09-01-2019, 02:52 PM
Sridhar thumbed the large wad of one thousand rupee banknotes with a thin smile. A cool twenty-five thousand and that was not bad at all for a little entertainment by the wife. He folded the notes carefully and stashed them in the secret drawer in his cupboard and locked it. He dropped the key into his trouser pocket and turned around. "One hundred and twenty-five thousand," he acknowledged with a nod. "Okay, it's cool. You can fuck her now."
There were three people in the bedroom. Shanti, his wife, sat on the large, well-sprung double bed between two men. Both were strangers. They were her clients and they had paid well for the fuck her services. Sridhar looked at her. She certainly knew how to give a man good time, and he made good money from it. It was perfect. She loved whoring and he loved the money. He was pleased. Thanks to her, the poverty of their early life was now a distant and ugly memory. He caught her eye and she smiled gently. He winked at the two men and grinned broadly.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves, gentlemen," he said, winking at his guests. "She's one hell of a cunt."
"She'd better be, at this price," growled one.
The two knew both of them well- they were regular at the Bank where Sridhar and Shanti worked and had been lusting for Shanti for a while now -her smooth moist face and sexy neck and lovely eyes and bouncing breasts on her sexy saree had been tempting them for a few months now and recently after Sridhar discovered his wife's lust for cocks and her adultery came to be known to him - instead of getting into a fitful of revenge he decided to take advantage of the slut of a wife he was besotted with - Shanti the Slut.
"Yeah," said the other. "Goddamned pricey slut Tamil bitch."
"Gentlemen, I assure you that she is worth every penny. I guarantee you full satisfaction. If you are displeased with her in any way, your money will be refunded, though, I must add, that has never yet happened. You may be with her for as long as you wish and do with her as you will. The only prohibition is physical violence. No sadism, of any kind. The goods are not to be damaged in any way."
Shanti as we all know is a slut who is good-looking young woman in her mid-twenties. She had an oval face with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes were a deep brown, set deep her mouth was slender, opening often in a wide smile over perfect teeth. Her nose was slim and straight. She was fair-skinned, her complexion creamy and unblemished. Her neck was long, and around it she wore her habitual black and gold beaded *mangalsutra* and a yellow thread with a turmeric stick attached to it, the proud symbol of her marital status.
Her body was luscious, with full buttocks and a narrow waist, a flat belly and firm, succulent breasts with long nipples in small aureoles. Her limbs were long and slender and shapely. She wore long earrings, toe-rings, finger rings, anklets and bangles. Her dark hair was springy, but thick and long and hung in a long braid to her waist. She was simply dressed in a long *kurta* and a *salvar* that did nothing to conceal the fact that she was naked underneath. The clothes were translucent and filmy and clung to her body, showing the swell of her breasts and the cleft of her buttocks.
She looked at the two men seated on either side of her. They were identical twins, and she could not tell them apart. *Double the pleasure*! She thought suddenly, grinning impishly to herself. The men were good-looking , tall and fair with handsome, craggy, fine-nosed faces, their eyes deep and dark, hair thick. Their bodies were solid blocks of muscle: broad shouldered, they had deep chests and hard bellies and long, strong arms and legs. Their mouths were slim and their jaws square and manly. They had introduced themselves as Nasirand Sameer. She did not know which was which. It didn't matter.
She looked from one to the other and, smiling gently, tilted her head back against the bed-stand. Her lips parted and her tongue arched lasciviously across her upper lip. Her hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. She flicked off her *kurta* buttons and pulled it open, exposing her breasts. She crossed her arms cupping and squeezing the mounds, flicking her long nipples and shivering.
"I want you," she murmured softly, looking from one to the other, her eyes glittering. "I'm your whore tonight ... I want to be fucked hard ..."
She crossed her arms and pulled the *kurta* off her head. Lifting her hips slightly, she tugged at the cord of her *salvar* and rucked it off. Shanti cupped her crotch and arched a finger into her slit.
"My cunt is already hot for you both," she said.
She slid her arm across the shoulders of the twin to her left and turned her face to his, pulling his head to hers. She kissed him in naked hunger, arching her tongue into his mouth. Languidly, sensuously, she sucked on his tongue as he responded. On her right, the other client nuzzled the nape of her neck and slid his hand down over her breasts. He felt it grow heavier and warmer in his hands. She turned and kissed him.
