A Tale of Sex for Money

A Tale of Sex for Money

Alex Seabolt

My name is Alex Seabolt. I am a supervising engineer in a structural engineering consultancy with multiple offices in California, Hawaii, Oregon, and Washington. It is interesting work, especially when we consult on large office buildings or manufacturing plants. Shortly after I became a supervisor, one of my charges, a young engineer of Indian descent invited me to dinner. At the dinner were my subordinate, Vihaan, his wife, Daksha, and his sister-in-law, Aishani. Daksha seemed to be a very proper, petite Indian wife, with black hair, brown eyes, and light olive skin. Her sister looked much like her, but more buxom; even wearing a sari, I could see that she had large boobs and a large butt. Aishani was more outgoing than Vihaan or Daksha and certainly kept me entertained. I had dated a few women of color, but I considered Aishani to be a complete vision of loveliness. After dinner, we drank wine. On the second glass of wine, Vihaan asked the sisters to sing a song. They both had melodious voices, Daksha seemed to be a natural soprano, while Aishani seemed more of an alto. Next, Vihaan and Daksha danced a wedding dance, while Aishani explained the meaning of the different movements to me.

Around ten, it seemed like time to go, and Aishani walked me to my car, parked in front of Vihaan's new, but modest, home. I asked her out to dinner on the following Saturday night. She accepted and we exchanged phone numbers. I told her to dress casually as we might go dancing afterward.

I expected her to be very modest, like her sister who seemed to be a very prim and proper housewife. She was staying at Vihaan and Daksha's house. I was pleasantly surprised when she was dressed in an above the knee skirt and brought an overnight case with her. When I looked at the case, she smiled and said, "Just in case."

Over dinner she explained that she, Daksha, and their parents had come to America when they were six and four. She had been married once, but she hit the trail when he became abusive, almost as soon as the honeymoon was over. After dinner we went to a club with live music and continued our talk while drinking and dancing. Around ten, she asked me to take her home. I was somewhat disappointed, and it must have shown in my face, because she quickly explained that she meant my home.

At my apartment, she sat on my sofa, while I poured two glasses of wine. I sat down and placed the glasses on my coffee table, and we started making out. Things quickly became quite heated as we necked and petted.

She told me that she needed to visit my bathroom and that she would meet me in my bedroom. In my bedroom, I stripped to my boxers, pulled the covers back, including the top sheet, and laid, supine, on the bed with my manhood manifesting itself as a tent pole for my boxers. I was astounded when she came out of the bathroom dressed in a diaphanous negligee. She apparently left the panty portion at home. Clearly she had come prepared for lovemaking. I couldn't believe how much I wanted that woman.

She said, "Left something for me to do!" as she pulled my boxers down. Once my boxers were removed, she began kissing, licking, and sucking my cock. When she decided it was adequately erect and lubricated, she began rubbing the head against her pubis.

She told me, "I guess you can call me Shani now," as she slowly impaled herself on my maleness.

As it touched her cervix, she commented, "That's just the right size. I like it!" She looked at me with a wanton glimmer in her eyes and began sliding up and down on my dick. My experience is that there are good pussies and great pussies. She was quickly convincing me that hers was a great one. I couldn't believe how good it felt as in a few short minutes her body shook with her first orgasm. It was all I could do to keep from ejaculating, but I wanted more, and I suspected she did, too. I explained, "Naughty girl, since you came before me, you will have to change positions."

She smiled, and said, "Okay!" and turned around into the reverse cowgirl position. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her ample backside bounce up and down. In this position, her love canal was just as sensuous as before. If anything, it took fewer strokes for her to start convulsing in another climax, heightened by her Kegels squeezing my cock.

I directed her, "Get on your hands and knees!"

Again, she smiled and said, "yes, sir." I entered her from the rear and started banging her doggy style. It was only a few minutes until she was crying out, "I'm cumming!" as tremors ran through her body.

I pulled her upper body up into the kneeling prison guard position and began ramming my pelvis against her butt. She became very verbal, groaning her pleasure at my efforts, and again was convulsing in ecstasy after only a few minutes.

