Kavita's Training

My name is Kavita, and I am a young Asian Indian housewife living in California. I don’t mean to brag, but people tell me I have a good body and figure. 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’ve 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’d 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 in Las Vegas, everything changed. We stayed in a fancy hotel/casino on the Strip with Sanjay’s colleague from work, Nick. They planned the trip 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, maybe 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’s 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 seeing me in a saree.

I usually wore a thin, tight choli blouse that made the curves of my breasts clearly visible, with a push-up bra to give my cleavage a little extra lift. All my blouses were cut low in the back and front, so my back was bare, and my cleavage showed in front. Also, Sanjay liked me to wear my saree low, resting below my waist and navel.

Nick never bothered to hide the way his gaze lingered openly on my cleavage and midriff when I wore a saree.

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 beautiful body?”

I always fall for flattery, and it was kind of a thrill to hear 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. Even though I had my doubts, I couldn’t help feeling a strange, quiet curiosity 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 deeply cut and tight, so my breasts thrust out somewhat, especially with the push-up bra I had on. I carefully covered it with my saree, but I could feel the tiny hooks on the front of the blouse straining against the thin fabric.

Sanjay liked me to tie my saree super low so that most of my midriff would be bare. He also had me wear my 4-inch black stiletto heels. They weren’t very comfortable, but he said they made my full, curvy bottom wiggle in a sexy way when I walked. It was a very warm day in Vegas, 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 loved 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 didn’t 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’d 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 waist, pulling my small body tight against his much taller frame. For safety, I had to cling to him. As a good Indian wife, I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about me, so I was careful to avoid too much body contact.

As he guided me through the busy casino floor toward the elevators, several heads turned. A group of young guys at a nearby slot machine whistled at me. Nick had his hand firmly on my waist. I tried to ignore everything and focused on walking straight.

The pressure in my bladder was becoming unbearable. I squeezed my thighs together desperately, biting my lip to hold back a whimper. “Nick... please, hurry,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

“What’s that, Kavita?” he teased, leaning down so his breath brushed my ear. “You really have to go that bad, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you... We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?”

I distinctly remember his hand sliding lower and cupping my butt as we waited for the elevator. At the time, I didn’t see any harm in that. After all, the guy had left his game for me, so I thought he deserved to have some fun.

I remember Nick pressing the elevator button. The wait felt endless. I shifted from foot to foot in my stilettos, the movement only making my urgent need worse. 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.

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. My saree’s folds were coming undone, and in my drunken state, I couldn’t put them back on.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nick made me lean against the elevator wall, 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, please, can I wait till we get to 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 unraveled 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 creep take advantage of me, but there was nothing I could do. After all, he was my husband’s friend.

Then he yanked the petticoat strings next, letting it drop too. Pretty soon, it 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 loving the power he had over me.

To my horror, the elevator then stopped, the door 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 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 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 mortification, Nick made me face the guys and tell them I was okay. They seemed very amused by my situation. I again buried my face in Nick’s chest, but he had me turned around with my back toward the men. I was sure the men were staring at my bare buttocks. Nick kept his hands right there, and the way he held me made it feel like he was showing me off to the other men on purpose.

I hated having to stay pressed against Nick for the next few floors. 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. The humiliation was so sharp that I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out. 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 only wound me tighter.

Finally, our floor came, and Nick escorted me out of the elevator, almost lifting me because I was clinging to him so closely. “Better get her to a bathroom quick, man,” one of the guys called out, and they both laughed as the elevator door closed.

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 blouse. “Nick, please... I really have to go,” I begged again. He just ignored me, undoing the hooks on my blouse, and then taking off my blouse completely. I gasped at the sudden exposure, and I could feel my nipples, already hard from a mixture of shame and excitement, straining against my bra.

He folded my blouse, draping it over his arm alongside my saree. I felt so naked wearing just my lacy black bra, matching thong, and stiletto heels. The cool air on my skin made the desperate pressure even harder to ignore. I crossed my legs tightly, shifting desperately, a soft whine escaping my lips.

He then made me walk slowly past a long row of rooms, my heels clicking loudly with every shaky step. I could hear muffled voices 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. Once I was inside, I tried to console myself, “Okay, that’s it; he can’t do much now. He’s had his fun.” I kicked off my heels and rushed toward his bathroom because I wanted to pee so badly. My bladder felt like an overfilled balloon, pulsing with every heartbeat.

Nick stopped me, his grin widening. “Not so fast, Kavita,” he said in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with a wicked kind of 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 can’t hold it anymore. 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 those cute panties.”

I pleaded, “Can I do it in the bathroom, please? I’m feeling 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 had no choice but to obey him. I bent over, my hands trembling, pulling my tiny thong panties down, the lace clinging to my dampness. I nearly lost my balance in my hazy state, but Nick caught me in his firm grip and held me steady. I then handed him my panties reluctantly, feeling utterly exposed.

“Why not your bra too?” he said, his gaze lingering on my breasts. “I’m putting you to bed here anyway. You’re too drunk to go back to the casino.” I hesitated, my body screaming for relief, but he made me reach back to unhook the snaps of my bra and give it to him. I felt like my last shield of modesty was stripped away, as my breasts, heavy and sensitive, spilled free into the open air.

I was now fully naked, except for jewelry, including my necklace, earrings, bracelets, and anklets. I also had a traditional gold chain around my 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 it with my other clothes in his closet. Shame flooded through me, made sharper by the way his eyes were lingering on every inch of my body.

