08-01-2019, 04:18 PM
Jaya Nessa's Slut Adventures Ch. 23
Jayanessa was induced further into the slut and scum life and soon became a private whore of Kamesh. He made her his escort and one day took her to Chennai to meet one of his 'to be' business associates who was into making dirty movies and had offered huge money to Kamesh -- which our man blew up and wanting more to start the work soon -- he had booked a few class mates and juniors at the school for this job -- and they also were a part of the blow up of the initial cash.
Today was a crucial day -- Chandra -- the financier was a lecherous looking for good holes to fuck and Kamesh had no one better than Jayanessa in mind and they went by train from Kakinada and reached Chennai and were in the Park Royal 3 star Hotel room near to the Beach waiting for the big cock lecher to arrive. He would tear into her -- that was confirmed. Kamesh and Jayanessa dined early and at leisure, taking their time over the fine meal.
Jayanessa ate sparingly, ordering a clear soup and a small baked dish which she didn't finish. Kamesh had arranged for Chandra, the investor, to call after dinner and she didn't want to be lethargic with a belly full of food. He was a sexy, exciting man and she expected to have plenty of good, hard sex with him.
"Didn't you enjoy the meal?" Kamesh asked, pointing his fork to her half-eaten serving.
"It was very good. I just don't want to over-eat, that's all."
"Chandra?"
"Yes."
"Here, I'll finish it."
Jayanessa smiled gently as she watched him add her meal to his. He had worked his way steadily through a grilled steak and a mountain of vegetables and fries.
"Where on earth do you put all that food?" she murmured.
He grinned. "I enjoy a good meal."
She laughed prettily, her eyes dancing. Kamesh cleared his plate and took a sip of his wine. Jayanessa sipped her club-soda and smiled at him over the rim of her glass.
"Here's to us," she said softly.
He arched an eyebrow. "To us? Very well, if you say so."
"Any reason not to?"
He tilted his head and looked at her with a bemused expression. "You know, I can't decide whether this is a game you're playing or if you're just crazy."
She smiled again. "It's not a game. I can't be unhappy for any length of time. It's not me."
"I see and this despite what you've gone through?" he said.
"And what is it I've gone through? On my outing, I find my lover doesn't want to fuck me. He prefers to watch me fuck other men. All right. So be it. Fortunately, I enjoy fucking. It isn't all that bad." Jayanessa sounded upset.
"No?" he replied.
"No. Besides, I enjoy being fucked so much I wouldn't have been a faithful slut anyway. This is much better, in a sense." She mewed.
"That's pretty cold-blooded." He exclaimed.
"The situation demands it, don't you think?"
"I agree. Dessert? Coffee?"
"Coffee, please."
Kamesh summoned a waiter and ordered coffee, a cognac for himself, cheese and biscuits for both.
"You actually look happy," he smiled.
"I am. I like this hotel. I like the sex I've had today. I'll have more tonight and tomorrow. And the only price is that in public places I have to look happy. That's not a problem, we have a deal?"
Over coffee, the conversation moved to other topics. Jayanessa found him intelligent and well-informed; he thought her ideas were fresh and provocative. They finished the coffee and left the restaurant, his arm around her waist, very much the outing couple, very much in love, the cynosure of all eyes. They walked slowly around the glittering pool and returned to their suite. He opened the door and followed her through. Inside, she turned and stopped him. Facing him, she slid her arms around his shoulders and lifted her face to his. Kamesh tensed. Jayanessa smiled gently.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to bang you. Or ask you to bang me."
He relaxed visibly.
She laughed. "All I'm saying, Kamesh, is that one day, I will make you want me. I will make you want my body and my soul and my being and then we'll fuck. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck till we can't fuck any more. One day."
He looked at her quietly and she noticed that he didn't deny what she said. She smiled.
"So my darling tills then, my lover, just this, my sweet lips." And she kissed him gently on the lips.
Kamesh didn't respond. After a second, she let him go with a small laugh.
"All right, take your time," she murmured. "Meanwhile, I'm going to get myself laid by a stud. Come and watch."
She pranced off to the bedroom and he followed. She shook her head, turning, and shooed him out of the room. "And outside in the hall and rig up your cameras there. Not in here. We'll fuck outside. Oh, yes. Do you have a cod-piece? Something in black leather?"
Kamesh grinned. "What exactly are you looking for?"
"Well, a sort of jock-strap thing in black leather, but with a sheath for his cock in front."
"I have just the thing."
"Good. Get it. We'll be using it. Now get out, I want to change."
