15-01-2019, 02:10 PM
Anthology of a Slut Shanti Ch. 01
Shanti was one of the few women in his life whom Kamesh did not deliberately set out to seduce.Their affair was surprisingly spontaneous and, later, it seemed remarkable that it had not happened sooner.She was a born slut who fucked men at her convenience and need, a contemporary.
It was in the midst of a particularly brutal divorce wrangle, piquantly on a charge of adultery, that they became lovers.He was at her house late that night, working over the papers for the next day's trial. She lived alone in a sprawling old top-floor flat in a quiet, tree-shaded lane in a suburban neighbourhood once affluent and prestigious, now slowly going to seed.
She had one husband who was more a man-servant, impotent Sridhar.
It was a two-bedroom apartment with a large terrace and and the doors of the bedroom were wide open.
A fan whirred overhead. Kamesh sat in a comfortable wicker armchair, papers on his lap, files scattered over the floor, his half-moon glasses on his nose, utterly absorbed. Shanti sat cross-legged on the bed, checking cases from a huge pile of books at the foot of the bed.
She glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome, with that hard, yet gentle face, those sharp, piercing, yet infinitely tender, dark brown eyes, the square jaw, the hard nose, the lean looks, the immensely powerful body. She took in the breadth of his shoulders, the astoundingly savage V of his torso, the strength in his arms and legs. Her body tingled as she stripped him mentally. His shirt was open low now and she noticed that his chest was broad and hard and deeply cleaved and quite hairless.
His hips were high, the waist narrow, and she noticed, looking down the V of his shirt, that his belly was hairless too, and hard as a washboard. There was not a roll of fat in it as he bent over the papers on his lap. She could even see his small, dark, prominent nipples, stretched wide apart on either side of his massive chest. Feeling intensely horny, she returned to her books.
A few weeks earlier, she had jettisoned her last lover, a sturdy eighteen-year old with unusually impressive sexual skills, when he proposed marriage. She wanted no such ties in her life, not yet anyway. In her typically gentle fashion, she fucked the youth relentlessly till he was drained and then quietly ended the relationship.
He left with a smile, no regrets and a standing over to return to her bed whenever he liked.
Since then, she had fucked her father in law Arjun and his brother Ramesh, to sate her powerful sexual appetite.
They were good, but she craved variety; someone younger, stronger, better.
Desperate, she had taken two of the sons of Ramesh, Barman and Chandru, as lovers. They fucked her superbly, but their visits were far too irregular to be satisfactory. Kamesh finished with the papers. He stacked them neatly and, tying them into their folder, tossed it aside with a sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily.
"Okay, that's it. Enough." he muttered.
She shut her book in relief. She hadn't his capacity or endurance. She smiled at him.
"Thank god," she said.
"What for?"
"I thought you'd never finish."
"I haven't," he chuckled. "Just wait till tomorrow!"
He rose to go and she had to quell her disappointment. She got up off the bed.
"Okay, *ciao* love, see you tomorrow," he murmured.
"Kamesh. Wait."
She put her hand on his arm and he turned. Her face was turned up to his, and their eyes locked. He felt a sudden jolt hit him as he looked at her. She was quite lovely. Her hair was dark and silky with a superb sweep and a wave, parted slightly to one side, framing her firm-chinned, oval face. Her nose was a tad beaky, but on her it was perfect. Her lips were full, yet delicate, and she had a bright, alluring smile. Her eyes were dark, lined delicately with *kajal*. She had a good line to her jaw. Her skin was tawny, like wheat, and she had a few delectable beauty spots on one side, and an inter interesting little scar near her left eye.
Her fingers and toes were shapely.
Her body was short and slight, yet slender and well-filled. Her breasts were high and firm, the belly tender and flat, though not hard, the hips nicely widened, the legs and arms smooth. She was wearing a simple *churidar* and *kurta* outfit of some semi-synthetic material that clung to her curves like film.
Their eyes locked. They were standing very close. Her lips parted slightly. He could see the white of her perfect teeth. She felt her body flush with excitement.
His head bent to hers. Her lips parted, and he felt her breath warm and sweet on his face. Their lips met, brushed, fleeting, then met again, in a long, delicate kiss. He drew her lip between his and sucked and gently she slid her tongue out between his lips, probing his mouth. Her arms wound about his thick shoulders, fingers entwining in his hair. Her body smelled musky with the sweat of the day, his was tacky and manly.
