Adultery Shanti's World as a Paid Whore by shanti2010-Completed

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Story :- Shanti's World as a Paid Whore

Written by shanti2010

Theme :-  Group Sex .

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shanti looked down at the clutter on her nuptial bed. Over a dozen dildo, vibrators and sheaths of different shapes, colours and sizes were scattered across its expanse. She looked at her handsome bridegroom waiting expectantly at the foot of the bed.

"So, let me get this straight. You want to watch me masturbate."

Her voice was flat and even.

"Yes."

"So that you can video-tape me."

"Yes."

"On our wedding night. On our honeymoon."

"Yes."

Shanti smiled sarcastically. "Tell me, what shall I use? A dildo? A vibrator? Or just my fingers?"

"Whatever you like."

"Anything else you have in mind that I should know about? Tell me now before I get my hopes up."

"Don't get your hopes up."

"Not much chance of that now, is there?"

Shanti tossed aside the sheaths. That left her with four dildo of different sizes, the smallest not less than eight inches long, and three large vibrators. She looked up at Sridhar, arching her eyebrow questioningly. He nodded.

"Yes. Fine. Begin on my call. Take your time."

Shanti closed her eyes. She could hardly believe what had happened.

They left for their honeymoon right after the rituals, a prolonged lavish affair that, at his instance, was crammed into one hectic day with the marriage and the reception both spread over a Sunday lunch. He said he hated large weddings. They flew south to a beach resort. The flight was a short hop and, after a half-hour drive, they arrived at the resort. It was a swanky five-star deluxe hotel. They were expected and had confirmed reservations.

All through the wedding and reception, and on their trip down, Sridhar was suave and polished. In the hotel, he was devastatingly charming, and Shanti smiled to herself as she watched the female receptionists trying to catch his attention, not missing the envious looks thrown in her direction.

Sridhar was evidently well-known at the hotel. He greeted the concierge and the lobby manager and the guest relations lady by name. He introduced Shanti and they were congratulated warmly. He had told Shanti that this was he came here frequently, when he wanted to get away for a few days and just relax. The check-in formalities were waived and the receptionist handed them their key on a large brass tag.

"Your usual suite, sir," she said with a smile, her eyes devouring him.

"Thank you," Sridhar smiled, flashing his perfect smile. "Is everything ready as I had asked for?"

"Yes, of course, sir. If you need anything, please let me know."

She sounded as if she expected him to call her to spend the night.

"We will, thank you," he said and took Shanti's arm. "Come, Shanti. You're going to love this." He hoisted his large camera bag on his shoulder.

The suite was truly spectacular, with a huge living-sitting-dining area, a fully equipped kitchen, and two bedrooms, one larger than the other. It had a huge balcony overlooking lush tropical gardens that stretched to silver sands and the vastness of the ocean. The furnishings were elegant, quiet and very, very expensive. The bar was fully stocked, there were flowers and fruit everywhere, and a bottle of champagne nestled in its bucket on the balcony with two crystal flutes. A card hung on a thread around the bottle's neck. With our compliments, it said. The champagne was Dom Perignon.

Sridhar smiled.

"It's incredible!" Shanti gasped. "Do you always stay here?"

"Always," said Sridhar with a smile. "Why slum when you can lord?"

He led her to the balcony. The moon rose in a cloudless sky, and they could see the white tops of the waves and hear the wind in the trees and the crash of the surf. The lights glimmered in the huge azure pool.

It was breathtaking. Shanti hugged herself with excitement.

"Happy?" Sridhar murmured, close behind her.

Shanti nodded. She could smell his musky cologne, deep, masculine, erotic. He brushed the back of her neck with his fingertips. Shanti shivered. Her long hair was in thick, single braid down her back and she was dressed in a simple printed *sari*.

Sridhar drew her against him. She nestled against his broad, deep chest. Her groom was incredibly sexy. He put his arms around her. She thought he might touch her breasts. His fingers brushed her arms and her naked midriff and she tensed. Her breasts grew hot and swelled and her rigid nipples ached for his touch.

"Tonight will be special," he murmured as his lips close to her ear.

She turned around in his arms. He pressed his lips chastely to her forehead. Shanti closed her eyes and waited, her lips fluttering expectantly.

The kiss never came. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip.

"You are very lovely," he said, kissing her eyelids.

Shanti's hands slid up his arms. They were thickly muscled. Her fingers rested on the deep swell of his chest.

Sridhar stepped back smoothly, sliding his hands down her arms and locking his fingers in hers, arms stretched.

"Very lovely and very sexy," he smiled. "Will you do something for me?"

Anything, she said to herself, my god, anything, but take me, darling! Take me hard! Her cunt was already tingling in anticipation. She nodded with a bright smile.

"Thank you," he said softly. "Let's go in. I'll tell you what I want you to do."

He took her arm and they moved back to the suite.

"You looked stunning at the wedding," he said with a smile. "You are absolutely devastating, with all the jewelry and everything.

I'd -"

Shanti looked at him and smiled. "You want me to dress up for you?"

He smiled with genuine pleasure. "Yes very much. You don't mind?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly, Sridhar, of course not. Give me ten minutes."

"Thank you," he said with a broad smile.

Shanti was moving away when he pulled her back, close to him, his hands on her bare waist. His fingers were hard and strong and seemed to burn her flesh. She ached to feel his hands on her breasts, in her crotch, at her anus.

"One more thing, if you would," he said. "Dress without any underclothes."

Shanti's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes brightened with excitement. This was very sexy. The man was evidently a master. He planned to fuck her slowly and deeply, to savour every minute, to explore every inch of her being. She nodded breathlessly and turned away, her eyes lingering on him. She was used to being fucked, but this was special, very special. This man would make love to her, long and slow possess her as a woman should be taken.

Fifteen minutes later, Shanti stepped out of the dressing room into the master bedroom, looking absolutely ravishing. Her hair was drawn back with a centre parting in a long, single, tasseled braid. Her eyes were rimmed with *kajal*, and she had a *bindi*, but she wore no other makeup. Diamond studs glinted in her earlobes and one nostril. A thin gold necklace and the long black and gold *mangalsutra* hung around her neck. She had draped the rich brocade *sari* in the Tamil fashion, with the *pallu* down the front. Her blouse was taut, with a deep V-neck and her breasts jutted out proudly, squeezed together by the tight material to form a sexy cleavage. She had worn the *sari* low, below her navel, and her midriff was bare. Gold bangles tinkled on her wrists, and she wore rings on two fingers of each hand and on the second toe of each foot. Sexy gold anklets drooped around her slender ankles.

