Haasini had just left the her Manhattan hotel to go to Avanish’s office. Her conversation with Avanish the previous day had been entirely inadequate for her. He had been polite, but very curt and to the point. He very frankly told her that if she ever had hope of maintaining the lifestyle that she was accustomed to, that she should not question him in any way. The one sided conversation had eventually cornered Haasini into agreeing that she wanted to save herself and her children from financial ruin and understood her need to “help” Avanish succeed in his objectives in Manhattan. The only concession that she had gained from Avanish was that he would not let her be destroyed if she helped him.
Making excuses to leave town had been very, very awkward for Haasini, but she had done it. Now she was in New York City.
Haasini’s mind was in a blur as the chauffer drove her to Avanish’s office tower. After she had checked into the hotel, she had received a call from Avanish’s assistant asking her for her clothing sizes. As confused as she was about the whole day, Haasini had quietly given her the sizes that she asked for. Avanish then called her. He told her that arrangements had been made for her to spend several hours at the hotel spa before she came to his office. He made clear to her that she was to accept whatever treatment was offered to her by the staff.
Had the voluptuous housewife not been so nervous, she would have truly loved the pampering that she received at the spa. There was the manicure, pedicure and facial that she got. She received a very relaxing massage. She also had an appointment to have her hair and make-up done. Nearing the end of the treatment, however, the young woman with the hotel spa indicated to her that she was now ready for her waxing. Haasini was a bit surprised, but tried to pass it off without comment. However, after her long, legs were waxed, the young woman shifted the cool cotton sheet covering Haasini’s naked body and began trimming Haasini’s full pubic bush. The mature woman’s eyes flew open and she lifted her head to look at the innocent face of the young woman preparing her pussy for waxing.
“Wha . . . what are you doing,” she asked, trying not to sound hysterical. She looked at her long, sexy legs, now naked to just above the juncture of her thighs.
The pretty woman continued clipping Haasini’s pussy hair.
“Oh, have you never had your privates waxed before?” she asked Haasini. “You’ll love it. Your husband specifically asked that you be completely waxed of all body hair,” she chirped cheerfully.
“He’s not my husb…” Haasini said before she caught herself. Chawla’s wife saw the young woman’s eyes glance at the prominent wedding band on Haasini’s left hand and then force her eyes back to Haasini’s face.
“Oh, my,” was the only reply from the young woman. “I, uh, you’ll find it quite appealing, anyway,” she managed.
Haasini felt all of the blood in her body rush to her beautiful face. She lay back down completely humiliated and did nothing to hinder the young woman’s work when she felt her long, naked legs being spread and manipulated for the waxing of her pussy.
When she returned to her room, she found her own clothing gone and her wardrobe replaced. There was a note on her bed telling her to wear what was on the bed.
Haasini held the suit jacket and skirt up and looked at them intently. The expensive suit was made of the finest silk, but Haasini was concerned at how short the skirt was. She held the skirt to her waist and saw that it didn’t even come close to being mid-thigh. Instead, it would leave her legs exposed to nearly the top of her thighs. She wondered how she would even sit in a skirt like this. As she went through the rest of the clothes on the bed, Haasini realized that there were no panties with the outfit! A garter belt and thigh-highs had been left, as well as very, very high heeled shoes, still in their box. The bra was lacy and cut low, allowing an acre of cleavage to show from the equally low cut blouse. The suit coat was designed to be worn open. As she finally got the outfit on, Haasini looked in the mirror. What she saw was a stunning mature woman just in her sexual prime. Her big titties were pushed up proudly and she was all legs beneath the skirt. When she moved, a hint of the top of her thigh-highs was revealed, letting a person peek at the creamy whites of her super sexy upper thighs. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she tried to determine what she could and couldn’t do in the outfit. She bent at the waist and the skirt rose to the flair of her rounded ass cheeks. When she bent further, her naked pussy slit peeked out from below the hem.
She certainly had no idea what the specific intentions were of Avanish, but there was no doubt he was going to use her physical beauty to his advantage at the meeting.