I leaned back on my elbows and explained, "Put your butt on my pelvis. Then raise your upper body until we come together." I guided my still fully erect manhood into her love canal. She seemed to enjoy the feeling as it slid into her, as she looked into my eyes with a big smile. Without prompting she began thrusting herself up and down, and quickly asserted the moaning and groaning mode, calling out her pleasure as she slid up and down my pole of feminine lust. She seemed to be tiring a bit, but after a few minutes, managed yet another body-shaking climax.

I told her, "My turn," and began thrusting myself up into her warm, wet, welcoming kitty. She hadn't complained but I decided enough was enough, and when, after a few minutes of pumping her pussy, she started another orgasm, I joined her in shooting a full load against her vaginal walls.

She rolled off of me, and we embraced and kissed. We cuddled for a couple of minutes and she said, "That was fantastic, but I feel like I have to go home. Daksha will probably be waiting up for me. I will be very angry with you, if you don't call me. I very much want to do this again. The whole evening was wonderful, although the highlight was what we just did."

We both notice that my sex organ was not quite finished for the evening. She exclaimed, "Ohmigod! I guess I don't have to go home just yet. She sucked my cock to make sure all was in order. I suggested the lotus position. We held each other, taking turns kissing and screwing each other. I got to see her facial expressions as she came, up close and personal. Each time she orgasmed, one of us would resume thrusting oneself against the other. As she climaxed for the fifth time, I joined her and we were both satiated. We held each other and kissed for a few minutes, Then she extricated herself, and said, "I really have to go! To say that this was fantastic would be an understatement. Call me!"

I said, "You can bet your booty that I will."

She informed me, "I'm available for booty calls as well as full-up dates. I can even stay overnight on weekends if you pick me up from my apartment."

I took her home and embraced and kissed her one last time in front of Vihaan's place. I took full advantage of her offers with booty calls on Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday night, and a weekend date that lasted from Friday evening until Sunday evening. After that week, it was only a question of her place or mine. We backed off a bit on the lovemaking, doing it only about twenty times a week, but the more I had her, the more I wanted her. That seemed to be just fine with her. After a few months I moved in with her since she had the better apartment. After six months of living together, I asked her to marry me. With an audience of around twenty people, she decided to torture me. She said, "Let me think about it. You are a nice guy. You have a good job. You are a fantastic lover. I love you. I guess I might as well. Okay, I'll marry you." Our audience applauded with a few catcalls thrown in for seasoning.

I kissed her and then suggested, "You could have just said Yes."

She agreed, "That's true, but I wanted to create a little suspense. You know I love everything about you, but I thought it would be nice to create a little drama for our audience."

All I could say was, "Shani, Shani, Shani!"

A few months later, Vihaan didn't seem himself. I called him into my office.

I asked, "What's going on, Vihaan?"

He said, "Nothing," and then he started crying.

I handed him a box of tissues, and he started repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I continued, "What is it, Vihaan? Is something the matter with Daksha?"

He replied, "Sort of. Alex, we made a big mistake. When we financed our house, we were given two options. The first option was a standard mortgage. The second option was for a mortgage that was 1% less. The only difference was that it had a special provision. If any payment was even one minute late, the special provision came into effect. It said that after one late payment Daksha would have to pay the mortgage off under the special services clause."

I asked, "What kind of special services, Vihaan?"

He started crying again. Finally, he stopped crying. "She has to take her clothes off and do nasty things with men. She is paid $500 per hour for the special services, but now that is the only way we can pay the mortgage off, unless we can pay off the whole mortgage as a lump sum.

I said, "Wow! Did you have an attorney look at the contract?"

He replied, "I did, but he said the contract was airtight."

I asked, "What happened?"

He told me, "Daksha wrote a check for the payment and she thought I mailed it but I didn't. When she realized the envelope was still on the table near the door it was already the due date. She rushed to the loan company, but it was already 12:15, and the payment was due at 12. They refused to even give us fifteen minutes of grace."

I inquired, "So, what now!"