His hands slid up from her waist to her breasts. He felt them swell and grow hot and turgid in his hands. He squeezed gently, rolling the fleshy mounds in his hands, and her nipples, stubby and hard, popped out hard through the thin cloth. He realised that she didn't have a bra on. He flipped open the buttons of her *kurta*. They went down low, almost to her waist and he pulled it wide. Her breasts were perfect: large and firm, with a nice thrust and slope and a good cleavage. He slid his hands under her blouse and she arched her head, eyes fluttering shut, gasping softly as his expert hands caressed her nipples.
"Shanti ..."
"What," she murmured.
"Tell me ..."
"What?"
"Is this ..."
She understood the unasked question, and debated whether to answer, not knowing what his reaction might be. Finally, she shook her head, looking him straight in the eye.
"No," she said softly, "it's not my first time ..."
He arched an eyebrow in genuine surprise, and she smiled.
"Good," he murmured, smiling. "That's a relief."
Kamesh's lips met hers. She flicked open the buttons of his shirt, caressing his wonderful, hard, smooth, deeply muscled chest and belly, wondering what his prick would be like. He tugged at the draw cord of her *churidar* and it puddled about her feet with a sigh. She had nothing on beneath. He cupped her cunt, her fuzz neatly trimmed and found her already damp with excitement. His hands returned to her breasts, already swollen, the nipples hard in his fingers.
He kissed her face and tongued her ear gently. She murmured in pleasure. He lifted her *kurta* and drew it off her head. She kissed him again, her tongue hungry in his mouth. He caressed her soft mound, wetting his fingers in her juices and caressing her breasts. She shivered in pleasure. They moved to the bed and his lips trickled down her throat to her chest.
Shanti whimpered as he lapped at her rigid nipple. Her fingers twined in his hair. Her nipple was erect and it quivered in his lips. He fondled her other breasts, gently teasing the first, making her groan softly.
He squeezed her breasts together. His tongue flickered across one nipple, then the other, then the first again. Slowly, he drew the luscious mound into his mouth and sucked on it, teething the nipple, rasping it against his teeth and palate, flicking one with his tongue, the other with his fingers. He moved to the other and she groaned loudly, her body hot, her pulse racing, her face arched back, a vision of lust.
He slid lower and instantly, her legs spread open for him. He dragged his tongue down her belly, through her navel, nuzzling her pubis, her thighs, sliding down her legs to her feet, sucking onher toes, licking her soles, sliding up again. Shanti gasped and thrust her moist cunt up, the cunt-lips unfurled, her clitoris gorged and stiff. He pushed his face between her thighs.
Shanti hissed as his hot breath seared into her cunt, and then whimpered and gasped as his tongue followed, flickering like fire in her cunt, flicking her clitoris this way and that, his lips pressing in to suck her clitoris. He nibbled it gently and her hips jerked up savagely, her hands on his head, pinning him to her musky loins, her cunt juices streaming now . Her head jerked from side to side, and she panted and gasped with lust.
"Ohhhhh Kamesh yes ... OHHhh uhhhh OHHH yes yes yes ohhh god yes ohhhhh uhhh OHHH!" she moaned.
He stopped suddenly, just short of her orgasm. He turned her over onto her front and bent over her, kissing the nape of her neck, nuzzling her sweet smelling, silky hair, teasing the gold chain around her neck, trickling his tongue down her spine and the curve of her hips and buttocks, teething them, prising them apart to rim her dank, puckered anus with his tongue. Shanti gasped and he thrust his hands under her chest, crushing her swollen breasts in his hands. Her hard nipples quivered in his fingers.
Kamesh paused to admire the delectable curve of her naked body as she lay on her front before him, her slender legs spread wide, her face on its side on the pillow, eyes closed, hands hugging the pillow. Her silken hair was awry now. He bent his face and she shivered in delight as his tongue slid over her naked heels and soles and toes again, his lips parting to gently suck on them.
Slowly, he rose up higher, his tongue slithering up one naked leg, his fingers tracing the line of the other, teasing the backs of her knees. He rose higher still, over the backs of her slim thighs and they shook at his touch. He kissed her buttocks, and her hips quivered under him, as his fingers fondled her inner thighs tenderly. Gently, he parted her buttocks.
"Kamesh ... please ... go on..." she muttered, deeply aroused.
Smiling to himself, he prised them open further and she gasped, her head rising, mouth parting in a wide 'O' of delight as his tongue flickered gently against her anus, probing the dank, puckered flesh. He slid his fingers and hands under her thighs. Her hips jerked up, her thighs spreading. Panting with excitement, she plunged a hand between her legs and spread her cunt-lips wide for him with her fingers.
