Disha’s Dilemma Chapter 1

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Disha’s Dilemma Chapter 1Author’s note. I’m in the process of writing chapter 2. So open to idea’s for Disha’s future adventures. *****To Dan, Disha’s beauty seemed amplified by her mocha skin and jet black hair. He watched intently as Disha tucked her near transparent white blouse into her black pleated miniskirt. Even now, in her early-twenties, her school uniform fitted like she was a young sixteen. For obvious reasons, Dan always loved his wife wearing this particular outfit. He sat in silence on his chair, feeling himself harden as she sat cross legged on the bed, showing a hint of her white cotton panties. Disha laughed and smiled into the laptop screen until the sound of the bell caused her to stand from the bed. As with every show, within seconds of her routine starting, Disha was bombarded with requests to show her pussy. But she knew making them wait would earn her more money. Disha began strutting on the black six inch heels, from one corner of the room to the other then back again. Her strides were confident and her turns were sultry. Every couple of paces, she would ride her skirt high up her nubile thigh while blowing a luscious kiss towards the camera. Every carefully choreographed moved caused the laptop to ring, signalling that the punters approved, lavishing her with tips.Disha knew her routine well, slipping off her yellow tie before letting it drop through her fingers to the pink carpet. Out of sight of the lens, Dan rubbed his cock as he watched his wife slowly unbutton her white silky blouse, button by button.Slowly but deliberately, Disha climbed onto the bed. She knelt in front of the camera, then ever so carefully, let her blouse slip from her tiny shoulders, revealing her black and silver laced plunge bra. On cue, the laptop rang… filling her model account with well earned credits. Turning her back to the camera, Disha dropped on all fours, pushing her arse up high. Her short platted dress slipped up, exposing her white cotton panties.Disha peeked over her shoulder and smirked into the camera. She then slapped both her cheeks, pulling them apart, feeling the cotton straining against her nether lips. Disha giggled as she turned to face the camera. “I think I need some serious tips if you want to see more?” Within seconds her laptop was ringing louder than ever. “I guess I better get started then?” She reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward and down her long and slender arms. Her youthful breasts touch the camera as she leaned over to pick up a bottle of massage oil. Spilling some warm oil into her hands she proceeded to massage her glistening tits in front of the lens. Disha glanced at her husband, who, off cam, continued to wank his hard shaft. Smiling, she focused back on the camera. Closing in to give her punters a close up, she squeezed her breasts together before playing with her large rock-hard nipples. Resting on her back, Disha kept her legs closed as she raised them into the air. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic straps of her panties, before slowly pulling it down her long silky legs. She then drew her legs in, so she could lift her knickers from her black six inch heels, before throwing it to her husband. Dan caught the underwear then pressed it against his face. Inhaling deeply, the musky scent of his wife’s pussy thrilled his senses. His mouth moistened as he tasted her femininity. Staring at Disha, the idea that she was exposing herself to thousands of people around the world drove him crazy. Disha slowly spread her long legs, revealing her clean shaven mound. Pulling her pussy lips apart with her fore and middle finger, she exposed her pinkness. Her vixen smile promised much as she explored her vagina before plunging her middle finger deep inside. The HD camera captured every second of Disha’s pleasure. On finding her spot, she threw her head back in ecstasy. Her moans and groans filled the room and echoed down the bandwidth and around the globe. ~The show had finished and Disha lay exhausted on the bed. Her punters had emptied their wallets and shot their load. So had Dan. He cleaned himself up then tossed his spent tissue into the litter bin. Yet, he still wanted more from Disha. Jumping from his chair Dan threw himself on top of his wife. “You’ve worked me into a craze.””You’re joking, I’m exhausted.””Please. Just a quickie.””Get off, Dan. I’m not in the mood””But I’m so horny.””I’m fed up. A bit depressed, really.”Dan groaned as he gazed into Disha’s dark shimmering eyes. “I know it would be wrong to say you liked the job, but I thought you liked the money. You earn hundreds a week.””It’s not just about money, though, is it? I’m better than this. I have a masters degree in finance, i shouldn’t be stripping for money… no matter how well it pays.””We’re going to get you that spouse visa to allow you to work legitimately. You just need to bide your time.””Are we though? We need sixty grand… only a miracle would see us get that.””We don’t need the sixty. I just need to earn enough to meet the annual threshold. I’ve that told you that, a millions times, I’m due a promotion too. So just show a bit of bloody patience.””Dan. Patience wears thin when you strip online for a living.” Disha’s