Nigeria Mein Indian Housewife ki Chudai
03-10-2012, 10:47 PM
Nigeria Mein Indian Housewife ki Chudai
Shareen and sahil had been married for a year. sahil couldn't
believe his good fortune to have found a woman as
gorgeous as shareen. He didn't consider himself very
appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence
when he was around them.
He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by the
time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much. He stood
5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a
result, he all but worshipped shareen and tried his best
to give her everything she asked for.
Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 22 year old
Indian bride was, with her pale white skin, flashing
green eyes and long, red hair. She was slender and
tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely legs, flat
stomach and an incredibly tight ass. Though of medium
size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with
a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by
pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when
Because her breasts were so firm, she often chose not
to wear a bra, even when she went out in public. She
knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her
rather straight laced husband by sometimes wearing
tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples
could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against
the thin material of her top.
The only problem with going to Nigeria, where sahil had
accepted a two year contract, was that shareen just didn't
care for black men, even though her encounters with
them had been quite limited. In her brief experience,
she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken.
Worst of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way
they spoke to her, almost to the point of being
overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy around them
in other ways she couldn't explain.
Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria
when sahil's company asked for volunteers. It had been
explained that sahil's wages would be tripled (in
American money), that they would have servants and a
live on a large property secured by a tall fence and
heavy gates. And all for the equivalent of about $20 a
It had seemed too good an opportunity to pass up and
sahil told her excitedly that it was a change to have the
honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In
truth, shareen would have preferred almost any other
destination, but she had kept her fears and misgivings
In Nigeria -----
In the beginning, everything went well. As promised,
they lived on a lovely property and had three
domestics, two women and a male gardener. The grounds
were large and full of greenery which shareen enjoyed
looking after. To their surprise and delight, the
property even had a small swimming pool.
To help pass the time, shareen decided that she would
attempt to write a book. It also provided her with a
handy excuse for not associating with the wives of the
other white workers, most of whom she found boring and
not her sort. Since their arrival, shareen had received
many invitations to join various women's groups, go to
morning coffees and other such, but she had declined
most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around
many of the other wives.
After a few months, shareen had found it almost impossible
to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she
would be followed closely by a small group of black men
who would stare at her and make comments amongst
themselves, speaking in a language shareen couldn't
understand. The situation so unnerved her that she
finally began sending her domestic to do the food
As time went on she did establish a friendship with the
gardener, a young man named George whose English was
surprisingly good. He seemed to shareen to be a proper
person and was always polite to her and sahil. He often
suggested that she go with him to the weekly market
where they could buy more exotic plants for the yard.
For a long time she resisted, remembering her troubles
while food shopping, but eventually he convinced her
there was nothing to fear and she went with him.
That day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very
loose top. Putting her hair in a large bun on top of
her head, she covered it all with a large straw hat.
She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was
extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and
therefore she always covered herself as much as
possible when outside.
In truth, she knew there was another reason. Though she
was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a
showoff and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this
place at least, modesty and caution should be her main
considerations when dressing for any 'public'
After a long drive over rutted roads in George's truck,
they arrived at the market and shareen was pleased to
notice several security guards. Most of the people
there were black and men. George told her he would stay
near the truck and shareen went off looking, stopping at
the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless
variety of plants available.
She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she
felt hands brushing against her arms, legs and bottom.
When she turned, she saw a wall of black, smiling
faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go away,
but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning,
repeating, "Missy ok, missy ok."
At first she felt their hands lightly touching, but
soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as
loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed
to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from
She found herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her
straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily.
Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper
colored strands plastered in wet clumps against her
cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a
hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast.
She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's
strong arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on
a bra before she went out. She was pinned, unable to
free herself from his grasp and he was roughly twisting
her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her
entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were working
between her legs, squeezing and rubbing against her
crotch through the material of her slacks.
She screamed out loud again, shouting for George. She was beginning to think there was no way she could stop
this shameful assault. One of the men had gotten behind
her and lifted her top up so that the men standing in
front could easily fondle her bared breasts.
