Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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A Coin Toss Changes Lives

Well I think if she was to be exploited by the mentor, he could have exploited her in the office itself

[I had a worn a tight jeans and light green t-shirt and a sweater on top. Sameer sir was around 26 at that time in 2006 when the incident really started, but he was very manly huge as he use to go to gym regular.

At bushi dam sir was behind me holding me as we walked in the water as I tripped twice and his hands were all over my body which sent shiver in that wet rain and my wet body as he was strong guy and his grip was pretty much firm and it has aroused me sexually.

The same time while we were returning by local train which was too crowded I was standing exactly in front of Sameer sir there were other peoples too but I knew I could feel Sameer sir’s cock right on my buttock and I didn’t even looked back but to be frank enjoyed the sheer strong cock and I was fantasying about him from that day many a times which made me wet during office hours.

He never made any move after that then it was routine work related but I had some soft corner or you can say hard corner for him.

But over the days that too went as he never made his move. It was almost a year 26th July 2006 when it rained heavily in Pune in fact all over the country. ]

If the mentor wanted to exploit her he could had exploited her there and then itself and he couldn't have waited for the flood to come and then exploit her.

Some thinks in life doesnt come the way they wanted to come they come through anywhere and that was what shown and written in the story.

Like all readears Smitaji always kee the sexual activity very lengthened as you had kept in most of your stories that what really excites and you can ask anyone and most of them will reply the same.

The only fault in the story I dont think its the fault but a good movie with no good ending was how he had her mother was not told which could have made the story 5 star

Rest all was wonderful

Thats my view

I hope you could keep your stories in the same way

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Oh mauh ahuh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Shirlyn gasped, her body arching steeply, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and crushing them erotically, her head arched back, her long neck craned. "OHHHHHH uhh yes oh god yes!"

Her juices were tangy to the taste and he lapped them gently, then flipped his tongue at her clitoris.

She gasped again, hissing in delight and her hands twined in his hair and she moved his head round and round in her crotch to suit her pleasure.

Manish pushed his face deeper into her crotch and probed her crevice with his
tongue.

"Ohh uhh oh fuck yes!" Shirlyn called. "Oh ma uhh ahhh yes oh god yes, Manish, yes oh yes there! That's it oh yes! That's it baby ... yes ... tongue-fuck me lover ... ahhhhhh uhh oh god oh god oh god yes! Do it ... ohhh uhhh yes!"

His tongue felt wonderful, tentative at first and then greedy and demanding as he probed and pried in her slit, exploring its recesses, lapping at her streaming juices.

Shirlyn whimpered ecstatically, her loins blazing with unfaked lust, her head flipping from side to side, her body twitching and jerking as if she was being fucked, her breasts jiggling between her arms.

She arched her tongue over her slender, bowed upper lip in a curiously wanton gesture and, hissing in joy, slid her hands up her body, over her snapped-in belly to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them eagerly, sensuously rolling the nipples under her palms, pinching her erect, quivering nipples.

"Mm ... oh baby yes!" she breathed, her voice sexily sibilant with lust. "Oh god that's so good ... now ... stick your finger back in ... yes! That's it!"

Manish began to finger- and tongue-fuck her simultaneously. Again, instinct guided him and, without instruction, he swung around so that his crotch was over her face.

Shirlyn opened her mouth immediately and drew his cock into it and began to suck it hungrily, exulting at the knowledge that he had done this on his own, without bidding.

They sixty-nined eagerly, their heads buried in each other's crotches, his hips bucking over her face as he fucked it, his head rolling and twisting as he tongue-fucked her cunt while he tormented her gorged clitoris with his fingertips.

She heaved him off her body and flipped around onto her forearms and knees, spreading her legs.

"C'mon Manish," she panted. "Fuck me again now ... fuck me from behind ... fuck me like a bitch ... do it!"

Manish scrambled to his knees behind her, panting and gasping, his muscular body shining with sweat, his chest heaving. He pressed his cock-head between her buttocks as he had seen the other man on the video tape do.

"Not there," she groaned. "That's my ass ... not there ... not now anyway ... you can fuck it later, if you like ... first take my cunt, Manish ... fuck me hard!"

Reaching back, she guided his cock to her cunt. He gripped her buttocks and with a shuddering moan, thrust powerfully into her.

Shirlyn cried out, her head snapping up, her face contorting and twisting in a rictus of lust as the huge cock surged into her cunt-flesh driving a tidal wave of pleasure before it.

Her body lurched forward and her long neck arched upward.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH uhh Oh ma uh Manish uhhh oh Muhhhhniiish uhh OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Her cry thrilled him. He gasped loudly. "C'mon! Take it, bitch! C'mon! Take my cock, whore! Take my cock in your cunt!"

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh fuck yes, Manish, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He began fucking her rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth, gripping her waist and rocking her body to and fro beneath his. Shirlyn gasped and cried out, her gold chain tossing and swinging, her pendulous breasts jiggling.

He slid his hands up her body and squeezed them eagerly. There was thunder in his groin. His pulse raced. He moved faster, pummelling her buttocks with his thighs, slapping his flesh loudly at hers, his balls swinging up against her cunt-lips as he plowed into her hot furrow.

She jerked and rocked under him, dragging her cunt up and down the length of his tumescence, her breasts jiggling, her face arched, her necklace swinging. She turned her face over her shoulder. Manish thought he had never seen anyone so lovely.

"God," she panted. "You're so fucking good, Manish! Keep doing it, lover! Just ... don't ... stop ... fucking ... me ... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... oh ma yes!"

She arched her tongue sensuously over her upper lip. He leaned forward and kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her breasts and pinching her rigid nipples.

"Your hips!" she gasped. "Swing your hips as you shove it in! Yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh god oh god oh god yes!"

He swung his hips in snapping arcs and his cock entered her from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "I love being fucked like this ... I fuck so many guys like this ... they love it, too ... even Anand ... yes ... even him ... your brother! He fucks me like this, too, Manish, just like this! And he loves it!"

Manish roared, his face mottling in fury. She was his, his, how dare she fuck anyone else! He rammed his cock into her savagely and she cried out thinly and he rammed in again, and yet again.

Her cunt spasmed on his cock, squeezing and contracting powerfully. He fucked her brutally, incensed and aroused by the knowledge that his brother had done this, too, had done it before him, had taken what was, by rights, his, and only his.

He heard her cry out sharply, tense and stiffen and felt the feverish convulsions of her cunt on his cock and knew that she was orgasming. He gasped, panting with lust, forcing himself to deny the incessant hammering in his loins. Not yet, not yet, he said to himself.

Beneath him, Shirlyn moaned ecstatically realising that he hadn't succumbed to his lust and the call of his body. Her orgasm waned and she moaned, her head sinking between her arms, her chest heaving, waiting for him to take over now, giving him the initiative. He took it and instantly she rejoiced, knowing that she had achieved her intention, broken through, completely and finally.

"Your ass, bitch," he snarled. "Now I want to fuck you in your ass!"

He slid out of her cunt and pressed his cock-head to her anus, creasing her buttocks open in his hard fingers. Shirlyn moaned and sank forward in a steep *,,.,* pose, lifting her buttocks high, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned on its side.

Manish flexed his buttocks and his cock-head popped into her rear channel. Shirlyn cried out, her head snapping up, her long neck craning, her face twisting in an agony of lust, her mouth jerking open, her eyes screwed shut, her lips jerked back over her teeth.

"OHMAUHHOHMANISH UHHH OHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

He laughed softly. "Like it, eh bitch? Like my cock in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes! Oh god yes, oh uh yes!" she gasped.

"Then take it, whore!" he roared. "Take it all!"

And slowly drilled her rear channel and began to sodomize her deeply and thoroughly, grinding his cock in and out of her anus. It savaged his penis, biting down furiously and convulsively on his cock and he couldn't hold back too long.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

With a shuddering moan, he exploded and she groaned as she felt the sharp sting of his jizz spurting endlessly into her asshole. He held it there and then drew it out slowly and squeezed it into her cunt again and fucked her slowly for a few minutes.

"Haven't finished, cunt," he grunted. "I want lots more. Lots more! And you're going to give it to me!"

Despite her experience with men, Shirlyn was awed by the Manish's stamina and powers of recovery. She sucked his cock again, gently arousing him till he was rock-hard once more and then, pushing him down on his back, mounted him, straddling his lean hips.