voice sounded strained by emotion. “Plus, it’s not like i’ve haven’t been patient. You’ve been telling me about your potential promotion for almost a year.””I’ve already explained to my boss about our situation. He seemed very sympathetic.””Don’t talk to me about your boss. I’ve always told you that Mike is taking advantage of you. He has no intention of giving you a promotion. Not a fair one, anyway. He’s stringing you along like a puppeteer.””I know what you’re saying. But besides the lottery, Mike is our only hope.”Disha closed her eyes as she slipped into thought. She knew the answer before she even asked, “Don’t shut me down. But would you consider coming back with me to Pakistan? Just a couple of years to earn enough money to come back and set up a good life here in the UK?””Of course I won’t. I’m a white skinned Brit… I wouldn’t last a minute.”Disha groaned and pushed her hand on Dan’s chest, rolling him off her tiny frame. “Then I have to earn the money by the only means I have.””Leave it to me. Please.””I have and it’s got us nowhere.””I’ve tried my best.” “I know you have. It’s just… I wouldn’t complain if I wasn’t desperate.” Disha felt tears oozing from her tear ducts. “I feel as though i’m wasting my life.””Plead to your parents. Tell them j””They have disowned me because of you.. Besides, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me struggle after telling me for so long, how we were a bad match.”Dan swallowed deeply, having been abruptly reminded of his difficult past. “It’s not because of me that your parents don’t speak to us… it because of their backward, small village mindset.””I know. It was just a shame we couldn’t all come to a compromise.”Dan’s let his anger surface. “If you’re on about me choosing not to convert… I have my own beliefs. Just as you have yours.””You know that you didn’t have to truly believe. I just wanted you to go along with it to please them.””I can’t live a lie.””I respect that. But surely it’s better than this.””Listen. the situation infuriates me every bit as much as it does you.” Dan put his arm around his beautiful wife then pressed his lips on her temple. “We will be fine… we have a roof over our heads and a kitchen full of good food. Anyway, I married you because I love you. No matter what, we’ll be together.””That’s just it… You won’t follow me to Pakistan. You made that point perfectly clear.””I know an answer will come from somewhere. I mean. I never thought a beautiful woman such as you could fall for me. Not to mention near enough sell her body to stay with me.””It would have been more romantic if you said fight to stay with you, rather sell myself. But maybe that what I will have to do, to put an end to this shitty situation.””What?””Well. I can’t be an i*****l my whole life. It’s not fair. Maybe it will be a sacrifice that will lead to a brighter future for us both ” The laptop bleeped to the tune of an incoming email. “That’s another customer wondering where I am.” Disha glanced at the screen. “Come on, l have to get back.””What’s got into you?””I’m desperate.””But that desperate? Desperate enough to sell yourself?”Dish snapped. “If you won’t come to Pakistan, then at least let me do this. I’m not naive. I know it will be a nightmare. But least, at some stage, we can fulfill our dreams. “”But you’re my wife?””Don’t behave all jealous or insecure. It was your idea for me to be cam model while I studied.””Yes. but?””You always fantasized about me with other men.””Yes. But it was just a silly phase… this is real life. I care for your welfare. At least think about it? Be rational for God’s sake.”””I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Look. Dan. Do I have your support or not? Because If I don’t… I don’t see a bright future for us… I don’t think we’ll make it as a couple… because i’m damned if i’m going to live my life as a desperate housewife.””Dish…” Dan could see the fire in Disha’s eyes. So bowed his head then muttered. “Yes. Yes you do. You will always have my support.”Disha continued to talk while touching up her makeup in the bedroom mirror. “I really need to get back. Listen, while I’m working, come up with some plans… maybe start looking at setting up webpage or make a list of agencies. But i’m not going to based in some grotty brothel… Aim high.”Disha stared at her computer screen as she typed in the chatroom. The other user present was one of her regular clients BigMike80. A client who she knew was relatively local. Her heart fluttered… but she decided to promote her new services.You: HiBigMike80: Hi DishaYou: Got some good news xxxBigMike80: Great. Hit me.You: Well, u knw u keep askin if I do… escortingBigMike80: PLEASE GOD!! You: Only if the price is right of course.BigMike80: Rates? You: What do you think i’m worth?BigMike80: Well, to my limited experience… I can get a good looking girl for around £150 quid an hour. You: I can earn almost that, just by modelling. Plus i’m more than just… good looking. Right?BigMike80: Of course. I’d go higher to taste your sweet pussy. You: So?BigMike80: £300You: £500 and you pay all expenses – room, my travel etc.BigMike80: Jesus. £500??? I hope you mean rupees, not pound sterling. You: £500 Sterling. BigMike80: £450 You: 500 per hour.BigMike80: Deal. God. You drive a hard bargain. Can tell you’re Asian. You: I’ll be worth it. Disha already muğla escort had her first client… but immediately felt out of her depth.