When Susan and John returned to their nice apartment, that evening, they were both very subdued. Susan thought back over her very comfortable and rather affluent childhood and her brilliant success in school. Her husband John was in exactly the same position. They just couldn't understand how it had gone so wrong.
They liked Mr and Mrs Macy and the others but they now seemed totally subservient to their erotic desires and there was no way out for the young couple. Susan thought also about Mr Gupta. He really was a nice old Indian man from a very poor background. It was quite strange that he seemed to be so deeply respected by the Macys and everyone else they had met.
Mr Gupta had a quiet dignity and unprecedented authority. When he just looked down at anyone, he or she got immediately subservient, ready to obey him, whatever he would ask for. Susan had noticed that all of the Macy ****** seemed anxious to please him. She appreciated that Mr Gupta was very rich but so was Mr Macy. It went deeper than just money.
Following that naughty evening, everything settled down and they frequently visited upstairs and saw Mr Gupta every two or three days as he came to supervise the building of his new supermarket in the outskirts of their little town but nothing untoward happened. Mrs Macy told them that Mr Gupta was still considering John for a very important job in his chain of greengrocers. Susan was as desperate as her husband. One afternoon, Mrs Macy came to see them. She was quite excited as she told John :
- I think Mr Gupta has decided to appoint you to the job he has been considering for you!
John cried with joy. So did Susan. When they went up to Mrs Macy's apartment that evening, Mr Gupta was there and smiled pleasantly at them. Mr and Mrs Macy and their ******** were with him and Mrs Macy poured everyone a glass of sherry. Nothing was said about the job but the Dale couple was quietly confident. Gupta announced then his intentions :
- John, you know that I'm looking for someone to manage my new supermarket. I had had so much trouble with other English people that I had decided not to hire one but our hosts have convinced me that there are very considerate people hereby and they assured me that you would work hard and be totally faithful and obedient to my orders, would you, John?
- Of course, Mr Gupta!
- I expected it and I will test you for it in a few minutes but a manager in our trade needs the constant support of his wife. Are you ready to do so, Susan?
Mr Gupta looked at her with piercing eyes that seemed to get through her clothes to the very core of her mind!
- I'll obey you completely, too and I won't ever comment your choices, Mr Gupta, if you hire my husband.
- Then I'm going to test how deep your commitment is, too!
Susan heard Mrs Macy ask Mr Gupta :
- Will it be OK if Mary takes Joan into the bedroom to dress her now, Sir?
The Indian man nodded. Mary stood up and led John into her bedroom. Susan felt nervous. She felt somehow that the moment was crucial for their life and she wondered what was going to happen. She didn't have to wait long! Mrs Macy asked Mr Gupta
- How shall I dress her, Sir?
Mr Gupta smiled and replied in a very calm voice :
- Just some small panties will do. Nothing special!
- But Sir, she needs something over it to cover her modesty!
Mr Gupta waived away in a rather nonchalant manner, telling Mrs Macy that she could dress Susan just as she liked providing his instructions were followed! Susan followed meekly the older lady into her bedroom. Mrs Macy handed her a pair of Mary's old knickers saying :
- I think these ones will do, Susan. He will like you in well worn panties!
Susan had undressed swiftly with no complaints. When she had pulled her knickers up, she just asked :
- Wouldn't it be more proper and respectable if I also had a brassiere on, Mrs Macy?
Mrs Macy was unsure and she decided to go back into the lounge and ask Mr Gupta. Susan waited anxiously for her return. She blushed beet root when Mrs Macy returned and told her :
- Sorry, Susan! No brassiere for you today! He will let you wear your panties but he wants to see your tits! But I think this item will protect somewhat your modesty and please him in the same time. He may ask you to remove it later but you won't be totally naked in front of him with your husband watching you at the beginning. Then it will be up to you if you want to secure this job for John!
It was a smart way to put the pressure on Susan and it certainly helped to maintain her perfectly in line. When Mrs Macy led John's wife back into the lounge, she was wearing the knickers Mrs Macy had given her and above it a lace nightie which just covered her butt and her crotch but was almost completely see through, giving the spectators a perfect view on her proud breasts, her wide dark brown areolas and the taut nipples at their center.
The first thing Susan saw was her husband John kneeling on the carpet in front of Mary who seemed to be giving him orders that he was receiving in a very submissive manner. He had a pretty pink silk dress on with a ribbon on his waist and another one in his wig. His dress seemed to be plumped up with full breasts. He looked quite attractive. Mary was adding the last touches to his make up, adding kohl, eye liner and eye shadow in a very sophisticated way to make his eyes looking more elongated and luminous. Mr Gupta was sitting on a comfortable chair watching the proceedings. Mrs Macy whispered in Susan's ear :
- Go and stand in front of Mr Gupta, Susan!