The men were laughing as they handled both of her tits
expertly and despite herself she was feeling more
aroused when suddenly she heard loud voices and
whistles in the distance. The men abusing her looked
up, then dispersed quickly when they saw several
security guards led by George moving towards her in a
She was shaking badly as she covered herself and tried
to regain her composure. Her large nipples hurt and
were still stiff enough to protrude through her top.
She felt a warm stickiness between her legs and
realized to her utter dismay that she had actually
leaked a bit of juice from her pussy.
When they got back to the truck George lifted her in
and even he took advantage of the situation,
momentarily resting his large right hand full on her
still aching breast. She thought to protest, but
quickly realized George was her only passage to safety
and kept quiet. After the terrible experience she was
just glad to get in the truck and be driven home.
Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped
off her clothing and stepped into the shower. As she
was washing herself under the warm water, she looked
down and noticed that her nipples were still aching and
sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the
swollen buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her
Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by
everything that had happened that afternoon, she rather
ashamedly began to feel a another type of need, one she
could only relieve by sliding a finger between her
slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud.
Replaying the events of that afternoon, she needed very
little friction before those lovely, exhilarating
feelings were flowing through her body.
Her pussy lips were swollen and open and she
desperately wished sahil was there as she pushed first
one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina
and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit
minutes latter it was so violent she almost collapsed
on the shower floor.
When sahil came home that night she told him what had
happened. He was very upset and said he would contact
security, report the event and arrange to have a guard
with her at all times when she went into the village.
She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little
aroused when he asked her to tell him every detail of
what had happened to her, leaving nothing out.
Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way, she
did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got
home and how those feelings of intense horniness had
led her to masturbate in the shower. As she hoped, this
turned her husband on powerfully and within moments he
had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her
still-sensitive nipples while she held his head gently
in her hands. She reached into his pants, fished out
his smallish cock and began sucking it while he reached
between her legs and massaged he clitoris.
He looked down at her perfect white body, full breasts
and bald cunt and blessed the day he had found her. She
was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock, and
sahil knew from experience it was time to fuck her. He
kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs
and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me sahil, please hurry, I
need it... now!"
He pounded his cock into her for only a few minutes
when he saw her face blush pink and then felt her body
stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At almost
the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his
entire cock into her with room to spare. After a few
more strokes, he groaned and spurted a small trickle of
cum inside her. They both lay side by side on the floor
afterward, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they
both fell asleep.
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shareen didn't go too far in the next few weeks and
although sahil did continue to chase up security, nothing
out of the ordinary happened.
One morning, with about nine months left on sahil's tour,
Jane heard a buzz from the front gate. When she
answered, she found it was a security man from the
village. She let in a fat, very short, sweating little
man who introduced himself as marghashi , the head of
The first thing she noticed about the poor little man
was his size, he barely came up to her chest. She also
noticed that, like most of the local men, his eyes
seemed to be on every part of her at once. She was
getting so used to this treatment that it hardly
bothered her anymore; indeed, she had almost come to
expect it. And she had been caught a bit off guard that
morning, wearing only a tight pair of short shorts and
a very flimsy, see-through top minus her bra.
When he asked her to go over her assault in the
village, shareen told him as much as she could without
going into too much detail. He was nothing but polite
as he listened to her story, making notes on a flip pad
while asking the occasional question. He kept taking a
handkerchief out to wipe the perspiration from his
rounded face, which shareen thought was rather
She finally asked him if he would like a drink of
water. He thanked her, saying, "Yes, please, madam."
shareen felt his eyes on her she walked across the room to
the kitchen, so on her way back with the water she 'put
on the walk,' an ultra feminine movement that
accentuated the sway of her hips and the bounce of her
naked breasts. She smiled sweetly as she bent forward
to hand him the glass. She felt a slight warmth between
her legs, a vague sense of arousal from teasing him his
way. It had been such a long time since she had done
that to any man, she thought.
