5 comments/ 49195 views/ 6 favorites An Expat Story Ch. 01 By: montco724 *WARNING -- PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the India. It involves nonconsensual activities and power inequality. As such, racism, abuse and rape are part of the story. If you are not comfortable with these topics, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you. Please note: all characters are over the age of legal consent (18 years of age or over). ----------------- Robert Hamilton was a mid-level executive for a multinational industrial conglomerate - you know the one, you see them sponsoring the Olympics or World Cup. But his life's goal was to leave the United States and work overseas. He had always been an avid traveler, but he figured the expat life was for him. Finally, at the age of 36, he got his big break - a two year posting to India. It was a dream come true. So, one December, Robert found himself moving to India for his mega company. They had arranged for him to have a very nice four bedroom home on the outskirts of the city. It was block construction, similar to a townhouse back in the United States. One of the terrific perks of an expat assignment is the domestic help. The company provided him with a car and driver, plus a small stipend for domestic help. The goal was for the stipend to cover a single domestic servant. Robert began the process of hiring someone who could cook and clean for him. Through his relocation specialist, he placed an ad in the local English-speaking publication. The following week, he began interviews at his home. All of the candidates spoke perfect English and all were expensive, consuming his entire stipend (and some of the help were even more expensive so he would be paying out of pocket). None of them seemed like a fit - all of them were older, most in their late 40s. Near the end of the day, he met with an older gentleman, Sunil, in his late 50s who was only a cook. There had been a mix-up in his application. Robert instantly hit it off with the older gentleman. The bonus was that he was cheap and would only cost Robert about 65% of his stipend. At that rate, he could get a second person as a housekeeper. As the day concluded, he had a cook who would start the following day, but he still needed a housekeeper. The relocation specialist conveyed that there would be nobody else suitably qualified. Robert wondered how in a country of billions of desperately poor there couldn't be anyone suitable. The following morning, Robert asked his cook Sunil how there couldn't be a suitable housekeeper. Sunil told him, "Well, that depends on your definition of suitable. You will probably not find someone who speaks English. And you will probably not find someone your neighbors won't look down on." Robert asked, "What the hell does that mean?" "Have you heard of the caste system? Of the untouchables? Someone of the lowest caste that they are unworthy of your time, unworthy of the air they breathe. People in India hold them as walking trash - nearly the waste of a life." Robert had heard of this. But he didn't put much stock in such things. He asked, "Do you know anyone who would work for the amount I can pay?" Sunil answered slowly, "I do not. And I do not hold such opinions, however, it is very culturally taboo. However, I can make inquiries." ----------------- Nothing more was spoken on the topic for several days. One morning in mid-December, Sunil told Robert that he had found several individuals of an undesirable caste who would welcome the employment. If it pleased Robert, they could all come the following day. --------------------- The next morning, Robert woke up and set about straightening up. He did not want his future housekeeper to think he were a pig. Sunil showed all three in and Robert met with each individually, with Sunil acting as a translator. Each of the three women were in their mid-40s with older children in their home -- they moved slowly and Robert wondered if they were lazy. Two actually spoke very limited English, but the third did not have any English skills. Unfortunately, two were "hygienically challenged." Robert was not impressed. He told them he would consider that evening and send word with Sunil. The three women left and Sunil took his leave to begin making dinner. The bell rung and with Sunil cooking, Robert answered the door. Before him stood a most beautiful young Indian woman. On seeing Robert she lowered her eyes and spoke quickly in Hindi. Robert had no clue what she was saying. He yelled "Sunil!" into the kitchen and the old man came running. Sunil took one look at the girl and Robert could see the shock in his face. Sunil began speaking quickly with the girl for several minutes who was answering him respectfully. "Excuse me," Robert said. "But what does she want?" "Sir, this is the daughter of the last woman you met this morning." Robert's thoughts returned