Oh Shit! I'm Cumming.

Ria spent the evening planning the role of the submissive Indian woman that Clarke had requested. She decided to base it on her mother Disha. A pleaser, and good loving housewife who doted on her family and never put herself first. She began her day at sunrise with a shower then prayers just as her mother would have done. Dressed in a traditional yellow kurta with a embroidered front, Ria went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As Ria expected the kitchen was empty because the whores would not rise before midday.

After enjoying a quick breakfast, Ria took a tray of buttered toast and a cup of tea up to Clark’s bedroom. Ria knocked on the door but there was no answer. She waited a moment, and listened to the rhythmic snoring from inside the bedroom. Undeterred, Ria rested the tray on her raised knee then pulled the door handle to open the door.

Ria cautiously entered the dark room. The air of the room smelled stale and very masculine. Although the curtains were closed they let in enough light for Ria to see the outline of the bed and desk. As she walked around the bed Clarke remained in a deep sleep. It was obviously a happy sleep as his impressive cock was erect under sheet.

Playing the loving wife Ria placed the tray on the bedside desk next to his laptop, then pulled open the curtains before opening the window. Using a distinctive Indian accent Ria wished Clarke good morning. “Good morning. Rise and shine Mr. British.” She watched Clarke stir and give his stiff cock a quick good morning tug.

Clarke suddenly came to his senses and let go of his dick. “Wha… what are you doing in my room?” He went to roll over but couldn’t because his stiff cock.

“Room service.”

“Fuck sake. Could you not knock?”

“I did.”

“What with... a sponge?”

Ria smiled and flirtatiously sat on the bed, resting her hand close to Clarke’s erect penis “Indian girls do love white uncut cock.” She looked at him with hungry eyes. “They find it hard to say no... usually because they have their lips wrapped around one.”

“Not now, Ria.”

“Oh. OK. I was going to blow you while you enjoyed breakfast.” Ria lay back in the bed and rested beside Clarke, staring into his eyes while using her exaggerated Indian accent. “What do you want to do today then, Mr. Clarke? The weather is very nice outside.”

“The weather is always nice here.”

Ria leaned into Clarke and rested her lips on his. “We can make love all day.”

Clarke shrugged Ria off. “Clean up my room.”

“How about I let you cum inside me?”

As Ria reached under the blanket for Clarke’s cock, he grabbed her by her tiny wrist. He looked deep into Ria’s eyes then ordered, “Go and get a mop and bucket.”

“For god’s sake. Fine...” Ria pulled back her arm in disgust and forgot her Indian accent. “I’ll clean the bloody room then.”

“Good. But before you do, pass me the tray. I’ll eat my toast in the meantime.”

Ria was burning with indignation, yet staying in role, she calmly climbed of the bed then passed Clarke the breakfast tray. “There you go, sir.” She smiled but Clarke didn’t smile back. Clarke didn’t even look at Ria. He only offered a curt thank you.

Fuming, Ria left the room to collect the mop and bucket from the cockroach infested basement. She hated being rejected and despised playing petulant games. It felt even worse when it was someone she knew craved her. Muttering curse words under her breath, Ria filled bucket with warm soapy water before toting it up the stairs to Clarke’s room.

Clarke sat in bed munching his toast while watching Ria dunk the mop into the bucket. There was nothing Clarke wanted more than to conquer Ria, mentally as well sexually. Yet he wanted to test Ria and know how much shit she was willing to take. So, Clarke shook his head in disappointment. “Ria, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Fucking up, that’s what it looks like.”

“Excuse me?”

Clarke sneered. “I know you’re Indian, but you wouldn’t wipe your arse before you shit, would you?”

“Sorry?”

“Surfaces first. You only mop the floor after the wiping down the surfaces. It’s basic housekeeping, Ria.”

“Oh. OK.” Ria wobbled her had in stereotypical Indian fashion. “Sorry, Mr. British.”

“Surely any Indian housewife worth fucking, should know how to clean a bedroom."

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologising and just do it right.”

“Normally my husband does the cleaning and cooking at home.” Ria closed her eyes as she remembered Dan’s painful betrayal with her colleague Grace.

“Dan did the housekeeping? Fuck me, he must be a weak cuckold to let you treat him like that.”

“He was a good house-husband. Perhaps, I should have shown him more appreciation and love. I was just so involved in my career.”

“Sadly, treating Dan like that I’m not surprised he jumped on Grace when she showed him a bit of kindness and warmth.” Clarke could see the pain written on Ria’s face. It was as if each of his words killed her that little bit more. “Anyway, forget about Dan. I’m your husband now. And I’m telling you to go and get a cloth to polish the surfaces. It’s your turn to be a wife and prove you’ve learned from your mistakes of the past.”

