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He studied her body dispassionately, took light readings, adjusted his arcs and spots, wound the camera up on its tripod.

"Ready when you are," he said.

"I'm ready. Give me the props."

He stepped around the camera and handed her a box of dildoes and vibrators. Kavita selected two and lay back. Avinash returned behind the cameras, making the final adjustments.

"Okay, on my count of three. One. Two. Three, rolling!"

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Avinash shot extensive footage of Kavita masturbating with the dildo and vibrator. He ran a quality video film and several rolls of colour transparencies.

He took close-ups of her cunt and anus, of her face and breasts, lingering on shots of her moving a vibrator in and out of her wet slit, another in and out of her anus. She used different positions, moving naturally and without thinking.

He didn't interrupt, continuing to shoot till she orgasmed. When she was done, he straightened and, without another glance at her, began to dismantle the equipment. Kavita packed the dildoes and vibrators away and left the room.

Karan walked in without knocking. "Hey, stud. Done?"

"Just. Twenty minutes of non-stop frigging. Including cunt and ass."

"Good stuff?"

"Good enough. What's next?"

"Room two. Tanu. Then Room four, Nimisha."

"Who's that?"

"The new one. The hot number from Peddar Road."

"Oh, her."

Nimisha was a dusky, attractive woman in her mid-twenties, caught in a ridiculous marriage to an overweight, sexually incompetent businessman with inherited money and no brains.

They discovered her recently, when one of Kavita's clients, a handsome young chauffeur, mentioned that he was balling his *memsahib*, too. Karan moved in immediately, getting the chauffeur to drug her and get her to the hotel where Avinash shot some particularly raw footage of her with the chauffeur and then with two strangers.

The ensuing blackmail worked like a charm. Nimisha had become a regular.

He carted his gear to the second room, where, Tanu, a reasonably attractive young girl with big breasts and a lovely smile, was preparing to service a good-looking middle-aged client.

The man was trim and well-built and he had a satisfyingly thick penis. Tanu loved her work; at twenty-two, she was a natural, and her enthusiasm for sex was boundless.

Avinash smiled at her, nodded to the client and quickly set up his tackle.

Fifteen minutes later, he was roving around the bed, his shutter clicking rapidly as Tanu moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing, while the client fucked her slowly from behind.

A little later, he was filming Nimisha and he grinned his approval as he watched her moan and gasp, her body heaving and writhing, her hips bucking up and down as a swarthy man with a hairy chest ran his cock in and out of her cunt.

Six months had passed since Karan and his gang burst into their hotel room. Avinash was now very much a member of the team, the mainstay of the photo unit. His work was astounding, erotic, sensual, steamy.

The blackmail never failed. At his instance, they began to lend the tapes, too, often to the subjects themselves, and to local video parlours in slums and shanties. The income was
substantial and the demand high.

While Karan continued to head the gang, Avinash was now indubitably the second in command.

The camera mesmerized him. He no longer felt the need to copulate. The few times he got into bed, with Sheela or Shilpa or Tanu, the experiences were unsatisfactory and he lost interest within minutes, preferring to return to the camera without orgasming.

There, he shot footage and this invariably excited him, and he came hard and copiously, filming the woman he had tried to fuck copulate with another man. Karan said he was a basket-case.

Sheela said he was a pathetic waste of male flesh. Avinash grinned and ignored them. He didn't mind. It was true. The women no longer aroused him themselves. Nothing they did truly moved him.

It was only when he was filming them, sweating and moaning and thrashing and writhing, or studying the results in his films and colour blow-ups, that he felt aroused and came.

At home, he was a handsome, intelligent, dutiful son, the pride of the family. He did well at his college examinations, scoring high and placing in the honour rolls.

He applied to a prominent engineering college, sat the admission test and did even better.
The college welcomed him eagerly and gave him a choice of specializations. He selected electronics.

The college was in the suburbs of Bombay, not far from the hotel they used as a brothel. Avinash was relieved to be out of the cloying atmosphere at home, free of his mother's syrupy fussing and his father's quiet, but equally stifling, puffed-chest macho conceit in Avinash's achievements.

In college, he was widely regarded with admiration. Quiet, studious and meticulous, his work was held up as exemplary. He said little, but when he spoke, people listened with respect.

Invariably, his ideas were supported by closely reasoned arguments that reflected a deep understanding of the science and technology. Soon, he was seen a brilliant innovator with a fine grasp of theory, tipped as the student most likely to succeed in his career.

He had few hobbies; reading, music and, of course, photography. He became the secretary of the college photography club and, under his stewardship, it hosted the first ever public exhibition of the students' work.

The show received wide publicity and his own work was praised in the daily press. His parents almost burst with pride.

He divided his time between the college and the hotel. His pornographic films became even more sophisticated and slick. He had a number of new and exciting ideas about the business.

Gradually, Karan began to look to him for guidance and their positions reversed. Now the team operated under his instructions and Karan was his chief lieutenant.

He generated more money by raising the girls' rates and putting on specials where the girls performed live, realising that there were people who enjoyed watching sex as much as having it.

Copies of his films were circulated discreetly on video tape among select clientele at high cost; they were much in demand. He put together several pornographic magazines of the stills shot by himself, Santosh and Mukesh.

With the rising income, he bought better and more sophisticated equipment and trained the other two in its use. The products got better and better.

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When Kavita got married, Karan and the others wanted to release her from service. Avinash would have none of it. By this time, he was clearly the one calling the shots.

Kavita continued to whore for the gang. Avinash laughed and said that she would be a special; there were lots of men who wanted to fuck another man's wife. Kavita had ceased to care.

For a few months after her marriage, she continued to work and then contrived to get herself pregnant. Avinash was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it. Reluctantly, he agreed to let her go.

More girls were recruited, and soon they had the entire top floor of the hotel on an annual retainer for their exclusive use. It was an immensely profitable enterprise and the services and products on sale were outstanding.

By the time he graduated, four years later, Avinash was almost a millionaire. Leaving college, he immediately set up an electronics company, manufacturing state-of-the-art optical and audio equipment.

The business was an instant success, and grew rapidly. He added a sophisticated, computer graphics division and his research division was soon reckoned as among the finest in the world. Their products were expensive, but held their own with established brands.

His fascination with the technology grew with his business and, soon, he was more entranced by the capability of his equipment rather than what he actually did with it. He seldom visited the brothel, leaving it to Karan to manage and restricted himself to supervising the quality of the products and services.

The equipment was constantly being upgraded, the services continually improved. Medical services were now available in-house. They took over the hotel and refurbished it entirely, taking on two more floors for the brothel and adding an intimate theatre for live-sex shows.

He had no sex life. He watched films and shows when he felt the need, masturbating repeatedly till he was sated.

When he wanted time off, he called for a girl and made her perform for his personal pleasure with another man, making them copulate endlessly while he filmed and photographed the sex.

The brothel became difficult to manage alone. It cut into the time he preferred to spend with his electronics company. He wanted to go public with its shares, wanted to grow and move to international markets.

The brothel held him back and became an irritant.

Just when he was wondering about a way to close it down, he received an offer from a competitor. Something called Hedon & Venery was interested in taking over his operation. He hesitated.

They were patient. He dawdled. A young man came to see him. Kishore was a devastatingly handsome, cultured youth with an incredible physique. They discussed it in his board room. Kishore was gentle, persistent, patient. Avinash expressed reservations. He knew nothing about Hedon & Venery. Kishore smiled.

"You don't need to know about us, sir," he said smoothly.

"I think I do."

"With respect, sir, I disagree. May I point out that, on the other hand, we know quite a lot about you?"

"What does that mean?"

Kishore smiled and motioned to his assistant, another good-looking youth. The man put three folders before Avinash.

"What is this?"

"Please. Do have a look."

Casually, Avinash flipped the first folder open and flicked a couple of pages. He froze. He felt his heart pounding in his breast and he began to sweat, his body cold.

They were dossiers.

Full, detailed dossiers, complete with dates, names, places, amounts, photographs. About his brothel. All its operations. Its accounts and revenue. Its structure and management. Everything.

He opened the second. It contained a similar dissection of his electronics company. It showed the amounts he had siphoned off and diverted to expansion of the brothel business.

The amounts he had sent abroad illegally. His smooth duping of banks, financial institutions, investors. The way in which he had amassed a personal fortune and how he had invested it.

Struggling to remain calm, he closed it and opened the third.

It was the most horrifying. It had a detailed account of how he had come into the brothel business, with whom and when, what he had done since. There were photographs. Stills from his tapes.

Shots of him filming the sexual antics. Shots of him orgasming as a couple writhed before his array of cameras.

He closed the folder and gently put it down. Kishore looked at him impassively. Avinash tried to keep his voice and manner neutral, inscrutable.

"Interesting. You have long arms."

"Very long, sir."

"Blackmail, then."

"No sir."

"What, then?"

"Merely a way of persuasion, sir. One that you are not unfamiliar with yourself, if I may be so bold. Going back to the time with Kavita. Then others. Nimisha, I believe, is still in service."

"Indeed."

He smiled thinly. Nimisha was still very much in active operation at his brothel. Just a few days earlier, he had watched her at work as a young client laboured over her luscious body, moaning and gasping as he rocked his cock greedily in and out of her cunt.


Nimisha whimpered and writhed under her lover, her hips juddering up and down, her body rocking and lurching under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her face a mask of lust.

Her *kajal* rimmed eyes were glassy with lust, her mouth open, her nostrils flared. She moaned thickly and begged for more. The client plunged into her.

He looked at Kishore thoughtfully, tapping the files with a fingertip. The material was devastating. He would be ruined within days; his business, his career, the brothel, his family – he would lose everything.

He looked at Kishore. They both knew it. Avinash smiled.

"Actually, I don't believe you will use any of this."

"You're right. It's unlikely."

Avinash chuckled softly. "You people must be very good."

"Thank you, sir. We try to be."

"I cannot refuse."

"No, sir."

"How much, then?"

Kishore named the price. It was significantly higher than the first offer.

"You have the cash?"

Kishore smiled and nodded to his assistant. A briefcase was put on the table.

"The bills are unmarked." Kishore said. "You wish to have them counted?"

"That won't be necessary."

Kishore rose with a smile and held out his hand. His grip was strong and firm. Avinash looked at him steadily.

"Your boss is a lucky man."

Kishore looked at him quietly. "It has been pleasure doing business with you, sir. But this meeting never happened. I was never here. Nor my assistant. Nor you. I have no boss."

"I understand."

They left quickly. Avinash phoned the brothel and spoke to Karan. He knew already. Hedon & Venery's people were already moving in. Avinash sighed and disconnected. The phone rang.

It was his mother. He groaned. She had found another girl for him to see. His parents were now obsessed with getting him married. His protests were brushed aside. He played along, taking the path of least resistance, suffering through agonising interviews with girls, rejecting them steadily.

Here was another, someone called Anuja, a young lawyer, it seemed.

"Yes, *aai*," he said. "I'll see her. Yes, tomorrow. Yes, in the evening. No, I won't be late. Yes. I'll wear the new suit. Yes. Okay. Say hi to papa. 'Bye."

Dropping the phone, he turned in chair and looked out of the huge window and wondered what would happen next. One chapter was over, one door closed. He was knocking at another. Marriage.

He shook his head. It couldn't be. He was never going to marry. It was impossible.

It took him a week, and the tape from Rio to change his mind. He watched it repeatedly, masturbating furiously. The girl was incredible. The tape was stunning. It was a Hedon & Venery production, made by the same people he had sold out to.

He was marrying one of their girls. She would be his. He could use her as he liked. She would fuck for him. He could watch her, tape her, film her. And no one would know. His parents would be happy. He would be happy. She would keep fucking as she liked, as he liked.

It was a perfect solution. He laughed to himself.

Even the whorrorscopes matched.





End of Part 12 Whorrorscope


Next Part 13 Aurangabad Antics

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jayant and Anuja have their chance a few weeks later. Their parents go off on a two-week holiday in England, and Anuja's parents agree to let her visit Jayant in Aurangabad.

She is very excited about Jayant's engagement and says she longs to spend time with Vaishali, helping her shop for the wedding. On the phone, Vaishali's parents, too, press Anuja's parents, telling them how much it would mean to Vaishali if Anuja spent time in Aurangabad.

Jayant and his parents fly into Bombay the night before the elders are to leave. Late that night, when he is sure everyone is fast asleep, Jayant steals into Anuja's room. She is awake and waiting for him.

The curtains are drawn back. Silvery moonlight filters in through the lightly tinted windows. The airconditioner hums quietly. Anuja stands in the centre of her room, looking at her cousin.

She is wearing a sexy black fishnet nightie; it has thin, long straps and hangs from just above her nipples to a point just below her cunt. The netting lattice is widely spaced so that nothing his hidden.

Her breasts are squeezed through two of the interstices. She is naked under it. Her hair is tied in a braid. Except for the *kajal* rimming her eyes, she wears no other makeup.

Jayant stares at her, his erection straining at the material of his tight shorts. He is wearing nothing else. She looks bewitching.

The gold chain twinkles around her neck on her tawny skin. He can see the sexy little birthmarks between her breasts and on her belly. Her diamond earrings, nose-studs, finger-rings and gold bracelet catch the light.

She looks at him, hunger and excitement flashing in her dark eyes and slides her hands up her body to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them sexily.

"Jayant," she whispers. "I want you!"

He groans and rushes at her. They cling to each other, kissing and writhing feverishly, tearing off each other's clothes. Neither wants to spend time on foreplay, they must have each other, they are too hot, it has been too long.

On her back on the cool tiled floor, Anuja spreads her legs, bends her knees. Jayant leans over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slides his cock-head into her cunt. She gasps softly, arching her hips, taking his cock deep into her slit.

He groans, arching his head back, moaning thickly and drives in deeper and deeper. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and swallows him whole, convulsing greedily on its throbbing enormity.

