This is the continuation of Madhu's Day Out Ch. 01. Please read it before venturing into this one.
My helplessness and confusion grew when I felt an impending orgasm growing inside me. Subconsciously, I had been heading back towards the metro station, eager to get away from the market. But now, very consciously, I felt the need to release myself before I could get on the metro for the ride back home.
Pausing momentarily, I took ground of my bearings. I was somewhere in the most crowded inner circle of the market. Again, subconsciously, I started walking towards the middle circle (the least crowded) on one of the radial roads. My heart was thumping excitingly and I was sweating profusely, the only thing on my mind was finding a desolate spot to masturbate myself out of this situation.
Although my Saturday's activities had been going on for a very long period of time, I had never been so aroused that my body had begged for such immediate release. Ordinarily, I would go back to my house in the evening (the evening metro rush adding to my activity), and lock myself in my room pretending to sleep after a tiring day. Then, going through the details of the activities, I would masturbate myself to a couple of orgasms. But today was no ordinary day.
I, Madhu, forgot about the shame I was experiencing a couple of minutes ago and let out a deep sigh of relief as I spotted a thin alleyway between two shops on the radial road.
Hurriedly, I headed into the alleyway, surprised at its presence and realizing the fact that I knew so less about the nodal market even though I visited the place so frequently. It was a sort of service lane to connect to the various shops and big showrooms from the rear side. It went on for as far as I could see, thankfully it was deserted. I found a siding in the alley which was actually a vacant space below one of the buildings. The upper floors made it a bit darker and this hid me from view of anyone in the alley. Only if someone walked right past the siding, would I be visible to that person and that too if he looked carefully in the relatively dark place.
The probability of being sighted masturbating in a service alley of the busiest market in the city did not weigh me down, and that was because I was too obsessed with the thought of actually masturbating there. I was a cent per cent confident that I would finish this new 'activity' and be home-bound in a matter of minutes.
Receding to the deepest part of the siding, I pushed my right hand in between my salwar and my body, pushing at the cord that tied my salwar around my waist. Then I pushed it through the waist band of my panty and I took measure of the copious amount of wetness that had built up in between my legs. The sighting of the book-
wallah's
penis, the sucking of the four penises in the busy central park and the swallowing of so much semen had excited me like never before.
Salivating at the thought of today's activities which had spiralled out of control, I, Madhu, a housewife of seven years and mother of two children, began to rub my wet vulva as my body begged for release, in some alley in the busiest market of the city. My left hand found its way, through the lower edge of my kurta, to my breasts, which I began to cup and squeeze alternatingly. With my eyes tightly shut, my fingers pinched my semi-hard nipples and my other hand massaged my hard clitoris. I was lost in my own sweet world, until I felt the hot exhale of someone very close to me.
I was so deeply lost in pursuing my new 'activity' that I had failed to notice the appearance of someone I the siding. I opened my eyes as I felt the hot breath of the person who had sneaked up upon me. My mouth opened in shock as I saw the face of the book-
wallah
just inches away from me, grinning broadly.
"You are one hell of a bitch!" he said.
I recoiled at the sight of him and my left hand came out from beneath my kurta, trying to push him away. My right hand was still inside my salwar, as it was not possible to pull it without loosening the cord with the other hand. I struggled to pull it out at the same time as I was trying to push the book-
wallah
away.
He caught hold of my left hand and pushed it aside, pinning it and me against the wall with his weight. With his free right hand, he caught hold of my right hand and held it in place.
"Let it remain there for some time," he sniggered, as his face lunged forwards, trying to kiss me on my lips.
I repulsed at the sight of those pouting lips heading towards my mouth and let out a shriek.
"Really? Do you want to shout out, bitch?" he asked, going on to emphasize the condition that I was in.
"You have a hand up against your slutty pussy, you bitch!"
"Please leave me," I managed to reply.
"Why? Why should I leave you, bitch?" he demanded, "Why should you have all the fun?"
Still pinning me in place with his weight, he let go of my right hand and forcefully cupped my left breast. I let out a subdued shriek and he let out a whoop of excitement.
"Where is your bra, bitch?" he demanded excitingly. "Remember, the one you were proudly displaying to me earlier!"
I could not believe the situation that I was in. I shut my eyes as if to withdraw myself from the happenings of the moment.
His hand left my breast and then...SMACK!! SMACK!! He slapped me hard on my left cheek, not once but twice, which opened my eyes and also brought tears to them.
"Please...pl..ease...let me go," I whimpered with tears streaming down my cheeks.
"When I ask a question, I want an answer...do you understand, bitch?"
I nodded meekly.
"So...I asked you, where is your bra?"
I couldn't manage to speak. I couldn't! How could I have told him what had happened in the park earlier?
My mind was completely blank as I struggled to come up with an appropriate reply. I thought maybe I could say something about broken hooks, or...but who was he to demand an answer from me?
SMACK! As soon as I had that thought, another hard slap ripped through the left side of my face.
"I...they took...it! They took it..." I went on to narrate the entire incident that had taken place after I had left his shop, managing to reach the part where I was made to suck four penises.
"What?" he said, unable to hide his surprise.
A broad grin had built up on his face. "So, you are a whore then?"
"NO! No, I'm not! I'm a decent lady!"
"What are you doing here then, with your hand inside your salwar?"
I told him.
His broad grin, which I thought couldn't grow any bigger, became almost double.
"You were masturbating here! You decent lady!" he mocked. "So, let me help you, decent lady!"
His hand reach to the cord of my salwar and undid the knot. The salwar fell to the ground, settling in a heap around my ankles.
"No...please...don't do this!" I whimpered.
"What will you do, decent lady?" he asked, his stare piercing through my eyes, as if reading my thoughts.
"Which decent lady has ever been caught masturbating in a busy market place, decent lady?"
The manner in which he spoke the words 'decent lady' seemed to be very demeaning. I got the same feeling of repulsion on hearing them as I would if someone would call me a whore.