to only hygienic candidate. "She would not marry the man her parents chose for her, so she has been thrown out and is now forced to find work. She is inquiring about the position." Robert asked, "Do you know her? What can you tell me of her?" Sunil answered, "Her name is Piya. She does not have much formal schooling. She is 19 and her parents had an arranged marriage for her, also to another untouchable. But she refuses to marry him. She has a reputation for being a bit rebellious and got into trouble when she was younger. But she is a hard worker. I have known the family for many years." Piya kept her head down, but was casting quick glances at the two men talking. "How much?" Robert asked. "Sir, if I may. That is now how you deal with them. You tell them what you will offer. They take the job or not. Piya is quite anxious for work and given her situation, you can get her cheaply." Robert quoted an amount that was 35% of his allowance and Sunil scoffed. "She's not worth that. I will offer her 10% of your allowance. If she won't take it, her mother will." Sunil turned to Piya and spoke to her in long slow sentences. His tone with Robert was humble, but with her, he was commanding and dominant. Piya broke into tears and smiled the biggest smile. She accepted the amount, which Robert figured was less than a nice lunch back home. Robert couldn't believe how cheaply he was getting Piya! She would start the next day. --------------------- Over the next few weeks, they settled into a routine. Sunil would cook and run the kitchen and handle the shopping. Piya would clean the house, do the laundry and generally stay out of the way. It took only two weeks for Robert to notice that Piya had only two outfits -- pink and orange. But both were always clean, and she kept herself presentable. It had been almost two months since Robert had gotten laid, and he was starting to get horny. Some of the other expats at Mega Corp had told him about using prostitutes to relieve their tension. But none of them had domestic help as beautiful and innocent as Piya. Robert was fantasizing about his young servant. --------------------- Several nights later, it was quite late at night. Robert had awoken to the sounds of India. He had grown accustomed to the sounds, but what was that unusual noise? It sounded like moaning. Robert thought there must be an animal outside. --------------------- The next night, Robert heard moaning. It was nearly midnight. Fuck it, he got dressed and walked out his back down to the 10x10 foot area that constituted his yard -- a few pots with flowers and herbs grew here. There was a large piece of metal roofing that usually rested against the wall, but was pulled out away from it. The moaning was coming from there. He shone his cell phone in and discovered Piya pleasuring herself. Robert was shocked. "Piya!" he commanded. She freaked out, pulling her hand out. She was crying and talking fast in Hindi. Frankly, it was giving him a headache. He looked at her sternly and said, "Piya, Silence!" and brought his finger to his lips. Robert was in doubt. Why the hell was Piya living in his yard. This was not part of the deal. He remembered Sunil saying her parents kicked her out, but he didn't figure that meant literally, but perhaps it did. Robert moved to the little lean-two and looked in with his camera phone. There were a few blankets and her other sari, but that was all. She really was homeless. Robert motioned Piya inside and they went in. She was trembling. He was tired, but he couldn't let her sleep in his yard, that was just wrong. Nothing left to do but stick her in the guest bedroom until tomorrow and figure it out. He motioned Piya upstairs and into the guest bedroom. He pointed to her and then to bed. Robert started to leave, but Piya was changing the sheets. "What the fuck?" Robert said. Hearing his voice, she moved more quickly. Once she had changed the sheets, she turned to him for approval. Robert spoke, "Oh my god, you thought I meant change them. No, no, no. This is for you." Robert again pointed to her and then to the bed. She was confused now. Robert was tired and now he was getting pissed off. He had to work the next day. Time to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed Piya's arm and firmly guided her down onto the bed. With one hand he pushed her shoulders back until she was laying down and then Robert removed her sandals. Piya was shocked. No person had ever touched her before -- much less with kindness. And Robert had demeaned himself by removing her sandals. And she had never slept in a bed before. It was all too much. But by the time she had processed that, Robert had already left the room and turned out the light. The next morning, Piya was demure and respectful. Robert told Sunil what happened and Sunil warned him, "You musn't ever let your neighbors know. And you must not do it again. And