Her body bows under his, her face lights with a suffusion of joy. Her legs wind about his hips. She digs her hands into his thick, bulging biceps.

"Fuck me!" she whispers. "Jayant ... c'mon ... fuck me hard!"

Her cousin groans and begins to fuck her rapidly, driving his cock swiftly in and out of her cunt. His loins are on fire, desperate and hungry for release. His buttocks flex and unflex alternately and his hips swing up and down in an accelerating rhythm, snapping
at the waist.

Beneath him, Anuja bites her lower lip, stifling her cries, her body rocking and jerking under his, her breasts jiggling with his deep, stabbing thrusts. Faster and faster they go, hot, hungry, eager, feverish and desperate.

She orgasms rapidly, gasping and arching, squeezing her breasts, lifting her hips high, her cunt convulsing frantically on his pistoning penis. Jayant moans thickly and rams his cock into her repeatedly till he can no longer deny the clamour in his loins.

Buried in her slit, he explodes and she whimpers, her head turning to one side, her body rocking with small jerks as the thick jets of his jizz spurt and spurt and spurt like bullets into her sodden slit.

Jayant groans and sinks down on her, his cock still hard and quivering. She writhes under him. They kiss gently, their tongues flicking in and out of each other's mouths.

He caresses her breasts. They turn on their side, his cock still in her cunt, her legs thrust forward over his and fondle each other tenderly.

"I've missed you," she murmurs.

"So have I. Missed you, I mean."

"I've had some good fucking."

"I haven't."

"Poor thing."

"With the engagement, everyone's always around me."

"Mm. And, anyway, who is there you can fuck in Aurangabad without the whole town knowing?"

"A servant, a maid, a village girl from the outskirts. I've done it before."

"No one on a regular basis, though."

"No."

"Vaishali?"

"Off and on. Not as often as we'd like. Too many people around her all the time. We've got to keep stealing away to the fields or something."

She looks at him. "Are you very tense, love?"

"A bit."

She kisses him. "Don't worry, Jayant. Everything'll be fine."

"It's risky."

"Of course it is. That's what makes it so exciting. Have you told Ramu?"

He nods. "Yes. Late last evening. He was over the moon about it. Thinks it'll work. And he's dying to fuck you again."

"I'd like to fuck him, too."

He grins and kisses her. "And so you shall, sweet coz. Not long now."

"What do you want to do tomorrow, when they've gone?"

He laughs softly. "Fuck you, of course. What else?"

She giggles. "Of course, that's understood. But where? I've made a provisional booking at Manori. Arriving late tomorrow night."

He smiles in delight. "Great! That'll be lovely. We'll stay the next day and then come back?"

"I thought that might work out. That way, we can have some fun with the servants here, too, before we leave for Aurangabad."

"Wonderful! We'll have an orgy or something."

"Yes," she laughs. "Or something. Now c'mon, Jayant ... fuck me again!"

He slides out of her, and she turns on her forearms and knees on the floor, her swollen breasts succulent and pendulous. Her cousin kneels behind her and quickly thrusts his cock, still hard and throbbing, into her cunt.

She moans softly, biting her lower lip, rocking forward under his thrust. He grunts and slides his hand up her body and squeezes her breasts. His cock burns and throbs in her hot cunt. She whimpers in pleasure.

"Take it!" he gasps. "C'mon, Anji ... take it! Take my cock, whore!"

Beneath him, Anuja moans softly. "Yes ... oh god yes! Fuck me Jayant! Fuck me hard!"

The next evening, they drive to the airport to see their parents off on the late night flight. Finally, the four elders disappear through immigration. Jayant and Anuja hurry out of the airport.

Scrambling into the car, they head for Manori and check into Osmond's hotel. As usual, he is there personally to welcome them -- and to get an assurance of his reward for his continued discretion.

He gives them a handsome suite near the pool and the beach. Anuja and Jayant are delighted. Osmond beams. Anuja decides to reward him right away. She winks quickly at Jayant, who nods imperceptibly.

She slips out of her clothes smoothly, unwinding her *sari*, dropping her petticoat, opening her blouse. She is wearing nothing under it. Her body is luscious and ripe.

Osmond gapes at her. Anuja sways up to him and, tilting her face to his, unbuckles his trousers and slips her hand into his crotch, fondling his thick penis.

"I want you, Ozzie," she murmurs. "I want your cock. Fuck me."

His trousers rustle to his feet as he kisses her hard, squeezing her breasts eagerly. Her nipples stiffen in his fingers. She slides to her knees and nuzzles his crotch. His cock is already hard and erect, long and thick, a sizable eight and a half inches long and correspondingly thick.

She flips back the foreskin and, with a soft moan, swirls her tongue lasciviously around the bulging knob of his cock-head. Osmond groans thickly.

She slips her lips around his cock-head and part of his shaft and begins to suck it hungrily and deeply, with an increasingly insistent pressure.

Osmond gasps, his corpulent body jiggling as he rocks back and forth on his feet, pumping his hips at her face, which is distended by the size of his cock. Her head rocks to and fro before him. She jerks and pumps his cock in her fist.

Watching them, Jayant gets turned on. He thinks it looks very sexy, and finds the sight of her slender fingers curled around the dark cock very erotic especially with the beautiful gold and diamond rings twinkling in the soft light.

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"Yeh ... oh fuck yes!" the fat man gasps, his face contorted with excitement and lust. "C'mon ... suck my cock ... suck it, baby ... yes ... suck harder!"

He fucks her face harder and faster, one hand on her head, rocking it to and fro before him. Anuja moans thickly deep in her cock-filled throat, squeezing her breasts wantonly as she sucks his cock.

Faster and faster he goes and now Jayant sees sticky trails of the manager's jizz on her lips and cheeks and, when she rises and squeezes her breasts over his cock, on her nipples and in her cleavage.

From the expressions on her face, he realizes that she is genuinely aroused, that she is not faking a second of this. He grins to himself; she really is a horny piece of ass.

As he watches, the manager grunts and pushes her head back. Anuja moans and, rising to her feet, moves to the bed, Osmond waddling behind. She kneels on the edge of the bed and bends over on her outstretched arms, her legs apart, her butt thrust back at him, her breasts swollen, pendulous.

"C'mon, Ozzie ... fuck me," she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder. "Fuck my slit, baby ... I want it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"

Jayant thinks she looks lovely, her face softly radiant, her luscious lips parted, her dark, *kajal*-rimmed eyes glittering, her breasts swollen, pendulous, her gold necklace dangling.

The manager is panting, his mouth open, grunting thickly like a fat animal as he shuffles closer behind her. Jayant's enjoyment of the spectacle is quite transparent. He watches, transfixed, as the corpulent man pushes his cock between the smooth, firm curves of Anuja's buttocks. His cock-head presses to her anus.

"I want to fuck your ass," Osmond gasps. "I want to butt-fuck you!"

"Later!" she cries, her buttocks swaying erotically. "Do it later ... now fuck my cunt, Ozzie ... c'mon ... please ... I want it! Fuck me like a bitch! Do it!"

The manager relents. He pushes his cock down and Jayant grins as he sees the man gasp, arching his head, flexing his buttocks, driving his fat hips forward and sinking his cock into her tight, hot, wet slit.

His penis vanishes between her buttocks and Anuja moans thickly, biting her lower lip and arching her head, rocking forward under his thrust.

The manager's chubby fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips and he begins fucking her at once with quick, jabbing thrusts, banging his groin at her buttocks, jerking her body back and forth before his.

Anuja groans softly, her body rocking to and fro on all fours, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing against her tawny skin.

"Oh my ... oh yes ... oh my uhhh yes ... ohhh yes ... take it ... ohhh yes ... take it!" the man grunts, his lard wobbling as he moves, his face almost comical in its rapture.

"Yes ... ohhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Ozzie ... fuck me!" Anuja cries loudly. "C'mon, stud ... shove it in nice and hard and deep ... give it to me, lover! Give it all to me!"

Osmond fucks her faster, without control, his hips jerking and rocking back and forth, his buttocks wobbling and jiggling. His fat jiggles and his protuberant belly and thighs slap loudly at her buttocks.

Anuja moans and gasps, rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees under him, her gold necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts.

"Ohhhhhhh yes ... oh ma yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... shove it in ... shove it in all the way, lover ... c'mon ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... that's it
... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... there Ohhh yes! C'mon ... fuck me, Ossie ... fuck me hard ... ohhh uhhh yes!"

"Oh Jeez oh Jeez oh sweet Jeez," the man gasps. "Ohhh uhh ohhh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH!"

Faster and faster he goes, hammering his hips at her buttocks, sending her body lurching and jerking back and forth with his thrusts. Her face is suffused with naked lust.

She hisses sensuously, her eyes hooded, her mouth open, her tongue arching over her upper lip, goading him on with louder obscenities.

"Oh yes ... do it, lover ... fuck me ... fuck me harder, baby ... yes ... oh god that's so good yes ... do it!"

Inflamed, he grips her swinging breasts and squeezes them hard, making her gasp and wince and writhe and squirm against him, begging for more.

"Ossie! Ohhh Ossie yes! Ohh god yes ... c'mon Ossie ... now ... now fuck my ass ... please ... I want it in my ass! Please ohhh god please, baby, please!"

The manager groans deliriously. He jerks his swollen, throbbing organ out of her cunt and it glistens with their comingled coital juices. Anuja groans and bends steeply forward, lifting her buttocks higher still, pressing her shoulders to the bed, her face turned to one side.

She shuffles her legs wider apart, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus.

"C'mon Ossie ... fuck my ass," she gasped. "Do it! Quickly!"

The corpulent manager presses his cock-head to Anuja's taut anus. She tenses and then, exhaling, relaxes her sphincter. Osmond digs his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling them wider apart and pushes his hips forward.

His cock-head bursts into her anus.

"OH MA UNH AHUHOHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Anuja's cry is thin and high and her face contorts in a trismus of lust, her head jerking upward, her eyes screwing shut, her lips jerking back over her teeth, her mouth wide. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets.

Above and behind her, the fat manager groans and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, rear channel. Anuja's breath comes in deep, rattling, broken, sobbing gasps as the big penis tunnels deeper and deeper into her anus.

She thrusts a hand into her crotch and arches a finger into her slit, vibrating her knuckle against her stiff clitoris. Her anus convulses on his throbbing penis. The manager sodomizes heavily, rocking his hips back and forth, squeezing and pushing and cramming his cock into her anus, panting and moaning loudly, his chest heaving, his head flung back, his body streaming with sweat.

"Ahh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhh ohhh uh ohhhh uh ohhh uhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh ahh uhh ohh god oh god oh uhh ohh uhhh ohhh," Anuja sobs as the manager buggers deeply and thoroughly.

Osmond is nearing the end. In and out of her asshole he goes, and she whimpers and moans, writhing her buttocks erotically against his thighs, grinding her anus up and down the length of his shaft.

Bending and curving her body, she reaches deep between her legs and squeezed his heavy, hairy balls. It is too much for him to bear. With a strangled moan, he lurches out of her and, shaking his cock in his fist, explodes.

Jizz shoots from his cock-head and spurts over her buttocks and thighs. He comes and comes and comes, emptying his load, dribbling jizz between her buttocks and over her anus and down her cunt-lips.

Anuja whimpers and writhes. Moaning, he squeezes his cock into her anus again, fucking her ass again till his erection begins to dwindle. Anuja moans thickly, her head sagging between her arms.

At last, he slides out of her, grunting, sweating, groaning. She collapses on the bed, panting and moaning, her chest heaving. Osmond groans, masturbating, standing at the foot of the bed.

Slowly, Anuja turns around and, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pushes her face into his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth again. He moans softly. She sucks his penis gently, savouring the taste of her cunt and anus and his jizz.

He grins down at her, obviously feeling very macho, very much the master of this whore.
His cock dribbles jizz into her mouth; he is not man enough to get it up again and his erection wanes rapidly now. Anuja lifts her head and he steps away.

Jayant has seen enough. He has a raging erection. Now he wants his own pleasure. He will not be denied. He moves forward toward them.

They spent the rest of the night and the next day there, fucking incessantly. Osmond was rewarded once again before they left. They returned to her house that evening and had an orgy with the servants.

Baban arranged for some girls, teenage maids who worked in the neighbourhood. Jayant fucked two or three of them and they were splendid fucks.

The party broke up at dawn and Anuja and Jayant fell into bed and slept soundly for several hours. Waking, they fucked again, slowly and unhurriedly, savouring each other's bodies at leisure.

They caught the evening flight to Aurangabad and went straight home. With his parents gone, Jayant had the run of the place with the servants.

All four of them -- Ramu, the servant, Shankar, the cook, Raja, the chauffeur, and Prakash, the gardener – were delighted to see Anuja again after such a long time.

Raja met them at the airport. It was a long drive to the house. The car had darkened windows and the flight had arrived late; the inside of the car was safe from prying eyes.

Pulling out of the airport car park, Raja flicked his eyes to the rear-view mirror and grinned. Nothing had changed; the two young lovers hadn't wasted a minute.

Anuja had Jayant's fly opened and was masturbating him; he had unbuttoned her *kurta* and was sucking and fondling her heavy breasts -- of course, she wasn't wearing a bra.

He chuckled softly and, imperceptibly, lifted his foot off the accelerator, dragging out the pleasure of watching them.

Jayant was nothing if not to the manor born. He noticed the driver eyeing them in the mirror and stopped fondling Anuja's breasts. Her head was bent over in his lap as she sucked his cock.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

He grinned. He knew how much Raja liked fucking Anuja, particularly in the ass. Leaning forward, he tapped the chauffeur on the shoulder.

"You've buggered her before, haven't you, Raja?"

"Yes, master Jayant. Frequently. You know that, master Jayant -- you've watched us. Even took a video, if I remember."

"Yes, I remember that. Would you like to, again?"

The handsome, muscular chauffeur looked in the mirror. Jayant and Anuja had stripped naked now.

