Disha's Dilemma Ch. 03

Mike smiled as Disha, now fully dressed, touched up her makeup in the large wall mirror. He turned and opened the door, where he found a nervous Dan pacing up and down the hall. "Get your coat."

"Why?"

"Me, you and your wife are going to the pub for a drink?"

"You've only got 10 minutes left."

"I think you're going to be interested in what i've got to say."

Dan stood tall, yet his face couldn't hide his inner confusion. "But..."

"And afterwards, if you think it was a waste of time... i'll pay you for time lost."

"Sounds fair to me." Dan did as he was told, and took his coat from the coat stand. He then poked his head into the bedroom where he found a timid Disha. "You OK?" She nodded unconvincingly.

The nocturnal breeze felt cool and crisp, Yet Disha felt hot and flustered... her heart beated in time with every footstep on the pavement. Holding tightly to Dan's hand, she felt uncomfortable as she walked to the local bar. The love egg and butt plug placed pressure on her bladder and she could feel the plug loosening her rectal muscles.

Stepping up to the busy bar, Disha felt a low vibration from deep inside her. She closed her eyes and began to sweat as the vibration increased. She glanced at Mike with pleading eyes. But she just shrugged his shoulder, showing a glimpse of the remote control in his pocket.

Dan placed a hand on Disha's shoulder. "Let's go and find a seat, first... you look tired."

MIke gave Dan a twenty pound note. "Get the drinks in. Get me a larger." He then felt Disha's back. " While I escort your wife to the table."

"OK."

Disha walked towards a table where she was shown to her seat by MIke. Suddenly the vibration increased. She froze and grabbed of the back of the chair. Her breathing became laboured and her knuckles turned pale as she gripped the solid backrest. She then crouched as her knees trembled and buckled. Mike noticed that from the next table a middle aged couple were watching on in horror. He placed a comforting arm around Disha. "It's rude to stare... My friend suffers from agoraphobia."

"Sorry."

Disha finally felt the vibration cease. But it was too late, she had flooded herself with juices of reluctant joy.

Gathering her balance and strength in her knees, Disha slowly lowered herself on to the chair, all the while remaining careful not to put too much pressure on the butt plug. Still, the hard wood of the chair and the fact that Mike tucked her into table, forcing her to sit with her back straight, caused the plug to sink deeper.

Mike reached across the table and rested his hand on Disha's. "Don't worry, We'll do business in peace. No more love egg."

"Good. I couldn't take any more."

Mike grinned as Dan approached holding a tray of drinks. "And here are our drinks. Thank you, Dan."

"You're welcome." Dan studied Disha's face. He was used to seeing his wife look impeccable. But she looked visibly drawn and shaken, even dishevelled. "You sure you're OK?"

"Yes I'm fine, given the circumstances.."

Dan silently mouthed, i love you, as he sat down on a chair and pulled himself closer to the table. After taking a sip of his larger, he faced Mike. "Right. Let's talk business. Get this over with as smoothly as possible."

"I couldn't agree more. I'll start off with saying, I'm a big fan of your wife. Have been for a long, long time. To me she's most beautiful creature to walk the earth."

"It figures."

"Apart from the obvious enjoyment, we've engaged in countless in depth discussions. "Mike lifted his glass and tilted it slightly towards Dan. "But I admit. I'm a schemer as much as i'm a businessman. My mind is always working to seek an advantage."

"I don't like the sound of this."

"Hey. I'm an ethical man... for the most part. And I'm confident you're going to think seriously about what i'm about to propose."

"Go on"

"Over the months. i've picked up on certain things Disha has said. I knew something wasn't right, for a girl like her working such a job - it didn't make sense. Well... " Mike glanced at Disha. "It was only logical it was a visa." He then smiled smugly. " It was fate for us to meet."

"Fate?"

"I own a successful textile mill, so employ a lot of immigrant workers. Over the years I've had to learn how to work the system."

"So? How are you going to help us?"

"I'll be upfront. Forget the 60K, I'm not willing to fork out that sort of money. The best option I have, is to give Dan a office job... on paper, at least. I do that for employee's families all the time. The worthwhile ones, anyway."

"What does that exactly involve? For us, I mean."

"Over the next six months I'll process Dan's wages, tax, and legal documentation through my company to satisfy the boarder agency. As far as they're concerned he will be fully employed by me."

