“You know, give her time she will adapt” said a begging mother
“I hope so, I wonder sometimes if she wants a husband or a chef!” said Abdul milking it further
“She is a western girl, you have to teach her” explained mother
“I will, now you go and party!” said Abdul realising he had done enough
Abdul walked around the hall looking at various men from the grooms side, he spotted a turbaned old fat man, about 50. He walked over
“Hi, I am Abdul!” he introduced himself
“Hello son, I am Harjeet” said the old man
“You here on the brides or grooms side?” he asked
“Groom, you?” he said
“Brides, so you related?” asked Abdul
“No, I provided the catering!” said Harjeet
“Brilliant, you alone?” asked Abdul
“Yes, my wife and I are divorced!” said Harjeet “What about you?”
“I am with my wife!” said Abdul
“Oh, where is she?” asked Harjeet looking around the hall
“Well, it is embarrassing, she has a sexual fantasy!” said Abdul
“Really!” said Harjeet erectly intrigued
“Yes, she likes to fuck other men, but likes it rough, forced!” said Abdul
“Rape fantasy, this is my favourite you are a lucky man!” said Harjeet laughing
“Oh, not by me, by strangers…. different men each time!” explained Abdul
“And you are ok with this?” asked Harjeet
“Yes, I know my wife is a slut, this way I am aware and when something better comes I do not feel cheated” laughed Abdul
“Good man!” said Harjeet patting him on the back
“So, her current fantasy is a turban old man, in a carpark!” said Abdul
“Ha ha, I fit the bill!” laughed Harjeet
“Yes, she spotted you during dinner and I said I will ask, but I understand fully if you don’t want to” said Abdul
“As a favour to you, of course I will!” said an excited Harjeet
“Thank you, ok you have to make it authentic, don’t mention this conversation or the fantasy and also remember he resistance and screams of no is part of her roleplaying, ignore them!” said Abdul
“Well I do not want to hurt her!” said a reluctant Harjeet
“Watch this video, she loves it, that was yesterday!” said Abdul handing over the phone
“Bloody hell, she is a whore!” said an annoyed Harjeet
“Well as long as I can use her to bring happiness to other men, my life is good!” said a humbled Abdul
“Where is she now?” asked Harjeet
“Waiting to be forced, in the carpark, parked in lot 7 by the recycling bins” said Abdul handing the keys over
Harjeet gulped down his whiskey and ran to the car park, Nadia remained unaware, still thinking she was exposed in full view, her heart was pounding in fear awaiting to be seen. She heard the steps of Harjeet walking, she ducked in an attempt to hide but then heard the central locking opening. She froze in fear, thinking it could only be Abdul, but maybe it was her mother! Harjeet opened the passenger side door and looked inside to see his goods
“Oh very nice!” he said
“Who is there?” said Nadia nervously as she heard the door close
“Shut up bitch!” he said aggressively whilst feeling her breasts
“Who are you?” screamed Nadia unaware of the voice
“Very nice!” he said again feeling her pussy
He got out of the car and climbed into the back seat, sliding under Nadia, placing her on his lap and began to slide his cock inside from behind. Her sari now around her waist, she began to resist, pleading with him to stop but he carried on, becoming more rough with her as he forced her by the hips on to his cock faster.
“I can see your tits bouncing in the mirror you whore!” he informed her
“Please, I beg you stop!” she pleaded
“No slut!” he said and then laughed
“Please, I don’t want to do this” she begged
“Why would you be sitting in your car half naked then you whore?” he shouted
“Because…. my husband….!” she tried to explain
“You are a married whore? Poor man married a dirty piece of meat like you!” he shouted back
Nadia wondered how Abdul always became the victim, she was tied up, stripped and now raped, but yet he was the one who gained the sympathy. Finally Harjeet came hard and wiped his cum on her sari before leaving the car, locking the doors as he walked away. Nadia sat their, boobs hanging out, sari around her waist and knickers gone. She was tired and sweaty, she relaxed to get her breath back when she heard the door lock open again.
“Ha ha, you look used bitch!” said Abdul laughing
“Fuck off!” she shouted
“Oh, shall I leave you here?” he asked sarcastically
“No!” she shouted
“Well be nicer to me then slut!” he shouted back
“I’m sorry!” she said reluctantly
“Much better!” he said, removing her handcuffs
Nadia rubbed her wrists and then started to re do her blouse and sari. She looked frantically for her knickers, hoping her mother wont see them
“Where are they?” She screamed
“Don’t know, not sure why you wear them anyway!” he said laughing
Nadia got out of the car, walking back with Abdul to the wedding
“Where have you been?” shouted her mother
“Erm… I went to get something from the car!” said a shocked Nadia
“Right…. you will end up in divorce if you neglect your husband!” shouted the mother
“Its ok aunty!” said Abdul again playing the victim
Abdul and Nadia walked into the hall,
“I guess there is about 150 men here if you count the staff!” said Abdul calmly
“So!” said Nadia
“So are you not curious which one fucked you?” he enquired
“Who was it?” she asked looking around
“Ha ha, now that would be telling, was it the groom? The grooms dad maybe? Or maybe its the kitchen guys, although you had a few of those in Birmingham! Urm… maybe its someone on your side, an old family friend?”
“That is sick!” said Nadia frustrated
“Ha ha, you are the one fucking men and not checking who they are!” he said laughing
Nadia looked around the room at all of the possible candidates, it could be anyone.
The following day Nadia got up to start packing, however Abdul was already downstairs and it appeared that several guests had arrived to the house. Nadia came down, greeted the guests and then went in to the kitchen to help her mother make the tea. Typically the men were in the lounge and the women, the wives of the men were in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen. Nadia came in to the lounge to serve tea, dressed in traditional clothes and her hair covered, Nadia fitted the description of purity, but her husband had other ideas as he looked at her firm ass when she bent over to serve the tea, Nadia went back to the dining room with the other women awaiting to be to take any orders from the men.
Abdul sneaked upstairs after tea was served, he went into the bedroom him and Nadia shared placing her missing knickers on the bed and attaching a note. It was a few hours until the guests left, Nadia ran upstairs before the door could even close to finish her packing and get out as soon as she could, Abdul joined her a few minutes later, by which time she made the discovery
“What is the matter?” asked Abdul innocently as he came in and Nadia was upset
“Nothing” she said wiping her tears
“Why are you crying then?” He questioned
“Look!” She said as she handed over her knickers
“What?” He acted surprised
“They are the ones I was wearing last night” she explained
“I thought you could you lost them?” He said acting confused