[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

King Amir went for long deep strokes and before long, as he did the first time around, he emptied himself inside my womb. I was shocked. What if he made me pregnant? Having satisfied his lust, King Amir withdrew himself from me.

"Clean me up", he commanded me. I reached for a towel but he slapped me with the back of his hand, "with your slutty mouth". Crawling towards him, I used my mouth to lick up the remnants of his seed as I begin to drip cum all over our matrimonial bed.

By this time, I was spotting a raging hard-on. Wanda's story, coupled by her skillful, soft fingers drove me close to the edge of no return. I placed my hand over her smaller one, signalling to her to stop. She looked at me and smiled. I gave her a reassuring hug, "Everything will be ok now. You are in Singapore. We have laws here; you will be protected". Doesn't every proud Singaporean say this? As if we the only safest city in the whole universe? "Tell me more Wanda," I whispered into her as she lay on my chest, "I want to know more about you."

"No, later you angry to me," Wanda replied.

In a soft voice, I reassured her that I would never judge her. Her stories made me curious; if she were married to a rich family, why then was she now a maid here in Singapore? I knew of some of the land owners there being richer than professionals here. And maybe, after telling me the whole story, I could think of a way to help her get her revenge on her tormentors? Yes, I am also a 'White Knight' now, sticking my nose into other people's business. In actual fact, her stories turn me on and I was addicted to them.

King Amir would come and visit me whenever he had the urge and use me as his cum dump. Sometimes he would choose to cum on my face, my breasts, my back or any part of my body as he chooses. He says this is the way to mark his territory. Sometimes he also gives me pills to swallow before we have sex. He tells me this is good for a woman and I just take them.

I remember one particular night; it was the night of my husband's birthday when they threw a banquet as a celebration. Most of the more influential villagers were invited. As the wife, I was to be dressed for the occasion and seated next to my husband so that I could serve him.

The villagers seem to have noticed a change in me, from the time I married my husband and now - they see some difference in me. I know this by the way they look at me as I feed my husband, who because of his intellect, is oblivious to all that is happening around him. To him, this was a happy day because all his friends and family were here to celebrate his birthday.

Seeing him in high spirits, they all took turns to toast him to get him drunk. My mother-in-law who was present, tried to turn down a few drinks but my husband, wanting to prove he was now a 'big' man, kept drinking. Before long he was dead drunk.

My mother-in-law told the servants to help me to carry my drunk husband to our room and seeing that the 'Birthday Boy' was no longer at the table, there was no need for me to reappear at the banquet either; it wouldn't be proper. After laying my husband on the bed, the servants left. I locked the bedroom door and went into the connecting bathroom to wash up for the night.

As I was coming out of the bath, I heard a knock at the door. Fearing that it was Amir again, I turned off the lights and pretended to be asleep. As the door was locked, the only way Amir could get in was if he persistently knocked; there should still be guests outside and if they noticed him lurking around, questions would be asked. I doubt he would want to run that risk.

I was wrong.

The lock clicked and the bedroom door creaked opened. I heard the light switch being flicked on and then footsteps. Many footsteps.

"See? My son is already asleep. Drunk." the voice said. "Wanda, are you asleep? We saw you drink some wine just now and we want to make sure you are ok. Can you hear us child?" the voice continued, in a concerned tone.

It was definitely not Amir; it sounded like my father-in-law - a kind and soft-spoken man who left things to my mother-in-law. I sometimes wonder if he were henpecked but I didn't want to ruffle any feathers so I didn't ask or comment. Anyway, I come from a poor family. I 'married' into a rich family; it was not my place to question, just to listen and to carry out what was asked of me. Even so, I was too afraid to open my eyes to look and confirm my suspicions. I just kept my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.


Then a second voice rang out.