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 Love thy neighbour

   (Sent to me and reworked - hope you like it)

   Immediately you read the title you guess the situation I'm in, right? 
Well you probably have some idea but not the whole picture.  Firstly me;
Kerry, I'm thirty four married to Tim (same age) I have three children and
am currently five months gone with number four.  I got married when I was
twenty two a year after moving in with Tim and we moved to our current
address two years later.

   Things went off the rails within a few months of being at our new
address; Tim change of job which sparked our move meant he was away for
increasing periods of time and then just four months in I lost my job and
the income that went with it.  Now we'd only just got our own place having
rented for three years so the prospect of losing it was very upsetting.

   I'm not going into too many specifics here since I don't want anyone I
know happening over this and joining the dots but I will say we live in a
three bed flat in a town with a diverse ethnic mix and most of our
neighbours were Asian.

   This is not racist but I guess fact that the prices were better where we
moved to because of the Asian population, which unfairly reduced the demand
for places such as this.  Since we didn't care it allowed us to buy what
was quite a bargain.  In fact we could only afford single bedroom places
elsewhere so it was too good an offer to refuse even if it meant we pushed
the mortgage to the limit.

   Anyway we were in a fix and with Tim being away so much I was left at
home to brood over it.  It was three weeks after I'd lost my job I was in
the local corner shop when the Asian girl serving there asked me why I was
around so often.  She was my age although she looked a bit younger and we'd
chatted a few times before so I mentioned I was now out of work and
desperate for a job.

   She gave me a funny look then asked me if I was willing to work for an
Asian, which struck me a strange so I answered yes then asked why she
wanted to know.  She then said that she thought she could probably get me
an interview with her uncle as they were looking to hire another person for
their string of shops.  I said that would be fantastic but she gave me a
sour look and said that unfortunately he preferred Asian girls however if I
was prepared to be flexible she'd see if she could swing it.  I said I was
and she seemed genuinely pleased.

   Anyway three days later I met with her uncle (not her real uncle but
someone from her extended family) he was in his mid thirties and appeared
happy to see me however the more we talked the more I became concerned
about all the work he wanted me to be involved with.  Firstly it wasn't
just working behind the counter in the shop, although that was part of it
(along with stacking shelves etc.) he expected me to be at one of the shops
early in the morning twice a week to sort out the papers for delivery, to
lock up twice a week and to work every other Saturday.

   It was actually quite a lot more than I'd envisaged and a real
commitment but since I needed a job and this was effectively full time I
said yes.  He then added that all of their shops were in Asian communities
so he would expect me to dress appropriately and when I asked what he meant
he explained I had to wear traditional Asian dress.

   Now I'm not adverse to communities retaining their identities but this
was, for me, a step too far and I told him no.  With that he shrugged and
said pity and told me goodbye.  Back home I actually cried a little then
calling Tim I explained what had happened and after he got a little annoyed
(he felt it was an unfair demand) we talked it through and by the end of
the call agreed that as long as I could change at work it might be ok. 
Ravi was fine with this and suggested I see Parveen at the shop to discuss
how to dress right.

   Parveen seemed really excited when she talked me through the different
styles and then suggested we go for a couple of churidar suits and a salwar
suit.  Now I had no idea about these fashions so she took me to another
member of the family and we spent ages looking at different cloths and
styles before she ordered stuff for me.  It was agreed that I'd pay in a
couple of months to help me to organise my finances first.

   Anyway I started the following week and found more or less immediately
that I was treated as a second class citizen.  The women looked down at me
at first but it was the men who were the hardest to take.  They were always
eyeing me up and on my second day, spent at another shop, the owner visited
and dropped hints that he'd like to help me dress in the mornings after I
arrived.  Thankfully it went no further and although I was eyed up a lot,
things were ok but about three weeks into the job I was with Parveen when
her `uncle' arrived and it was clear by the body contact he was expecting
something from her.  She then got me to mind the shop and disappeared for
over an hour `checking stock' returning with a grin telling me that Ravi
had gone.

