Whose breath I hate
I was asked to wear five items of clothing, and that included my long five inch heels and mangalsutra too and yet I felt almost nude. My red choli was backless with low cut round neck that nearly covered my breasts, revealing some very nice under-boob. Some strategic tears also provided glimpses of other sections of my breasts. I red choli and a mini yoga thong
I was certainly wearing a bra, but the showcase one. I was more facilitating for show off, bounteous and bouncing, jiggling of my breast as I moved out of cab towards that night club. The last item that she wore was a pair of skin color mini tights. They might have been yoga short. They lived up to their name, the semi transparent material clinging closer to my pussy lips and ass cheeks. My every curve was on display and emphasised in a way that even nudity wouldn't do.
"Oh No God!" I noticed reading the huge billboard at the entrance of Darling's nightclub. I was summoned into a striptease night club, by that mystery pervert host who had my BDSM fuck video at his hands. Just two days ago I received the complete video of brutal disgraceful fuck at my dad's haveli and email also contained an e-ticket and hotel details. Like most of perverts, the blackmailer must have been a man of few words as email said nothing much except a small instruction.
"Meet me for the video at Darlings' nightclub on 12th Feb, in Bangkok. Don't forget to wear the clothes you will find in hotel's room wardrobe."
I only had two options, either to delete the email and wait for the consequences or do what I was instructed to do. The second option was much again my nature, I would even feel irritated if someone asks me to give a smile. I would smile and cry at my own, no one should dictate me what shall I do. My official status at work, my dealing with Kunal and family, my commanding attitude with my subordinates and even chat friends online was marked by this behaviour that I should not be taught or instructed what should I do or I should not. This was an arrogant behaviour, I knew and I had paid fair cost for this in my life, losing most of beloved ones.
The stakes though in that case were much higher, my arrogance would cost me much more than losing an online chat partner or a business client. The mystery blackmailer instructing me from Bangkok could ruin my life with that video, so I wisely chose the second option and reached here earlier today.
As I enter the Darlings' nightclub, my mind wondered on this whirlwind intimidating trip to Bangkok, by unknown host. Hearing a low scream in my mind, Pooja you will be fucked here, woman n me warned me. I looked around for the mystery man.
I received a lot of looks the moment I stepped out of the hotel. Most of the men were staring at me as I walked down the street. There I saw that pig Khan, sitting at the bar and waved me middle finger of his right hand. My mind full with a heat and repulsion for this pervert man, who ruined my life in Delhi and there he was again, I felt an electric frisson of fear.
I reached near him reluctantly in small steps, avoiding so many vulgar gazes on my so well exposed body. The nipples- another maverick, all they need an intense burning gaze and would become so proud and prominent. I felt them grew erect under my bra as I reach to Khan.
"What?" I asked avoiding his burning eyes. "Why the hell you have called me here Khan?" I asked in loud voice. "Seems you did not get enough dosage for your pervert scheming earlier?" I spoke pretentiously confident, knowing I must not show him any sign of weakness for that shameful video of mine.
"Nothing serious, Pooja ." The pig replied caressing luscious curves of my upper thighs his thick index finger moved between my leg and his finger sort of made exclamation sing right over my pussy. "It's all about your married pussy, nothing personal, Pooja!" He spited those words in cold frozen voice, but to my surprise the effect in between my leg was burning.
I closed my legs closer, as much as possible. The tightness of the material stretched over at his touch, I felt the vibrations of his finger scratching have transferred right through that material, into my labia. His repulsive hand and loathsome acts both were as humiliating, as arousing. I knew I've to stop it before getting wet in that semi transparent yoga pants, which were sticking only as an outer layer of skin.
Jerking his hand away I replied in rage "You coward pig, you know that you cannot put your step in Delhi and fuck me like a man, so you are hiding here and blackmailing for that video." I was still trying to forge an escape. I knew, if I give in to this pervert in this foreign land, I will be reduced to a cheap whore.
"Well, isn't this a piece of arrogance from a compulsive whore!" Khan speak, this time his finger move over my right breast inch away and her draw a complete imaginary circle in air, exactly of the size of my breast. "But you are over dreaming Pooja, who said I want to fuck you?" He asked and drew a question mark around my erect nipple with the tip of his finger.
All the forming juices in my pussy dried at once, hearing that humiliating question. A big wave of frustration even take over my anger, the typical feeling I've experienced most of my life when I'm left in between, half moist. I was angrier on myself, for noticing how much control my whorish cunt has gain over me during last year, seems my mood is controlled by volume of wetness down there.
