The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the deserted highway as Wati gripped the steering wheel of her stalled car. Her hijab framed her face, a mix of frustration and desperation etched into her features. The engine had sputtered and died an hour ago, leaving her stranded in the middle of nowhere. She had been on her way to visit her aunt in the next town, a rare break from her solitary life after losing her family in a tragic accident. Now, she felt utterly alone, the silence broken only by the occasional hum of passing vehicles.
Just as she was about to give up hope, the distant rumble of a tow truck engine reached her ears. Relief washed over her as the truck pulled up behind her car. The driver, an old Chinese man with a weathered face and kind eyes, hopped out and greeted her in halting Malay. “Car no good, ah? I bring to workshop. Not far.” Wati nodded gratefully, her voice soft and distant as she thanked him.
The workshop was a small, dusty building on the outskirts of a sleepy village. The sign above the door read “Ah Leong’s Auto Repair” in faded paint. Inside, two Bangladeshi workers, their hands smeared with grease, looked up from their tasks. They exchanged glances, their eyes lingering on Wati’s curvy figure before returning to their work. The old man, Ah Leong, gestured for her to wait as he inspected her car.
After a thorough examination, Ah Leong sighed. “Engine problem. Need fix. Cost money.” Wati’s heart sank. She had little cash on her, and the lack of phone signal meant she couldn’t transfer funds via her banking app. Panic set in as she realized she had no way to pay.
The workers, sensing her distress, murmured to each other in Bengali, their voices low and curious. Ah Leong, noticing her discomfort, raised an eyebrow. “No money? No problem. Maybe… other way to pay?” His tone was suggestive, and Wati’s cheeks flushed. She knew what he was implying, but the thought of offering her body felt like a betrayal of her obedience and the memory of her late family. Yet, with no other options, she nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. I… I can pay that way.”
Ah Leong’s eyes lit up, and he gestured toward a small, curtained room at the back of the workshop. “Come. We talk.” Wati followed, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of oil and sweat. Ah Leong closed the door behind them, his gaze intense.
“You sure, ah? You very pretty girl. Not need do this.” His words were kind, but Wati knew he wasn’t going to back out. She took a deep breath, her hijab slipping slightly as she nodded. “I’m sure.”
Ah Leong moved closer, his hands rough but gentle as he began to unbutton her blouse. Wati stood still, her body tense but obedient. Her thoughts drifted to the last time she had been intimate with someone—her ex-boyfriend, a year ago, before their breakup. She remembered his average-sized penis, the way he had been gentle but unremarkable. Ah Leong, however, was different. As he undid his pants, Wati caught a glimpse of his erection, thicker and longer than she had expected. Her eyes widened, a mix of apprehension and curiosity flickering within them.
He pushed her back onto a makeshift bed, his movements deliberate. “You like, ah? Big one?” His voice was gruff, but there was a hint of pride in it. Wati didn’t respond, her breath quickening as he positioned himself between her legs. His hands roamed her body, his touch firm but not unkind. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin, before guiding his penis to her entrance.
Wati gasped as he entered her, the sensation overwhelming. He was larger than she had anticipated, stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. Ah Leong began to move, his rhythm steady and deep. “You tight, ah? Long time no have, is it?” Wati nodded, her voice a whisper. “Yes… last year.”
He grunted in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I cum inside, okay? You no worry.” Wati’s eyes widened at his words, but she didn’t protest. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations as he filled her, his movements growing faster and more desperate. His breath came in ragged gasps, and then, with a deep groan, he released himself inside her, his body trembling against hers.
As Ah Leong pulled away, Wati lay still, her body flushed and her mind reeling. She felt a strange mix of shame and arousal, her thoughts a jumble. Before she could process what had just happened, the curtain was pulled aside, and the two Bangladeshi workers entered, their eyes hungry.
“Our turn now, boss?” one of them asked, his voice eager.
The workers exchanged a glance, an argument breaking out in Bengali. “No, I go first!”“No, me first!”
Wati’s eyes widened in alarm as they began to undress, their erections prominent. Ah Leong stepped forward, his voice firm. “Enough! Both at same time. Now!”
Ah Leong nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yes, your turn. But… both at same time. One pussy, one ass. She can take it.”
The workers hesitated, then moved toward Wati, their hands rough as they positioned themselves. One knelt behind her, his fingers probing her tight anus, while the other stood at her entrance, his penis pressing against her already sensitive lips. Wati whimpered, her body tense as they entered her simultaneously.
The sensation was overwhelming—the stretch of her anus, the fullness of her vagina. She cried out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. The workers began to move, their rhythms uneven at first but soon synchronizing. Wati’s body was a battlefield of sensations, her moans filling the small room.
“Harder… faster…” she whispered, her obedience giving way to raw desire. The workers complied, their thrusts becoming more urgent. Wati’s breath came in short gasps as they filled her, their groans echoing hers. One by one, they released themselves inside her, their bodies trembling with exertion.
But they weren’t done. Ah Leong stepped forward, his penis still partially erect. “My turn again. You like double, ah?” Wati’s eyes widened in shock as the workers positioned themselves at her entrance once more. “No… please…” she whispered, but her protests were ignored.
They entered her again, this time both in her vagina, their sizes contrasting but equally overwhelming. Wati cried out, her body stretched to its limits. The pain was sharp, but it mingled with a deep, throbbing pleasure that left her breathless. Ah Leong joined in, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he filled her anus once more.
Wati couldn’t believe it. The only time she had sex before was only with her now-ex-boyfriend. But at this moment,
The room was a chaos of moans, gasps, and the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Wati’s body was a vessel for their pleasure, her mind a blur of sensations. She felt full, used, and yet, strangely alive. As Ah Leong reached his climax, releasing himself inside her once more, Wati’s body trembled, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves.
The room fell silent, the only sound their heavy breathing. Wati lay still, her body spent and her mind reeling. The workers pulled away, their faces satisfied, but Wati’s thoughts were elsewhere. She felt a strange detachment, her obedience giving way to a numbness she couldn’t quite name.
As the curtain was drawn back, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, Wati’s eyes drifted to the door, her thoughts unresolved. What had she become? And what would happen next? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the workshop returned to its quiet, dusty routine.
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