After making a final notation, he closed his pad and
put his pen in a shirt pocket. When he asked her how
long she and her husband had been there, he was most
surprised to find that they had only about nine months
remaining. He smiled slightly at that, then asked why
she hadn't joined any of the various white women's
circles. She told him, quite bluntly, that she found
most of the women boring.
After a little more small talk he excused himself,
walked back outside to his jeep and drove off. As he
had gotten up to leave shareen had stolen a quick glance
and was sure she'd spotted a not so small bulge in the
crotch of his shorts. She laughed as she thought about
how she must have really wound the poor little guy up.
Maybe she would have something she could tell her
husband about tonight...in detail.
And she might have, except that sahil came home from work
that day with some rather bad news. For the next six
months, he explained, he was being transferred further
inland. He wasn't allowed to say specifically where,
other than that it was not a safe place for white
women. shareen was first angry over the new, then began to
argue and sulk, asking him repeatedly if there weren't
some way he could get out of it. And sahil, as always
patient to a fault, answered her repeatedly that, no,
there was no way he could avoid it, the decision had
already been made and it was beyond his power to do
anything about it.
Once sahil was gone, shareen wondered how she would ever get
through all the months on her own. She tried to work on
her book, but found she was unable to concentrate
enough to make any progress. Only two weeks had gone by
before she became so lonely and depressed that she went
to see the higher ups in the company, complaining
rather loudly about her plight.
Several days afterward she received an angry phone call
from her husband, who warned her to go easy. Word had
already gotten back to him that she was making noises,
he told her, adding that things were touchy enough and
he damn sure didn't need her causing him any trouble
with his bosses. shareen was near tears when she hung up
the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with
her. After she thought it through, she started to
appreciate the pressure he must be under. There were
probably many things going on that he was not at
liberty to discuss with her. She promised herself that
she would keep a low profile for the remainder of his
She made one small exception to this rule when she
received and accepted an invitation to a party being
given by the British Consulate. She had been house
bound for three weeks and the loneliness was starting
to wear on her. She thought briefly about bring up
sahil's situation with the British Consulate, but quickly
decided against it.
The evening of the party she was picked up by a black
stretch limo. She had gone to great lengths with her
appearance and she looked stunning in her full length,
strapless red dress, no bra, and four inch spike high
heel shoes - which made her nearly six feet tall,
adding father to her allure. She let her long red hair
hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at
herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily;
the combination of the red dress and copper colored
hair against all the white skin she was showing made
her look very sexy.
After making small talk at the party for almost an
hour, shareen was becoming bored. Finally she spotted the
British Consulate and took the opportunity to introduce
herself and speak to him, although she was careful to
leave out any references to her husband's situation.
Several minutes later there was a stir, followed by a
hushed silence, as someone came in. shareen saw a rush of
people move toward him, everyone wanting to welcome him
at once. shareen recognized the short man but knew nothing
about him. When she asked the woman standing next to
her who had arrived, she stared at shareen for a moment,
as if not understanding her question.
Her eye's fixed on shareen's. "Oh, that is marghashi ," she
said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's the head
of security for this area, and a very powerful man.
Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be
likewise." shareen sensed genuine fear in the woman's
reply and it unnerved her.
Despite the warning, shareen still had difficulty
accepting that this ugly little man really had so much
power. 'Talk about little and large,' she thought as
she watched him hold forth from across the room. Her
mind thought back to the visit the small security man
had paid her several weeks ago, trying to remember
details. Now she wondered what he had really wanted. A
shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had
worn something less enticing.
It wasn't long before he noticed her and came across
the room to greet her. As they exchanged a polite
handshake, she noticed for the first time how large his
hands and fingers were. At least he wasn't perspiring,
she thought. After they had talked for awhile, told her
he had some good news and asked if she would pay him a
visit the next day. Though she felt a bit unsettled by
his offer, she knew rejecting it was out of the
question. He explained that he would send his driver
for her at 11 AM. ( www.indiansexstories.mobi )
After her morning shower, shareen donned a light yellow
coloured summer dress that buttoned up the front. It
clung to her figure well, pushing her breasts together
to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not too
short, stopping about six inches about the knees.
