Written by DB

Fact
19 Feb 2009


I am late 30's, white, cuddly size 14 and 38 to 40 E, depending on the maker of the bra, with short dark hair. And I am regularly fucked by dark brown Asians little more than half my age.

Divorced, I have a flat in Middlesex and a well paying job, the main reason I stay here.

Last year I attended a Friday afternoon presentation and overdid the red wine somewhat. Taking the tube and bus home the air helped me along with my near stupor. As I reached the block of flats two Asian lads, (well, early 20's,)from the flat above mine came up the path and saw me having trouble with the combination lock. Saying hello they let me in and then steaded me up the flight of stairs to my door.

The key seemed to have a mind of it's own and so I was helped by Johar to open the lock, and then guided inside. All the flats are much the same and so they had no trouble steering to the bedroom, I know I commented but cannot remember what I said.

Johar and Anwar started to undress me, shoes first I think, and as I was down to bra and panties Anwar got his phone out took a picture. I complained as Johar removed my bra and cupped both breasts from behind for another photo, and he said it is what every one is doing these days, don't worry or some thing along those lines.

I nearly fell over as the panties went, me bent over the end of the bed as each foot was lifted. I next recall being on my back on the bed with Johar between my legs giving me my first cock in three years. All I know is it was tremendous and I woke up hours later very lost and confused.

I did not hear the door but Anwar entered the bedroom and I started to ask what the hell he was doing when certain parts of the earlier event flooded back.

Johar went past saying something about the kettle and Anwar gave me some pc print outs. You can guess what was on them.

I had pulled the covers up as Anwar entered but they slid off as I stared dumbfounded at the pictures. Anwar pulled the covers off and I was soon impaled by his cock as I looked at a picture of him doing the same earlier. I made confused protests but orgasming as well hardly helped make them effective. Anwar carried on fucking me as I came and Johar came in with three mugs of coffee, and as soon as Anwar came in me Johar took over. I wrapped my legs round him and fucked back at him like a porn star, embarrassed and excited together.

Coffee was drunk partly in silence before we talked. I wanted the pictures kept secret, so I had to agree to go out, it was nearly eight thirty. I felt rough but had little choice, and as I showered the lads chose my clothes.

Apparently I dress old. But a shortish wrap around skirt, white blouse with only four large buttons, a jacket and medium heels would do for now. Suddenly I owned no under wear! It seemed that was one thing we would be buying.

A few red wines and dinner at the pub and I brightened up, still a bit awed at my new circumstance, but losing all arguments.

Late night shopping, on the edge of London. There were looks as I walked about with the lads, looks of all sorts. As we entered what looked like a lingerie shop the looks were more along the same lines. The Asian behind the counter smiled (Leered) and I was guided to the back where the more outlandish stuff was kept. I ended up with half cup bras, panties nearer to thongs and three outfits, all sort skirted and tarty, to try out in the changing room. In spite of other people in the shop, the attendant came to help me chooses, along with the lads. I was very turned on as well as embarrassed, but had given up arguing. I apparently needed help to settle my breasts in the bras and bum in the panties, and finished in a shiny black strapless dress that went with the heels I had on, but was shorter than anything I had worn since my teens.

When I was told the cost of my shopping, and I was expected to pay, I was a little taken aback. But Johar said there was a discount department past the changing room. His grin said it all.

A 2 seat sofa, small kettle and table, staff room! It seems there was another assistant to run the shop while the owner, about forty, and Johar stripped me of my new clothes and had me kneel face into the sofa. I was dripping by now. The owner was in me really quickly and went like a piston to shoot deep inside me before I could come. Anwar saw to that as he followed the owner. The assistant then came in and I was sat on the edge of the sofa while he licked me out with a long thin tongue, cleaning out all the juices before ramming himself in to replace them with his own. Johar pulled himself off over my breasts as the assistant finished.

Having paid half the previous price, we left, me wearing a black see through blouse and a short black button up skirt, that was again, too short. No under wear.

We had a few drinks in a pub where I stood out as the only non Asian. Anwar and Johar taking delight in showing their friends what I had bought and about the discount. I wanted the floor to open up. When we left it was to calls of give her one for me etc.

We had to take a bus all the way home, changing once. As we waited for the second bus Johar lifted up the skirt and fingered me before putting me against the back of the shelter, lifting my left leg and slipping into me right there. We came together, and as Anwar was about to help himself the bus hove into view, so it was not until we got home that he had his go, both lads staying the night in my flat.

This is how it started, I will tell you how it carries on in another post.


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