Susan nervously moved over and presented herself in front of the elderly Indian gentleman. She was terribly ashamed of standing in front of him wearing just little white knickers and this slutty outfit. She thought he looked so nice and respectable. He didn't look lecherous or naughty at all. His face seemed impassive and very commandeering. His olive skin and his white hair made him so distinguished! She could easily understand why he was so respected. He spoke gently to her :
- When I was a Janitor in a girls' school in Scotland, they used to tease me but they didn't want to show me their breasts and to let me touch them!
Susan blushed. She felt sorry for the old man. The behaviour of these girls was so gross! At their place, she would never have teased him at the beginning and she would have let him watch her at the very minimum : it would have been just fair! Mr Gupta was such a gentleman! He turned to John who was kneeling in his pretty pink dress and asked him bluntly :
- Do you mind if I look at your wife without her panties, John?
John was embarrassed. He was dressed like a girl and everyone was looking at him wondering how he would react. He thought about his job prospects and succumbed. He replied in a blank tone :
- I don't mind if you see Susan, Mr Gupta. We really want to please you!
Mr Gupta nodded. John was grateful that the old Indian gentleman seemed pleased. Mr Gupta beckoned Mrs Macy over to him and whispered in her ear. It was obvious that both Mr and Mrs Macy respected Mr Gupta very much and wanted to satisfy him. She replied in a strict tone :
- Yes, of course, Mr Gupta. I am sure your little girl will be obedient!
She turned to Susan and transmitted her the new orders :
- Just stand in front of Mr Gupta. Joan is going to slip your knickers down very slowly, Susan! Joan, Mr Gupta wants to see her pubic hair come into view nice and slowly!
Susan did as she was told and Joan followed his instructions to the letter. When his wife's panties were down to her crotch, Mrs Macy held her hand up to stop Joan and asked the Indian man :
- Do you like her pussy hair, Mr Gupta?
The businessman nodded. Mrs Macy turned back and said in the voice of a school head master :
- Take your knickers right off, Susan and open your legs. Mr Gupta wants to see your pussy!
As Susan slipped her panties off, she thought about her refined schooling and her quite respectable mother and father. She thought about her wonderfully happy wedding day to John. She turned to her husband. He looked away in embarrassment. Susan knew she couldn't do anything about it. She lay back in front of the old man and opened her legs showing him her pussy. The old gentleman still looked so dignified. He beckoned Mrs Macy over to him and whispered to her other instructions. Mrs Macy nodded.
- Certainly, Sir! Susan, Mr Gupta wants you to play with your pussy...
Susan felt utterly demoralized and could hardly believe what was happening. She repeated vaguely :
- What? Play with my pussy!!
- Don't be a silly girl! Put your fingers between your legs and play with your cunt!
Mrs Macy was using her very commandeering voice. She would certainly not accept any delay in Susan's obedience!! John's wife again did as she was told. It was most embarrassing as her pussy was so wet : her finger just kept slipping up. Mrs Macy noticed it and told her with a stern voice :
- Add another finger, Susan!
Susan obeyed hastily and slipped another finger into her pussy that was now getting nice, tight and slidy. It felt so lovely that any idea of resisting never materialized. Mr Macy was sitting next to his ******** close to John.
- I like very much watching Susan wanking herself, my dear Joan! She is so pretty and lovely, don't you think so, my dear? We must do this more often!
John absentmindedly nodded and looked away uncomfortably. They all watched in silence as Susan was gradually increasing her tempo and moaning louder and louder. She was almost on the verge of a fantastic climax when Mr Gupta held his hand up to stop her. She found it so difficult to stop fingering herself. Mr Gupta spoke directly to her :
- I am very pleased with you, Mrs Dale and with your husband John. In the past, I have been so often humiliated by people like you, but I can see you both really want to work for me!
Susan and John just nodded dumbly. Mr Gupta turned to Mrs Macy
- Before we proceed with the final interview, could you find some underclothes for Mrs Dale? I would prefer them black, if possible!
Mrs Macy was well prepared and she handed Susan a small black silk petticoat. Susan slipped it on. It partly covered her. Mrs Macy asked :
- Do you want her to wear knickers, Mr Gupta?
He nodded. It was very quiet as Susan pulled her panties up. Mrs Macy whispered in her ear
- He looks pleased with you and John, Susan. He likes to see you smiling.
Susan felt relieved. With her underclothes on, she felt more secure. She didn't want to fail at the last hurdle and stood in front of the old Indian man. Without being asked, she parted her legs wide and gave him a brilliant smile. The old man smiled back. Mary led John over to stand beside his wife. He also felt relieved how things went but felt very girly in his dress.