   Now I had spent approaching seventy pounds on the clothes which I
couldn't afford to pay back as we were still behind on our mortgage
payments.  So finally five weeks in after a second warning letter from the
bank Ravi caught me crying and asked me to tell him what was wrong.  I
explained about the mortgage arrears and the fact that I couldn't pay his
cousin back for the clothes.  He then gave me a look and said that he could
help with both problems.  I'm not completely stupid and guessed what he was
going to say but I asked him anyway.

   "Look Kerry.  Why not start helping me in the stock room, if you do we
can sort out that debt easily." I knew exactly what that meant so shook my
head and he just made a shrug.  "OK.  Sashin will want paying soon for the
clothes so you'd best come up with an alternative idea or I'll have to let
you go.  He wouldn't want me keeping you on if you default on his loan to
you."

   I didn't consider it to exactly be a loan but I knew what he meant and
also that he was putting pressure on me.  So what could I do?  I was
already looking for another job but there was nothing and while Tim was as
worried about the mortgage as it was we could do little since the loan
company had only agreed to hold payments back until the end of the next
month.  Two days later Ravi asked me again and I hesitated.  "Come on," he
pressed.  "Let me show you what's required and you can see if you like the
work!" It was so obvious what he expected of me but I simply couldn't do
that so again said no.

   A week later he called at the shop and Parveen excused herself so we
could be alone then he explained that he was really sorry but his cousin
wanted his money back and that I had the rest of the day to arrange to pay
him or I was out of a job.  I cried and begged him to help me and he nodded
inviting me to help him in the stock room.  God I felt utterly helpless and
whilst I didn't say anything I guess he sensed I was unable to say no so he
fetched Parveen who gave me a little shove towards the back door and I
stumbled out to find Ravi waiting to escort me up the stairs.  The shop had
three rooms above it the front one was the main stock room with bars on the
windows and a heavy lockable fire door.  There was an office to one side
and a second smaller room to the other which had always been locked.

   Ravi opened this and ushered me inside where I found a room with nothing
in it but a double bed.  I was shaking as he shut and locked the door then
without another word he kissed me.  I barely moved as he crushed his lips
to mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  He then began to grope me
before removing my Salwar.  I let him, standing naked before him my hands
over my breasts and sex as he took me in then he removed his own clothes.
As his underwear dropped I looked on with shock as his very large cock
appeared.  He spotted my expression and smiled telling me it was ok because
I was about to be taken to heaven and back.  Now I'm no virgin, three years
with Tim and two other boyfriends before him but this man was far bigger
than any of them.  More than that he really knew how to make love and once
he'd manoeuvred me to the bed (I was still rather un-cooperative) he began
to work on my sex with his fingers and a little spit.

   I was still as dry as a bone but he simply went to the only other piece
of furniture in the room, a small cupboard, and produced a bottle of
lubricant.  He dribbled some of it around my lips and inside me before
rubbing a good amount over his cock then he dropped it to the floor and
mounted me.  The lubrication helped to get his bell-end in me but he was so
fat that I thought he'd never get inside me.  Working with his hips the
monster slowly went deeper and deeper until about a third was in me and
then he withdrew and began to make small thrusts careful not to pull too
far out and all the while getting deeper.  After four or five minutes he
was as far as Tim could go but it was still short of where he intended to
end up and as I grunted and tensed up he worked deeper still.

   For the first time ever I felt a cock pushing against my cervix and
still he wanted to get deeper.  He seemed to find extra room in me and
finally he was fully home.  Then he began to stroke in and out taking his
time knowing that I was as full as I'd ever been.  He continued to work at
that even rhythm for ages moving his hips as well so his cock seemed to
stir my insides as he made love to me.  I was now beginning to respond to
him and after a few minutes I held him then finally after what must have
been nearly twenty minutes I met his rhythm as I slowly headed towards my
first orgasm with him.  When it came it was stronger and longer than I'd
ever had plus he showed no signs of stopping which soon meant I was
tingling again.

   "You like this don't you Kerry?" He stated.  I didn't reply.

   "Don't you!" He repeated and I mumbled yes.

   "So are you going to help me stock take again?"

   "I might do." I responded trying to sound calm but it was hard.