~Disha found Dan in the darkened living room where he sat slumped on the couch, watching the news while nursing a beer in his right hand. “Dan…” She could barely breathe for her papillations. “Dan…”“Whoa, whoa. Take a seat. Relax. What’s wrong?”As Dan moved over to make space on the couch, Disha sat beside him, her tiny frame wrapped in a dressing gown. “I already have a customer.”“Oh Christ.”“I suppose it’s a good thing. We’ve arranged for this Friday. 9PM”Dan twiddled his thumbs… unsure how to react or what to think. “How… how much?”“£500.”“What? You spending all night with him?”“No.” Disha couldn’t lift her head but displayed what closely resembled a smile. “Just for an hour.”“Fucking hell. £500 for one hour. Might start selling my own arse if that’s the sort of money you can get.”“You have a hairy arse, Dan.”“I can shave it.”“And what about the angry pimples?”Dan cringed while scratching his scalp through his hair. In truth he felt surprisingly hurt by his wife’s criticism about his unattractive backside. “OK… OK. Point taken… I’m no rent boy.” Wrapping his arm about his delicately built wife, he brought her closer so she could snuggle into his flank. “So. You’re going ahead with this? You really don’t have to, you know.”“Of course I do. And i will… even if it kills me.”“Disha. Come on. Don’t say such things.”“No. I will. I’ve made my mind up.”“Then I will support you. Give you my all. I’m part of this mess anyway. You’re doing this for me,, after all.”“Thanks Dan. I’ll need your love, Look…” Disha showed her hand. “I’m shaking with nerves..”“ I’ll make sure you’re never in real danger. That’s why I’m your husband. I promised to love you no matter what.”“Me too. Can’t believe how naive we were, thinking that marriage would resolve all our visa problems. ”“I know. Daft beyond words.”Disha wiped her tearful face across Dan’s shoulder. “That I should come to this… Selling myself.” But his familiar scent comforted her. “ But at least I have you at my side.” “What’s his name?.”“At the moment, I only knew his username, BigMike80.”“Mike? I hope it’s not Mike… my boss.”“God. You don’t think it is… that Mike. Do you?”“Nah.” Dan did his best to sound confident, even if there remained a seed of doubt. “ I mean, he would have told me that he wanks over my wife on a nightly basis.” He took a sip of his beer, swilling the now lukewarm fiz around the inside of his mouth. “ Believe me, he would take great pleasure about spreading the news about the office.”“I know what i’ll do. I’ll arrange a Skype meeting first, and pray it’s not your Mike.”“Would you… you know? If it was Mike?”“You’re joking? How wreckless would that be?”Dan chewed his nail while imagining the potential humiliation he’d face. “Good. I don’t think i could have coped.” He then took out his smartphone and swiped the screen a couple of times before coming across Mike’s linkedin profile. “That’s the prick, just so you know who to look out for”“Dan. Lets just say it is him… After seeing me online. He wouldn’t link me with you, would he? You know, he hasn’t seen pictures of us together?”“No. Besides Linkedin, he’s old school. Doesn’t do social media. And, sad to say, we’re not allowed personal photos in the office.”Disha let out a sigh. “Good. I’ll arrange a Skype meeting, anyway.”“Before you do. Where are you going to… you know, do the deed.”“I mentioned a hotel. You know, somewhere public. So it’s safter.”Dan asserted himself by sitting up straight. “There’s nothing public about a hotel room. Listen, were totally green here. Why don’t you do your business from right here, in our house.”“Here? Are you bonkers! What about the neighbours?”“That’s the beauty of inner city living. We don’t really know anyone here. People come and go. Everyone just smile and waves at each other… and they’re the social neighbours. Look, it’s the safest way to do things while you find your feet. When things take off, then we can get ambitious.”Disha nodded approvingly. “Wow. I think you’re actually right.”“I’ll be in the next room with my cricket bat. You know, just in case I need to come in swinging. I’m gonna order some pepper spray online too. Think I should get a taser?”“Oh God. What have I got myself into?”~Disha once again sat on her bed with her laptop resting on the bedspread in front of her, As this was a formal meeting she was dressed in skinny jeans and top. After checking her makeup on the camera she then connected to Skype so she could call BigMike80… each ring seemed to last for a lifetime. Suddenly it connected. “Hi Mike.” Disha stared at a weathered but handsome face looking back at her. After breathing a sigh of relief that he wasn’t Dan’s boss, she went about guessing Mike’s age which seemed to be on the wrong side of forty.. Maybe even on the wrong side of fifty. However, she thought it too rude to ask. “Disha. Got to be quick. I’m in my office.”“Wow. You’re taking a risk, talking to me. Do you want me to call you back?”“No.” Mike cracked a wry smile. “Its my business and i’m currently alone… But still, not strickly professional. So you can understand my haist.”“I do.”“So, what did you want to achieve with this call?”“I wanted to put a face to the man i’m….Mike smirked. “Going to do business with?”