He continued, "Last night was her first night of providing special services. She had to screw three men for three hours. Afterward, they applied fifteen-hundred dollars to our loan. The loan balance is over three hundred thousand. She came home, crying. She said she wasn't sure she could keep on doing it until the mortgage is paid."

I asked, "Who is the homebuilder? Who is the loan company? and Who is your attorney?"

He told me, "Satisfaction Homes, Convenience Loans, and Jason Saxton."

I consoled him with, "I'll look into it. I can't promise anything but I'll try to find out what can be done."

We left it at that. When I went home, Shani was very upset. I said, "You talked to Daksha?"

She replied, "She and Vihaan have gotten into a terrible situation."

I said, "Vihaan was pretty upset at work today."

She said, "I have never seen Daksha so upset. She was almost hysterical."

I said, "Vihaan gave me the big picture. He said that Daksha was devastated, but he didn't go into a lot of details about what she had to do."

She elaborated, "She had to go to a building whose entrance said Ramaswamy & Associates. Inside there was a bedroom. She had to take her clothes off and entertain three men for three hours. They even took pictures of each other screwing her with their cell phones. She was embarrassed, humiliated, and completely reamed. When I talked to her she was still sore. Alex, is there anything that can be done?"

I replied, "Vihaan gave me some information but I haven't had a chance to do any follow-up."

She continued, "This is terrible. I hope you can find a way for them to get out of this terrible situation."

I inquired, "Did she tell you any more about what happened?"

She replied, "The guys she had sex with were Ishaan, Avyan, and Rakesh. They tag-teamed her so that she had continuous sex for three hours."

The next day all I learned from Mr. Saxton was that Convenience Loans and Satisfaction Homes were subsidiaries of Ramaswamy & Associates. The only other thing I learned was that another subsidiary was Ranganathan Subcontinental Foods. I got in touch with another lawyer for a second opinion and I needed to get copies of the contracts from Vihaan before I talked to him.

Vihaan gave me copies of the contracts, and I showed them to Nathan Armstrong. After reading them he said the best recourse would be to sue based on the late payment clause being unfair, but that would be expensive and a difficult case to prove. There did not seem to be obvious flaws in the contract other than the possibility of the late payment clause being unduly punishing. In the best case, it would take months to find for the plaintiffs, and frankly, a major portion of the debt would have probably been paid by then.

I gave Vihaan the bad news. He agreed that the best course now was to accumulate funds for an early buyout, and hope that Daksha wouldn't be ruined by her utilization according to the contract. Shani wanted to help out, but I thought it better not to promise anything unless it could remove Daksha from her servitude. In other words, I would be happy to lend Vihaan and Daksha some of the money if together we had enough to pay off the mortgage. Of course, I wanted to make a down payment on a home for us. When I talked to Vihaan about it, he said that he and Daksha were happy with their new house, they were just unhappy that they took the mortgage option with the special provisions.

Shani wanted a similar house, and it looked like Satisfaction Homes built good houses; we just needed to avoid special provisions in our mortgage. We contracted for a house that met Shani's expectations, and I had hopes that we would soon be starting a family. We disagreed vehemently on the mortgage, however. She wanted to save money with the special mortgage provision. Her claim was that she would never be late making a payment. Besides, she said, "Daksha hardly complains about entertaining the guys once every week or so."

Poor Daksha seemed to be adjusting to her fate, but I didn't want a chance of that happening to Shani. It looked like it would take Daksha about ten years to pay off the mortgage working on her back. She and Vihaan were deferring having any children until her obligation was over, although they hoped to shorten the period by accumulating money for an early payoff. In addition to having to send his wife off at least once a week for an involuntary foursome or worse, it also meant that they were deferring their planned family expansion.

I thought we were making a mistake signing a mortgage with the special services provision in it, but Shani was adamant that we go for the one percent interest rate reduction. Sure enough, we were having a weekend trip, when Saturday afternoon we realized that the thirteenth payment was at home, rather than having been dropped off at the loan company office on our way out of town. We were so excited about our weekend of fun that we left the payment at home. The due date was Saturday at noon, so we were already in arrears even if the loan office had been open on the weekend. Our intention had been to drop it off before five on Friday afternoon on our way out of town. I didn't get how both of us could have forgotten our obligation. I can only say that we were young and in love and thinking of all the sex we were going to have on that weekend. Our minds just weren't on financial matters.