Mr Gupta told John that he had decided to hire him and that was just what John had hoped for weeks. He also told John about his salary, which was quite sizable, just slightly lower than what he had earned before. It was better than he had ever expected in these circumstances. He also explained what would be his duties which were very onerous and made him a rather important man in Mr Gupta's empire. Susan felt so pleased and proud of her husband.
Mr Gupta did explain that Susan would be the accountant of the supermarket but would stay in charge of the local branch of the accountancy company. She would be personally responsible for the books of her husband. The Indian man told them it would not be necessary for John to become Joan very often, but there would be some occasions if Mrs Macy and her ******** needed it but also when Mr Gupta held private little parties for some Indian friends!
On those occasions, he would like John and his wife to attend. He explained that he had never forgotten his roots in India and some of his old friends were still relatively poor. Some of them were still in awe of upper class beautiful English ladies and it would be necessary for their self esteem, to see that well educated English ladies could be taught to do things that were not expected.
Susan and John were a little unsure what this meant but they reasoned that it would only happen infrequently. With the prospect of his new job, John didn't want to upset the old man with unnecessary questions. Susan was also nervous but was too apprehensive to ask in public. Mr Gupta added amiably.
- That's very good, Mr Dale. Now I think you should put your normal clothes on and return to your apartment. I will want you to start work for me in your new job in one week's time. I've a few other instructions for your wife. It won't take very long, just about one hour!
John blubbered his thanks, he went into the bedroom and dressed. Five minutes later, he left the Macy's apartment after being congratulated once more.
Susan was still in her nightie with the petticoat and the panties. Mr Gupta told her :
- Now we are quiet and things are settled with your husband, perhaps you could take off that nightie : it's quite beautiful but don't you think it may look strange with a petticoat?
Susan hastily removed the nightie, ******** her proud tits to the view of Mr Gupta but also of Mr Macy, his wife and ********! Susan somehow managed to be proud enough to query about the unexpected things that English ladies may have to been taught to do. Mr Gupta smiled.
- There is no need to go into this with too much detail, Mrs Dale! You'll see soon what I'm thinking to but, as you know, my business group is very deeply associated with the greengrocery trade.
Susan nodded, unsure where this was going. Mr Gupta was still so calm and dignified as he continued.
- A lot of my friends have also been associated a great deal with vegetables and various fruits all their lives and it is natural that some fetishes have evolved involving items like these from the greengrocery business!
Susan gasped : she felt very nervous now. Mr and Mrs Macy were keeping total silence as Mr Gupta explained
- I am pretty sure that some of my older friends would like to know how a pretty married English lady could manage a few vegetables! But don't be afraid, my dear, you won't have to perform very often!
Susan was totally out of her depth now and weakly asked
- Could I ask what vegetables you were thinking of, Mr Gupta"
- Of course, Mrs Dale. The main vegetables that jump to my mind would be cucumbers and carrots and things like that. But it could equally apply to fruits like bananas and things with similar shapes... Would you oppose to a vegetarian diet, Mrs Dale? I may still change my ideas about John!
Susan felt a little weak but she spoke up quickly :
- No, Mr Gupta! I am quite sure I will be able to cope with anything your friends may require, Sir!
- It's a wise decision, Susan! Oh, Would you object if I called you Susan, even in front of your husband, sweetie?
- Oh, no, Sir!
- Good! Then, it is settled now. Come nearer, dear!
Mr Gupta negligently pulled down Susan's knickers. She lifted her feet to help him remove them. He threw them away to a corner of the room.
- Susan, next time we are alone without the presence of John, I want you to take off your panties as soon as possible!
- I'll be a good girl, Sir!
- Then straddle me and open your legs to rub your clit on my cock. It's aching for attention!
Mr Gupta knew how to deal with Susan : her clit was extremely sensitive as he had discovered to his intense pleasure. He only needed to touch it like a feather and she approached orgasm at once! He just had to give her a bit more insisting caress and boy : she immediately went straight over the top and that was an impressive spectacle by itself : her whole body shook as the tidal waves of her orgasm tore through her body. Afterward, she got insatiable, pleading or begging to be given other caresses, ready to do anything for just another orgasm. Her pussy was permanently dripping wet and it wasn't just an image!
Mr Gupta had taken Susan in his arms and kissed her full on the lips, their tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths. In the same time, Mr Macy could not have waited any longer. He was rubbing her already engorged clit. She was moaning deeply as he brought her to the verge of a mighty climax.
- On your back on the carpet, girl. Open wide to receive both our cocks!
Susan obeyed instantly, so aroused that she would have done almost anything to be fucked at last! She was so fetching with her legs open wide that Mr Macy couldn't delay any more his satisfaction. Lowering his zipper, he released his hard cock with a sigh of pleasure. He rubbed his knob up and down her wet crack before easing it forward to rub her clit. Susan was getting feverish with anticipation. She was pushing back frantically trying to get his cock into her cunt. Mr Gupta continued to tease her :
- Do you want my big cock into your tender pussy, slut?
