White Slave Tales – Angelique - Sex Stories

White Slave Tales – Angelique

... late. But Ramesh had shown his desperation. Roger wanted to see what he could get away with. Roger was amused as to how his vendor had panicked. He had a reputation on being ruthless on late goods especially if he didn't care much for the merchandise.

Angelique studied her reflection in the mirror. More and more she had a hard time connecting with her past of being a simple Indian housewife. Even her real name Neetu seemed unreal. She played well her role of an exotic slut living to please a myriad of men and women with varied tastes.

She remembered the limousine that picked her up. She was allowed only the clothes that she wore, which were soon dumped upon her arrival. Angelique remembered the last sight of her son, Rahul, being carried by Ramesh as the limo drove away.

Then she had been thrown in a whole different world. She was now a commodity, a sex slave that was rented, given as favors, and exchanged. By the first week she knew it was going to be a long year. She was taken on a corporate jet to Brazil where Roger was to finalize a business transaction. She had no papers and no identity card. She saw no government officials and was driven straight to the meeting.

"You are Sonia and that is all you need to know," Roger had told Neetu as they were driven from the airport in a shiny Cadillac.

She was made to look like a whore as she waited in the grand mansion that magically appeared in the dense jungle. High heel shoes, fishnet stockings, a glittering mini ...

... black dress with sequins and large crystal earrings graced her body. The crotch less panties were irritating as she explored the large structure getting rarely a glance from the discrete servants who have probably witnessed many strange happenings.

When evening turned into night, Sonia heard the laughter of men as they emerged from the meeting room. She knew it was her time now to perform. Her recently shaved pussy and the crotch less panties were making her more anxious than she was.

"There you are, Sonia," Roger said. He put her arms around her. "I think you will enjoy this." She was led to a large room with richly illustrated drapes fully drawn over the large windows. Besides the roaring fire in the fireplace and a decorative lamp hanging on a wall, there was no further illumination. As her eyes got used to the dim surroundings, she discerned four gentlemen including Roger each sitting on comfortable chairs. They were either nursing a drink or smoking or both.

"Gentlemen, this is Sonia and she would love to play with the young savages," Roger announced. Sonia turned around the room apprehensively unsure what was to happen next.

"Please remove your clothes," Roger said. In six days of being a property of another man, Sonia had already experienced a night of hardcore sex with Roger and his two friends. She had managed to satisfy their three penises. She pulled the dress over her head exposing her panties and her drooping breasts. Sonia's breast didn't sag at all ...