"Which one are you?" She murmured, sucking his lower lip.
"Sameer."
"And you must be Aslam, then," she said to his twin.
"Obviously," he chuckled softly.
She smiled and drew his head down to her breast and turned to his brother. Sameer bent his head and squeezed her breast to his lips. She sighed softly as his tongue flicked slowly over her quivering nipple. Shanti kissed Nasiron the other side and began to undo his shirt, caressing his chest.
"It's good to have you both together," she said as she pulled his shirt off.
His body was wonderful, lean and hard and sculpted, smooth and hairless. She bent her head to Aslam's chest and her pointed tongue flickering over his nipple. He murmured softly. Sameer thrust his hand between her legs and she spread them wide open for him. His finger raked down her cunt and came away moist. He grinned to himself, and curled the finger into her cunt. Shanti groaned softly and lifted her head from Aslam's chest and leaned back against the bed-stand again.
Now Nasirbegan to finger-fuck her while Sameer fondled and sucked on her turgid breasts. She gasped, her hips lurching, her back bowing. Then Sameer slid his hand down, too, and there were two fingers going alternately in and out of her cunt. Her hips heaved and she moaned. Nasirkissed her hungrily, his tongue roving deep in her mouth. The two men paused for a moment and pulled off their shirts and trousers. She noticed with pleasure that their cocks were both about seven inches long and over an inch thick. She guessed they would swell to a nine-inch length and corresponding thickness. Both were circumcised and that pleased her. In her experience, they lasted longer. They came to her again and she took their limp cocks in her hands and began to masturbate them deftly.
"Hey, you mean your cocks are identical, too?" she laughed.
"You bet, whore, absolutely ditto!" laughed one, she didn't know which.
Shanti felt the pricks grow hot and hard, stiffening in her hands. The men kissed her, one finger-fucking her cunt, the other sucking on her breasts. Sameer - she supposed it was him - bent his head between her thighs. She spread her legs and splayed her cunt-lips wide open with clawed fingers. He fingered her cunt and then his tongue was there, too. Shanti gasped loudly as his sharp tongue flickered into her cunt. Nasirrose onto his knees on the bed beside her and she turned her head to his loins, her hand on his cock and, parting her lips, took it into her mouth. Nasirgrunted as her tongue and teeth and lips found his circumcised cock-head. Shanti's hips lurched and jerked under Sameer's tongue-fucking. Nasircaressed and rolled her breasts in his hands, his head bent to watch himself fuck her mouth, sliding his glistening cock in and out of her distended face. Her cheeks hollowed and distended as she sucked on his dick. Its musky odour aroused her. She cupped his balls and rubbed them, her other hand on Sameer's head, moving it round and round in her loins, her juices streaming. She moaned deep in her throat.
The men changed positions. Nasirlay on his back and Shanti straddled his face, spreading her cunt-lips wide. His tongue flickered up into her cunt and her head arched back, her shoulders hunched her shoulder bones stood out. She moaned loudly, bucking and jerking on his face, the jewelry slithering on her chest. Sameer stood before her, and she took his penis deep in her mouth, sucking hungrily on it, making him gasp and grunt. Shanti loved having her mouth fucked. His hips swung and pumped at her face, his hands rocking her head back and forth. She crushed her breasts in mounting excitement, her loins grinding and writhing on Aslam's face. His tongue darted in and out of her wet slit, flicking her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped, her cunt streaming with excitement. They fucked her in turns, at first. She lay on her back, her knees forked wide and raised and one of them bent over her, between her thighs. She felt his cock-head at her cunt-lips as she held his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking into his mouth.
"Who are you?" she murmured.
"Guess."
"Sameer."
"Nope. Aslam."
"Yes. Aslam. C'mon now ... fuck me ... give me your cock ... fuck me hard!"
His buttocks flexed and his cock surged into her cunt. Shanti gasped sharply, her back snapping in a taut bow under him, her head jerking back, her mouth wide.
"OhmaUNHHhhh AHHHHHHHHH!" she called. "Ohhhh uhhhh OHHHHHH!"
"Unhhh yeh ... OHHHHh ... yes!" her lover-client responded.