In her entire life, Haasini had never worn a skirt with no panties, so the cool air on her now hairless cunt made her feel almost as if she had no clothes on below the waist. As the conservative wife of a lawyer for a large, successful law firm, she had always had to maintain an image that was completely contrary to the clothing she now had on. As she walked through the hotel lobby and to the waiting Town Car, Haasini was distinctly aware of the looks that she received from everyone she walked past. And, when the back door was opened for and she sat in the car, she noticed how several passersby slowed to get a good look at the hot womanly flesh which was exposed to them.
Avanish worked the deal as quickly as he could. He had known the man he was talking to for many years. Over the years he knew that the man, who was in his late sixties, had become more accustomed to Western practices, although he still wore the traditional Arab head dress with his western suit and tie.
Avanish believed he was very close to signing a deal with the Arab.
“Omar,” Avanish said, “I know that you have to leave for London in a couple of hours. Surely we can finalize our deal before you go? All of the paperwork has been reviewed and it simply awaits your signature.”
“I am still looking at other firms,” was the reply from the Arab. “Perhaps waiting a few days would benefit us both.”
Avanish did not want to wait. He and Omar had been talking about this for weeks and he believed that both were ready for the deal. He looked at the other Middle Eastern men in the room and smiled. “I need some help here with your boss. He’s becoming obstinate in his old age.”
All the men laughed.
Avanish pushed a button. “Haasini, would you bring in some drinks for my guests?”
Within seconds, Haasini entered the room with a tray of liquor bottles and glasses for the men. She tried to not look at the men, but she immediately heard the murmur and rustling as the men looked the scantily clad woman in the short skirt up and down.
Of course, she served Omar and Avanish first.
“Avanish, where do you find such beautiful help?” Omar asked. Haasini made sure to smile at the man when he said this. Her lovely brown eyes sparkled and her lips parted to show the perfect teeth when she smiled.
Haasini saw the Arab man stare intently at her cleavage as she bent to give him his drink. Her large melons were wonderfully encased in the silk bra and blouse that Avanish had ordered her to wear. Omar stared openly at the tall housewife serving him. Her eyes met his for another brief moment before she blushingly looked away.
Then his eyes went to her long legs. She had long heard of the attraction that Arab men had for beautiful Indian women. The suit skirt that she wore was simply way too short. It barely covered her naked bottom and was so tight that it clung to her shapely hips and buttocks. She hoped that neither man noticed the slight shaking of her hands as she handled the bottles and glasses.
“Haasini is new here,” Avanish replied. “She is very intent on being a good hostess, though.”
Haasini felt her face redden. She moved cautiously to the other men in the room, serving them drinks and enduring their stares.
“I only wish we could seal this deal right now,” Avanish said. “There really is no good reason to delay, and being able to celebrate it, even briefly, would be something I think you might enjoy before your trip to London.”
Omar raised his eyebrow. He looked at the long legged housewife serving his employees. She looked spectacular. What would those soft thighs feel like around his hips, ( www.indiansexstories.mobi ) he wondered? Why not take this mature Indian woman? He felt his cock stir in his pants. He had done enough business with Avanish to know what he suggested. Should he take up the offer of this beautiful woman?
Haasini finished serving the men. She looked at Avanish and began to leave the room.
As Omar watched the shapely buttocks of the Indian woman walk to the door, he made his decision.
“Avanish, we’re old friends. Let’s not delay any longer. I sign, right now!”
Avanish clapped his hands. “Great, let’s do it.”
Haasini was relieved. She thought to herself that at least her part was done. She hoped that her sexy presence had helped Avanish seal the deal. Maybe now he’d help her!
“Haasini,” Avanish said, “get the pen from the desk and bring the papers over to the table.”
Avanish and Omar rose from their chairs and approached a large table in the middle of the room. Haasini did as directed and brought the papers and pens.
Within seconds, the documents were signed.
Haasini nervously stood by as the men put their signatures to paper. She nervously clasped her manicured hands in front of her short skirt. She wished she had panties on. She wished she was dressed conservatively. Her mind swirled with nervous thoughts. Somehow, serving these foreigners made her feel very much like a sex object. Please, please, please, she thought, please Mr. Avanish, tell me it’s time for me to go.
In the back of her mind she knew that wouldn’t happen. She heard Avanish’s voice.
