Erotica INNOCENT DIVYA'S DEGENERATION

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Yess...fuck me like that Jose...fuck me like that with your thick cock!" Divya begged. She was surprised at herself that she was suddenly so comfortable with dirty talk. But the words just came pouring out by themselves.

Jose was egged on by Divya's words and started fucking her at an even higher speed. And finally Divya felt an elusive orgasm approaching. She tightened the muscles of her cunt and moved rapidly herself. And soon it hit her.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" she screamed like a woman possessed.

Seeing his gorgeous young mistress shriek and shake like that, Jose couldn't control himself.

"MMMHHHHHHHHHH!!" Jose groaned as his dick started shooting his seed into Divya's pulsating cunt.

The two of them had a simultaneous orgasm, kissing and fondling each other.

Finally, Divya, feeling exhausted again, flopped on top of Jose. And she just lay there trying to get her breath back. Jose cum slowly oozed out of Divya's cunt and onto the sacks as Jose's dick slowly shrank.

"Was that her cumming?" Patel walked down the stairs and asked.

"Yeah, man." Jose triumphantly said. Patel felt a little offended. She had not cum even once in the 30 plus minutes he had fucked her. And now in less than ten minutes, this Mexican had got her off? Patel consoled himself saying it was he who had done most of the work and Jose had just finished it off.

"Well done. It sounded like you were stabbing her."

"I kinda was, man." Jose said, tenderly caressing Divya's naked ass that was still on top of him.

"Hahaha. She's quite a piece of ass, isn't she?" Patel reached them and slapped Divya's ass hard.

As Divya laid flopped on top of Jose's body feeling his dick shrink inside of her, she noted the contrast between the styles of the two men. Although Jose was tender and had made her cum, she had personally felt more arouse by Patel's dominant rough side.

She finally rolled off Jose's body and laid on her back on the sacks. She stared at Patel with glazed eyes. He stared back and smiled.

"I'd love to fuck you again, but unfortunately I have some suppliers coming to deliver some stock in a few minutes. Unless you want 4-5 more guys to fuck you raw, I suggest you better get dressed and leave." Patel said.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

It showed how gone Divya was that she actually considered the offer for a couple of seconds before rejecting it. Her mother-in-law must be getting worried.

Fondling Divya's ass and tits the whole way, Patel led her to a bathroom in the back. It was small and cramped, but Divya managed to clean herself up and make herself presentable. She then walked out naked. her thighs and pussy hurt. She felt herself walking a little bow-legged because of the intense fucking. Patel and Jose were sitting there, talking about themselves.

"Thanks again for having me over, man. I've been dreaming of fucking her since the first day I met her." Jose said, shaking Patel's hand.

"No problem." Patel said, putting an arm around Divya and grabbing her big naked ass. "We have a saying in Hindi. Kaddu katega toh sab mein batega. It literally means that when a pumpkin is cut, everyone gets a slice. And look at this pumpkin."

Patel turned Divya's ass around. She involuntarily bent a little, making her creamy globes jut out.

"This deserves to be shared." Patel said.

The two of them kept saying more lewd things about Divya's body, and her being a horny slut while a naked Divya walked around the store room fathering her clothes. When she finally got dressed and returned, Patel said,

"You have that nice glow of a well-fucked woman."

Divya blushed. She started walking up the stairs. As she did, Jose and Patel again took turns pinching and squeezing her round ass over the clothes.

As Divya gathered the groceries she had gone there to buy with Jose's help and walked out, all the men who worked in the shop that she had sucked off came by to thank her and say goodbye.

"Driving practice?" Jose asked, squeezing Divya's hurting thigh.

"Not now. I am exhausted." Divya said, closing her eyes and putting her head on the seat.

"Okay." Jose gently patted Divya on the cheeks and started driving her home

Divya was exhausted and almost semi-conscious sitting in the passenger seat in her well-fucked state as Jose drove her home. Jose tried to make some lovey-dovey small talk but he could see that the young woman was completely out of it. He just let her be as he drove her home.