Her eyes flicked to the bed and the smile died on her lips. Sridhar had set up a battery of video and still cameras around the bed. He was fiddling with the controls of a monitor on a laptop computer wired to the cameras. At the sound of her step, he looked over his shoulder and turned.

"There you are. Good." He studied her and his mouth fell open. "My god, you're stunning!"

He saw her looking at the video equipment clustered around the bed and chuckled softly at her bewildered expression.

"That's the other thing," he said, delight in his voice. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention it. I want to preserve this forever, for posterity."

He moved forward, languidly unbuttoning his shirt. As he neared her, he pulled it out of his jeans and flung it aside. For a minute, he stood before, smiling down at her, arms akimbo. Shanti looked at his handsome face and her eyes slid down over his torso. She couldn't help the sudden intake of breath. She felt a ripple of naked lust: her breasts swelled and her nipples stiffened and her cunt tingled in anticipation.

Sridhar's body was like a piece of sculpture. The torso was smooth-skinned and hairless, in a sharply tapering V from the sprawling shoulders to the narrow, high hips. His chest was deep and broad with a thick cleft between the slab-like pectorals. His belly was hard and flat, paved with strong, square muscles. His skin was stretched taut over the mighty musculature and was almost translucent: she could see the fine tracery of veins under it. His sharp nipples were set in small aureoles pulled low and far on either side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit. He was devastatingly sexy.

Shanti felt a frisson of excitement sweep through her. The thought of this demi-god fucking her, and filming it all as well, was incredibly erotic. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her. He pulled off his belt. His fingers opened the clasp of his jeans. Her eyes swept down to his belly, and he chuckled dryly. His eyes boring into her face, he stretched his arm and picked up a plastic bag from the bed and turning it upside down, shook out the contents.

Shanti's head turned and she gasped in shock. Her eyes whipped back to Sridhar. Suddenly his face was cold and still, his eyes dark and flat.

"Have you been fucked by other men after we met?"

The quiet words stung like a whiplash. Shanti gasped and recoiled, eyes wide.

"Have you?" There was a sudden malevolence in his eyes that terrified her.

He repeated the question and now there was a distinct threat of violence. Shanti stared at him dumbly. Suddenly, his hand whipped at her face and Shanti cried out, her head jerking sideways. The blow wasn't hard, but it stung.

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"Answer me!" he rasped.

Not looking at him, Shanti nodded, cringing from another slap.

"How often?"

Again, she didn't respond immediately and this time he hit her harder. Shanti cried out, tears streaking her face.

"How often?"

"I don't know," she sobbed softly. "I don't know!"

"What does that mean?" he snarled, gripping her face and turning it to his. "What does that mean? Once? Twice? More than that?"

"More!" she moaned. "More than twice."

"With the same man? Or was there more than one?"

"More - more than one -"

She was cringing, expecting another blow. Instead, she heard him chuckle softly. His fingers loosened their grip and he touched her chin gently.

"Good," he said, his eyes dancing. "That's better. Whatever the answer, I must have it. Never disobey me. Do you understand?"

He released her and stepped back. "Now, listen carefully. I know what you expect. I'm sorry, but it is not to be." He nodded as she looked up in horror. "That's right. I will not sleep with you. Not tonight. Not ever."

Shanti could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at him aghast, her ears burning. He went on in his quiet, smooth voice.

"Sex, as you know it, or have experienced it with other men - and you will tell me about your experience or experiences when I wish to hear them - is not something we will share. Never. Get it?"

She opened her mouth in protest, but he went on. "There will be no kissing. No fondling. No foreplay and most certainly no copulation. Your cunt will never - never, you understand? - feel my prick. Nor your mouth or hands or any other part of you."

"I - I don't understand!" she cried, her mind whirling.

"Don't understand? What is there not to understand? It's quite simple, really. Let me put it in a language you may follow. I will not fuck you. Ever. I think you should be able to follow that now."

"But why?" Shanti cried. "Why are you doing this? Is there - is there someone else? Another woman?"

Sridhar smiled. "To answer your last question first, Shanti," he said dispassionately. "There is no one 'other woman'. There are other women, or have been. Frequently. Now, if you satisfy me, you will suffice, at least for the time being. There may be others, if I choose."

"But - but how do I satisfy you if - if -"

Sridhar laughed in her face. "As all the others have. In exactly the same way. Like all the other whores I've paid for. As they did."

She stared at him uncomprehending. "I - I don't understand -"

"No, I don't expect you to. I don't expect anyone to."

"What - what do you want, then Sridhar? How - how do I -?"

"I like to watch."

"What?"

"I like to watch. It turns me on to watch a couple fucking. I like seeing it live, or in films. For years, I watched one blue film after the other constantly. After a point, they're boring, not really exciting enough. Fortunately, I have an electronics company and we make or import the latest in audio-visual equipment. So I decided to make my own films. I make extremely sexy films. And I watch them. Again and again. When I get bored, I make new ones. Ihave an enormous library. Over three hundred tapes."

"But don't you - don't you want to -?"

He smiled thinly. "No. I prefer to masturbate, repeatedly and I can come again and again without effort. I find it exhilarating."

Shanti took a deep breath. "Well," she said quietly. "Good for you, then Sridhar. And goodbye. I don't want this. Live with your quirks. I won't."

She turned away and headed for the bathroom.

"You're making a mistake."

She turned anger in her eyes. "I don't think so."

"Perhaps you should see this. It might change your mind."

"Not a chance."

"I think you should consider, Shanti. This could change everything."

He picked up a remote control from the coffee table and thumbed a button. The big colour television set against the wall flickered to life. Shanti gasped. It was one of her films. One she had made for one of Suhas -who may have leaked it or it reached Sridhar through some leak. It was done soon after she had lost her virginity and was the first in which she had the innocence still intact. The sequence on screen showed her thrashing in unfaked passion with an enormously endowed man in an eye-mask.

He was licking her slit. His tongue was thick and heavy and long, almost animal, a bright sexual organ on its own. Shanti lay naked on her back and her head rolled from side to side and her hips heaved and bucked eagerly under his face. Her hands were under her swollen breasts, squeezing the fleshy mounds, tugging at her long, rigid nipples sexily. Her legs were spread, her knees bent, moaning feverishly.