she must not live her. Send her away, fire her." Robert said sternly, "I will not fire her and you will not make it uncomfortable for her. I will figure this out." That evening, Sunil had left for the night and Robert had put Piya back in the guest bedroom. He went into his computer and fired up some porn. Damn, he was horny and the hot girl in the next room wasn't helping matters. He'd been watching for a little while (perhaps a little too loudly) and was stroking his cock, when he sensed a presence behind him. He turned and Piya was peeking into his doorway. He stood up and faced her, "Piya!" It dawned on Robert what to do. Piya came in demure, but looking at his naked body and hard cock. Robert booted up a great POV scene of a woman sucking on a man's cock and swallowing his cum. He pointed and Piya watched mesmerized. When the scene was finished, he scooted his chair over so Piya was kneeling between his legs. She didn't move. "Fuck it," Robert said. "You're going to suck my cock and swallow my cum." He stood and stuck his cock right up to her lips. She was trembling, but he didn't care. She opened her mouth and he shoved in. This woman had no technique. She was a warm, wet mouth. But as Robert pushed in further, she had no gag reflex. Her innocence and inexperience was a huge turn-on for Robert. He ran his fingers into her hair behind her ears and began fucking her face. Actually, Piya felt really fucking good. Robert ignored the woman between his legs and focused on his own pleasure. He moaned, "Oh yeah Piya, suck that cock girl." He picked up the pace. This wasn't going to last long. Robert felt his orgasm building, he pumped quickly a few more times into Piya's mouth and then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. He hadn't come in weeks and sent his cum gushing into her mouth and throat. Piya tried to pull back, but Robert wouldn't let her pull off. She took his cum and having just seen the video on his computer, figured she had to swallow it. After all, there was no other place for it to go. Robert loosened his grip on her head. She looked up for approval and could see the ecstasy on Robert's face. He motioned her back to the guest bed room and followed her in naked. She felt nervous and climbed into bed. Robert turned off the lights and went back to his room. He now had a woman that he could use as a sexual plaything. A real life sex doll. India was going to be real interesting! To be continued... An Expat Story Ch. 02 *WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the India. It involves nonconsensual activities and power inequality. As such, racism, abuse and rape are part of the story. If you are not comfortable with these topics, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you. Please note: all characters are over the age of legal consent. This is a part of the Robert Hamilton expat series. I will not recap previous chapters in the current chapter. So, for this story to make the most sense, please review prior chapters. Robert was in heaven. He finally had his dream - a cushy expat assignment in India with a housekeeper who had just willingly sucked him off. Well, maybe she wasn't all that willing. After that night, things returned to normal. Robert didn't push his luck and force Piya to suck his cock again and she continued doing a good job and staying out of his way. Things went on this way for nearly a week. Then, late one night Robert woke up very late and very horny. The clock said 3:16am. The house was quiet. Oddly, there was an odd stillness and quietness outside as well. "Fuck it," thought Robert. There was nothing to do but force Piya to suck his cock again. She was still sleeping in the guest bedroom – over the objections of his cook Sunil. Having an Untouchable in the house was a bit more than the neighborhood could handle. Robert quietly walked down the hall and opened the door. He could her Piya's quiet rhythmic breathing. The darkness was penetrated by the small green light on the TV in the room. Piya was facing him near the edge of the bed. Robert dropped his boxers, making himself totally naked. He walked to her and put his knees on the bed. Her breathing didn't change. Doubts filled him. It was wrong to force her to do this. She was young and poor. She was only doing it because she thought he'd fire her. Hell, if she didn't suck his cock, he would fire her. That would thrust her back into her life of poverty. "To hell with that," thought Robert. "I'm her boss and this isn't some charity camp." He spoke a little more loudly than he meant to. He wanted it come off just above a whisper, but it was more commanding and louder. "Piya, wake up." And he leaned forward sticking his cock right up against her lips. She awoke with a start and bumped her nose against his cock. It took several seconds for her to remember where she was. And then it several, more seconds to comprehend