Smoothly, Nasirslid his penis deep into her. His handsome head craned back and he moaned and her cunt was in a spasm and convulsed on his throbbing penis. Her legs spread wider and rose higher, coiling above his hips.
There were three people in the bedroom. Shanti, his wife, sat on the large, well-sprung double bed between two men. Both were strangers. They were her clients and they had paid well for the fuck her services. Sridhar looked at her. She certainly knew how to give a man good time, and he made good money from it. It was perfect. She loved whoring and he loved the money. He was pleased. Thanks to her, the poverty of their early life was now a distant and ugly memory. He caught her eye and she smiled gently. He winked at the two men and grinned broadly.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves, gentlemen," he said, winking at his guests. "She's one hell of a cunt."
"She'd better be, at this price," growled one.
The two knew both of them well- they were regular at the Bank where Sridhar and Shanti worked and had been lusting for Shanti for a while now -her smooth moist face and sexy neck and lovely eyes and bouncing breasts on her sexy saree had been tempting them for a few months now and recently after Sridhar discovered his wife's lust for cocks and her adultery came to be known to him - instead of getting into a fitful of revenge he decided to take advantage of the slut of a wife he was besotted with - Shanti the Slut.
"Yeah," said the other. "Goddamned pricey slut Tamil bitch."
"Gentlemen, I assure you that she is worth every penny. I guarantee you full satisfaction. If you are displeased with her in any way, your money will be refunded, though, I must add, that has never yet happened. You may be with her for as long as you wish and do with her as you will. The only prohibition is physical violence. No sadism, of any kind. The goods are not to be damaged in any way."
Shanti as we all know is a slut who is good-looking young woman in her mid-twenties. She had an oval face with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes were a deep brown, set deep her mouth was slender, opening often in a wide smile over perfect teeth. Her nose was slim and straight. She was fair-skinned, her complexion creamy and unblemished. Her neck was long, and around it she wore her habitual black and gold beaded *mangalsutra* and a yellow thread with a turmeric stick attached to it, the proud symbol of her marital status.
Her body was luscious, with full buttocks and a narrow waist, a flat belly and firm, succulent breasts with long nipples in small aureoles. Her limbs were long and slender and shapely. She wore long earrings, toe-rings, finger rings, anklets and bangles. Her dark hair was springy, but thick and long and hung in a long braid to her waist. She was simply dressed in a long *kurta* and a *salvar* that did nothing to conceal the fact that she was naked underneath. The clothes were translucent and filmy and clung to her body, showing the swell of her breasts and the cleft of her buttocks.
She looked at the two men seated on either side of her. They were identical twins, and she could not tell them apart. *Double the pleasure*! She thought suddenly, grinning impishly to herself. The men were good-looking , tall and fair with handsome, craggy, fine-nosed faces, their eyes deep and dark, hair thick. Their bodies were solid blocks of muscle: broad shouldered, they had deep chests and hard bellies and long, strong arms and legs. Their mouths were slim and their jaws square and manly. They had introduced themselves as Nasirand Sameer. She did not know which was which. It didn't matter.
She looked from one to the other and, smiling gently, tilted her head back against the bed-stand. Her lips parted and her tongue arched lasciviously across her upper lip. Her hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. She flicked off her *kurta* buttons and pulled it open, exposing her breasts. She crossed her arms cupping and squeezing the mounds, flicking her long nipples and shivering.
"I want you," she murmured softly, looking from one to the other, her eyes glittering. "I'm your whore tonight ... I want to be fucked hard ..."
She crossed her arms and pulled the *kurta* off her head. Lifting her hips slightly, she tugged at the cord of her *salvar* and rucked it off. Shanti cupped her crotch and arched a finger into her slit.
"My cunt is already hot for you both," she said.
She slid her arm across the shoulders of the twin to her left and turned her face to his, pulling his head to hers. She kissed him in naked hunger, arching her tongue into his mouth. Languidly, sensuously, she sucked on his tongue as he responded. On her right, the other client nuzzled the nape of her neck and slid his hand down over her breasts. He felt it grow heavier and warmer in his hands. She turned and kissed him.
"Which one are you?" She murmured, sucking his lower lip.
"Sameer."
"And you must be Aslam, then," she said to his twin.