"Yes, sir. Very much indeed, sir. I can't wait to get home."

"Why wait? It's a long drive. How about right now?"

"Now sir?"

"Now. We've enough time. You sit back here and fuck her butt, I'll drive. She's hornier than a rutting bitch. If I know her, she could fuck all night and still want more the next morning. Isn't that right, cunt?"

"Mm," Anuja murmured, her mouth stuffed with Jayant's erection. "It most certainly is." She knew he deliberately spoke like this around the servants; it turned them on. It excited her, too.

"Come on then," Jayant said.

They pulled over at a deserted stretch of road, in the deep shadows between two streetlamps. Jayant dressed in seconds and slipped into the front seat behind the wheel.

Raja dived into the back-seat with Anuja who was waiting for him, naked, luscious, and irresistible.

She stripped the chauffeur quickly, unbuttoning his tunic, undoing his trousers, opening the fly, kissing him lasciviously, licking and sucking his nipples as she slithered down, bending her head over his crotch.

Jayant took his time, watching over his shoulder and in the rear-view mirror as his servant fucked Anuja in the back seat.

She sucked Raja's cock, kneeling on the wide rear seat and bent over his lap while he fondled her pendulous breasts and cunt. The man gasped loudly, his head bent, watching her suck his swollen penis.

"Mm ... ohhhh ... uhhhhh ... yes ... oh fuck yes ... mm ... yeh ... suck it, bitch ... yeh ... that's it ... suck harder, whore! Ahhh uhhh yes ... suck it! Suck hard, whore! Harder!"

He pushed her head away after several minutes and she got up, straddling his lap with her back to him, leaning forward over the back of the front seat, her arms stretched along its length.

The rear seat was spacious enough for them to move without difficulty. She lifted her hips slightly and quickly lowered her cunt onto the servant's upright erection with a soft, shuddering gasp, biting her lower lip in exquisite tension.

The man grunted and, reaching around, cupped her full, turgid breasts, squeezing them hard. She whimpered thickly and began to buck heavily up and down on his lap, jigging her cunt on his cock.

The man grunted, fingering her tight anus, fondling her breasts, pumping his hips under her.

"Yes! OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped.

"C'mon ... take it! Take my cock! C'mon whore! Take it!" the youth grunted.

"Way to go, Raja," Jayant chuckled, sliding the car into car and slowly pulling away from the kerb. There wasn't much time and he drove slowly.

In the back seat, Anuja bucked up and down on Raja's lap, moaning and gasping feverishly, fondling her breasts, reaching down to cup his balls, grinding her cunt heavily along the length of his nine-inch erection.

With a shuddering groan, she leaned back against his hard chest, her belly sucked inward and turned her face to his.

The servant kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, fondling her breasts with one hand and her clitoris with the other.

She whimpered, tonguing his ear, moaning and hissing in pleasure, grinding her hips on his crotch.

"Yeh ... that's good, whore ... c'mon ... ride my prick, bitch ... ahhh uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon ... oh fuck yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes!" Raja grunted.

"Ohhh uhhh Ohma uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby ... fuck me!" Anuja gasped deliriously, bucking and writhing in a frenzy on his lap, grinding her hips in tight, erotic circles on his cock.

Though Jayant took a longer route home, he couldn't delay the inevitable forever; they neared the house, passing the golf course on one side and the little copse on it where Anuja had fucked that entire gang of caddies and ballboys.

He flicked his eyes to the mirror and saw her gasping, her body bucking feverishly on the driver's lap, her face suffused with lust, cracked sobs of pleasure breaking from her throat.

"Raja! If you're going to fuck her ass, do it now!" Jayant snapped. "We'll be there in a few minutes!"

Anuja groaned and eased herself off Raja's throbbing cock. He spread her buttocks open and she lowered them, moving her hips so that his cock-head was at her anus.

Gritting her teeth, arching her head, gripping the backrest of the front seats, she forced herself back down onto his erection, impaling her anus on it with a loud, shuddering cry, her head snapping up, her lips jerking back over her teeth in wild grimace of algedonic lust.

Raja groaned and arched his hips, spearing her asshole deeply. Anuja's face twisted in an agony of joy and she cried out, writhing deliriously on his penis.

Her cries were short, high-pitched, cracked, as she began rocking her asshole up and down on his cock.

"OHHH uhhh OHHHHH uhhh OH ma uh Ohma uhh OHH!" she cried. "Oh uhh OHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!"

"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore, c'mon! ... c'mon ... take it!" he went.

The driver buggered her heavily for several minutes, fondling her breasts and clitoris, gripping her buttocks and moving her ass up and down the length of his penis.

On his lap, Anuja gasped and thrashed wildly, squeezing her bouncing breasts, fingering her slit and gorged clitoris; her anus convulsed helplessly on his throbbing erection.

"OHHHHH uhhh OH ma uhh ahh UHHH OHH Raja uhhh ahh uhh OHH uhh OHHHHHHHH!" she cried. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh *hanh* uhh oh a oh ma oh ma uhh ahh uhh OHHHHH!"

On the verge of an orgasm, she stopped and, rising off his cock, moved backward and took it in her cunt again.

"Quickly now!" she cried, seeing dimly through a haze of lust that they were almost there. "C'mon! Quickly! OHHH uhh yes uhh OH uhh yes uhh OHMA uh yes ... c'mon ... c'mon ... c'mon, Raja, c'mon!"

She jerked and rocked furiously on his cock, her breasts bouncing, her gold necklace tossing and slapping on her tawny skin and then, with a ululating moan, began to orgasm, gasping sharply, chewing her lower lip, shaking her head drunkenly.

Under her, the chauffeur grunted and heaved his hips rapidly up and down, thrusting into her over and over again till, at last, his orgasm hit him.

With a loud grunt, he plunged up into her, gripping her hips and jamming her cunt down on his cock and came violently, shooting thick wads of creamy, hot jizz deep into her sodden, hungry slit.

The servant, Ramu and Shankar, the cook, heard the car turning into the drive and came out of the house to welcome Jayant and Anuja.

The car drew up and, for a second, the two servants' eyes widened in surprise as they saw Jayant get out of the front alone.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Then wide grins split their faces and they chuckled softly as Jayant opened the back door. Raja stepped out first, naked, and putting out his hand, helped Anuja out of the car. She, too, was still naked and quite unabashed.

She laughed brightly at the servants who rushed down to the car. They closed in on her and she threw her hands up around their shoulders, kissing first one, then the other, with slow, deep, lascivious explorations of her tongue in their mouths, while they fondled her breasts and buttocks.

"And how are you, Ramu, Shankar, my lovely heroes?" she murmured happily as they pawed and kissed her.

"Much better now that you're here," Ramu grinned.

"Yeh, my cock's all ready and raring to go! Just feel that rod of steel!"

Anuja thrust her hands into their trousers, fondling their penises, both hard and throbbing. "Mm, you're right. This is serious. You'd both better let me attend to those things soon,
before matters get critical."

"All right!" exclaimed the cook, promptly dropping his trousers, fisting his huge erection.

"Right now!"

Anuja looked over the cook's shoulder at her cousin. Jayant wore a look of indulgent, bemused, exasperated resignation. He smiled gently and nodded.

The servants followed Anuja's look, saw their master's response, and their face lit up in eager anticipation.

"All right, all right," he grumbled good-naturedly. "But quickly. You know I don't like being kept waiting!"

Ramu and Shankar whooped in delight. They jostled for position with her, each trying to elbow the other away.

"Shankar first," Jayant said with quiet authority.

Ramu stepped back. Quickly, Anuja dropped to her knees before the cook while he began undoing his shirt, and, burying her face in his crotch, began sucking his cock rapidly and deeply.

Shankar was an attractive youth in his early twenties. Spry and lithe, not very tall, with a lean, wiry body, he had a fine-featured, handsome face: his nose was straight and strong,
his lips wide and slender, his teeth strong and even, his eyes dark, deep-set.

His hair was thick, black, cropped short. He sported a slight mustache. His body was strong, not overly muscular but trim, with high hips, a taut, sexy butt and well-muscled limbs. His belly was hard and flat.

The torso was hairless. And his cock was wonderful, a good nine and a half inches long, nearly two inches thick, with heavy, low balls. Anuja loved every inch of it.

He fucked her face joyously now, his feet spread apart, rocking his head back and forth, moving her head to and fro to suit his pleasure, pushing his bloated cock in and out of her mouth, his head bent to watch her, his belly sucked inward, his back curved.

Jayant, Ramu and Raja watched as the young cook's distended penis slid in and out of her face, glistening with pre-cum gunk and her spittle. She sucked it hungrily, pumping the thick shaft in one fist, kneading her breasts with the other hand.

Several minutes later, he pushed her head back and, gripping her arms, jerked her to her feet. Spinning her around, Shankar pushed Anuja forward over the still warm hood of the car engine.

She shuffled her legs apart and, leaning on her forearms, looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, her gold necklace dangling provocatively, her breasts swollen and pendulous.

"Fuck me, Shankar!" she breathed. "C'mon ... fuck me, baby! Shove your cock right up into my cunt, stud ... c'mon, do it!"

The cook groaned and, with a strangled cry, squeezed his cock between her buttocks and into her cunt. Anuja cried out sharply as the huge penis burst into her slit, crushing the molten cunt-flesh in its passage.

Her back arched, her head jerked up and her lips snapped back over her teeth in a grimace of pure joy. Behind her, Shankar cried out, his face twisting and contorting in delight as he felt the hot convulsions of her cunt on his cock.

He gripped her hips and thrust his hips further forward, flexing his buttocks taut. His belly sucked inward and his back curved from shoulder to hip as he buried his throbbing flesh in hers.

Beneath him, Anuja gasped, biting her lower lip and moaning thickly as his cock went in and in and in.

"Oh fuck yes! OHHHHHHH uhhhhh yes!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes!"

"Ohma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh yes! Fuck me! UHHHH ohhuhhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhhhh *hanh* uhhh yes Shankar yes! Fuck me!" she went.

Panting and groaning, the cook fucked her feverishly and deeply and rapidly, rocking his hips steeply back and forth, driving his cock hungrily in and out of her cunt.

Anuja's body rocked and jerked over the car hood, her breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dangling and tossing wildly.

His thighs slapped loudly at her buttocks as he went faster and faster, swinging his hips furiously to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock pistoning and ramming in and out of her cunt. Anuja's cries were sharp and staccato as her body jerked and thrashed wildly under his, sprawled over the bonnet of the car.

"OH! OHHH uhh OHHHuhhh OHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHH uh Ohma uh
OH ma uh OHMA uh ahh uhhhhOHHHHh!" she called.

"A-uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-yeh-uh-oh-yeh-uh-ah-OHHHHH!" the youth gasped.

Faster and faster he went rocking and plunging into her flesh with snapping, skewering thrusts that made her gasp and cry out sharply.

Crushing his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, he rammed his cock greedily into her cunt again and again, each thrust drawing a cracked sob from her throat.

A low groan erupted from his throat as he came, buried deep in her cunt, his buttocks twitching wildly at her buttocks, emptying his load in her hot, wet cunt-flesh.

Panting heavily, he slid slowly out of her; she groaned softly, her chest heaving, her body sprawled across the hood of the car. The cook grinned, slapped her bottom.

"Yeh. As good as ever. Nice and hot and tight. Good fuck. Thanks."

Ramu was already elbowing the cook aside to take his turn. Jayant felt a familiar twinge of unease. He had never liked men treating Anuja like this, a mere receptacle of flesh into which they emptied their passion.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

When love was young, he tried to prevent it, assuming that she shared his distaste, till, one day, she told him that she didn't mind it at all. In fact, she said, she rather enjoyed being gang-banged, the sensation of a series of penises sawing in and out of her flesh, men using her for their pleasure.

She derived her own satisfaction from theirs, she said: there was something especially erotic about the wanton, somewhat brutal, anonymity of sex like this, an outpouring of feral lust uncomplicated by finer sentiment.

Not always and not only thus, she hastened to add, but once in a while, when it was quite fun. After that, Jayant kept his feelings to himself.

Now he watched with a wry resignation as his servant, a man who had been with the family for nearly twenty years and seen Jayant grow to manhood, fucked his master's beautiful cousin.

Ramu was a handsome man, 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.

His body was lean and tough, his torso smoothly hairless. His nipples were small and dark and pulled low and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals. His torso was a tapering V.

His cock was big, thick and long and dark and smoothly shorn to the hilt. His balls were heavy and low.

As Jayant watched, he flipped Anuja over on her back on the hood of the car and pulling her thighs wide open in his hands, moved between them, his rampant penis already pushing at her sticky, wet cunt-lips.

Anuja moaned, reaching down to guide his cock into her hole. His swollen cock-head popped into her cunt and he flexed his buttocks smoothly and drilled his cock deep into her cunt in a single, rushing thrust.

"OhmauhhhhahhhhuhhhhhOHHHHHH!" Anuja gasped as the enormous cock ran into her cunt like spear. "Oh uhhhh *hanh* uhh OH Ramu uhhh *hanh*!"

Ramu's head jerked back, his face contorting in a paroxysm of delight as her cunt convulsed frantically on his throbbing, piercing cock-shaft.

"*hanh* uhh *hanh* uhhhh ahhhhhhhhh!" he gasped, burying his burning cock in her wet slit. "C'mon! Take it, whore! Take it! Take my cock, bitch! Take it all! OHH uhh yeh oh fuck yes oh fucking hell yeh!"

He began fucking her heavily and deeply, with punishing, piercing, hungry thrusts of his hips, flexing and unflexing his buttocks in a rapid rhythm.

His cock appeared and disappeared between her cunt-lips and her body arched and bowed and rocked and jerked with his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace slithering this way and that on her tawny skin.

Her nipples were nut-hard with excitement and she squeezed her breasts erotically in a wild lust, her face flipping in a frenzy from side to side. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her mouth open as she gasped a litany of erotic obscenities.

