Warning, this is a bit hardcore please don't be offended.
Hello all it is Shazia again.
I honestly didn't think I would get to enjoy any more sexual encounters to write to you all about but my life has taken some strange twists and turns.
To remind you a bit about my background, my husband divorced me when my son was born and he found out it wasn't his. (It is clear his father was black as my son looks totally black as well).
My husband of course told everyone about it to make sure my name was mud.
I eventually went back to live in Pakistan but word had got round my parents village as well so I couldn't stay there for the shame. (Being so strictly religious they felt ashamed by my presence as well).
Then my mum said a distant uncle (more of a friend of the family) living in the village where my mum grew up offered to put us up. I jumped at the chance as I couldn't stand the looks, comments and gossip anymore, so my son and I ended up moving to live with him.
Let me tell you about uncle Rahim. I only knew him from my mum (my dad never spoke about him) but I didn't know exactly how my family knew him. He is a very large man, old fashioned man and very gruff. This intimidated me but I was grateful to be out of my parents village.
Uncle Rahim used to work his own land so was really well built. He had made some money and had taken some workers on to work his land now and had a helper in the house as well.
He had remained single all these years which was odd as he was good looking, chiselled features and a tall muscular body. He also had really nice green eyes (which matched my green eyes exactly).
He used to play cards and drink a lot especially with his male servant Balvant Singh.
Balvant was an ox of a man. Shorter but stockier in build. You could tell this was from years of manual labour. The both of them seemed to enjoy each others company. Balvant Singh always talked politely and submissively to me calling me "mem saahb."
My son and I settled in OK and despite a little unease at being the only girl in the house, I was comfortable and quickly fell into a routine. Any main jobs were done by Balvant but I did a little house work as well to help. I became like the lady of the house and basically did what uncle asked me to around the house almost like a dutiful wife to him.
I got on really well with both of them and began to really like them. Uncle would playfully make nice comments about me and how i looked, which I began to enjoy.
Balvant remained the faithful loyal servant and was always submissive around me. He tended to a lot of my small personal needs as well.
I also spent a lot of time nursing my son who couldn't seem to get enough of feeding from my breasts. After having tino's baby my waist quickly snapped back to its tiny size but my breasts swelled so big my dresses could not contain them anymore. I couldn't conceal them when I fed my baby.
Many times I could see uncle or Balvant either steal glances or just outright stare at my breasts when I was nursing him.
I didn't mind at first as a little teasing made me feel good about myself as well.
After having lived there for a few months, One night I overheard the male servant having a drunk conversation with uncle and they started talking about me.
In their drunken state they both started saying nice things about how I looked and how I was a good worker.
Then Balvant said something that shocked me,"Us randi ko us kale ne achi thara lun diya hoga. Dekthe nehi uska harami batcha ko kese sambalthi he sali, itne pyar se. Vo uske mame chus chus kar thaktha hi nehi. Hume tho kab moka milega?"
("That whore must have enjoyed that black guys cock so much, look how she looks after the bastard black baby with so much love. He sucks her tits all day long without tiring, when do we get a turn?")
I was hurt by this especially as I thought I had escaped my parents village to leave these types of comments, but I didn't say anything. Instead I decided to enrage them even more. I started to walk around the house without my hijab. I started to breastfeed more openly with less to conceal my breasts. I made sure every feed was in front of uncle or Balvant. Their eyes almost popping out when they would see me.
The contrast of Tino's dark black baby suckling on my large milky white breasts must have had an effect on them as I would often see them adjusted their underwear whilst staring at me.
Eventually uncle confronted me about it and I told him what I heard them say.
He apologised but explained that balvant's wife had died a long time ago and uncle himself was single so it was just single men making jokes not meaning to offend.
He also told me about how much Balvant missed his wife and how she died. I felt really sorry for him.
But uncle then also added that they didn't mind if I continued doing what I was doing and didn't cover up when feeding. He gruffly almost instructed me to keep them entertained in this way.
"The cheeky git." I thought.
Having seen and understood a different side to them, over the next weeks I genuinely started to warm to them even more and slowly developed real affection for them both.
I laughed at them when they made playful but lewd comments about me and started to revel in the attention.
On one occasion whilst I was nursing when uncle came over to me and stared openly at my breasts.
Then he muttered aloud to himself but directing it at me, "Kitna acha lagtha he. Kala bacha thumhari gori mamme chustha. Sab ko patha chaltha he kale ka mota lun their chut ko par chuka he. Gori gori larki aur kala kala lun. Jese hona chahiye."
(That's looks so good a black baby suckling on your pale white tits. Shows everyone that you take big black cock. Pale skin girl fucking big black guys. As it should be.")
I was shocked and turned on all at the same time. The crudeness of his language and thevpucture he created in my mind.
It was soon the month of ramadhan and as uncle was not religious I was the only one fasting in the house. The days were so hard as it is the summer months but I made sure I kept my fasts.
Uncle felt uncomfortable probably from guilt but he actually started to chastise me for fasting.
"What if your milk dries up. The baby will go hungry." He would make excuses and criticise my strictness.
"Just like your father, he made your mum into a religious woman as well you know." he taunted a bit angrily, touching a bit of a nerve in me but I didn't say anything.
About a week of these comments went by and uncle was getting more and more wound up.
One day uncle called me to him. It was late afternoon, my prayer time. I had my full hijab and veil on. I needed to go quickly but uncle insisted I go to his room. They had both been drinking heavily and had just started playing poker.
Uncle asked me to get him some snacks so I quickly fetched them.
As I came back I heard Balvant shout, "haaaa, meh jeet gaya!" ("Yes, I have won!") and did a quick bhangra dance.
Seeing me he grabbed me and hugged me. I cheered for him not really knowing what that meant or what he had one.
He said to me, "what prize should I ask for?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"Ask for whatever you want?" I said
"OK. I want you to sit in my lap through the next hand." he responded.
As I picked my jaw up from the floor he repeated his statement to confirm his request,