   "I'll help you with your money problems if you help me." He stated. 
"Deal?"

   I didn't even consider saying anything else as I was now well on the way
to my second climax; "Deal!"

   Now please don't get me wrong I hadn't suddenly switch from married
woman to complete slut after one hour with the guy it was just that at that
moment I'd have said anything.  Anyway I hit my second climax a few moments
later then I felt him stiffen and he came inside me.  Of course I felt
really guilty after that and actually cried so he beat a retreat and sent
Parveen up to chat to me.  She was really sweet explaining that she'd felt
a little guilty the first time she'd does it with Ravi but now she looked
forward to their occasional sessions together.

   I asked her why she was willing to go with him since she was also
married and she laughed and explained that her husband had let Ravi know he
had some erection problems early in their marriage seeking advice.  Ravi
knew she, Parveen, was getting very frustrated so played on this until she
let him seduce her.  She added that her husband was still struggling but it
didn't matter as Ravi was on hand to help her once or twice a week.  She
got me to calm down and we went back to the shop where Ravi excused himself
shooting off to another branch.

   I guess I knew it was going to be awkward after that and it was with
Ravi taking me upstairs the next two days as well.  Of course I enjoyed it
and the third time I actually got wet by myself which pleased him no end.
The next week I worked at another shop only Ravi turned up on the Tuesday
as I was marking up the papers and after helping to get them done he
actually had sex with me bent over the counter at five in the morning
stopping only when one of the delivery boys appeared.

   I guess after that I fell into a routine of allowing him to have sex
with me several times a week and twice on some days.  This continued for
about four months but although he given me extra money each payday I still
owed the back mortgage and time had run out.  It was then he gave me the
offer.  He called me into the office and asked me what I intended to do to
pay off my debt.  He knew the house would be lost if we couldn't so I said
as much.

   "Ok I'll do a deal with you.  You seem happy with our little
arrangement, how about we extend it a little?  I know most of the men in
this community and nearly all of them would love to spend a little discrete
time with you.  I'm thinking if you agree to letting them visit when Tim's
away we can work out a deal that will help pay your debts!"

   I stared at him as this sunk in.  "You're asking me to become a...  a...
hooker!" I said finally.

   "I don't want to upset you Kerry but you already get paid extra for
doing it so all I'm saying is let's make it formal and really help to make
a difference to your finances.

   Frankly I was so taken aback I didn't know how to reply so he pressed
on. "You spend an hour or two with them, they pay me and I'll put it in
your salary.  You tell Tim it's a promotion!"

   "But everyone will know!" I shook my head in dismay.

   "Rubbish!  I'll tell each and everyone that they are the only one. 
Remember they are all married so dare not breathe a word.  This way we can
sort out your problem and you can have a little fun as well!"

   "I can't!  I'd hate myself.  Besides it's one thing to be with you as
you're...  well, good...  but it's another to be with a smelly old fat guy
who thinks it's ok to treat me like dirt."

   "I can see your point so how about I make a rule that no one over fifty
can be involved, if they don't treat you with the utmost respect then I'll
sort them out plus I will make it clear that if any word of this leaks out
their wife will find out.  And I`ll make a further promise, if there are
rumours about you I'll buy your house for the full value so you can move
somewhere else.  Now that's got to be worth thinking about?"

   I said no but he gave a look that told me he knew I was in such a spot I
would actually consider it.  Unsurprisingly the following day he told me he
was going to float the idea to the first guy next week and while I told him
not to, my lack of conviction was telling.  I guess I just thought what the
hell, I was doing it with Ravi anyway (and enjoying it) so when he
confirmed Tim was away for the following week he simply informed me that a
neighbour was going to visit Tuesday night so I should dress sexily for
him. Of course sexy was not in Asian gear this time but stockings etc.

   My first time was a shock.  They guy turned out to be from literally
across the road and more than that he was far from the pot-bellied
quick-fire tryst I expected.  He was a real looker and I guess I'd probably
given him a surreptitious eye once or twice in the past and it was quite a
surprise to see him at my back door.  His wife was an attractive lady but
he admitted a cold fish in bed so he wanted to be with someone who enjoyed
it.  Actually I didn't because I was simply too nervous however I tried
hard to please him knowing if he didn't want to do it again my additional
income would be very short lived.  Thankfully he did and so it started.