"OHHHHH uhh Yes oh god yes! Fuck me, Ramu! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Shove your cock in, Ramu ... yeh ... oh god yes ... that's it ... shove it right in, baby! Harder! OHHH uhhh yes!"

He leaned forward and moved faster and faster, plunging and pistoning and reaming and ramming hungrily in and out of her cunt, his hands on the insides of her thighs, keeping them spread open to receive him.

Her hips bucked and lurched against his and the car bounced and rocked on its springs. Faster and faster he went, his hands now on her breasts, squeezing them with pumping actions that matched the timing of his thrusts, and Jayant saw his cousin begin to orgasm furiously, gasping, mewing, moaning, her hands crushing her breasts, her cunt heaving up to his.

The servant flung his head back and groaned, ramming deep into her cunt, making her cry out sharply. He drew out and rammed in again, and yet again and then, with a shuddering moan, sank his cock deep into her cunt, his buttocks flexed taut, his hips twitching between her thighs, his arched face creased in joy.

Anuja bit her lower lip, arching, moaning softly in pleasure as the servant's lust-heat spewed into her ravenous slit.

As Ramu slid his cock slowly out of her cunt, Anuja moaned softly, her body trembling and quivering and twitching across the hood of the car. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and bright.

Her voice was raw and cracked. Jayant felt a surge of sorrow and excitement, curiously erotic. Bending over, he caressed her head tenderly, kissed her gently on the lips. She slid her arms around his shoulders and he knew that now she wanted him. He straightened and helped her to her feet.

The servants were still there, pressing closer, hoping for more.

"Enough, assholes. You can have more later. C'mon ... get the luggage!" Jayant snapped and they backed off, hyenas retreating before a lion.

They went up into the house and climbed the stairs to his room, Anuja still naked, leaning on his shoulder, his arm around her waist. Entering her room, they didn't waste a minute.

They had contained their hunger and lust for each other for far too long. Stepping into the room, they clasped each other, kissing feverishly, Anuja tearing at his clothes.

They dispensed with all foreplay and, naked, she jumped up in his arms and he took her weight without strain and quickly impaled her cunt on his throbbing erection. Anuja gasped, arching, flinging her head back as the monstrous penis surged into her cunt-flesh.

"OHHHHHH uhhhh yes!" she gasped, almost in relief. "Oh god yes!"

Her cunt convulsed eagerly on his penis. He groaned in joy and began to fuck her rapidly, slamming his hips back and forth, flexing and unflexing his powerful buttocks, rocking his cock greedily in and out of her cunt.

Anuja gasped and cried out sharply with each thrust, her body tossing and jerking in his arms, her breasts bouncing. Faster and faster he went, ram-fucking her with a manic hunger.

They fell to the floor with her on her back and, bent over her on his muscled arms, spreading his legs wide and levering her thighs apart to afford him greater access, Jayant began fucking her furiously.

Up and down he swung his hips, snapping them sharply at the waist, his buttocks bobbing and bouncing furiously over her tossing, bucking, heaving hips. Under him, Anuja cried out loudly and obscenely, her head flipping from side to side, her face contorted in a radiant grimace of lust as the huge penis plunged and pistoned and rammed and reamed in and out of her cunt.

Their explosions were simultaneous and intense, sweeping through their bodies like huge tidal waves and, plowing his throbbing cock deep into her molten, fiery cunt, thrusting in again and again, Jayant came and came and came.

Still the storm of lust raged unabated, augmented by a heavy dose of aphrodisiacs he had brought with him from Bombay, the kind that Mark liked to use.

Now their fucking, though as demanding and strenuous, was more measured and prolonged. She sucked his cock at length and he licked her slit till she was almost screaming for release.

Slipping a thick rubber sheath with stiff spikes and large knobs onto his erection, he fucked her again, making her gasp as the armoured cock ripped into her cunt, mashing and grinding her clitoris delightfully.

Stripping off the sheath, he turned around and they locked in a prolonged sixty-nine before he fucked her cunt again from behind, bent steeply over her, hammering his hips up and down, plunging wildly in and out of her cunt.

Anuja had a series of wild, exhilarating orgasms, each one more intense than the last, every one leaving her thirsting for more. He finished by sodomizing her, using a new gel and powder just launched by the company that made the aphrodisiacs.

He smeared gel and sprinkled generous amounts of the powder on her anus and cunt-lips and breasts and gums and on his cock-head. Anuja gasped and whimpered, already in the throes of a wild orgasm as he plunged greedily into her cunt for a few minutes, fucking her violently.

Then, bending her body steeply under his, he ground his cock into her anus, his hands on the insides of her lifted thighs. Anuja exploded as the huge penis surged into her rear-channel, driving the breath from her throat in a whoosh, making her face contort in an agony of joy.

He fucked her ass deeply and thoroughly and, when she came, turned her over on her front and took her butt again, unrelenting in his demand for satisfaction. At last, burying his cock deep in her anus, he began to orgasm.

Anuja moaned as the thick, copious load of jizz jetted into her asshole. Still coming, he slid slowly out of her anus, spattering her buttocks with jizz before squeezing his cock into her cunt again and fucking her for a few minutes more.

They snuggled together and she kissed him happily, running her tongue through his ear, fondling his penis, tracing patterns on his massive torso.

"Dreamy fucks," she said. "Too good."

"Mm. Fabulous."

They dozed for a bit and woke half an hour later. Against his advice, Anuja took another dose of the aphrodisiacs.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You'll go mad," he warned her. "With that lot of dope in you, you're going to be in heat right through the night."

"Good," she smiled lasciviously, her dark eyes flashing as she popped another pill. "That's just what I want. With the four of you in this house, all I want to do is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"We can't fuck you forever."

"Try."

"Not possible."

"Then I'll just have to use by Ben-wa balls during the dry spells, right?"

"It won't do much good," he said softly. "It takes forever for that level of dosage to wear off."

"So much the better," she said, her eyes twinkling, her lips parted. Not for the first time he noticed how sexy her teeth looked, with the canines crooked prettily over the even incisors.

"I haven't fucked these servants for some time. I'd like to fuck them all again. And, oh yes, what about Prakash, your gardener? He's quite a stud and I haven't fucked him at all yet."

"And do we meet Vaishali, pray?" he asked, slightly irritated now.

She laughed. "You're cute when you get mad. I'm in no hurry to meet Vaishali. Does she know we're here?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Keep it that way for a way. Let's not tell her till the day after. I want to spend tomorrow here, with you and the guys."

He couldn't help laughing. "You're nuts, babe," he said.

"Mm," she murmured. "About your nuts and other guys and about being fucked and fucked and fucked yes, I'd have to agree. C'mere ... let me suck your cock ... god, I love your cock, Jayant!"

Anuja moaned softly. Her body rocked and jerked gently back and forth on the wide couch. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her lips parted in a small bow, showing her teeth, the side canines crooked attractively over the incisors, an attractive irregularity in her otherwise perfect teeth.

Her face was arched back. Her swollen breasts jogged lightly. The nipples were stiff and hard. The gold chain around her neck slithered against her tawny skin. She lay on her back, her right arm arched behind her head, elbow raised, her hand curled around the wooden struts of one end of the couch.

Her left hand lay loosely along her belly, her hand in her crotch, her cunt-lips splayed open in her elegant, slender, shapely fingers.

"Ohhhh ... uhhh yes ... mm ... ohh yes, Prakash ... that's good ... lick my slit, baby ... yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh uhh yes! There! Ohhh yes ... that's it ... tongue-fuck me baby ... ohh yes! I want it!"

The gardener grunted, his mouth wide open, lapping steadily at her flowing cunt-juices, flipping his tongue in and out of her cunt.

Her cries rang in his ears, arousing him intensely. He thought the sight of her slim fingers with their shapely nails splayed at her cunt-lips, keeping the soft, wet rims stretched open for him, the rings glittering against the dark thatch of her pubic fuzz and the bright, soft wetness of her cunt-flesh was incredibly erotic.

Her clitoris was stiff and hard and he swirled his tongue over it, flipping it sexily back and forth. On the couch, Anuja whimpered and gasped, arching, her hips writhing, her cries rising in eagerness.

It was the morning after Jayant and she arrived. They had spent the night fucking, falling asleep well after midnight in a tangle of sweating, sticky limbs and stained sheets. Anuja slept soundly for several hours.

At half past ten, she woke to the touch of Ramu's lips and fingers on her breasts, his erection pressing eagerly against her cunt. She came up out of sleep, smiling, sensuous, happy and willing to have slow sex with the servant.

They fucked gently and without tension and Anuja moaned softly when he entered her and, pulling his head down to hers, kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, caressing his hard, muscular torso, savouring every inch of his penis as it slid smoothly in and out
of her wet slit.

They fucked easily and smoothly, steadily building the tempo and adding to their urgency till at last they were rocking and bucking in a fever, clinging to each other, their loins pounding together, his cock crushing in and out of her cunt, her hips bucking and heaving under his.

Their orgasms were intense and deeply satisfying. As they waned and their bodies subsided, Ramu sinking down, gasping, his head on her breast, his cock still quivering in her slit, Anuja caressed his broad, smooth back dreamily, thinking to herself how much she enjoyed fucking servants.

She loved the slightly dank hardness of their bodies, the roughness of their speech and manner, the way they possessed and devoured her. Their hunger for her body was a powerful aphrodisiac.

"Where's Jayant?" she murmured, swirling her tongue through Ramu's ear.

"Downstairs. Some things he had to attend to with his parents away."

"Mm."

Ramu tried to roll off her, but she held him back, his cock still in her cunt. "What's the rush, boy?" she smiled. "Tired of me already?"

He laughed. "Never. Not possible."

"Good. Because we've got lots of fucking to catch up on."

"Yeah, that's right, we have."

"I still have to fuck Prakash, you know."

"He's been asking ever since he came in at seven this morning."

She giggled and pushed Ramu off her body. "Poor baby. He must be in agony by now. I suppose I'd better go and do something about it, don't you?"

Ramu laughed, sprawled on his back on his master's bed, watching her as she rolled over and sat up. She smiled down at him, lifting her hands to coil her long hair in a knot behind her head.

He loved her body, the colour of her skin, the darkness of her eyes, the slight imperfection of her teeth with the front canines crooked over the incisors, the fullness of her lips, the size and form of her wonderful breasts.

He cupped one luscious mound; her nipple was still hard. She was one horny bitch. Anuja's eyes instantly darkened with excitement and she bent over to kiss him, her fingers crawling into his crotch and working his long, thick penis deftly.

"Want to fuck me again?"

"What a question. Of course." Immediately she began bending over to take his cock in her mouth, but he stopped her. "But fair's fair, babe. Prakash. Go put him out of his misery."

"You're sweet," she murmured, kissing him deeply, slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth. "You're all very sweet."

"We're happy to have you here," he said simply. Anuja glowed in pleasure.

An hour later, showered and bathed, Anuja walked down the flagstone path in the manicured garden to the little shed in the corner. Outside, she paused briefly to adjust her clothes and hair.

She was wearing a simple ochre *kurta* and white *churidar* with a matching sleeveless, unbuttoned Nehru jacket with a mandarin collar.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Prakash answered her knock. He wore his trousers and nothing else. She smiled brightly at his delighted expression and stepped in.

"Anuja!" he said with a smile of genuine pleasure and excitement. "I've been waiting to see you! I ..."

"Prakash," she interrupted him.

"What?"

She went up close to him, pushing his shoulder, turning him to face her and, tilting her face to his, slipped her arms around his neck.

"Fuck me," she murmured, her breath warm and sweet on his face. "Fuck me like you did the last time ... I want your cock ... in my mouth ... and in my cunt." Her hands caressed his naked torso.

Prakash was handsome, sexy man, with a deep, muscular chest, broad shoulders, a flat, hard belly, high hips and limbs that bulged with muscle. He had fine, chiselled features, a square jaw, dark eyes and a sexily weather-beaten, clean-shaven face.

His cock, she knew from past experience, was wonderful, over nine inches long and correspondingly thick.

Prakash grinned in delight. She was incredible, his most ardent sexual fantasy brought to life. His penis sprang erect.

He drew her closer to him and kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her breasts eagerly, finding them heavy and swollen already, her nipples palpably stiff even under the *kurta* and bra. She broke from him.

"Wait," she murmured. "Wait."

She turned back and ducked behind the burlap curtain strung up across the width of the room, part of the way down.

Behind it was a simple wood and hemp *charpoy* with a faded mattress and thin pillow and the gardener's meagre personal effects: a mug, a steel plate and glass, a few cooking utensils, a kerosene stove.

When she came back out a minute later, Prakash's jaw dropped and he gaped at her in disbelief. Except the jacket, Anuja had taken off all her clothes. She smiled at his reaction as she approached him, her breasts bouncing under the jacket, the dark delta of her cunt drawing his gaze irresistibly.

She kissed him wantonly, flipping her tongue against his lips, flicking open the clasp of his trousers and pushing her hand into his crotch. "I want to suck your cock. I want to be fucked by you. I want your cock in my cunt."

She undid the fly of his trousers and they puddled to his feet. His erection popped out; he wasn't wearing any underwear. When she came in, he'd been lying on the cot, fantasizing about her.

She fondled his cock lovingly, pumping it in her fist, grinding her crotch erotically against it.

"Mm ... yes ...," she murmured. "I want it in there!"

Prakash gasped. He didn't know anyone so sexy, so voluptuous, so desirable in every fibre of her being.

Anuja began to move her lips to his ear, enjoying the feel of his hard, muscled body against hers. Anuja licked his ear lasciviously.

"I want you," she said softly, her eyes sliding down his body to his cock, knowing he was watching her.

"C'mon ... suck my cock," he muttered. "Take it in your mouth."

