I am a writer. I am not the kind of writer that you will rush to read in your local store, I am a technical writer who translates new advances in electronics and software into important bulletins for those who build boats and aircraft for how new replacements for existing communications and sensory tools process, share, and format data. Its really riveting stuff if you are trying to upgrade an existing fleet of boats or aircraft and you have a dozen unrelated systems that need help talking to each other after the last software upgrade, or when you plugged your new replacement part in.

I work from home, and besides the usual boat shows and tech conferences I don't really travel much except for business. I guess you could say I don't have a social life. I kind of like it that way as I was never happy being a chesty redhead in a room full of testosterone poisoned engineers playing dominance games with each other, when they weren't trying to impress each other by hitting on me, or as I described it; harassing me.

When my mother died, dad having predeceased, settling her estate required that I travel to Toronto and stay a few weeks to meet with lawyers, tax accountants, and members of the board of the volunteer non profit societies she was a part of and to whom she had left considerable sums.

It was not exciting or fun work, but I treated myself to my mother's favorite hotel in the city proper, since it was being expensed to the estate. Right across from the CN Tower, it was an elegant place common with upper end business travellers, and those celebrating special occasions. I think weddings are closer to special than funerals, but I was here for the latter.

Three nights now I had gone down to the bar of the hotel, treating myself to some fine port because normal red wine would not wash away the day when I spotted him. He was dark, East Indian of some sort, with a wry smile, quick laugh, but he darkest, darkest eyes. He wore a dark purple dress shirt and black tie to devastating effect. He was frequently with three or four other East Indians, notably very agitated or upset ones which he would always quiet down, and calm. He was so masterful with them, taking the ones on the point of shouting and soon reducing them to gentle laughter and hand shakes. He made me think that there was a man who didn't just know how to handle himself, but others.

I began to wonder how he would handle me.

The wine was getting to me I guess. On the fourth day I decided to break out of my self pity and dress to the nines. Granted eating alone and drinking alone hardly required it, but since I had not been able to stop thinking about that cute Hindu man, the waiter said his name was Vivek, I decided to play a little game with myself and dress for our date together; even if only I knew I considered me watching him across the room a date.

I laid out my stockings and garter set. I looked to find my sexy underwear and discovered to my shame that I hadn't packed them. I looked again at my sexy garters, and my granny panties and decided with a giggle, that I would really prepare for a date night and not wear any knickers at all. That being the case, I tossed out bra number one and two, electing to go with the Elomi Serena strapless corset, whose black lace showcased and presented my heavy breasts, rather than containing or concealing them as I usually strove for.
My dress was bright green silk, and could be quite and acceptable piece of formal wear, but it was also intended for more intimate occasions, and three buttons on the thigh and a loose rather than a tight tie on the wrap around top left a lot of thigh and hind of garter showing, and left a whole lot of cleavage not only on display, but free to move around and say hello to the neighbors.

Considering I was only going to sit and drool at Mr....you know I never got his last name, at dreamy suit wearing Vivek, then at least I could give him something worth staring at when he looked back.

I was in the bar, for once not drinking red wine, but fine single malt scotch, wishing I had the courage or the faintest idea how to make small talk with Vivek. He was holding court again with his three overstressed friends, and kept making eye contact with me as he gentled them down and sent them off again.

I heard a young woman come in, she caught my attention when I heard her ask the bartender if he knew a Vivek. He pointed out the object of my obsession, and she nodded, then mentioned hitting the powder room to freshen up. I gave her a quick once over, she was a hooker or I was the Virgin Mary.

A sudden wicked urge filled me. I was only in town a week or two more, and no one knew me here, no one would ever know what I did here. I left a fifty on the table and stalked to the ladies room. A bad idea in full flower in my mind.

I strode into the bathroom and found the young lady doing a very professional job on her makeup. We appraised each other, me noting her imitation fashion, her noting my designer custom fitted fashion, both of us noting the others beauty, ok edge to her, confidence, edge to her, and pasting the very small smile of beautiful women about to spar politely we exchanged greetings.

Violating every rule of the game, I went straight to the point.

"So I heard you were asking for Vivek, have you dated him before?" I said looking into the mirror with affected nonchalance neither of us pretended to buy, and lightly touched up my minimal lipstick.

Closing her clutch, she turned in half profile left and right to assure herself her makeup was perfect (it was), and then answered casually.

"It is a first date actually, why do you ask?"

I turned to check my profile right and left as she did, tucked a strand of red hair that had broken free of its place back behind my ear and let my bad idea just spill out.

"How about I keep your date for you? Whatever he was going to pay you I will cover right now, and you get the night off. What do you say?" I tried to keep my voice cool as hers, but even I noted the catch in it.