He looked up at her, gazing at her lovely, slender, full-breasted body in joy and, sliding his hands up her body, cupped and squeezed her breasts. She groaned, smiling wantonly and begin to rock up and down on his cock, sliding her cunt along its length.

She leaned forward on outstretched arms and her breasts bounced invitingly, her gold necklace tossing and jumping on her golden skin.

"Oh baby yes!" she groaned. "That feels so good, Manish ... your cock's so good in my slit!"

Rearing back, she hissed her pleasure, grinding her hips in erotic circles on his lap, churning her cunt with his cock. He gasped. The feeling was exquisite as her hot, tight cunt convulsed rhythmically on his throbbing erection.

She slid her hands sexily up her body, lifting and squeezing her breasts. Her skin shone with sweat. Dewdrops of perspiration beaded her upper lip and the nape of her neck and thin rivulet trickled between her breasts.

Manish pumped his hips steadily under her, holding her waist and moving her up and down on his cock with an ease and style that astonished both of them.

"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore, take it!" he gasped as the heat built afresh.

"Ohhh uhh yes! Oh god yes!" she cried, her belly sucked inward, her body rocking and jerking over his bucking hips.

Faster and faster she went, her breasts bouncing, her gold necklace tossing and slapping on her golden skin, her face radiant with lust. Her buttocks bounced off his thighs and her cunt rose and fell, rose and fell, sliding up and down the length of his slippery, throbbing, burning hot, rock-hard penis.

Her cries rose in pitch and volume and her cunt convulsed feverishly on his penis.

"OHHHH uh OH ma uhh Ohma Ohmauh ahhh uhh yes Oh fuck yes Manish yes oh fuck yes OHHH uhhh yes uhhh OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped.

With a ululating cry, her cunt jammed down on his cock, spasming frenziedly on the throbbing erection, she fell forward over him. He crushed her breasts in his hand and she kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

He gripped her buttocks and jerked her cunt up and down on his cock as an orgasm crashed through her body and then he hammered his hips violently up into her, making her gasp and moan as his cock rammed into her flesh.

Seconds after she came, he thudded into her, jerked her cunt down hard on his cock, making her gasp and dig her teeth into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders and shot his wad. She moaned, her hips writhing over his as the jizz spumed in a surprisingly heavy fountain into her cunt.

Their bodies sank onto the bed, streaming with sweat. Shirlyn slid off his cock and snuggled against him, caressing him gently, licking his nipple. He fondled her breasts. They dozed. Her fingers crawled down to his cock.

"Ready for more?" she murmured. "I am."

"Horny bitch. Whore. Cunt. Slut."

"Mm. All that and more. Anything for a good fuck."

"I need to shower. So do you."

"This feels sexy."

"Yeah. But I've got to study, haven't I? Can't fuck all day!"

Shirlyn felt like weeping with joy. She had done it! She smiled prettily and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"You're right," she said quietly. "Let's sit and work. But like this. Naked."

"All right."

They went back to the table and now he was relaxed and confident and quickly absorbed what he had to. He wasn't brilliant, but he wasn't dumb.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

With the oppressive cloud of sexual tension gone, his mind had burst out into a clear calmness. She found the work done surprisingly quickly and accurately.

He shut the books. "That's it, then," he grinned. "All done. More of that tomorrow."

"And now?" She leaned across the table and kissed him.

He cupped her naked breast and felt it swell in his hands. "Now, dear teacher, time for a little sex-ed. Come on, let's fuck in the bath."

They showered together and he fucked her standing up, holding her in his hands with her arms about his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his lean hips, her cunt impaled on his cock.

He savaged her cunt, taking her brutally, ramming his cock in and out of her cunt till she came. He held back and made her go down on her knees and suck his cock, fucking her mouth till he came, shooting thick jizz into her mouth and spattering her face and breasts with it.

Two weeks later and Manish's rhythm was already a demanding and exciting lover. He could fuck her at length without coming. They hit a routine. When she arrived, they went straight to bed and he fucked her unhurriedly for an hour.

Then he worked on his books and then they fucked again. He was doing well and Shirlyn found the teaching easy and relaxed now. And the sex was terrific.

On the bed, Shirlyn's body rocked and snapped with his thrusts and her cries were loud and raw with pleasure. Her breasts jumped and jiggled as he rammed hard into her.

She squeezed her breasts and opened her eyes and looked at him and saw him smiling through his gasps, his eyes bright and twinkling, filled with the knowledge that he would fuck her for a long time still.

He bent his head and kissed her and her eyes closed again and her hips arched to his, her cunt sucking in his cock. She had done it. She had taught him. She ran her tongue into his ear, squeezing his buttocks and drawing him deeper into her hot, hungry flesh.

"Fuck me from behind, Manish," she gasped. "Please. Do it. I want it! C'mon, Manish, fuck me!"

He slid out of her and she turned on her front and dropped in a squat astride her hips and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt. Shirlyn whimpered, writhing her buttocks against him in delight.

He squeezed her breasts and began to fuck her slowly and methodically, sliding his hips to and fro, back and forth, taking her with measured confidence and assurance. He was very good, much better than his brother.

Shirlyn groaned, rocking back and forth on all fours under him, running her cunt up and down the length of his big, thick shaft. Her breasts jiggled and her gold necklace swung and tossed as they moved.

"C'mon, you whore!" he rasped. "Take it! Take it, bitch! Take my cock!" He dug his fingers into her hips and thrust deep into her hot cunt.

Shirlyn gasped softly. "Yes ... oh yes Manish yes ... fuck me ... oh that's good ... yes ... fuck me hard, lover ... ohhhh uhhhh yes! Oh god yes! Shove it in, Manish! Shove your cock into my cunt!"

Manish is slamming his hips to and fro at Shirlyn's buttocks with loud slaps. Her body jerks and rocks violently under his and her cries are ragged and hoarse with ecstasy and her face is twisted with lust, her lips drawn back over her pearly teeth, her mouth wide open, her eyes screwed shut. Her chest heaves and her breath comes in sobbing gasps as the teenager plunges his huge cock in and out of her cunt without respite.

"Take it!" he grunts. "C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock! Take it all, slut! Take it!"

Hearing the same Shirlyn knew that his pupil is under no pressure now.

He can control himself.

He is strong and he has the will.

He can fuck her as he likes and she will love it.

He grins and thrusts into her without difficulty. Beneath him, Shirlyn, the teacher, succumbs to her pupil's needs.

He has learned to fuck her well.

He can learn anything. He has the desire to satisfy her.

He is a man now. She loved the same that she turned him to a man

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Post 1 Tantalus

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Hello Exbii friends this story again is written by the same author who had written my previous post of Encounter In Tuition

Well again telling you this is not written by me, I received the same through mail by an old friend.

After reading recent comments about plot and sub plots there is no such thing in this post.

But one thing is sure its hot and very hot and just what we are here looking for here that’s either sex or a good story.

So this is a real hot one for those who like reading about sex. This is a story about a female and her journey from loosing her Virginity to getting married.

This is just one hell of hot steaming sex story like a porn stuff, with no plot or sub plots.

There are few incidents which really turns you on

Hope you guys will like who like to read and get a hard one or a wet one

Thanks to the original writer of the story with a new way of presenting the same.


Smita

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Tantalus

"OHH UNH OH UNH OH OH OH OHHH YES ... YES ... FUCK ME ... YES OHHH YES!"

Aroused by her obscene, overjoyed cries, Anuja's servant rammed his penis into her cunt.

"Say it again, cunt!" he gasped. "Say you like it!"

"Yes ... OHHH yes!" she gasped. "Oh god, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Do it! Fuck me baby! Harder!"

On her hands and knees before him, Anuja gripped the bedstand with clenched fingers. Kneeling behind her, holding her waist, her servant swung his hips violently back and forth, slamming his penis in and out of her cunt.

Her heavy, pendulous breasts jiggled. Leaning forward, he squeezed them hard, jerking her back and forth on his cock, grunting and gasping. Her cunt spasmed on his throbbing penis. Her head arched and twisted and he jammed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue between her lips.

She whimpered deep in her throat, shaking and rocking in delirious ecstasy under him. Her dusky body glistened with sweat and the gold chain around her neck tossed back and forth. His hips crashed against her buttocks, his balls slapping at her cunt-lips.