"I have a headache." Divya weakly and truthfully said. "Please drop the groceries at maaji's place and tell her I have gone to take a nap."

"Okay mam." Jose obediently said.

She went to her apartment, thankful that she didn't run into anyone from the family. As soon as she got to her apartment, she took a long shoes, and then collapsed on bed. Being fucked by Jose and Patel, in addition to the many blowjobs she had given had left Divya's thighs, back, and jaws hurting. She closed her eyes and fell asleep soon.

While sleeping Divya had many explicit and disturbing sexual nightmares. In one, she imagined that Patel's employees were fucking her turn by turn in front of her in-laws while her husband signed divorce papers. In another, she dreamed that she was riding Jose naked while he was driving, and they had an accident and died. In another, she imagined that she had turned into a prostitute who plied her trade on the beaches of the Caribbean.

Divya woke up sweaty and terrified by all these nightmares. In fact given the kind of wild experiences she had trouble telling if they really were just nightmares or had actually happened.

"What have I turned into? Why do I keep giving in to advances from all these random men? Why am I hell-bent on sabotaging a marriage to a nice person from a great family? I can't keep going like this."

She looked in the mirror and said.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

After a long time of guilty self-reflection, Divya took an oath. She was not going to be enticed any further. If Patel and Jose blackmailed her, let them. She could just deny it. Who would her family believe - a random driver and some old grocer or their own daughter-in-law? And if Jose threatened to expose her text exchanges with Chad and Kelly, so what? She could just say that the couple had been harassing her. or that Jose made up these messages himself.

Divya told herself that she had been too weak and easily manipulated. She could not be that way anymore. She had to step up and be a grown-up.

The next day Divya decided to put her new plan into action. Jose came in the morning to teach her driving. She got into the driver's seat. Jose kept his distance for a while, instructing her on lane changes and speed limits. After he led her to a secluded part of the outskirts, Jose reached across and gently squeezed her tits.

He was shocked when Divya slapped his hand away very hard, pulled the car to the side and glared at him.

"BEHAVE YOURSELF!!" she shouted. "HOW DARE YOU?"

"Are you okay?" Jose asked, taken aback.

"I am your employer. How dare you touch me like that?" Divya asked, anger streaming out of her eyes.

Jose smiled. He bent forward to hug Divya playfully and said,

"Awww come on my sweet little..."

SMACK!!

Divya swung her left hand as hard as she could and slapped Jose hard on his right cheek. Jose was stunned.

"Listen to me, you lowly piece of trash." Divya said in a low angry monotone. "Don't you dare try to ever touch me again. I will have you fired. Blacklisted. Arrested. What will your kids eat then? You think just because I was a little friendly with you, you can take advantage of me? Don't forget who you're talking to."

Jose took a while to fully grasp this sudden change in the tone and behavior of this woman whom he had so easily seduced and made her cum. Who had been giving blowjobs to all and sundry. Whom less than 24 hours ago, he and that old Indian grocer had spit roasted. It took him a few moments to suddenly remember that he had leverage.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"You fucking puta." he almost spat. "You want to act all high and mighty? Maybe I should just go and tell your husband how you quaked through an orgasm with my cock inside you."

"What nonsense. It never happened." Divya calmly said. "Go lie to him if you like. Who do you think he will believe?"

Jose hadn't anticipated this young demure hottie to suddenly show spine. Luckily, he had proof.

"And what about this?" he whipped out his phone from his pocket.

"What about it?" Divya asked.

"I have proof of those dirty text messages with Kelly and that dude's big white cock."

"Not a chance. It never happened." Divya just shrugged.

"Oh yeah?" Jose felt very offended. He swiped open his phone and navigated to the image gallery. Open the pics he had taken of Divya's phone and said. "Then explain this, bitch!"

