Chapter 4

The video captured Linda’s remaining colleagues motioning to David to move away from the mattress. It was now their turn to use Linda’s already well abused body for their sexual satisfaction.

The first man who pushed forward was Vijay. He was the supervisor of the warehouse.

The other was Ali, the company driver.

Vijay was about fifty years old. Though he had a beer belly, his arms and shoulders were muscled from carrying heavy loads for many decades.

Vijay didn’t give Linda time to rest before he lifted her body up as if she were a doll and turned her over to lie on her back.

Grabbing onto Linda’s small but firm tits, he played with her nipples until they were erect. Then, kneeling beside her, he bent down and began to suck her sensitive nipples.

“Ooohhhh ... yes ... yes ... aahhhh ... I love it when you suck on my breasts ... mmmm...!”

I almost cried out in anger when I saw Linda push her chest up to meet Vijay’s tongue.

Meanwhile Ali had parted Linda’s legs and his dirty fingers were rubbing her clit.

Vijay stopped sucking Linda’s tits and mashed his lips against Linda’s mouth.

Instead of pushing him away and rejecting his kiss, Linda opened her mouth so that his tongue could penetrate her mouth.

How could she do this?

With a balding fifty year old?

The French kiss was not enough for Linda, and she started to get impatient.

Ali had continued fingering her cum soaked pussy, but my wife was not satisfied with that. She didn’t want fingers in her. She wanted a real dick. A fat, hot and throbbing cock to spread the hungry walls of her needy cunt.

So, she took the initiative to reach down and begin to stroke Vijay’s cock.

“Fuck me Vijay ... Don’t make me wait ... I want to feel your cock inside me...” Linda said, her voice recorded loud and clear on my phone.

“You’re such a slut Linda,” Vijay grunted.

My wife obviously enjoyed the title of ‘slut’.

She responded as a real slut would.

“Then fuck me ... fuck with that thick brown Indian cock of yours...”

“You piece of fuckmeat!” Vijay grunted. “You should be raped!”

“Then rape me ... punish me ... Punish me with that big brown cock ... fuck me like the slut I am...” Linda begged.

“You won’t regret it ... I’m really going to rape you Linda!” Vijay groaned as my wife stroked him harder.

“I won’t ... I won’t regret ... I’ve never been raped by an Indian man. Show me what it feels like.”

Linda’s words were so out of character that I could not comprehend what she was saying.

“Chinese girls like me need to be fucked hard by Indian men like you Vijay.” Linda begged.

“Shoot all your cum inside me ... Fill me with your strong Indian cock.”

Linda had never talked like this to me. How could she ask for something so dirty?

Vijay, aroused Linda’s physical and verbal teasing, spread her legs roughly and asked Ali to move out of his way.

Linda’s smooth white legs were spread wide apart, and Vijay positioned himself in between them.

Vijay rubbed his hard cock against my wife’s wet slit, and instead of waiting for Vijay to stick his fat dick into her body, she lifted her body to guide him inside her.

“Aaahhhhhh!”

Seeing how horny my wife was, Vijay laughed and teased her.

“Don’t be impatient ... hahah.”

Pulling his dick out, Vijay toyed with my wife, hovering his brown cock near the entrance to her vagina, and sliding it up and down her wet slit.

“Please ... please ... don’t make me wait ... it’s here ... ooohhhh ... it’s here...” My wife moaned desperately as her hand tried to reach for and guide Vijay’s dick to her cunt.

“Where? Where? Hahaha.”

“Aahhh ... here ... here...”

My wife’s fingers spread her already well used vagina as she opened her legs even wider.