When I left my hotel an hour ago, my subconscious had accepted that pervert Khan will blackmail me for that video and in anger and revenge for what happened to him and his men in Chandigarh will fuck me brutally, somewhere and I was looking forward for such long wrathful fuck, without consciously acknowledging. But here he was making these dramas and playing with my words and my mind. Luckily, not many people around were not focusing on us and most were watching those Thai girls about to stripe at the stage.
"Look Khan, I want that video back."It took me a while to compose myself before saying this. "Tell me what you want and let's get over it fast?" I asked looking in his eyes for the first time and pushing his traveling hand from over my strained body.
"We all are here to look at you, Pooja, this night." He replied finishing his drink. "Guess who much they have fixed your rate for a strip tease session?" He inquired me causality and waved someone to come.
"No." I shout back louder. "Never, I will do this and how can I trust you, that you will delete all files of that video?"
"Well, you've a valid question." He replied taking my anger and resistance only as a token protest. "Your dad can get my Indian passport blocked, my property and bank accounts are all seized, you get me all those back and arrange my safer return to India, and if you do all that I've no reason to sell that porn video."
I looked in his eyes, wondering if I shall trust him or not. They were blank, no sincerity, no vengeance, nor even a shade of lust, as he held me from both shoulders.
"Pooja, we both have to trust each other, Raj can get me killed there with RSS guys and I too can betray you, so it's all about mutual trust."
"I want it first."I replied jerking his heavy hand away from your shoulder. "I'm here in these semi nude clothes at your disposal, so I cannot escape, give me that video and I will do that." I said looking at the stage where a Chinese girl was striping. I felt a sudden sense of shame and humiliation taking over me, for how easily I've given up. The very idea of going at that stage and striping publically as a professional whore was far beyond to my submissive fantasies, even. My throat got all dried and pussy seems too had sucked all water from my body. I shuddered and explode, my hand involuntary moved to Khan's strong shoulder to gain a support or I would have fallen. The orgasm was most sudden in my life. It builds within seconds and jolted my entire cunt like an earthquake.
"No, don't try to seduce me bitch "Pig pushed me away. "If you are so keen to cum Pooja, go up there and those viewers would love watching you Cuming and shivering."
Shocked and frustrated, interrupted at the verge of sudden orgasm my body falls backward. "No... Khan!" I could only cried that when a man from behind help me in his small hands, my ass pressed on his erection. "Take it easy, slut...take it easy." He whispered in my ear and I felt his hand quickly slipping inside my yoga pent and he start rubbing my clitora. "Let me make you cum, huh." He whispered more.
"Ahhhhh....nooooooo, Pleaseeeee, yes yes yes." I grunt so loud that many must have heard me moaning as whore but I was so close to cumming. He was almost as tall as me and I found my hand going around his shoulder for support. "Oooooeeeeeeee ....no no noooooo ...pleaseeee, yesss there." I kept asking him all contrasting things.
"You are almost there..." He replied slipping his three small fingers in my pussy and shook his hand like shaking hand with someone there. A stranger, complete stranger, I could not even recognized in blurred vision of momentary ecstasy is he is Indian or Chinese or what? All I wanted him to make me cum or kill.
"Leave her; she won't cum without getting a big Lauda man." Pervert Khan had nothing to do but discourage that stranger, when he passed those comments.
"What's Lauda?" The fool stopped moving his finger in my blazing cunt, again at the peak.
"Ask her?" Khan replied laughing loud, his voice and joyful face on my suffering. This inflicted me to the core; the pig was having fun of me, when I'm denied of a public orgasm on a stranger's finger. I hated him most for putting me in this situation. "She is most familiar here with Lauda." Khan added.
"Please let me cum." I pleaded looking in small eyes of Chinaman. "No, I meant, let me go please."
"What a confused whore you are?" Chinaman resumed fingering my pussy inside those yoga thong, just when I was about to get out of his hands. His small fingers moved freely all inside my cunt, stroking, shaking, pasting, mashing, and twisting. I felt him so closer to myself, don't know why but I started liking him, felt his small fingers like my own.
"Cum slut, I got lot of work to do." This time he sort of pleaded fingering my pussy hard and fast.
"Yessssssssssssssss ...there... cummingggggggg....cummingggg ...! " I couldn't take it anymore and finally started to spasm and shake in his arm, my hot juices gushing out to shower his three fingers as I explode hard all over in his palm.
It took me awhile to regain my composure. Chinaman has helped me sitting over a stool and was wiping my legs from all over my legs. I looked at Khan and pervert was smiling.
"Congratulation! " He said adding insult to my injury. "Let's get to work, if you have achieved what your cunt keeps seeking every time, everywhere?"
"Watch your tongue you pig, enough is enough." I was now full of rage, humiliated, inflicted, dishonored and treated like a toy by this pervert at a public place. I even tried but could not manage to look at Chinaman, who made me cum.