   I next went with a man from across town but he seemed more nervous than
me and I knew he wouldn't be back.  Next was a shy man in his late forties
who was actually really sweet so I was keen for him to become a regular. 
After that Seb the across the road neighbour returned and before long he
was weekly in my bed.  Then after about a month Tim went away for a whole
week abroad and Ravi announced my neighbour from upstairs was also alone
that week as his wife was away so wanted to spend a whole night with me.

   When I quizzed Ravi he said he didn't expect me in for work the
following day so I knew exactly what was expected.  I said ok and the next
evening he came to my door and I let him in.  Now the guy was older than
we'd agreed but I liked him already so felt it would be ok.  However once
inside he became very dominant and after some pretty violent sex he began
to used me as I'd never been before.  I was naked from virtually the first
moment onward and had several firsts: my first bondage session, he was the
first Asian man to cum down my throat (Ravi wasn't into oral sex), he took
pictures of me both tied and untied and then we had anal sex which was at
first pretty grotesque but I soon enjoyed it.  The problem was he started
to visit me without Ravi being involved which meant it was for free and I
began to really get into his dominating me.  I'd dress for him and do
things for him on demand including oral sex in the shop and in my garden I
even let him tie me up and have sex with me while I spoke to Tim on the
phone.

   Eventually he told me he was going to give me a baby and despite his
colour and the sheer stupidity of it all I complied letting him withhold my
pills (it sounds strange but this was such a high and I actually climaxed
several times from my slightest touch just thinking about it) before
spending a week on my back with him virtually every day.  Of course Ravi
and Seb both had me as well but when I fell pregnant I expected the baby to
be his.  It was weird after that because if anything I was more turned on
from that time on than before.  Carrying another man's baby was bizarrely
just about the biggest turn on possible and made me almost insatiable for
the next six months until I simply got too uncomfortable.

   However one very dramatic activity occurred about ten weeks in when I
was still not showing but knew the baby was on its way: Bal took me up to
his flat and tied me to his bed, we then had sex for ages only after a
while I noticed noises from next door and when I asked he said it was his
son who was visiting.  Now I was worried but he called out and the son
appeared and made a great play of watching even though Bal was still inside
me.  Bal then said something in Punjabi and he got close and said that he
was pleased his father's white whore was here because he wanted to share me
as well.

   Then to my great shock Bal got off and despite my protests the guy
stripped and mounted me.  He wasn't actually that big but it didn't matter
because he hammered at me so hard he came within a couple of minutes before
Bal simply resumed his position.  Of course it was the start of my being
shared and it was soon the norm for me to have sex with both of them and in
fact I was quite happy to do so as Rashid while smaller than my husband
actually had fantastic recovery powers and was hard several times each
session.  Between them they were in me all the time and I got so used to
having sex that I began to invite myself over.  There were days where I
would wait until Bal's wife had left then I would go up let myself in and
climb into be with one or other of them.  Rashid wasn't there for long but
the three months were fantastic and I was in heaven.

   Of course I still saw a number of men for money and with mortgage up to
date it was no problem stopping when I had my first son.  Now both Tim and
I are very white so the dark baby was to me obviously not my husband's yet
he didn't seem to notice and neither did his parents or mine.  Of course
Bal, Seb and Rav all claimed parentage but I shrugged and said it could be
anyone's (which was true I guess).  I was having sex with Rav just six
weeks after my son's birth.  I'd persuaded Tim to call him Baldwin which he
didn't like but of course I shortened it to Bal!  I had my first client
twelve weeks after although I still had some baby fat and my breasts were
much fuller than before.

   It was just after this Rav came up with the ultimate suggestion: I would
sell myself to get pregnant.  Basically he had the idea that we'd agree a
time when Tim was away and then I'd spend the week or so with the man who
had paid to get me pregnant.  He even added that if I could get away with
it we could actually go away together.  Now it was such a powerful
aphrodisiac to me I simply agreed on the spot.  It took a lot of organising
but four months later Tim had to go away for nearly three weeks and I got
him to agree I could have a break with Parveen (and the baby) who had also
just had a baby.