Shani was philosophical and apologized over and over for so adamantly insisting that we take the lower rate option. Although we both knew it was a wasted effort she still went to the loan office to plead our case. All she accomplished was to schedule her first involuntary event for Wednesday evening after work. The President of Ramaswamy & Associates explained that she would be entertaining a party of four at the head office. She complained that her sister had never had to entertain more than three.

Ishaan, the CEO, gave her an explanation, "We are not animals here. Your sister is a much more fragile personality than you are. We think you and your husband have a more robust relationship and we intend to use you more frequently. Higher use means you will pay your mortgage off sooner. On the other hand, you have a larger mortgage, so you need to be utilized more frequently.

When Shani told me this she was softly whimpering with a few tears, "I felt like I was nothing more than a sex toy. I'm sorry, baby; this is all my fault. I'll try to make it up to you."

There was nothing to be done. As directed I dropped her off at The Ramaswamy & Associates head office a few minutes before the 7 pm designated start time. She knocked on the door and an Indian fellow let her in. All I had to do now was wait for her call to come and pick her up.

Aishani Seabolt

The Ramaswamy & Associates building was somewhat strange. There were no windows around the solid wood doors. The only windows were over eight feet above the surrounding sidewalks. No one could see in without a step ladder.

I knocked on the door and the loan clerk, Charan, let me in. I had met Tushar and Rakesh when we bought our home from Satisfaction homes. I also recognized Ishaan and Manas from when we signed our mortgage documents. I was introduced to Ayaan, who was the COO of Ramaswamy.

I asked which of the four guys I was going to have to fuck. Ishaan apologized for the change of plans but said Ayaan and Tushar had been added at the last minute. He informed me that I was here to service all six guys and that I could begin by taking off all of my clothes. When I was nude, he said, "Very nice, except you shouldn't have any body hair except for the hair on your head. Best would be to have it all removed with a Brazilian."

My first session lasted about fifty minutes, and I fucked Ishaan, Ayaan, and Manas. I had to suck each one of them before I fucked them. Ishaan then gave me a glass of wine and said, "You have ten minutes before the next round. If you want all the wine, then drink up!"

My second session of the evening began with Rakesh lubricating my asshole and then giving me an ass fucking. Tushar also wanted my ass. Charan was happy with my love canal. Again, Ishaan gave me a glass of wine and a short break. He told me I was a good little slut, and that he was very happy with my performance so far.

What bothered me the most was that I was enjoying it. I enjoyed the second session more than the first. Although he was smaller than the others, my best fuck so far had been with Charan.

The third session of the night began with my first double penetration ever, with Ishaan in my pussy and Ayaan in my ass. I believe I came five times. These were the best orgasms of my life. My second double penetration had Rakesh in my cunt and Tushar doing my anus. The session concluded with Charan fucking my pussy while Manas fucked my ass. Ishaan told me I was one of the best cunts they had ever had. Even though it was disrespectful I took it as a compliment. I was mildly ashamed of myself as I enjoyed my wine break and smiled at my violators. What could I do? I had been thoroughly fucked and I had thoroughly enjoyed it. I was acting like a slut and enjoying every minute of it. Ishaan also told me to call my husband and tell him that everything was fine, but it looked like I might be a little late. The last session was airtight as the six of them violated me three at a time.

It was almost twelve when we finished and Ishaan gave me the go ahead to call Alex. He asked if I wanted a shower before I went home, and I said I'd rather just rest and chill. I had to be helped into my clothes by Rakesh and Charan. Ishaan then gave me a bottled water as I didn't want any more wine.

When Alex arrived, Ishaan and Rakesh helped me to the car as my legs were a little rubbery and my pussy and asshole were sore from my evening's efforts. Ishaan put the receipt for a three thousand dollar mortgage payment in my hand, once I was seated in car. Rakesh commented, "Nice car!" It was our late model Lexus. I think I was asleep before Alex had driven us a full block.