Desi Sex Stories Part 1 – Annihilating Her Dignity
Dominant, attractive, white and sexist, Leroy – a 29-year-old – thought that the female species was inferior. But didn’t know anyone who agreed before copulating with the submissive, 28-y/o Sylvia during a Halloween orgy.
Her large boobs were firm as were her haunches; she had nice legs and reddish-blonde hair. Due to her promiscuity, though, Leroy demanded that she marry him because he didn’t believe in marital sanctity.
One August Wednesday evening, he was surfing online and joined a ‘Net-group, ‘ThreeHolers.’ In its membership list, he found the white, 25-y/o Jude and white, 23-y/o Adrian’s shared profile expressing their ‘disdain for women’ and mentioning that they lived in his city.
Leroy uploaded her nude picture to a message: – ‘Hello. I’m Leroy, and this is my wife, Sylvia. She’s into rough and abusive, though non-violent sex, extremely foul language, degradation and public embarrassment. We’d like to meet you at The Silver Moon Tavern this Friday night.”
Jude and Adrian answered: – ‘Hi, Leroy, we’ll go to the bar at 10 o’clock.”
Leroy replied, ‘Okay.’
At 9:45 on the present occasion, he commanded Sylvia to wear high-heeled shoes and a short, low-cut dress.
‘Yes, Sir.’ After that, Leroy drove to the bar.
‘Strut your stuff,’ he said.
‘Yes, Sir.’
Sylvia arched her back to proudly display her boobs while the couple walked into the tavern and selected a corner table. Jude and Adrian recognised her and Jude greeted her, ‘How are you, babe?’
‘I’m not a babe,’ Sylvia protested.
‘What are you?’ Adrian inquired.
‘A slut, sir.’
‘Really? Leroy doesn’t respect you, does he?’ Jude asked.
‘No, sir.’
‘He shouldn’t,’ Adrian remarked as he sat down beside her.
‘I’m guessing your husband hasn’t told you we’re going to ruin you in a junkyard I manage,’ Jude said.
‘That’s right, sir,’ Sylvia answered.
Leroy then ordered coffee, which the bartender served.
‘Why are you drinking that?’ Jude questioned him.
‘Caffeine makes me horny,’ Leroy grinned.
‘I’m hornier than hell!’ Jude replied as Adrian lifted Sylvia’s dress and peered at her bare crotch.
‘There aren’t any panties in sight,’ he announced.
‘She’s an immodest lady – oh, sorry, the lady’s a tramp!’ Jude sneered.
‘Well, your name’s similar to the Biblical Judas, and I hope you’ll betray her wifely honour,’ Leroy chuckled.
‘How about I destroy her reputation, IF she has one?’ Jude asked.
‘Annihilate my dignity, sir!’ Sylia moaned.
‘Trust me, I will!’ Jude snorted as Leroy paid for everyone’s drinks.
Having done that, he, Adrian, Sylvia and Jude left the bar, followed by Leroy pushing her into his car’s rear seat. Adrian and Jude slid in on either side of her and Leroy had barely started driving when he said, ‘The only reason Sylvia’s a woman is because she’s whore.’
‘She’s trash!’ Adrian jeered.
‘Are you worthless?’ Jude inquired.
‘Yes, I am, sir,’ she admitted.
‘Yeah, you are!’ Jude said as he spat in her pretty face.
When Leroy arrived at the junkyard, Jude unlocked the gate and waved Leroy through it.
‘Show us your body,’ Leroy commanded,
She did, while Adrian and Jude leered at her nakedness.
‘These jugs are enormous,’ Adrian said as he groped her tits.
‘They have aphrodisiacs in them,’ Jude responded.
‘Yeah, and her ovary glands produce them,’ Leroy said.
By then, Sylvia was feeling thoroughly betrayed, though aroused.
Falling to her knees, she asked, ‘May I suck your cocks, sirs?’
Jude lowered his jeans and stabbed his 11-inch pecker into her mouth, then: – ‘Polish my knob, slut!’
Sylvia did, while Leroy and Adrian observed the scene. But it wasn’t long until Jude emptied his nuts into her throat and withdrew from it. Adrian stripped and launched his 9-inched pole into her pussy.