Upon arriving at marghashi 's house, shareen was amazed at
how large it was. It seemed to her almost palatial, at
least in this part of the world. As the car made its
way up the long, semi-circular driveway, shareen counted
at least three security guards with dogs patrolling the
grounds. Her anxiety began to increase.
Upon her entrance, marghashi greeted her politely, led
her to a comfortable chair and offered her a cup of
tea. Though she appreciated his civilized manner, it
did nothing to help calm her nerves. After they
finished their tea, he looked directly at her.
"Look shareen, I'll come straight to the point," he began.
"I am, as I think you understand by now, a very
powerful man. I can get almost anything, how should I
say it, taken care of."
shareen looked away from him and nodded her head.
He smiled at her, his white teeth standing out against
his black skin. "Since you have been with us for over a
year now I was wondering if you've learned anything
about our African way of life?"
shareen stared at the remains in the bottom of her tea cup
for a moment. "I-I don't think so. What do you mean by
that?" she asked weakly.
"I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other
white women - or girls - about our... sexual habits?"
shareen looked up at marghashi . "Yes, I've heard that, ah,
a few of the white wives have black men as their
lovers," she said, trying not to betsahil the
apprehension she was beginning to feel.
marghashi 's laugh was deep and guttural, filling the
small room. He brought his big hands together slowly in
front of him, the fingertips just touching. "Well, let
me tell you something," he said. "Over eighty per cent
of white females age 12 years and above have had at
least one if not several black lovers."
shareen tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level was
climbing ever higher. Why was he telling her these
things? "No, I wasn't aware it was that high," she
His chair creaked slightly as he moved forward,
focusing his gaze directly on her. "shareen, do you love
your husband?" he asked bluntly. shareen stiffened
slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game
they had been playing was over, she knew. Wherever this
was heading, she didn't like it.
She stared back at the security man. "Yes, of course.
Why would you doubt it," she said evenly.
"He's a lucky man, you know, having a woman like you."
He studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to
measure her in some fashion. Then he said: "Now, I have
to ask, what would you do to save his life, shareen?"
When the reality of her situation hit, her composure
finally cracked and she began to tremble and cry.
"What? That's not a fair question. I mean, he's OK,
isn't he, he's safe. You wouldn't hurt him?"
"Yes," marghashi replied calmly, "of course he is, at
least for now. But, how can I say it, things could
"Let me put this directly, shareen," he said, his tone
becoming sterner. "I want you to be my lover. If you
agree, sahil will be safe and you'll have nothing to
worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we
say, very difficult for sahil. We might even find out
that he has suffered a terrible accident. Do I make
His tone and demeanor left no room for argument. shareen
felt like she going into shock as marghashi 's message
began to sink in. He had seemed like such a polite
little man; now he was threatening her husband's life!
Presuming her response, marghashi pulled a business card
from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back
and handed it to her. "That's a private number where
you can reach me," he said. "I'll expect a reply no
later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember what I've
That night a tearful, near hysterical shareen spoke to her
husband, explaining everything that had happened.
He said he knew because he had already been told. After
assuring her that she was in no way at fault, sahil told
her he loved her more than anything in the world, but
he was also sure marghashi would make good on his threat
to have him murdered.
All his earlier anger had been drained away and he
sounded subdued and defeated when he finally told her
that accepting the little man's offer was their only
option. She had never heard her husband sound so
dejected and she cried bitterly after hanging up the
She called the next morning and told marghashi that she
had agreed to his proposition. She begged him to not to
do this to her, though she knew her pleas were useless.
He told her she would be picked up that evening and to
make sure she closed up her house as she would be
staying with him for awhile.
She put the phone down and burst into tears once again.
She hated him. He had a reputation as a cruel and
callus man. And he was so physically repulsive. My god,
she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this?
After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a
domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like
room. After standing there for what seemed like forever
but was only several minutes, she became aware of her
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RE: Nigeria Mein Indian Housewife ki Chudai
03-10-2012, 10:48 PM
RE: Nigeria Mein Indian Housewife ki Chudai
She had been waiting for this since her call to him
yesterday, dreading it, yet she was acutely aware of
her own arousal, that her juices were flowing. She
tried to dismiss this as marghashi walked into the room
wearing a purple dressing gown.
