Alisha Dominated Part 2

 I pulled into the garage and hurried into the house, wanting to hide as much evidence as I could. Unfortunately, Mandira was right behind me and stormed into the bedroom only seconds after I did, catching me with the videos and my dildo in my hands. "Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed, grabbing the DVD's from me. She stared at the artwork on the movie cases and then looked back at me. "Tranny Cocksuckers and Shemale Whores?" she asked, reading the titles. "This is what you're into? I guess this explains why you were out at the Dhaba dressed like a slut!"

"It, it's not what it looks like," I protested lamely.

"It's not?" she laughed. "Well, that's good, because what it looks like is that my husband is out prancing around dressed like a whore. I'm glad that's not really what I saw. And, I guess that's not really a big, stiff dildo in your hands, right?" I could feel my cheeks flushing as embarrassment overwhelmed me. I tried to respond, but there was nothing I could say to change the facts. "Well?" Mandira growled, "are you going to explain to me what I'm really seeing? No? Then I guess maybe it is what it looks like: my husband is a closet crossdressing whore!"

"No!" I gasped. "I'm not! I'm really not! I, I've never, ever actually touched another man like that!"

"But you sure were trying, weren't you?" she spat. "That is why you were at that Dhaba, isn't it? You were out trying to pick up a guy!"

"No," I whimpered. "I, I was just seeing what it was like to be out in public like this."

"Yeah, and you nevver even dreamed of sucking some guy's cock, right? You expect me to believe that crap?"

"It's true," I sobbed. "I, I've never touched another man's cock. I swear!"

"But you aren't denying that you were thinking about it, are you?"

I slowly shook my head. "I guess not," I conceded. "I'll be honest: I, I did fantasize about it, but that's all it was, a fantasy!"

"Well," she sighed, "I guess this explains why you're so worthless in bed. You don't want my pussy, you want a nice hard cock!"

"No!" I gasped. "That's not true!"

"The fuck it's not!" she laughed. Suddenly, she pulled out her cell phone and started snapping pictures of me.

"What, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting evidence," she grinned.

"Evidence? Evidence for what?"

"For whatever I need it for," she grinned even more. "For the divorce action, for any arguments we might have…for whatever."

"Divorce?" I gulped. "Mandira, please, you can't mean that!"

"I come home a little early because my mother is feeling better and find out my husband wants to be a tranny whore? Why wouldn't I be serious about a divorce?"

"Please," I sobbed, "don't do that. I'll do anything."

She stared at me for a full 10 seconds without saying anything, then her lips twisted into a vicious smile. "You will, huh? Anything?" 

I nodded. "Anything. I'll prove to you that I can be a good husband. I'll prove to you that I'm not a tranny whore."

Her smile got even bigger. "No, I don't think you will," she laughed. "As a matter of fact, I think you'll prove exactly the opposite."

"What? What does that mean?"

"It means you've always been pathetic in bed. Your tiny little dick is bad enough, but even worse is the fact that you can only get it up once a week if I'm lucky. Hell, even that would be acceptable if you could keep it hard long enough to get me off, but you can't do that, either. To be perfectly honest, I suspect you'd make a much better whore than you do a husband."

"Mandira," I protested, "please…"

"Shut the fuck up!" she screamed. "I don't want to hear your excuses!" I went silent immediately while she glared at me. "OK, darling," she finally grinned, "let's see if you meant what you said about being willing to do anything to avoid a divorce."

"I, I did," I gulped. "Just tell me what you want me to do."

Her eyes sparkled. "The first thing I want you to do is to get into the shower. Scrub off all that makeup." I nodded. "Then, shave," she grinned.

"Shave?"

"Shave," she nodded. "Shave your arms, your legs, your chest, your armpits…in short get rid of any hair that a woman wouldn't have."

"What? Why?"

"Because if you're going to dress like a slut, you should do it right."

"But, but…" I stammered.

"But nothing!" she cut me off. "You're either going to do what I say or you're getting out of my house! I will file for divorce, and I will post all of these pictures on Facebook and tell the entire world why I'm divorcing you. Everyone will know how I discovered that my husband was a crossdressing whore! Now, what's it going to be? Are you going to do what I say or not?"