Jose held up the phone with the telltale evidence. Now this slut had to cower, he thought. But Divya had been waiting exactly for this.

Swiftly, moving faster than Jose could anticipate, she snatched the phone out of his hand.

"What the fuck!! Give it back!!" Jose said, and then yelled, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

He saw as Divya rolled down the window and nonchalantly flung his phone out on the street. Jose half stepped out of the car to retrieve it when a passing minivan drove over the phone, crunching it to broken little pieces. Jose slumped back in his seat defeated.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"Now..." Divya said, feeling an odd sense of exhilaration from her newfound assertiveness. "I understand that you have a family to raise and that this job means a lot to you. If you promise to behave, I will forget this ever happened. If not, I will make your life hell."

Jose just dumbly nodded.

"So what next?" Divya asked, with a wide grin on her face.

Jose stared at Divya who seemed like a completely different person.

"Parallel parking." he glumly said.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Divya's newfound assertiveness and her will to try and lead a decent traditional married life started serving her well. She had effectively neutralized the hold Jose had over her. The job did mean a lot to Jose, so after that time she destroyed his phone, he decided to abandon or at least suspend his plans to bed Divya again.

He taught her driving, without making any passes at her or even making an references to their brief fling. In a few days, our fast learner heroine felt confident enough to take the driving test and got her license easily. She was given one of the many sedans the family owned to use as hers. This meant Jose exited her day-to-day life.

On to the other fronts. Divya just avoided going to Patel's grocery store altogether. When she was told to buy Indian groceries, she'd go to one of the many other Indian grocery stores that dotted the Dallas area.

Patel was so smug and self-confident in his easy seduction of Divya that he was sure she would come back and spread her legs for him again on her own. When a few days passed by and she didn't turn up, he got a little worried. He had not taken her phone number, so there was no way to contact her. He knew where the family lived, but couldn't think of a discreet way to contact her without raising questions. When a couple of weeks passed without Divya returning, he started getting antsy. And every time a woman walked into his store, he'd look up expectantly, hoping it was Divya.

Kelly sent some messages in the following days. But Divya just ignored and delete them right away. She finally set a screenlock password and always made sure to clear her trash folder too, having figured out how Jose was able to access those deleted messages. After Divya stopped responding to messages, Kelly took the hint and stopped messaging her Too. She and Chad had an active sex life anyway.

Divya soon got settled in the groove of her life as a dutiful housewife. Sex with Mayank was reasonably regular at 3-4 times a week. Some days, he would last longer than his usual 5 minutes. Other days, he'd cum in 2-3 minutes.

Divya had started sucking his modest dick regularly, which he loved. But he still hadn't made any move to reciprocate the gesture by going down on her. Divya felt disappointed by this, but was too shy and diffident to demand it. She just got used to masturbating herself when she was at home.

Pretty soon, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. And Divya had completed six months as a married woman. With the exception of the wild adventures at the honeymoon and the dalliances with Jose and Patel, Divya had been a good girl.

Divya was happy with herself for sticking to her resolution of self-control for all these months very easily. She had been worried that Patel would make some moves but the old man, mindful of how rich and powerful her family was, had given up on her. Mehra sent her an email saying his visa had been rejected. So that took care of that problem too. At least until she returned to India. Divya was smart enough to remember that Mehra had hundreds of naked pictures and videos of her that he had accumulated throughout their affair. And that there would come a time when she would have to deal with the situation in a permanent way. But as long as Mehra was in India and she was in Texas, all she had to do was send friendly replies to his emails and he would not get upset enough to publish those pictures and videos.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

In the seventh month of her marriage, there finally occurred some developments that first started creating rumblings of unease in the state of calm.