Disha suddely woke up from her post orgasim haze. Her mind suddenly became clear and focused. "What do you get out of this?"

"You. Of course."

Dan sat upright on his chair. "Haven't you already taken enough from my wife..? Look at her... she's shattered."

"Get off your high horse dan... you'll only fall off."

"Excuse me?"

"You're willing to let her sell herself to every man in this shitty town."

Dan raised his voice. "I don't like your tone." He then lowered his voice to avoid being overheard by nearby tables. "Do you think I like my wife risking her health, her safety?

"That's why i'm offering you a much safer ladder to get out of this goddamn hole. All you have to do is listen to me."

Disha interrupted. "I'm listening."

"Thanks Disha. At least there's one other adult at the table." Mike glared at Dan before focusing back on Disha's tired but pretty face. " Right, we both gain from this. In six months, you get your visa. In the meantime I have Disha at my beck and call. My trophy wife. " He then took another swig of his beer before smiling. ""Then when the visa comes, you and Dan go and live your lives happily ever after. Sound good?"

Disha nodded her head. "If you can can guarantee we get the visa."

"Dan will have an employment contract from my company which will me more than enough to satisfy the UKBA. But in return I will draft a special contract between you and me. So Dan... what do you think?"

"It's Disha's decision."

Under the table. Disha held Dan's hand while she stared across the table at Mike. "I agree, Mike. Draft the contracts then send us them.'"

"I hope you don't mind. But I have taken the liberty of drafting them already. I'm not a man to waste a journey."

Dan sneered. "You're an opportunist."

"Indeed." Mike didn't seem fazed as he delved a hand inside the inner pocket of his blazer. He then lifted out two white envelopes. "Read and sign."

DIsha's hand visibly shook as she took the envelope. "We're going to have to take a couple of hours, if not days to study this... Make sure everything is legitimate. I hope you understand."

"Of course." Mike usually cool and calm felt his testosterone getting the better of him... clouding his judgment. " But I'm going to be frank. I'm as randy as fuck... So I hope you don't mind me paying you another 500... so I take the butt plug out of you and replace it with the real thing."

Dan spat beer back into his glass. "Plug? "

"Disha?"

Disha glanced at Dan. "I may as well get paid for taking them out." She then sat up, but quickly sat back down. "Mike?"

"What's up?"

"It's slipping out."

"The plug?"

"Yes."

MIke pushed his chair back. "Then you're ripe and ready."

~

Disha pinched her cheeks together and slowly stood from the chair. She sighed as her muscles couldn't find purchase on the plug which pushed against the back of her knickers. Mike put his arm around she as she waddled like a duck out of the bar while Dan followed behind... wondering what the fuck was happening.

~

Back in the dimly lit bedroom, Mike showed Disha to the bed, watching as she winced on sitting on the mattress. "Right... mind if I undress."

"Of course not, Want me to take mine off too?"

"No. I'll enjoy doing that myself."

Disha did her best to smile as she watched Mike undress. Her heart sunk at witnessing his huge cock which hung like a baby's arm as he pulled down his boxer shorts. She was a small woman who felt inadequate for the task at hand. "Please go easy on me,"

"Now you know why I used to plug. Don't worry you'll be fine."

"I hope so."

"But I have one last request. I want you act like a whore. For now, forget about your morals. It has to be that way every time we meet... you don't have any when i'm around."

"My morals are nothing but a distant memory."

"Good." Mike steppped up to Disha, wanking his cock stiff. "Right... time to see what you're made of."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Disha stroked Michael's muscular arms as he knelt between her parted legs. She watched his joyful face as he unbuttoned her blouse. With her eyes closed, she raked Mike's back with her fingernails while feeling him press his lips into the soft skin of her neck. The sensation of being kissed by a man other than Dan, felt strange. She felt embarrassed but did her best to at least display a sense of carnal excitement.

Disha lightly kissed Mike who replied with a more commanding kiss. They shared licks and saliva like lovers. Locked on his lips, she felt him unclip her bra. The one-time marital bed creaked as Mike pushed her gently onto her back. Disha then let him push her legs into her chest, but broke into embarrassed laughter as she felt the plug slide out from her anus.

As soon as Mike pulled her red laced panties down to her thighs, the plug shoot free. Leaving her panties around Disha's thighs and picked up the warm butt plug to pass it under his nose. "Gorgeous."

Disha took exception slapping Mike's chest. "Don't do that."

"What?"