‘Eeeeh!’ the tart screamed.
‘Shut up!’ Adrian yelled.
‘Yes, sir!’ Sylvia whimpered before an orgasm ignited her loins, and Adrian spilt his seed into her snatch.
He dismounted her and said, ‘Try embarrassing the pig, Leroy.’
‘Okay,’ Leroy answered as he unzipped his trousers and guided his 11-inch dick into her ass.
‘You filthy shit-hole!’ he roared.
‘Even your clit’s filthy!’ Jude laughed.
‘Oh, god, yes, sir!’ Sylvia exclaimed.
Soon, Leroy ejaculated into her bowels and discarded them.
‘Crawl over to that mattress,’ he instructed.
‘Yes, sir,’ – and Sylvia complied.
‘Let’s use the toilet,’ Leroy said as he, Adrian and Jude covered her in urine.
Nevertheless, she smelled so bad that Leroy deposited her in his car-trunk and transported her home. She took a shower before the studs continued manhandling her. She loved it.
Part 2 – The King’s Chamber
The Sunday afternoon a week following the night Leroy and Sylvia met Adrian and Jude, Leroy commanded her to dress in nothing except a bra, panties and high-heeled shoes, before the couple got in his car and went to The Scarlet Letter Club where adulterous wives were exposed to male scorn.
They entered a dining area and sat at a table, with a brunette waitress approaching them. ‘Alcohol isn’t allowed, though I have tea and coffee. Which would you prefer?’ she said.
‘Coffee,’ Leroy answered.
‘Coffee for 2?’ she asked.
‘Please,’ Sylvia responded.
The waitress left, returned several minutes later and set 2 cups on the table.
‘Albert’s the club owner, and since you’ve never been here before, you’re his guests. I won’t charge you anything if you’ll drink these in The King’s Chamber. It’s down the hall,’ she said.
‘Thank him,’ Leroy replied as he and Sylvia carried their coffee into the room.
But they didn’t notice a gorgeous, mid-20s white man following them.
‘I’m Darrel,’ he introduced himself.
‘I’m Leroy, and this is Sylvia, the slut I married.’
‘You’re a slut?’ Darrel asked her.
‘That’s all I am, Sir,’ she answered.
‘Is it politically correct to say you’re a beautiful ‘cunt’?’ Darrel sneered.
‘She’s a morally ugly hooker!’ Leroy said.
‘I admire your husband for selling you,’ Darrel responded as Sylvia volunteered to disrobe
‘Your tits are obscenely big,’ Darrel remarked.
‘Prostitution’s an obscene business,’ Leroy noted.
‘When did she begin turning tricks?’ Darrel inquired.
‘That’s how we celebrated our wedding 7 years ago,’ Leroy informed him.
‘Wow!’ Darrel exclaimed.
‘That’s astonishing, isn’t it?’ Leroy grinned.
‘Yeah,’ Darrel answered while undressing to expose his 10-inched dick.
He then looked up and saw Albert, the white, 46-y/o ‘king’, watching and masturbating.
‘You have an audience,’ Darrel said as he bent Sylvia over a couch and penetrated her dung-chute.
‘Sodomize her!’ Leroy urged him.
‘Rip my ass apart!’ Sylvia whimpered, though it wasn’t long until she panted, ‘I’m cumming!’
‘Quiet, whore!’ Darrel snarled as he ploughed his jizz into her rectum.
‘You dirty, little hooker!’ Leroy next quoted a movie line before he smashed his cock into her anus. For 10 minutes, he hammered her, until he unloaded in her bowels and withdrew from her, though she couldn’t believe him sliding her cup beneath her ass and ordering, ‘Fart into your coffee!’
‘Yes, Sir!’ – and she’d scarcely done so when Albert crossed the room and ejaculated into her beverage. He then took a $ 50 bill from his pocket.
He handed it to her and said, ‘I’m paying your $20 admission fee plus an extra 30. Hookers are always welcome at my establishment, and I want to hire you to entertain a large party this Friday night.’
‘She’ll do it,’ Leroy promised.
‘Good,’ Albert replied as he departed the chamber.
‘Toast him, bitch,’ Leroy said.