Over that period of time, through regular conversations with Mayank and his family, Divya had come to know that the family business wasn't as hunky-dory as it appeared from the outside. The motels they owned were losing money to competition and costs kept mounting. The import-export business was also showing reduced margins. And the cleaning and maintenance service company they owned was facing problems with employee churn. Overall, the family was okay financially. But it wasn't growing as rapidly as ambitious Mayank wanted. He had tried to close a deal during his trips to Seattle that would ensure them of an exclusive contract with a major corporation for their cleaning and maintenance service that would allow them to expand into other markets. But the deal had fallen through.

As Divya came to know about the problems of the business, her sharp brain was able to figure out a couple of solutions. But when she had mentioned them to her husband, she had been told to focus on running the household.

Mayank was still trying to get the deal going with a couple of other similar corporations. And it was in regard to this, that he came home and told Divya one day,

"Honey, I have a meeting at the country club tomorrow with a couple of potential clients. They've asked me to bring you along since it's a casual social setting."

"Oh, is this about the multi-state contract?" Divya curiously asked.

"You don't worry your pretty little head about that." Mayank kissed her on the forehead and said. "Just wear a nice elegant sari and be my eye candy."

Divya felt disappointed at being shut out of the business decisions again, but made her peace with it.

The next day, Divya, dressed in a black sari with golden sequins stepped out of the posh country club with her husband as the valet took their car for parking.

"Mr. and Mrs. Vyas?" the attractive young woman at the reception smiled and asked.

"Yes."

"Welcome to the club. Mr. Bashir is at the tennis court. Mark here will escort you."

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Divya and Mayank followed the smartly dressed attendant through the massive and ornately designed country club. Divya had never been to such a huge place full of rich and powerful people. Although Mayank's family was rich, they led a pretty simple life. Divya noticed that all the people in the lounges, seating areas, restaurants, and other rooms they passed through, were wearing designer clothing. She felt glad that she had chosen such an elegant sari or she would have felt out of place.

Finally they were taken to the tennis courts outside. Just a minute in the outdoor harsh sunlight of Dallas' 45 celsius heat made Divya feel not so glad to be wearing a sari. It was scorching.

"Mr. Vyas!!" a lean tall man with a tennis racket in his hand called out as they were led to the edge of the court.

"Salam-alekum, Sheikh Bashir!" Mayank waved and said.

Divya looked at Sheikh Bashir. He was a tall wiry man in his 60s wearing crisp white tennis shorts and a crisp white polo short. She noticed that he was also wearing a red and white checkered kufiya around his head like most Arab men do. Divya first thought it looked odd with his tennis clothes, but then as her hair started feeling warm with the intense heat, she thought it was actually a smart choice.

Bashir came over and shook hands with Mayank.

"So glad you could join us." he said affably.

"Sheikh Bashir, my wife Divya."

"Namaste, pretty lady!" the sheikh folded his hands and smiled. Divya noticed that he had a gaunt face with high cheekbones and a carefully manicured goatee.

"Namaste." she smiled. He seemed very charming.

"You are looking absolutely stunning in that sari, if you don't mind me saying so." Bashir said as he led them to some lawn chairs under wide umbrellas.

"Thank you." Divya politely said taking a seat. Mayank sat down next to her.

"This is my personal valet Musa." Bashir said as the young Arab who had been playing tennis with Bashir walked over from the other side of the net and joined them. "Please let him know what you would like to drink. It is a hot day."

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Mayank and Divya both told the strapping young man that they'd like iced teas and he left to get them.

Mayank and Bashir talked shop for a few minutes as Divya sat there quietly, occasionally dabbing the sweat off her forehead. She realized that Bashir was occasionally stealing glances at her and smiling. Musa arrived with their iced teas and Divya sipped on hers, feeling glad to have something cool to offset the heat of the sun that even under the umbrellas, was strong.

"...so I will need to take a look at your books. And have my accountants also discuss things next time." Bashir said.

"Sure. I will send them over later today." Mayank said.

The initial discussions seemed to have been concluded. The two men shook hands and smiled. Mayank seemed happy at the positive response he had received from the rich Arab.

"How about a game of tennis?" Bashir asked, reaching for his racket.