Robert and his cock in front of her face. She spoke several words in Hindi, but that was several words to many. As she opened her mouth to speak again, Robert leaned forward and stuck his cock into her mouth. Piya got the message. She started rolling her tongue around Robert's cut head. She was generally reserved and timid. Last time, he had grabbed her head and used her like a fuck doll. This time he took a more supportive approach. Robert started gently touching her shoulder. From his elevated position above her, he could have shoved all the way in. Instead, he kneaded her shoulder with his left hand, encouraging her to do more. With his right hand, he took her hand. He could feel her shudder below him with this intimacy. He brought her hand up to the base of his cock. By now, Piya was more awake. She was lifting her head off the pillow to take more of Robert's cock into her mouth. She was moving up and down. But Robert's legs tired, so he flopped down onto the bed next to her. Piya didn't move. Robert moved his hand behind her head and gently started pulling her head back to his cock. Realizing she was still wanted, she gobbled his dick up. A deep moan left her throat just before Robert bottomed out. "She's actually enjoying this," thought Robert. Without really thinking, Robert reached up and cupped her breast through her gown. Piya froze. Robert didn't need for Piya to take this moment to develop morality. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick all the way in. He also firmly squeezed her breast, staking his claim to her body and her life. At that moment, Piya realized she had a certain amount of power here. If she could keep her new employer satisfied, she could be more than an Untouchable. He would take care of her, but she'd need to keep him satisfied. Despite being a virgin and having no experience with men, she decided there wasn't anything she wouldn't let him do. With that, Piya began bobbing her head up and down with absolute religious fervor. "Damn," thought Robert. "This is awesome." As she sucked his cock, her spit had him complexly soaked. Her spit ran all the way down his balls and she was marking some slurping sounds on the upstrokes. It was driving Robert mad with pleasure. The thought hit him, "There's nothing she won't let me do." At that moment, a massive torrent of cum left his balls, travelled the length of his shaft and erupted into Piya's waiting mouth. Piya wasn't prepared for it, but she did feel his dick twitch. She was going to let that be a signal to her in the future. After last time, she knew Robert would expect her to swallow. And swallow she did. She swallowed all his cum, enjoying its salty, musty texture. She kept sucking, but Robert quickly pushed her off. She learned that his cumming was a signal that it was over. Robert lay in the afterglow of his fantastic orgasm and promptly fell asleep. Piya was perplexed. Should she wake Robert up so he could sleep in his own bed? Should she stay here and sleep with him? She didn't know what to do. She agonized over it for nearly a half hour. Robert's breathing deepened. It was clear he wasn't going anywhere. Piya decided to move to the far end of the bed and go to sleep. She would be close if Robert decided to use her again. --------- In the morning, Robert woke up in the guest bedroom naked. His groin was covered in dried spit and cum. It was coming back to him. But Piya was not in the bed. He went to his room and changed for work. He went down to the kitchen and greeted Sunil, who responded coldly. "What's wrong Sunil?" "I do not question you sir, but I may not agree with your decisions. You do not understand the culture here. Piya is not one of us. The community would not approve and now you've taken her into your bed. I do not judge you, but I hope nobody learns this terrible secret. The punishment is most severe." "First, I'm going to do as I damn well please. Second, she hasn't shared my bed - I visited her in her room. Third, she's my toy and is here for my pleasure – I'm going to keep using her. Fourth, I did not fuck her." Robert paused, but quickly added. "Sunil, I enjoy your food and your companionship, but if Piya makes you uncomfortable, maybe this won't work. Will you stay and work with her?" Robert didn't realize that he had just insulted Sunil more deeply than any person ever had. Robert had just valued an Untouchable who was nothing more than a whore as more valuable than Sunil. --------- Sunil could work with Piya. After the humiliation, Sunil planned to take Piya. There was no reason why he couldn't enjoy a little of the flesh and since Piya can't speak English, well, Robert would never know. Sunil began to make his plans. --------------- Life has a way of keeping you on your toes. Robert returned home to find a police motorbike in front of his house. He went in. The officer was sitting in his kitchen like he