2 comments/ 40334 views/ 1 favorites Thursday Ch. 01 By: sissyfluff I have this thing for Indian men. The plumbing work that I do has me in a lot of low rent motels fixing water heaters, broken pipes and other things that wear out as time goes by. Well, about six months ago I was working in this one place that I have done quite a bit of work in over the past couple of years; where this one particular Indian man was employed for basic house-keeping duties. Although he is a dark and oily looking guy and not really very good looking, I have been hot for him. Don't ask me to explain it, I think it's the humiliation that I crave, Anyway as I was doing my work he was in and out of the laundry room several times and as is my routine when I don't think they don't speak or understand English, I would ask them if they wanted a blow job or some such thing. Benji, as I later came to know his name, didn't understand what I was saying until I asked him if I could suck his dick. Then he got this big smile on his face and said "Oh yes, I would very much like to you to suck my dick." "Oh shit, I thought, "I've stepped in it now. He understood that!" Well I was over in a corner putting a new valve on a water heater and the water heater blocked the view in from the door to the walkway outside. Benji walked over to where I was kneeling and stood right in front of me and said "Suck dick, very much, now." His crotch was right at eye level to me at this point and not eighteen inches from my face. I thought to myself "Ok, this is it. Are you just one of those chicken shit fantasy players, or are you serious about being a sissy cocksucker?" Slowly I reached up for his zipper fully expecting him to pull away laughing at me. But as my hand got closer to him, he thrust his pelvis forward into my hand and said "Yes, please." I got hold of his zipper and slowly pulled it down still thinking that one of us is going to back out of this. As the zipper reached bottom I looked up at Benji and there was a big shit eating grin plastered on his face. "Hell," I thought "He really wants this." "Ok, let's see where this goes." As I started to reach my hand into his fly, Benji impatiently shoved my hand aside and reached into his pants and quickly pulled his dick out. It was not fully hard but it was well on its way. It was a lot darker than mine, which was the only dick with which I have had any experience, and it was uncut. The head was just starting to peek out and as I watched, Benji started to stroke it which caused the head to become exposed. There I was on my knees with a guy waving a hard dick in front of my face. I still don't think I would have gone through with it but with Benji reached out and put his left hand on my right shoulder and taking a half step forward guided his semi hard cock right up to my lips which then opened like they had been doing this for years. Benji just stood there for about three or four seconds with his rapidly hardening cock about two inches into my mouth. Then he slowly started to pull back, and as he did a whimper arose out of my throat as my mouth quickly followed his backward motion. He stopped and my head started a back and forth motion on his now hard cock. I'm thinking "Holy shit, I'm doing it! I'm sucking a dick. I'm a sissy cocksucker." This went on for a couple of minutes and I am just lost in the experience. I didn't do any tricks or anything like that, but after a couple of minutes I became aware that Benji's left hand had been joined by his right hand on my left shoulder and that he was gently thrusting his cock back and forth in my mouth in time with my head movements. I stopped moving my head and he kept thrusting back and forth. I also noticed that he now had about four inches or so of his cock in my mouth. Not enough to gag me but I still had a mouth that was very full of cock. I was staring at his pants as they moved back and forth from my face and I heard Benji say something in Indian (or whatever language they speak). I looked up at him and he repeated it. I guess I must have looked puzzled because he opened his mouth and wagged his tongue at me. He wanted me to use my tongue on his cock. So I started lapping at the head of his dick as it moved back and forth in my mouth. Having no experience as a cocksucker, I tried to do what I thought would feel good to me. It must have worked because after about a minute of this action Benji's hands tightened on my shoulders, his dick seemed to tense up, and with a grunt and a long drawn out groan, he unleashed a load of hot cum into my mouth. The first shot hit me in the back of my throat, and the rest of it just filled in the space left in my mouth. I don't really know how many shots of cum he let out but I was quickly forced to make a decision. Swallow or choke. So I did what any good sissy cocksucker is supposed to do; I let his dick slip out of my mouth and I swallowed. It took two gulps to get it all down. Meanwhile his dick is just an inch or so from my mouth, so I just took it back into my mouth and made sure I got every bit of cum out of it. As it slowly deflated, I nursed on it till Benji slowly backed up and his dick slid from my hungry mouth. I was still hot and horny. Benji just said something I didn't understand, put his dick back in his