"It's disgusting."

"Don't be daft." Mike then glanced down at her loose anus. "Just look at you gaping wide for me." He could also see that her pussy was moist. "You really did cum with the egg before."

Disha gushed, "Yes" She then reached down to lightly dab her anus with her finger, then felt alarmed. "It will tighten up again, right?"

"Of course, but not until I've had my fun."

Free of her thong, Disha winced as Mike placed his finger at the tip of her anus. She put her hand on his head as he stooped between her legs. Eyes closed she felt the sensations of her clitoris being stimulated by his lapping tongue. The pleasure was tempered by the intruding finger sinking deeper into her rectum. However, she felt surprised by the ease at which he slipped inside. Sighing with relief that she suffered none of the pain of earlier when Mike prepped her for the plug.

Disha reached down and wrapped her delicate hand around his humungous cock. The vein that ran the length of his shaft contained more girth than Disha's own ring finger. "Are you going to fuck me then Mike?"

"Patience... my little whore." As Mike knelt up, Disha went to pull out the egg, leaving herself free for Michael's black cock. "Leave it in."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

Disha squalled as Mike pulled her up. He flipped her over onto her belly before propping her up onto all fours. She then grabbed hold of the headboard as Mike positioned himself behind her. Suddenly the vibration of the eggs returned, giving her a flush of orgasmic excitement.

Disha squealed as she felt the head of his cock rest against her arse. The thrusting pain travelled the length of her tiny spine as Mike slowly broke his way inside. Her toes curled as she screamed as loud as her lung would let her.

Dan shouted from the next room. "Disha?"

Mike whispered into her ear. "Tell him you're fine... and to shut the fuck up."

"I'm fine Dan... I'm OK."

"You sure?"

Disha closed her eyes sounding a shade unconvincing. "Yes."

"OK."

MIke barked like annoyed teacher, "Take it easy Dan. I'm just looking after your wife."

Disha dug her nails into the wood of headboard. "Just fuck me, Mike. Come on." She suddenly felt her tiny body take the force of the muscle bound Mike. Her tiered anus muscles gave in and his cock slid in and out with ease, hitting virgin depths.

Blinded with pain and panting through gritted teeth, Disha accepted her sordid fate.

The headboard loudly batted against the ivory wall. Disha's lustful cries and whorish screams encouraged Mike to quicken his pace and deepen his thrusts. Her makeup ran as her face became streaked with sweat. Her back felt close to collapse and her arms ached as much as her arse. She felt his hairy sacks slapping against her pussy that still vibrated to the tune of the love egg. These sensations combined, drained her energy and sapped every ounce of her strength.

Mike suddenly pulled out. Disha felt obliged to quickly fill the gap, covering her bottom with her hand. "I need the toilet."

"No you don't. Don't worry. Please relax." Mike wiped his rock-like cock with a baby wipe. "Now, time for me to cream in that tiny pussy of yours."

"Put on a condom."

"I'll have to knock off a hundred then."

Disha felt exhausted, too drained to think. She instead slowly lay back on the bed. "Fine... whatever."

Mike climbed in between Disha's legs and crawled up so he could lick her petite tanned breasts. He wrapped her in his arms and began to kiss her. "I think you're amazing, worth every penny."

"Thanks." Disha winced as Mike pulled the egg from her pussy.

"Lick it."

"Do I have to?"

"Lick it like the whore you are."

Disha dabbed her tongue on the warm plastic. She felt pleased that it was the egg and not the plug as she licked her own bitter juices. Cleaning it with several swipes.

MIke then threw the joy onto the carpet. He then mounted Disha before pushing his cock against Disha's nether tight lips. Lifting her slender legs up, she wrapped them around his thick set waist. Suddenly, Mike found his way inside, causing Disha to bite into his shoulder as she felt him open her up. She clawed at his dark skin as she felt an orgasmic tension and flooding rush. "Oh, Mike, come on Baby."

"I'm cumin too."

"Oh God, oh God." Disha felt her vagina soak with their mixed juices. She could feel Mike pumping away and pushing his seed deeper inside her nest.

Once Mike pulled out, Disha felt the juices spill from her pussy. The cum flowed down her rim and pooled at her anus. She felt too tired to even argue as Mikel took his mobile from the bedside table and took souvenir pictures of her cummy pussy and tired face.

She was now a whore. Mike's whore. His so called Trophy Wife.