As a devastated Ria turned to leave, Clarke stopped her. “Wait.”

“Yes?”

Despite Dan’s betrayal, Clarke had noticed Ria persisted with wearing the wedding ring. Not hiding his resentment and frustration Clarke barked, “Are you planning on going back to Dan? Be honest.”

“I haven’t made up my mind. You see… I find it too difficult to think about it.”

Clarke could see Ria’s eyes shimmering with tears, so it was clear that Ria was emotionally tied to Dan. “We all make mistakes. And whilst I agree one should at least try to forgive those who trespass against us, let me tell you, Dan is having a fucking wail of a time with Grace. I don’t think he misses you at all.”

Tears began to trickle down Ria’s brown cheeks. “What?” She shivered with fear and Clarke swiped and tapped on his iPad then handed it over to her.

“I have Grace Boateng on Facebook, and as you can see it looks like Dan is shitting all over his wedding vows.”

In a Facebook album entitled, Me and my new Boo, Ria saw Dan and Grace being overly familiar with each other in a number of locations. Each picture stung Ria's salty eyes, and poisoned her her heart.

Ria gave the iPad back to Clarke. She then covered her eyes with her hands and broke into sorrowful tears. “Clarke please stop. It’s too much.”

“You shouldn’t waste a moment more thinking about Dan. The strong move on. You should put an end to this by filing for divorce.” Clarke watched Ria ruefully nod. But he wanted to hear it. “Say it.”

“I…” Ria forced herself to admit. “Yes. I will file for divorce.”

“Good. Let’s make a start to your new beginning. I see you’re still wearing the ring. Give me it.”

“Why?”

“Let's make a symbolic gesture, one of letting go. Dan no longer owns your heart.”

Ria took off her delicate yellow and white gold ring and gingerly handed it over to Clarke. “Here.”

“While I think of what best to do with this, finish your cleaning.”

Ria went about cleaning the room the best she could. Her mind bogged down in a mire of betrayal, regret and heartbreak. It felt impossible for her to move on until she finished her sordid contract with Clarke. However, it was the fear of what would come after. As an adult Ria had never been single. Never been alone.

Ria feared what the future held.

Meanwhile Clarke pondered his next move. Clarke usually started his day with a wank, and thought about doing so in front of Ria while she was cleaning. Maybe cumming on his bedside table and having her clean it with her tongue or something else cruel and humiliating.

But his priority was Ria’s wedding ring. And anyway, if Clarke was honest with himself, he had done enough wanking of late, largely to videos of Ria’s mother Disha being destroyed by a racist thug.

Also Ria’s piss poor attempt at cleaning clearly needed attention so Clarke instead spent the rest of the morning telling Ria how she could improve her cleaning.

Due to the strenuous cleaning under Clarke’s hawk-like gaze, Ria felt the pressure build, and sweated like never before. Dark patches were forming on the back of her kurta, under her arms and her brow was glistening with perspiration. Despite her morning shower she began to smell.

After an hour of dusting, cleaning and polishing the surfaces Ria stood to attention while Clarke inspected her work. “Not bad… but could be better. “ He passed the breakfast tray full of crumbs from his toast. “I’m going for my morning dump. You can clean the bog right after.”

“Clarke!”

Clarke placed a finger under Ria’s chin and locked his eyes on her. “A good wife knows how to please.”

Ria pulled her head back. “Fine. Whatever you want. In the meantime I’ll go and take the tray to kitchen.”

“Actually, I can brew my turd for a bit longer You can use the toilet first.”

“I don’t need to go.”

Clarke insisted. “Yes, you do. Don’t lie. When you were squatting to dust under the cabinet, I heard your bottom squeak.”

“I didn’t… “ Ria’s denial was far from convincing because she knew she was guilty. “Sorry, yes, I might have let out a little one. But I think it was all the stress.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. Farting is what Indians do best. Plus, it gave me the inspiration for what to do with the wedding ring.”

“Why am I already dreading what is about to happen?”

“Come with me.”

Along with Sunil’s bedroom, Clarke’s was the only other en-suite in the brothel. In the simple green tiled bathroom, Clarke and Ria were joined by two of Sunil’s whores who had come to be witnesses. Clarke gave the ring back to Ria, and spoke aloud as if it was an announcement to the everyone in the room. “Today, Ria is shitting on her wedding vows.” He saw that the girls were smiling but unsure if they knew what was happening. “First, Ria will drop the ring in the toilet. “

Ria peered into the old rusty toilet bowl. She asked, “Do I have to? Can’t I just sell it? It cost over two grand.”