Faster and faster he went, fucking her brutally. He squeezed her breasts hard and jerked her savagely down onto his penis again. Anuja's lovely eyes fluttered shut and her lips drew back in a rictus of lust, baring her white teeth.

"OHhhhh ... Uhhh ohh yes Bharat yes ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me hard, lover! Ohhh yes ... Ohhh uhhh ... unhh OHH!" she moaned in unbridled joy.

Her cunt convulsed frenetically on his penis and she orgasmed. Her servant gasped at the fierce cramping of her cunt on his penis, and, with a shuddering cry, rammed his cock into her repeatedly, jerking her forward under his thrusts. Anuja gasped and cried out loudly as his enormous penis reamed and rammed deep into her convulsing cunt-flesh. His cock embedded deep in her cunt, his hips twitching violently at her buttocks, he exploded. Anuja moaned softly in pleasure as her servant's hot spoot spurted in stinging jets deep in her cunt and seeped in a sticky flood over her trembling thighs.

Gasping and panting, his fine, muscular body streaming with sweat, the servant slid his penis out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her. Anuja whimpered and slid over him and kissed him gently, fondling his chest and groin. She cupped his balls and penis lovingly, stroking his shaft, raking her fingernails up and down its length.

"That was lovely," she gasped, tonguing his ear wantonly. "Thank you."

He squeezed her breasts and grinned. "Anytime, cunt. Anytime at all."

"Fine. How about right now?" she giggled.

Without waiting for an answer, she slithered down and took her servant's long, dark penis in her mouth. He chuckled softly and murmured in pleasure. Gently, she sucked his cock, using her tongue cunningly, and her head bobbed and bounced steadily over his thighs.

His cock quivered and slowly began to rise and swell in her mouth again. She murmured with pleasure. He groaned and squeezed her breasts and then slid his hand to her crotch. She was lying on her side, and she lifted her upper leg high, bending her knee. Bharat arched two fingers into her sodden cunt.

Her hips writhed. He started to masturbate her gently as she sucked his penis. Her cunt convulsed on his wriggling fingers and he chuckled as her buttocks swayed erotically. She moaned deep in her throat.

"Use the ice, cunt," he commanded.

Anuja grinned impishly. Pausing, she thrust her hand into the ice-bucket by the bed. She popped an ice-cube into her mouth and bent her head to her servant's crotch again. Bharat gasped sharply as the cold ice slithered over his cock-head and shaft.

Bharat's penis swelled again. It was eight inches long and correspondingly thick. Anuja loved it. Whimpering eagerly, she straddled his lap and moved his cock between her legs. Gently, she eased her cunt down onto his cock-head.

Her handsome lover grunted softly and squeezed her heavy breasts. Smiling with pleasure, holding the tip of penis in her cunt, she leaned forward and kissed him lasciviously, sliding her tongue between his lips.

"I love your fat cock," she murmured. "I want it in my cunt forever."

The servant chuckled. "No can do, slut," he said, squeezing her breasts. "But I'll try."

She smiled, and moved up slightly to press her breast to his lips. "You do that, lover," she said. "And I want it in my ass, too."

"Yeah. Haven't fucked your butt in some time," her servant replied, gently sucking on one breast.

"Mm. Not for a month, as I recall. Do it after this," she murmured.

"Yeah."

Bharat tugged at her nipple with his teeth and Anuja groaned softly, in deep pleasure. Her hips squirmed gently over his groin. He squeezed her buttocks and, prying them open, pressed his fingertip to her anus.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anuja sighed and slowly eased her cunt down, engulfing his cock in the moist warmth of her cunt. Bharat groaned and pressed his fingertip firmly forward. She tensed, then yielded with a shuddering groan as he slid his finger into her asshole.

Her cunt and sphincter contracted involuntarily on his cock and finger, and Bharat gasped and flexed his buttocks upward. Anuja cried out sharply as his penis surged deep into her cunt.

Simultaneously, he sucked hard on her breast, gnawing at her rigid, quivering nipple, and twisted his finger in her anus. Anuja's buttocks snapped together and her hips writhed ecstatically over him. The sensations were overpowering.

She arched her head and gasped, her large, dark eyes hooded with lust.

"OHHH Bharat! OHhhh ma ... unhhh OHHH!" she cried.

Bharat thought her incredibly sexy. Over the past three years, he had fucked her almost daily, and he never tired of her. She was vivacious and bubbly and attractive, and sexually ravenous and she never refused him. He only had to ask.

She was dusky and fleshy with superb curves. Her breasts were full and generous and ripe, with long, stiff nipples in dark, puckered aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared to delectably curved buttocks. Her flesh was firm, yet soft, like a perfectly made cake.

Her face was round, with large, dark eyes rimmed with *kajal*, and a strong, straight nose. Her lips were a tad fleshy, but perfect on her. Her teeth were white and even. She had a sparkling, infectious laugh.

Her skin was smooth, with several sexy dark birth-marks on her neck and face. There was one in her cleavage, which he found intensely erotic. She wore a thick gold necklace and several rings on her shapely fingers.

"Come on, Bharat," she gasped now. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt hard!"

Bharat bucked his hips rhythmically under her and, squeezing her breasts together with one hand, pumping the other between her buttocks, sucked on both breasts simultaneously.

Her nipples quivered between his lips and he scbangd them across his teeth and gums, flicking them with his tongue. Anuja cried out, clenching his head, her hips squirming and writhing erotically over his. His cock churned her hot cunt and his finger darted in and out of her anus.

"Oh God yes! Ohhh yes! Yes ... do it Bharat! Do it to me! OH yes!" she cried.

Her voice was clear and husky and turned him on. He pushed her up so that she was kneeling over his hips and, crushing her breasts in his hands, bucked rapidly under her.

Anuja moaned, flinging her head back, her body bouncing on his groin. Her cunt rocked up and down the length of his shaft. She stretched back and cupped his heavy balls, squeezing them erotically, and twining her fingers in his hand at her buttocks.

Suddenly, holding her shoulder, he jammed her down onto his cock and rammed his finger deep into her anus and stopped her from moving. Anuja hissed in shock, her back arching, her head flying back. She squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples under her palms.

"Yes," she groaned, her hips squirming in tight little circles. "Oh god, yes!"

Watching the erotic lust on her face, Bharat drew his finger out of her anus slowly. She moaned at the release in pressure and her cunt convulsed on his penis. He pressed his finger to her lips.

She sucked it lasciviously, savouring the musky taste and odour of her anus on his fingertip. He shuddered as she scbangd her fingernails over his small, dark, hard nipples. He held her hips and buttocks and lifted her slightly, then brought her back down onto his cock.

Anuja groaned her pleasure and they began to move in unison again, rocking and bucking together. Leaning over him on outstretched arms, Anuja moved her hips up and down, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his cock-shaft.

Her breasts jiggled and wobbled as he thrust up greedily into her, pushing his cock in
as far as it would go. Groaning and gasping, she rocked and swung back and forth over him, her face suffused with lust.

He gasped as she flexed and unflexed her buttocks rapidly over his cock, sucking him deep into her flesh. Steadily, they gathered speed, and soon they were crying out loudly as their bodies rocked and slammed hungrily together.

"Ohhh Bharat-Bharat-Bharat OHmaunnh OH ... fuck me! Fuck me, Bharat!"

"Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" Bharat gasped in return.

Anuja's hips crashed down onto his lap again and again and she cried out with each plunge, her face contorted with lust.

She soared towards an orgasm and, at the last minute, just as it threatened to break, she paused deftly and slid quickly off his penis.

Bharat chuckled. The bitch was incredibly hot.

As he expected, she turned around and mounted him again, with her back to him and, holding his penis, quickly impaled herself on it.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Squeezing her breasts, she jigged eagerly up and down and back and forth on his penis, fondling his balls, scbanging his shaft with her fingernails. His balls squeezed up against her cunt-lips and she cupped them tenderly, making him groan with joy.

Bharat was mesmerised by the sight of her cunt sliding up and down his upright shaft, glistening with their consilient juices as it emerged and disappeared from the tempting crevice between the delectably firm curves of her buttocks.

He fingered her anus and she laughed over her shoulder down at him and clapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing her cunt tight on his cock.

