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Perhaps some background is in order. Having studied very hard, Swati had graduated from her school with honours. Although her parents were not thrilled that she had rejected their choice of husband, they had eventually relented and she married her classmate Siva. Much to their delight, the young lovers both found jobs as IT professionals at the same company. Five years later, they arrived in America. It was supposed to be a two year contract with an option to extend if business continued to improve.
In the beginning, everything went exceptionally well. The combined salary was sufficient to allow them to rent a nice condo and still send some money back home to help out their parents. It even began to look like they might be able to apply and become official citizens of the US. Life seemed good. Almost too good. And then the roof fell in, at least it did for Swati.
The exact details are really unimportant. It is enough to know that she did something incredibly stupid and got caught at it. But here in America, sex was so... Open. Sex shops. Theaters. Shows. And of course, the Internet. Swati had become somewhat addicted to Internet porn. Not just any porn, but BDSM and humiliation. No one, not even Siva was unaware of her indiscretions. That is no one except the janitor who had caught her watching a movie clip after hours and then followed her into the restroom where she had gone to masturbate.
Now, much to her utter horror, she found herself kneeling in front of the black janitor, someone who would have been an untouchable back home, with his fat cock deep in her mouth.
"There you go Swati," he hissed. "You just keep that up and you don't have anything to worry about."
As she continued her unwilling ministrations, she thought about the consequences Fitzroy had threatened. Dismissal. Deportation. Divorce. Worse still, the degradation of her family finding out and the ultimate dishonour that would bring to them all. It was like one of those movies. She had no choice but to submit when he promised to keep her secret, for a price. She just never thought the price would be so high or so degrading.
It had been the web porn stars that had gotten her into this mess and now having watched them perform, Swati knew what Fitzroy expected from her. With a pit the size of a grapefruit in her stomach, Swati began to work her tongue around the thick black meat invading her mouth. This was bad. This was the worst. She couldn't believe what she was actually doing, or with whom. Or as she would have said back home, what. But somehow the depth of her degradation was causing a slight tingle in her groin
As Fitzroy groaned above her, she thought about the different castes back home in India. The "Untouchables" were the lowest of the low. Actually so low that they were below the class system all together. Their skin had the darkest hue. They worked with garbage and sewage and all manner of disgusting things. Just like this janitor standing in front of her.
Her family had been firmly ensconced in the Vaishya caste. Merchants, artisans, landowners. Certainly well above the class of peasants and farmers, and well out of reach of the untouchables. And yet, here she was with one. Not only touching him, but with his most private part buried deep in her wet mouth.
The on-line stories she had read about bondage and submission had excited her greatly. Women being forced to do things. Nasty things. Sex things. They had been very arousing to read. Then the movies and video clips. To think of those women being forced to do such nasty things had touched her somewhere deep inside. And where it touched her, it had started a little fire burning. As she sucked, she felt that little fire growing. She was one of them now.
"Now you look up here at me slut." The word sent a jolt to her core. "Don't you go closing your pretty dark eyes. A man likes to see a woman looking up at him when she has his dick in her mouth. A man likes to know that woman knows who she is sucking."
With no real choice in the matter, Swati obeyed his command. Opening her eyes, she could clearly see the thick mat of nappy black hair at the base of the spike of flesh she was sucking. Clearly see how much bigger it was than her husband's relatively tiny member. As she turned her face to look upwards her gaze passed his rippled abdomen, to his tight chest and finally to those piercing eyes which seemed to gaze directly into her soul.
"That's a good girl now. You just keep that up and I'll have a nice present for you real soon."
At those words an icicle of fear speared her in the gut. Did he mean?
"No. No I can't," she began after pulling her mouth free. "No you cannot cum in my mouth. Anywhere in me for that matter."
"Oh honey. Yes I can, and yes I will, and yes you will, or it's out you go. Understand? You don't have a choice. I will do what I want and you will cooperate, or you and your family will be ruined."
It was a stretch, Fitzroy knew, since she hadn't really done anything worth more than a reprimand, but he was playing this game for keeps and he meant to get a lot of sex out of this little gal. A lot. Fitzroy had noticed her almost right away. He loved his women short and stacked and Swati was both. Not an inch over five foot three with at least a double D chest.
As he thought of what those luscious big boobs would look like and how they would feel in his hands, he felt his balls tighten in preparation to unleash their pent-up load.
"OK baby. You're doing a good job. Good for our first time anyway. But now I'm getting ready to unload and you're gonna just swallow it all down. You hear?"
A rush of panic flooded Swati's brain. She had performed oral on Siva a few times, mostly when she got tired of his begging, but she had never swallowed and she didn't want to now.
"No... Please," she gasped as she pulled off his throbbing dick. "I don't swallow. You can't cum in my mouth. You can't cum in me anywhere. My husband will know. I can't. You can't..."
"I told you bitch. Yes you can, and yes you will," Fitzroy growled. "Either that or..." He let the thinly veiled threat hang in the air.
Panicking even more now, Swati returned her lips to his cock, intending to pretend to choke and pull away at the last instant. As she continued to suck him, she felt his already large cock stiffen and swell even more. When she felt it pulse between her pursed lips, she began to pull back to make her escape, but her tormentor was ready.