Shanti gaped in dismay and watched her hands roll sensuously over her breasts, then slide down to her lover's head, moving it around between her thighs. Her hips arched, her back bowed, and her body jerked on the bed.

"Where did you get that?" she gasped.

The film was meant strictly for Suhas and only Suhas.

The camera lingered in a long close-up of his tongue in her cunt, curling and flipping through the sodden cunt-flesh, rimmed with damp curling pubic hair, flicking her swollen clitoris furiously with his tongue and his thick lips sucking it, drawing it in and out between his lips. Her lust was evidently unfaked.

"I told you. This is my hobby," Sridhar explained. I found it with Suhas while he was getting me drunk after our engagement and now I'd be interested to find out what your parents or friends would think if they should chance to see something like this. Personally, I think it's wonderful. You agree?"

He turned up the volume. Shanti heard herself moan and gasp obscenely as the man slid up and worked her breasts and nipples with his tongue. She arched her back, squeezing her breast into his mouth. His large, white teeth tugged on one as he pinched the other, and then he rapped his tongue rapidly across her nipple. Shanti groaned and arched, her hand pumping his cock.

"I want to suck your cock," she heard herself say. "Let me suck you."

The man moved up and squeezed his thick, dark penis between her breasts, fucking them slowly, raking her nipples down his shaft. Her lips fluttered, questing for his cock-head and, with a dry chuckle, he knelt over her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked his penis hungrily, her head rocking up and down between his thighs. His bloated penis distended her face. She licked the gorged cock-head lasciviously, winding her tongue round and round the slimy bulge, her fingers deftly working his balls. The man's hips pumped gently, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth and then he turned around and they went into a sixty-nine. The camera retreated to a mid-shot of their bodies writhing together, then moved seamlessly into a series of alternating cuts between his tongue in her cunt and his penis in her mouth.

After several minutes, the man got up, licking his moist lips. Turning her on her side, he knelt behind her buttocks, lifted her upper leg high and wide and squeezed his ten-inch penis deep into her cunt. Shanti's body twisted and writhed and her face contorted, in detailed close- up, a vision of naked lust. The man began to fuck her, in time to a cleverly syncopated, pulsating soundtrack rhythm, plunging his cock in and out of her cunt. Shanti watched as the man's rocking grew faster and remembered how wonderful it felt.

"I got it a little after the marriage was fixed," Sridhar said. "You have no idea how relieved I was to find that I was engaged to a rutting whore. You must know that the only reason I consented to marriage was to please my family and get them off my back. This was an added bonus. I have no regrets."

"Put it off. Please."

"Why?" he laughed. "I like the next bit best. Where he fucks you doggie-style, the camera work and editing are pure genius. You must tell me where to get more of these."

"Sridhar. Please."

On screen, Shanti saw the big man push her on her front on all fours. He dropped in a low squat behind her and, holding his thick black cock in his hand, squeezed it through her buttocks into her cunt in one long rush. The film snapped to a shot of her face, arched, riven with lust, her mouth wide, her eyes hooded, her body lurching forward, then cut to a shot of his enormous penis driving in and in and in, disappearing inexorably into her flesh. It cut back to her face, and her voice came through the background music.

"OHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh god!"

"Take it! Take it, whore! Take it all!" the man cried, forcing himself deeper into her.

"Ohhhhh yes! Yes! It feels so good! Fuck my cunt, baby! Fuck me hard!"

The film snapped back to a close-up of the monstrously distended penis grinding and rasping and squelching methodically in and out of her cunt. The huge lance glistened with their juices, and Shanti could see the thick, hard veins along its length. They had scraped and mashed her inflamed clitoris relentlessly till she was dizzy with pure joy. The dark penis appeared and disappeared between the curves of her buttocks and the shot dissolved into an even tighter close-up. Shanti's cunt filled the screen, and she could see the man's heavy, hairy balls squeezing against her buttocks and cunt-lips, the thick shaft scrunching and grinding and pushing greedily through her cunt-lips, spread wide in eager welcome by her clawed fingers, surging into the sodden cunt-flesh within. The close-up was pin-sharp and she could see the small, dark hairs of her cunt, damp and curled inward.

On the screen as they continuously watched the man's buttocks flexed and un-flexed, his puckered anus winking at the camera as his penis burrowed and squeezed relentlessly in and out of her flesh. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and she saw her finger cupping and squeezing them eagerly.

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Sridhar chuckled at the sight. "Yes," he said. "This is an exceptionally fine movie. Perhaps I should show it to some of your colleagues at the Bank."

He smiled at the ashen look on Shanti's face. Behind him, from the screen, her own voice echoed in joyous delirium, mingling with her lover's heavy grunts.

"Take it! Take it, bitch! OHhhhhh yeh! Take my cock! Ohhhh yeh! OHHHhh unhhh OHHH! Unhhhh - yes! Ohhhhh yes!"

"OHHhh! OHHHh! Ohhhhh! OhmaunhhhhOHHH!" Shanti's cries rang out. "Ohhh, that feels so good! Ohhhh yes! Fuck - unhhh - fuck me! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me hard, baby! Yes! Do it! Ohhhhh yes! Yes! Ohhhh god yes!"

Sridhar raised the volume further. Shanti closed her eyes and clapped her hands to her ears. Sridhar turned it up further. She could not shut it out. "Stop it!" she screamed. "Please! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

Sridhar ignored her. Their cries came over the soundtrack. On screen, the images continued to flicker. Now the man was ram-fucking her cunt, slamming his hips violently back and forth, the huge penis thundering in and out of her cunt-flesh. Her body jerked and lurched unsteadily under the heavy pounding, her breasts tossing wildly, the gold necklace around her neck flying this way and that. It cut to a close-up of her face, contorted in a silent scream of agonized delight, her mouth wide open, her eyes screwed up, her perfect teeth bared. Her cries were loud, lewd, ragged, utterly obscene, evidently un-faked.

"Yes," she heard herself moan. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me like a whore!"

"So, do we have a deal?" Sridhar murmured.

Shanti nodded. "Yes. Yes. I'll do as you say. Please. Just put it off."

"Why? You made it, and evidently enjoyed it. Why so coy now? I think I rather like having it play. Yes. That's a fine idea. I shall let it play, while you fulfil your - marital obligations, shall we say?"

Shanti closed her eyes. "What do you want? What do you want me to do?"

Sridhar laughed. "Quite simple, really. You must perform for me, while I watch. In any way I choose. I will film it. That's all."

"But - but with whom?"

