My wife blackmailed and fucked by security guards

[jchboy]

Post edited as I'm disatisfied with some parts of the story. Sorry for the delay

[perfection89]

Originally Posted by harman kardon

cctv in a toilet???

a bit weird lor. rofl.

[redboi]

camping 4 next chapter

[AsiaDick]

One of the best every stories i have read!!!

[zhot]

Keep it going bro. Can't wait for the rest of the story.

[jchboy]

I had actually written about half of part 2 when I realized that, other then anal and DP and more humiliation, it was largely the same as part 1. Kinda boring to write and to read. So I'm going to try a different angle and write the story from Susan's third person point of view, before moving on to the next story arcs. So let me know how it turns out. Will post a new chapter by tonight

[siambee]

up u for gd effort.

[jchboy]

As we approached, the door opened, and standing there was Vikram with a lecherous grin on his face. He let out a low whistle at the sight of my wife, his gaze roaming freely over her tight body with curves emphasized and barely covered. My wife ignored him and, lowering her head, stepped past him to enter the room. But, as she passed, Vikram could not resist and groped her ass cheeks with one large hand. She let out a small yelp and scooted into the room. However, when I tried to follow, Vikram said bluntly, ‘boss say you cannot come in today’, and immediately slammed and locked the door in my face. I could hear Susan asking in a fearful voice what was going on, and frankly, I myself was surprised at this turn of events. What were these men planning for my wife? With no choice left, I made myself comfortable outside the door and tried my best to hear what was going on in the room.

The following part of the story was related to me afterwards by Susan, after we had both accepted her slut wife status.

When Susan heard Vikram turn away John and closed the door, effectively leaving her alone, barely dressed with her three blackmailers, she felt a shiver of fear and anticipation running up and down her spine. Throughout the past few weeks, Susan had been struggling between her lustful desires to be fucked like a common whore and her innate sense of pride, shame and right or wrong. After all, good Chinese girls from a well-off family, not to mention her looks, education and status, should not be begging to be fucked repeatedly by 3 old dirty fat men in a dirty dingy room on a filthy mattress. What would her friends and family say if they knew?

And yet she had came repeatedly. Even after her ordeal, despite her best efforts not to dwell on the ‘rape’ she found her mind drifting back to that day, and inexplicably she would find her pussy getting moist and her hands itching to touch herself. She often wondered why, but was unwilling to admit that it was most likely the humiliation, the sinfulness of it, the dirt, grime, being forced to submit that was such a turn on. Being fucked with John watching made the experience even more wicked and thus satisfying.

But she always managed not to succumb, till the day the letter, dvd and skimpy clothes arrived. The thought of having to dress so skimpily and parade herself like a stripper in front of the 3 security guards, who would then most likely gangbang her again, drove all pride and shame out of her head. She needed the relief! Susan took a huge risk, knowing John was a light sleeper, but she could not control herself and crept up to the entertainment room to watch the dvd of her rape. As scene after sordid scene replayed itself, especially when she was begging John to let Ganesh fuck her, her pussy got wetter and wetter, and she was soon masturbating herself to an orgasm, the first in many weeks, and yet one not as satisfying as the one her on screen persona was having.

And now here she was, back at the scene of her downfall. Susan asked Vikram meekly, ‘what’s going on? Can’t John come?’ Vikram didn’t reply, but merely grabbed her arm and dragged her into the guard’s rest room. In the room, sitting on the couch and already naked, were Alan and Ganesh. Susan shuddered at the sight, they were, if possible, even uglier then she remembered. Fat, middle aged, low-class and ugly, whats more Ganesh and Vikram were Indian! Lets face it, most Singaporean Chinese, especially the older generation, still harbor some racial scorn toward Indians, and Susan was bought up that way as well. But, only a few weeks ago, her lithe legs had been wrapped around their dark asses as they plunged their cocks into her moist, willing Chinese pussy. And here she was now, barely dressed, showing off her assets for the three filthy guards who would most likely fuck her repeatedly again. Inexplicably, even as she shuddered at the thought of their filthy hands touching her flawless body, she felt her pussy getting moist at the thought of getting tightly filled with big cock...

[jchboy]

How bros, like the different point of view?

[boring_guy_sg]

Originally Posted by jchboy

How bros, like the different point of view?

nice, just wondering , have u ever let your wife read your stories .
so talented

[zhot]

Originally Posted by jchboy

How bros, like the different point of view?

hmmmm. looks good. maybe u can post another part using this method again? but more on the sexual side. maybe then we can see how its like? but then again. so far everything is good bro.

[Hollow man]

Super nice story bro, keep it up

[noobcomer]

TS really into the NTR play(netorare, which seeing your girl succumb to other man in jap) like me lol
Really good story here, cant wait for your next installment

[Hollow man]

more please, very fast gain gain liao leh, thank you.

[jchboy]

Vikram had stripped as well and joined Ganesh and Alan on the sofa. Dressed in such a arousing fashion, Susan felt an absurd sense of shame and arousal as the three lechers gawked at her barely covered assets. ‘Wah boss you got good taste in clothes man!’ Alan said. ‘Yah boss, see already my cock mari kita haha!’ added Vikram. Sure enough, to Susan’s horror, the three cocks which had fucked her lovehole weeks ago were now erecting to their full size. ‘How did I ever fit those cocks into my pussy’, wondered Susan as she looked upon the three cocks, all longer and thicker then her husband’s.