- You perfectly know what I want, Sir!
- Then just ask politely to your master!
- Would you be so kind as to fuck your little slave Susan, Master? I'm starved with sex. I need your cock so much! Please, Master!
- Someday, I may ask for the same confession in front of John!
- He would be devastated. He thinks that both of you just use my mouth!
- He would be in for a major surprise if he discovered how his wife has transformed into a slut, greedy for cocks, either English or Indian!
With one thrust, the Indian man entered her tender pussy to the hilt. Susan lifted her legs and crossed them on his back, her tits were crushed by the large weight of her Master. He held her hips tight and started to hump in and out, varying the pace to keep her on the verge but never allowing her to reach that threshold. He perfectly knew that he would drive her mad. She fought to keep her mouth shut not to scream her pleasure that would have surely been heard by John on the lower floor. He would surely have understood as Susan was always very vocal when she reached her climax.
Ten minutes later, Susan was again on her knees in front of uncle Bill with her back to him. He really loved to fuck her doggie style! She automatically pushed her ass back to him, He replied by pushing wildly forward, sliding the full length of his beautiful and so long cock past her slick lips. He was soon deep into her steaming pussy. She felt him banging into her cervix. She began to rock her hips in a circle, sliding her wet pussy back and forth on his stiff shaft. Mr Macy might be much older than her husband John, but he really knew how to service young hot wayward wives. He pulled out completely and immediately after plunged back in. He repeated the move like a jackhammer, gaining depth with each stroke. As he recklessly pumped her pussy with his cock, he grabbed her free pendulous boobs in his hands and mauled them hard.
- Ohhh Gowdd, I love when you fuck me so royally!
Susan moaned desperately as he skewered her to the hilt.
- Mmmmmmm! Yessssss! It's so good! Fuck me deeper! Deeper, I told you, uncle Bill!
Mr Macy rammed his rock hard shaft into Susan's cunt like a much younger man. His balls slapped madly against her clit. She screamed once more when his incessant pounding triggered her second orgasm of the evening. He held desperately to her hips as she buckled under him. She came really hard! Her cunt clamped desperately around uncle Bill's cock, trying to milk him of all his seed. His wild thrusts led her to a third pretty delicious orgasm. She was mewling like a she-cat in heat! As her cunt muscles gripped and clinched at Uncle Bill's poker, he continued to thrust deep into her deliquescent cunt. But he was thrown over the edge, and his orgasm erupted in hot jets deep inside Susan's spasming pussy.
- Oh, my God... oh, God... Fuck... Fuck me hard, Master.
It was the first time she used that name to address him. Somewhere, she relished recognizing his dominance although it had been quite natural with Mr Gupta! Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by just another sudden major climax that rocked her body to its core :
- Aaarrgggghh! Oooohhh! God!!!
It had been fortunate that Mary had switched on radio. Susan screamed her lungs out as her cunt spasmed down on her lover's hot tumescent rod and milked him thoroughly dry. Her pussy tightened closely around the magnificent weapon that fired load after load of his hot white jizzm deep inside her belly. His orgasm reached its end while she still enjoyed the aftershocks of her own. Susan had never realized that a woman's climax was so much longer than a man's. She should thank nature for that immeasurable advantage! She didn't care being dominated by Mr Macy and Mr Gupta if that was the kind of reward she would get!
He slowly pulled out of her cum filled cunt. His shrunk cock was expelled with a loud plop. She found the strength to stand up on wobbly legs. She looked down to her landlord, crouching on the floor with his sperm smeared cock. She realized she had a last duty to perform and he was waiting for just that! She fell on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He had just given her the ride of her life and the least she could do was to clean him with her tongue and mouth. When she had finished, she swallowed it all. She was proud for a well done job! She would have been ready to frolick again with Uncle Bill but he was already snoring, collapsed on the bed. She felt an intense feeling of superiority : women are so much more resilient : no oversize bulging muscles but so much more stamina!
Mr Gupta helped her to retrieve her clothes but he forbid her to clean herself.
- But, my husband will discover my pussy is filled with sperm!
- If that is the case, you'll just tell him it is your pussy juices when you frigged yourself so pleasantly in front of me! Perhaps you could ask him to eat you out! That would be really dirty!
Susan left soon after but Mr Gupta's idea was really so arousing that she decided to transform it into reality! John was still forbidden to fuck her but she had had no orders about tongue licking and Mr Gupta's suggestion was akin to a full fledge authorization!
In order to give her a very satisfying climax, Susan asked her husband to lick her clit and then to clean her pussy from her love juices. John was so pleased that he accepted with no reluctance although he got personally no relief for himself! Afterwards, they chatted about their new situation. John wondered what Mr Gupta had in store for them but he was so grateful toward his new boss that he didn't question his motives. He told Susan not to worry too much about her other unspecified duties until they arose.