"Want it, Bharat?" she murmured slyly. "Want my ass now?"

"Yeah," he gasped. "I want to fuck your butt."

Grinning, she slowed and bent steeply forward on her forearms, still looking over her shoulder at him. Her hips rose and gently, she eased her cunt off his cock, almost reluctantly, pausing at the end to tease him by rolling her cunt over his cock-head.

Her buttocks splayed open as she shuffled her knees apart and lifted her hips even higher, proffering her anus for his pleasure. Her breasts were pendulous and he saw her caress them wantonly, plucking at her nipples with her fingers.

"Come on then," she murmured. "Fuck my butt, Bharat ... shove your cock into my ass!"

Her servant scrambled to his knees behind her. She shook her head.

"Not like that. Squat over my hips. So it goes in really deep. I want to feel all of it in my asshole, Bharat. Come on!"

Bharat chuckled. She really enjoyed having her butt fucked. Once, he had invited two of his pals to fuck her together. He could still remember the sight of them fucking her simultaneously in her cunt and ass, their swollen cocks sawing alternately between her thighs, filling the adjacent orifices.

Anuja couldn't get enough of it. Fortunately, they were strong, sturdy lovers, with immense stamina. They fucked her skillfully for over an hour, in every orifice, before they were finally done.

The memory excited him. He moved astride her hips in a deep squat. He was a powerful, muscular man and the position was no strain. He pulled her buttocks higher, pushing her neck down so that her shoulders were on the bed, her face turned to one side on the counterpane. She waited breathlessly.

"Slowly," she mumbled. "Put it in slowly ... I want to feel every inch of it."

Panting with lust, her servant pushed his throbbing penis into the cleft between her buttocks. The cock-head paused at her anus. She was utterly relaxed, and there was no resistance.

Bharat flexed his buttocks and eased his cock-head forward. It slipped smoothly into her rear channel. Anuja groaned softly, closing her eyes, her hands stretching up to hold the bedposts.

"AHHHHHhh ... yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes! OHHHHH yes! More!" she moaned. "Put it in, Bharat ... all of it!"

Watching her face with delight, the handsome young servant slowly slid his cock deeper and deeper into her. Anuja gave no indication of pain. Her lips parted and her tongue arched sensuously over her upper lips.

He saw her squeeze her breasts. Her ass was hot and tight and, as he went in deeper, he let out a loud groan, arching his head in joy.

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh that's so good, Bharat ... come on ... yes! Ohhh yes!"

Deeper and deeper his penis burrowed, surging into her anus till he was fully embedded in her flesh. He paused, his muscles taut and quivering, battling the raging storm in his loins.

"Come on," she gasped, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her fingers taut on the bedpost. "Come on, Bharat ... fuck me! Fuck my ass, lover! Come on!"

Her anus convulsed gleefully on his penis and he gasped. Her buttocks squirmed in excitement against his hips.

His balls were pressed to her buttocks. With a shuddering groan, Bharat unflexed his buttocks slowly and slid his cock up and out of her. Anuja
gasped at the sudden release in pressure.

With a slow, skewering thrust, he ran his penis into her again, drawing a low, ululating, obscene moan of joy from her.

"Again," she cried. "Do that again!"

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He regained a measure of control and, chuckling, obeyed her. His cock pulled out, then slid in again. He started to move in a steady rhythm, stroking smoothly and unhurriedly in and out, back and forth.

His cock shone and glistened as it emerged and disappeared between her buttocks. Anuja's cries were low and guttural and obscene.

Bharat felt dizzy with excitement. Her anus was hot and tight as a glove; its spasms on his penis left him breathless. His hunger mounted, spurred by her obscene love-calls.

He began to move faster, thrusting his cock greedily in and out of her asshole.

Anuja's face contorted with lust. Her body jerked and snapped and rocked back and forth under his lunging thrusts. She stretched a hand back and circled his pistoning shaft with her fingers, raking it with her nails.

He gasped and moved faster still and his cock slipped and glided between her fingers into her anus. Faster and faster he went, pumping and thrusting greedily into her anus. Anuja's cries grew louder and more obscene.

"Yes! Ohhh yes, Bharat, yes! Fuck me! OHhhhhh uhhh OHhhhhhhh uhhhh OHHhh uhhh yes! Fuck my ass, Bharat! Butt-fuck me ... hard! Ohhhh god yes!"

"C'mon ... take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock! OHHhh yeh! Take it! Take my cock, bitch ... ohhh yes ... god ... your ass is so tight ... Yeh ... take it ... take it all!" he responded.

Panting and gasping, Bharat slowed to a deep, grinding action. Anuja whimpered joyously. Her servant's penis felt wonderful, rock-hard and throbbing powerfully as it rasped heavily in and out of her asshole.

He drew slowly outward and paused and she moaned and eased herself onto her side, drawing one leg up high, stretching the lower one. Bharat grunted and eased himself onto his knees.

Anuja murmured softly as he flexed his buttocks and slowly squeezed his cock into her butt again.

"Mmm ... yes ... ohh Bharat ... that feels so good ...," she said, arching sexily.

Bharat chuckled and slid his hand up her body to squeeze her breasts. She whispered in excitement as he crushed the swollen mounds in his hands, tweaking and pinching her aching nipples.

He fucked her slowly for several minutes, savouring the pleasure and drawing it out, rocking steadily in and out of her anus. Anuja's face suffused with lust.

She moaned, writhing under him, stretching a hand between her legs to squeeze his heavy balls.

They paused briefly and now she turned on her back and lifted her legs up high and wide, hooking her hands under her knees. Bharat bent over her and squeezed his cock into the cleft between her splayed buttocks.

Anuja gasped and arched, rolling onto the small of her back as her servant's thick cock popped into her anus. Her face contorted in a rictus of lust and she squeezed her breasts hard in her hands.

Her buttocks jerked upward eagerly.

"Yes! C'mon Bharat ... fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she cried. "Fuck it hard! Shove it all in lover OHHHHHHHH yes! Yes! Ohhhhh god yes! Do ... UHHHHHh ... do it Bharat ... do it! Fuck me! Fuck my asshole, lover!"

Bharat flexed his buttocks and drove his cock deeply into her anus. It spasmed on his penis and his head snapped back and he let out a shuddering cry.

Anuja's face twisted and her head snapped to one side, her mouth tearing open in an ululating love-call.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bharat buried his penis deep in her anus and paused. Anuja whimpered, writhing erotically, ecstatically under him. Her face turned to his and Bharat bent deeply to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Anuja hooked her knees over his shoulders and caressed his powerful shoulders and biceps. Now she was almost folded in half under him.

"Come on, Bharat ... fuck my ass hard now," she whispered, tonguing his ear.

Bharat grinned and straightened on outstretched arms. He took a deep breath to steady himself and then began moving.

His buttocks unflexed and his cock slid outward. Smoothly flexing them again, he thrust into her anus. Anuja gasped, rolling onto the small of her back with his thrust.

Again he pulled out, and slid in and yet again. Anuja's face flipped from side to side and she writhed and thrashed eagerly under him. Slowly, he built up speed, moving in a steady, masterful rhythm, stroking powerfully and relentlessly back and forth, his cock pistoning in and out of her anus.

It emerged and disappeared between her buttocks and he moved faster still, till he was hammering rapidly and furiously at her, making her body snap and jerk under his, his balls slapping at her buttocks.

Anuja's neck arched and her mouth tore open as she gasped and cried out loudly and lewdly with gutter obscenities.

"Yes! Ohhhhh Bharat-Bharat-Bharat yes! Ohhhh god yes! Fuck me Bharat! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me like a whore, Bharat! I'm your whore! Fuck me! Oh uh oh uh *hanh* uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ohhhhh uhhh yes Ohhhh yes OHHHHHH god yes oh uh oh uh OHHHHH!"

"Yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yes Oh fuck yes ohhh yes ohh uhh ahhh yes ohhhhhhuhhh yes ohfuckyes!" the servant gasped.

Now Bharat's hips swung like a trip-hammer at full speed, rocking furiously back and forth, back and forth. His cock rammed and reamed and pistoned in and out of Anuja's asshole.

Her body jerked and rolled under his thrusts and her obscene cries were now staccato and sharp, rising in pitch and volume and obscene content as she soared up to an orgasm.