I gulped and nodded. "I'll do it," I whispered.

"Good. Now get your ass into that shower and don't come out until you've gotten rid of all that ugly masculine hair." She turned on her heels and stormed out of the bedroom.  

With nothing else to say or do, I stripped and got into the shower. It took over a half hour, but when I got out of the shower, my face, arms, legs and body were shaven clean except for a tiny patch of pubic hair that I left in place. Mandira was waiting for me in the bedroom. After running her eyes over my hairless body she grinned. "Sit down," she ordered, pointing at the stool in front of her makeup table. "Let me show you the right way to apply makeup." She proceeded to do just that, explaining step by step what she was doing. When she was done, she ordered me to wear my Alisha Bra & panties back on (minus the body-stocking, which was obviously no longer needed).  She then proceeded to drape me in a sexy saree of hers with a backless choli to match. She then put on some jewellery on me When I was completely dressed, she smiled and nodded. "Wonderful," she said. "If you had looked like that when I saw you earlier, I might not have even recognized you. Go take a look."

I walked over to the full-length mirror and stared at my reflection. I was absolutely stunned at what I saw. While I had thought I was passable before, what Mandira had done with the makeup was amazing—I not only looked convincingly female, I actually looked hot! "Wow!" I gasped. "I can't believe that's me!"

"You make a very pretty woman," Mandira complimented. "I think you could go anywhere without worrying about anyone suspecting you aren't."

I turned and looked at her. "I don't understand. Why are you doing this? I mean, I can understand how angry you were before, but I don't understand why you're trying to make me look pretty. Shouldn't you be making me burn my female things instead of making me look better in them?"

She shrugged. "Sometimes the best strategy for a child is to give them exactly what they want and let them see that having something isn't always as nice as wanting it. I figure that if I forbid you from dressing up all I'm doing is making you want it more. So, instead, I decided to let you see what it's really like being the slut you were daydreaming about."

"I see," I said. Silently, I laughed to myself. If I had known this would be Mandira's idea of punishment, I'd have confessed long ago. I looked back at the mirror. "I never even dreamed that I could look this good," I told her.

"Speaking of which," she smiled, "tell me about your dreams and fantasies. Did you have a woman's name?"

"Alisha," I said softly.

"That's a cute name," she smiled. "I like it. Now, what about action? Did you see yourself getting fucked as a woman?"

"No," I said hastily. "I never, ever imagined that!"

"I see," she smiled. "So what did you imagine? Sucking cock, maybe?" I didn't answer, but I didn't have to. "Judging from the way you're blushing, I'd say that's a yes," Mandira giggled. "Is that what you did with that dildo?" Blushing even more I nodded slightly. "Well," she smiled, "I hope you do that better than you fuck. Then again, you almost have to. You couldn't be any worse."  

I stood and stewed in the humiliation of the insults she was lightly tossing. "You, you never complained before," I said.

"Not to you," she smirked. "I figured it wouldn't help. It's not like you could grow a real dick." I wanted to defend myself, but I didn't think it was the best time to start an argument, considering what had already happened in the last few hours, so I bit my tongue. The last thing I wanted was for her to stop my "punishment". Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Mandira smiled wickedly. "Phase two," she announced brightly.

"Phase two?" I echoed.

"You'll see," she promised. "Wait here." I didn't tell her that I fully intended to stay away from whoever was at the door while I was dressed the way I was. I went back to admiring my new look in the mirror until I heard Mandira call, "Alisha." I turned around and saw with shock that she wasn't alone. Standing beside her was a tall, very muscular dark man. "Alisha, this is Rohan," she smiled. "Rohan, meet Alisha."

"Hi," I gulped.

"Hi, yourself, sexy," he grinned. He looked at Mandira. "You said she was hot, but you didn't say she was smokin'."

"You like Alisha, then?" she asked.

"I like Alisha a lot," he grinned. "And I think I'm going to like Alisha a lot more pretty soon."

