This was a request from a friend, and is interracial (Caucasian lady and two Pakistani men), but it also deals with CNC, Nonconsent (or the fantasy of such), verbal degradation, slut shaming to a small extent, Infidelity, and public sex. It also features unsafe sex, creampies (This is fiction, use condoms people!) and manhandling/rough sex. No offense is intended by the interracial characters, all is based on a real experience, and I am told they are gentlemen in reality.
This was way out of my realm of experience, but good fun to write, there may be a sequel.
Jenna was rushing home after a busy day, work had been chaotic and she hadn't had chance to see her Domme since two weeks ago when she had left for Italy. Having their arrangement change to long distance was odd and jarring, but they managed, and Jenna had a secondary male Dom who was happy to offer aftercare and sessions on the advisement of her Domme. It was a safe and comfortable arrangement.
Perhaps too much so, because Jenna had been feeling bratty lately, she usually thrived on praise, and soft encouragement, but also discipline when needed, she was a good sub. She had always disliked verbal degradation and name-calling, only very rarely liking a rough session when she allowed the word 'Slut' to be used.
Yet this week her filthy imagination was running away with her, every time she went to the corner shop near her home, a tiny little convenience store, she lit up. The owner had been there a very long time, an older Pakistani man who she assumed to be in his sixties. He had always been kind and always made her laugh, his son, who was about 30 had been there for just as long.
When she hit her twenties, they would both be even more cheeky and somewhat flirty when she went in, being a curvy, busty blonde she was used to the stares to her bust, but their eyes would burn through her. That had continued on into her thirties, and even her Domme, who had gone in with her once had commented on it, laughing proudly.
Jenna was shy, and would blush at the drop of a hat, even at 36 that hadn't changed.
Except lately her flustered smiles and blushes had turned to wondering, she knew the old man was married, as was his son, so she shouldn't be having these thoughts. But she started wondering what would happen if she went in there in a pretty little summer dress that perhaps showed a bit too much leg, what if she bent over to see what was on the bottom shelf, would she feel their eyes on her?
There was something filthy and naughty about imagining sucking one of them behind the counter, or being bent over said counter and fucked while they called her a dirty little slut. Maybe they would both use her?
It was driving her wild, it wasn't like she wanted anything more from them, she didn't usually mess with anyone married. Just a dirty bit of fun in a semi-public place. It was the amalgamation of all their flirting, and her sudden want to be used like a slut. She knew they both had a slight disdain for women, and that would usually raise her hackles. But there was a part of her that wanted to take their idea of a 'slut' and turn it into a situation where they were actually giving her all she wanted in the process of degrading her.
She blurted it out last week to her Domme, who had said she would see what she could do. She had heard nothing more about it. So, when she went to the shop in her fairly modest long cotton summer dress she was expecting more of the same usual laughter and cheeky flirting comments. But it was fairly quiet, Hazam the son was stocking cigarettes behind the counter, and his dad Awan was nowhere in sight.
She seemed to be the only one in the shop, so she let her mind wander as the radio played and she looked over the wide range of fizzy drinks. The shop was cool and air conditioned in the summer heat so she enjoyed the slight chill on her arms.
She honestly didn't hear Awan come up behind her, but she suddenly felt hands on her ass and she yelped, jumping in shock. Strong old hands held her arms still, as Awan, who she could see it was from a brief glance back, rubbing against her ass. Pulling her roughly to lean on the fridge and manhandling her to jut her ass out and kicking her legs open.
She was in a pleasant state of shock as he stepped forward and rubbed against her, his hands roughly palming her ass as he muttered harsh words she couldn't understand.
She shivered as he slapped her ass hard and she flinched, loving the brief sting of pain. His hands ruched up her dress skirt, and clever fingers stroked over her panties, muttering a harsh "slut" when he found them damp. His fingers yanked her panties aside and pinched at her clit before he thrust two inside making her hiss. He slapped her ass again, pulling her hair as he held a finger to her lips in a sign to be quiet. She did, head dropping as he thrust fingers inside her wetness, making her want to moan.