"Oh, yes. The technical details. Always the technical details. The little - or," nodding to the black man's penis, "not so little things. Yes. I will indicate the men. Sometimes you may have to go out and get the ones I want. Most often, they will be brought to you. I select them. Anyone I fancy, big, small, fair, dark, hairy, smooth, thin, fat, whatever. From anywhere - servants, labourers, rank strangers. There may even be more than one at a time. Is that understood?"

Shanti stared at him, stunned and, helpless, nodded slowly.

"Good," he continued. "Also, there will be some business entertaining, when you will be fucked by my friends or business associates. I will not directly watch those, but they will also be filmed, with discreetly hidden cameras." He grinned. "It's amazing how a little judicious peek at my library can simplify the most complex contracts. But, I hasten to add, I never play dirty. I don't use the material, and once the contract is in, everything is run strictly by the book."

"Very noble," she said bitterly.

Sridhar laughed. "No. Just pragmatic. You can't do business with your enemy. It's wiser to show him your muscle and buy his fidelity. It's amazing how terrified men are of their inability to resist the temptations of flesh."

"What else?" Shanti said in a tired voice.

"What?"

"What else must I do, Sridhar? To buy your silence?"

"Why, nothing further. Beyond this, we'll be a perfectly normal, happily married couple."

"Normal. I see. You have a curious way with words."

Sridhar smiled. "Yes, normal, to all intents and purposes. We have a lovely house, with lots of servants - all of whom will fuck you, of course." He chuckled. "You will have all the money and comforts you desire. Naturally, you are free to pursue your career, if you wish."

"How nice of you. Tell me, do we share a bedroom?" Shanti said bitterly.

"If you wish."

"I don't wish. But it is normal, I believe."

Sridhar laughed. "Yes, very well. We will share a bedroom, though I doubt you will like it. But you can also have a room of your own. The house has lots of rooms already, and since we are not going to have children -"

"Naturally." Her voice dripped sarcasm.

"You can have one, and furnish it to your taste," he continued as if she had not spoken.

She stood silent, and he waited. Behind him, the film ran on. The man finished by fucking her on her back, taking her heavily and slowly at first, then thudding in and out of her repeatedly for several minutes till he was done. He jerked his enormous cock out of her and came, spattering her face with thick gobs of jizz. She opened her lips wide and took his seed in her mouth. The sequence faded after a lingering close-up of her cum-spattered face, radiant with joy, her lips questing for his dark, sticky cock.

The next sequence showed her in a car, driving through lush green country. Shanti knew what would follow.

"Well?" asked Sridhar.

"Well what?"

"Do we have a deal or not?"

"Subject to one condition, yes."

"You're hardly in a position to demand anything, my dear."

"I could leave. Divorce you."

"Really? Think about it. What would you say? That I was impotent? Who'd believe it? Look at me. Who'd believe it of me? And anyway, how would anyone prove it? Or test it? On the other hand, consider your position. Your family, reputation, career, everything would be ruined, utterly and completely."

"I realise all that," she said calmly. "I'm not a fool. But I think you relish the idea of an in-house, round-the-clock, free sex-slave. I think the notion of your wife being a slut turns you on. I think you'd be willing to give a little to keep that."

Sridhar studied her silently and then nodded graciously. "You're right. You're smarter than I thought. Perhaps I underestimated you. Very well, what is it that you want?"

"You can film what you like around the house. I will fuck your associates for your business, too. But nothing beyond that. Then I am at liberty to take any lover I choose, to spend my time fucking as I like."

Sridhar looked at her thoughtfully. "That seems acceptable. I shall want copies of any films you make like this."

"That can be arranged. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes. And thank you," he said politely. "Please wait while I rig my film gear."

Shanti watched impassively as Sridhar fetched his trunks and set up his cameras, tripods, lights and a sophisticated laptop computer. He moved quickly and precisely, humming to himself. When it was set, he ran a test, and then turned to her. "Ready when you are."

Shanti looked at him and took a deep breath.

"Sridhar."

"Yes?"

"We are supposed to be honeymooning here for ten days. Do you expect me to masturbate throughout that time?"

Sridhar grinned. "Not at all my heart. I have made arrangements. You shall have suitable companions with whom you can disport yourself. For my pleasure."

"Good."

She looked at the television screen and smiled briefly. The car had drawn up under a tree on the grassy bank of a rippling, clear stream that flowed from a natural rock pool under a small waterfall. Shanti got out of the car and, quickly taking off her clothes, waded in. She slipped into the pool and swam across to the waterfall. The camera caressed her body under the cascade while the soundtrack music hummed gently. Shanti took the falling water on her face and breasts and groin, arching back, lips moving in silent murmurs of pleasure. Her hips writhed under the thick, heavy spray and the camera closed in to a shot of her spread legs, her unfurled cunt-lips with the water crashing onto her crotch. After a while, she swam back to the bank and lay down under the tree. The sunlight filtering through the leaves dappled her naked, water-flecked body. She caressed herself languorously, fondling her belly and breasts and thighs, slowly spreading her legs. The camera closed in on her cunt and showed her fingers toying with her cunt-lips, spreading them, darting around the moist flesh within, knuckling her clitoris while she squeezed her breasts. Her hips undulated and pumped gently and her head rolled slowly to one side.

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The film cut to a shot of two young men hiking through the forest by the stream. One was in jeans and a flannel shirt, his sleeves rolled up his thick forearms. The other wore only shorts. Both had sturdy hiking boots and carried light packs. They were strong, muscular, handsome men. Striding through the forest, they stopped in a small clearing and shrugged off their packs. One of them went down to the stream to refill his canteen. He was shown splashing water on his face, looking up, blinking and staring. In a mid-shot, the man by the bank was seen scrambling towards his pack. He pulled out a pair of powerful field glasses and raised them to his eyes. A slow grin spread across his face. He turned his head and whistled softly in code. His companion came jogging down the path. The first man murmured to him and, pointing across the stream, passed the binoculars to him. The second man lifted the glasses to his eyes.

Through the merged double orbs of a binocular shot, Shanti was shown masturbating on the bank. Her body writhed on the grassy verge, and her head flipped slowly from side to side, her chest heaving. She squeezed her breasts in evident excitement and, between her thighs, two fingers pumped frantically in and out of her cunt. Her sensuous lips were parted, and her tongue arched erotically over her bowed upper lip.

The second man lowered the glasses and grinned at his companion.

"Let's go," said the first.