“Yes, That that’s right.,”“And do I have a face which you would want to… do business with?”Disha felt awkward as she slowly nodded. “You’re a handsome man. If a bit more… maturer than I expected.”“I’m not going to use the fine wine cliche. But i’m a expert lover. I have the experience you need.”“Good. Also. Another item i want to discuss is… To save on the price of the hotel, I will give you an address of a house where we can meet.”“Quite strange… but saving money is in my genes.” Mike shrugged. “I’m good with that. Plus, I suppose you will feel better… being in a place you’re familiar with. I understand.”“Thank you”“Great. But I must go… all hell breaks loose when I leave the factory floor unattended for more than five minutes. I’ll be at the address, 9 sharp… with a few goodies for you to enjoy with me.”“Goodies?”Mike winked down the camera. “All will be revealed. Ciao.”~Dressed in her a classic short black dress with tights, her long black locks flowed down to her shoulders, Disha had a mind filled with doubt. She held Dan’s hand as he looked at their marital bed. Dimly lit, fresh sheets and a huge tub of lube on the bedside cabinet. It was the room where Disha had lost her innocence two years earlier… and tonight she was going lose what remained of her morals. “What have we come to?.”“It’s not too late”“Sush, Dan. It’s for our future happiness.” Disha glanced at her silver wrist watch. “It’s nine.” She then looked at her gold wedding band on her dainty ring finger and went to pull it off. “Doesn’t seem right to leave it on.”“No leave it on, please. We’re still married and much in love. It’s a part of me that will still be with you tonight.”“You’re right.”Dan planted a kiss on his wife’s soft innocent cheek.”Love you.” He then rubbed her youthful hips. “You sure you’re OK?”“At least we’re doing something about our situation. Not drowning in the stagnant pool of last few years ”A knock on the door caused Disha to yelp. She quickly embraced her husband tightly. “Forgive me for all my sins. I pray that you’ll love me forever… no matter what.”“I will,”“This is not who I am. You know that?”“I do. I’ll be in the next room, ready if you need me.”“I know.”Dan glanced towards the door, where a large black silhouette could be seen through the frosted window. “Are you going to the door?”“You let him in.”“OK.”Dan, dressed in his best suit, practiced his deepest, most manly voice as he stepped upto the door. He then opened it and stared across the threshold at a robust but stylish looking man. “Yes.”“I’m looking for Disha?”“Ah. Then you must be MIke?”“I certainly am. You?”“I’m her… husband.” Dan felt the back of his his head before then offering his hand to greet Mike.. “ I’m Dan. Nice to meet you, Mike.”“Oh. Her husband. Right… Well, you do know why i’m here?”“Of course. Come in off the street..” As Mike stepped into the house, Dan peeked outside so he could glance up and down the street. But as expected, no one was looking. “Wait in the room on your left, she’ll be with you in a minute.”~Disha’s heels clipped the wooden floorboards as she stepped up to the bedroom door. She glanced back at Dan, pointed at the door. Once he slowly nodded, she opened the door then stepped inside. Inside Disha found Mike who sat on the edge of the bed. He immediately stood to embrace her. “You look magnificent… of course. But smaller in real life… I feel rather naughty, I must admit.”“Thank you. You’re quite a bit taller and broader than I expected… sort of a retired sportsman.”“Thanks.” MIke slapped his stomach. “I do my best to keep in shape.Tennis at the weekends.”“Well it works.” Disha coughed into her hand, then gestured to Mike for the money. “Of course.”“Business is business. So let’s get the formalities out the way.Mike took out his healthy looking leather wallet.”Being pimped by your husband? Nice.”“He’s not.”“What else do you call this?”“We all have to find ways of making money. So don’t judge us.”Mike felt Disha’s cold stare. “ Look, times must be hard for you guys. Do you mind telling me what kind of hole you find yourself in?”“None of your business. It’s the way it is.”“Disha, i’ll give you the money. “ Mike’s grin suggested his mind was scheming while he fingered his way through a wad of twenties. “But first tell me what’s the problem. Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement.”“Times ticking.”“And?”“Come on, let’s do this.” DIsha picked up her smartphone from the bedside cabinet. ” I don’t think you came all the way here to talk.” She then selected the stopwatch. “Want to start off with a blowjob?”“There’s no rush. But if you don’t want to talk… Then I’ll have to guess. So… with you being a young foreign postgrad and your hubby… well, no offence, but he doesn’t exactly look like a highflyer. I’m going to say…. Visa issues.”“I’m not saying anything.”“You need some ridiculous amount, right? It’s common knowledge, immigration is never far from the headlines.”Disha’s heart sunk to the pit of her stomach. “Sixty thousand.”“What? 60K… fuck girl. You two are truly screwed..”“Exactly. Look… I feel bad enough. Let’s not talk about this, and do what we got to do.”Mike stepped up to Disha and placed his bucket-like hands on Disha’s narrow eskişehir escort shoulders. He then felt them sag under his weight. “Does your husband not work? Does he just sit on his arse, and whack off while you put yourself through the mill?”