"Obviously," he chuckled softly.
She smiled and drew his head down to her breast and turned to his brother. Sameer bent his head and squeezed her breast to his lips. She sighed softly as his tongue flicked slowly over her quivering nipple. Shanti kissed Nasiron the other side and began to undo his shirt, caressing his chest.
"It's good to have you both together," she said as she pulled his shirt off.
His body was wonderful, lean and hard and sculpted, smooth and hairless. She bent her head to Aslam's chest and her pointed tongue flickering over his nipple. He murmured softly. Sameer thrust his hand between her legs and she spread them wide open for him. His finger raked down her cunt and came away moist. He grinned to himself, and curled the finger into her cunt. Shanti groaned softly and lifted her head from Aslam's chest and leaned back against the bed-stand again.
Now Nasirbegan to finger-fuck her while Sameer fondled and sucked on her turgid breasts. She gasped, her hips lurching, her back bowing. Then Sameer slid his hand down, too, and there were two fingers going alternately in and out of her cunt. Her hips heaved and she moaned. Nasirkissed her hungrily, his tongue roving deep in her mouth. The two men paused for a moment and pulled off their shirts and trousers. She noticed with pleasure that their cocks were both about seven inches long and over an inch thick. She guessed they would swell to a nine-inch length and corresponding thickness. Both were circumcised and that pleased her. In her experience, they lasted longer. They came to her again and she took their limp cocks in her hands and began to masturbate them deftly.
"Hey, you mean your cocks are identical, too?" she laughed.
"You bet, whore, absolutely ditto!" laughed one, she didn't know which.
Shanti felt the pricks grow hot and hard, stiffening in her hands. The men kissed her, one finger-fucking her cunt, the other sucking on her breasts. Sameer - she supposed it was him - bent his head between her thighs. She spread her legs and splayed her cunt-lips wide open with clawed fingers. He fingered her cunt and then his tongue was there, too. Shanti gasped loudly as his sharp tongue flickered into her cunt. Nasirrose onto his knees on the bed beside her and she turned her head to his loins, her hand on his cock and, parting her lips, took it into her mouth. Nasirgrunted as her tongue and teeth and lips found his circumcised cock-head. Shanti's hips lurched and jerked under Sameer's tongue-fucking. Nasircaressed and rolled her breasts in his hands, his head bent to watch himself fuck her mouth, sliding his glistening cock in and out of her distended face. Her cheeks hollowed and distended as she sucked on his dick. Its musky odour aroused her. She cupped his balls and rubbed them, her other hand on Sameer's head, moving it round and round in her loins, her juices streaming. She moaned deep in her throat.
The men changed positions. Nasirlay on his back and Shanti straddled his face, spreading her cunt-lips wide. His tongue flickered up into her cunt and her head arched back, her shoulders hunched her shoulder bones stood out. She moaned loudly, bucking and jerking on his face, the jewelry slithering on her chest. Sameer stood before her, and she took his penis deep in her mouth, sucking hungrily on it, making him gasp and grunt. Shanti loved having her mouth fucked. His hips swung and pumped at her face, his hands rocking her head back and forth. She crushed her breasts in mounting excitement, her loins grinding and writhing on Aslam's face. His tongue darted in and out of her wet slit, flicking her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped, her cunt streaming with excitement. They fucked her in turns, at first. She lay on her back, her knees forked wide and raised and one of them bent over her, between her thighs. She felt his cock-head at her cunt-lips as she held his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking into his mouth.
"Who are you?" she murmured.
"Guess."
"Sameer."
"Nope. Aslam."
"Yes. Aslam. C'mon now ... fuck me ... give me your cock ... fuck me hard!"
His buttocks flexed and his cock surged into her cunt. Shanti gasped sharply, her back snapping in a taut bow under him, her head jerking back, her mouth wide.
"OhmaUNHHhhh AHHHHHHHHH!" she called. "Ohhhh uhhhh OHHHHHH!"
"Unhhh yeh ... OHHHHh ... yes!" her lover-client responded.
Smoothly, Nasirslid his penis deep into her. His handsome head craned back and he moaned and her cunt was in a spasm and convulsed on his throbbing penis. Her legs spread wider and rose higher, coiling above his hips.
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