She squeezed a hand between her legs and began masturbating furiously, her body writhing and jerking erotically under her servant's.

He gasped, his handsome head flung back, and moaned loudly as she came, and her sphincter convulsed greedily on pumping, pistoning penis. With a shuddering groan, he skewered her ass heavily, running his cock deep into her flesh and holding still as the orgasm grew and peaked and slowly ebbed.

Anuja mewed and gasped hotly, writhing ecstatically beneath him. Gently, Bharat slid out of her ass. Anuja groaned, her body unfolding. Smiling, Bharat slid up and pushed his cock at her face.

"Come on, whore," he grunted. "Drink my jizz! I wanna cum in your mouth!"

Her body was still racked with heaving, sobbing gasps, but she obeyed immediately. Opening her lips, she sucked greedily on his cock, her head bobbing up and down.

The shining penis glistened as it went in and out of her distended face. She worked the cock-head cleverly with her tongue and Bharat flung his head back and gasped loudly.

His buttocks flexed and his hips bobbed over her face. Holding his thighs, she sucked more and more of his cock, relishing the musky cocktail odour of her cunt and ass and his jizz.

She squeezed his balls and then slowly dragged her finger down the hard ridge beneath to his anus.

As her fingertip pressed to his anus, he lost control at last and exploded violently.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Instantly, Anuja opened her lips wide and jerked his cock rapidly. The hot jizz spurted from his cock-head in thick fountain, splashing into her mouth and spattering her face and breasts.

A smile of joy lit his face as Anuja swallowed his cum and sucked his penis again, drawing out every last drop of his precious cum-load.

Gasping, Bharat sank back on his knees astride her belly. She smiled up at him like a wanton whore.

Her breasts and cleavage were spattered with his gunk and streaks of jizz dribbled down her cheeks and over her chin.

He squeezed her breasts affectionately, massaging his spoot-lotion into her flesh. She giggled and, scooping a thick strand of gunk on her fingertip, licked it clean.

"Good fuck," Bharat said softly.

"Mm. As always," Anuja smiled. "Wasn't it?"

She turned her face to a corner of the room. A handsome young man, not much older than herself, was seated before a console and bank of TV monitors. At her question, he swivelled in his chair and stared at her. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed.

His nostrils were flared and he was breathing heavily. His fly was undone, and his large, dark penis was slowly shrinking from a mammoth erection.

A dark stain spread across the crotch of his impeccably tailored trousers, and his hands were full of gunk. He nodded slowly.

"Yes," he said. "It was very good. Thank you, both."

The man flicked a switch on the panel and the heavy arc lights died. The array of six video cameras encircling the bed whirred to a stop. He turned off the power and rose to his feet, wiping his hands on a spotless linen handkerchief.

"Are you happy?" Anuja murmured. "Did we please you?"

"Yes. The film will be excellent."

"Will you screen it for the guys tonight?"

"Perhaps I haven't decided which one."

"Please use this one," she said. "I want them to see it."

"Very well" The man smiled briefly.

Anuja giggled. "They like butt-fucking me, too, you know. They'll do it tonight, and you can make another film."

The man smiled. "Yes. Something special."

He looked at the couple. Bharat was grinning at the two of them, gently caressing Anuja's breasts. The man noticed that they were still swollen, the nipples yet nut-hard. She raked her fingernails up and down the servant's long, dark penis. It trembled slightly. She really was a wanton slut.

"Are you going to fuck some more?"

Anuja looked up at her servant. He grinned wolfishly.

"Whatever you like, cunt."

She frowned and made a face. "Mm, no. Not right away. I want to, but later. I don't want to be too tired at the party. If you don't mind."

Bharat shook his head. "Later is fine," he murmured, rolling off
her body.

Anuja turned over and kissed him lasciviously as the second man watched. She pressed her breasts to his chest, tonguing his ear and sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth. Her fingers caressed his thick penis. Quickly, she slid her face down to his groin and took his penis in her mouth.

"How I love your cock, Bharat," she murmured. "I wish you could fuck me forever. All over. All the time."

The servant laughed and pushed her away. "Enough for now, whore."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She giggled and got up, coiling her long hair in a loose bun on the nape of her neck and got to her feet.

The man opened the door and she walked out, her breasts bouncing with every step. Bharat followed behind her. Outside, naked, she paused and looked back at
the man in the room.

He watched her with flat, dark expressionless eyes. Bharat stopped and touched her elbow. She sighed sadly, and with a small, rueful smile, turned around. Her servant took her in his arms and they kissed deeply, their bodies pressed together.

Her hand slid between his thighs, and he caressed her naked buttocks.

The man watched impassively. Bharat grinned at him and winked lewdly. He pushed down on Anuja's shoulders and immediately she slid to her knees before him and began to suck his penis again. Slowly, it swelled erect.

Bharat fucked her face gently, rocking her head back and forth before his groin, pumping his hips at her head.

"Man," he said, shaking his head. "You don't know what you're missing here. Your wife's one helluva piece of ass! Too bad you can't fuck her!"

He laughed derisively. Anuja's husband watched in silence. Her head was rolling and bobbing, moving up and down and back and forth and their servant's enormous, erect penis glistened as it went in and out of her distended mouth. Bharat laughed again and looked down at Anuja.

"Good thing I'm around," he laughed. "She loves having me fuck her, don't you, cunt?"

Anuja nodded with a smile and sucked his cock eagerly. She looked over her shoulder at her husband. His face was like stone, but his eyes were transfixed on the sight of her sucking her servant's penis.

Bharat grabbed her head and turned it around and began to fuck her mouth rapidly.

"Take it, bitch!" he growled. "Show the bastard how much you like suckin' my cock! Suck it hard! Yeh! That's it! Suck it good, whore! Yeh! See! She likes it even when it's not for your fuckin' movies! Look at her!"

He pushed her away and turned her on all fours again and dropped to his knees behind her. Pulling her buttocks open, he squeezed his cock through into her cunt. Anuja gasped loudly, her head snapping up and lurched forward.

Her breasts swung and the gold chain around her neck tossed against her chin.

"Ohh ma Unhhhh OHHHH, Bharat! Yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasped.

"Hear that?" Bharat laughed, taunting her husband. "Hear the bitch? She wants it! My cock! Mine! Not yours! What kind of man are you anyway?"

He flexed his buttocks and rammed his cock into Anuja's cunt. She cried out, jerking on her hands and knees under him. Bharat grunted and slammed into her again.

"Look at her!" he shouted, squeezing her pendulous breasts, ram-fucking her cunt. "Look at me! I'm fucking your goddamned wife and you can't do shit about it! Because she loves it, the whore! She loves it! Right, cunt? Hah? C'mon, whore, answer me!"

He gripped her hair and jerked her head up to face her husband. Anuja's dark eyes were glassy and bright with lust.

"Yes!" she cried. "I love it, Bharat! I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Impassively, her husband watched their servant fuck her like a wild animal. Bharat held her waist and hammered his hips at her buttocks, plunging his penis in and out of her cunt.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

His cock was thick and long and dark and it squelched and rasped, glistening with their coital juices. Her breasts jiggled and she rocked under his thrusts, her cries loud and lewd. Bharat laughed in her husband's face.

"Watch this!" he chortled, and began ram-fucking her savagely, pounding his hips at her, ramming and reaming his cock into her.

Anuja's face contorted and she cried out, twisting and writhing under him as the huge penis burst into her cunt-flesh again and again.

"Got a nice hot tight cunt, the bitch! Tight as a vice, hot as a furnace. Too bad you can't feel it on your prick, asshole!"

The man said nothing. Anuja was moaning feverishly, lurching and jerking herself back and forth on the servant's swollen penis, begging him to fuck her harder.

Bharat slammed his penis violently into her and she cried out sharply, the breath rushing from her throat, her mouth tearing open. Bharat laughed and held still, buried deep inside her.

Quickly, he sank back onto his haunches, drawing her up with him so that she was impaled backwards on his penis, her legs folded under her thighs and outside his hips. Bharat squeezed her breasts and nuzzled the nape of her neck.

"Yeh ... nice tits ... c'mere, jock ... come and feel them ... she likes having them squeezed like this ... nice and hot and heavy... real juicy ... nice hard nips, too! Come on, man ... fuck her some!"

