of the elevator, virtually lifting me because I was clinging to him so closely. We were in the hallway with rooms on both sides. The hall was empty, and nobody was in sight. Nick left me standing against the wall and then took his time folding my saree and petticoat neatly. It seemed to take forever, and I was so worried that some other hotel guests would see me in this state.

After he was done, he grabbed my arm and started to remove my tiny, sleeveless blouse. Faithful wife that I was, I protested, “Nick, please don’t do this.” He just ignored me, undoing all the hooks on my blouse, and then taking off my blouse completely. The thin fabric peeled away, revealing the full, round curves of my breasts enhanced by my black push-up bra. I gasped at the sudden exposure, and my nipples, already hard from a mixture of shame and excitement, strained against the lace.

He folded my blouse and kept it with my saree. I didn’t have pantyhose or stockings, and I felt so naked wearing just my lacy black bra, matching thong panties, and stiletto heels.

He then made me walk slowly past several rooms. I could hear people talking inside the rooms, and I was so afraid somebody would come out and see me.

We finally reached Nick’s room. Nick took his time opening the door. Finally, I was inside the room. In my drunken condition, I tried to console myself, “Okay, that’s it, he can’t do much now. He’s had his fun.” I rushed toward his bathroom because I wanted to pee so badly.

Nick stopped me, his grin widening. “Not so fast, Kavita,” he said in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with a wicked pleasure. “You’ve been holding that in for a while, haven’t you? You can wait a little longer. How many margaritas did you have anyway?”

I begged, “Nick, please, I have to pee so badly, can I go to the bathroom?” Nick grinned wickedly, “Yes, Kavita, you can. But first, take off your panties. I don’t want you to soil your nice panties.”

I pleaded, “Can I do it in the bathroom, please? I’m so shy!”

Nick would have none of it. “Oh, come on, you’re a big girl, don’t be shy, give me your panties.” I felt I had no choice but to obey him, which I did, my hands trembling. I bent over, pulling my tiny thong panties down, the lace clinging to my dampness. In the process, I almost fell, but thanks to Nick, who held me tightly, I was able to take off my panties without collapsing. I then handed him my panties reluctantly, feeling utterly exposed.

“Why not your bra too?” he suggested, his gaze lingering on my breasts. “I’m putting you to bed here anyway. You’re not going back to your husband tonight.” I hesitated, my body screaming for relief, but he made me unhook the snaps of my bra and give it to him. My breasts, heavy and sensitive, bounced freely as my last barrier of modesty was stripped away, leaving me completely naked.

I was now fully naked, except for my heels and jewelry, including my necklace, earrings, bracelets, and anklets. I also had a traditional gold chain around my small waist. I felt so exposed, especially with my pussy shaved cleanly. I again tried to go to the bathroom, but he made me wait several more minutes while he put away my underwear and placed them with my other clothes in his closet.

Finally, when I thought I couldn’t hold it anymore, Nick took me to the toilet and made me sit on the seat. I said, “You can leave now.”

Nick wasn’t going to leave. “I think I’ll stay; I’m not taking any chances in your state,” Nick said. “I told Sanjay I’d take care of you,” he added.

At the time, I didn’t care; I had to go, so I peed right in front of Nick. As I was peeing, Nick spread my knees apart to examine my hairless pussy closely and smiled. “My, my,” he murmured in a teasing voice, “You really had to go, didn’t you? Such a good girl to hold it all that time.” I had never felt so humiliated in my life.

When I was done, he took some toilet paper and wiped my pussy clean. He then took me to the bedroom and said, “I don’t think I’ll take you back to your husband now, Kavita. You can sleep in my bed.” He added, “I don’t have any pajamas, so just sleep naked.”

He then asked me, “Are you sure you stopped peeing? Your pussy still seems wet.”

I was so ashamed. I said, “No, I’m okay.”

He said, “Kavita, lie down on the bed and spread your legs. I want to make sure you’re dry. I don’t want you to wet my bed.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was just feeling dizzy. He eased me onto the bed. I closed my eyes and opened my legs. I never thought I’d be naked in front of Nick and allow him to look at my bare pussy. His intense gaze, I imagined, was devouring every inch of my intimate anatomy, and a deep, unfamiliar heat spread through my core.