"I hope so," Mandira giggled. "Let's get you ready, OK?" He nodded and I watched as Mandira moved into his arms. They kissed passionately, his hands roaming down her back to her ass, which he playfully fondled. Without breaking the kiss, Mandira unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a chest that was even more muscular than I had thought. Rohan kicked off his shoes as Mandira unfastened his pants. When they dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them. He was now wearing only white jockey shorts and Mandira melted into his flesh, kissing him even more passionately. Meanwhile, I stood there, staring helplessly as my wife made out with this stranger. After a few minutes, Mandira's hand slid down his body to the front of his shorts. She moaned softly and said, "Oh, my, I'd say you're more than ready."

"You know me," he grinned. "I'm always ready."

Mandira kissed him once more and turned to face me. She held Rohan's hand and said, "Come here, Alisha." I moved closer and she smiled. "I have a present for you darling." Reaching out, she grabbed my hand and pulled. When I stepped closer, she moved my hand to the front of Rohan's shorts. I jerked it away, but she was still holding my wrist and immediately moved it back. "Feel that," she ordered. "Feel what a real cock is like." I could definitely feel that—it felt like Rohan was hiding a baseball bat in his shorts. Holding my hand in place, Mandira said, "In case your brain is as tiny as your dick, Alisha, Rohan and I are very good friends."

"Very good?" I gulped. "How good?"

"Well," she grinned. "Let's just say Rohan has fucked me more times in the last month than you have since we've been married."

I gulped. "He's fucking you?"

"Uh-huh," she smiled, "and now he's going to fuck you, too."

"NO!" I gasped again trying to pull away.

Rohan reached out and grabbed my arm, squeezing hard enough to cause pain. "What's wrong, Alisha," he asked. "Mandira said you were really into cock. You've got a really cute little ass. I think I'm going to love fucking it."

His grip was like a vice and I knew I couldn't get my arm free from it. "Mandira, please," I begged.

She smiled and shrugged. "OK, honey, I'll cut you a break. Rohan, Alisha and I have been talking since I called you and I've discovered that getting fucked isn't her thing. Would you mind too much if we sort of changed the agenda?"

"Hey, I'm flexible," he grinned.

"Good, because Alisha is much more into sucking cock."

I felt my entire body turn cold. "Mandira, please," I begged.

"You don't have to say please, Alisha, I've already told you that you can suck his cock."

"No," I begged. "Don't do this to me."

"Would you rather he fucked you?" she asked. "It's your choice." Silently I shook my head, and Mandira's sweet demeanor vanished. "Listen to me, slut," she growled. "You want to dress like a whore? You want to play slut? Well, now it's time to pay the piper. You're either going to blow Rohan or he's going to fuck your pretty little ass. You can choose which one you want, but one way or another Rohan is going to get his rocks off inside you. You have ten seconds to make up your mind. If I don't hear you tell Rohan that you want to suck his cock, we're going to assume that you're just too shy to tell him you want your ass fucked. If that happens, we're going to tie you down to that bed over there and Rohan is going to pound that big, beautiful cock in your ass until he cums. Understand?" I nodded in shock. "Good," she grinned. "Your ten seconds starts now."

My eyes darted back and forth between Mandira and Rohan. It only took me two seconds to decide that neither running nor fighting was an option. Rohan had muscles on his muscles, so any fight with him would be a foregone conclusion. And, even if I could find a way to outrun him in my spike heels, where would I go? As my mind reeled, Mandira held up five fingers. A second later, she dropped one. A second later there were only three fingers up. "All right, all right," I croaked. "I get it." I turned to Rohan and forced the words out of my mouth. "I, I want to suck your cock," I heard my voice say.

He grinned broadly. "Help yourself, sexy," he replied.  

I glanced at Mandira who nodded and grinned. "Go ahead, Alisha. Just pretend he's that cute dildo you've been practicing on."

I slowly lowered myself to my knees, still hoping that Mandira was bluffing. Maybe she was just testing me to see if I'd follow her orders. Maybe she'd step in and stop me from having to do this. With those prayers dancing in my head, I knelt in front of Rohan my face a foot away from his bulging white shorts. My hands were both free now, and I slowly moved my right hand to the bulge. I ran a finger down it and felt my body shiver. It felt so big and so hard! "You need to pull his shorts down," Mandira directed. "Just wait until you see his dick!"  