She turned to face me and coldly stated

"Three hundred dollars, plus I usually get a tip when they are really pleased, and I always leave them really pleased." She smirked at me, looking long and slow up and down as she realized I was going to pay to play whore for the night for Vivek. I reached into the envelope I had in my wallet for the various fees I had to cover for the funeral. It had a few grand in it. I counted out five hundred dollars and pressed it into her hands.

She laughed and said something odd as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Oh you sheltered little flower, you are going to be able to pass for a professional by the end of tonight!" She was laughing as she exited the bathroom, and her hip sway was an open sexual challenge.

I closed my own purse and looked in the mirror. Makeup perfect, blush.......can't hide it. Nipples....don't have to hide them. I looked like I felt, like a bitch in heat, and tonight I was going to play hooker for a man I just paid five hundred dollars to sleep with. Both of us paid for a hooker tonight, him to have one, me to be his whore. I was glad I wasn't wearing panties just then, I would have soaked them through.

I walked out to the bar, casually strode to Vivek's table, ran my hand across his shoulders until I reached his side and allowed it to trail down to his wrist as I opened in what I hoped was a sultry voice.

"Vivek I hope? The agency sent me over per your request. I hope I will be able to take care of any and all of your needs satisfactorily!" I gave his hand a little squeeze as I said that, my blue eyes staring into those dark dark eyes that had been consuming me for days.

"Really?" He drawled, looking me up and down slowly, I hoped he was liking what he saw.

He picked up my hand and kissed it gallantly. "Did your agency explain everything that was required of you? And you are total OK with it?"

I nodded, not knowing exactly he had requested, but I was going to have the adventure of my life tonight, and if he wanted something exotic, by god I would be exotic for him tonight.

He pushed a document across the table to me. Dismissing it with a wave, he kissed my hand again, letting his tongue linger as he turned my palm in his hand and kissed the base of my wrist where my pulse was thundering.

"Just a standard release, you know, to keep things legal" I had signed so many papers for so many lawyers in the last week I filled all three pages without thinking as he kissed and stroked my wrist and forearm. Gods I was going to cum here in the bar with him just touching my arm. I didn't think until days later I had filled them out and signed them with my real name. Force of habit after weeks of legal forms had put signing on an almost autopilot. Name, address, all by rote.

Tucking the forms into his suit pocket, he guided me by my elbow and the small of my back to the elevator. He began making small talk as we approached the elevator, I admit I only half followed it, mostly concentrating on the heat radiating from where he touched my on my back.

"It is a very important day for me, and for my family. You see my youngest brother is getting married in three days, and it is important for him to have a good send off. I am the eldest brother, so it is for me to make sure that everything is taken care of for him, the best man, and groomsmen. I must say that you are far more beautiful than I was expecting"

Alarm bells started to go off in my head. Wedding, brothers, groomsmen. I was just about to connect the dots in my mind when the elevator door closed and he pressed himself behind me, letting his hands slide up the silk of my dress to caress and squeeze my heavy breasts, his lips brushed against my neck as he nibbled at my ears and whispered to me.

"I have been watching you for days, dreaming I could have you. For tonight I will. For tonight you are a beautiful whore, and I have paid for you. Tonight you will be mine, and I will take you to another world. You will be loved like you have never known, never dreamed. Do what you are told, and you will have a night like no other. A dream made real"

OH GOD HE KNEW. He knew I was not the real whore, but a woman who had been watching him for days, lusting after him for days, and who just paid off a hooker to take her place with him. He knew all that and was willing to pretend he didn't. Pretend I was just a whore he bought for his brother's wedding. I could pretend too.

I turned in his arms and kissed him, my hands going around his neck to pull him into me as we kissed. His right hand stayed on my breast, kneading it with his powerful hands while his left hand dragged my skirt up my bum to touch my naked ass cheek, his finger rubbing my pink asshole without ever encountering the modesty of even a token panty.

Walking me down the hall with my skirt hiked over my ass, my pussy peaking through, Vivke opened the door to the hotel room with a swipe and announced to the room.

"Did I not promise a fine white whore for my brother's send off. Look at this beautiful whore, a natural redhead as you can see!"

Four men besides Vivek were in the room, one worked a video camera on a tripod as the rest surrounded a nervous looking boy who looked a lot like a less confident and knowledgeable Vivek. This would be the groom.

Vivek shouted over the cheering.

"Business first, we promised two hundred dollars for looking after my baby brother's send off, but having a look at what he is getting, I am thinking we can do better. Everyone, a tip for our lovely Jan."