They liked Mr and Mrs Macy and the others but they now seemed totally subservient to their erotic desires and there was no way out for the young couple. Susan thought also about Mr Gupta. He really was a nice old Indian man from a very poor background. It was quite strange that he seemed to be so deeply respected by the Macys and everyone else they had met.
Mr Gupta had a quiet dignity and unprecedented authority. When he just looked down at anyone, he or she got immediately subservient, ready to obey him, whatever he would ask for. Susan had noticed that all of the Macy ****** seemed anxious to please him. She appreciated that Mr Gupta was very rich but so was Mr Macy. It went deeper than just money.
Following that naughty evening, everything settled down and they frequently visited upstairs and saw Mr Gupta every two or three days as he came to supervise the building of his new supermarket in the outskirts of their little town but nothing untoward happened. Mrs Macy told them that Mr Gupta was still considering John for a very important job in his chain of greengrocers. Susan was as desperate as her husband. One afternoon, Mrs Macy came to see them. She was quite excited as she told John :
- I think Mr Gupta has decided to appoint you to the job he has been considering for you!
John cried with joy. So did Susan. When they went up to Mrs Macy's apartment that evening, Mr Gupta was there and smiled pleasantly at them. Mr and Mrs Macy and their ******** were with him and Mrs Macy poured everyone a glass of sherry. Nothing was said about the job but the Dale couple was quietly confident. Gupta announced then his intentions :
- John, you know that I'm looking for someone to manage my new supermarket. I had had so much trouble with other English people that I had decided not to hire one but our hosts have convinced me that there are very considerate people hereby and they assured me that you would work hard and be totally faithful and obedient to my orders, would you, John?
- Of course, Mr Gupta!
- I expected it and I will test you for it in a few minutes but a manager in our trade needs the constant support of his wife. Are you ready to do so, Susan?
Mr Gupta looked at her with piercing eyes that seemed to get through her clothes to the very core of her mind!
- I'll obey you completely, too and I won't ever comment your choices, Mr Gupta, if you hire my husband.
- Then I'm going to test how deep your commitment is, too!
Susan heard Mrs Macy ask Mr Gupta :
- Will it be OK if Mary takes Joan into the bedroom to dress her now, Sir?
The Indian man nodded. Mary stood up and led John into her bedroom. Susan felt nervous. She felt somehow that the moment was crucial for their life and she wondered what was going to happen. She didn't have to wait long! Mrs Macy asked Mr Gupta
- How shall I dress her, Sir?
Mr Gupta smiled and replied in a very calm voice :
- Just some small panties will do. Nothing special!
- But Sir, she needs something over it to cover her modesty!
Mr Gupta waived away in a rather nonchalant manner, telling Mrs Macy that she could dress Susan just as she liked providing his instructions were followed! Susan followed meekly the older lady into her bedroom. Mrs Macy handed her a pair of Mary's old knickers saying :
- I think these ones will do, Susan. He will like you in well worn panties!
Susan had undressed swiftly with no complaints. When she had pulled her knickers up, she just asked :
- Wouldn't it be more proper and respectable if I also had a brassiere on, Mrs Macy?
Mrs Macy was unsure and she decided to go back into the lounge and ask Mr Gupta. Susan waited anxiously for her return. She blushed beet root when Mrs Macy returned and told her :
- Sorry, Susan! No brassiere for you today! He will let you wear your panties but he wants to see your tits! But I think this item will protect somewhat your modesty and please him in the same time. He may ask you to remove it later but you won't be totally naked in front of him with your husband watching you at the beginning. Then it will be up to you if you want to secure this job for John!
It was a smart way to put the pressure on Susan and it certainly helped to maintain her perfectly in line. When Mrs Macy led John's wife back into the lounge, she was wearing the knickers Mrs Macy had given her and above it a lace nightie which just covered her butt and her crotch but was almost completely see through, giving the spectators a perfect view on her proud breasts, her wide dark brown areolas and the taut nipples at their center.
The first thing Susan saw was her husband John kneeling on the carpet in front of Mary who seemed to be giving him orders that he was receiving in a very submissive manner. He had a pretty pink silk dress on with a ribbon on his waist and another one in his wig. His dress seemed to be plumped up with full breasts. He looked quite attractive. Mary was adding the last touches to his make up, adding kohl, eye liner and eye shadow in a very sophisticated way to make his eyes looking more elongated and luminous. Mr Gupta was sitting on a comfortable chair watching the proceedings. Mrs Macy whispered in Susan's ear :
- Go and stand in front of Mr Gupta, Susan!