‘Come girl,’ Ganesh ordered. Catwalk to us then back to the opposite wall.’ Susan realized that, to these men, she was little more then a stripper, a piece of delectable flesh for them to sate their lust upon. But despite her shame and reluctance, she knew she had to comply. She walked toward the three men, aware of how every step made her soft creamy boobs jiggle in the tight bra. The look of lust in the men’s eyes were palpable as they feasted their eyes on the young forced wife before them. Things got worse when she turned around and started to walk back to the wall. The heels emphasized her slim legs and sway of her hips, while the skirt was barely long enough to cover her buttocks, encased in a pair of lacy oink panties. Susan heard the three men cheering and whistling behind her. ‘Wah lan eh see her kah cheng buay tahan liao! Must fuck her doggy later’ She heard Alan exclaim. Again, she felt a wave of arousal at the thought of taking Alan’s thick cock in her tiny pussy.

‘Now keep your legs straight and bend over,’ ordered Ganesh. Susan flushed with shame and bent over slowly as far as she could, grabbing her ankles with her hands. She knew what a sight she must be presenting to the three blackmailers. Her slender legs, the muscles taut and emphasized by her heels, leading up to her creamy pert buttocks, and her most secret part protected only by a thin piece of semi transparent cloth. She felt her pussy began to moisten again and hoped that the wet patch wouldn’t be visible. Thankfully, the men didn’t mention anything. ‘Now’, Ganesh ordered, ‘crawl back here like a bitch and suck our cocks.’ Alan and Vikram laughed at their boss’s ‘witty’ remark.

All this time I was outside the room, and thanks to the low quality thin walls I could hear everything clearly, even the clicking of Susan’s heels on the floor. Imagine how I felt, being able to hear Ganesh asking my wife to parade her body like a prostitue, but not being able to see what was going on.

While I was trying to picture what was going on in the room, Susan had gotten on her knees and was crawling toward the three grotesque men. ‘Eh look up at us leh!’ ordered Alan. ‘You think you sadako ah!’ Susan swallowed her shame and looked up at the security guards. She knew she was pretty. After all, hadn’t she used her looks all these years to get her way with men? So she knew she must have been a delectable sight to the three men, her angelic face looking straight at them, her heaving bossom almost popping out of her skimpy top. She knew she was going to get roughly fucked again soon, this time without alcohol to dull her senses and inhibit her shame. But still she felt her pussy moisten as she got closer to the sofa.

Susan finally reached the sofa. Dangling only a few cm in front of her pouty lips was Ganesh’s dark, large cock and his hairy balls. She could smell the sweat and urine odor of a penis that didn’t get frequent cleaning. Even with John, she had always insisted he wash his cock with soap thoroughly before giving him a blowjob. Ganesh’s cock was filthy, but Susan couldn’t help marveling at the length and girth of it. After all, John’s cock was the only cock she had ever saw, and it was only 5 odd inches, not to mention not as thick. Without realizing it, she realized that she had grasped the base of Ganesh’s cock with one dainty hand. Her fair skin and the engagement ring on her finger stood out in stark contrast to Ganesh’s dark cock, something that didn’t escape her notice as Ganesh’s cockhead seemed to threaten her. ‘Oh what would my family and friends say if they knew I’m kneeling in front of a dirty Indian about to suck his cock!’ she wondered

Ganesh was getting impatient. He grabbed the back of Susan’s head and pulled her mouth toward his cock. Susan closed her eyes and mouth but could not shut out the odor and taste as Ganesh rubbed his cockhead against her lips. She felt another hand snaking under her bra and knew that if she did not comply soon that same hand would be twisting her pink nipples painfully. Resigned to her fate, Susan opened her mouth and Ganesh slid his weapon in between her moist lips.

As Susan continued orally pleasuring Ganesh, she slowly became accustomed to the overwhelming smell of Ganesh’s pubic region. In fact, she was starting to discover that she liked the feel of a large cock filling her entire mouth, and felt an absurd sense of pride that she was able to deepthroat him with no trouble unlike their last encounter. Her hands were soon directed to Alan’s and Virkam’s cocks, and she was now pleasuring three men simultaneously. She finally opened her eyes to see Ganesh with his head thrown back in pleasure as he felt her warm wet tongue caressing his shaft, while Vikram and Alan were watching with great interest at Ganesh’s dark cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Determined to show these men that she was no novice, she took Ganesh’s cockhead into her mouth and flicked her tongue around his peehole vigorously, earning a satisfied groan from Ganesh and a surprised grin from Vikram and Alan.

Alan and Vikram soon wanted to sample Susan’s oral skills as well. Her head was now directed to Alan’s, and as she opened her mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his girth, her hand was directed to Ganesh’s cock. After a few minutes, Vikram’s cock took its place in her mouth, and so on and so forth. Outside the door, I could only hear faint slurping sounds and the occasional moan from the security guards.