I never remembered giving him my name, he must have got it from the bartender asking about me as I asked about him. He took out a $20, and soon every other man did, and he handed me three hundred dollars, my fee as a whore.

It occurred to me the real hooker lied, and I paid her five hundred for a job she was only supposed to get two hundred for. I took the money from Vivek and tucked it in my purse, I dropped it on the table by the door and stalked over to the groom in his chair.

If Vivek was going to miss his chance with me because his brother deserved a send off, then a send off his brother would get. One that Vivek would kill himself for missing.

I strode over to the groom in his chair as the music played in the background, but honestly, I could never dance my way out of a wet paper bag when sober, but kissing Vivek had made me hot enough to mount a Northhorse if it rode past.

I straddled his chair and wrapped my elbows around his face, rubbing my mostly exposed cleavage in his face as I kissed the top of his head. His hands where hovering over my sides, as if afraid to touch. That would not do, not as fired up as I was. This was my night to be someone else, and who I was tonight was a whore for the groom, a gift of Vivek, a white whore for a Hindu groom to enjoy before a lifetime of fidelity. I unzipped my dress and drew it over my head to toss at Vivek.

My merry widow lace covered my breasts, lightly, but exposed my white pussy and ass completely, the little red landing patch at the top showed I was a natural redhead, and the sight below argued that I was ready to play, as my arousal was easy to see from the state of my puffy and solidly aroused pussy.

"Oh no big boy, you can't get out of this dance without touching. This is your night, what you say goes!" I kissed him, and his tongue drove into my mouth, his fingers found my naked ass cheeks and he began to rub me against his crotch.

He tore down my top, exposing my breasts, but Elomi Serena bustier are meant for large breasted women and the men who love to play with them, so it just tucked beneath my breasts to thrust them farther forward to play.

He buried his face in them, sucking first one nipple then the other, and I felt my pussy catch fire, rubbing on a growing hardness beneath me. I looked over at Vivek as his brother feasted on my pink nipples and my pale white breasts and his smile let me know he approved of my wantoness.

I raised myself above the groom, and shouted over the cheering crowd.

"I can't believe this is going off the market forever, shouldn't it have a proper send off?" I asked as I unzipped the groom's pants. The room cheered.

I pulled out his cock, and there as a lot here to be greeted. I wondered if Vivek shared his brother's endowment because his brother had a horse cock. It was about nine inches long, think with it, and had a foreskin that covered it right to the tip.

I was prepared to suck him hard, but he was pretty close to fully aroused already, so I took him in my mouth and began to suck all around his cock head. Large, spongy, heavy, his cock head had the bitter taste of pee as I began sucking, but soon I tasted nothing but a really potent cock.

I was no longer pretending anything, I was beginning to work down the shaft of his cock, trying to figure out how to undo his belt without taking the cock out of my mouth, as I wanted to see the balls that came with this beast of a cock. I didn't need to worry, he was already clawing at his belt and pants, shoving them down to his knees to free me to lap down his shaft to his heavy nuts.

I sucked his balls as I stroked his shaft, looking at Vivek standing beside the camera, feeling its light play over me as I put on a show for Vivek blowing his brother. Soon I could feel his balls start to twitch and I reared up like a cobra to clamp my lips around his cock and vacuum like a hoover as I stroked the groom off into my mouth, swallowing every drop. I kept sucking him until he began whimpering and pulled me off his totally oversensitive cock as I literally made the groom beg for mercy when he could cum no more.

The groom shouted to his brothers.

"Oh my god, guys, help me out. I want to fuck her but I need to recover. Fuck her ass off would you?" His voice was desperate but sent a shock through me. He wanted them to use me too, but I promised him anything he asked for. I was trying to decide whether to bolt for the door or not when Vivek looked me right in the eye and told me, not asking me, telling me.

"She is going to fuck every single one of us, and suck us clean afterwards. She is going to be the most perfect white whore the English ever bred, aren't you, my little English rose?"

I could have him. I could have Vivek if I fucked everyone. I was so turned on I didn't hesitate or think, I just shouted at the camera.

"I will make love to all of you, suck all of you, please all of you, just please take me now!" I moaned my response to them as I cupped my own breasts and raised one nipple to my own mouth to suck.

Vivek took charge, pushing my onto my back and pushing my legs wide. He dove on my pussy like an eagle taking a rabbit, and I felt his lips and tongue making fire and lightning on my pussy even as two sets of hands closed on my breasts and the boy with the camera stood behind it undressing swiftly.

Two cocks were presented, one on each side of my face as Vivek's tongue proved to be able at more than just seduction, he was driving me to the edge of an orgasm like a freight train, but kept teasing me back from the brink.