Kamesh grinned and turned back to the living area. Humming to himself he set up his cameras and lights, working steadily and methodically for over twenty minutes. He had just finished when there was a knock on the door. He answered it and let Chandra in. The investor was casually dressed in a singlet and shorts with comfortable beach sandals. He greeted Kamesh warmly.
"Hello, Kamesh, nice to see you again." Chandra was gleaming.
"Good to see you, too, Chandra." Kamesh responded.
"This one is special, eh? Not like last time." Chandra's eyes were twinkling.
"No. Not like last time." Kamesh had to be cautious.
On his previous visit, Kamesh had brought Chitra down to Goa while her lover was abroad on work. They had stayed for three days and he had some incredible footage of her in action.
"Your slut, right?" Chandra enquired.
"Yes. My slut. This is our outing." Kamesh was categorical.
Chandra guffawed. "Nothing changes, does it?"
Kamesh laughed. "No. Actually, the more it changes, the more it remains the same."
"Guess so. Okay, so where is she?"
"Changing. It's going to be in here."
"Nice. I see you've got your gear this time, too."
"I never leave home without it."
"I know. Anything in particular you want me to do to her?"
Kamesh shook his head. "No. Just enjoy yourself. Do what you like."
"She likes butt-fucks?"
"Loves them, apparently."
"Good. She's got a very fuckable ass."
"Fuck it, then, by all means."
"I intend to, boss, don't worry. Just keep your cameras rolling."
"Don't you worry about that. Oh, any yes. She wants you to wear this."
Chandra chuckled as he took the leather underpiece that Kamesh handed him. "Horny chick."
"Very horny. Very, very horny. And don't put it on just yet."
The men turned and gasped.
Jayanessa looked stunning.
Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her bridal jewelry, her long hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece, twin patterned gold strands with dainty tassels curved down along her hairline and disappeared behind her ears. A third strand swept up from the centre of her forehead and through the parting in her hair, meeting the others under her long braid. The three strands then twined with her thick plait.
A *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with *kajal
Gold earrings hung from her earlobes. Around her neck, she wore several gold necklaces of different lengths, ranging from a short loop that hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick strand that touched her belly below her navel. Her arms were bare, and she wore twin gold bands on either arm, the ends snaking upward in a little curve. Several gold bracelets and bands adorned her wrists. Her fingers were studded with gold and diamond finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of finger-rings linked together with gold strands that lay along the back of her wrists. Her toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets hung around her ankles.
Jayanessa was induced further into the slut and scum life and soon became a private whore of Kamesh. He made her his escort and one day took her to Chennai to meet one of his 'to be' business associates who was into making dirty movies and had offered huge money to Kamesh -- which our man blew up and wanting more to start the work soon -- he had booked a few class mates and juniors at the school for this job -- and they also were a part of the blow up of the initial cash.
Today was a crucial day -- Chandra -- the financier was a lecherous looking for good holes to fuck and Kamesh had no one better than Jayanessa in mind and they went by train from Kakinada and reached Chennai and were in the Park Royal 3 star Hotel room near to the Beach waiting for the big cock lecher to arrive. He would tear into her -- that was confirmed. Kamesh and Jayanessa dined early and at leisure, taking their time over the fine meal.
Jayanessa ate sparingly, ordering a clear soup and a small baked dish which she didn't finish. Kamesh had arranged for Chandra, the investor, to call after dinner and she didn't want to be lethargic with a belly full of food. He was a sexy, exciting man and she expected to have plenty of good, hard sex with him.
"Didn't you enjoy the meal?" Kamesh asked, pointing his fork to her half-eaten serving.
"It was very good. I just don't want to over-eat, that's all."
"Chandra?"
"Yes."
"Here, I'll finish it."
Jayanessa smiled gently as she watched him add her meal to his. He had worked his way steadily through a grilled steak and a mountain of vegetables and fries.
"Where on earth do you put all that food?" she murmured.
He grinned. "I enjoy a good meal."
She laughed prettily, her eyes dancing. Kamesh cleared his plate and took a sip of his wine. Jayanessa sipped her club-soda and smiled at him over the rim of her glass.
"Here's to us," she said softly.
He arched an eyebrow. "To us? Very well, if you say so."
"Any reason not to?"
He tilted his head and looked at her with a bemused expression. "You know, I can't decide whether this is a game you're playing or if you're just crazy."
She smiled again. "It's not a game. I can't be unhappy for any length of time. It's not me."
"I see and this despite what you've gone through?" he said.
"And what is it I've gone through? On my outing, I find my lover doesn't want to fuck me. He prefers to watch me fuck other men. All right. So be it. Fortunately, I enjoy fucking. It isn't all that bad." Jayanessa sounded upset.