Susan nervously moved over and presented herself in front of the elderly Indian gentleman. She was terribly ashamed of standing in front of him wearing just little white knickers and this slutty outfit. She thought he looked so nice and respectable. He didn't look lecherous or naughty at all. His face seemed impassive and very commandeering. His olive skin and his white hair made him so distinguished! She could easily understand why he was so respected. He spoke gently to her :
- When I was a Janitor in a girls' school in Scotland, they used to tease me but they didn't want to show me their breasts and to let me touch them!
Susan blushed. She felt sorry for the old man. The behaviour of these girls was so gross! At their place, she would never have teased him at the beginning and she would have let him watch her at the very minimum : it would have been just fair! Mr Gupta was such a gentleman! He turned to John who was kneeling in his pretty pink dress and asked him bluntly :
- Do you mind if I look at your wife without her panties, John?
John was embarrassed. He was dressed like a girl and everyone was looking at him wondering how he would react. He thought about his job prospects and succumbed. He replied in a blank tone :
- I don't mind if you see Susan, Mr Gupta. We really want to please you!
Mr Gupta nodded. John was grateful that the old Indian gentleman seemed pleased. Mr Gupta beckoned Mrs Macy over to him and whispered in her ear. It was obvious that both Mr and Mrs Macy respected Mr Gupta very much and wanted to satisfy him. She replied in a strict tone :
- Yes, of course, Mr Gupta. I am sure your little girl will be obedient!
She turned to Susan and transmitted her the new orders :
- Just stand in front of Mr Gupta. Joan is going to slip your knickers down very slowly, Susan! Joan, Mr Gupta wants to see her pubic hair come into view nice and slowly!
Susan did as she was told and Joan followed his instructions to the letter. When his wife's panties were down to her crotch, Mrs Macy held her hand up to stop Joan and asked the Indian man :
- Do you like her pussy hair, Mr Gupta?
The businessman nodded. Mrs Macy turned back and said in the voice of a school head master :
- Take your knickers right off, Susan and open your legs. Mr Gupta wants to see your pussy!
As Susan slipped her panties off, she thought about her refined schooling and her quite respectable mother and father. She thought about her wonderfully happy wedding day to John. She turned to her husband. He looked away in embarrassment. Susan knew she couldn't do anything about it. She lay back in front of the old man and opened her legs showing him her pussy. The old gentleman still looked so dignified. He beckoned Mrs Macy over to him and whispered to her other instructions. Mrs Macy nodded.
- Certainly, Sir! Susan, Mr Gupta wants you to play with your pussy...
Susan felt utterly demoralized and could hardly believe what was happening. She repeated vaguely :
- What? Play with my pussy!!
- Don't be a silly girl! Put your fingers between your legs and play with your cunt!
Mrs Macy was using her very commandeering voice. She would certainly not accept any delay in Susan's obedience!! John's wife again did as she was told. It was most embarrassing as her pussy was so wet : her finger just kept slipping up. Mrs Macy noticed it and told her with a stern voice :
- Add another finger, Susan!
Susan obeyed hastily and slipped another finger into her pussy that was now getting nice, tight and slidy. It felt so lovely that any idea of resisting never materialized. Mr Macy was sitting next to his ******** close to John.
- I like very much watching Susan wanking herself, my dear Joan! She is so pretty and lovely, don't you think so, my dear? We must do this more often!
John absentmindedly nodded and looked away uncomfortably. They all watched in silence as Susan was gradually increasing her tempo and moaning louder and louder. She was almost on the verge of a fantastic climax when Mr Gupta held his hand up to stop her. She found it so difficult to stop fingering herself. Mr Gupta spoke directly to her :
- I am very pleased with you, Mrs Dale and with your husband John. In the past, I have been so often humiliated by people like you, but I can see you both really want to work for me!
Susan and John just nodded dumbly. Mr Gupta turned to Mrs Macy
- Before we proceed with the final interview, could you find some underclothes for Mrs Dale? I would prefer them black, if possible!
Mrs Macy was well prepared and she handed Susan a small black silk petticoat. Susan slipped it on. It partly covered her. Mrs Macy asked :
- Do you want her to wear knickers, Mr Gupta?
He nodded. It was very quiet as Susan pulled her panties up. Mrs Macy whispered in her ear
- He looks pleased with you and John, Susan. He likes to see you smiling.
Susan felt relieved. With her underclothes on, she felt more secure. She didn't want to fail at the last hurdle and stood in front of the old Indian man. Without being asked, she parted her legs wide and gave him a brilliant smile. The old man smiled back. Mary led John over to stand beside his wife. He also felt relieved how things went but felt very girly in his dress.
Mr Gupta told John that he had decided to hire him and that was just what John had hoped for weeks. He also told John about his salary, which was quite sizable, just slightly lower than what he had earned before. It was better than he had ever expected in these circumstances. He also explained what would be his duties which were very onerous and made him a rather important man in Mr Gupta's empire. Susan felt so pleased and proud of her husband.
