Whose breath I hateI was asked to

wear five items of clothing, and that

included my long five inch heels and
mangalsutra too and yet I felt almost
nude. My red choli was backless with
low cut round neck that nearly
covered my breasts, revealing some
very nice under-boob. Some
strategic tears also provided
glimpses of other sections of my
breasts. I red choli and a mini yoga
thongI was certainly wearing a bra,
but the showcase one. I was more
facilitating for show off, bounteous
and bouncing, jiggling of my breast
as I moved out of cab towards that
night club. The last item that she
wore was a pair of skin color mini
tights. They might have been yoga
short. They lived up to their name,
the semi transparent material
clinging closer to my pussy lips and
ass cheeks. My every curve was on
display and emphasised in a way
that even nudity wouldn't do."Oh No
God!" I noticed reading the huge
billboard at the entrance of Darling's
nightclub. I was summoned into a
striptease night club, by that
mystery pervert host who had my
BDSM fuck video at his hands. Just
two days ago I received the
complete video of brutal disgraceful
fuck at my dad's haveli and email
also contained an e-ticket and hotel
details. Like most of perverts, the
blackmailer must have been a man
of few words as email said nothing
much except a small instruction.
"Meet me for the video at Darlings'
nightclub on 12th Feb, in Bangkok.
Don't forget to wear the clothes you
will find in hotel's room wardrobe."I
only had two options, either to
delete the email and wait for the
consequences or do what I was
instructed to do. The second option
was much again my nature, I would
even feel irritated if someone asks
me to give a smile. I would smile and
cry at my own, no one should dictate
me what shall I do. My official status
at work, my dealing with Kunal and
family, my commanding attitude
with my subordinates and even chat
friends online was marked by this
behaviour that I should not be taught
or instructed what should I do or I
should not. This was an arrogant
behaviour, I knew and I had paid fair
cost for this in my life, losing most of
beloved ones.The stakes though in
that case were much higher, my
arrogance would cost me much more
than losing an online chat partner or
a business client. The mystery
blackmailer instructing me from
Bangkok could ruin my life with that
video, so I wisely chose the second
option and reached here earlier
today.As I enter the Darlings'
nightclub, my mind wondered on this
whirlwind intimidating trip to
Bangkok, by unknown host. Hearing
a low scream in my mind, Pooja you
will be fucked here, woman n me
warned me. I looked around for the
mystery man.I received a lot of looks
the moment I stepped out of the
hotel. Most of the men were staring
at me as I walked down the street.
There I saw that pig Khan, sitting at
the bar and waved me middle finger
of his right hand. My mind full with a
heat and repulsion for this pervert
man, who ruined my life in Delhi and
there he was again, I felt an electric
frisson of fear.I reached near him
reluctantly in small steps, avoiding
so many vulgar gazes on my so well
exposed body. The nipples- another
maverick, all they need an intense
burning gaze and would become so
proud and prominent. I felt them
grew erect under my bra as I reach
to Khan."What?" I asked avoiding his
burning eyes. "Why the hell you
have called me here Khan?" I asked
in loud voice. "Seems you did not get
enough dosage for your pervert
scheming earlier?" I spoke
pretentiously confident, knowing I
must not show him any sign of
weakness for that shameful video of
mine."Nothing serious, Pooja ." The
pig replied caressing luscious curves
of my upper thighs his thick index
finger moved between my leg and
his finger sort of made exclamation
sing right over my pussy. "It's all
about your married pussy, nothing
personal, Pooja!" He spited those
words in cold frozen voice, but to my
surprise the effect in between my leg
was burning.I closed my legs closer,
as much as possible. The tightness
of the material stretched over at his
touch, I felt the vibrations of his
finger scratching have transferred
right through that material, into my
labia. His repulsive hand and
loathsome acts both were as
humiliating, as arousing. I knew I've
to stop it before getting wet in that
semi transparent yoga pants, which
were sticking only as an outer layer
of skin.Jerking his hand away I
replied in rage "You coward pig, you
know that you cannot put your step
in Delhi and fuck me like a man, so
you are hiding here and blackmailing
for that video." I was still trying to
forge an escape. I knew, if I give in to
this pervert in this foreign land, I will
be reduced to a cheap whore."Well,
isn't this a piece of arrogance from a
compulsive whore!" Khan speak, this
time his finger move over my right
breast inch away and her draw a
complete imaginary circle in air,
exactly of the size of my breast. "But
you are over dreaming Pooja, who
said I want to fuck you?" He asked