“Omar, you have made me very happy. Is there any gift that I can give you to show you my appreciation?”
Omar looked Haasini in the eyes. The beautiful housewife mother lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes resting softly on her perfect skin.
“Yes, perhaps your hostess would be so kind as to make herself available to me, briefly, before I must go to London.”
Avanish answered for Haasini. “Of course she would. Haasini is new here. She is a housewife, and has never served as a hostess before, but has assured me she wishes to assist my business in any way necessary. She is indebted to me for some assistance she has requested. I’m certain she would be pleased to service you.” Haasini’s mind raced. As she stood there, she felt her long, shapely legs begin to shake very subtly. Her large melons rose and fell with her increased breathing. “Please, Mr. Avanish,” was all she said when her voice dropped off.
“Take off your suit jacket, my dear,” Avanish said. “Omar, I assure you that her reluctance is entirely due to her inexperience, not her willingness to please.”
“Avanish,” Omar replied, “there is never any reason to apologize for innocence and inexperience in a beautiful woman.”
Haasini felt her hands rise reluctantly to her suit lapels and gently open the coat and slide it down her arms. She folded it and placed it on the desk. Now she felt naked from the waist up, the blouse and bra were so thin. Without the coat, her breasts showed clearly now.
What should she do, she wondered? Should she run? Should she fight? Instead, she stood frozen before the man whose hands her fate was in.
“Now remove the blouse and bra, Haasini.” Avanish turned to Omar. “Again, if she appears frightened, it’s because she has not done this before. I assure you, however, that her body is made for a man’s pleasure.”
Haasini’s eyes watered and she felt herself blinking back tears, but her hands went slowly to the blouse and began unbuttoning it. She tried to tell herself that she was doing this for her family. If she had to spread her magnificent long legs, it was for her family and only her family. Soon the front of the blouse was open, revealing her large, firm tits and flat stomach.
Avanish spoke again, very gently. “Haasini, Omar doesn’t have much time. It’s time for him to celebrate.”
Haasini’s fingers began to work more quickly. The blouse fell to the floor. Haasini was very hesitant to end up completely nude in this room full of foreigners. But her shaking hands went to her back and she unhooked the lacy bra that held her wonderfully large tits in place. After she unhooked it and the straps fell loosely on her beautiful shoulders, Haasini crossed her arms in front of her exposed breasts, covering the large nipples. She let the bra slip to the floor.
As she stood there nude except for her skirt, she looked pleadingly at Avanish.
“Where should we go?” she asked. By now she recognized that she was to be taken by Omar as a prize. Reconciled to that horrid thought, she only wished to be taken by him privately.
“He should have you wherever he wishes,” was Avanish’s reply. He looked to Omar.
Omar was not concerned with the Indian woman’s feelings. To the contrary, he wished to impress upon his employees the power that he had. “I wish to be served here,” was his only reply.
Avanish hard eyes looked at Haasini.
Immediately, she recognized his thoughts. She could ill afford to go this far and then stop. She recognized that his good will was everything to her future.
Haasini released her breasts and they dangled, fleshy and full, high on her chest, the large nipples capping the melons. She heard the audible murmur of approval of the men in the room.
Then she began to unzip the skirt. As her long, silk encased legs stepped out of the skirt, she looked at her hairless pussy with shame. The only clothing she wore was the sexy thigh high stockings with the garter belt and the five inch high heel shoes. Her shapely ass, large breasts and hairless pussy now seemed even more naked, if that was possible.
Omar had already begun to undress as well. Within seconds, all of his clothing was off except his underwear and head dress.
Haasini looked at his hairy body with disgust, but she knew what she was expected to do. She walked over to him. The men watched her tight buttocks sway sensuously as she moved to him. Karan Chawla’s wife knelt before the Arab man.
Her hands reached for his midsection. Gently, she tugged at his underwear. As she pulled it down, an extremely large, thick, well-veined cock was revealed. Haasini had not seen a lot of cocks in her life, but this one was not completely straight. Instead, it curved even though it was very stiff. Nor was the man circumcised. Haasini had never seen a cock like this before.