My fingers moved up to his waistband and tugged out and down, pulling the white cotton down to his thighs. They slid down his legs while my eyes locked on a dick that was easily twice as big as mine. "Oh, God," I murmured, "it's huge!"

"It is," Mandira agreed, "and it's all yours. Enjoy yourself, Alisha."

My fingers seemed drawn to the stiff rod that was pointing straight at me. As they wrapped around it, my heart started pounding. A part of my brain marveled at the sight of my white fingers and bright red fingernails curled around the ebony shaft. If it wasn't the sexiest sight I'd ever seen, it wasn't far off. I ran a fingernail down the shaft to his balls and then back up to the tip, both trying to measure it and feeling its obvious strength and power. "Oh, God," I whimpered again.

Mandira knelt beside me. "Do you need help?" she asked. "Would you like me to coach you?" I nodded, suddenly realizing I hadn't been breathing. "OK," she said softly. "You're doing good. Go ahead and stroke it a little. I'm sure you know how to do that—the only difference is your strokes will be nine inches now instead of the two inches you're used to." She giggled at her little joke as my fingers moved up and down the hard rod. "Good," she urged. "Now, kiss it." My eyes moved to hers, silently pleading. "Kiss it," she said a little more firmly. I leaned forward until my lips made contact with the middle of his shaft, then lightly kissed it. I pulled back, staring at the lipstick mark on his cock. "Again," Mandira ordered. I leaned in and gave it another peck. "Now, kiss it like you mean it," she said firmly. Kiss it for at least five seconds." I did as she ordered, feeling the soft flesh of his cock stretched tight by his erection. "Now," Mandira said softly, "kiss the head. Kiss it really nicely." Again, I followed her instructions, kissing the soft purplish-black head for a few seconds. "Run your tongue around it," Mandira ordered. The tip of my tongue traced the ridge below his cockhead. "Now, run your tongue down the shaft to his balls." As my tongue moved down his cock, she added, "an kiss his balls. Feel how big and heavy they are. That's how a man's balls feel." I kissed and fondled his sac, involuntarily recognizing the difference between his and what was in my panties. "Lick your way back up," Kathy commanded. As my tongue moved back up the long rod, she issued her next command, "Kiss the head some more, then lick it again." I wasn't even thinking now, just following her orders, which were coming more rapidly. "Kiss it, lick down to his balls, kiss them, now lick back up, kiss and lick, oh, good girl! Now kiss and lick at the same time; that's it, like a French kiss. Good, now open your mouth a little wider and kiss the tip. Good! Kiss it harder; oh, yeah, now open wider, go ahead…." She paused and I suddenly realized why: Rohan's cock was now in my mouth! His hands grabbed the back of my head, preventing me from pulling away. My eyes shot to Mandira, who was staring and rubbing her own crotch. "Suck it," she said hoarsely. "You have him in your mouth, now suck it, slut." Rohan was pressing in and up with his hips, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth. Unable to resist, I surrendered and started gently sucking.

"Jesus," Rohan groaned, "she's doing it."

"Of course she is," Mandira replied. "Alisha's a slut. It's what she does. It's what she's wanted to do for a long time."

I tried to disassociate myself from what was happening, but I couldn't. Rohan's huge dick was rhythmically sliding in and out of my mouth, moving across my lips and tongue. "He's fucking my mouth," I realized. "He's really doing it. I'm really doing it! I'm sucking his cock! I'm blowing him! My mind flashed back to the feeling I'd had the night before when I hurried away from the two truckdrivers. "I could have blown them, but I didn't," I thought. "But now I'm doing it! I'm sucking a cock!" I heard a moaning sound that I couldn't place for a few seconds. It didn't sound like Mandira and it was too close to be Rohan…with a start I realized it was coming from my throat. Rohan's dick was now sliding in and out even faster, moving deeper into my mouth until it bumped against the back of my throat. I was about to beg him to slow down and be gentle when it dawned on me that his hands were no longer on my head. He had let go and was letting me set the tempo…I was the one bobbing up and down on his dick faster and harder. Mandira was no longer directing my movements. Instead I could see her watching in awe and stroking her pussy, which was now exposed, her pants and panties having been tossed aside. My hands were stroking the thick rod while I sucked and licked the head and as much of the rod as I could fit into my mouth. It felt so hard and yet so soft, so big, so delicious…..I drifted happily in a fog of lust, feeling the stiffness growing in my own panties, until suddenly Rohan grabbed my head again. As he held my face still, I looked up and saw him, head back, eyes closed, lips clenched. Just as my lust-addled brain put the pieces together, Rohan groaned and thrust into my mouth. His cock exploded, sending a torrent of cum onto my tongue and don my throat. I gagged at the first blast, then regained control enough to keep the rest of his semen from running down my throat. Again and again the huge cock spurted, filling my mouth with hot, thick fluid.  