Abandoning their kit, the two men crept through the undergrowth towards her. They came out by her car and stole silently down to the river bank, closing in on her. The film cut to her again, writhing on the sloping turf, her hips pumping and undulating and closed in on her lust- ridden face.

The shot dissolved smoothly into a hazy-edged, soft-focus dream sequence of Shanti with another man. He was fucking her smoothly and steadily, and the film moved to a close-up of his long, thick, dark, vein-ridged penis crushing heavily into her sodden cunt-flesh. The shot lingered for a moment on her cock-filled cunt. She was obviously being taken from behind, and her fingers clawed her cunt-lips open. His heavy balls squeezed against her buttocks with each slow, spiraling, juddering thrust. The penis jammed slowly in, paused, drew up, squeezed in again. The sequence cut to a shot of her on all fours, rocking and lurching on her forearms and knees, her face turned to the camera, a vision of naked, wanton lust. The man's immense penis glided slowly in and out, appearing and disappearing between her buttocks.

The shot dissolved to Shanti by the stream with the two men. Already, she was on her knees before the one in shorts. They were unzipped and she was sucking his large, long, erect penis. The fingers of one hand encircled his massive shaft and her head rocked steadily back and forth before him. Her tongue swirled with lascivious cunning over the gorged cock-head. The light sparkled off the rings on her fingers. The camera lingered on a close-up of her face as she sucked his cock, her fingers pumping the tool, her tongue working its head, her lips sliding up and down its glistening, slimy length.

The man grunted, head bent to watch her, his hips pumping at her face. His lips were parted and he was panting and groaning with pleasure, one hand on her head, moving it to suit his pleasure, the other on his hip. Shanti's motions grew swifter and she took more of his penis in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard.

The other man was masturbating slowly, watching them. Shanti abandoned the guy in shorts and turned to him and began sucking his cock. The first man took off his shorts and knelt behind her, caressing her naked buttocks and breasts sensuously. Shanti cupped her hands over his on her breasts and sucked the penis of the man before her, head rocking back and forth. The big cock went in and out of her mouth.

In the honeymoon suite, Shanti felt a ripple of excitement. She remembered the sequence. They had shot it in one go, without retakes. The men were very good, and the sex was fantastic.

She looked up at Sridhar with a smile and slowly dropped the *pallu* of her *sari*. He nodded and turned to his laptop computer console. Slowly, watching the movie, Shanti unwound her *sari* and moved onto the bed among the scattered vibrators.

Her eyes grew bright with excitement as she watched herself on screen. Now she was sucking both penises simultaneously. The huge, throbbing organs sawed in the air and her face was bloated with the thickness of their cock-head between her lips. Her tongue worked them frantically, darting from one to the other. On the bed, Shanti sat back against the headboard. Her hands slid up under her breasts, weighing them. They were already heavy and hard, her nipples stiff. She squeezed them through the blouse. With tantalizingly slow movements, she plucked open the buttons of her blouse one by one and then slowly drew it open, revealing her breasts. She squeezed them sensuously with a soft gasp, rolling her palms over the hard nipples, crushing the mounds in her fingers.

"Yes," she murmured. "It was so good -"

She tugged at the drawcord of her petticoat, loosened it, and slid a hand down her belly, between her thighs. With tempting slowness, she slid the petticoat lower, lifting her hips slightly to take it under her buttocks and down her thighs. With a quick wriggle, she slipped out of it and immediately bent her knees, spread her legs and clawed her cunt-lips open. The dark delta of her crotch was already damp with excitement. She heard Sridhar's soft gasp and the instant whir of a camera lens zooming in to a close up. She held her cunt-lips open for a minute and then arched one long, elegant, be-ringed forefinger inward and, gently swirling it through her cunt-flesh, began to masturbate.

On the screen, she was on her back on the grass. One of the men had his face buried in her crotch, while his companion sat on her face, fucking her mouth. The leisurely cuts showed the man's thick, heavy tongue in her slit, rippling up and down her crack, darting in and out, flickering against her clit, his heavy finger jabbing and jamming this way and that inside her at the same time. The film cut to her face rocking up and down under the other man's thighs, his glistening penis sliding in and out of her mouth. Soft, insistent music pulsed over the soundtrack. The men broke away after several minutes and exchanged positions. One of them squeezed her breasts eagerly.

Shanti picked up a long, slim dildo and, holding it elegantly by the base, slowly slid the tapering end into her cunt. She gasped and her hips lurched and her legs split even wider. Gently, she pushed more and more of it into her. It was eight inches long, with a ribbed surface. She began to masturbate slowly, stroking it gently in and out of her cunt with one hand, the other caressing her heavy breasts. Soon, the toy shone with her cunt-juices. In the movie, Shanti knelt astride one man's face. His hands were inside her thighs, his thumbs stretching her cunt-lips wide open and his tongue snaked and slithered in the moist softness of her cunt-flesh. Her hips juddered and writhed and swayed over his face. He arched his head and sucked on her inflamed clitoris. Her belly rippled and shook, and her cunt gyrated on his head. Her face was turned to the other man who stood beside her, fucking her mouth slowly. With one hand she fisted his cock. The other arm was stretched down, adroitly pumping the penis of the man licking her cunt.

The shot cut to a close-up and her fingers and lips and cheeks were sticky with their pre-cum gunk. The man fucking her mouth bent his face to watch her, his hips pumping rhythmically back and forth, rocking her head with one hand.

Shanti grew excited watching herself. She abandoned the dildo for another, larger one and greedily stuffed it into her cunt and started masturbating again. This one was larger, longer and thicker than the first, and her hips undulated heavily and her hands crushed her breasts in a frenzy. Another camera by the bed whirred, closing in on her cunt and the dildo.

"Oh yes," she gasped. "Oh god yes! It felt so good!"

The two men had exchanged positions for a few minutes. Now they regrouped. She was turned on her hands and knees between them and, while one fucked her mouth, squeezing and fondling her pendulous, swollen breasts, the other slowly stuffed his slippery, throbbing cock into her from behind. Her body lurched and jerked and rocked between theirs, connecting the two companions in a coital linkage. "Mmm - what a whore! Take it! Come on, bitch, take it!" the man fucking her cunt gasped, holding her hips and moving her up and down and back and forth.

"Ohhhh yes - suck it - come on whore - suck my cock - harder!" his friend said.