Trying not to think about what she was about to do, Haasini opened her mouth and took the near turgid tool between her moist, ripe lips. His was a formidable member with a thick shaft and a knob at the end of it that looked like a plump plum. As her lips glided over the fleshy knob, gently sucking and licking, she heard Omar’s voice.
“Our women must be directed to suck cock, Mr. Avanish. Indian women love to do it without even a request,” he giggled. All of the men joined in the laughter.
Haasini ignored this humiliating statement and continued to bob on the Arab’s thick pole. The length and girth were both unlike any she had ever had before. She found that she had to open her mouth wide to allow him access to her. She sucked gently on the stiff tool and let her tongue swirl around the stiff cock.
Haasini continued to suck this man on her knees as he stood before her, continuing to talk. Her hands alternated between tugging on the shaft of the cock and cupping his large testicle sac softly in her fingers. Her well formed buttocks rested on the backs of her shoes as she performed a fellatio on the foreign man.
“Avanish, this woman must be bred. Can you imagine the stock which would come from her loins?”
This dirty man was basically referring to her daughter, she thought to herself angrily.
“With tits like these, she is made for breeding,” he said, as if he were speaking of an animal.
Omar reached down to her large tits and began to massage them. Haasini felt her nipples react instantly. Omar tugged and tweaked at the rubbery tips. His touch was almost painful, it was so hard, but Haasini’s body reacted as she feared it would. She felt her tight vagina begin to moisten and her nipples stood out hard and dark.
As she tried to ignore his touch, Haasini’s mind wandered to what he said. Maybe she was simply a slut. Maybe she was just meant to be bred. She felt herself begin to well-up with emotions, but she quickly tried to think of something else before she began to cry. That would do her no good, and simply humiliate her more.
Omar continued to talk.
“My dear, I don’t have much time,” he said as he stepped away from the beautiful housewife kneeling before him. His cock fell from her mouth, wet with her saliva. “I must sample your cunt.”
Haasini saw him extend her his hand to assist her up from her knees. She put her own soft hand in his and began to stand. In her heels, she stood several inches taller than him. He instantly put his face into her large titties and began to smother himself with them. His hands pulled her close to him by latching on to her ass cheeks. He licked and sucked on her tits voraciously.
Haasini tried not to look at the other men in the room, but her innocent brown eyes met theirs and she recognized the lust in their dark faces. They seemed mesmerized by their boss’ domination of this Indian woman.
Haasini tried to not make a sound, but when Omar’s fingers found her pussy opening and he begin to jam a finger within her, she finally relented.
“Oh,” was all she said. She felt her tight pussy adjust to the invasion of his finger and bathe the digit with her love juices. Haasini adjusted her feet to a few inches wider to allow him access. Her shapely legs were tensed and revealed the deep muscles of her thighs and buttocks.
Haasini’s arms surrounded the man’s hairy back and shoulders as she tried to hang on for dear life, not wanting to lose balance while the man finger-fucked her. The beautiful woman groaned involuntarily.
She was certain that she would fall if he continued this sexual probing of her. As if he sensed this, Omar turned to a couple of the men who were seated on a couch.
“Move, I must fuck this woman,” he demanded.
The men stood and watched as the beautiful Indian housewife was released by Omar. Her tits were soaked with his saliva and she was breathing hard from the finger-fucking he had given her. She moved with shaking legs to the couch.
Haasini knew that the men stared at the unnaturally bare pussy between her legs as she walked to the couch. She felt Omar groping at her ass cheeks as she moved. Karan Chawla’s wife was turned on like never before, but she still hated what she was doing. To have this foreigner between her legs was against everything and every vow she had ever made. And yet, when she turned and sat on the couch, she knew he would fuck her now.
Haasini lay back on the couch. Omar was right beside her now, his stiff, jutting tool standing straight out of his hips. Haasini’s head was on a pillow and she spread the beautiful columns of her legs to allow the Arab between her legs.
Omar knelt between her legs. Haasini resolved to block out the other men and simply fuck this man who was now kneeling between her legs. Chawla’s wife reached for the tip of the man’s cock and directed it to the opening of her pussy. Her mind told her that it was too big for her pussy, but she let him begin to push into her anyway.