‘Yes, sir,’ – and Sylvia swallowed her brew.
The next Friday night, however, Leroy and Darrel attended the party, after which they congratulated her for earning $1, ooo, and…
‘… I’m an expensive escort,’ she smiled.
Part 3 – Fuck Me!
Previous instalments haven’t explained that Sylvia had rebelled against her religious upbringing, though blasphemy still incensed her.
A week after she and Leroy went to The Scarlet Letter Club, he decided to exploit that during a Sunday morning church service. But a Friday or Saturday night rarely passed when at least one other man wasn’t in bed with Sylvia and Leroy, including the white, 31-y/o Doyle.
He relished Leroy’s plan: At 10:45, Leroy had Sylvia wear a long dress and regular shoes, then drove to the church. Doyle was already sitting in the next-to-last pew; the couple sat down behind him.
Two days earlier, Leroy had requested the pastor to deliver a sermon denouncing adultery. And, oh, did he ever!
‘Unfaithful wives are sinners!’ he thundered as Leroy removed a vibrator from his pocket.
He activated the device, reached under her dress and buried it in her muff.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispered.
‘Ask Jesus to fuck you,’ Leroy quietly ordered.
‘Fuck me, Jesus!’ she softly obeyed.
In a bit, Leroy thrust a cross in next to the vibrator. Seeing that amused Doyle; he flipped her the bird and left. When the pastor finished his sermon, Leroy and Sylvia departed, as well.
‘Take the vibrator and cross out,’ Leroy said.
She did.
Next, she and Leroy got in the husband’s car, and he drove to The City Adult Bookstore. They went into the video arcade where Doyle was standing in the hall.
Since he was aware of her prostitution, he sneered, ‘God condemns paid slummers!’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Mary Magdalene’s Sylvia’s inspiration,’ Leroy said.
‘Jesus married a hooker?’ Doyle asked.
‘Yeah, and the 12 disciples were her favourite johns,’ Leroy answered.
‘She defiled herself for money,’ Doyle remarked.
‘Sylvia does, too,’ Leroy answered.
”She’s filth incarnate!’ Doyle said as Leroy opened the door to a private viewing room and led her into it while Doyle followed.
‘We intend to punish you!’ Leroy warned her as he and Doyle unzipped their jeans.
‘Worship my dick!’ Leroy snarled as she dropped her knees and gulped it into her mouth, followed by Doyle chiselling his 10-inch tool into her pussy.
‘You’re an animal, aren’t you?’ he said.
‘Uh-hmmm!’ Sylvia nodded.
Nonetheless, that aroused her to a climax which Doyle and Leroy ignored until the latter suggested, ‘Breed her!’
‘What?’ Doyle inquired.
‘Breed the animal!’
‘Her womb had better be fertile!’ Doyle responded as he drained his sperm into her snatch while Leroy’s cock erupted in her mouth
After a brief pause, he said, ‘It’s time to complete her shame.’
‘How?’ Doyle asked.
‘This is how,’ Leroy replied, with him clutching Sylvia’s tresses and towing her into the men’s restroom. Four black customers then watched Leroy and Doyle pissing in the urinal and having her lick it clean.
‘She must be the janitor,’ one guy remarked.
‘She’s well-trained,’ Doyle answered before he, Leroy and Sylvia left the store.
That night, however, Doyle and Leroy commercialized the lowest slut in town.
Jesus Christ, man!
Part 4 – Stinking Harlot
The following Saturday afternoon, Leroy and Sylvia accompanied their white, 18-y/o friend, Jerome, to a freshman college banquet.
‘We support education, don’t we, Sylvia?’ Leroy inquired.
‘Yes, Sir,’ she responded.
‘What’s your major?’ Leroy asked.
‘Sexology,’ Jerome answered.
‘That’s an interesting subject,’ Leroy remarked.
‘Yeah, except my grammar’s bad and I need an English tutor,’ Jerome said.
‘Your grammar’s perfect, isn’t it, Sylvia?’ the husband replied.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘She’ll help you,’ Leroy offered her services.
‘Thanks,’ the teenager said, though since her gown had a plunging neckline, Leroy noticed him staring at her tits.
‘She’s a busty wench, isn’t she?’ he asked.