The man didn't move. His expression didn't change. His eyes never left the writhing pair before him. He watched as his wife groaned and squirmed her hips on their servant's lap, grinding her cunt on his penis.

"Yeh, that's it babe ... round and round ... nice and tight ...mmm yeh ... squeeze your cunt on my cock, whore ... yeh ... like that!"

Her belly sucked in and rippled and her husband watched the servant's penis grinding round and round in her crotch. She turned her face to Bharat behind her, looping an arm over his head, her mouth open, her tongue lasciviously seeking his.

"See?" Bharat laughed. "She wants me, cock! Me! Your effing servant, man! Your servant!"

He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and she responded wantonly. Her hands were on her breasts, squeezing and crushing the heavy mounds in unfaked excitement. She tongued his ear erotically.

"Come on Bharat ... fuck my cunt!" she groaned.

Bharat threw his head back and laughed in delight.

"Hear that? Hear the bitch? She wants me to fuck her, man! Me! And I can do it anywhere I like! In her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth... anywhere!"

He pressed his finger to her lips and she sucked it sexily.

"Come on, wanna try fucking her mouth, stud?" Bharat said softly. "Shove your cock in her face! She gives great head, loves sucking cock. Feels great! Want to try?"

The man stared, unblinking, inscrutable as Bharat traced her open lips with his fingertip.

"Put it in, man ... come on ... try it! She wants it -- don't you, cunt?"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Come on ... please ... fuck my mouth! I want to suck your fat cock!"

"C'mon, you sonofabitch!" Bharat shouted. "She's your goddamned wife, man, your wife! You're supposed to fuck her! You have the right, man, not me!"

There was no reaction from Anuja's husband. He kept watching. Anger and frustration blazed in Bharat's eyes. He scowled.

"Forget him, bitch," he growled, twisting Anuja's face back to his and kissing her hard. "It's just you and me from here on. He's never going to fuck you ... never! It's just us, babe ... just us!"

"Yes," Anuja moaned, arching her tongue into her servant's mouth. "Come on, Bharat ... fuck me ... fuck me like a whore, Bharat ...fuck me hard!"

Anuja began to rock up and down on Bharat's inflamed penis as her husband looked on. He watched the spasms of excitement and lust on her pretty face, the way her luscious breasts jumped and jiggled. Her lips were parted and her eyes were half-shut, glittering with excitement.

Her cunt ran up and down the length of their servant's dark, shining penis. Anuja's husband could see the thick, pulsating veins along its length.

He watched as she reached down and squeezed her lover's heavy balls and then flicked her clit rapidly with one elegant finger. With the other hand she squeezed her breasts in an erotic frenzy.

Behind her, the powerful muscles in the servant's dark, deep, hairless torso rippled smoothly as he bucked and moved in tandem with her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Come on ... come on ... take it ... take it ... take my cock, slut!" he grunted.

"Yes ... yes ... Ohhhh yes ... OH unhh OHHhh yes! Oh god yes!" she gasped.

Faster and faster they moved, and Anuja's belly sucked in with the strain as she bucked frenetically on her servant's cock. He held her hips and jerked her up and down on his penis.

She leaned back against him, turning her face to kiss him feverishly, and he squeezed her swollen breasts. She gasped and stiffened and her hips swung in tight, erotic circles as she ran her cunt down onto the throbbing cock-shaft between her thighs.

Leaning forward on outstretched arms, her head arched up, her lovely face crossed with lust, her long hair tossing, she began to move even faster, jerking her buttocks frenziedly back and forth on Bharat's penis.

He gasped and arched his body, leaning back on his hands, thrusting his hips at hers in wild abandon. Her breasts jumped and jiggled and the gold necklace around her neck slithered this way and that.

Bharat cried out, arching his hips hard and she gasped, her face twisting. He banged his hips up and down beneath her.

"C'mon! C'mon, bitch, c'mon! Take it! Take my cock! Oh yeh! OH god yes!"

"AHHHHHH! UNNHHHHH AHHHHHH unhhhh OHhhh Bharat! Bharat! OhmaunhhhOHHH!" she gasped.

She exploded violently, the breath hissing from her throat. Her cunt sank down his shaft, squeezing it tight and he cried out, wincing, arching up into her till his cock was buried deep in her cunt.

He, too, orgasmed and Anuja's moaned softly, chewing her lower lip, her hand fondling his shaft. Her husband watched it twitch and quiver inside her flesh as he emptied his load.

Groaning, she eased herself off Bharat's penis. It was still spurting. Gunk splashed on her belly and cunt and thighs and she ran her fingers sexily through it, massaging it deep into her cunt-flesh. Bharat gasped softly.

Both of them looked at her husband. A cold smile flickered on his lips. His eyes were dark and still.

"Thank you," he said in a steady, quiet voice. "I enjoyed that."

He dropped his hand to his crotch and unzipped his trousers. His erect penis, nine inches long and correspondingly thick, bounced out. It was an attractive, desirable, erotic organ. Anuja looked at it longingly. His smile widened slightly and his dark eyes glittered once and then were flat again.

He masturbated rapidly for a few seconds, pumping his fist and twitching his hips, his eyes on her face. He orgasmed quickly, without emotion.

Abruptly, thick streamers of jizz spurted from his cock-head and arched through the air, catching Anuja on her face and breasts and belly and thighs.

Anuja drew her hand through the sticky spoot on her cheeks and licked her fingers wantonly, still trying to tempt him. He shook his head slowly, his smile growing.

"Never," he said softly. "Never. It's not going to happen."

He shook his cock clean, tucked his penis back into his trousers, zipped them, wiped his hands on the handkerchief.

"That will do," he nodded, turning away. "I am satisfied. You may go now."

The door clicked shut behind him. Anuja remained on her knees, her head bowed between her outstretched arms.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"It'll never work, will it, Bharat?" she muttered softly.

Her servant kissed her shoulder gently and slid his hands around to cup her breasts. For a long minute, they knelt together. The silence grew. Anuja sighed at last and turned her face to her servant.

"I guess we'll just have to keep trying, won't we? You and me and the rest."

"Yes," he said. "I guess so. I'm sorry."

She smiled gently and kissed his lips. "Thanks, Bharat. You're a darling."

He grinned and nibbled her earlobe. "Can't say I regret it, babe. I kind of like this, being able to fuck you when I want."

She giggled. "I know. And I really like fucking you, too."

"That's good enough for now."

"Yes, I suppose you're right."

They stood up and, turning to one another, kissed gently. She wound her arms around her servant's neck and caressed his hard torso gently.

"I'd be lost without you, Bharat," she said, slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth.

"Mm. Me, too." He stroked her curved body, fondling her breasts and buttocks tenderly.

"Go," she said at last. "Go get the things ready for the evening. I'll shower and change and come and help you."

They parted at last and she went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. It was a large, elegantly furnished room, utterly feminine, without a hint of a man's presence. Anuja crossed the room to the large, opulent bathroom, finished in emerald granite and gold fittings.

She adjusted the water mix in the bathtub-cum-jacuzzi, added bathing salts and bath foam. While the tub filled, she douched her cunt on the bidet and then shampooed her hair in the glass-fronted shower cubicle.

She lingered under the hot massage spray, enjoying the sting of water on her body.
The tub was half-full when she finished. She dimmed the lights and slipped into the steaming water with a sigh.

The steam filled the bathroom with the delicate aroma of the soap suds and bathing salts.

The bathtub and shower were ranged across the length of the far wall. A single, unbroken panel of one-way glass rose from the rim of the tub to the ceiling and stretched down the wall. The apartment was a penthouse suite.

Anuja looked out. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, and the city lights were flickering on quietly. The sky was painted in magical hues of pink and orange and gold.

Anuja smiled to herself. Reaching forward, she pulled the slim handshower from its wall bracket and levered the water tap on with one toe, deftly adjusting the water temperature.

Smiling contentedly, she slid lower in the water, moving the shower down over her breasts.

The fierce water jet hammered her nipples, arousing them instantly, and her pulse quickened in erotic excitement.

Her breasts swelled and she squeezed one gently, pinching her rigid nipple. Bending her knees, she spread her legs wide and moved the shower slowly down over her belly to her crotch.