“Do it.”

“I could do with the money, Clarke. Dan will take half of everything I have.”

“You’re getting enough money from me.”

Ria shook her head. She gave a weak whimper as she let go of the ring. And wanted to cry as it hit the water with a splash.

Clarke gave a whoop then gave Ria an affectionate squeeze. But before Ria could react to the token sign of affection, Clarke sneered. “Now take off your clothes. I want you completely naked.”

“Why?”

“Well, you can’t shit with your trousers on.”

“I can’t poop in public. “

Clarke ignored Ria’s concern. “Next, I want you to climb onto to toilet.”

“Why?”

“I want to see your turds falling.”

“Even for you, that’s really weird and creepy.” Ria almost laughed at the absurdity of Clarke’s request. “Anyway, I can’t poo while standing on the toilet, I’ll fall.”

“What do you think I brought the girls for? They will stop you falling. Also, I want you to wank while shitting on your wedding ring.”

“You’re such a disgusting pervert.”

“True. But I’m proud to be a pervert.”

“How could you be proud of making me go through such things?”

“It’s symbolic. Therapeutic. And it will be the closure you need to move on. After this, you’ll know that the chapter is closed for good. And you’ll be able to begin writing a new exciting life chapter.” Clarke gestured to the girls to begin undressing Ria.

The two whores, one elderly and chubby while the was other young and slender with darker skin, approached Ria. They pulled Ria’s yellow Kurta over her head then pulled her mustard-coloured trousers down her slender brown legs. Knowing it was pointless protesting, Ria unclipped her bra to reveal her pert tits while the slender dark whore pulled Ria’s nylon panties down her legs, revealing her shaven cunt.

Sunil then arrived wearing a backpack while holding a camera on a tripod. He focused the viewfinder on Ria’s naked sculptured glory, but reassured her. “Just for prosperity, my dear.” Yet his boner was evidence to the contrary.

The two whores helped a naked Ria onto the toilet. Clarke then ordered Ria to face him and squat in the Indian fashion as if she was shitting on the rail track on sidewalk.

Ria crouched down on the seat while being steadied either side by the giggling whores. She didn’t know where to look. Into the camera? At Clarke or Sunil? Embarrassed and shy, she gazed down at the tiled floor.

Clarke snapped. “Look into the camera Ria.” He then ordered. “Now, open your legs so we can see your well used cunt,”

The two whores supported Ria by her shoulders as she attempted to carry out Clarke’s orders. Ria gingerly spread her legs the best she could whilst being careful not to slip off the toilet seat.

Now Ria was squatting with her thighs widely parted. Clarke smiled as her saw the dark folds of her pussy. He noticed her slit was a little less tight than before. He felt happy that all those cocks had clearly left their mark on Ria. "Good to see you've loosened up, Ria. In more ways than one." Yet what he was about to tell Ria was going to degrade her even more. “I want to watch you finger yourself while you take a shit. I want you cum and dump at the same time.”

“That’s absurd.”

“But I want to see if it’s possible. Now get wanking. You can’t drop a shit before you cum.”

Ria slipped her elegant hand between her soft warm thighs then began to gently play with her clitoris. She winched as it was still a little tender after her night-long gangbang a week earlier.

The whole thing felt ludicrous for Ria. But it was exactly what had become of her. A ludicrous and filthy Indian whore.

Ria soon felt uncomfortable not just because of the ridiculous ordeal but because of her posture putting pressure on her knees, feet and back. So, there was no way Ria would become aroused. Not in a million years.

She was just going through the motions, and hoped it would be good enough.

But hope was never going to be enough.

Sunil looked at Clarke. “Let’s help Ria speed things up?” From his backpack he pulled out a large vibrator that looked straight out of a Rammstein video. It was black, a foot long and full of ball bearings. He handed it to Clarke.

Inspecting the bulbous end of the toy, Clarke looked impressed. He turned the base causing it to start violently vibrating. It was humming like a nest of angry hornets and was just as dangerous.

A grinning Clarke stepped up to Ria, then positioned the formidable toy just short of her pussy. “Lets get you started.”

To stop Ria falling, or even attempting to escape, the whores gripped tightly to Ria’s sleek shoulders.

Ria bit her lip to mute her anticipated cries. But it wasn’t enough. As the cold toy touched her clit Ria screamed as the vibrations raced through her body and exploded in her mind.

It felt so intense. Ria had never felt such a shock to her system.

It suddenly dawned on Ria that she loved the rough stuff.