‘She’s magnificent!’ Jerome complimented her.
‘Thank you, Sir!’ Sylvia gushed.
‘It’s okay to admire your wife, isn’t it?’ Jerome asked.
‘Yeah. In fact, you can enjoy her dirty favours,’ the husband winked.
‘You’re serious?’
‘Yeah, I am. Let’s take her wherever you live,’ Leroy said as he, Sylvia and Jerome crossed the campus to an apartment.
The guys next stripped, and she removed her gown.
‘Pretend she’s a virgin and pop her cherry,’ Leroy encouraged Jerome.
‘I’ll shred Sylvia’s hymen,’ the youngster said as he leaned her forward and drilled his 12-inch cock into her pussy.
‘Hurt me!’ she begged.
‘Shut your mouth!’ the cute boy sneered
‘Fornication’s an abomination, isn’t it, Jerome?’ he questioned the stud.
‘Yeah!’ Jerome replied as he came here and snatched and withdrew from it.
But his scorn brought Sylvia to an orgasm, with Leroy ravishing her bowels until he sprayed jizz into them.
‘Tell Jerome the truth about yourself!’ he commanded.
‘I’m a slut and a whore, sir!’
‘Skank!’ Jerome snorted.
‘I’ll downgrade skank to skunk!’ Leroy smiled.
‘You smell worse than the crap!’ Jerome responded.
‘Yes, I do, sir!’
‘Yeah, you stinking harlot!’ Leroy derided her.
However, she wanted him and Jerome to pimp her, though they disappointed to her end the afternoon,
Still, married harlots are wonderful, aren’t they?
Yes, indeed!
Part 5 – Possessed
The white, 22-y/0 Tim was The City Adult Bookstore’s clerk. and the September, Monday night 2 weeks after the banquet, Leroy drove there to buy an explicit novel.
‘My wife, Sylvia, and I were here last month,’ he said.
‘You and another guy,’ Tim recalled the occasion,
‘Doyle. Sylvia worshipped our cocks,’ Leroy said.
‘I suspect she worships demons, too,’ Tim mirthfully responded.
‘They possess her,’ Leroy said.
‘Her soul’s lost,’ Tim replied.
‘Yeah, especially because she asked Jesus to fuck her while she was in church,’ Leroy answered.
‘Really?’ Tim said.
‘Yeah,’ Leroy confirmed the facts.
‘Whoa!’ Tim exclaimed, then: – ‘I’m not a priest or I’d perform an exorcism.’
‘You can administer ‘unholy’ communion (piss), can’t you?’ Leroy inquired,
‘When and where?’ Tim said.
‘My backyard tomorrow night at 11,’ Leroy arranged Sylvia’s humbling.
Since the weather was warm, however, Tim wore nothing but a mask and shoes that night.
Sylvia heard him knocking, opened the door and stammered, ‘W-w-who… are… y-y-you?’
‘I’m the devil’s messenger!’ Tim laughed while stroking his 13-inch phallus.
‘Yes, sir!’
Tim next pushed her to knees, spun around and crushed her lips into his butt-crack.
‘Rim me!’ he snarled.
Sylvia did, before he turned and relieved his bladder into her mouth.
‘You cursed my naked wife!’ Leroy remarked.
‘Thank me!’ Tim demanded while Leroy undressed.
‘Thank you, sir!’
‘Hell, bimbo, you’re absolutely worthless!’ Tim mocked her as he slowly gouged his weapon into her pussy.
‘Eeeeh!’ she yelped.
‘Listen to her suffer!’ Leroy said.
‘We’re wounding her pride!’ Tim chuckled as Leroy slashed his dick into Sylvia’s mouth.
Once she had an orgasm, the men withdrew from her and emptied their balls into her hair.
‘We gave the inglorious cunt a shampoo!’ Tim jeered.
‘Yeah, Mrs Goldilocks!’ Leroy replied.
”Thank you, sirs.’
‘You’re welcome,’ the ‘masked stranger’ answered, then vanished into the night.
Before Leroy and Sylvia went to bed, though, she started reading the novel which Doyle had written and self-published.
It described her Sunday morning adventure and was a best-seller at the store.
‘Whoa,’ as Tim had said.