Adjusting the shower head control to the massage position, she dragged it down to her cunt-lips. Now the spray was in sharp, pulsating jets and she moaned softly to herself as it caressed her clitoris gently.

Her hips writhed and undulated and the water in the tub rocked in slow, heaving waves. Opening her cunt-lips wide with one hand, she pressed the shower-head into her cunt and held it there.

The sensation was wonderfully erotic, gentle yet relentless. Anuja closed her eyes and savoured the pleasure. She dragged it out, occasionally moving the shower head away to her breasts or further down to her anus.

She masturbated with the hand-shower for a long time, heightening her pleasure by prolonging it. At last, she permitted herself the luxury of release, arching steeply in the rocking water, her hips juddering upward, her head flung back, her mouth open in a shuddering moan.

The orgasm was long and intense, stretching almost endlessly, till she was breathless and dizzy with ecstasy.

At last, it ebbed and she toed the tap off and settled back into the water, her head resting on the bathtub rim, her eyes closed, relaxed and at peace.

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The handsome young servant pressed his eye cautiously to the keyhole of the locked door. His vision was framed by the aperture. He held his breath and watched the seventeen-year old girl within the room.

Humming to herself, Anuja selected a cassette and popped it into the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number began playing, with a steady, insistent beat.

Snapping her fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of closets.

The servant's view was obscured by the open leaf. She closed it, her arms full of clothes and dumped them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door.

She flipped open a box of assorted chocolates from the bedside table and, selecting one, popped it into her mouth.

There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long white *kurta*, pulled it off her head. The servant gasped behind the door.

He could see hear naked back, the bra straps. She tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it rustled to her feet. Her panties were very small, white.

Humming, she turned and now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.

She was very lovely. Dusky, sensual, fleshy, with large, dark eyes, lined with *kajal*, thick black hair that fell to her waist in a braid.

Her skin was smooth and clear, with several attractive and sexy birth-marks on her face and neck. He saw one on the inside of her left breast.

Her breasts were large and full and heavy, with a devastating cleavage. She wore a gold chain around her neck. It glistened against her tawny skin. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared perfectly, to sweetly curved buttocks and long, firm legs.

Her limbs were smoothly turned and her feet and hands were elegant and shapely, beneath slender wrists and ankles.

She wore a silver toe-ring, two diamond rings on one finger, a small diamond nose-stud, matching ear-rings. A *bindi* dotted the middle of her forehead. Her nose was slightly heavy, but perfect on her. Her lips were full and luscious and her teeth were perfect, white and strong and even.

Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious brown globes bare. He could see the stubs of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles through the fine material.

Her panties were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from either side of the V. The darkness of her delta was clearly visible. The servant groaned softly as he watched her.

She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra. Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her rounded shoulders and her breasts bounced free.

She tossed the bra into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The servant stared at her naked body in mounting desire.

The dark triangle of her cunt mesmerized him.

As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The servant watched her breasts bouncing.

She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her long braid into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating the sweep of her neck.

The gold chain glistened on her flesh. Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She
looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She held her palms between her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Gently, she began to thumb her nipples. Moistening her finger with her tongue, she rubbed her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened and she pinched them gently, tweaking and twirling the hard stubs.

The servant saw her breathing get shallower and more rapid, the tensing of her body, the parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, all the unmistakable signs of sexual arousal.

She squeezed her breasts in her hands, the flesh squeezing between her fingertips and arched her head, her tongue arching lasciviously over her upper lip.

Outside, watching her, the servant groaned and pulled his erect cock out of his shorts and began to masturbate slowly. He pressed his eye to the keyhole again. She was still fondling her beautiful breasts.

Anuja knew she was being watched. He had been doing this for some weeks now and, long ago, she had seen the dark eye glittering beyond the keyhole and knew it was him.

She felt no revulsion or shame, rather enjoyed the attention. She was horny and sexy, and the man was sexy. So what if he was only a servant? He was a human being, after all, and a very desirable one.

He was quite tall and dark and muscular, with a finely chiseled face and the strong features of the warrior Maratha caste. His eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine and straight, his mouth lean and wide.

His shoulders were broad, his chest cleaved and muscular and hard and his belly was a slab of rock. His waist was narrow, his hips were high and buttocks taut.

His arms and legs bore thick bunches of musculature. She knew his body was lean and tough, his torso smoothly hairless. She had often watched him as he came out of his bath in his shorts and nothing else, toweling his thick, tousled hair.

His nipples were small and dark and pulled low and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals.

All said and done, Baban was one sexy hunk of a man and she liked the fact that he desired her. One day, she promised herself, she would entice him to fuck her.

Baban knew nothing of this. His lust for her body was overpowering, and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched as she continued to fondle herself, squeezing and massaging her generous, gorgeous breasts.

How he wanted to feel them, take them in his hands, sense their weight and fullness, feel the stiffness of her nipples in his fingers, watch her pleasure as his hands, not hers, moved over her irresistible flesh.

He gasped softly. In the room, Anuja smiled wantonly at her reflection and slid a hand down to her crotch. Baban watched her face crease in pleasure as she teased her cunt-lips open and rubbed her finger along the slit.

She gasped and her hips lurched, her buttocks writhing and twitching. Her mouth fluttered open and, slowly, she slid a finger into her cunt. Gently, she masturbated before the mirror, moving her finger in and out of her slit, twisting it round and round, while her other hand fondled her visibly swollen breasts.

She gasped softly and her hand moved faster in her crotch, her wrist pumping back and forth. Her hips twitched and lurched, rocking and jerking back and forth, and her fingers were frenzied on her breasts.

Baban groaned in despair. She deserved better than her fingers; she deserved a cock, a big, thick cock in her cunt.

Obviously, Anuja felt no differently. She kept masturbating and, as he watched, leaned forward on an outstretched arm, her hand on the dresser counter and spread her feet wide.

Her buttocks splayed open and Baban had an unobstructed view of her puckered anus and her unfurled cunt-lips with her slender, shapely, elegant finger arched into it, rocking in and out, in and out.

In the mirror, her upturned face was a vision of lust, her mouth a wide 'O'.

Baban pumped his cock eagerly, moaning and gasping. In the room, Anuja's body rocked back and forth and he saw her pendulous breasts jiggling and bouncing, saw, too, the expression of delight on her face and her finger, wet and sticky, wriggling and darting into her tender cunt-flesh.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and pulled out something. Baban gasped when he saw that it was a *dandiya*, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual, traditional *raas-garba* dances.

He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes dilated and glassy, her nostrils flared, Anuja moved away from the mirror.

The bed had a carved wooden head-board and a matching, slightly lower foot-board. There was a decorative mirror above the bed, too. The ends of the foot-board bore carved wooden knobs, raised high, just below groin-level.

Baban watched pop-eyed as she mounted the knob, spreading her legs on either side of it, one foot on the bed with her knee deeply bent, the other on the floor, her back to him.

Slowly, she eased her cunt down onto it, and in the mirror, her face spasmed with lust and her head arched back and her mouth jerked wide open as she sank her cunt onto the knob.


He watched her moan, heard her voice, soft and husky and sexily sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and forced her cunt deeper onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh, the entire knob and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft.

Whimpering, she rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the wood. Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork.

Baban saw her buttocks flex tight, open, flex again and then she was fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down.

Her face turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her tongue swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip. How he longed to fuck her mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His fingers were sticky with gunk.

On the bed's foot-board, Anuja gasped and moaned, rocking her body back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her cunt ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt churning itself with the knob.

She caressed her swinging, pendulous breasts sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked back and forth. Groaning, she fumbled for the *dandiya*. Slowing her motions, she paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the narrower end of the *dandiya* into it.

Pulling it out, she smeared it slowly and then her hand went between her buttocks and Baban saw her anoint her anus and understood what she was going to do and his jaw dropped in shock and astonishment.

Moaning, Anuja leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the *dandiya* in the other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the lubricated tip of the rod to her anus.

He saw her pause and then her arm flexed and she pushed the *dandiya* into her asshole. Her head snapped up and he heard her cry.

"OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"

Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed in a trismus of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and sank deeper onto the upright pole and knob.

The hand behind her began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the *dandiya* in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt slid up and down the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning, gasping, rocking and lurching. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he saw that her nipples were nut-hard.