By this time, I realized I was totally at his mercy. I don’t remember what Nick was doing to my pussy. I think he was massaging my clit and putting his fingers inside me. I think all that alcohol had made me a little horny. I must have been moaning a little in my drunken state. Nick knew I was now his to enjoy. I only remember feeling great, and my pussy getting wet, but then I don’t remember what happened. I think I drifted off into a dazed, satisfied sleep.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I was so glad to see Sanjay at my side. Since Nick’s hotel room was identical to ours, I thought I was in our room. I was so relieved and told him, “Oh, Sanjay, thank God you’re back. I’m so ashamed. That bastard Nick took off my clothes and humiliated me.” Little did I know Nick was sitting on the couch, hearing all this. I was shocked to see Sanjay suddenly become angry with me.

Sanjay said in a raised voice, “Kavita, what are you saying? Nick’s been nothing but nice! He left his game to get you to bed safely. It’s your fault you got drunk! You owe him an apology.” When I realized I had made a big mistake and angered both of them, I started crying, and tears streamed from my eyes, smudging my eyeliner and makeup.

I then realized I was naked with just a blanket covering me. I pleaded with Sanjay, “Please, can I get some clothes to cover up?”

Sanjay was still furious. “Kavita, stop your silliness right now and apologize to Nick. Just grab the blanket if you’re cold.” I had no alternative but to go over to Nick, who was grinning widely. I didn’t know what to say, so I wiped my tears and started to get up, wrapping myself in the blanket.

I was so mad at him that I wanted to hit him, but instead, I hugged him and said in a soft voice, “Nick, I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?”

He was really enjoying this. “Okay, Kavita, I’ll forgive you, but how are you going to make it up to me for what you just said?” I was confused. I looked at Sanjay because I had no idea what he meant.

Sanjay then said, “Nick’s right, Kavita, he was really helpful to you. Anyway, I want to go back to the tables for a bit. Why don’t you stay here with Nick and keep him company for a while? He was very kind, looking after you.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. The last thing I wanted was to be left alone with Nick again. But I didn’t want to upset Sanjay, so I agreed. Sanjay smiled, kissed me, and left. He winked at me as he was leaving and said, “Now be a good girl and make sure you’re nice to Nick, okay? He did you a favor.” I was so afraid to see him leave because I had no idea what Nick was going to do to me.

As soon as Sanjay left, Nick closed the door, grabbed me by the arm, and said, “You got such a smart mouth, don’t you? Well, let’s see what else you’ve got.” He had such a wicked grin on his face that I knew I was in trouble. He took away my blanket, which was the only thing covering me. He eyed me from head to toe, standing barefoot with not a stitch to cover me. He sure seemed to like what he saw.

He said, “Kavita, I want you to spread your legs wide apart.” I nervously did as I was told. He continued, “Very good, now bend over and touch the floor, and hold the position until I tell you, okay?”

“Oh my God,” I thought, “This is going to be worse than I thought.” But I was not in a position to argue, so I obeyed him. He walked around me, examining me from every angle. I knew he had a really obscene view of my pussy and my round butt, which I always felt was a bit too big for my frame, and I felt so self-conscious. He ran his hands assertively all over my butt and between my legs, feeling up every nook and cranny.

Although I was dying of shame, I had to admit his fingers felt pretty good when he rubbed my pussy and clit. I squirmed and struggled hard to stay in position while he poked his large fingers everywhere from behind me. He then stood up, rubbed his crotch on my butt, leaned over, grabbed my breasts, and played with them. He cupped them in each hand roughly and tweaked my perky nipples hard with his fingers. I always liked having my nipples played with, so I had to suppress a moan to make sure he didn’t think I was enjoying it.

Finally, he let me stand up straight. Then he faced me and said, “So, Kavita, you going to show some respect for your husband’s friends now, huh?” I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded softly. He switched on the TV and grabbed a beer from the mini-bar. He then sat on the couch, took off his shoes and socks, and started unbuttoning his jeans.

He grabbed his crotch obscenely and grinned at me, “Honey, why don’t you come over here and have a taste of this?” I was disgusted. He wanted to drink a beer and watch TV while I sucked his cock!. No way was I going to degrade myself this way. But then I remembered what Sanjay had told me before he left, and I wasn’t so sure. Nick got out of his jeans and then started taking off his briefs. I knew Nick was serious, so I didn’t want to anger him again.