One of the brothers, the fat one, straddled me, and dropped his heavy cock between my breasts. He mashed them together and began to fuck my breasts like they were a pussy. His cock was so large that it pushed at my chin, so I raised my head and opened my mouth. Sure enough, on every stroke into my breasts, his cock head filled my mouth. I lapped and sucked at his cock head as my breasts tingled from being used as little more than a cock-sleeve for this thrusting Hindu bull.

I needed him astride me than, as when the orgasm Vivek was teasing me to hit I almost threw his brother off like a bucking bronco. My scream was stifled as his brother rammed his cock home into my mouth and held it there, choking me as he shot blast after blast into my mouth.

Vivek shouted something in Hindi "Randi ko paltakar uski safed gand maro!"

I felt myself being flipped over, onto Vivek. His hard cock was pushing against my needy pussy and I felt him begin to push into me. Just as I felt that, two cold fingers covered with something began to assault my arse. It was the kid who had been working the camera. He was now working his fingers and lube into my ass every time I rocked forward to get more of Vivek's cock in my ass.

The rhythm got to me. Stretch pussy around Vivek's thick cock, stretch asshole around pushing fingers. I closed my eyes and began to whimper.

"More, please more" I whimpered as Vivek eased more of his cock in me with each rocking lower on his impaling shaft. I guess the kid took it to apply to him, because now there were three fingers pushing into my ass, but Vivek's cock was now moving deeper in me than anyone had ever reached, and my thoughts turned to blazing need.

Need for Hindu cock. Need for Vivek's massive Hindu cock.

"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" I screamed, and Vivek put his strong hands on my breasts to pinch my nipples and make me gasp as I felt something huge and cold press against my stretched asshole. It was the kid with the camera, this time his cock coated with the cold lube not his fingers.

I opened my mouth in a gasp of surprise only to have the last man stick his waiting cock into it. Vivek sucked one of my nipples into his mouth as he played with the other one, his hard cock pinning me in place as their young cousin got his first piece of white ass, in my white ass.

Can you remember the first time you felt two cocks rub against each other, separated only by a fragile never filled bundle of your own tissue. Your ass and pussy pushed and pulled in different directions as two cocks move inside of you in different timings.

You feel like your brain is going to explode. Too much sensation, too much everything. I sucked on the cock in my mouth in desperation. My lifeline. One Hindu cock in my mouth to keep me sane while two drove me over the abyss into madness.

You would think you would cum right away, there is that much pleasure, but it isn't that simple. There is pleasure, there is pain, there is stretching, there is confusion, there is so much going on that the body gets ramped up, gets revved up beyond what it can ever take. I went farther, deeper, than I had ever gone before.

The kid lost it first, shouting loudly as he filled my ass with white hot spunk. He set me off, I clamped on his cock and Vivek's like a velvet vice, milking them both. Vivek bit my nipple which caused my orgasm to stutter on even longer when I thought I started to get it under control. My mouth fell off the other man's cock, and he growled something and pushed his balls into my mouth. I started sucking on them in desperation. When he was moaning like he was about to cum, I reached up and grabbed his Hindu cock, bringing it down to my hungry lips to suck that life giving Hindu seed into my mouth as I looked up into his eyes.

Vivek growled and pulled me off of him. I thought he was displeased, but he rolled me face down, placing his foot on my cheek, grinding my face into the pool of cum that had leaked out of me onto the floor. Grinding my face into he cum, he drove his cock brutally into my pussy, giving me the fucking I needed, that I deserved.

"You see where you belong? Face down in Hindu cum, Hindu cock stretching every one of your holes, earning your pay beneath the feet and cocks of your Hindu masters!" Vivek was almost roaring as he fucked me. Each shot driving his cock to brush my cervix, each word driving deep into my brain. I answered from the heart, from the pussy, from my soul.

"Yes Vivek, your whore, a whore for your Hindu cock. Jay Hind! Jay Hind!"

I left the room with a borrowed coat from Vivek. My dress was too complicated to put on, they just threw it over my shoulder and wrapped me in a coat. Vivek walked me back to my room. I forgot I was pretending to be a hooker from outside the hotel, and didn't notice I lead him to my door.

He kissed my hand gallantly and programed his number into my phone while I undid his coat and stood before him naked save for cum covered lingerie.

Two days later I attended the wedding, backstage. I sucked the groom off one more time to calm his nerves, and let Vivek and his brother take turns on me before they had to go join the rest of the wedding party. The father of the groom handed me a tip, when I went to slip out. I tried to protest that it was too much, but I guess he was too much of Vivek's hot blood to be talked to like that by a white prostitute because he spun me around, kicked my legs apart, yanked up my dress and proceeded to show me how a Hindu grandfather taught etiquette to uppity whores.