   What we did however was to agree she could take care of Bal jnr while I
went away for ten days.  Of course the only men who wanted to do such a
thing to me were older and rather creepy but in the end we settled on a
fifty five year old who was willing to pay fifteen thousand but it came
with several catches:

   Firstly I had to visit his doctor several times before we left to
confirm I was not already pregnant and not on birth control.

   Secondly he insisted I was to dress in very sexy clothes throughout our
trip and would choose my wardrobe.

   Thirdly I would visit him after our return until I was confirmed
pregnant

   And fourthly he insisted I agree for us to be videoed together with me
making it clear I wanted him to give me a baby - this he said was his
insurance in case I decided to try any blackmail.

   We agreed after a bit of wavering and then the planning started.  The
doctor was a close friend who did several internals and seemed to enjoy the
fact that he was able to look at me naked lots of times over the weeks
running up to the holiday.

   I had a real shock when I first met Hanwa he was really big and fat but
worse he was a very perverted man.  His friend videoed us, me admitting I
was there to get pregnant and then we did it his fat body covering mine for
twenty minutes until we were both covered in his sweat.  He had sex with me
several times over the next couple of days but then he suddenly introduced
a woman, Asian, in her fifties who was his wife, She spanked me (which
hurt) then made me eat her offensive pussy which took a lot of effort. 
After that Hanwa took me on all fours as I licked his wife.

   I was dressed like a whore most of the time and they insisted on taking
me out and about with people staring at me.  I ate her sex as she sat on a
park bench I even sucked some old Asian man they met one afternoon.  They
also enjoyed tying me up and taking turns to sit on my face.  I suppose the
money paid for a lot of humiliation.

   The last night the man took me twice then whispered that if I wasn't
pregnant he was looking forward to having me over for some extra time.  Of
course nothing runs smooth and I had to visit him three times more before
the test was positive.  I had the same reaction as before once I was
pregnant, my hormones ran wild and I wanted to fuck everyone.  I took all
my lovers day after day for months until I was nearly seven months gone.  I
held my breath and dropped number two which was very slightly lighter than
number one and simply confirmed to the families that we produced dark
children.

   So it was that at the age of twenty eight I had two children by
different men.  At least now the mortgage payments were safe - I kept the
money in a secret account and paid it off periodically.  However I'd
forgotten about the video so after things got better and we finally sold
the house and moved away.  (with a few final sessions with the men) I
settled down to be the good wife again.

   Hanwa appearance was a shock but I let him in saying he shouldn't be
there.  He may be the biological father of my child but he was not down as
the father and besides it was now a year after we'd moved.

   "This is my thirtieth birthday present to you." He said giving me a
small box.  My, no our son was asleep and my first at school so I had time
to get rid of him.  I opened the box and nearly fainted.

   It was a DVD with a full colour cover of me.  There were picture of me
all over it and the title was; `Kerry the Asian breeding whore.' I sat down
tears in my eyes.

   "You've been selling these?" I gasped.

   "Hell no!  Not yet anyway.  Depends on you.  You see I want to see you
some more and I was thinking it would be worth a lot for you to keep this
away from your husband let alone for sale on the internet!"

   I looked at him and tears fell.  He knew he had me but I was still going
to fight.  "This can't happen.  I did what you paid for, this is against
what we agreed!"

   "No it's not.  No mention was made of the video we shot.  Now we can
agree on it now however.  You let me breed you again and I promise to give
you the original and not to keep any others."

   "I can't trust you, besides I don't want to do that again.  We can have
sex but that's all." I was desperate.

   "How about you spend a little time away from home and if it happens then
great if not then you get away with it?"

   "Please don't force this!" I begged

   "My wife knows about it, well she was part of it!" He laughed.  "A week
away or it will be in your husband's hands before the weekend."

   I remember thinking that I had no choice but this time I'd get a second
supply of contraception.  "Ok but five days while Tim's away."