“Dan works hard. But he’s just an admin clerk at the moment… waiting for his big break. Needs to find a new place with a real chance of promotion.”“A glorified tea boy.”“More a paper pusher. But he’s much better than that.”MIke walked across the room and picked up the gift bag. “Maybe we can talk business. But first… bend over the bed.” He noticed that Disha suddenly froze, seemingly caught in the magnitude of what was about to happen to her. “No need to look like a dog caught fouling on the wrong driveway… relax.”“Sorry. It’s kind of hard. I’ve never done this before.”“You’re not a virgin though, right.”“No. But it’s different when you’re not with the man you love.”MIke did his best to reassure Disha using a well honed sympathetic smile. “You just have to say stop. And I will.” He then quickly added, But I’ll be taking my money with me, of course.”“No. We’re OK to continue.”“A good decision. One you want regret.”Disha shyly smiled as as Mike handed over the money. She sifted through the notes then stepped towards the door, rasping it three times with her fingers. The door came ajar and Dan’s arm reached around. Disha passed him the money before once again shutting the door. Mike pointed to the bed. “ Bend over the bed but keep your clothes on.”“OK. You’re the boss.”“Good. I like a lady who knows her place.”Disha felt her heart race as she bent over the bed, resting on her hands. She closed her eyes and began to silently pray. On hearing the rustle of the paper, Disha squeaked, “I don’t like surprises.”“It’s a love egg and a butt plug. I’ll put them in for you.. . then we’ll go for a drink with Dan so we can talk business.”“With them inside me?”“Yes. Need to open you up for tonight.”DIsha clammed up as the pressure grew. She felt her stomach knot as fear spread through her arms then down to her fingers which gripped the duvet. “A love egg is one thing. But a butt plug? I’ve never been sodomised.”“Don’t worry, as I said, i’m experienced… you’ll feel discomfort rather than pain. I promise you.”“But?”“Think of it as our little game.” Mike opened a plastic see-through box that contained a small purple toy. “Right, let’s get them inside.”Disha whimpered as she felt Mike’s hand touch her for the very first time. She then bit her lip as he traced the outside of her nylon covered thigh all the way upto her waist, where he gently hooked his fingers under the the elastic band of her tights. Her lips shivered as she felt herself tremble while Mike drew both her tights and panties down in one slow swoop to her ankles. “No need to fear, my dear.”“I’m not.”“I’m going to help save you and Dan. Just need to trust me.”Disha’s heart pounded under her petite breasts as she felt Mike’s warm breath brush against the goosebumped skin of her pert behind. She then squealed as Mike began massaging her cheeks with his rough workman-like hands. “Lift up your dress so I don’t get any lube on it.”Disha hooked her dress further towards her midriff. Up until a few weeks before Disha was proud of herself. Young but strong willed. An independent Asian woman making a life for herself in the West. But now she was whoring herself. About to let a total stranger do things to her, that not even her own beloved husband has done. The hellfire never felt so warmA feeling of sickness swirled in her stomach as a serpent-like tongue buried into her butthole. She felt degraded… Immoral. Unable to bare it, she shook her head and pushed forward. But Mike’s vice-like hands gripped her waist, forcing her back onto his face. He grunted as he dabbed her anus, then broke through her outer muscles… tasting her innards. She relented, accepting they were going to see it through to the very last, Mike, after what felt an eternity for Disha, finally broke off her sopping wet anus. “You taste so innocent. So clean.”“I don’t feel it.”“You relaxed though… eventually. Which is good. ” He noted her lack of enthusiasm as he squeezed the lube onto his finger. “ Because the more you tense, the worse it will feel.”Disha felt Mike’s oily hands rubbing her bottom cheeks again. She then yelled as his finger slowly sink into her anus. She shook her head and groaned as she endured the intrusive, alien sensation. “Don’t clench Disha, you can do it.”The feeling of his finger moving in and out of her clenching bottom caused Disha much discomfort. “I feel like I’m going to p*o.”“Don’t worry, that’s expected. Even if you do, it’s more the pleasure for me.” Mike sniggered, then took out the plug from its packaging. “Right, one… two…”Disha felt her knees buckle and tapped out on the duvet as Mike rammed the plug home. “That fucking hurt.”“… three there you go, all in.”“Finished?”“No. Now we have the love egg… this is for a little game I have planned.”Disha groaned. “Oh the joys.”“Just you wait.” ~Now with her tights completely off and lying on her back, spread eagled on the bed, Disha rested her head on the pillow. Never in a million lifetimes did she expect to feel so vulnerable. The feeling of cold lube caused her to shiver. She closed her eyes as Mike’s fingers massaged the lube into her vagina. Her fingernails dug into the duvet as he inserted a finger into her pussy. “You’re exceptionally tight. Just let me know if I’m hurting you.”