The Hindu wait staff filed past as the old man grudge fucked me against the wall, laughing at me and bowing to him as he showed he was still the king bull of the herd, and knew how to put English or Canadian descendants thereof, in their proper place. I came before he did. He let me slump to the flor then presented his cock to clean. As I cleaned his cock and looked up at him adoringly he simply muttered.

"Now you earned your tip whore. Now go. I have guests to look after"

That was seven months ago now. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember it because I masturbate about it every night. I haven't been back to Toronto since then, and probably never will since my mother's estate is settled. I still have no social life, I still have no romantic life, but now I have the memories of feeling alive, of feeling owned, of feeling like I had been created simply to provide and experience sexual pleasure.

I paid that whore five hundred dollars to take her place, but if I had known what I would have experienced that night, and the following days, I would have paid her five thousand. Now I was a changed woman but stuck in an unchanged life. I remembered Vivek. Oh how I remembered Vivek.

I went back to my condominium and as I walked through the door, our Strata President, a very self absorbed architect named Ronald called me over to where he and the rest of the council were chatting with a man in a dark business suit.

"Ah Jan, since you own the penthouse suite, you need to meet our new Property Manager, he has just come from Toronto where he managed two of our minor holdings to take over the big ticket here in Vancouver. Meet Vivek!"

He turned, my paralysis was total. The shock of seeing Vivek, the same Vivek I touched myself remembering every night, the same Vivek who knew I was not a prostitute when he let me play one for his whole family just to get to him, was total. He took my hand in his and kissed it with the elegance I had come to expect from him.

"Ah Jan, it seems like I know you already. I know how you have needs, and I am here to manage them. I am an expert in managing valuable properties. I make sure they are properly appreciated, properly cared for, and of course generate lots of revenue for their owners!"
Everyone laughed. The council thought he was talking real estate, a game everyone of us in the building played, most holding several investment properties in town, but Vivek and I knew he was talking about me. About owning me, managing me, whoring me.

He naturally guided me to my elevator, and I pushed the express for the Penthouse. My print opened it without the need for lesser security locks, so we simply entered.

His voice was casual, like it didn't matter at all, ignoring the obvious signs of wealth around him, his eyes were always and only on me. I tracked them in the mirrors as we passed them. His voice ran along my skin and left goosebumps where it passed.

"Jan, I watched your film a hundred times. I had you sign that model release so we uploaded it to a site in India that won't allow people in this country to view it. You have thousands of hits so many fans. All agree you are a natural whore for Hindu cock. A real mleaccha. We both know the money was just an excuse, you wanted to be a whore for me then, and I think you want to be a whore for me now"

I stopped moving, letting him push up behind me. He took out a twenty dollar bill and lay it on the gold trimmed granite side table, beneath the Kelly Wearstler original crystal lamp.

"Be a good whore, and show me how you greet Hindu cock" Vivek whispered.

I dropped to my knees and attacked his fly. I tore at my clothes, ruining a blouse that cost over three hundred dollars as I sent buttons everywhere. I had his cock out and my bra off before the roaring in my ears registered as my own pounding blood.

I sucked his cock with reverence, with ravenous hunger, with worshipful awe. The cock that made me his whore, the man who made me his property. The Hindu god who taught me I was still alive, still beautiful and now totally his.

He came all over my face and tits. Wiping his cock on my face, he smeared his cum all over, slapping my face with his cock. He talked quietly as he did so.

"There are many Hindu men who would pay well to be serviced by a beautiful white whore like yourself. I will see that you meet all of them, and please all of them. I will take some of what you earn for the training I will give you, and you will receive a lot of training before I am satisfied with your performance Jan."

With that, he took back the twenty, and placed a five dollar bill in its place, taking fifteen and tucking it into his breast pocket. Making it clear, I blew him for twenty dollars as a whore, and as my pimp he took fifteen of that for himself.

I kissed his cock, and tucked him back into his pants. Zipping them up and caressing the front of his thighs.

"I look forward to your training sir. I promise I will be the best white whore you ever had" I said. I know I love you can be said a lot of ways, but for the first time I understood one of those ways was promising to be a good whore for my Hindu master.

I still work from home as a technical writer. It still pays well and is boring as hell. I do get out though. Master Vivek sees that I have a busy social calendar. I am very popular at weddings, regular card games, at the race track and at screenings of cricket matches where I sever drinks and then serve guests as cricket matches go on for quite some time and the crowd apparently builds up quite a passion to work off on convenient and affordable white whores.