Mr Gupta did explain that Susan would be the accountant of the supermarket but would stay in charge of the local branch of the accountancy company. She would be personally responsible for the books of her husband. The Indian man told them it would not be necessary for John to become Joan very often, but there would be some occasions if Mrs Macy and her ******** needed it but also when Mr Gupta held private little parties for some Indian friends!
On those occasions, he would like John and his wife to attend. He explained that he had never forgotten his roots in India and some of his old friends were still relatively poor. Some of them were still in awe of upper class beautiful English ladies and it would be necessary for their self esteem, to see that well educated English ladies could be taught to do things that were not expected.
Susan and John were a little unsure what this meant but they reasoned that it would only happen infrequently. With the prospect of his new job, John didn't want to upset the old man with unnecessary questions. Susan was also nervous but was too apprehensive to ask in public. Mr Gupta added amiably.
- That's very good, Mr Dale. Now I think you should put your normal clothes on and return to your apartment. I will want you to start work for me in your new job in one week's time. I've a few other instructions for your wife. It won't take very long, just about one hour!
John blubbered his thanks, he went into the bedroom and dressed. Five minutes later, he left the Macy's apartment after being congratulated once more.
Susan was still in her nightie with the petticoat and the panties. Mr Gupta told her :
- Now we are quiet and things are settled with your husband, perhaps you could take off that nightie : it's quite beautiful but don't you think it may look strange with a petticoat?
Susan hastily removed the nightie, ******** her proud tits to the view of Mr Gupta but also of Mr Macy, his wife and ********! Susan somehow managed to be proud enough to query about the unexpected things that English ladies may have to been taught to do. Mr Gupta smiled.
- There is no need to go into this with too much detail, Mrs Dale! You'll see soon what I'm thinking to but, as you know, my business group is very deeply associated with the greengrocery trade.
Susan nodded, unsure where this was going. Mr Gupta was still so calm and dignified as he continued.
- A lot of my friends have also been associated a great deal with vegetables and various fruits all their lives and it is natural that some fetishes have evolved involving items like these from the greengrocery business!
Susan gasped : she felt very nervous now. Mr and Mrs Macy were keeping total silence as Mr Gupta explained
- I am pretty sure that some of my older friends would like to know how a pretty married English lady could manage a few vegetables! But don't be afraid, my dear, you won't have to perform very often!
Susan was totally out of her depth now and weakly asked
- Could I ask what vegetables you were thinking of, Mr Gupta"
- Of course, Mrs Dale. The main vegetables that jump to my mind would be cucumbers and carrots and things like that. But it could equally apply to fruits like bananas and things with similar shapes... Would you oppose to a vegetarian diet, Mrs Dale? I may still change my ideas about John!
Susan felt a little weak but she spoke up quickly :
- No, Mr Gupta! I am quite sure I will be able to cope with anything your friends may require, Sir!
- It's a wise decision, Susan! Oh, Would you object if I called you Susan, even in front of your husband, sweetie?
- Oh, no, Sir!
- Good! Then, it is settled now. Come nearer, dear!
Mr Gupta negligently pulled down Susan's knickers. She lifted her feet to help him remove them. He threw them away to a corner of the room.
- Susan, next time we are alone without the presence of John, I want you to take off your panties as soon as possible!
- I'll be a good girl, Sir!
- Then straddle me and open your legs to rub your clit on my cock. It's aching for attention!
Mr Gupta knew how to deal with Susan : her clit was extremely sensitive as he had discovered to his intense pleasure. He only needed to touch it like a feather and she approached orgasm at once! He just had to give her a bit more insisting caress and boy : she immediately went straight over the top and that was an impressive spectacle by itself : her whole body shook as the tidal waves of her orgasm tore through her body. Afterward, she got insatiable, pleading or begging to be given other caresses, ready to do anything for just another orgasm. Her pussy was permanently dripping wet and it wasn't just an image!
Mr Gupta had taken Susan in his arms and kissed her full on the lips, their tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths. In the same time, Mr Macy could not have waited any longer. He was rubbing her already engorged clit. She was moaning deeply as he brought her to the verge of a mighty climax.
- On your back on the carpet, girl. Open wide to receive both our cocks!
Susan obeyed instantly, so aroused that she would have done almost anything to be fucked at last! She was so fetching with her legs open wide that Mr Macy couldn't delay any more his satisfaction. Lowering his zipper, he released his hard cock with a sigh of pleasure. He rubbed his knob up and down her wet crack before easing it forward to rub her clit. Susan was getting feverish with anticipation. She was pushing back frantically trying to get his cock into her cunt. Mr Gupta continued to tease her :
- Do you want my big cock into your tender pussy, slut?
- You perfectly know what I want, Sir!