Shanti was one of the few women in his life whom Kamesh did not deliberately set out to seduce.Their affair was surprisingly spontaneous and, later, it seemed remarkable that it had not happened sooner.She was a born slut who fucked men at her convenience and need, a contemporary.
It was in the midst of a particularly brutal divorce wrangle, piquantly on a charge of adultery, that they became lovers.He was at her house late that night, working over the papers for the next day's trial. She lived alone in a sprawling old top-floor flat in a quiet, tree-shaded lane in a suburban neighbourhood once affluent and prestigious, now slowly going to seed.
She had one husband who was more a man-servant, impotent Sridhar.
It was a two-bedroom apartment with a large terrace and and the doors of the bedroom were wide open.
A fan whirred overhead. Kamesh sat in a comfortable wicker armchair, papers on his lap, files scattered over the floor, his half-moon glasses on his nose, utterly absorbed. Shanti sat cross-legged on the bed, checking cases from a huge pile of books at the foot of the bed.
She glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome, with that hard, yet gentle face, those sharp, piercing, yet infinitely tender, dark brown eyes, the square jaw, the hard nose, the lean looks, the immensely powerful body. She took in the breadth of his shoulders, the astoundingly savage V of his torso, the strength in his arms and legs. Her body tingled as she stripped him mentally. His shirt was open low now and she noticed that his chest was broad and hard and deeply cleaved and quite hairless.
His hips were high, the waist narrow, and she noticed, looking down the V of his shirt, that his belly was hairless too, and hard as a washboard. There was not a roll of fat in it as he bent over the papers on his lap. She could even see his small, dark, prominent nipples, stretched wide apart on either side of his massive chest. Feeling intensely horny, she returned to her books.
A few weeks earlier, she had jettisoned her last lover, a sturdy eighteen-year old with unusually impressive sexual skills, when he proposed marriage. She wanted no such ties in her life, not yet anyway. In her typically gentle fashion, she fucked the youth relentlessly till he was drained and then quietly ended the relationship.
He left with a smile, no regrets and a standing over to return to her bed whenever he liked.
Since then, she had fucked her father in law Arjun and his brother Ramesh, to sate her powerful sexual appetite.
They were good, but she craved variety; someone younger, stronger, better.
Desperate, she had taken two of the sons of Ramesh, Barman and Chandru, as lovers. They fucked her superbly, but their visits were far too irregular to be satisfactory. Kamesh finished with the papers. He stacked them neatly and, tying them into their folder, tossed it aside with a sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily.
"Okay, that's it. Enough." he muttered.
She shut her book in relief. She hadn't his capacity or endurance. She smiled at him.
"Thank god," she said.
"What for?"
"I thought you'd never finish."
"I haven't," he chuckled. "Just wait till tomorrow!"
He rose to go and she had to quell her disappointment. She got up off the bed.
"Okay, *ciao* love, see you tomorrow," he murmured.
"Kamesh. Wait."
She put her hand on his arm and he turned. Her face was turned up to his, and their eyes locked. He felt a sudden jolt hit him as he looked at her. She was quite lovely. Her hair was dark and silky with a superb sweep and a wave, parted slightly to one side, framing her firm-chinned, oval face. Her nose was a tad beaky, but on her it was perfect. Her lips were full, yet delicate, and she had a bright, alluring smile. Her eyes were dark, lined delicately with *kajal*. She had a good line to her jaw. Her skin was tawny, like wheat, and she had a few delectable beauty spots on one side, and an inter interesting little scar near her left eye.
Her fingers and toes were shapely.
Her body was short and slight, yet slender and well-filled. Her breasts were high and firm, the belly tender and flat, though not hard, the hips nicely widened, the legs and arms smooth. She was wearing a simple *churidar* and *kurta* outfit of some semi-synthetic material that clung to her curves like film.
Their eyes locked. They were standing very close. Her lips parted slightly. He could see the white of her perfect teeth. She felt her body flush with excitement.
His head bent to hers. Her lips parted, and he felt her breath warm and sweet on his face. Their lips met, brushed, fleeting, then met again, in a long, delicate kiss. He drew her lip between his and sucked and gently she slid her tongue out between his lips, probing his mouth. Her arms wound about his thick shoulders, fingers entwining in his hair. Her body smelled musky with the sweat of the day, his was tacky and manly.