and drew a question mark around
my erect nipple with the tip of his
finger.All the forming juices in my
pussy dried at once, hearing that
humiliating question. A big wave of
frustration even take over my anger,
the typical feeling I've experienced
most of my life when I'm left in
between, half moist. I was angrier on
myself, for noticing how much
control my whorish cunt has gain
over me during last year, seems my
mood is controlled by volume of
wetness down there.When I left my
hotel an hour ago, my subconscious
had accepted that pervert Khan will
blackmail me for that video and in
anger and revenge for what
happened to him and his men in
Chandigarh will fuck me brutally,
somewhere and I was looking
forward for such long wrathful fuck,
without consciously acknowledging.
But here he was making these
dramas and playing with my words
and my mind. Luckily, not many
people around were not focusing on
us and most were watching those
Thai girls about to stripe at the
stage."Look Khan, I want that video
back."It took me a while to compose
myself before saying this. "Tell me
what you want and let's get over it
fast?" I asked looking in his eyes for
the first time and pushing his
traveling hand from over my strained
body."We all are here to look at you,
Pooja, this night." He replied
finishing his drink. "Guess who much
they have fixed your rate for a strip
tease session?" He inquired me
causality and waved someone to
come."No." I shout back louder.
"Never, I will do this and how can I
trust you, that you will delete all files
of that video?""Well, you've a valid
question." He replied taking my
anger and resistance only as a token
protest. "Your dad can get my Indian
passport blocked, my property and
bank accounts are all seized, you get
me all those back and arrange my
safer return to India, and if you do all
that I've no reason to sell that porn
video."I looked in his eyes,
wondering if I shall trust him or not.
They were blank, no sincerity, no
vengeance, nor even a shade of lust,
as he held me from both shoulders.
"Pooja, we both have to trust each
other, Raj can get me killed there
with RSS guys and I too can betray
you, so it's all about mutual trust.""I
want it first."I replied jerking his
heavy hand away from your
shoulder. "I'm here in these semi
nude clothes at your disposal, so I
cannot escape, give me that video
and I will do that." I said looking at
the stage where a Chinese girl was
striping. I felt a sudden sense of
shame and humiliation taking over
me, for how easily I've given up. The
very idea of going at that stage and
striping publically as a professional
whore was far beyond to my
submissive fantasies, even. My
throat got all dried and pussy seems
too had sucked all water from my
body. I shuddered and explode, my
hand involuntary moved to Khan's
strong shoulder to gain a support or I
would have fallen. The orgasm was
most sudden in my life. It builds
within seconds and jolted my entire
cunt like an earthquake."No, don't
try to seduce me bitch "Pig pushed
me away. "If you are so keen to cum
Pooja, go up there and those viewers
would love watching you Cuming and
shivering."Shocked and frustrated,
interrupted at the verge of sudden
orgasm my body falls backward.
"No... Khan!" I could only cried that
when a man from behind help me in
his small hands, my ass pressed on
his erection. "Take it easy, slut...take
it easy." He whispered in my ear and
I felt his hand quickly slipping inside
my yoga pent and he start rubbing
my clitora. "Let me make you cum,
huh." He whispered more.
"Ahhhhh....nooooooo, Pleaseeeee,
yes yes yes." I grunt so loud that
many must have heard me moaning
as whore but I was so close to
cumming. He was almost as tall as
me and I found my hand going
around his shoulder for support.
"Oooooeeeeeeee ....no no
noooooo ...pleaseeee, yesss there." I
kept asking him all contrasting
things."You are almost there..." He
replied slipping his three small
fingers in my pussy and shook his
hand like shaking hand with
someone there. A stranger, complete
stranger, I could not even recognized
in blurred vision of momentary
ecstasy is he is Indian or Chinese or
what? All I wanted him to make me
cum or kill."Leave her; she won't
cum without getting a big Lauda
man." Pervert Khan had nothing to
do but discourage that stranger,
when he passed those comments.
"What's Lauda?" The fool stopped
moving his finger in my blazing cunt,
again at the peak."Ask her?" Khan
replied laughing loud, his voice and
joyful face on my suffering. This
inflicted me to the core; the pig was
having fun of me, when I'm denied of
a public orgasm on a stranger's
finger. I hated him most for putting
me in this situation. "She is most
familiar here with Lauda." Khan
added."Please let me cum." I
pleaded looking in small eyes of
Chinaman. "No, I meant, let me go
please.""What a confused whore you
are?" Chinaman resumed fingering
my pussy inside those yoga thong,
just when I was about to get out of
his hands. His small fingers moved