“No… It’s fine. Just be gentle, please.”Mike inserted a second finger before wriggling them about. “Just got to make a bit of room for the love egg.” Mike watched the stain on Disha’s face. “Almost there now.”Disha grimaced as Mike pulled his fingers out of her, then licked them clean of her juices. “Do I taste OK?”“Sweet. No offence, but I was told by some idiot that you girls tasted of curry.”Disha rolled her eyes. “Idiot.”“Blame him not me”Disha clenched as Mike pushed the egg against her vagina. She then yelped at the feeling of her nether lips giving way before eventually consuming the egg. “Oh,… that hurt.” Eyes closed and panting, she felt it sink inside and settle deep within. “It feels so strange… they both feel so strange.”“Mind if I test it?”“Test?.” Suddenly the egg came alive with violent vibrations. Disha gritted her teeth while she contorted her body into unnatural spasms. She breathlessly begged, “Mike. Put it off. Have mercy.” Eventually the vibrations ceased as she could relax. Mike, beaming with joy, muttered. “That was just on two thirds.”“You can’t do that again.”“At £500, you’ll just have to learn to control yourself.’Now we’re ready to call Dan.”“Let me get dressed.”Mike felt touched by Disha’s wish to save Dan from anymore heartache… and to keep intact what loyalty she had left for him. “Sure. But the plug and egg remains inside. Now. Let’s go the pub”“When you said we’re going for a drink, i thought you meant in the living room.”“Relax. I’m in charge. I won’t humiliate you… don’t worry. I know you have a reputation which you want intact. Don’t worry. Again. Trust me. Now. Get ready.”“If I have too. But i’m exhausted.”“You have a long night ahead. Clean your pussy. You’re leaking.”~ Mike smiled as Disha, now fully dressed, touched up her makeup in the large wall mirror. He turned and opened the door, where he found a nervous Dan pacing up and down the hall. “Get your coat.”“Why?”“Me, you and your wife are going to the pub for a drink?”“You’ve only got 10 minutes left.”“I think you’re going to be interested in what i’ve got to say.”Dan stood tall, yet his face couldn’t hide his inner confusion. “But…”“And afterwards, if you think it was a waste of time… i’ll pay you for time lost.”“Sounds fair to me.” Dan did as he was told, and took his coat from the coat stand. He then poked his head into the bedroom where he found a timid Disha. “You OK?” She nodded unconvincingly. The nocturnal breeze felt cool and crisp, Yet Disha felt hot and flustered… her heart beated in time with every footstep on the pavement. Holding tightly to Dan’s hand, she felt uncomfortable as she walked to the local bar. The love egg and butt plug placed pressure on her bladder and she could feel the plug loosening her rectal muscles. Stepping up to the busy bar, Disha felt a low vibration from deep inside her. She closed her eyes and began to sweat as the vibration increased. She glanced at Mike with pleading eyes. But she just shrugged his shoulder, showing a glimpse of the remote control in his pocket. Dan placed a hand on Disha’s shoulder. “Let’s go and find a seat, first… you look tired.”MIke gave Dan a twenty pound note. “Get the drinks in. Get me a larger.” He then felt Disha’s back. “ While I escort your wife to the table.”“OK.”Disha walked towards a table where she was shown to her seat by MIke. Suddenly the vibration increased. She froze and grabbed of the back of the chair. Her breathing became laboured and her knuckles turned pale as she gripped the solid backrest. She then crouched as her knees trembled and buckled. Mike noticed that from the next table a middle aged couple were watching on in horror. He placed a comforting arm around Disha. “It’s rude to stare… My friend suffers from agoraphobia.”“Sorry.”Disha finally felt the vibration cease. But it was too late, she had flooded herself with juices of reluctant joy. Gathering her balance and strength in her knees, Disha slowly lowered herself on to the chair, all the while remaining careful not to put too much pressure on the butt plug. Still, the hard wood of the chair and the fact that Mike tucked her into table, forcing her to sit with her back straight, caused the plug to sink deeper.Mike reached across the table and rested his hand on Disha’s. “Don’t worry, We’ll do business in peace. No more love egg.”“Good. I couldn’t take any more.”Mike grinned as Dan approached holding a tray of drinks. “And here are our drinks. Thank you, Dan.”“You’re welcome.” Dan studied Disha’s face. He was used to seeing his wife look impeccable. But she looked visibly drawn and shaken, even dishevelled. “You sure you’re OK?”“Yes I’m fine, given the circumstances..”Dan silently mouthed, i love you, as he sat down on a chair and pulled himself closer to the table. After taking a sip of his larger, he faced Mike. “Right. Let’s talk business. Get this over with as smoothly as possible.”“I couldn’t agree more. I’ll start off with saying, I’m a big fan of your wife. Have been for a long, long time. To me she’s most beautiful creature to walk the earth.”“It figures.”“Apart gaziantep escort from the obvious enjoyment, we’ve engaged in countless in depth discussions. ”Mike lifted his glass and tilted it slightly towards Dan. “But I admit. I’m a schemer as much as i’m a businessman. My mind is always working to seek an advantage.”