The initial thickness did prove a problem, but Omar pushed hard at the opening of her cunt. She spread her soft thighs for him as he did.
Haasini’s legs were now up in the air around Omar’s body. As he pushed himself inside of her, the fit was tight and a bit painful for the beautiful, mature woman. She glanced down between their bodies and realized that he was not even a quarter of the way inside her pussy.
“Uhhhhhh,” she heard herself moan as he tried to fit himself inside her pussy. Her legs were wide and all the men had a view of her smooth thighs as Omar tried to fit his massive cock inside the Indian woman. The men knew that she was struggling to accommodate the large cock inside her tight pussy.
Omar now wanted to bend the Indian woman to his will and have her beg for mercy. He wanted his men to recognize the power that he had over people and nothing would make a bigger impression than fucking this Indian woman without mercy. He dug his fingers into her gyrating hips and pulled her ass towards his cock, painfully squeezing her buttocks. Haasini’s eyes betrayed a real fear now of the fucking she was going to receive.
Now he was getting into a frenzy. He tore at her ass, separating the buttocks as much as possible to open her pussy to his cock. Her twin moons were stretched until Haasini’s head fell back on the couch’s cushion and she cried out.
“Ohhhhh, goddddd,” she cried. “You’re too big…”
Omar continued to watch his massive, thickly plunging shaft disappear into the resisting wet hole of the woman’s cunt. He wanted to stretch the woman’s orifice until she accepted him completely inside her hungry wet cunt.
“Uuuugggggghhhhhhhh,” she cried uncomprehendingly. “Ohhh, nooooo, please stop.”
Omar looked up at the beautiful face of the woman he was fucking. Her neck was straining and her mouth was agape. It seemed that she was unable even to scream as he fucked her relentlessly. Her eyes stared at him in a silent acknowledgement of his brutal fucking. All of the air now seemed to be out of her lungs. Her big breasts heaved as she bucked her hips beneath him, both trying to take the massive cock and trying to avoid its complete entry. The big, stiff nipples on her breasts pushed into the Arab man’s hairy chest as he took her every sexual secret.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned piteously. “You’re toooooo . . . biggggg.”
She knew he was nearly completely inside her now. Her tight love hole had never been so stuffed with man meat. Almost in a defensive mode, her pussy soaked the cock with love juices to make the jutting, stiff meat slippery enough to slide inside her. The image of her hungry cunt climbing up and down his long tool made Omar appreciate the athleticism of the Indian woman he was fucking.
Wet smacking sounds resounded through the otherwise silent room. Avanish and the other men watched in disbelief as Omar fucked Haasini relentlessly. Each pile-driving thrust that Omar made into Haasini’s tight pussy produced another wet swoosh, a smacking sound of slapping flesh and a pitiful cry from Haasini’s lips.
Haasini now gradually began taking the pounding from the huge dick without complaint. Only the involuntary moan that the beautiful housewife uttered when Omar pushed in to the hilt betrayed the fact that Haasini was unused to the massive sized cock inside her.
The cushions beneath them creaked and groaned as the two fucked each other. The sounds created a better report of what was happening than any photograph ever could. Haasini’s body began to be covered with a thin sheen of perspiration as she tried to accept the animalistic fucking Omar was driving into her with.
As he pounded his cock into the hotly receptive pussy of Haasini, Omar’s mouth touched Haasini’s and he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. She greedily accepted it and twisted her own tongue with his in his liquored mouth.
Haasini could take it no more. She felt herself losing complete control and her mind flashed red and demented. Her large, rounded breasts were now pressed nearly flat against the Arab’s chest.
“I’m cummmiing,” she screamed as she utterly lost control. “I’m cummmmming!” Her high pitched squeal broke the air. Her long legs wrapped tightly around the Arab and her heels crossed at the ankles as she pulled the huge cock into her pussy.
“Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggguuuuhhhhh.” Her throaty voice resounded throughout the large room, and the flesh slapping and couch creaking filled the room as he continued to drive his large member into the hairless pussy until only the thick pubic hair of his was between their bodies, and that was smashed tight between them.
The muscles in Haasini’s arms and legs stood out as she strained to shamefully pull him deeper into her wetly splayed cuntal lips.