freely all inside my cunt, stroking,
shaking, pasting, mashing, and
twisting. I felt him so closer to
myself, don't know why but I started
liking him, felt his small fingers like
my own."Cum slut, I got lot of work
to do." This time he sort of pleaded
fingering my pussy hard and fast.
"Yessssssssssssssss ...there...
cummingggggggg....cummingggg ...!
" I couldn't take it anymore and
finally started to spasm and shake in
his arm, my hot juices gushing out to
shower his three fingers as I explode
hard all over in his palm.It took me
awhile to regain my composure.
Chinaman has helped me sitting over
a stool and was wiping my legs from
all over my legs. I looked at Khan
and pervert was smiling.
"Congratulation! " He said adding
insult to my injury. "Let's get to work,
if you have achieved what your cunt
keeps seeking every time,
everywhere?""Watch your tongue
you pig, enough is enough." I was
now full of rage, humiliated, inflicted,
dishonored and treated like a toy by
this pervert at a public place. I even
tried but could not manage to look at
Chinaman, who made me cum.
"Better control your honey cunt,
Pooja". Khan replied in a shrill voice.
"What you think, you can cum,
anytime, anywhere you want?"If I
had a gun here, I would have put all
bullets in your balls, pig." I shout
back on him equally, I could not
tolerate him for a moment more the
way he was insulting me."Calm down
slut, calm down." Chinaman pressed
my shoulder and whisper in his
typical kindness. "He is only teasing
you.""See yin, if she has to shot me
she will fire at my balls." Khan made
more fun of me. "Why do you always
think below the belt, Pooja, your cunt
and my balls, seems your
imagination ends here?"'Enough
guys enough ". Chinaman stopped us
both. "Are you going to do the strip
show tonight?" He asks me. I'm
manager of this club, friend call me
Yin. He offered his hand greeting me.
The same hand which has already
traveled to my most private parts.
I've had hand shake with hundreds of
my men, at work place and parties
but never felt this kind of reluctance
in hold his hand. I lowered my gaze
while holding his wet fingers. "Yes, I
found myself giving him my consent
for the strip show. "No, but, I mean, I
know nothing about it." I inquired
finally looking in his shape small
eyes."Just go up there on stage, take
a few rounds. Roll around the pipe.
Shake your ass, press your tits, and
take of these clothes one by one and
throw it to the crowd, that's it." The
club manager explained all seven
steps of strip teasing in a single
breath. "And a little licking and
flicking of your nipples and cunt,
with a pleasant smile, all the way."
He added.I nodded looking at Khan,
"Will you keep your words?" I asked
him in hopeful voice."Yes, I told you
Pooja, I won't fuck you, you've my
words... you want me to swear on
my lauda now?" He inquired."Pig
...fucks you." I murmured and turned
my head towards the stage and
listen both of them laughing behind
me. "Yes, that option is on." Khan
teased more.=========A Tease
StripteaseI stepped out on the stage
smiling, although inside my tummy
was churning. I began to move
around the stage, now feeling a little
more confident and actually enjoying
the warmest applause. The crowd
received me in a thrilling manner
and egoistic whore in me felt so
proud on finding so many people
admire my looks, my rich curves.
Their eyes were given the
opportunity to see all the pleasures
nature couldOffer; and if the
pleasant aspects of a well shaped
young lady are able to arouse their
minds, they would say that the girl in
front of them has enjoyed all the
delicacies of love. I was standing
there in front of them, as a
striptease, to please them more, to
drop my clothes in front of them and
may be even dance, totally naked.
"Choli ke peeche kya hai, choli ke
peeche "Some Indian among them
sung that old vulgar song loudly. "Aaj
pata chale ga ...!" Another one
replied, loudly.By the end of the first
track, I was on schedule. I had lost
my choli, and as the second track
started, I stood legs slightly apart
facing the audience which was a
mass of hungry male faces. I was
now wearing spiky high heels that
skin color yoga thong, and a lacy
showcase bra.I moved my ass like
I'm being fucked from behind, then I
raised one leg, the pencil heel
pressing into the steel rode. My legs
spread wide, silky smooth pussy just
barely concealed by the skin yoga
thong that does more to accentuate,
and reveal, than actually covering
my pussy.I started to tease them,
cupping my breasts, running my
hands down over my yoga thong,
easing the sides down, and then
pulling them back up again. I was
working them well, but now it was
time to show them something. I
turned my back on them and undid
my bra. I eased it off and cupped my
breasts in my hands. As I turned,
there was wild cheering when I
dropped my hands and displayed my
breasts. I licked my finger and
rubbed it around my already hard
nipples.Suddenly, I was beginning to