- Then just ask politely to your master!
- Would you be so kind as to fuck your little slave Susan, Master? I'm starved with sex. I need your cock so much! Please, Master!
- Someday, I may ask for the same confession in front of John!
- He would be devastated. He thinks that both of you just use my mouth!
- He would be in for a major surprise if he discovered how his wife has transformed into a slut, greedy for cocks, either English or Indian!
With one thrust, the Indian man entered her tender pussy to the hilt. Susan lifted her legs and crossed them on his back, her tits were crushed by the large weight of her Master. He held her hips tight and started to hump in and out, varying the pace to keep her on the verge but never allowing her to reach that threshold. He perfectly knew that he would drive her mad. She fought to keep her mouth shut not to scream her pleasure that would have surely been heard by John on the lower floor. He would surely have understood as Susan was always very vocal when she reached her climax.
Ten minutes later, Susan was again on her knees in front of uncle Bill with her back to him. He really loved to fuck her doggie style! She automatically pushed her ass back to him, He replied by pushing wildly forward, sliding the full length of his beautiful and so long cock past her slick lips. He was soon deep into her steaming pussy. She felt him banging into her cervix. She began to rock her hips in a circle, sliding her wet pussy back and forth on his stiff shaft. Mr Macy might be much older than her husband John, but he really knew how to service young hot wayward wives. He pulled out completely and immediately after plunged back in. He repeated the move like a jackhammer, gaining depth with each stroke. As he recklessly pumped her pussy with his cock, he grabbed her free pendulous boobs in his hands and mauled them hard.
- Ohhh Gowdd, I love when you fuck me so royally!
Susan moaned desperately as he skewered her to the hilt.
- Mmmmmmm! Yessssss! It's so good! Fuck me deeper! Deeper, I told you, uncle Bill!
Mr Macy rammed his rock hard shaft into Susan's cunt like a much younger man. His balls slapped madly against her clit. She screamed once more when his incessant pounding triggered her second orgasm of the evening. He held desperately to her hips as she buckled under him. She came really hard! Her cunt clamped desperately around uncle Bill's cock, trying to milk him of all his seed. His wild thrusts led her to a third pretty delicious orgasm. She was mewling like a she-cat in heat! As her cunt muscles gripped and clinched at Uncle Bill's poker, he continued to thrust deep into her deliquescent cunt. But he was thrown over the edge, and his orgasm erupted in hot jets deep inside Susan's spasming pussy.
- Oh, my God... oh, God... Fuck... Fuck me hard, Master.
It was the first time she used that name to address him. Somewhere, she relished recognizing his dominance although it had been quite natural with Mr Gupta! Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by just another sudden major climax that rocked her body to its core :
- Aaarrgggghh! Oooohhh! God!!!
It had been fortunate that Mary had switched on radio. Susan screamed her lungs out as her cunt spasmed down on her lover's hot tumescent rod and milked him thoroughly dry. Her pussy tightened closely around the magnificent weapon that fired load after load of his hot white jizzm deep inside her belly. His orgasm reached its end while she still enjoyed the aftershocks of her own. Susan had never realized that a woman's climax was so much longer than a man's. She should thank nature for that immeasurable advantage! She didn't care being dominated by Mr Macy and Mr Gupta if that was the kind of reward she would get!
He slowly pulled out of her cum filled cunt. His shrunk cock was expelled with a loud plop. She found the strength to stand up on wobbly legs. She looked down to her landlord, crouching on the floor with his sperm smeared cock. She realized she had a last duty to perform and he was waiting for just that! She fell on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He had just given her the ride of her life and the least she could do was to clean him with her tongue and mouth. When she had finished, she swallowed it all. She was proud for a well done job! She would have been ready to frolick again with Uncle Bill but he was already snoring, collapsed on the bed. She felt an intense feeling of superiority : women are so much more resilient : no oversize bulging muscles but so much more stamina!
Mr Gupta helped her to retrieve her clothes but he forbid her to clean herself.
- But, my husband will discover my pussy is filled with sperm!
- If that is the case, you'll just tell him it is your pussy juices when you frigged yourself so pleasantly in front of me! Perhaps you could ask him to eat you out! That would be really dirty!
Susan left soon after but Mr Gupta's idea was really so arousing that she decided to transform it into reality! John was still forbidden to fuck her but she had had no orders about tongue licking and Mr Gupta's suggestion was akin to a full fledge authorization!
In order to give her a very satisfying climax, Susan asked her husband to lick her clit and then to clean her pussy from her love juices. John was so pleased that he accepted with no reluctance although he got personally no relief for himself! Afterwards, they chatted about their new situation. John wondered what Mr Gupta had in store for them but he was so grateful toward his new boss that he didn't question his motives. He told Susan not to worry too much about her other unspecified duties until they arose.