He greeted her differently this time, bending his head
and kissing her hand. He told her not to worry, he
would not hurt her; in fact, he assured her, she would
enjoy it. In a wimpy voice, she once again asked him
not to do this, but he paid her no attention.
He called a domestic help and at that point a maid appeared
and nd handed her a crystal goblet.
It contained a potent, wine-like drink with a fruity
taste. marghashi encouraged her to drink it and she quickly
took several large swallows, hoping it would ease her
anxiety. The delicious drink began to have the desired effect
and shareen felt deeply relaxed.
He told the maid to get shareen ready for the
sauna and bring her there. Maid took shareen to a room
and asked her to undress. she told shareen that she would
enjoy with her master. Shareen undressed hesitantly and
maid wrapped a towel on shareen's body and told her the
way to sauna facility.Meanwhile marghashi had undressed himself
and went in the sauna facility waiting for shareen.
The door opened and shareen came
in, peering at marghashi through the newly generated steam. She was
wrapped in a soft pale yellow towel tied just above her breasts
and extending to just below her crotch.
When marghashi judged that she had acclimatised to the
temperature in the sauna marghashi took off his towel
andsat down on the lower platform of the
sauna with the little cushion between my feet and nodded at the
cushion. shareen got up from the bench and compliantly knelt
between marghashis spread thighs.Marghasi reached down and caressed her breast and looked at my prick. Marghsahi
did not even have to say anything. She reached out with her little
hand and began to gently wank marghasi to stiffness. Marghashi enjoyed the
attention of her hand on his prick which rapidly became stiffer and
he moved his hips slightly forward until the tip of my big stiff
prick at first brushed against her soft lips and then as she
compliantly parted them entered the moist warmth of her mouth. He
pushed it in about an inch and let it rest there. She
automatically closed her lips round the shaft and he looked down
with pleasure at the sexy indian bride on her knees before him with his
big stiff prick in her mouth.
"Wank me off into your mouth, shareen darling" Marghashi said, "
and on each stroke give a gentle suck every but so
often, stop sucking and run your tongue around the
ridge under the head of my prick ".He wanted her to
learn how he liked it. After all, she would be doing
it often enough in the future. She automatically began to follow
his instructions and before long he was being sucked off exactly as
he liked it. he just relaxed and lay back enjoying the sight of
shareen's head bobbing backwards and forwards on his prick.
Marghasi then withdrew his dick from her beautiful mouth and
stood up and also asked shareen to stand up. shareen
was trembling with fear and was crying a lot but also feeling
wet between her legs.He began by stroking her arms and gently brushing his
large fingers through her long, red hair. He kissed her
neck and ears and slid his hands over her body, causing
her to shudder involuntarily. She was already sexually
charged from knowing what was going to happen - and
perhaps by her inability to prevent it.
She could feel the familiar signs, her pussy lips
moistening and opening, gently stretching her labia so
that the tip of her clitoris was exposed, longing for
the first delicious contact. She was vaguely aware that
she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under
these conditions, but she seemed to have no control
over her body's responses. She had tears in her eyes but could
do nothing about it.
Marghasi left her high and dry and asked her to wrap the towel
around her and follow him. Marghashi wore a gown himself and
started moving out of the sauna. He walked to a bathroom and
undressed himself and pushed shareen in his arms.
He took off her towel and He began kissing her,
gently at first, then forcing his
tongue inside her mouth searching for hers. He found it
and sucked it into his mouth. His hands continued their
slow, steady caress of her body. Then he began the shower and
continued caressing her body very gently. He moved to her nipples
and starrted sucking them one by one. He completed the bath and
amde their body dry with a towel. Then he picked shareen in his arms
and carried her to his bedroom. He put her on the bed and continued
playing with her body. H e got on top of her and started kissing her again
Shareen's need had been building steadily, and finally reached a point
that she started kissing him back
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