enjoy myself. My lack of sex over the
last three weeks was making me feel
horny now that I was displaying
myself. I could feel the warm
sensation deep between my thighs
as my juices started to flow. I gripped
the thin strap of my yoga thong, and
amid loud applause, eased it slowly
over my hips.There were more
whistles and shouts as my pussy
came into view, smooth and clean
shaven. I tossed the damp yoga
thong into the crowd, and smiled as I
saw them fight over it.Now I was
stark nude in front of hundreds of
burning eyes. I could feel the lust in
the air, and as the last track started,
I went into a slow acrobatic routine I
had learned in my dance school
days. I knew it was extremely
revealing in some positions with my
legs spread wide, and I knew my
pussy lips were open and the creamy
wetness would be visible to
everyone. I finished the routine with
a back flip and went into an eye
watering splits. The audience went
wild as I slowly got to my feet, and
smiled at them.======Ten
Minutes of Eternity"Now the Ten
Minute cum holding competition."I
was about to leave the stage when
someone announced on speaker. I
watched six other girls, who had
performed there earlier moved on
stage on my both side.For a moment
I could believe what I heard and
where this all leading to, I looked
around, almost deciding that I should
step down, when my horrified eyes
meet Khan's sparkling eyes. From a
distance pig showed me thumbs up
sign. I knew what he was referring
to.Six round one legged glass tables
of my knee height were brought on
stage and placed at the edge. "The
game is short and full of kinks."The
voice on speaker echoed again, the
same fucking kind voice. "All
participants can instruct these six
whores to finger their cunt; they will
only act on your instructions." I
carefully listened while watching
other girls moving to the glass table.
My mind was shaped liked this, when
it come to competing, I never want
to lose, not matter what winning is
about and I ignored that I was
referred as whore."You can ask them
to increase their finger fuck, add
more fingers and even stop them at
anytime during the act." The voice
on speaker was elaborating the rules
of game in scripted manner. "The
one, who can hold her orgasm for
Ten Minute, will be the winner of the
night." The man on speaker phone
saying this went silent "bet wisely
man" and crowd broke into cheers.
"The Indian slut ...the dusky
queen...the silky whore."I heard most
innovative names for me, but it was
clear that majority of crowd was
betting on me ...they all were
expecting the I will be able to hold
my orgasm for Ten Minutes in front of
them, but it was not a good omen for
this game.When I staged my ass on
the cold surface of glass table, I was
already wet. Ashamed, humiliated
and treated as a sex toy, what else I
needed to get wetter but I was
required not to be wet. Never, in my
life I sense such a sure defeat in a
competition. Ten Minutes! I
shrugged."All girls spread your legs
wider, the wider you can spread the
better they will be able see and
witness your wetness." Here come
the first instruction on speaker, with
a free tip. I watched someone among
crowd was even waving the Indian
flag in excitement, while betting on
me."Indian girl, spread your legs
more."Here came a specific
instruction and I knew who it was for.
Tilting backward on glass table, I grip
my inner thighs in shaking hands
and spread my legs wide, wider and
wider. The growing spark in men's
eyes was telling me how exposed my
married cunt is for their viewing
pleasure.A street whore in India must
not have undergone such humiliation
that my fate has brought for me. I
was doing the cheapest and vulgar
act a woman can imagine ...showing
my cunt to hundreds of man, yet
with a bright smile on my face.
"Nooooo", I felt a sudden orgasm
started building in me, those burning
eyes and this degrading posture of
mine, was telling me to the core. I
wanted to cum so badly. "God what
do I do, shall I lose even before the
start of competition?"I would die but
give in ... I diverted my mind
thinking of Kunal, his kind soft voice,
how would he be feeling if he was
here, my dad, my family, I
summoned all the sweet memories
of my beloved one. To divert my
attention and hold my orgasm, at
least for some time."Girl is you
ready?" The voice on speaker
inquired us and we all wondered
what he asking, are we ready to cum
or not to cum?"Here we go "He adds
as none of us replied whatsoever.
"But remember if you won't follow
the instructions, you will be
disqualified from the game..."Start
rubbing your pussies, NOW...!"My
itching fingers rushed to my cunt,
but I know, I've to be gentle to live
one more minute at least in that
competition. I start rubbing my clit
gently and to divert my mind start
looking for Khan, I was sure his
repulsive face will help me denying
an orgasm. But he was nowhere,
what a pig he was, even his
disappearance was not reliving.
"Girls . . . ask them to looker closer."
Here come another instruction on
mike.