With a soft moan, Anuja sank to her knees before him. Groaning, his cock in her fist, she jerked it gently, flipping back the foreskin, rubbing the cock-head over her cheeks and lips, her mouth open, scbanging the shaft and bulging cock-head delicately with her teeth, winding her tongue lasciviously around the knob.

Prakash groaned thickly, his head bent, watching her.

"C'mon ... suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock, whore!"

Aroused by the words, she moaned loudly and slipped her lips around his cock and began sucking it hungrily.

"OHHHHHH uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "Yes! Suck it! Suck my cock ... do it, Anji! Do it! C'mon, whore!" he cried. "Yes ... whore! C'mon whore ... suck it! Do it, you fucking bitch! Suck my prick, slut! Suck it ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon, suck harder, slut! Suck harder!"

Anuja moaned loudly, deliriously, sucking his cock feverishly, pumping his cock in her fist, rocking her head back and forth, working his cock-head with her tongue.

He gasped, groaned and his cock-head spurted pre-cum gunk. She murmured in pleasure, opening her mouth under his cock and jerking his shaft so that he could see his jizz spurting into her face.

"Cum in my mouth ... please ... I want to taste your cum!" she said.

He was seriously tempted, but refused to accede. There was so much else he wanted to do with her lovely, luscious body.

He knew that if he gave in now, he would have to leave his dreams for another day.

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"No," he grunted. "Just keep sucking, whore, till I tell you to stop! Do it!"

He grabbed her head and jerked it back to his crotch. Anuja moaned, loving the rough treatment. His cock filled her mouth, distending her face as she sucked.

Several minutes later, he pushed her head away and moved her to the rickety *charpoy* beyond the burlap curtain. He tried to push her on her back to lick her slit, but she forced him over instead on his back on the cot and knelt over his face, clawing her
cunt-lips open.

Her cunt was dripping wet. She lowered it onto his face, her mouth open, her head bent, her tongue pressed sexily to her upper lip and, when he jabbed his tongue up into her cunt, she gasped, tossing her head back, her mouth opening wide, her back arching.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh fuck yes! C'mon Prakash ... do it! Lick my slit! OHHH uhhhh yes ... yes ... oh ma uhhh yes ... c'mon ... shove it in deeper ... ahhh yes ... there ... ohh god that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes!"

Her hips writhed and ground over his face. She slid one hand under her jacket and squeezed her breasts erotically, sliding her hand up to her face, turning her head to one side, sexily lifting her long braid in the back of her hand, her body jerking and jigging on his face.

"Mm ... ohhh yes ... ohhhh that's good ... oh god you're tongue's so good in there, Prakash ... mm, yes ... oh fuck yes!" she gasped, arousing him intensely with the obscene litany that flowed freely now.

She made the gardener go on licking her slit, gasping and mewing and moaning loudly and obscenely, her cries rising in pitch and volume, her body jerking, her hips grinding on his face, crushing her breasts in a frenzy.

Suddenly, she turned around and sat on his face again, but facing his feet now and slowly bent over, dragging her tongue wantonly down his body to his crotch, enveloping his quivering penis in the soft moist warmth of her mouth again.

Prakash gasped in pleasure and his breath shot straight into her cunt. She groaned, her hips bucking on his face.

He could feel her breasts squash against his belly. Her head rocked up and down over his lap and he groaned, pumping his hips under her face.

Then it was his turn to take charge. He heaved her off his body, forced her on her back and jerked her legs apart. Panting, he bent over her.

"C'mon bitch ... now I'm going to fuck your cunt till you scream!" he rasped.

Anuja moaned, spreading her legs wide, taking his cock and guiding it to her cunt. "Fuck me!" she cried. "C'mon Prakash ... ram your cock into my cunt! Shove it in hard, baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"

With a loud cry, he plunged into her. Anuja cried out, her head snapping back, her neck craning, her mouth tearing open, her back bowing. His thrust sent her body jerking backward and her head fell over the edge of the cot.

The gardener was mad with lust. Her hips rose up to meet his crashing downward and her cunt engulfed his penis, convulsing and spasming on its throbbing length.

He rammed his cock into her again and she cried out, tendons popping in her throat, her lips snapping back and her mouth tearing open in a loud cry.

"Yes! OH yes uhh yes Oh Prakash yes!" she cried as he rammed his cock into her repeatedly, her body whipping and jerking with his thrusts, her head bent back over the edge of the cot, her long braid swinging freely, her gold necklace looped up against the base of her throat, the rest hanging over under the nape of her neck.

"OHH yes ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, Prakash! Shove it in uhhh yes OHH ma uhhh yes! C'mon! Fuck me! Shove your cock into my cunt, lover! Do it! I want it! Fuck me! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me like a whore! Take me!"

Her loud, lewd cries, her contorted expressions of genuine excitement and joy, the frantic convulsions of her cunt on his searing cock as he thrust wildly in and out of her flesh, the way her body jerked, her gold necklace swinging backwards, the way her breasts jiggled under the jacket which had fallen open showing him all of one breast and most of the other, drove him insane with lust.

"Take it!" he cried, panting and gasping. "C'mon, you fucking whore! Take it! Take my cock! Ohhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes, c'mon, bitch, take it!"

The overdose of aphrodisiacs the night before, combined with the small topper she took this morning before coming to him, had made Anuja incredibly horny.

She cried out and moaned ecstatically, her hips bucking and heaving frantically against his pounding loins, her body jerking and whipping and snapping violently with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling.

Her hands were bent at the elbow, clenching his forearms and her legs were spread far apart, affording him deep access to her slit. His long, thick, hard cock felt wonderful, stabbing deeply in and out of her slit, the pulsating veins in the swollen shaft crushing her gorged clitoris delightfully.

On and on they went, their bodies pounding together, flesh striking flesh. They began to sweat in the close, stuffy confines of the room. Perspiration beaded her brow and upper lip; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck.

Rivers of sweat started between her breasts and coursed down her belly and towards her flung-back neck. Prakash moaned, feeling the sweat trickle down his spine and his chest, droplets splashing onto her body, more sweat slipping down his crotch.

She was incredible, her cunt hot as a furnace, tight as a vice and he began to spin away in a delirium of lust. With a shuddering groan, he steadied his rhythm and saw the look of pleasure on her face.

He thrust into her deep and hard and fast, his hips rocking rapidly up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, moving now with studied deliberation.

"Mm ... ohhh yes ... ohhhh uhhhh yes!" she gasped, matching his tempo. "That's it ... fuck me ... fuck me Prakash ... fuck me fuck me fuck me ... oh god yes ... give me your prick, lover ... shove it right up in my cunt ... ohhhhhh uhh yes ... oh god oh god oh uhhhh yes ohma uhhh *hanh* uhhh yes!"

Prakash battled the turbulence in his loins, his nostrils flared, his magnificent muscles cording and rippling with the strain as he plunged and pistoned in and out of her flesh.

Anuja hissed in pleasure as he thrust especially deep into her. Her body jerked back and forth and she slid her hands down his flanks and gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper still into her molten cunt-flesh, calling out loudly and lewdly.

Again he noticed the attractive slight imperfection of the two side teeth crooked over the even, sparkling ones in front. Her nose-stud winked and the diamond studs in her lobes -- she wore two in each ear, one behind the other -- glittered sexily.

"Oh yes ... oh god yes, Prakash yes ... fuck me ... fuck me, Prakash ... fuck me hard ... fuck my cunt ... uhh OHHHHHHHH uhh yes ... oh yes ... ram it in again Prakash ... AHHHHHHHHH uhhh! That's it! Ohhh yes! C'mon! Faster! Ah uh ah uh oh ma uh ah uh oh uh oh uh ohma uh ohma uh ohma uh yes!"

She continued to amaze him. With a loud gasp, moments before she came, when he, too, was on the verge of losing control, she heaved herself up, wriggling dexterously and slipping his cock out of her cunt.

He knew that she'd done it deliberately to stave off her climax for greater pleasure.

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Rolling him over on his back, panting and gasping, like a bitch in heat, her face glowing with excitement, her eyes bright and glassy, her nostrils flared, her mouth open, Anuja swung herself over the gardener's body.

His cock throbbed between her thighs. Reaching down, she took it in one hand and moved it to her cunt. With a loud, shuddering groan of pleasure and relief, she impaled her hot slit on the rigid, throbbing shaft.

Prakash gasped at the electric convulsions of her cunt on his penis and arched his back, thrusting his cock greedily into her cunt. She moaned, rearing upright on her knees astride his lap. He watched her transfixed; spasms of lust crossed her lovely face.

"OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped. "God that's so good, Prakash! I want your cock in my cunt forever and ever!"

Grinding her hips erotically round and round on his, arching the tip of her tongue erotically over her upper lip, Anuja hissed loudly in pleasure and slid her hands up her body, under her jacket, over her breasts, squeezing them eagerly.

"OHH yes ... oh god yes!" she gasped. "C'mon ... fuck me, Prakash ... fuck my cunt ... oh ma uhhh yes ... ohhhhh ... uhh ... ohhhhh ... c'mon, lover ... fuck me like a whore ... take me like a slut ... I want it! I want your cock! I'm yours, Prakash! Your whore! Fuck me hard!"

She was too much. Prakash swore softly, bucking his hips up and down under her, holding her hips, moving them round and round on his, mashing her cunt-flesh with his cock, watching her face twist in lust as his thick, throbbing shaft mashed the inflamed stem of her clitoris.

"C'mon whore!" he cried. "Take it! Take it, you fucking bitch! take it in your slit! Take my dick! C'mon whore ... take my cock!"

"Yes!" she gasped, falling forward, leaning on her outstretched arms, her breasts and the lapels of her jacket and the gold necklace swinging over his face. "Oh yes uhhh yes uhhh oh yes!"

Their loins bucked and crashed together in a frenzy as she started rocking back and forth and up and down on her hands and knees, running her cunt up and down the length of his shaft.

Her buttocks bounced off his thighs as he thrust up and down beneath her. Her breasts bounced and shook and her gold necklace tossed and flapped against her tawny skin. He squeezed her breasts.

"Yes!" she cried. "Squeeze them harder, Prakash! Ahhhhhh uhhh ohma uhh yes! Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! Harder! C'mon ... pinch my nipples ... ohhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes!"

She twisted an arm behind her and cupped his balls, squeezing them eagerly. He groaned, pounding his hips under her. Her body jerked and rocked and jogged over his.

"Faster!" she cried, rocking furiously over him. "Yes ... c'mon ... oh yes c'mon Prakash yes oh god yes fuck me yes oh yes uhhh yes! Ohma uhhhh OHHHH uh Ohma uhhh OHHH!"

He squeezed her breasts again, craned his neck, squeezed both mounds together and sucked them sharply, nibbling her nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh uhh ohma uhhh yes!" she cried, gripping his head to her breasts, her cunt grinding and churning and bucking over his inflamed penis. "Suck harder, Prakash ... ahhhhhh uhh oh that's good yes!"

His head fell back, his back arched and he held her by the waist as he pounded his hips furiously beneath hers, tossing her on his lap, drawing sharp, shrill cries and cracked gasps from her open mouth.

Her breasts bounced madly over his face, swollen, hot, turgid, pendulous, her nipples stiff, the aureoles puckered, her gold necklace jumping wildly.

"Hit me!" she cried. "Hit my tits! Hit them hard!" she cried suddenly.

Prakash whipped his hand at her breasts. Anuja cried out, her face twisting in a grimace of joy.

"Again!" she called. "Hit them harder! OH! Uh OH! Uh OH! Uh OH! Uh yes! Oh god yes!"

He crushed them hard in his hands and then gripped her buttocks, pulling them open, pressing his fingertip to her anus.

Anuja shuddered in shocked surprise and delight, her cunt spasming on his penis. She knew too well how much he loved to penetrate her anus.

"OHHHHHHHH uhh yes ... that's so good, baby yes ... keep it there ... ahhh uhhhh yes ... ohhhh yes ... Prakash ... please ... push your finger in ..."

Prakash felt dizzy with excitement. He pressed his fingertip firmly to her anus and, as he expected, it yielded at once without resistance and his fingertip slid inward.

The effect on her was stunning. Her face contorted in a violent grimace. Her cunt crashed down on his penis, convulsing frenetically.

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The breath shot from her throat and, arching, she dropped her breasts to his mouth, forcing him to suck them sharply.

Prakash held his finger in her asshole, enjoying its heat and tightness. Her buttocks rocked and bounced over his bucking hips. She kissed him feverishly, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

"Oh god oh god oh god," she moaned. "You fuck me so well, Prakash ... it's so good ... don't stop, baby ... don't ever stop!"

She reared upright again, gasping and moaning, bucking faster and faster up and down on his pumping hips. He slid his finger out of her anus.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh yes fuck me fuck me fuck me, Prakash! Keep fucking me! I want to be fucked and fucked and fucked! OHHHH uhhh OHHH uhh OHHH!"

Sexily, she rucked up her jacket in her hands, crumpling it, and dragged it over her breasts, squeezing and lifting them erotically, scbanging the aroused and sensitized nipples with the coarse handspun cloth.

Prakash groaned. It was an incredibly sexy sight. She arched her tongue slowly, wantonly over her curved upper lip, arching her head back and bucking up and down on his lap, her body shining and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... oh ma uhhhh yes!" she hissed, erotically rolling the jacket over her nipples and grinding her hips round as she forced her cunt down on his cock so that it spiralled down onto the upright shaft. "OHHHHH uhhh yes ... god I want it! I want it all!"

He watched her expressions of lust, the way her breasts bounced, the way the gold necklace jumped and tossed on her tawny skin. Sensuously, she dragged her hands up her body to the nape of her neck, thrusting her breasts out, coiling her braid in a loose knot as she continued bouncing on his lap.

Her jacket opened wider, exposing her breasts. She kept her hands raised and her fingers interlaced behind her head.

"Hit my tits!" she moaned again. "Hit them hard!"