Nick saw my hesitation and said, “Hey, baby, you don’t have to act so innocent. I know how much you like to suck cock.” I was mortified when I realized Sanjay must have told him that about me. It was true that ever since Sanjay taught me to give him a blowjob during our honeymoon, I had always enjoyed doing it for him. Whenever Sanjay wanted me to suck him, which was often, I always obliged him like a devoted wife.

Nick was showing signs of impatience. I figured I had no choice, so I knelt down in front of Nick. It was so humiliating to be on my knees naked in front of Nick, whom I detested so much. He had fully removed his briefs now, and although I was so mad at him, I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. I had never seen any other cock except my husband’s, so I was fascinated. It was so erect it looked like it was about to burst. It was so much longer and thicker than Sanjay’s, a revelation that both excited and terrified me. My full lips parted slightly in awe, not just at its immense size, but at the stark contrast of his white skin against its throbbing pink head, which felt intensely exotic, forbidden, and undeniably thrilling.

I also noticed that Nick had strong, muscular legs and a tight abdomen. I knew he lifted weights regularly, but his masculine presence still overwhelmed me.

Nick brought his cock towards my mouth and said, “Kavita, now be a good girl and open your mouth wide. I know you haven’t had a big one like this before.” It was so shameful, but I figured I was going to have to do this anyway, so I might as well do a good job. At least that way, he won’t be so angry with me. I held his big white cock with my left hand and took its head into my mouth. His cock was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around it, and it felt very heavy in my hands. I had to admit his cock felt nice and warm in my mouth. I managed to wrap my lips tightly around the head of his cock and started bobbing up and down, like Sanjay had taught me. The rich, manly scent of his skin and the powerful throbbing of his erection against my tongue and lips pulled me deeper into the forbidden act.

Nick sat back on the couch, sipped his beer, and started flipping channels on the TV without paying too much attention to me. He would look at me once in a while and seemed very pleased with what I was doing with my mouth. He would occasionally run his fingers over my hair and face and say encouraging but humiliating things like, “That’s my girl,” and “Oh baby, suck it hard.”

When I gave Sanjay blowjobs, he would usually come within a couple of minutes. But Nick didn’t seem to be in any hurry to come, so I had to work extra hard to stimulate him. I knew I was doing a good job, and he was really enjoying it. I was starting to like the feel of his cock throbbing in my mouth, but I tried not to appear too eager. Nick would make me stop every once in a while and tell me to lick the underside of his cock, to take his balls into my mouth, or to flick my tongue across the head of his cock. I was determined to please him, so I obliged willingly. I took his cock into my mouth as deeply as I could while also stroking him up and down with my left hand, and started caressing his balls with my other hand.

After about half an hour, my mouth and jaw were starting to get sore. I could feel his cock throbbing hard, and I knew he was about to come. Sanjay always liked me to take his cum in my mouth and swallow, and I figured Nick would probably like the same. Nick finally grunted loudly and started squirting his cum in large spurts into my mouth. I tried hard to keep my lips wrapped around his cock and swallowed hard so I wouldn’t have to taste his cum in my mouth for very long, but he came so much that some of it dripped down my chin, which was already smeared with my lipstick and foundation. Nick made me lick his cock clean, and I swallowed the last drop of cum from his cock.

He seemed very pleased with me and said, “Baby, that was awesome. I never believed Sanjay when he said how good you are at giving head.” I didn’t know whether to be flattered or ashamed, so I just smiled shyly.

I figured Nick finally got what he wanted, so I asked him sweetly if I could have my clothes back. He wasn’t going to be that easy. He said, “Kavita, you must be kidding if you think I’m not going to have a feel of that fine brown pussy of yours. I’ve been craving to bang you for ages.”

I couldn’t believe Nick was actually going to fuck me. I never thought Sanjay would let him do that to me, but it was also strangely exciting to hear he wanted me badly. He was slowly stroking his cock, which had gone soft, and was now getting hard again. He made me get down on all fours on the floor, spread my knees widely, and had me place my face on the floor until my butt was sticking up in the air. He knelt behind me and felt me up again and inserted a finger into my pussy, which was soaking wet.

I couldn’t believe I had gotten so wet. Usually, I’d get horny while blowing Sanjay, and my panties would be soaked. Since I wasn’t wearing anything now, my juices were starting to drip down my legs. I guess the effect of alcohol, along with the feel of Nick’s cock in my mouth, had made me quite horny. I was so ashamed Nick found out.

He said, “Boy, you’re leaking like a faucet. You’re one horny slut, aren’t you? I’m sure what you really need now is a good, hard pounding, and guess what, that’s what I’m going to give you, so get ready.”