Shanti's body bridged the two men. They fucked her rhythmically for several minutes, then exchanged positions and fucked her again. Shanti's breasts jiggled and swung, hanging pendulous. The man fucking her cunt squeezed them feverishly, mauling them in his hands.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," the man fucking her face gasped. "Oh fuck yes oh yes oh yeh suck it! Suck it, whore, suck my dick!"

"Yeh, ohhhhh yes! Take it! Take it whore, take it!" the other groaned, his face twisted with lust.

For the next forty-five minutes, Shanti masturbated continuously, using every one of the dildoes and vibrators as she watched the two men fuck her. Turning on her hands and knees, she fucked herself from behind, a hand between her legs, rocking a thick, heavy vibrator in and out of her cunt.

Meanwhile, the screen showed a close-up of her cunt juddering up and down the cock of a man under her, scrunching and squelching and rasping, while his companion ram-fucked her face with loud gasps and grunts. The man under her squeezed her swollen, turgid breasts and she moaned, sucking the other's cock, leaning back to cup all the balls of the man under her. Leaning forward, she flexed her buttocks rapidly over his cock, squeezing it with her cunt. He gasped under her and reared upward, jamming his cock into her cunt.

They paused and changed positions and she mounted the other man, her back to him, and started sucking his friend's penis again. The man under her fingered her anus and the camera lingered on a shot of her cunt sliding up and down his cock while his finger wriggled in her anus. Her buttocks quivered.

On the bed, Shanti flipped over onto her back and, lifting and spreading her legs jammed the largest dildo from the collection into her cunt. Her shoulders hunching, her breasts squeezed together, her nipples rigid with excitement, she pumped her hands furiously between her legs, driving the erect penis swiftly in and out of her cunt.

"Oh god oh god oh god yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh yes yes yes!"

On the screen, too, she was on her back and the men were fucking her one by one. One of them bent over and thrust deep into her cunt and began fucking her quickly, rapidly, hard and deep, his hips swinging furiously over her thighs. On the bed, Shanti moaned feverishly, moving her hands faster and faster, plunging the ten inch long dildo deep into her cunt, her hips juddering and heaving. The film ran on, and now she was with the other man, heaving and writhing and arching under him as he plundered her cunt heavily, his huge cock ramming and reaming into her. The camera cut to a shot of his penis crushing into her cunt, his balls hard at her cunt-lips, rising and falling, piston violently in and out of her flesh.

The movie sequence ended with the two men fucking in her ass and cunt simultaneously. She was turned on her side and one man lay behind her, lifting up one thigh and parting her buttocks. He squeezed his cock slowly into her anus, and the camera cut to a close-up of her contorted face. Instantly, the second man joined in, lying before her and forcing his cock through into her cunt. Shanti cried out, her voice ringing.

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"Oh ma uhhh AHHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHHHHH! Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHHH!"

The camera lingered on a close-up of the two cocks running alternately in and out of the adjacent orifices with great sawing motions, making her thrash in a frenzy between them.

On the bed, Shanti turned on her front again and slid the thin dildo into her anus with one hand while she masturbated her cunt with a thick vibrator. Her cries and moans growing sharper, she moved faster and faster, ramming the ersatz penises in and out of her cunt and anus, till she came with an ululating cry and collapsed on the bed, shaking and trembling.

She lay on her front on the bed. Slowly, her eyes opened and she looked dazedly at the television screen. The sequence was ending. The two men were still fucking her cunt and ass together, but now she straddled their cocks simultaneously. Kneeling astride one man, her cunt impaled on his cock, she rocked up and down, and as she did, drove her anus up and down the shaft of the second man who knelt behind her, his upright penis buried in her anus. Her face was twisted with lust, and her body heaved and writhed and thrashed uncontrollably. Each backward thrust drove her cunt and anus down onto the two thick penises and drew a sobbing gasp. The camera lingered in a close-up of the two orifices being stretched and filled by the throbbing, angry male flesh.

"OHH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHH YES YES OHHHH GOD YES!" she cried.

"Take it!" one of her lovers gasped. "Take my cock, whore!"

"Yeh! Take it, bitch - take it!" the other gasped, driving deep into her anus.

Four hands groped her breasts and she gasped, arching back against the man behind her, turning her face to him and kissing him wantonly, her lips wide, her tongue snaking in and out of his mouth. She had orgasm on screen and, seconds later, the men followed, coming outside her, one man splashing gunk on her cunt and belly, the other coating her anus and buttocks with his seed. They fell apart and she lay whimpering on the grass, running her hands through the gunk on her body, licking her fingers and smearing her face with it. The camera closed in to show her radiant, smiling face, and then began to retreat. It rose slowly, showing the three naked bodies sprawled on the grass. Finally, lifting through the tree-tops, turned to the bright sky in a white-out dissolve. There was a click and the screen died. Sridhar rose slowly from the console, his chest heaving, shining with sweat. Slowly, he turned around. His jeans were undone and his cupped palm was full of jizz. Shanti looked at his penis. It was fabulous, fully ten inches long limp and correspondingly thick, with low, heavy balls. What a waste, she thought bitterly. He wiped his palm on her naked belly, smearing her flesh with his seed.

"Thank you," he said softly. "You were very good."

Shanti turned her face away. He turned out the lights. The door clicked shut. Surrounded by the dildoes and vibrators, alone in the dark, Shanti wept.

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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.

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"Fuck me ... fuck me hard Aslam," she gasped. "Oh god ... that's so good!"

He fucked her slowly and steadily, his hips rising and falling his buttocks flexing and un-flexing. His twin got off the bed, grinning hugely and watched Nasirfuck her. Standing behind them and he could see his brother's enormous penis going in and out, in and out of her cunt, his heavy balls slapping at her cunt-lips and buttocks. Aslam's rod glistened and gleamed. Her hips bucked and bounced under his eagerly. Nasirbegan moving faster and faster, his hips juddering up and down, his cock piston rapidly in and out of her cunt, slamming and ramming and reaming into her. She gasped, her body jerking and rocking under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling, her long *mangalsutra* dancing on her chest.

"Yes yes yes fuck me yes ohhhh yes fuck me harder OHhhhh uhhh Oh yes yes oh god yes yes OHhhh uhhhh yes!" she cried, her head flipping ecstatically from side to side.

"Take it ... take it whore ... take it!" Nasirgrunted. "Ohhh yeh ... take it bitch ... take my cock in your cunt Ohhhhh ... uhhh yeh ... c'mon slut ... c'mon ... yeh ... ohhh yeh ... that's it ... mmmm yes ..."