Prakash slapped her breasts and nipples with a sharp, stinging flick of the backs of his fingers.

"OH!" she gasped, making him cry out as her cunt convulsed frantically on his penis. "Again! Do it again! Harder!"

He struck her breasts again. Moans of joy erupted from her throat. He kept hitting her breasts. Her body trembled and shook as it bounced up and down on his lap, her cunt grinding and sliding along his penis in a frenzy, her buttocks cannoning off his thighs.

"Squeeze them now!" she cried. "Hard! OHH uhh yes! Oh god yes! Harder!"

He clenched her breasts and heaved powerfully under her, sending his cock ramming up into her cunt.

Anuja cried out, her face twisting and contorting in a grimace of lust, exciting him further. Looking at her reflection in the old, cracked mirror to one side, she paused, smiling inwardly in an explosion of joyous arousal and excitement: she knew the gardener would enjoy seeing them both in the mirror.

"Fuck me from behind," she cried. "Like you did last time. Fuck me in front of the mirror ... I want to see you fucking me!"

The gardener was strong and virile, able to fuck her at length, as hard as she wanted. With him, now, here, she was no longer the *memsahib*; she was his whore, to fuck and enjoy at his pleasure.

She slipped off his cock, moaning and panting feverishly and quickly turned on her forearms and knees on the bed, facing the cracked mirror. Her breasts hung swollen and pendulous like succulent fruit, her long gold necklace swung free.

She thrust a hand between her legs and clawed her cunt-lips open. Kneeling behind her, Prakash moaned softly in lust.

He stared wildly at her reflection in the mirror, her face tilted up, her eyes bright and dark, glittering with lust, her nostrils flared, her luscious lips parted, her swollen breasts and gold chain swaying, the dark beauty spots on her face tempting him; and then his eyes jerked back to the smooth curves of her buttocks and, beneath, the wet, open lips of her cunt, held wide open in the first two slender, shapely fingers of one hand, the finger-rings glittering.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "C'mon, Prakash! Fuck me hard! Shove your cock right up into my cunt! Fuck me like a bitch ... like a whore! Fuck me hard!"

Prakash moaned in feverish desperation and pushed his cock between her buttocks and to her cunt-lips, past her fingers and, flexing his buttocks and snapping his hips sharply, rammed his cock deep into her cunt in a long, surging and skewering thrust.

"OHMAUHHHAHHHUHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cried as his penis plunged into her cunt, her face contorting and twisting in a paroxysm of lust and joy. "OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHHH!"

"YES! C'MON TAKE IT, WHORE!" he shouted. "C'mon bitch! Take it!"

He began to fuck her violently, gripping her hips, slamming his own back and forth, hammering her buttocks with his hips with loud smacking slaps, driving his throbbing cock in and out of her cunt.

Their reflections in the mirror were a major turn-on. Every thrust made her lurch forward. Her body rocked and swung beneath his. Her breasts shook and wobbled, and her gold necklace swung furiously back and forth.

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Her face was turned up, radiant with lust, her eyes hooded, her mouth open in a wide O, her nostrils flared. She clenched the sheets, clawing at them feverishly. Her cries were loud and lewd.

"Yes! OH ma uhhh ahhh uhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me! Ram your cock in, baby! Harder! OHHHHHH uhhh yes that's it oh ma uhhh yes c'mon ... do it!"

"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock, you whoring bitch! Take it! Ahhhh uhhh ahhh uh ah uh ah uh oh fuck yes!"

"Ohhhh uhhh yes ... oh Pruhhhkahhhhhsh uhhhh yes! Fuck me! C'mon ... c'mon ... do it ... harder ... ohhh yes ... harder, yes! Ahhhh that's it ... c'mon ... Prakash ... do it! Fuck me! Harder!"

"Take it, whore!" he shouted. "Ghe, rundi, ghe!"

"Ahhhhhh uhhh yes!"

"C'mon, you fucking slut ... take my prick, bitch! Take it!"

"Oh ma uh oh uh oh uh oh!"

"Bitch! Whoring bitch! Take my cock ... c'mon, whore ... oh fuck uhh yes ... take my prick, slut!"

"Yes! Oh yes! Oh ma uhhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

"Say you like it, bitch! Let me hear you!"

"Yes! uh oh ma uhh yes! uh oh ma uhhh yes ... Fuck me! Fuck me Prakash! Fuck me hard! Fuck my slit, baby! Fuck it hard! Shove your cock up my cunt, baby! OHHHHHH yeh ... oh yes oh fuck yes c'mon ... do it! Do it, baby! Fuck me!"

The words inflamed him. He rammed in harder and harder, plunging and pistoning madly, furiously, slamming his hips at her buttocks.

"Talk, bitch!" he snarled. "Tell me ya like it! Lemme hear ya! Tell me what you want!"

"Oh god yes! I want it! Give it to me, baby! Fuck me! I want it!"

"What? What d'you want?"

"Your ... your cock Prakash! I want your cock! Oh ma uhhh ahh uhhh ahh! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me hard! Stuff me with your cock!"

Faster and faster he went, gasping desperately, ramming into her, jerking and rocking her body under his, gripping her hips and digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her body. Her cunt convulsed on his penis.

She moaned and cried out, keeping up the obscene litany, slamming her hips back against his thighs, jerking her cunt along the length of his penis.

He could see the long, dark, glistening stem of his own cock appearing and disappearing between the curved lobes of her buttocks and suddenly remembered a pornographic video that Jayant had once run for the servants.

A huge black guy was shown fucking an Indian woman just like this -- that was what made it sexier still. But he could still recall it vividly, every frame etched in memory. It had been just like this -- except that the man had been fucking not her cunt, but her ass.

He looked at her rear again. The tight, puckered flesh of her anus winked at him. He remembered how she had taken his finger in her anus and, suddenly, was overwhelmed by an urge to force his cock into her anus, to bugger her.

He knew just how much she loved being fucked in the butt.

He jerked his cock out of her cunt and pressed his cock-head between her buttocks to her tight anus. Anuja tensed, her head jerking up, her face twisted in joyous anticipation.

"Want it in your ass, whore?" he cried. "Want me to fuck your butt?"

"Yes! Oh god yes!"

"Yeh! You always did like it in the ass, didn't you, bitch? Now take my cock! I want your ass, bitch! I want to fuck your butt! C'mon whore! Take it!"

He creased her buttocks open and, gripping her fiercely, flexed his buttocks and pushed his hips forward. His cock-head popped into her rear-channel, pushing the orifice open.

The effect was electrifying. Her face contorted in a savage rictus of lust, her eyes screwing shut, her mouth torn open, her lips jerked back over her teeth, her head craned, tendons popping in her throat.

"OHUHOHHHUHOHUHOHMAUHOHHPRAKASH-UHHHOHHHH uh Oh uh
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja's cry rang out loudly in the
silence of the small, stuffy room.

"Ahh uhh yes uhhh Ahh uhh AHHHHHHHHH!" Prakash cried exultantly, provoked by her expression of lust, her cry, his subjugation and domination of her and the fact that he, a lowly gardener, not even one of the house-staff, was sodomizing this *memsahib*, this slut, this whore, his slut, his whore.

"Oh uh ah uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ..." Anuja moaned, her breath coming in heaving, wracked sobs. "Oh ma uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohh!"

Deeper and deeper he pushed his cock, driving it into her delightful anus as far as he could, gasping at its fierce heat and manic convulsions, his buttocks flexing taut, till his hips were pinned to her buttocks.

Anuja quivered and moaned, beside herself with joy. He looked at her reflection in the mirror and grinned. He slid his hands up her body and crushed her breasts and then hit them sharply.

She gasped, her anus impaled deeply on his cock, her chest heaving, her head sagging, her buttocks squirming against his thighs.

"Like it, whore?" he grunted. "Like it in the ass, don't you? Tell me you like it, bitch! Tell me you like it when I fuck your ass!"

"Oh god oh god oh god," she sobbed.

"Say it!" he shouted, hitting her breasts again, making her gasp.

"Say it!"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Oh god yes ... it ... it feels good ... ohh god yes, Prakash ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck my butt!"

He laughed again. "Again, slut! Let me hear you beg like a gutter-whore!"

"Ohhh ... uhhh ohhh yes ... fuck me, Prakash ... fuck my ass ... shove your ... cock ... right up my ass, baby ... shove it in ... shove it all in! I want it!"

He laughed triumphantly and began sodomizing her heavily and deeply, thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt. Anuja whimpered, rocking under him.

He thought of the black stud and how he'd fucked the lovely woman and tried to emulate the image, pumping his hips rhythmically back and forth, jerking her body to and fro under his. Now he, too, was a stud, as much of a sex machine as that hugely-endowed black.

Then he remembered also how the man had put his hand under belly and finger-fucked her while he fucked her butt. Bending, he pushed his hand under her stomach and arched his finger into her cunt.

Anuja's head snapped up in shock and surprise and delight. She cried out loudly and, at last, lost control, unable to deny her climax any longer.

"OHHHHHHh uh Oh ma uhhhh Oh Prakash! Prakash! Prakash! Uhhh yes! Ohma uhhhhh ahhhh uhhh OHHHHH!" she cried as the tidal wave of pleasure hit and hit and hit.

Incredibly, and despite the frantic convulsions of her cunt and ass, he didn't come. Instead, he moved faster and faster, ramming his cock in and out of her anus, making her gasp and choke and moan thickly, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets as his swollen
cock rocked in a fury in and out of her convulsing asshole.

"OHHH uh OH uh OH uh OH ma uh OHMA uh OH Prakash uhh OHH!" she cried.

"Yeah uhh yeh uhh oh yeh ohh fuck yes c'mon whore c'mon bitch take it c'mon! Yes ... c'mon! Take it ... oh fuck yes ... take it, whore! Take my prick!"

Suddenly, with a loud cry, he jerked out of her. She cried out in shock at the sudden release in pressure.

He moaned and before she could anticipate his next move, plunged his cock into her cunt and began fucking her demonically, ramming his cock savagely in and out of her flesh.

"YES!" he shouted. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes uhh oh yeh oh yeh c'mon bitch take it uhh yeh take it you whoring slut take it! Oh uhh *hanh* uhh oh!"

"OHHHHH uhh OH ma uh Oh uhhh yes Oh god yes uhh OHHH!" Anuja cried desperately, her body shaking and trembling as another orgasm hit her and then a third.

On and on he went, pillaging and plundering her cunt, ramming wildly in and out of her cunt, making her body jerk and rock with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling violently, his cries ringing in her ears.

Again he pulled out of her and now, flinging her on her back, jerked her legs open and rammed into her cunt again, hammering his hips wildly up and down and back and forth, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt.

"C'mon! C'mon, bitch, c'mon bitch c'mon bitch take it uh take it uh take it uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh fuck uh yes uh oh fuck yes!" he cried, his hips bucking furiously up and down, his cock pounding in and out of her cunt, savaging her molten cunt-flesh.

"Ah uh ah uh oh uh ohma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhh oh uhh yes oh god oh god oh god uhhh yes!"

Anuja cried out, her body whipping and arching and jerking and snapping violently on the cot under him, her breasts wobbling and jiggling painfully, her head flipping from side to side.

He moaned and panted, moving faster and faster and then, with a sudden, sharp cry, lurched out of her.

Shaking his cock, he scooted up over her face and pushed his penis into her mouth.

"Suck it!" he snarled. "Suck hard! Suck my prick, bitch!"

Anuja moaned, choking, sputtering, and began sucking his cock feverishly. Seconds later, with a shuddering moan, he began to come in her mouth, shooting his load down her throat.

"Swallow it!" he cried. "Drink my jizz, whore! Take it!"

He came and came and came, his gunk flooding her mouth and dribbling down her chin and cheeks. He shook his cock over her breasts, splashing hot gunk on her body and then, moving down again, forced his slowly dwindling cock back into her cunt.

Under him, Anuja moaned thickly, arching her hips eagerly under his, taking him deep into her flesh, her head spinning, overjoyed at how well he had fucked her, well-pleased.

Her body tingled as he eased slowly out of her cunt and sank down on the bed beside her. She turned in his arms, her body trembling and shaking, still panting heavily.

"My god," she breathed, kissing him tenderly. "My god, Prakash!"

He smiled, cupping her breast. "It was very good, wasn't it?"

"Very good? It was fantastic!" she breathed, in genuine pleasure.

"And guess what?"

The gardener laughed softly. "Tell me."

"I want more!"

"Who'd have guessed?" he chuckled, pulling her down to the cot
again and turning her over under him.

"Who'd have guessed?"




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Smita
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Later that afternoon, Anuja stole from Jayant's bed and went to Shankar's. Jayant slept on, exhausted from the fucking of the night before and later that morning, after she had done with Prakash.

She slipped out of bed and, wrapping a gauzy nightgown around her, stole through the house to the servant's quarters. As she stepped into the stuffy little chamber, Shankar chuckled softly in the gloom. Anuja smiled to herself.

"I knew you'd come, whore," he said softly. "C'm here. Suck my cock. Then I'm going to fuck your ass."

Anuja smiled happily and, slipping the gown off her naked shoulders, knelt obediently by the narrow pallet against the far wall and bent her head over her servant's crotch, taking his thick, warm penis gratefully in her mouth.

The youth grinned, his head craned, watching her, his legs spread wide, his hips bucking
and lurching under her face.

Minutes later, he was fucking her in the kitchen. Her lovely face was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back, her sexy lips parted, her teeth bared in a rictus of lust, her nostrils flared.

Her body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as the cook fucked her rapidly. Shankar bent over her on his knuckles and knees, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins.

Anuja loved his cock. She lay on her back, her legs forked and spread with Shankar bucking between them. Her legs curled about his thighs.

Her hips heaved up at his. Shankar's swollen, glistening cock, ridged with thick veins, plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. He could hear it squelching into her belly, rasping out, squelching in again, drawing shuddering moans from her.