“I don’t like the sound of this.”“Hey. I’m an ethical man… for the most part. And I’m confident you’re going to think seriously about what i’m about to propose.”“Go on” ”Over the months. i’ve picked up on certain things Disha has said. I knew something wasn’t right, for a girl like her working such a job – it didn’t make sense. Well… “ Mike glanced at Disha. “It was only logical it was a visa.” He then smiled smugly. “ It was fate for us to meet.”“Fate?”“I own a successful textile mill, so employ a lot of immigrant workers. Over the years I’ve had to learn how to work the system.” “So? How are you going to help us?”“I’ll be upfront. Forget the 60K, I’m not willing to fork out that sort of money. The best option I have, is to give Dan a office job… on paper, at least. I do that for employee’s families all the time. The worthwhile ones, anyway.”“What does that exactly involve? For us, I mean.”“Over the next six months I’ll process Dan’s wages, tax, and legal documentation through my company to satisfy the boarder agency. As far as they’re concerned he will be fully employed by me.”Disha suddely woke up from her post orgasim haze. Her mind suddenly became clear and focused. “What do you get out of this?”“You. Of course.”Dan sat upright on his chair. “Haven’t you already taken enough from my wife..? Look at her… she’s shattered.”“Get off your high horse dan… you’ll only fall off.”“Excuse me?”“You’re willing to let her sell herself to every man in this shitty town.”Dan raised his voice. “I don’t like your tone.” He then lowered his voice to avoid being overheard by nearby tables. “Do you think I like my wife risking her health, her safety?”That’s why i’m offering you a much safer ladder to get out of this goddamn hole. All you have to do is listen to me.”Disha interrupted. “I’m listening.”“Thanks Disha. At least there’s one other adult at the table.” Mike glared at Dan before focusing back on Disha’s tired but pretty face. “ Right, we both gain from this. In six months, you get your visa. In the meantime I have Disha at my beck and call. My trophy wife. ” He then took another swig of his beer before smiling. “”Then when the visa comes, you and Dan go and live your lives happily ever after. Sound good?” Disha nodded her head. “If you can can guarantee we get the visa.”“Dan will have an employment contract from my company which will me more than enough to satisfy the UKBA. But in return I will draft a special contract between you and me. So Dan… what do you think?”“It’s Disha’s decision.”Under the table. Disha held Dan’s hand while she stared across the table at Mike. “I agree, Mike. Draft the contracts then send us them.’”“I hope you don’t mind. But I have taken the liberty of drafting them already. I’m not a man to waste a journey.”Dan sneered. “You’re an opportunist.”“Indeed.” Mike didn’t seem fazed as he delved a hand inside the inner pocket of his blazer. He then lifted out two white envelopes. “Read and sign.”DIsha’s hand visibly shook as she took the envelope. “We’re going to have to take a couple of hours, if not days to study this…. Make sure everything is legitimate. I hope you understand.”“Of course.” Mike usually cool and calm felt his testosterone getting the better of him… clouding his judgment. “ But I’m going to be frank. I’m as randy as fuck… So I hope you don’t mind me paying you another 500… so I take the butt plug out of you and replace it with the real thing.”Dan spat beer back into his glass. “Plug? ”“Disha?”Disha glanced at Dan. “I may as well get paid for taking them out.” She then sat up, but quickly sat back down. “Mike?”“What’s up?”“It’s slipping out.”“The plug?”“Yes.”MIke pushed his chair back. “Then you’re ripe and ready.”~Disha pinched her cheeks together and slowly stood from the chair. She sighed as her muscles couldn’t find purchase on the plug which pushed against the back of her knickers. Mike put his arm around she as she waddled like a duck out of the bar while Dan followed behind… wondering what the fuck was happening. ~Back in the dimly lit bedroom, Mike showed Disha to the bed, watching as she winced on sitting on the mattress. “Right… mind if I undress.”“Of course not, Want me to take mine off too?”“No. I’ll enjoy doing that myself.”Disha did her best to smile as she watched Mike undress. Her heart sunk at witnessing his huge cock which hung like a baby’s arm as he pulled down his boxer shorts. She was a small woman who felt inadequate for the task at hand. “Please go easy on me,”“Now you know why I used to plug. Don’t worry you’ll be fine.”“I hope so.”“But I have one last request. I want you act like a whore. For now, forget about your morals. It has to be that way every time we meet… you don’t have any when i’m around.”“My morals are nothing but a distant memory.”