"Look at my sex..." I found myself

shamefully saying to whoever among
them was looking at it. "Look at my
pussy ...my cunt, my pussy." I could
not understand why I'm still alive,
what more humiliation I've to face
more to die out of shame. I thought
rubbing my pussy and chanting that
mantra lecherously.

Seems my words had derived all

attention to my pussy as I noticed
people pushing each other, riding
over each other to get in my side of
stage and look at my cunt. A sudden
and more intense wave of pride
taking over my shame and guilt
helped me to keep rubbing my clit,
shifting my entire weight on hand
and lifting my pussy upward for
deeper view.
"Rub faster." Instruct the kind
Chinaman on speaker. "Fuck you ass
hole." I could not stop cursing him in
my heart, fucking mentor, you want
me to win or lose?"

"Ahhhhhhmmmmmmmmm." This
time we all girls moaned louder and
together on the microphone
attached to our ears, as we
increased rubbing our pussies faster.
The other moaners on my each side
was indeed a good Oman, I felt
confident that they too are aroused
now.

"Faster, faster faster. Rub your Indian

cunt faster." The crowd starts singing
in a chorus, aloud.

There is a thin line between

confidence and overconfidence,
Pooja." Voice of dad echoed in my
mind, as I found myself rubbing my
pussy fanatically, out of
overconfidence. No bitch slow down
my mind screamed as I juices were
filling my cunt intensely.

I played a tactical move and

changed my hand and this gave me
a momentary pause to avoid my
orgasm. Here while shifting my
balance to other hand my eyes meet
the pig again. He was shaking his big
head, in disappointment.

"Put a finger in your cunt". The

Chinaman instruct in a jubilant voice.

Crowds go mad, in anticipation.

"Don't cum Indian slut, don't cum."
Many men who had betted on me,
shouted together, realizing the
gravity of situation and their money
on stake.
"Fuckkkkkkkk." The girl on my right,
soon after pushing her finger inside
the wet cunt explodes.
"Fuckkkkkkkk... ahhhhhmm... "She
was moaning in utter lust and
fingering herself wildly.