"No?" he replied.
"No. Besides, I enjoy being fucked so much I wouldn't have been a faithful slut anyway. This is much better, in a sense." She mewed.
"That's pretty cold-blooded." He exclaimed.
"The situation demands it, don't you think?"
"I agree. Dessert? Coffee?"
"Coffee, please."
Kamesh summoned a waiter and ordered coffee, a cognac for himself, cheese and biscuits for both.
"You actually look happy," he smiled.
"I am. I like this hotel. I like the sex I've had today. I'll have more tonight and tomorrow. And the only price is that in public places I have to look happy. That's not a problem, we have a deal?"
Over coffee, the conversation moved to other topics. Jayanessa found him intelligent and well-informed; he thought her ideas were fresh and provocative. They finished the coffee and left the restaurant, his arm around her waist, very much the outing couple, very much in love, the cynosure of all eyes. They walked slowly around the glittering pool and returned to their suite. He opened the door and followed her through. Inside, she turned and stopped him. Facing him, she slid her arms around his shoulders and lifted her face to his. Kamesh tensed. Jayanessa smiled gently.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to bang you. Or ask you to bang me."
He relaxed visibly.
She laughed. "All I'm saying, Kamesh, is that one day, I will make you want me. I will make you want my body and my soul and my being and then we'll fuck. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck till we can't fuck any more. One day."
He looked at her quietly and she noticed that he didn't deny what she said. She smiled.
"So my darling tills then, my lover, just this, my sweet lips." And she kissed him gently on the lips.
Kamesh didn't respond. After a second, she let him go with a small laugh.
"All right, take your time," she murmured. "Meanwhile, I'm going to get myself laid by a stud. Come and watch."
She pranced off to the bedroom and he followed. She shook her head, turning, and shooed him out of the room. "And outside in the hall and rig up your cameras there. Not in here. We'll fuck outside. Oh, yes. Do you have a cod-piece? Something in black leather?"
Kamesh grinned. "What exactly are you looking for?"
"Well, a sort of jock-strap thing in black leather, but with a sheath for his cock in front."
"I have just the thing."
"Good. Get it. We'll be using it. Now get out, I want to change."
Kamesh grinned and turned back to the living area. Humming to himself he set up his cameras and lights, working steadily and methodically for over twenty minutes. He had just finished when there was a knock on the door. He answered it and let Chandra in. The investor was casually dressed in a singlet and shorts with comfortable beach sandals. He greeted Kamesh warmly.
"Hello, Kamesh, nice to see you again." Chandra was gleaming.
"Good to see you, too, Chandra." Kamesh responded.
"This one is special, eh? Not like last time." Chandra's eyes were twinkling.
"No. Not like last time." Kamesh had to be cautious.
On his previous visit, Kamesh had brought Chitra down to Goa while her lover was abroad on work. They had stayed for three days and he had some incredible footage of her in action.
"Your slut, right?" Chandra enquired.
"Yes. My slut. This is our outing." Kamesh was categorical.
Chandra guffawed. "Nothing changes, does it?"
Kamesh laughed. "No. Actually, the more it changes, the more it remains the same."
"Guess so. Okay, so where is she?"
"Changing. It's going to be in here."
"Nice. I see you've got your gear this time, too."
"I never leave home without it."
"I know. Anything in particular you want me to do to her?"
Kamesh shook his head. "No. Just enjoy yourself. Do what you like."
"She likes butt-fucks?"
"Loves them, apparently."
"Good. She's got a very fuckable ass."
"Fuck it, then, by all means."
"I intend to, boss, don't worry. Just keep your cameras rolling."
"Don't you worry about that. Oh, any yes. She wants you to wear this."
Chandra chuckled as he took the leather underpiece that Kamesh handed him. "Horny chick."
"Very horny. Very, very horny. And don't put it on just yet."
The men turned and gasped.
Jayanessa looked stunning.
Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her bridal jewelry, her long hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece, twin patterned gold strands with dainty tassels curved down along her hairline and disappeared behind her ears. A third strand swept up from the centre of her forehead and through the parting in her hair, meeting the others under her long braid. The three strands then twined with her thick plait.
A *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with *kajal
Gold earrings hung from her earlobes. Around her neck, she wore several gold necklaces of different lengths, ranging from a short loop that hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick strand that touched her belly below her navel. Her arms were bare, and she wore twin gold bands on either arm, the ends snaking upward in a little curve. Several gold bracelets and bands adorned her wrists. Her fingers were studded with gold and diamond finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of finger-rings linked together with gold strands that lay along the back of her wrists. Her toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets hung around her ankles.
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