When he finally stopped cumming and sat back, his dick popped out of my mouth, leaving me sitting there on the floor with a mouth full of sperm. "Swallow it," Mandira gave one last command. "Swallow it like the nasty whore you are." I sobbed softly but did as she ordered, downing the thick, salty fluid. "Good girl," she smiled. "You make such a good whore! Congratulations, darling, now you're officially a cocksucker!" While I tried to catch my breath and slow my racing heart, she asked Rohan, "How was it?"

"Excellent," he grinned. "She started a little slowly, but once she got into it, she was great!"

"So you're saying you'd do her again?"

"Hell, yeah," he laughed. "In fact, give me five minutes and I'll be happy to do her again."

"You've got yourself a deal," Mandira giggled.

I laughed along with them, certain that he was joking. My laughter lasted only a few minutes though, until I saw Rohan reach down and rub his soft cock. To my amazement, it responded almost immediately and within a minute it was starting to stiffen. "Oh my God," I gasped.

Rohan laughed and asked, "Would you like to take over, Alisha?"

"Of course she would," Mandira answered for me. "Go ahead, Alisha, show him what a slut you really are." Knowing how futile it would have been to argue, I meekly moved back into position kneeling between Rohan's legs. He let go of his dick and my fingers replaced his. His dick wasn't yet hard, but it was also far from soft. I played with it, feeling it stiffen as I did. "That's it," Mandira encouraged. "You're really doing great, Alisha. Just remember, though the second orgasm always takes longer than the first. This time it won't be a quickie, so take your time and enjoy yourself."

Using the lessons I had learned a few minutes before, I started kissing and licking Rohan's dick, coaxing it back to a completely hard condition. "This is amazing," I whispered, staring at it. I opened my mouth wide and slipped him between my lips. Unlike the panic I had felt a few minutes earlier, I was now relaxed and felt a little more in control. I had been sucking for about five minutes when, for some reason, I recalled Mandira's last comment: "Take your time and enjoy yourself." As the recollection bounced around my brain, it was joined by a response: "I am taking my time and I am enjoying myself!" I reacted to the thought by immediately denying it, but as I worked on Ron's cock, I knew that my denial was coming from my brain, not my body. My body was enjoying it—from the stiffness in my panties to the aching, longing, glowing feeling in my mouth, I was enjoying it! I settled in, kissing, licking, sucking and stroking Rohan's magnificent dick. While my first blowjob had been hurried and frantic, tinged with fear and doubt, this one became relaxed and adventuresome. I was actually exploring, seeing how much of his cock I could swallow before I gagged, then licking him like a popsicle, watching my saliva glisten along the ark black rod. I kissed and sucked at his balls, still amazed at how huge and heavy they seemed. During the first blowjob, my only goals were to get it over with and survive it. During the second one, there was no such pressure. During the first blowjob, I had been torn: a part of me wanted Rohan to cum, to end my torture, while a part of me dreaded the fact that a man was about to cum in my mouth. Now, I was torn again, but for a completely different reason: part of me wanted him to cum, wanted to feel his hard cock throbbing and spurting, wanted to taste his thick, salty, sweet sperm, but another part of me didn't want what I was experiencing to end. "I like having him in my mouth," I admitted. "I like kissing and sucking his gorgeous cock. I don't want it to end."

I felt Mandira move to my side. She whispered, "Having fun, darling?"

I nodded and whimpered back, "I am. Oh, God, this is so amazing! I love it!"