"Opppsssssssssss ... loser, loser,

loser...!" Crowd starts bashing on
her. Khan showed me his palm from
the distance, as if asking to stop.
Bastard was smart knowing that I
can take advantage of this tactical
informal pause in game. But like his
every idea, I hated this one to; I did
not want to stop fingering myself.

"Put two fingers now and pinch your

nipple with other hand." Instructed
Chinaman, mother fuck knew so well
how to manage crowd. Fuck your
managerial skills. I again cursed him
in my heart while slipping another
finger in my cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm." Next I
too screamed aloud, I never loved
my finger this much in my life. I was
not the lonely screamer there...many
among crowd joined the lust full
scream, while exploding in their
pants. Some took our cocks now
shameless and start stroking.

"Let's cum together, an Indian man

from distance shout suggestively
looking in my eyes, while stroking his
small cock. This is the irony of
submissive life, no woman would
hate such suggestion by a man, at
the peak of her building orgasm, but
I looked away, feeling so insulted,
while moving my two fingers in my
cunt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Cu cu
cumingggggggg." Another poor girl
in lust on stage could not hold and
achieved her glory while losing the
competition.

Khan from a distance pointed my

something on the top of my head. He
showed me reflection of huge digital
stopwatch. 7:40 minutes had passed.
I node him instinctively.

Here comes another biggest surprise

for me as I pinched my nipples. For a
moment I could not believe, if I held
my own nipple, it was thick and long
now like never before, like long
grapes, "Oh my my!" For a moment I
felt in was pinching a date seed. So
fully erect pointing up like pencil
erasers...I spotted so many watery
mouth wide open around me to have
my nipple.

"You nippers and cunt are of exactly

same color, Indian slut". Someone
very close to stage shouted. I don't
know why it was needed but I nod
my head in acknowledgement to his
vulgar compliment.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....fuckk
cumingggggggg." Luckily another
girls on my left exploded.

"Girls keep fingering your cunt

harder, one more minute left. The
announcement came in speaker. My
eyes meet Khan and he made a
strange signal like asking me to play
a piano.

I keep tickling, pinching, pulling and

flicking my extraordinarily sensitive
and erect nipples while between my
legs, following the pig's instruction

I started mixing my fingers to gain a

strategic pause. I would push first
two fingers and while pulling them
out.
My body was burning, I felt a strong
craving to rise and dance nude on
stage and cum on the face of every
man there. Something had happened
to my pussy, it had become a
creature of its own, sucking my
fingers inwards. It was like my cunt
wanted to address the crowd, live. It
wanted to say something to them,
but not finding appropriate words.

"This Indian whore has trained her

cunt so well." Someone among
spectators made a loud comment. I
was now too indifferent to insult and
shame, humiliation or appreciation,
love or hate, loathing or amazement,
remorse or disapproval nothing
mattered to me, in that blissful state
of utter submission.

I lost all senses of time and space,

my cunt was pushing and pulling my
three fingers automatically. I heard a
witch kind of voice echoing on
speaker, and it was my own voice. "I
won't cum Khan... Khan ...see I'm not
Cumming...you were right Khan, It
takes a big lauda to make me cum."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmm
mmmmm. Sorryyyy sorryyyy...I
coulddddddddddd nottt." The only
other contestant left in competition
cried and her louder moans took
over all those endearments, I was
uttering in that trance.

"Time's up!" Announced the

Chinaman in a delightful voice. The
Indian girl has won.

Crowd erupts in joy, clapping,

whistling, commenting, laughing,
abusing. There erupts a volcano out
of my cunt. I fall on table and a huge
fountain of cunt water explodes. I
was gulping air and shaking my
head. Never had I felt anything like
the sensations ricocheting through
my groin, coming from the epicenter
of my sex, that too without a cock in
me.

"Is he peeing?" Those were the last

words I could hear before passing
away, for few hours, right there on
stage, in front of hundreds of men,
indifferent to what will happen to my
body.

"Pooja Beti, Ohhh God, get up, what

has happened...what a shame for
us." Someone wrapped me in a cloth
while crying but I could not see or
recognised his tearful voice.

=================

Beyond Teasing
"Wake up whore!" Someone slapped
hard on my butt.