   "A week, Friday to the following Sunday." He looked at me and I nodded.

   The weeks passed quickly and I was soon packed to go away `with
friends'. Tim even took me to the train station and waved goodbye with the
children.  Two hours later I was dressed in a short skirt, stockings and a
tight top sitting on Hanwa's lap as his finger played with my bare sex. 
His wife was taking photos again but I could say nothing.

   The sex was actually quite good I was a bit into the taboo sex and had
missed it even if Hanwa was very big and sweaty.  I had no pills with me
but hoped that I'd get away with it even if the trip was timed for days six
to sixteen.

   What I didn't plan for was what happened after the first weekend.  He
drove me to a house (still dressed as a tart) then once I was inside I
found myself in a house full of Asian men.  I said `no please' once before
I was taken to a bedroom and it began.

   I'd never considered a gang-bang before and this was beyond anything I
could have dreamt up.  Young, old, fat, thin, small-cocked, big-cocked,
nice, nasty I had it all.  It is hard to be clear about it but I was used
again and again until I was sore and so, so loose.  I lay literally with a
pool of cum between my legs for a few hours then it started again.

   The next day after a shower and a rest I was subject to another group
and this lasted until late.  Wednesday followed and then Thursday and
Friday.  Saturday I woke covered in cum and smelling worse than ever.  I
showered then staggered to find some food before being directed back to the
same wet stinking bed where I spent all day being pounded.  By Sunday I had
sores on my thighs from the chaffing of so many legs, my lips were sore
from all the kissing and my nipples were raw.

   Sunday I rested and was given a chance to recover so that when I went
home I was at least able to walk and the marks were less pronounced.  Poor
Tim and the boys lavished me with kisses and hugs and told me just how much
they'd missed me and had I had fun?  Of course if I was honest I'd have to
say no but there again I did have a number of climaxes despite it all.

   My sex was gaping for days but I knew I needed to make love to Tim which
I did hoping he wouldn't notice.  I wasn't lucky and found I was pregnant
and knew that whose ever it was Tim was not going to be the father again.

   My daughter was darker skinned but again was like her brothers and
therefore no one seemed to notice.  So life returned to normal only of
course it didn't.  After Hanwa I was aware that despite it all I'd enjoyed
that first weekend with him not because he was a great lover but because I
craved nasty taboo sex.  Now I had never thought of going really black but
that changed when I met Darren; he was my husband's new boss; a tall strong
black man who seemed to instantly know that I was both attracted to him and
when he saw the children that whatever was said they were not Tim's.

   He actually tackled me on this the afternoon he came over for a BBQ and
when I blushed he asked me if I'd been with black men or just Asians.  I
shook my head I was in a daze but with Tim, his wife and the children
outside he got close and said I needed to try real dark meat.  It sounds
stupid but he kissed me and I let him.  We stood for some time his hands
running over me then said that he'd be over the next week to sort me out! I
was actually excited by this so when he called and told me to get a sitter
and come over to his house I did.  He was of course much older than me
being nearly fifty but he was a strong powerful man and I was putty I his
hands.  It was a whole different world.  He was hung and so good at giving
me pleasure I was his within minutes.  We lay after our first time me
exhausted him looking at me then he asked me if I my children had the same
fathers.  I then told him probably not and he laughed.  "Means your next
one won't either!" he said and I knew he was right.

   So we became lovers, well I was his sex partner and let him have me when
he wanted.  Eventually he made it clear he wanted me to have his baby and
despite him being so much darker I agreed.  Tim was sent on a month long
visit to the far East and his boss came over every day to have me.  The
final week the children were on half-term so all spent time at my mother's
while Darren went on a trip of his own - to my house.  We made love every
day and I woke with him every morning.  It was the best sex of my life and
I loved it.

   Of course I was bound to be pregnant so made love to Tim twice after his
return and sure enough I found out a few weeks later I was expecting again.
That then kicked in the hormones and I am again insatiable.  Tim gets some,
Darren gets some and even a boy from the local takeaway gets some.

   I'm really worried about the colour this time but that only adds to my
excitement.