Omar felt the slow aching pressure building within his huge balls. The lust laden testicles slapped hard against Haasini’s buttocks with each thrust into the Indian woman’s pussy. As she climaxed beneath him, Omar felt himself losing control. He fucked her harder and harder, determined to debase the western woman beneath him. Her smooth thighs were now spread as wide as she could spread them and he pounded her without mercy. She continued to cry in orgasm.
Omar felt himself about to explode. He grasped her thighs behind the knees and pushed her cruelly up until her knees were nearly at her head and she was bent in two. Haasini had never been fucked so brutally fucked, but she felt another orgasm rising as her legs were pushed back.
Omar’s shoulders were surrounded by Haasini’s legs and he drove deep into her cunt. Rather than resisting his cruel fuck, Omar felt Haasini’s ankles cross behind his neck and she met him thrust for long cock thrust. She was now a raw mass of helpless desire and she met him by writhing and twisting beneath him to his every cock thrust.
With her soft, yielding thighs now on his chest and her calves on his shoulders, Omar drove his huge cock deeper and deeper into the woman beneath him. Reaching the hilt, he ground his hips into hers.
Quickly, he felt Haasini rising to another orgasm. Her whole body tensed and he knew he could last no longer, either.
His voice rasped something which neither Haasini nor Avanish recognized, but it was a clear sign of his impending explosion within the beautiful woman beneath him. With a deep, soul shattering sound, Omar and Haasini exploded in simultaneous orgasm. Their mouths and hips were locked as one. His cock began to jerk wildly and he shot his thick, hot spunk into her pussy. She felt the hot, liquid sperm being deposited deep within her womb, filling her velvety vaginal walls with his spurting seed.
Haasini had not yet regained her bearings and she aggressively continued to work his cock with her pussy, milking the thick tool of every drop of his man seed, not realizing that the man was becoming spent.
The other men in the room looked at each other in disbelief and amusement as she continued to pump her shapely hips rhythmically beneath the now spent man. Gradually, Omar lifted his body from hers to allow her to draw her long legs down from his shoulders. She now wrapped her legs around Omar’s legs as he lay atop her.
The two lay together gathering their senses.
Avanish knew that Haasini had been worked hard by Omar. He knew that she was the reason Omar had signed so quickly. He recognized her value to him after he had watched her fuck Omar with so much animalistic passion. Her ass was a valuable asset to him, he thought.
Omar got up from the couch and gathered his clothes. Haasini lay there nearly fucked senseless and dozing. Her huge tits looked delectable and her legs lay spread ever so slightly.
She sensed Omar and Avanish speaking, but could not make out what they said. Her mind drifted.
She heard Avanish’s voice. “Haasini will be happy to accompany you whenever you are in New York, Omar. I know that you must leave for London. Perhaps Haasini can accommodate your men after you leave?”
Omar replied. “That would be much appreciated.”
Haasini’s eyes flew open. As she lay on the couch, Omar’s men began approaching her. They were taking their clothes off! One man, already naked, knelt between her beautiful long legs and pushed his hard cock into her spunk soaked pussy. Another went to her head and offered his cock to her lips.
“What?” was all that Haasini asked.
Haasini looked up into Avanish’s eyes. They told her the entire message. How had she gotten herself into this mess, her brain screamed? What was she doing letting Avanish dictate her life to her?
She barely noticed the man who was fucking her until he lay completely on top of her. Now she was pinned down beneath the man. Still she looked pitifully at Avanish. His cold eyes stared back silently.
Haasini knew what she had to do.
She parted her lips and took the man’s cock into her mouth.
Over the next several hours Haasini fucked and sucked each foreigner’s hard cock dry. The voluptuous housewife was repeatedly fucked by this group of insatiable men in every position imaginable. She never complained if they wanted to take her doggy style or with her riding their cocks from above, tits swaying and bobbing. She lost count of how many times she climaxed and how many hard cocks she let shoot their hot spunk between her legs. She was now simply a warm, fleshy receptacle for their lust. As the last man left his seed in her ravaged pussy and stood to walk away, Haasini lay in shock at her shameful conduct.