Clarke began rub the ball bearing dildo back and forth over Ria’s clit, sending Ria rip-roaring towards an orgasm.

Ria began to writhe in a mixture of pain and lust. Clarke turned up the vibration and applied more pressure against Ria’s sensitive clit.

Open mouthed, Ria continued to scream.

Ria was soon bucking and grinding against the head of the dildo, urging Clarke on.

“Fuck me! Fuck me with it!”

On the surface it was so bad. It went against everything Ria believed in. But deep down it felt so good. And that's where it mattered. After all, beauty is only skin skin deep. Superficial. It is what is on the inside which one is suppose to love. And Clarke stirring deep emotions within Ria which she never knew existed.

Over past couple of weeks Ria's sexual walls had crumbled leaving her utterly defenseless.

But Ria no longer cared because she was now living in the moment as it was the safest place to be. She was happy to give Clarke control. Excited to where he could take her.

Ria felt ashamed that until now she had been sleep walking through life.

Ria had discovered the complex connection between pain, shame and pleasure. The marrying of polar opposites.

But at least she was now awake. And alive.

Over the past few weeks Ria had undergone her racial reckoning. But this... This was Ria's sexual awakening.

Ria screamed. "For god's sake, Clarke! Fuck me!"

“Take your shit first.”

“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” Ria felt tortured by lust. Her libido had her head in a vice, and she struggled to speak. “I need it.”

“Not until you desecrate your wedding vows.” Clarke teased Ria by pulling the dildo away.

“No!” Ria shouted in utter frustration and lunged forward but was pulled back by the two whores. “Fuck me please!”

“I want you tell me that you’re shitting on your vows. I want to hear you say it,.”

“OK. Fuck, fuck. OK!”

Clarke turned the dildo on max then gave Ria what she wanted, and began to fuck Ria with the dildo.

“Clarke… I’m cumming!”

“Shit, you slut, shit. Or I will pull the rubber cock away.”

Ria closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She began to heave and heave again. She felt her bowls move but the shit was just a ball of gas that escaped in a ripping wet fart. Ria felt ashamed. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologise." Clarke looked at speckles of brown on his shirt. "But you might need to buy me a new shirt. Keep pushing.”

Heaving and straining at one hole while the other was being assaulted by giant vibrating beast of a dildo was quite a mind fuck.

But luckily Ria was always good at multitasking.

Ria felt her sphincter open then began to shout. “I shit on my vows. I shit on my vows.” Her arsehole dilated and Ria was past the point of no return. “I shit on my vows. I shit on my vows.” A big brown turd suddenly popped out it’s ugly face. It them began to curl out of her ass.

The turd was ejected with a fart then fell with a sploosh.

“Yes. That’s it.” Clarke shoved the vibrator deep into Ria’s pussy, making her lift up onto her toes before squatting back down and sinking the cock up to its hilt. “Don’t stop. I want a second and third.”

He didn’t have to wait long. A second turd was soon on it’s way. A long log that slithered out like a nutty snake then dropped, hitting the back of the toilet pan.

Due to the smell Sunil and the whores couldn’t help but turn their heads away. But Clarke was falling in love with this new, dirty Ria. He began corkscrewing the vibrator.

As the third turd was making an appearance Ria felt her toes curl over the edge of the toilet seat. “Fuck me harder. I love it. I want it harder.”

Clarke did as was asked of him. He started pulverising Ria's cunt with the vibrator.

Ria began to scream out her orgasm. It was the the most intense feeling she had ever experienced. As her body convulsed the big brown turd dropped out of her ass. She missed the toilet bowl and it landed on the seat. But Ria was too far gone to notice.

Ria's orgasm was so intense. So forceful. So god damn incredible.

In that moment. She was glad to have met Clarke. And thankful that he owned her body.

Ria lustfully cried out. “I love… I love you!”

Was speaking from the heart? Or was this merely Stockholm Syndrome?

Who fucking cares? Ria didn't. She was just wanted to continue to orgasm

Clarke lunged forward and forcibly kissed Ria, their tongues fighting one another in a carnal battle of sordid lust.

Clarke grabbed Ria by her chin, looking deep into her eyes. "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"

Ria knew the consequences of her answer would be dreadful but she literally had no control of herself or her future. Her body was ruled by lust and her mind was frazzled by her orgasmic energy. "Yes, Clarke."

~

What does Clarke ask Ria to do next?

1) Have his child.

2) Appear in a Far-Right porn film with her mother. A way of 'buying' Disha out of her nightmarish 20 porn movie contract.

3) Make Ria record a video sex video as a confession to send to Dan.

4) Other: Send me me your suggestions