pants, smiled, shook his head and turned and started gathering up the supplies he had come in for. He soon walked out of the room leaving me kneeling there in the corner by the water heater with the taste of cum in my mouth. Now, a word about Benji. He is a dark swarthy looking guy with oily looking medium length black hair. He looks to be in his late 30's to early 40's, about 5'8" tall and a slim 135-145lbs. I'm not good at such estimations so just say an oily looking, dark, skinny little Indian guy. I figured out later though that he has a big dick for such a skinny guy. I mean I had only some of it in my mouth and I have no real experience from which to judge but as things worked out later I got a real appreciation for the size of Benji's dick. I don't mean to imply that he had some monster dick between his legs; just for a smallish guy he was well hung. I'm 6'2" and 200 lbs with six and a half inches in length and about an inch and a half in diameter and Benji has me beat by at least an inch in length and a good half inch in diameter. After our first get together we made it a point to repeat it every time I had a call there. On the fourth time we got together we went down to his unit where he lived on property. I surprised him by stripping down to my red lace panties which I think he liked judging by the look on his face. Benji was on a little couch like affair with his pants down around his ankles and I had his cock in my mouth working on my cocksucking technique. I thought heard a noise and out of the corner of my eye in the mirror I saw his wife come into the room. I thought "Oh no, the shit is fixing to hit the fan." and started to pull away but Benji just grabbed my shoulder with one hand and the back of my head with the other and held me in place. Then he said something I didn't understand to me and just patted me on the shoulder and leaned back on the couch. "Well this is strange." I thought, "So let's see where this goes." The wife milled around in the room for abut a minute, opening drawers and such. I couldn't really see what she was doing, and after two or three minutes she left without saying a word. After about another five minutes I brought Benji off and got dressed and left. I mean it's not like we have any long conversations or any thing due to the difference in our languages. He likes getting his dick sucked and I like sucking it; what else do we need? Driving to my next call I thought about how weird that deal was. Benji had obviously told his wife about me and she didn't have a problem with it. Me, hell I didn't even know he had a wife. Thursday Ch. 02 Benji and I got together every time I had a call at his motel. I even managed to drop by a few times when I was in the area. There were a few times Benji's wife Rina, as I got to know her name, was around. She would just look at me and give a slight smile and nod her head. I never heard her speak a word of English until one day about two months ago. I got a call on my cell phone and I could tell from the Caller I.D. it was the motel where Benji worked. I answered the phone thinking as usual that it was the owner wanting me to come fix another broken or not working piece of plumbing. "Hello," I said. "You come. Fix." said a female voice. "Huh?" I replied "Do what?" "You come. Fix" she repeated Slowly it dawned on me. This is Benji's wife. Our short conversation didn't give me any additional information, but I concluded that something was in need of repair there at the motel. It was a slow Thursday, and I was about 8-10 miles from the motel so I said "Ok I'll be there shortly." I hung up thinking that this could be a chance to make a little money and also that old Benji's dick was probably due for a good knob polishing. I hurried over to the motel and parked on the side where the laundry and water systems were located. As I got out of my truck and started to gather my tools I spotted Benji's wife standing in the doorway of their unit. There unit is located about 3 doors down from the laundry room. Rina was motioning me to come there. She was standing in the open door waving for me to come there with one hand, while pointing inside the apartment with her other hand. "Oh hell, I thought. The toilet is stopped up or something else is wrong in there." I hate working residential type plumbing. I try to limit my work to commercial jobs. The pay is better and you don't have to contend with too many weird personalities. Also if you make a mess in commercial work, you just wipe it up and go on. In residential work there are carpets and wooden floors and such to contend with. I thought "The manager probably told her to call me. I'll just go in here, look at it, then go find the manager and politely decline. I'll explain to him that I don't do residential stuff," As I walked up to Rina she began jabbering something I didn't understand. Taking hold of my arm with one hand she was still pointing inside the apartment with her other hand. She started inside while tugging on my arm, all the time running her head about something that sounded important to her. Every so often I would hear the words, "You fix." I thought "Something must really be screwed up to cause all this commotion. I hope the toilet hasn't overflowed, because I really don't want to see that mess." Rina