Disha Meets Mike

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 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 warm

A 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 poo."

"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."