She kissed me lightly on the cheek and said, "I can tell. You look so happy!"

She moved away and let me continue working on Rohan's dick while her words and mine echoed in my head. When Rohan finally did cum, I slurped up every drop, this time savoring it before I swallowed. When his spent dick slipped from my hand, I stared at it and smiled to myself. "I did that," I whispered. "I took that wonderful cock, made it hard and sucked it dry. God, that's so hot!"

"It must have been," Mandira snickered. "Look at your panties!" When I had sat back after releasing Rohan's dick, my saree had ridden up, exposing my panties. When I looked down to see what Mandira meant, I was mortified—the front of the panties was soaked with a spreading wet spot. "Looks like Rohan wasn't the only one to get his rocks off from that blowjob!" Mandira pointed out. "Our Alisha baby had an orgasm, too!" I pulled down my saree to cover the spot, but the damage was already done. "Don't be ashamed," Mandira grinned. "It's natural for a girl to cum when she's having fun like that."

I blushed. "I, I don't know what to say. I really didn't expect to react the way I have."

"I didn't expect it, either," Mandira said huskily. "You're so-o-o much better at this than I thought you'd be. I absolutely love watching you suck cock."

"Thanks, I guess," I blushed.

"No, thank you," she purred. "And do you want to know the best part?"

"Sure," I said against my better judgment.

"The best part is thinking about all the fun we're going to have in the future now that we both know what a great whore you are!"

"The future?" I gasped. "God, no! Mandira, you can't mean that!"

"Oh, but I do," she grinned.

"I'm not going to do this again! Look, you wanted to punish me and you did. But, fair's fair. I think tonight has been enough to earn your forgiveness!"

"Well, it probably is," she nodded. "But, from now on, you have another problem. You really don't want your little hobby exposed to everyone, do you?"

"Go ahead and show your pictures to anyone you want," I sqid defiantly. "I'll just tell them you took them when I got dressed up for a Fancy dress party!"

"Pictures?" she laughed. "God, you're right—those pictures aren't very damning." She paused, smiled again and added, "The videos though, well, that's a different story."

"Videos? What videos?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she giggled. "Did I forget to mention that I sort of recorded both of the blowjobs you just gave Rohan?"

"You what?"

She pulled out her cell phone, ran her fingers across the screen and turned it toward me. I watched as the screen filled with a picture of me slurping on Rohan's thick cock. After a few seconds, the picture zoomed in, focusing on my face, leaving no doubt as to my identity, then zoomed back out for a better shot of the action. "I love the part where you tell me how much you love what you're doing," Kathy said. "I bet your friends will like that part, too." I grabbed for the phone, but she pulled it away. "Now, now," she grinned, wagging a finger at me. "Don't be grabby. I'll let you watch as much as you want. Besides, I've already emailed both videos to Rohan. I'm sure he'll be happy to burn some DVD's from them if you want."

I stared at her. "Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Well, to be honest, it did start out as revenge. I wanted to punish you, just lie you said. But, somewhere along the line, I discovered that I like having you as 

Alisha. I meant what I said before: I love watching you suck cock. After all those years of putting up with you as a dickless husband, it's really nice having you as my obedient little whore. I want to keep it that way. So, here's the new deal, darling. You keep becoming Alisha whenever I tell you to and you keep doing the things Alisha does so well, like sucking cock when I tell you to. If you do that, these videos will stay our little secret. The way I see it, that's a win-win situation. You get to do all the things you've been fantasizing about and I get to enjoy watching you do them. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"No, it doesn't."

"Oh, too bad," she said sarcastically. "But you are going to do it, aren't you?"

"I, I don't know."

"Well, why don't you sleep on it?" she suggested. "You can give me a decision in the morning." She looked at the time on her phone. "Speaking of which, it's getting late. Why don't the three of us get some sleep?"  

"The three of us?"

"Sure. Our bed's big enough for all of us. I don't think Rohan will mind if you join us." She abruptly took Rohan's hand and led him to the bedroom, leaving me to follow. When we got there, she tossed me a pink negligee. "This should fit you honey," she smiled. "I think you need to stay in character tonight."