led me back into the bedroom where she had first seen me giving Benji a blow job. To my surprise there was Benji sitting on the little couch affair, naked as a Jay-bird, watching the TV. The TV was on some Indian station and Benji was slowly stroking his semi-hard cock. Rina pointed at Benji's cock and said "You fix." I thought "This is some shit. He got her to call me over for a blow job. What the hell kind of deal is this?" Rina began tugging at my shirt, all the while yammering something and finally getting across to me that I should remove my shirt. I started taking my shirt off and no sooner had it hit the floor than she was pulling at my belt and pointing at my pants as if to indicate that I should remove them also. I sat down on the bed and as I started to kick my shoes off it hit me that I was wearing another pair of pink lace panties today. I hesitated, but then I remembered that they had already seen me in panties. Hell they had seen me sucking a dick. Why should I get tense about them seeing my panties? So I kicked my shoes off, stood and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, slid my zipper down and slid my jeans down to my knees. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I removed my jeans and dropped them on the floor with my shirt. Rina pointed at my socks and indicated that I should take them off also. My socks soon joined my pants and my shirt. Now I'm sitting on the bed wearing only my wrist watch and a pair of lacy pink panties. I thought "She must be one of those women who like seeing their husband get a blow job. Well, I guess we've already had some experience with that, so I guess I can accommodate her." Truth be told it had been over a week since I had sucked on Benji's cock and I was starting to miss it. I thought to myself "I'll give him a nice slow blow job that will be good for all three of us. I don't care if she watches or not." I soon figured out that Rina had other plans. Taking my hand and tugging on it she got me to stand up. Then pointing at my panties she gestured for me to take them off and put them with my other clothes. "Oh shit." I said to myself "She wants me to fuck her while Benji watches and jacks off." Now right here let me stop and tell you that very few Indian women turn me on. It takes a really good looking, slim, slinky, tall, leggy, sultry looking Indian woman to get my motor going; and Rina is none of these. She's not gross, but as fuck material, she just doesn't do it for me. "I'll never be able to get a hard on." is what went through my mind as my panties slid down to my feet. "Besides, Benji has a much larger dick than mine. Why would she want my little thing when she could get some enjoyment out of that man-meat over there on the couch?" As I stepped out of my panties and kicked them over to my little pile of clothes, the thought ran through my head that I suppose some women just like some strange dick just like some men like some strange pussy. "Yeah, I thought."That's good for her but it doesn't get my dick hard." Rina reached over to the nearby chest-of-drawers and pulled a piece of string from the top of it. Turning to me she deftly tied a slip knot in one end of the three foot string. I did notice that this was nylon string, such as surveyors, or fishermen use when they need a really strong piece of line, but not too thick. "Some Indian sex game," I thought "This ought to be interesting. Let's see if she can make my dick hard with that stupid piece of string." Kneeling before me she reached for my nuts. I looked over at Benji and he briefly took his eyes off of the TV and looked at me for a second or two then turned back to the set. He was still absent mindedly stroking his half hard dick. Benji said something to his wife without taking his eyes from the TV and she said something back. I don't know what they said to each other but her part was just like when we say in English, "I know what I'm doing. Don't bug me." Rina had slid the slip knotted end of the string over her left hand and then she grasped my balls with that hand. Gently she worked my nuts down low in their pouch. Then with her left hand holding my nuts she used her right hand to slip the string up over her hand and then around my scrotum. Pulling on the free end of the string she tightened the loop till my little peanuts were held in place by the string and the slight pressure she kept on it. "These are some weird ass people." I thought. Thursday Ch. 03 Rina put her hands on my hips and turned me around to face the bed. Now my ass was on a level with her face. Still keeping a slight bit of pressure on the string, Rina pushed on the small of my back forcing me to take a step towards the bed. With my shins up against the bed Rina then stood up and put her hands on my shoulders and by pressure and tugging, got me to lie down on the bed with my torso on the bed and my knees on the floor. I still had no clue what kind of Indian sex she had in mind, or for that matter what the hell she was doing with that piece of string she had tied around my nuts. I soon found out. Kneeling again, Rina took the piece of string and slid her end of it between the mattress and the steel rail that supports it. Giving a tug on the string, Rina jerked my testicles down toward the rail. This