Her body snapped and bowed with his savage thrusts, curling under his. Her head flipped from side to side, her face suffused with a radiance of lust.

"OHHH Shankar-Shankar-Shuhhhh uh oh uhh Shunhhkuhhr uhh OHH! UNHhh ... OH-OHH-OHH!" she gasped. "*hanh* UHHhh *hanh* uhhhh *hanh* uhh OHmauhhOHHHuhh OH OH OHHH uhh OHHH uhhh OHHH uhh OH ma uhh OHHmaohmaohmaOHHHHH!"

Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The gold chain around her neck tossed and slithered between her breasts.

Shankar's buttocks flexed and unflexed, his cock rose, slid into her like a sword, lifted up again. Faster and faster he moved, thrusting deeper and harder into her. He flung his head back, his eyes closed.

Anuja dug her fingers into his bunched biceps. Her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, the gold chain around her neck crushed between the lovely mounds.

Their cries rang softly in the still house, and she feared they might wake Jayant; she knew he didn't approve of this incessant sex with the servants. But there was nothing she could do to stop. She didn't want to.

"Yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Fuck me!" she begged.

"UNHHH ... UNHH ... UNHHH ... C'MON ... take it, bitch ... take my cock!" he panted.

He began pistoning like a triphammer at, his cock ramming in and out, in and out, in and out. He paused for a second to lever her thighs wider apart and to lean more steeply over him.

At once he hit a furious, feverish, ram-fucking stroke again that drove the breath from her in a hissing gasp and tore a choking cry from her throat. Their bodies glistened with sweat.

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Shankar slowed suddenly and she moaned, squeezing her breasts in her hands, rolling the heavy mounds under her palms, tweaking her nipples. She caressed his hard chest and belly, and then her hands slid to her loins and her left hand encircled his pistoning shaft, the right clawing her cunt-lips open.

His cock rasped between her fingers. The sight of the dark cock in her fair fingers, under her gold wedding band, was incredibly sexy.

Shankar's hips rose and fell, rose and fell, his cock gliding smoothly, deeply, in and out. She whimpered and arched, writhing in pleasure and orgasmed, her body stiffening under his, twitching as the waves crashed over her.

Her body arched to his, her fingers digging into his strong shoulders.

When she had finished, Shankar slowly pulled out of her. His cock was still rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders hunched, her pretty face turned to one side, begging for more.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Keep fucking me."

Shankar grinned. She was acting like a bitch in heavy rut.

"Okay, okay ... I'll fuck you, slut," he chuckled. "Up your ass."

Anuja smiled happily. She got to her feet and leaned over the kitchen counter, her buttocks thrust back at him.

They lobed open, exposing her puckered anus. Shankar licked four fingers in an utterly obscene action and smeared his spittle around her asshole.

"Wait," he muttered. He stretched an arm around her and flipped open the lid of the butter dish. He dug his fingers into the soft yellow butter and scooped up a generous pat.

Grinning at her, smeared it around her anus. Anuja writhed, whimpering. He smeared his erect cock with it, coating it thickly. It shone and glistened dully.

"Now c'mon," he muttered and shuffled forward.

Shankar pressed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed. He chuckled and spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around her anus. He guided it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed.

Anuja bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled. Her breasts and necklaces swung free.

Shankar splayed her buttocks open with one hand and slowly pushed his cock-head inward. It found its target, held.

Anuja gasped and stiffened. Her fingers clawed. She clenched a towel cock on the tiled counter wall. Shankar slid his hips forward.

"OHMAOHMAOHMAOHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja called, her face twisting with shock and agony and delight.

Shankar's head jerked back and he gasped. The huge cock slithered between her buttocks, vanishing inexorably into her rear channel.

He clenched her buttocks, pulled them wide, and thrust deeper and deeper and deeper. Anuja began to pant in joyous agony, her voice ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn open, her head jerked up.

In and in and in he went, gritting his teeth, biting his lower lip, his head falling on his chest, now holding her hips and driving deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Anuja sobbed, her breath coming in heaving rasps.

"OH-Shankar ... Shankar ... c'mon ... c'mon ... quickly!" she gasped. "Do it!"

Shankar crowed in delight. He leaned forward and squeezed her swollen breasts hard. They grew slippery with the butter. He stroked and caressed her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her breasts again.

Holding her hips, he began move his own slowly, fucking her ass. Anuja gasped, rocking and lurching beneath him, turning her arm to cup her dangling breast, squeezing and kneading it in excitement.

"Yes ... OHhhh yes yes OHHhhh yes yes OHhhhgodyes!" she cried.

"Yes! C'mon, whore! C'mon! Yes!" Shankar growled.

He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris. Anuja gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and fro of her own accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft.

Shankar began to move faster. His belly sucked in. Controlling her movements with his fingertips on her upper buttocks, he speared her asshole with his cock, shoving it in, pulling out, thrusting in again.

His cock shone and glistened as it emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. Her cries were small, broken, her face distorted in a rictus of agonised passion.

"C'mon ... take it! C'mon, you fucking whore! Take it!" he cried.

Shankar moved faster still, his hips jerking rapidly to and fro, his cock gliding in and out. He paused to spread his legs on either side of her hips. He leaned over her with his hands on the counter edge, his cock buried deep in her, his body bent over hers.

She was pinned beneath him. She waited for him to take his pleasure. His buttocks reared suddenly, sharply, then drove down into her savagely.

With a shuddering cry, Shankar began to ram-fuck her butt. Anuja's breath ripped from her throat in a hoarse, ululating cry. Her mouth tore open. Her breasts began to jiggle furiously, her necklace whipping frantically back and forth.

Shankar's hips slammed into her buttocks again and again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, rising and falling, his cock pistoning furiously in and out.

He was streaming with sweat now, his body arched, his head flung back and his mouth torn open. Faster and faster he went and Anuja began to orgasm. She went rigid under him, clawing and moaning, her head arched hard.

Her breath came in broken rasps, her moans were thick and heavy and long. The servant continued to butt-fuck her.

At last he stopped and slowly drew out of her. She stood trembling against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps.

Shankar moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face.

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He chuckled, spreading his legs. "Like it, whore?"

She nodded weakly, her head bowed, her body heaving. His rampant penis was thrust at her face.

"Suck me?" Shankar asked softly.

Anuja nodded slowly. Shankar smiled and pulled her head down to his groin. His butter-smeared penis, glistening with the juices from her cunt and anus was at her face.

Laughing softly at her bent over his lap, Shankar stroked her face with it, teasing her, dodging her questing lips. Finally, he relented and let her have it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the sticky, slimy, slippery cock-head.

She began to lick it eagerly, running her tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't matter that it had just invaded her asshole.

"How d'you like the taste of your ass, whore? C'mon ... suck it hard!" The servant commanded his mistress.

She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his cock-shaft. Her cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck his cock, jerking his cock, holding his thigh, her cheeks hollowing.

Her head moved back and forth on his twitching loins. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Shankar gasped, flinging his head back and groaning in delight. His belly drew in with tension.

She cupped his low, heavy balls, fondling them. He looked down at her, one hand on her head, jerking it to and fro. She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered like lightning over his glans.

Shankar lost control and spewed his jizz into her mouth.

Moaning deliriously, Anuja opened her mouth and jerked his cock. Cum spattered on her face and neck and dangling breasts. She took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it some more, her head moving rapidly, drawing the very last drop of jizz out of his cock.

Spunk dribbled down her chin and over her breasts, spattering on the counter.

He was done. He grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Anuja licked his thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Shankar watched, grinning hugely, as she lifted her breasts and rubbed them into the puddled gunk on the counter in an utterly wanton action.

She rose with her breasts shining with gunk and arched her chest to his head, sliding an arm around his neck, drawing his lips to her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her face creased in a smile of delight as his tongue and teeth caressed her nipples.

"God, that was good," she murmured.

He slid his hand between her legs and gently arched a finger into her slit. Her cunt was wet and it still clamped eagerly on his finger.

"Fucking whore," he grinned. "Fucking randy whore."

"Yes," she groaned. "Fuck me again, Shankar ... fuck me again."

He laughed softly. "Later."

"No. Not later. Now."

"Try and get me up. If you can I'll fuck you."

He hopped up on the counter and spread his legs and Anuja moaned and bent her head to his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it gently. He had spent himself and it took a long time before his cock began to stir.

She sucked and masturbated him patiently. She had his cock in her mouth, rocking her head gently up and down and back and forth when an idea came to her.

"Shankar," she murmured. "Not here."

"What?"

"I don't want to fuck here."

"What?"

She grinned lasciviously, sensual and beautiful in her wanton arousal. "Inside," she whispered. "In the bedroom."

"Fuck, you're crazy!" he said. "Jayant is there!"

"So what?"

"He's asleep!"

"That's what makes it so sexy."

He stared at her, his eyes glittering with excitement. She was right. It was a very sexy idea, erotic because this was really unthinkable, that he should bang his master's lover right there on the same bed on which his master slumbered.

It was quite another thing to do it when his master was awake and permitted it.

"Not on the bed, then," he said. "On the floor."

"No. On the bed. Right there. Next to him."

"Fuck! You're mad!"

"Yes!" she breathed, sucking his cock feverishly again. "Yes, I'm mad! Mad for your cock!"

The servant grinned and hopped off the counter. She laughed softly, kissing him. His cock had jumped erect in excitement. She fondled it gently, jerking the shaft in her slender, elegant fingers.

They slipped out of the kitchen and stole silently into the bedroom. Jayant, exhausted, was fast asleep, lying on his back, his chest rising and falling evenly.

Anuja smiled and turned to Shankar, whose heart was pounding with fear and excitement. The servant looked at his master's naked body.

Shankar laughed silently in excitement. She kissed him, writhing her body against his, pressing her cunt and fleshy breasts against him.

Taking his hand in her hers, she pulled him around to Jayant's side of the bed and, sinking to her knees, took her servant's cock in her mouth and began sucking him again.

Shankar stifled a moan. He fucked her mouth slowly, his head bent, one eye on her sleeping husband, excited as much by the danger as by her cock-sucking.

She sucked him wantonly, fondling her breasts, lifting and squeezing them in her hands, fondling her cunt, rubbing and squeezing her breasts over his cock, sucking and licking his balls.


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His cock throbbed ominously in her fist and mouth. He pushed her head away. Anuja got to her feet and moving to her side of the bed, slipped in beside her slumbering cousin.

Reaching up, she took Shankar's hand and drew him onto the bed with her. She spread her legs under him as he bent over her, between her thighs, his cock-head at her cunt-lips. She took his cock and pulled it to her cunt-hole.

Stifling a moan, the cook squeezed his cock gently into her cunt. Anuja whimpered softly, her fleshy body bending in a slow, exquisite arch as the huge penis seared into her cunt.

"Oh ma uh Ah!" she gasped as the searing heat of his penis bit into her cunt.

Startled by her loud cry, the servant froze, looking at Jayant in panic. He didn't stir, oblivious to his cousin and servant fucking inches from his body.

The cook groaned, arching his handsome head. He flexed his buttocks and slowly pushed deeper and deeper into Anuja's clonic cunt. She writhed under him, her legs spread wide, her cunt arching greedily under his hips, drawing his cock deeper and deeper into her flesh.

Bent over her on his knees, his palms crushing her heavy, swollen breasts, the cook slid his hips further forward, going in and in till he was fully buried in her flesh.

Then he paused. Anuja moaned softly, her hips twitching and writhing erotically under his.

"C'mon Shankar ... fuck me ... ohh uh ohh uh yes ... uh ahh uh Oh uh yes! Ohhhh uhhh OHHH uhh OHHHH uhhh Ohmauhhh yes ... oh god yes ... ohhh yes, baby, yes!"

The cook fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, then, marvelling at his fortune. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, drawing his cock steeply out of her, pausing, then grinding down into her with a wicked spiralling thrust that made her gasp and clench at his bulging biceps.

"Ohhh uhhh yes! Oh baby yes! Fuck me! Ohhh god yes!" she wept.

Her breasts jiggled with his thrusts, bouncing sexily. She split her legs open further, drawing him deeper still into her slit. Anuja's eyes were bright with lust. She smiled ecstatically at her servant. She murmured in pleasure.

The bed rocked gently with their motions. The servant hit a rhythm, moving his cock steadily in and out of her cunt. She groaned and arched and lurched beneath him, her head rolling from side to side, the bed rocking with their motions.

Bending his head, he sucked her breasts gently. Anuja moaned in delight and caressed his head. Anuja cupped the servant's face in her hands and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

"Now," she murmured, tonguing his ear. "Fuck me hard, Shankar."

For the next thirty minutes, as Anuja fucked the cook inches from his body, Jayant slept on, drowned in his own dream of passion.

Beside him, Anuja whimpered thickly, her body writhing and heaving in feverish joy under the servant's piercing, exquisite thrusts.

Anuja's joy was unconfined. Jayant's servants couldn't seem to have enough of her, and she did not deny them their satisfaction, even though it meant that she had less time with Jayant.

For his part, he revelled in her evident enjoyment of sex with his servants and contented himself with watching her.

Using his fancy new video camera, shot endless tapes of her fucking the servants. Actually, that was first her idea not his.

"Want to watch the servant fuck me?" she asked later that afternoon, when she had finished fucking Shankar and, shooing him out of the room, turned her attention to her cousin.

She woke him with butterfly caresses of her lips and teeth and tongue and fingers, arousing him till his cock was rock-hard in her mouth and his hips were bucking and squirming under her face.

When he was ready, she rolled over and drew him over her, between her thighs, gasping thickly as his swollen, throbbing penis surged into her wet cunt-flesh. They fucked slowly at first, rocking and bucking together till their lust and hunger sharpened.

Then their movements became more feverish and he thrust into her harder and deeper and faster, his hips swinging up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly.