“Good.” Mike steppped up to Disha, wanking his cock stiff. “Right… time to see what you’re made of.”Sitting on the edge of the bed, Disha stroked Michael’s muscular arms as he knelt between her parted legs. She watched his joyful face as he unbuttoned her blouse. With her eyes closed, she raked Mike’s back with her fingernails while feeling him press his lips into the soft skin of her neck. The sensation of being kissed by a man other than Dan, felt strange. She felt embarrassed but did her best to at least display a sense of carnal excitement.Disha lightly kissed Mike who replied with a more commanding kiss. They shared licks and saliva like lovers. Locked on his lips, she felt him unclip her bra. The one-time marital bed creaked as Mike pushed her gently onto her back. Disha then let him push her legs into her chest, but broke into embarrassed laughter as she felt the plug slide out from her anus.As soon as Mike pulled her red laced panties down to her thighs, the plug shoot free. Leaving her panties around Disha’s thighs and picked up the warm butt plug to pass it under his nose. “Gorgeous.”Disha took exception slapping Mike’s chest. “Don’t do that.”“What?”“It’s disgusting.”“Don’t be daft.” Mike then glanced down at her loose anus. “Just look at you gaping wide for me.” He could also see that her pussy was moist. “You really did cum with the egg before.”Disha gushed, “Yes” She then reached down to lightly dab her anus with her finger, then felt alarmed. “It will tighten up again, right?”“Of course, but not until I’ve had my fun.”Free of her thong, Disha winced as Mike placed his finger at the tip of her anus. She put her hand on his head as he stooped between her legs. Eyes closed she felt the sensations of her clitoris being stimulated by his lapping tongue. The pleasure was tempered by the intruding finger sinking deeper into her rectum. However, she felt surprised by the ease at which he slipped inside. Sighing with relief that she suffered none of the pain of earlier when Mike prepped her for the plug.Disha reached down and wrapped her delicate hand around his humungous cock. The vein that ran the length of his shaft contained more girth than Disha’s own ring finger. “Are you going to fuck me then Mike?”“Patience… my little whore.” As Mike knelt up, Disha went to pull out the egg, leaving herself free for Michael’s black cock. “Leave it in.”“Why?”“You’ll see.”Disha squalled as Mike pulled her up. He flipped her over onto her belly before propping her up onto all fours. She then grabbed hold of the headboard as Mike positioned himself behind her. Suddenly the vibration of the eggs returned, giving her a flush of orgasmic excitement.Disha squealed as she felt the head of his cock rest against her arse. The thrusting pain travelled the length of her tiny spine as Mike slowly broke his way inside. Her toes curled as she screamed as loud as her lung would let her.Dan shouted from the next room. “Disha?”Mike whispered into her ear. “Tell him you’re fine… and to shut the fuck up.”“I’m fine Dan… I’m OK.”“You sure?”Disha closed her eyes sounding a shade unconvincing. “Yes.”“OK.”MIke barked like annoyed teacher, “Take it easy Dan. I’m just looking after your wife.”Disha dug her nails into the wood of headboard. “Just fuck me, Mike. Come on.” She suddenly felt her tiny body take the force of the muscle bound Mike. Her tiered anus muscles gave in and his cock slid in and out with ease, hitting virgin depths.Blinded with pain and panting through gritted teeth, Disha accepted her sordid fate. The headboard loudly batted against the ivory wall. Disha’s lustful cries and whorish screams encouraged Mike to quicken his pace and deepen his thrusts. Her makeup ran as her face became streaked with sweat. Her back felt close to collapse and her arms ached as much as her arse. She felt his hairy sacks slapping against her pussy that still vibrated to the tune of the love egg. These sensations combined, drained her energy and sapped every ounce of her strength.Mike suddenly pulled out. Disha felt obliged to quickly fill the gap, covering her bottom with her hand. “I need the toilet.”“No you don’t. Don’t worry. Please relax.” Mike wiped his rock-like cock with a baby wipe. “Now, time for me to cream in that tiny pussy of yours.”“Put on a condom.”“I’ll have to knock off a hundred then.”Disha felt exhausted, too drained to think. She instead slowly lay back on the bed. “Fine… whatever.”Mike climbed in between Disha’s legs and crawled up so he could lick her petite tanned breasts. He wrapped her in his arms and began to kiss her. “I think you’re amazing, worth every penny.”“Thanks.” Disha winced as Mike pulled the egg from her pussy.“Lick it.”“Do I have to?”“Lick it like the whore you are.”Disha dabbed her tongue on the warm plastic. She felt pleased that it was the egg and not the plug as she licked her own bitter juices. Cleaning it with several swipes.MIke then threw the joy onto the carpet. He then mounted Disha before pushing his cock against Disha’s nether tight lips. Lifting her slender legs up, she wrapped them around his thick set waist. Suddenly, Mike found his way inside, causing Disha to bite into his shoulder as she felt him open her up. She clawed at his dark skin as she felt an orgasmic tension and flooding rush. “Oh, Mike, come on Baby.”“I’m cumin too.”“Oh God, oh God.” Disha felt her vagina soak with their mixed juices. She could feel Mike pumping away and pushing his seed deeper inside her nest.Once Mike pulled out, Disha felt the juices spill from her pussy. The cum flowed down her rim and pooled at her anus. She felt too tired to even argue as Mikel took his mobile from the bedside table and took souvenir pictures of her cummy pussy and tired face.She was now a whore. Mike’s whore. His so called Trophy Wife.

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