was the first indication that I had that this was not about trying to make my dick hard. "Hey, that hurts." I said. "Cut that out." A little louder. Rina kept pulling on the string causing my little jewels to cry out in protest. Looking back, if I had immediately reached under me with my hand, I probably could have grabbed both the string and my nut sack and might have been able to pull them from Rina. But I didn't think fast enough. "Hey, what the hell..." I started as the pressure increased. To ease the pressure on my stressed out nuts, I spread my knees wide to get my jewels closer to the bed railing. This now prevented me from getting my hands down to the slip knot to untie it. I couldn't back off enough to get some space between my body and the mattress. Rina kept enough pressure on the sting to let me know that she was in command. She expertly took a couple of turns around the rail and quickly tied off the end. She would have made a good sailor. All this time I am raising hell. I am letting both Rina and Benji know just how displeased I am by having my testicles tied to a fucking bed rail in a fleabag, no-tell, motel. Rina ignoring me, gets up, takes a pillow from the bed and puts it under my upraised face. No way am I planning on being here long enough to get comfortable. Rina checked her string one more time then went over to the couch where Benji was sitting. She sat down beside Benji and reached over and took a tube of lubricating jelly from the end table at the side of the couch. Rina squeezed a portion of the jelly onto her hand and then started rubbing ii up and down Benji's now hard cock. After about 30 seconds of jacking on Benji's big pole, she put a little more jelly into her hand. Then both Benji and she stood up and walked over to the bed where I was anchored by my balls. As Rina walked by my upturned ass, she reached down and ran her slick fingers up the crack, leaving a bit of lubricant there. Then she walked over the other side of the bed and sat down on the edge of it. I am still raising an uproar and getting louder by the second. Rina looked at me and then gave a slight nod to Benji who was standing behind me. Benji knelt down between my out spread legs and immediately stuck his cock up my ass. Benji showed no mercy. From the time I felt the head of his cock touch my ass hole till I felt his nuts hit mine was just about a second and a half. Pain like I had never felt before hit me and I screamed like a nine year old girl. Rina was prepared for that. As soon as I opened my mouth, she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and shoved my face down into the pillow. While Rina had my face forced into the pillow, Benji was fucking my ass like a jackhammer. He was intent on getting all the pleasure in this fucking. My poor ass was screaming at the assault. Frantically I tried to push him away with my hands but again I could not reach back far enough to have any effect on his assault of my asshole. Look, I have a dildo that I play around with, but it takes a little warming up to it to get in in my backside. I can't just stick it right in like Benji had done. Besides since I had become Benji's sissy cocksucker, I had not been playing with my dildo. I hadn't even jacked off. I find that a long period of chastity is more sexual than an orgasm. Benji continued to hammer my ass and gradually my poor little sphincter relaxed and I finally quit yelling into the pillow. Rina cautiously raised my head up and when she saw that I was through with any involuntary outbursts she got up and after watching Benji fuck me for a couple of minutes, she left the room. All of this was about getting Benji's cock up my ass. Rina had no designs on me at all. Benji fucked my now male pussy for about 20 minutes. I heard him give out his signature grunt and groan as he pressed his nuts up to mine and I felt a hot flood deep inside of me. Benji had hold of my hips and just held us locked together as he flooded my insides with his hot cum. Finally he withdrew and I thought I would get some relief for my balls. But Benji just got up and went back over to the couch, sat down and resumed his Indian soap opera. Every time I would say something to him about untying me he would look at me, shake his head and say "No talk." After about another 20 minutes when his program went off, Benji started stroking his cock again. It quickly grew in size and when it was good and hard; Benji got up, walked over behind me, knelt and began another assault on my hole. This went on for two hours. Benji eventually dumped his third load inside of me. He then got up and took a pair of scissors from the chest-of-drawers and snipped the string binding me to the bed. \With a groan I slid down off the bed and sat on the floor beside it. My knees were raw, there were red finger marks on my hips, I was full of cum and my ass hole was on fire. Benji pointed at my pile of clothes and said "You go now." I slowly managed to get my pants and shirt on and carrying my shoes, socks and panties, walked gingerly out to my truck. Looking at my phone I found a missed call from one of my biggest customers. I called them back and ended up having to go do a service call that took over three hours to complete. All the time with cum leaking out of my ruined rectum.