Her hand rocked behind her back, moving the *dandiya* in and out of her anus faster and faster, deeper and deeper. With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed, her back bowing inward, her face jerking up and contorting with lust, the hand behind her back tensing, pressing the *dandiya* deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply onto the bedpost.

On and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest heaving till it gradually ebbed.

Slowly, she slid the *dandiya* out of her anus and gingerly lifted her cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the bed and lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the floor, her chest heaving.

He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for her thighs were spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts again, and her hand slid down her body to her cunt and she slid her finger sensuously up and down the wet slit.

Baban thought the sight of her dark, wet cunt against her slender, bejeweled finger was incredibly erotic.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

At last she rose and smiled to herself. It was a satisfied, sensual, wanton look, her eyes glittering with pleasure.

Baban saw that she was sweating, beads of perspiration dotting her upper lip and coursing between her breasts.

She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her breasts bounced as she walked.

The bathroom was positioned so that her every move was reflected in the mirror above the bed outside, or the one above the dressing table and so fully visible to Baban at the keyhole.

He watched her on the toilet, douching herself carefully and then she went into the shower, humming to herself. Baban watched as she bathed and shampooed. When she soaped herself, her hands roaming her breasts and buttocks and thighs, lathering her crotch, Baban saw her smile again in pleasure.

She plucked the hand shower from its bracket in the wall and adjusted the spray to a hard, drumming, spurt. She ran it over her breasts and he saw her nipples harden.

Then she spread her legs and, arching her head, directed the jet into her slit. Baban watched her move it closer to her cunt-lips.

Finally, she had it jammed to her cunt-lips and with her other hand she turned the tap up full. The water pressure must have been terrific gauging from her reaction for she gasped and her hips lurched and her head snapped back and she moaned wantonly.

Again she squeezed her breasts in excitement as the water drummed and hammered into her cunt.

Her hips twitched and jerked back and forth. She clenched the shower-rod and gasped and her face contorted in a rictus of pleasure, her head arching back, falling forward, rolling from side to side as she moved the water-jet around in her groin.

A few minutes later, she emerged from the bath with a towel wrapped around her waist, her torso bare. Her body glistened with water. Absurdly, there was a big, long carrot on her desk.

Taking it, she turned and advanced to the door. Baban froze, terrified that she might fling it open and catch him. Instead, she stopped and slowly dropped her towel.

Her cunt was inches from his eye, just on the other side of the door. His vision filled with it.

He stared at it greedily, longing to plunge his now throbbing penis into it again and again, to feel its heat and wetness and tightness.

She parted her cunt-lips and he saw clearly the tender bright cunt-flesh, the hard stub of her clitoris and he longed to suck it, nibble it, taste the juice that seemed to flow still for the flesh was wet.

Anuja lay on the floor on her back and spread her legs wide, lifting her feet to the wall on either side of the door beyond which Baban knelt, gasping and gaping. Now she was right in front of him and he was looking between her split legs, straight down at her unfurled cunt.

Anuja smiled wantonly at the door, and, holding the carrot, inserted it slowly into her cunt.

Her arms were stretched and her breasts bunched between them. Baban gasped. Slowly, she began to masturbate, moving the carrot in and out of her cunt.

He watched it grow wet and shiny with her cunt-juices. She murmured in pleasure and her hips lurched and rocked and her body rocked gently back and forth.

She moved the carrot in and out of her cunt, round and round. Licking a fingertip, she moistened her aureoles and caressed her breasts sensuously while her other hand kept working between her legs.

On and on she went and finally exploded, gasping and mewing, her hips arching and lurching upward. Slowly, she slid the carrot out of her slit and, with a lascivious grin, began to nibble on it.

All this time, her eyes were on the door and it seemed as if she knew he was there and wanted him to be. *Fuck me*, she seemed to say. *I want you*.

It was what he desired more than anything else in the world and, on the other side of the door, so did sheGroaning, Baban exploded, flooding his hand with jizz.

And then she got up and hung her towel over the doorknob, covering the keyhole and eclipsing his pleasure.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Come on, Baban ... lick my slit ... fuck me with your tongue!" The teenager's voice was husky and sibilant, deeply erotic.

The darkly handsome, hard-bodied youth smiled down at the lovely, dusky seventeen-year old girl sprawled wantonly before him. Her body was luscious, already ripened into womanhood, with large breasts and flared hips.

Her belly was firm and flat, her arms and legs smooth and slender. Her face was sensuous, slightly heavy-lipped and fleshy-nosed, but sexy all the same.

Her eyes were large and dark, rimmed with *kajal*, and her hair was thick and long, twisted into a long braid. Baban liked his women earthy and sensual.

The young servant smiled and thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja gasped softly and arched her back in pleasure. His tongue rippled down her sodden cunt-lips and through moist flesh within.

It felt wonderful. Anuja spread her legs still wider and, gripped is head in her crotch, her hips raised high. His tongue swirled through her cunt-flesh and flickered against her gorged clitoris.

She moaned softly. He slid his hands up to her turgid breasts and squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples. Anuja sighed in pleasure, writhing on the bed. His tongue jabbed into her cunt and she gasped loudly, arching her back.

"Ohh! OH! Oh yes! Yes! Ohh! Unhhh! Ohhhh!"

Her face flipped languorously from side to side, her lips parted in a gentle 'O' of pleasure. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed as though she was being fucked, and her large breasts jiggled erotically. She squeezed them in rising excitement, moaning with pleasure.

Three months earlier, a virgin then, she offered herself to Baban on a hot afternoon when she was alone at home. Her father was at work, and her mother was at a ladies' luncheon.

Anuja was feeling sexy and she lay in bed, masturbating gently and unhurriedly with
a large, long white radish. She slid the vegetable gently in and out of her cunt and wondered what it would feel like to have a real penis in her flesh. If only there was a man available.

The realisation hit her suddenly and she stopped. Baban. Of course. Baban was available. He was in the house, and they were alone. Anuja's pulse quickened. For a second, she hesitated, pondering the risks and the consequences if they were caught.

But her sexuality would not be denied. It was high time she had a lover. And Baban had entered her fantasies frequently.

Anuja's knowledge of sex came from biology text-books and her father's sex manuals she read surreptitiously when her parents were out of the house.

Since fourteen, when she discovered her sexuality, she had experimented with herself, masturbating daily, often several times a day, with a number of household objects: hairbrushes, toothbrushes, bananas, vegetables -- cucumbers, gourds, the long white radishes -- the handles of the wooden clothes- paddle handle and her tennis racquets; anything served.

She had a vivid imagination and fantasised constantly. No matter how often she masturbated, it was never enough; the sense of dissatisfaction persisted. She longed for the real thing.

Abandoning the radish, her heart racing with excitement, Anuja got up. She knotted her hair quickly behind her head and, for a second, debated what to wear. Looking around, she spotted her tennis gear, and grinned in delight.

Quickly, she slipped into her white cotton T-shirt and short tennis skirt, deliberately abjuring all underwear. She braided her hair and, holding her shoes in one hand, her racquets in the other, she twirled before her full-length mirror.

The T-shirt was translucent and her breasts and nipples and aureoles were clearly visible. Her breasts bounced as she moved and she thought it very erotic.

Bending over, she smiled at her reflection as she saw her skirt slide up her thighs and reveal her buttocks and naked cunt beneath. Perfect. Baban would not be able to resist her.

He was in the hall, sweeping the floor on his haunches when she entered and dumped her sports bag on the sofa seat. For a moment, she looked at him with a rush of pleasure.

He moved smoothly and easily in the difficult position, crabbing across the floor, the muscles rippling in his thighs and shoulders.

He wore a tight white vest and baggy shorts. He looked up at her and she saw the swift intake of breath.

"I'm going to the club. Tennis," she murmured, eyeing him lasciviously.

He stared at her and nodded slowly. She turned her back and bent forward at the waist over the back of the couch to pick up her bag, her feet spread apart.

Her skirt slid up, high over her hips and she heard him gasp when he saw her naked buttocks and thighs, the puckered darkness of her anus, the bewitching fuzz of her cunt.

With her legs spread, her cunt-lips opened slightly and he could even see the tender flesh within. She paused for the merest fraction of a second, letting him have a good look. The swish of his broom stopped. There was utter silence. The broom clattered to the floor. Anuja didn't move.