Finally, right when I thought I was actually going to wet myself, 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 for holding 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 anything you can wear, 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 helped 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 me so openly. I shivered as the cool air in the hotel room kissed the wet folds between my legs.

By this time, I realized I was totally at his mercy. I don’t remember what Nick was doing between my legs. I think he was massaging my clit and putting his fingers inside me. I think all that alcohol had made me a little warm, an unfamiliar heat spreading through me. 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... everything after that is a soft blur. 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 by 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, honey, 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 it all. 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’d made a big mistake and angered both of them, I started crying. Tears streamed from my eyes, ruining my makeup and smudging my eyeliner.

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.” He winked at Nick.

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 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’ve 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 yanked the blanket away, leaving me completely naked in front of him. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but he batted my hands aside. Standing there barefoot, exposed, I felt the cool air kiss my heated skin.

“Spread your legs wide apart,” he ordered. My cheeks burned as I obeyed, parting my thighs. “Now bend over and touch the floor. Hold it.”

“Oh God,” I told myself, “This is going to be worse than I thought.” But I wasn’t in a position to argue, so I obeyed him. I bent at the waist and pressed my hands to the carpet.

The position was utterly degrading, with my bare bottom raised high and my most private places completely on display. I trembled as he circled me slowly. His large hands roamed over my round bottom, squeezing, spreading me open.

Although I was dying of shame, I had to admit his fingers felt pretty good. Thick, confident fingers parted my lips, sliding through the slickness that had already gathered there. He rubbed slow circles over my clit, and a soft, involuntary whimper escaped me. My thighs trembled. I tried to stay still, but my hips gave the tiniest little rock backward into his touch. Every stroke sent sparks up my spine.

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, are you going to start showing your husband’s friend some respect now, huh?” I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded softly.

Nick 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’d 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 there was no way out, so I knelt down in front of Nick, my bare knees pressing into the carpet. I felt so fragile, kneeling there completely bare in front of a man I loathed so much.

He’d fully removed his briefs now, and although I was so mad at him, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 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 anything I had ever seen before.

My lips parted slightly in awe, not just at his impressive size, but at the sharp contrast of his white skin against its throbbing pink head, a sight so exotic and thrilling it felt deliciously forbidden. I also noticed that Nick had strong, muscular legs and a tight abdomen. I knew he lifted weights regularly, but his sheer 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. My fingers trembled as I wrapped them around his warm shaft, feeling its throbbing heat. His cock was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around it, and it felt very heavy in my hands.

I leaned in and pressed a soft, almost reverent kiss to the head before parting my lips and taking him in. 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, as 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. Each time I took him a little farther, I felt the stretch at the corners of my mouth, the way my throat had to open to accommodate him.

Nick sat back on the couch, sipped his beer, and started watching a sports channel on TV without paying much attention to me. He’d lean forward once in a while, looking thoroughly delighted with what I was doing. 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’d 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, hollowing my cheeks and taking him deeper until he almost nudged the back of my throat. 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 tip. I was determined to please him, so I obliged willingly. I took him into my mouth as deeply as I could while also stroking him up and down with one hand, and started caressing his balls with my other hand.

Before long, my mouth and jaw were starting to get sore. His cock pulsed hard against my tongue, 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. Nick made me lick him clean, and I swallowed the last drop.

He seemed very pleased with me and said, “Baby, that was awesome. I never believed Sanjay when he said how good you’re 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’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve been craving that fine brown pussy of yours for so long.”

He was looking at me and slowly stroking his cock, which had gone soft and was now getting hard again. It hadn’t occurred to me that Nick would want to fuck me. I never thought he would try that, with me being his friend’s wife, but it was strangely exciting to hear how badly he wanted me.

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’d 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 thighs in slow, warm trails. The bare chill of the room against that wetness made me shiver. I guess the effect of alcohol, along with the feel of Nick’s cock in my mouth, had really turned me on. I was so ashamed he found out.

He said, “Damn, you’re leaking like a faucet. You’re one horny slut, aren’t you? What you really need now is a good, hard pounding. 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 shameful position, like a cheap whore. He spread my knees even wider apart and thrust his thick, flushed head against my brown folds steadily.

I gasped sharply as he stretched me open. The burn was sharp at first, delicious and overwhelming. He paused when he was fully seated, letting me feel every thick, throbbing inch of him. The fullness was almost too much. I could feel my body struggling, then slowly, helplessly opening for him. My fingers dug into the carpet. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, but I was determined not to let him know how amazing it felt.

“Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his voice thick with triumph. “You love my cock in that tight brown pussy, don’t you, 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. The climax crashed through me in waves, triggered by the relentless power of him deep inside me. Nick kept up his rhythm, and he pounded into me hard. My walls clamped down hard around his thick shaft, and I could hear the wet, filthy sound of my own body taking him.

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 let out a needy whine, 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 himself 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. The scent of him filled my nose, sharp and intimate.

When he was done, 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 to gag. The warm, salty cum, mixed with the musky scent of his body and the lingering taste of myself, was a final reminder of how thoroughly he had used me.

He left me on the floor with my face covered with his cum. He looked so pleased with himself, and I could tell he enjoyed dominating me completely. I couldn’t help remembering his powerful thrusts, and a delicious ache throbbed deep inside me. I’d never been so stretched before, and though I was still exquisitely sore, there was something strangely humiliating and deeply satisfying about it.

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, my bra, and my heels.

When we got to our room, Sanjay seemed hornier than he’d 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 still tender from the session with Nick, with a lingering ache of how fully he’d filled me, making everything afterward feel different. 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 me.

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’d learned my lesson, I always treated him warmly and with respect.