Faster and faster he went, his hips banging down hard, drawing sharp cries from her throat. She clenched his shoulders, then his hips, then his buttocks, gritting her teeth and gasping and panting as he drove her to a wild orgasm. He felt her cunt convulse powerfully on his dick and he groaned, grinding his cock deep into her again and again. With a shuddering cry, he pulled out of her and came, spraying her cunt and belly and breasts with thick, sticky shots of hot jizz. Then he squeezed his cock back into her and bent over her and kissed her. She moaned, her chest heaving, caressing his head.

"That was wonderful," she murmured. "Thank you."

"My turn," her lover's brother announced.

Nasirchuckled and rolled off her. Sameer turned her over onto her front and got back on the bed. She lay under him, drawing her knees up, spreading her legs, her buttocks lifted slightly. Sameer knelt behind her and lobe her buttocks open and squeezed his cock into her cunt. She murmured softly, gasping and biting her lip as the huge cock tunneled into her cunt. She closed her eyes and whimpered her pleasure, her chin resting on the counterpane.

"Mmmm ... god you're good in there," she sighed happily as the heat of his cock seared in her belly. "Fuck me Sameer ... fuck me hard ..."

Now Nasirstood behind and watched Sameer fuck her. It was an erotic sight and he wished he'd brought his video camera and the next time, Sameer fucked her slowly, his dark, thick veined penis appearing and disappearing into her cunt, his balls slapping at the lovely curves of her buttocks. She gasped and moaned, her body jerking under his thrusts, calling obscenely to him.

"Ohh yes Sameer yes ... fuck me ... yes, that's it ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt ... ohh god yes ... mm ... yes ... Ohhhh ... uhhhh OHhhh ... OHHH uhhh Ohma uNNHH ahhhh ... yes Ohhhhh uhhh OHHHHH!" and she went.

He bent over her and, spreading his legs to lever her thighs apart, began to ram-fuck her. His head arched back and he grimaced with tension. Her cunt was a wonderfully hot, tight sheath, enveloping his tool. Faster and faster he went, his buttocks plunging powerfully up and down, up and down, his cock reaming in and out, in and out of her cunt, squelching and rasping in audibly, glistening and gleaming, hot, dark, rock-hard. Shanti's cries rose in pitch and volume and she felt herself soar up to another orgasm. Sameer felt it, felt the hot cramping of her cunt on his dick, felt the sharp sting of her juices and he slammed into her hard once, twice, three times, then pulled out and, jerking his cock, shot his wad. Thick jets of cum splattered on her buttocks and the cleft between them, on her anus. She moaned softly. He, too, slid his cock back into her, making her moan. He bent over and tongued her ear.

"You're good, bitch," he admitted. "Damn good. Now let's see how do with both of us ... together ..."

They were all riding on a high of sex-pep dope. They could come repeatedly without tiring. After a few minutes, she got off the bed and knelt before them, taking their cocks in her hand, and then began sucking them. She opened her mouth wide and took both cock-heads into her mouth together. The twins chuckled when they saw her playing with her breasts and fingering her cunt. Cum dribbled on her belly and thighs and now her lips and cheeks shone with their love-shot.

The tang of their seed excited her and moaning and gasping eagerly, she got back onto the bed.

She straddled Sameer's hips, his cock in her hand and eased herself down onto it. He groaned and began to buck under her, tossing her on his lap. She gasped sharply, biting her lower lip, arching her head, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them together.

"Ohhhh yes ... yes ... yes ..." she gasped.

For a minute, Nasirwaited, watching as she bent forward on her arms and rocked back and forth on his brother's swollen dick. He held her buttocks and moved her up and down, and Nasircould see her hair-rimmed crack sliding up and down the bloated penis. Her breasts swung and jiggled, her long *mangalsutra* swinging back and forth. Her breasts were gorged and swollen, the nipples nut-hard. Sameer sucked on them sharply.

"OHHHh uhhh OHHHH uhh OHHH uhhOHHHHuhhhh OHHHH uhh!" she moaned.

Sameer chuckled. "C'mon cunt ... take it ... take it cunt!"

Nasirgot onto the bed and stood before her, his feet straddling his brother's broad, deep chest. He jerked her head up to his crotch and thrust his cock at her face. She took it in her mouth, sucking hard. He held her head and rocked it rapidly back and forth, his hips pumping at her head. She tossed and bucked on Sameer's groin, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth and sharpened by the ramming cock in her cunt. Her cunt ran up and down Sameer's shaft.

"Yeh ... suck it ... suck my cock, whore ... suck it!" Nasirgrowled.

The two men swapped positions. On all fours, she sucked Sameer's dick while Nasirknelt behind her and slid his penis into her and fucked her with hard, ramming, thrusting plunging his big cock inand out of her cunt. On and on they went, taking her hard. Nasirheld her by her waist, rocking her body back and forth, jerking down hard onto his bursting penis. Sameer clenched her hair, rocking her head back and forth at his crotch. Her *mangalsutra* and breasts swung and jiggled and both men squeezed and fondled her breasts together.

Both men were gasping and sweating, their heads flung back. He groped her breasts and squeezed them. She moaned, twisting to reach for Aslam's cock, wanting more of it inside her as his balls thumped against her buttocks, shoving her forward. He went faster and faster and Sameer drove his cock deeper into her mouth. She began to orgasm, her head swimming with joy.

"Hey Sameer, the cunt's good, what say?" Nasirchuckled.

"Yeh. Hot stuff. Great piece of ass."

"Speaking of which ... wanna raid it?"

"Butt-fuck, yeah, sure! The man said we could."

"Okay. Your idea, you go first in her butt. I'll take her cunt."

The twins slid out of her cunt and mouth. Sameer lay on his back and pulled her over his lap again. His cock ran into her cunt like a hot knife through butter. She gasped heavily. She knew what they wanted and she wanted it, too. Shanti enjoyed having her butt fucked, and it was best when combined with a cock in her cunt. She murmured joyfully, rocking back and forth on his cock for a minute and then drew her knees up higher. He clenched her buttocks and prod them open, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus for his brother Nasirchortled, masturbating, his cock slippery with pre-cum gunk. He moved forward and knelt behind her and squeezed his cock-head between the globes of her buttocks. She tensed as she felt the hard, thick cock-head at her anus. It went into spasm once and then she relaxed and yielded. Nasirflexed his buttocks and squeezed his cock-head into her asshole.