owned the place. Piya looked extremely uncomfortable by his presence and was at her most demure. But she looked relieved that Robert had arrived. The officer explained in broken English that Sunil had died - probably a heart attack. However, when they discovered Piya in the house they decided to wait. It was most inappropriate to have her kind in the home. Robert assured him that Piya was a servant and she belonged in the home. The officer hesitated. Robert dismissed Piya and pointed upstairs. Privately, the officer said that it was bad to have her kind in the home. They are most untrustworthy. Robert thanked him. After he left, Piya returned downstairs. Robert went into the living room and sat sown. Piya sat on the floor in front of him. If he'd made a motion, Piya would have sucked him off instantly. But Robert wasn't interested in getting head right then. Instead Robert was troubled by the affairs of the house. Fuck. He could probably hire another cook, but would they be understanding of Piya? And she still fucking didn't speak any English. One of Robert's two problems resolved themselves the next morning. Piya cooked the most delightful breakfast. She'd paid attention to how Sunil cooked eggs - it was perfect. This girl could cook! An Expat Story Ch. 03 *WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the India. It involves nonconsensual activities and power inequality. As such, racism, abuse and rape are part of the story. If you are not comfortable with these topics, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you. Please note: all characters are over the age of legal consent. This is a part of the Robert Hamilton expat series. I will not recap previous chapters in the current chapter. So, for this story to make the most sense, please review prior chapters. In India, time plays tricks on you. The days flew by much as they had when Robert Hamilton had first come to the country on his expat assignment for mega corp. The untimely death of his poor old cook Sunil was both a blessing and a curse to young Robert. It was a blessing in that he now had his housekeeper Piya alone (and she could cook too!) – and he was saving a ton of money from his monthly stipend. It was a curse because the pesky police officer would come by the home every few days and inquire if Robert intended to throw the lowly Piya out on the street where she deserved to be. Robert had no such attention. One day, Robert had a bit of a headache and returned home early. His house was eerily quiet when he entered. He called for Piya, but she did not answer. He searched the house, but she was gone. Robert became worried if she had robbed him. He checked a few of his valuables, but everything was in place. On his desk in his home office was about 4,000 rupees in cash (~$75), exactly what he'd left there. He figured if Piya had robbed him, she'd definitely taken the rupees. With his head still pounding, he laid down to rest. --------------- Piya returned from the market with fresh vegetables and cow meat. Piya was a Buddhist, not a Hindu, but she still respected the cow – and strictly observed her vegetarian diet. She had heard that Western men liked the cow meat – and enjoyed it fried in a pan and then stuck between bread. She had no idea if Robert liked this food, but she was trying. After doing some cleaning, she slid away into Robert's office. She had watched him on the computer that night he played porn. Sometimes he would leave it up on the screen and she could see it. Today, she was in luck. There, on the screen, was a movie of a white man fucking an Indian woman in a sari. Piya was enthralled. She studied the video. She saw how the woman moved, what position she put her body in to invite the man. Piya vowed if she had the chance, she would do this – anything to keep Robert happy. If Robert was happy, he would not get rid of her. --------------- In the evening, Piya began preparations for dinner. She made a small aloo gobi for herself that she could eat in the kitchen. And she layed out the supplies she would need for the cow patty for Robert. When it was ready, she want up to his room. He snored softly from inside. Piya knocked and could hear the sheets rubbing against each other. Robert opened the door and looked like he'd been run over by a car. Piya stood looking at him. "What?" he said rather shortly to her, but she didn't understand his words. Piya lightly tapped the watch on his wrist. "Ah, right. I'm coming." He turned into the room and put on a few clothes, while Piya went downstairs to fix his meal. --------------- Downstairs, Robert waited in the dining room for his meal. He could hear Piya talking loudly to herself in the kitchen and what heard like some kind of prayer wail. The smells were delightful, but he couldn't quite place it. Piya walke into the dining room looking nervous. She set the plate down in front of Robert and looked