His hands slid up from her waist to her breasts. He felt them swell and grow hot and turgid in his hands. He squeezed gently, rolling the fleshy mounds in his hands, and her nipples, stubby and hard, popped out hard through the thin cloth. He realised that she didn't have a bra on. He flipped open the buttons of her *kurta*. They went down low, almost to her waist and he pulled it wide. Her breasts were perfect: large and firm, with a nice thrust and slope and a good cleavage. He slid his hands under her blouse and she arched her head, eyes fluttering shut, gasping softly as his expert hands caressed her nipples.
"Shanti ..."
"What," she murmured.
"Tell me ..."
"What?"
"Is this ..."
She understood the unasked question, and debated whether to answer, not knowing what his reaction might be. Finally, she shook her head, looking him straight in the eye.
"No," she said softly, "it's not my first time ..."
He arched an eyebrow in genuine surprise, and she smiled.
"Good," he murmured, smiling. "That's a relief."
Kamesh's lips met hers. She flicked open the buttons of his shirt, caressing his wonderful, hard, smooth, deeply muscled chest and belly, wondering what his prick would be like. He tugged at the draw cord of her *churidar* and it puddled about her feet with a sigh. She had nothing on beneath. He cupped her cunt, her fuzz neatly trimmed and found her already damp with excitement. His hands returned to her breasts, already swollen, the nipples hard in his fingers.
He kissed her face and tongued her ear gently. She murmured in pleasure. He lifted her *kurta* and drew it off her head. She kissed him again, her tongue hungry in his mouth. He caressed her soft mound, wetting his fingers in her juices and caressing her breasts. She shivered in pleasure. They moved to the bed and his lips trickled down her throat to her chest.
Shanti whimpered as he lapped at her rigid nipple. Her fingers twined in his hair. Her nipple was erect and it quivered in his lips. He fondled her other breasts, gently teasing the first, making her groan softly.
He squeezed her breasts together. His tongue flickered across one nipple, then the other, then the first again. Slowly, he drew the luscious mound into his mouth and sucked on it, teething the nipple, rasping it against his teeth and palate, flicking one with his tongue, the other with his fingers. He moved to the other and she groaned loudly, her body hot, her pulse racing, her face arched back, a vision of lust.
He slid lower and instantly, her legs spread open for him. He dragged his tongue down her belly, through her navel, nuzzling her pubis, her thighs, sliding down her legs to her feet, sucking onher toes, licking her soles, sliding up again. Shanti gasped and thrust her moist cunt up, the cunt-lips unfurled, her clitoris gorged and stiff. He pushed his face between her thighs.
Shanti hissed as his hot breath seared into her cunt, and then whimpered and gasped as his tongue followed, flickering like fire in her cunt, flicking her clitoris this way and that, his lips pressing in to suck her clitoris. He nibbled it gently and her hips jerked up savagely, her hands on his head, pinning him to her musky loins, her cunt juices streaming now . Her head jerked from side to side, and she panted and gasped with lust.
"Ohhhhh Kamesh yes ... OHHhh uhhhh OHHH yes yes yes ohhh god yes ohhhhh uhhh OHHH!" she moaned.
He stopped suddenly, just short of her orgasm. He turned her over onto her front and bent over her, kissing the nape of her neck, nuzzling her sweet smelling, silky hair, teasing the gold chain around her neck, trickling his tongue down her spine and the curve of her hips and buttocks, teething them, prising them apart to rim her dank, puckered anus with his tongue. Shanti gasped and he thrust his hands under her chest, crushing her swollen breasts in his hands. Her hard nipples quivered in his fingers.
Kamesh paused to admire the delectable curve of her naked body as she lay on her front before him, her slender legs spread wide, her face on its side on the pillow, eyes closed, hands hugging the pillow. Her silken hair was awry now. He bent his face and she shivered in delight as his tongue slid over her naked heels and soles and toes again, his lips parting to gently suck on them.
Slowly, he rose up higher, his tongue slithering up one naked leg, his fingers tracing the line of the other, teasing the backs of her knees. He rose higher still, over the backs of her slim thighs and they shook at his touch. He kissed her buttocks, and her hips quivered under him, as his fingers fondled her inner thighs tenderly. Gently, he parted her buttocks.
"Kamesh ... please ... go on..." she muttered, deeply aroused.
Smiling to himself, he prised them open further and she gasped, her head rising, mouth parting in a wide 'O' of delight as his tongue flickered gently against her anus, probing the dank, puckered flesh. He slid his fingers and hands under her thighs. Her hips jerked up, her thighs spreading. Panting with excitement, she plunged a hand between her legs and spread her cunt-lips wide for him with her fingers.
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