He reared up, his head flung back, his legs folded under his buttocks, knees spread wide and, holding her thighs wide apart in his hands, fucked her mercilessly, reaming his cock greedily into her cunt.

Beneath him, Anuja's cries were sharp and high and her body jerked and snapped with his
thrusts, her face contorted with spasms of joy, her swollen, gorged breasts jiggling, their nipples nut-hard.

"OHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Ooooh baby yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt, Jayant ... fuck it hard!" she gasped, hissing and mewing her joy.

He slid out of her and flipped her over onto her front. She knelt before him on all fours like a bitch in heat. He squatted steeply over her flared hips and quickly squeezed his cock into her cunt again.

Anuja hissed in joy, her tongue pressed sexily to her upper lip, her body rocking forward under his thrust, her face turned over her shoulder to him, moaning wanton obscenities.

He began fucking her furiously, hammering his hips at her buttocks, slapping his thighs at them. Bent over before him, Anuja groaned and cried out, her breasts and necklace pendulous, swinging madly, her buttocks bouncing off her cousin's sturdy thighs.

"Yeh! C'mon, bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it!" he shouted.

"Oh uh oh uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh OH yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh god yes!" she called in response.

Their climaxes approached and he slid out of her again, foiling her orgasm, making her whimper and groan in feverish desperation, begging for more. Rolling over on his back, he made her straddle his hips and mount his cock.

Anuja cried out thinly as she impaled her cunt on his cock and, wild with excitement, began bucking on it, rocking up and down, reaching back to squeeze his balls, her breasts wobbling and jerking, her gold necklace tossing and dancing on her tawny skin, her head flung back.

Her buttocks bounced off his heaving hips and strong thighs and he squeezed her breasts in his frenzy. She began to orgasm and he gasped at the hot, tight convulsions of her cunt on his cock.

He wanted to come but, seconds before he shot, she slipped off his cock and, bending over, thrust her face into his crotch and sucked his cock furiously, her head bucking up and down over his lap.

Lifting one leg, she plunged a hand into her groin and began masturbating furiously, her hips twitching at her slender, shapely wrist and bejeweled fingers. Jayant couldn't hold back.

The sight of her sucking his cock with such hunger was too much to bear. With a shuddering moan, he exploded and Anuja groaned, opening her mouth wide, her lascivious tongue running up and down his cock-shaft and round and round his cock-head. Jizz spumed from the slit in his cock-head and she moaned happily as it spattered her face and cheeks and breasts and shot into her open, hungry mouth.

She took his cock in her mouth again, slowly sucking it dry.

And then, as they snuggled together, her fingers toying with his still quivering, sticky cock, his tongue and lips tormenting her breasts, she asked if he wanted to watch her fuck the servant.

"Now? Haven't you had enough?" he asked, grinning.

"No such thing as enough," she giggled. "I don't know the meaning of the word."

He laughed. "So it seems. Okay, you want to do it now or after dinner?"

She grinned and kissed him, squeezed his cock gently. "Both. Either. Whatever. I want to fuck all the servants. Again and again. And then I want to fuck you again. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck."

Jayant laughed and kissed her. "You're one mad nympho, Anji. Crazy bitch."

"Mm. You complaining?"

"Nope."

"Okay, let's go then."

He got his video camera and they went out naked and Ramu saw them as he was setting the table and his eyes widened in pleased comprehension.

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"Good fuck, eh?" he said to Jayant.

Jayant grinned. "Fantastic. As always."

Ramu grinned. "You want dinner, you two?"

"Not right away. After a bit." Anuja smiled and went up to him. "Right now, I want some sex. More sex. Good, hard, hot sex. With you."

She slipped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him like a lover, her tongue pressing between his lips, her naked body writhing against his. "I want your cock, Ramu. I want to suck it and lick it and then I want it in my cunt and in my ass ..."

The servant grinned through the kiss, his hands on her breasts, her buttocks, caressing her curved, tawny naked body.

He was wearing a tight white vest and shorts and now she rolled his vest up under his arms and bent her head to his nipples while her hands slipped inside his shorts and crawled around to his crotch.

She moved from one nipple to the other, whipping the stiff points with her pointed tongue and slowly slid to her knees, dragging his shorts down as she went.

He rucked the vest off his head and stood before her, naked, powerful, erotic, undeniable, the distinction between master and servant quite blurred.

Jayant had the camera to his eye already, circling them, filming every move. Anuja knelt before the servant and slowly jerked his thick penis, kissing it tenderly.

Parting her lips, she took his cock in her warm, hungry mouth and began sucking it slowly and heavily. The servant groaned softly as his cock bloated and ballooned in her mouth and fingers, filling and distending her lovely face.

Her head rocked back and forth in his hands and he pumped his hips at her face, fucking her mouth with evident pleasure. She sucked him steadily, using her tongue and lips and fingers and teeth deftly till he was gasping and groaning, his belly rippling with excitement and tension.

"C'mon ... suck it," he gasped, his hands at his crotch, fingers and thumbs forming a delta around the base of his shaft. "Suck it, whore! Suck my dick!"

Anuja groaned thickly and sucked his dark, thick cock greedily, her head rocking back and forth between his servant's thighs. Whimpering, she sucked his balls, caressed her face with his penis, took it between her breasts.

The servant grunted softly and fucked her face while Jayant ran the video camera.

He pushed her head away and got down on the floor on his back. Hissing in pleasure, Anuja straddled his face and lowered her cunt onto it. Ramu prised her cunt-lips open in his fingers and thrust his tongue up into her hot, wet slit.

Jayant zoomed in to a close up of his tongue darting and flickering rapidly in and out and round and round in her cunt.

"Ohhhh yes! Oh fuck yes, Ramu yes!" she gasped, writhing her hips on his face, her hands squeezing and crushing her breasts erotically.

Jayant took a long shot of her bucking and writhing on his face, her head flung back, her face suffused with lust. After several minutes, she stopped and slid back, straddling his hips, his rampant erection in her hand.

With a shuddering moan, she moved it between her thighs and impaled herself on it. The servant grunted and arched up under her slowly, thrusting his cock up deep into her cunt.

Anuja moaned, arching and moaning and hissing in pleasure, her face turned back, her arms outstretched, palms on the floor. Groaning thickly, she began to move, rocking up and down on his cock.

"OHHH yes! Oh god yes, Ramu yes ... oh fuck yes!" she gasped.

Jayant scurried around behind and, dropping to his knees, took a shot of her cunt rising and falling along the length of the servant's shaft.

He took shots of her face, radiant with excitement and lust, her body bouncing and rocking and jerking up and down, her breasts tossing, her gold necklace flying, slapping on her tawny skin.

Faster and faster she went and then, suddenly, slapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing his cock in her cunt. The servant groaned and heaved and pumped his hips under her, his hands on her swollen breasts.

Anuja was insatiable. Through the viewfinder, Jayant watched his cousin orgasm, gasping and crying out, rocking and bucking feverishly on his servant's cock. He eased her off his lap and she lay on her back, her legs spread wantonly.

Jayant motioned to the servant to wait and rolled the camera over her naked body, lingering on her cunt. She opened her cunt-lips open for him and looked at the lens straight, mouthing erotic obscenities, fondling her breasts.

Jayant stepped back and the servant moved between her legs and, bending over her on outstretched arms and knees began fucking her slowly and deeply, his hips rising and falling, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock grinding in and out of her cunt.

Jayant zoomed in and took loving shots of his cock squelching and pistoning in and out of her flesh, of her body writhing and lurching and rocking under his servant's thrusts, her hips heaving under his, her breasts wobbling, her hands crushing them in excitement.

Faster and faster they went and Jayant moved into loving close-ups of the huge penis plunging and pistoning in and out of his cousin's visibly wet cunt. Her cries rang in his
ears.

"OHHHHHH uhhh OH ma uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH yes Oh yes baby yes ... c'mon Ramu ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck me!" she gasped thickly, her body jerking and rocking with his thrusts, her swollen breasts wobbling and jiggling furiously.

"Chul rundi, chul! C'mon whore! Take my cock, you fucking bitch! Oh fuck yes! OHHHHH uhhh yeh oh fuck yeh oh that's good yeh ... c'mon, slut ... take it! Take it all! Ahhhhhh uhhhh yes!" the servant gasped, his face creased in joy, his head flung back, his muscular body strained in every nerve.

Several minutes later, the servant slid out of her and, turning her on her front, fucked her from behind, kneeling behind her and running his cock rapidly in and out of her cunt.

Anuja moaned and gasped, her knees spread wide, her body jerking and rocking and lurching to and fro under the servant's pounding thrusts, her breasts pendulous, heavy, the nipples nut-hard, the swollen mounds jiggling, her gold necklace dancing.

Jayant filmed in slow motion from a front shot, showing her face radiant with lust, then moved lower and took a breath-taking shot between their legs, showing her breasts rising, falling, slapping together, her necklace tossing, her face spasming in joy as the man's huge penis appeared and disappeared between the smooth curves of her buttocks.

On and on they went and Jayant filmed it steadily. It was timed to perfection and the servant gasped and groaned and fucked her faster still till he lost control.

Groaning, he pulled out of her and exploded, jizz shooting from his cock-head and spattering her buttocks and back and thighs. He squeezed his cock dry, whipping against her buttocks and anus and cunt and then entered her slit again.

Beneath him Anuja moaned and gasped as he fed his cock back into her cunt. Jayant pressed the fade-out button just as the tape began to run out.

Jayant is raging with lust. He rips off his clothes and flings himself at her. Anuja gasps softly, dreamily and moans as his cock surges into her cunt without further ado. She arches steeply under him, whimpering her joy, moaning obscene encouragement as his cock rocks in and out of her flesh.

Jayant gasps, his body sticky with the seed of his servants off her flesh and arches his head and closes his eyes.

His mind fills with the wonderful, erotic scenes he has filmed over the weekend, those incredible scenes of his lovely cousin fucking the servants, fucking them and fucking them and fucking them.

Beneath him, Anuja's cries get sharper and higher and he groans, thrusting greedily into her cunt, desperate for release, all else forgotten, there is nothing and no one else now, just the two of them, no one else, not the servants, not anyone, not even, not even yet his fiancee, Vaishali, no, not her, her least of all, it is a fear he would like now to forget, at least for now, for now.





Yet another big update being Saturday and Sunday

End of Part 13 Aurangabad Antics

Next Part 14 Wild At Heart


Hope you are loving it in terms of excitement as I too knew this story has full of sex in it. More then any other story of mine or anyone else.

But still could like to have your comments good bad boring whatever you people feel like please post the same

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thank you guys for all the wonderful comments you have posted.

Posting my next part of Pentaprism


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14

Wild At Heart

Not that Vaishali was a spring chicken in matters sexual. Unknown to Anuja and Jayant, she, too, had a rich and varied sex life, one that began in her early teens with a house-servant, Raju, and continued without respite through the years.

At sixteen, Vaishali was a knockout. She was slender and tall and fair, with a stunning figure and a truly beautiful face. She was easily the sexiest, prettiest girl in the whole college.

Her hair was long and silky and hung down to her waist in a glossy sheen when she left it open or made it into one long, bouncing pony tail. Her neck was exquisite, a tall column of superb slimness and her face was extraordinarily delicate, poised atop the column of her neck with a perfectly poised tilt.

Her mouth was sensual, with a full, straight lower lip and a slim, bowed upper one. Her teeth were pearly and even. She had high cheekbones and a fine, straight nose. Her ears were superbly shaped and nicely lobed.

She had a wide, clear brow, naturally shaped eyebrows, and her eyes were devastating: doe like, almond shaped, dark and fiery when she was in heat, soft and warm in the afterglow of an orgasm.

The lashes were long and beautifully curved. Lined with *kohl* her eyes were bewitching. She had a curiously husky, slightly sibilant and utterly erotic tone to her natural voice, so that she seemed to be inviting sex even during a perfectly normal conversation.

Her skin was clear as satin, utterly unflawed, smooth and fair and creamy, not one blemish on it anywhere.

Her body matched the pulchritude of her face. Her arms and legs were long and smoothly turned with slim wrists and ankles and shapely, elegant hands and feet, the fingers long and exquisite.

She was fond of gold and diamond jewellery and wore a lot of it: earrings, toe rings, anklets, bracelets, a small nose stud in the left nostril, necklaces that were long and dangling, waist girdles.

It looked very, very sexy on her. Her neck sloped to perfect breasts, full and firm, sloping, with the upper sides curved like a ski slope, the lower side full, bracing the upper.

Her nipples were very long, the aureoles small and dark. Beneath, her body narrowed sharply to a wasplike, coke-bottle waist and then her hips flared smoothly and without an ounce of fat on her to stunning legs, superbly formed and shaped.

Her belly was firm and flat, the butt taut and firm. She had a natural hip-swinging walk. When she entered the pool, even in a one piece suit, most of the guys dived underwater to hide their monstrous erections.

And on the days when they made class trips out of town, to a beach, and she turned up in a bikini that bordered on the outrageous the boys nearly creamed at the mere sight of her.

She knew the effect she had on them, and she played it for all it was worth. She had no dearth of admirers: with a face and body and personality like hers, she drew them like moths to a flame.

But she ignored them all. To her, one who had her pick of lovers among the sturdy servants, all real men who knew how to fuck a woman till she was a mass of moaning, sweating, writhing, ecstatic flesh, these callow youths were of no interest. of them all.

She came from an extremely wealthy family and enjoyed all the advantages of wealth. She had motor cars at her disposal and an army of servants and whatever she wanted she got.





New thread started

[b]You Only Live Once[/b]

The first story Posted in this new thread is of Mithali who had sent her sex encounter in her life.

There is nothing great about this story other then Mithali living her life the way she wants to with the help of her Brother in Law.

There are two interesting in fact I could say very interesting encounter with equally good thriller and good sex and good excitement every man women like to have in their life.

Please don't forget to send in your reviews good bad worst for the thread as well as the story which I will be posting

Smita