at it. And looked at it. And looked at it. Piya was filled with dread that she had somehow gotten it wrong. And Robert unleashed a belly laugh. She'd made a hamburger – a real, honest-to-god hamburger. He dove for it and took a giant bite out of it. It was cooked well done, but that could be forgiven. He was in heaven and had a smile from ear to ear. Piya quickly disappeared into the kitchen to eat her aloo gobi. She was pleased with her effort. --------------- Robert spent most of that evening in his office watching porn on the computer. He was incredibly turned on. Piya walked by the door and heard the noises. She moved on to the guest room and laid down in bed, falling asleep. Robert was horny. Around 10:30pm, he headed for Piya's room. He was going to force her to give him a blowjob. On entering, Piya was asleep on the bed, but the lamp was on. There was a magazine on the bed with a Bollywood actress on the cover. Robert moved the magazine to the nightstand. He called out, "Piya" and she stirred slightly, but then rested back into her slumber. He gently shook her shoulder and she bolted up in bed looking startled. And then a smile appeared on her face when she saw Robert. She tried to look sexy. For Robert, her look was intoxicating. He pulled his pants down letting his hard cock spring free. Piya stared at his hard cock as she lightly touched it, and then she pulled away. Robert was pissed, until she reached up, and pulled down the shoulder on her sari, to expose her breast to him. "Oh fuck, she's hot," thought Robert. Robert was going to take her. He pulled his clothes off and then proceed to rip off her sari. He reached between her legs and felt some wetness. Robert, unaware Piya was a virgin, figured she was good to go. He was horny and there wasn't going to be much foreplay. He climbed between her legs and unceremoniously shoved his cock in. Piya screamed and squirmed in pain. And then bit her lip. If this is what it takes to make him happy, she'd do it. Robert was horny as hell and wasn't going to last long. He ground into her for a few minutes and quickly proceeded to dump his cum e into her. As Robert came back to his senses, he realized something was wrong. Tears were streaming down her face. Then, he noticed that Piya had bit her lip so hard that it was bleeding. Then he looked down at her blood on his cock. It hit him. He feel to his knees in front of her. "Oh god Piya, I'm sorry, I didn't know." He jumped up to get a washcloth and towels. He came running back over to her and gently used the washcloth to wipe her up. He was being so tender. And then Robert moved behind her, put his arms around her and held her. Saying words into her ears that she did not understand. Piya fell asleep. --------------- The next morning, Piya awoke in an awful pain. She saw the clock and was in a panic. It was 8:30am. She was late to make breakfast for Robert and he would be late for work. She tried to move and hand grabbed her from behind, pulling her back to the bed. She lay flat on her back. Robert hovered over her, pushing her hair away from face. Robert motioned for her to say in bed. She heard him go out the front door. She did not know if she was to lay in bed the whole day or not. About 40 minutes later, she heard the door open and several feet coming up the stairs. Robert came in, followed by a Western doctor and an Indian nurse. Piya had seen the doctor before, he operated the very expense private clinic near the house. Robert and the doctor were talking. Then the nurse instructed Piya to lay back. Robert looked very concerned. Piya was embarrassed, but knew better than to disobey Robert. She'd do anything to keep Robert happy. The nurse, was explaining to Piya that Robert did not realize she was a virgin and Robert was very, very sorry. She explained that Robert was paying them to make sure she was OK. The doctor gently looked around Piya's pussy and then spoke to Robert. The nurse told Piya that there was no permanent damage and that this can happen the first time. She told Piya that it would never be that bad again, explain to her about arousal and getting wet, and then she told Piya that she could go the police and press charges for rape, although they wouldn't believe her. Piya responded in a loud voice, so loud that all stopped talking and looked at her, "I was NOT raped. I stay." Robert asked the nurse what she said and the nurse translated. Robert gave a sad smile. He felt bad. He asked the nurse to translate one last thing, "Tell Piya that she must learn English. I will hire an instructor." The nurse translated and then the three left the room. She could see Robert picking the 4,000 rupees up off the desk and handing them to the nurse. To Piya, that was a lot of money. Then, he turned to the doctor and handed him a piece of paper. She realized she had just cost Robert a lot of money. She would make it up to him.