I was so humiliated that he was talking to me like this. And that he was going to take me in this most humiliating position, like a cheap whore. He spread my knees even wider apart and thrust his big white cock into me steadily until it was all the way in. His cock felt so big inside me that I could feel my pussy getting stretched around it. It felt wonderful to have my pussy filled so completely, but I was determined not to let him know I was enjoying it.

“Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his voice thick with triumph. “I’m sure you like my cock in that tight Indian pussy, don’t you? You need this white cock to fill you up, you little slut!”

I was deeply ashamed but didn’t say a word. He started pounding into me with a steady rhythm. He grabbed my waist firmly and rocked my ass back against him as he thrust into me until we were rocking together in rhythm. He kept going, and I was getting breathless and started panting.

Every few minutes, he’d pause and spank my butt with the palm of his hand so hard that I’d cry out in pain. He’d yell, “You slut, this ought to teach you a lesson.” He continued pounding into me until I started to feel a familiar tingling in my loins and felt my orgasm building inside me.

Despite myself, I moaned loudly as I came. This raw, shattering climax, triggered by the relentless power of his dick deep inside me, was unlike anything I had experienced before with Sanjay. Nick kept up his rhythm, and he pounded into me hard even as I moaned loudly.

I still had some effects of the alcohol left in me, and I felt lightheaded. Nick seemed to have great stamina, and he kept going until he made me come one more time. Each time I moaned and screamed loudly, it only seemed to encourage him to fuck me harder. I had no strength left to rock back against him, and I collapsed on the floor. Nick then rolled me onto my back, held one of my legs up with his hand, and continued to fuck me vigorously.

Finally, when he was about to come, he pulled out of me and knelt over me to straddle my body, and kept stroking his cock just inches away from my face. In my ultimate humiliation, he finally ejaculated all over my face, even squirting his cum on my eyes, my straight black hair, and even on my ears. When he was done coming, I opened my mouth and licked him clean for the second time. This time, he inserted his cock deep into my mouth until I felt it back in my throat, and I started gagging. I could taste my own juices on his cock, and I cleaned him completely with my soft lips. The warm, salty cum, mixed with the musky scent of his body and the lingering taste of myself, was an intense reminder of my utter submission to his will.

He left me on the floor with my face covered with his cum. He had a satisfied look on his face, and I knew he enjoyed dominating me completely. I felt a delicious ache in my pussy that throbbed with the memory of his powerful thrusts. I knew I had never been so stretched before, and though exquisitely sore from his immense size, in a strange, undeniable way, it was deeply satisfying.

Nick put his clothes back on, finished his beer, and only then let me go to the bathroom to clean up. He gave me my clothes back, except for my thong panties. “I’m keeping these, Kavita,” he said, a smug look on his face. “A little souvenir of your fine brown pussy.” He smelled them before putting them in his pocket. I was so embarrassed, but I didn’t want to anger him, so I let him keep it. I didn’t want to wear my saree again, so I asked Nick to borrow one of his shirts.

When I came out of the bathroom, Sanjay was back, and he and Nick were talking and laughing excitedly. I was sure they were talking about me. Sanjay hugged me and said, “Hey, sweetie, Nick tells me you’ve been a really good girl. I’m so proud of you.” I cringed when I saw Nick grinning from ear to ear. Sanjay made me kiss Nick goodnight and took me back to our room, wearing just the shirt and my heels.

When we got to our room, Sanjay seemed hornier than he had been in a long time. He promptly took off his clothes and my shirt. He then threw me on the couch, lifted and spread my legs, and entered me. I was sore from my previous session with Nick, my insides still feeling fully stretched. But after that intense experience, I could barely feel Sanjay inside me. Yet, it thrilled me to know that my body, so recently ravaged by Nick, was now being enjoyed by my husband.

As he started fucking me, he said, “Kavita, you were so wonderful tonight. I’m so proud of you.” I was both embarrassed and flattered at the same time, unsure of what to tell him. With that, he came hard, pumping his cum into my pussy.

We left Vegas the next morning, and I didn’t see Nick until the next week when he came over to hang out with Sanjay. He flashed me a knowing smile when he saw me, and I was so embarrassed I couldn’t look him in the eye. Whenever I saw him later, I was reminded of how he humiliated me, but since I had learned my lesson, I always treated him warmly and with respect.