"I'd love to." Mayank said. "But I am not dressed for it."

"That's not a problem. The club has a lot of clothes in the locker room for visitors. Pick out what fits." Bashir said. "You too, Mrs. Vyas."

Divya was taken aback. She thought the invitation to play tennis was only directed at Mayank.

"I don't know how to play tennis." she said.

"What's there to know? You've seen it on TV, right? You know the basics?" Bashir responded.

"Yes."

"So just give it a try. We don't want to make you feel left-out. And it's a wonderful game to at least try." he was politely insistent.

"I am not..." Divya started objecting again, but Mayank interrupted her and said with a tone of finality.

"She'll play."

Mayank didn't want to offend his potential client. And he knew that Arabs were generally quick to take offence if rebuffed on minor things.

Ten minutes later, the young Indian couple was back on the tennis court, having changed into the proper gear. Mayank was in a white polo shirt and shorts like Bashir and Musa. Divya had picked the longest skirt she could find, which went down to her knees. And ta white polo shirt as well. Although the shirt she picked for her body frame was a little snug around her huge tits. She was feeling a little self-conscious but did not want to disobey her husband.

Mayank loved how hot his young wife looked even in these simple clothes. How smooth her calves and shins looked under the skirt. How the sides of the skirt bounced around when she walked giving glimpses of her thighs. And how splendid her tits looked tightly contained in the white shirt. He made a mental note to have Divya buy more such clothes to model for him in the privacy of their bedroom.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Musa fetched the couple some rackets. And soon the four of them were positioned to play doubles. Bashir and Musa on one side, and the young Indian couple on the other side.

Mayank served first. Bashir hit back a simple backhand shot towards Divya. Our young heroine had never played tennis, but knew the basics. She sprinted towards the ball, stretched out her racket arm, and hit a forehand shot as hard as she could. Her boobs bounced up and down generously under the shirt. The ball flew over the net at a decent pace and landed right in front of Musa who couldn't return it properly.

"15-0. Nicely done, Mrs. Vyas." Bashir clapped. "Are you sure you've never played before?"

Divya blushed.

"Good shot, darling." Mayank rubbed her back proudly.

Mayank's next service was directed at Musa. He returned it powerfully towards Divya's left. And this time she whipped out a backhand shot, surprised when it landed properly. Bashir was able to lob it over the net. Divya ran forward faster than Mayank and tried to return it but it hit the net.

"15-all. Good effort." Bashir said.

During this point, Mayank had loved how Divya's skirt flew a little in the back when she ran ahead of him, giving the faintest glimpse of her panties. And he loved how her big boobs swayed as well. Bashir and Musa had also noted appreciatively how alluring this young Indian beauty looked.

The four of them played a few games. Although Divya was competent at the return game for a newbie and Mayank, who had played tennis before, was quite good, they were no match for the two Arabs. Divya had trouble with the service as well, which is always the toughest part of tennis. Soon the Arabs had won all 4 games.

Throughout the game, Divya had tried her best to play well and had partly succeeded. Running around on the court, showing glimpses of her thighs and with her big boobs bouncing around, she made quite a sight. Bashir had been admiring her beauty without trying to stare too much. He felt envious of Mayank for having such a hot young wife and decided to take the opportunity to spend some time close to her.

"It's been very one-sided so far." Bashir said when they won the next game too. "Why don't we mix the teams?"

"Sure." Mayank said, happy at the opportunity to play next to Bashir and bond with him a bit more. It was sure to help his chances in the deal. But Bashir had a different configuration in mind.

"Musa, you go join Mr. Vyas. And Mrs. Vyas, you can come over to this side. I'll give you some pointers about your service."

Divya looked at her husband to seek approval. Mayank, not wanting to offend Bashir, nodded. And Divya walked across to the other side.

"Let me give you one pointer about how to stand when someone else is serving. See, you position yourself in the middle. Now, bend over, almost 50 degrees in the waist..."