Shanti's head snapped up and she cried out thinly, her mouth tearing open as Aslam's huge cock burst into her rear channel. Her body crackled with lust and heat, the pain and joy as one. Her cunt and ass burned with the fiery prods in them. They began to fuck her together, gasping and grunting loudly, her body sandwiched between theirs. Aslam's cock rocked deeper into her ass and she cried out, her hips forced down under his thrust, her cunt impaled deeply on Sameer's erect lance. They moved smoothly in tandem, their cocks running into her together, separated by the merest membrane of her flesh. Her face contorted in a rictus of intermingled pain and lust. Nasirsqueezed her breasts and Sameer sucked her nipples, making her cry out thinly.

"OHHHHHHHhhhh uhhhh OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Suddenly, they stopped and Nasirslid out of her, making her gasp in shock. Sameer eased her off his tool and made her turn around, her back to him. Moaning loudly, she lowered her hips, impaling her taut sphincter and rectum on his lance. He gasped and arched under her, his cock thrusting into her rear channel. Shanti arched back on her elbows, her head jerking back, tendons popping in her neck, mouth snapping open in a cry of joy as it went in deeper.

"YES ... YES OHHHHHHHHHHH YES!" she cried.

They laughed and Sameer rolled his hips under her, twisting his cock in her asshole. She cried out, twisting on his lap, her hands squeezing her breasts frantically. She reached down and clawed her cunt-lips wide open for Aslam.

"C'mon Nasir... shove it in ... fuck my cunt!" she gasped.

She arched back, opening her legs wide, her knees bent. Beneath her, Sameer spread his own thighs, levering her legs wider apart. Nasirgot between them and bent over and kissed her, his cock-head at her cunt-lips.

"OHHHH ma ohh! uhhhhOHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as Nasirsqueezed his penis into her.

Her body was angled between theirs, her hands on the bed behind her, her arms outstretched on either side of Sameer beneath her. Sameer reached up and squeezed her breasts, his fingers twining in her *mangalsutra*. She moaned as the hard beads of the necklace rasped across her nipples. Flames of lust rippled through her. Her shoulders hunched, her body shook, streaming with sweat, and her head fell back at the overpowering pain and ecstasy of the two cocks filling her adjacent orifices. She turned her head and Sameer kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

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They began to fuck her slowly, their inflamed cocks going in and out of her cunt and ass. They hit a rhythm, both cocks going into her body simultaneously. Shanti felt they would tear her asunder, Aslam's cock reaming up into her cunt, Sameer's skewering her anus. In and out they went and her body lurched and jerked and tossed and rose and fell between their pumping, gasping, sweating bodies.

"OhhhUHHOHHUHOHHUHHHAHHYESOHUHHOHHHH!" she cried deliriously.

Superbly coordinated, without missing a beat, they began to fuck her out of synch, Sameer coming out of her ass as Nasirlifted her cunt up onto his cock. Then Nasirslid out of her cunt and forced her ass back onto Sameer's dick. Nasirbent his head and sucked on her breasts. Sameer crushed her swollen breasts under *mangalsutra*.

To their immense delight, she began to orgasm. They moved faster their cocks thrusting in deeper and harder and she cried out and moaned in excitement as her cunt and ass convulsed on their cocks.

They let her come, and went on fucking her. She whimpered, gasping and moaning, her body on fire. Sweat streamed off her body, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead and upper lip, strands of hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. They paused for a moment, sliding out of her and laid her on her side on the bed and fucked her again, changing positions yet again. Sameer lifted her leg high over his hip and jerked his cock hard into her cunt from the front. Now she wanted the other, too, and she clawed her buttocks open and Nasirgrunted softly and squeezed his cock-head into her butt. The two brothers fucked her rapidly now, jerking her body up and down between theirs, their rock hard cocks rasping deeply in and out of her cunt and ass. She moaned deliriously, giddy with lust, her body trembling and shaking.

It was glorious, wonderful sex. Steadily, they fucked her on and on until she burst through the clouds again and this time, both men came, Nasirrocking up into her ass, thudding in deep, his cock quivering and spitting a white-hot load of jizz. Seconds later, his brother rammed into her cunt and exploded, his sticky, warm gunk flooding her cunt and seeping over her thighs. They fell apart, gasping and panting.

"Jeez," Nasirsaid. "What a fuck!"

"Yeh," his brother gasped. "Never had one like her. Oh man."

Shanti lay between them, panting and gasping, her chest heaving. She moaned softly. Her body tingled and she could feel the warm stickiness of their seed in her cunt and ass, on her thighs and buttocks and breasts, on her face. She began to caress herself dreamily.

"You were wonderful," she murmured. "That was really lovely."

She stretched either hand and squeezed their cocks affectionately.

"Was I worth your money?" she giggled.

"Every damn penny," Nasirgrowled. "Every *naya paisa*."

"Don't you want more?"

The twins propped themselves up on their elbows and grinned at her. They squeezed her breasts.

"You want more?" Sameer asked.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"How d'you want it?"

"One at a time now."

"Where?" said Aslam.

"Shall I tell you?"

"Yeah."

"I want to suck your cocks again. I want to eat your gunk. Both of you."

At the door, Sridhar grinned and watched as his wife sucked them off one by one, kneeling before them. Her head rocked back and forth between their thighs, their tools in her hands, her tongue and lips lasciviously on their cocks. They fucked her mouths steadily and both came in her mouth, shooting thick loads of jizz down her throat, spattering her breasts and face with their seed.

At last they were done. They thanked her, kissing her gently and got dressed. Sridhar shook their hands and they thanked him. He handed them a small package.

"What's this?"

"A small token of our appreciation for your custom," Sridhar smiled.

"A videotape."

"What of?"

"Of this afternoon."

Nasirand Sameer looked at each other and laughed. This was a real pleasure. They thanked Sridhar again and left, chuckling happily.

"Okay, bitch, get cleaned up," Sridhar snapped at Shanti who still lay on the bed. "Your next client is here."

"How much has he paid?"

"100,000 rupees."

Shanti nodded. She went to the bathroom, showered and douched, and dressed in a fresh *sari*.

When she returned to the bedroom, Sridhar had laid out fresh sheets and her next client was waiting for her already, a handsome young man with sharp features.

Shanti smiled and walked across to him. She knew him well. He was a regular customer.

"Hello, Naresh," she said softly and, without another word knelt before him and unzipped his trousers and buried her face in his crotch, greedily swallowing his cock.

She was never tired of sex and looked forward to the week with Kamesh at Mauritius next week.

The End

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