Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Harry's loins surged with excitement. His cock swelled and strained at his shorts. He thrust his hand into his shorts and began to jerk off slowly, excited and aroused. Sheila was damned sexy and he had the hots for her, he had fucked her mouth and he had licked her slit, and he wanted her. He didn't baulk at the knowledge that it was incest: his lust was too overpowering.

He watched as his sister slid to her knees before the servant. His shirt was completely undone now, and hung open on his shoulders. She had taken off her top. She looked lovely, a thin gold chain crinkling on her creamy skin. She undid the fly of his trousers quickly, and slipped her hand between his legs. Sharan grunted.

She smiled and freed his penis. Harry saw it was huge, the length and weight and thickness all the pornographic magazines assured him women loved. Although he did not know it, Sheila had sucked it, taken it in her cunt, between her breasts, even in her asshole, countless times. He realised with a rush of exhilaration that his own cock was considerably larger.

Sharan's began to swell and harden in her fist. She masturbated him slowly. She flipped the foreskin back with a deftness that could only have come of much experience, her lips parted, and her long, pointed tongue snaked out to coil sinuously around his cock-head. Sharan hissed sharply, his belly sucking in.

Harry heard a soft chuckle and his head snapped around. Across, the room, watching them, the servant Ramu had his trousers down and was masturbating his thick long cock slowly.

Harry turned back to Sheila and Sharan and was just in time to see Sharan jerk her head forward, thrust his hips at her face. Sheila's lovely lips parted and slipped around his cock-head. Her cheeks hollowed delicately as she began to suck on his cock. Sharan moaned and began to rock on his feet, holding her head and moving it to and fro, fucking her mouth.

His cock glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared between her lips. She paused to duck her head and suck his balls, tonguing and licking them, rising to squeeze his cock between her breasts. She ran its sticky head over her nipples. He fucked her breasts for a bit and then she sucked his penis again. His hips snapped back and forth, his cock went in and out of her mouth.

"C'mon ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... suck it, bitch ... suck harder! Suck, whore, suck! Suck my cock! *Chul*, *rundi* ... *choos*! *Jorse* *choos*!" he gasped.

Harry stifled a gasp. He was treating her like a two-bit whore!

Sharan pushed Sheila's head away. She rose, unzipped her taut shorts and bent to shuck them off. Her pubic fuzz was neatly trimmed and already looked damp. She turned and leaned forward over a high, sloping desk on her forearms, her feet spread wide, her buttocks thrust back at him, her lovely breasts and the gold chain pendulous.

Over her shoulder, her voice husky and filled with naked lust, she said, "C'mon, baby ... fuck me ... shove your cock into my pussy, Sharan ... I'm all hot and wet for you ... c'mon ... fuck me!"

Across the room, Ramu chuckled. "Go for it, dude!" he urged. "Fuck her hard, stud ... fuck her real hard! She likes it like that - good and hard. 'Sides, that's what you're paying for, right?"

Ashok couldn't believe his ears. She took money for this! Sheila, his own sister! She was a *whore*! With the *servants*! It was his most erotic fantasy brought to life. He muffled a groan, pumping his swollen penis in his fist, his loins afire.

In the room, Sharan grinned and moved forward, his cock in his hand. He pressed the big cock-head into the dark crevice between the lobes of Sheila's buttocks. Sheila moaned, clawing her cunt-lips wide for his penis. Slowly, smoothly, with a long, shuddering gasp, Sharan squeezed his cock into her cunt.

"Mm ... OHHH uhh Oh yes!" she moaned, her head arching, turning over her shoulder to him, radiant with lust. "Yeh ... oh god yes, Sharan ... fuck me!" she hissed, her tongue pressed sexily to her upper lip. "C'mon, baby ... shove your cock right up my cunt ... mm Ohhh yeh ... that's it, baby ... yes!"

His head arched back, his buttocks flexed, his cock vanished slowly into her pussy, drilling and skewering her deeply, surging into her belly. He held her hips and pursed his lips in tension.

She moaned as he entered her, her head craning, her mouth hanging open, her face a vision of lust.

"Yeh ... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon, whore, c'mon ... take it! Take my cock!"

"Oh uhh ohma uhh yeh oh yeh oh yeh ... oh that's good, baby ... yes ... ooh yeh ... c'mon, baby ... fuck me ... yeh ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my cunt ... fuck me like a whore, baby ... fuck me hard ... yeh ... c'mon ... shove your cock right up my slit, baby ... shove it in *hard* ... ahhh yeh ... that's it!"

Harry's ears burned. She was acting just like a slut, like a porn-queen, like all those women in the movies he'd seen, her expressions were the same, her words were theirs. And Sharan was fucking her like one of them, like a slut. Harry watched, utterly transfixed as Sharan's hips swung smoothly to and fro.

He held her hips and her back curved and arched beneath his. Her breasts jiggled, her gold necklace swung; his hips thrust and recoiled, thrust and recoiled. His massive cock drove deep into her cunt.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He kept at it for a long time, his hands gripping her hips, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking methodically back and forth. Harry could see the huge penis glistening as it went in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks. Her body rocked and jerked under his and she mouthed a litany of erotic obscenities. He ran his hands down her lovely, slender, curved body and squeezed her breasts. She arched her back and he leaned forward and they kissed erotically, their mouths wide, their tongues fencing at each other's.

Sharan began moving faster. He gasped and panting, slapping his hips at her buttocks, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. Her cries rose in the torpid air. His head was flung back and now his hips hammered rapidly at her buttocks, his cock slamming and reaming in and out, in and out, in and out. Her body jerked and lurched beneath his. Her gold chain flapped and swung madly on her skin.

Her jiggling breasts were enormously swollen, the nipples rigid. He stretched his hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard, rolling the heavy mounds in his palms, making her moan and whimper.

"Take it, whore! Take it! C'mon, you fucking bitch ... take my cock!" Sharan gasped.

"Oh yeh ... oh yes, baby yes ... fuck me ... c'mon, you motherfucker ... *fuck me*!" she called feverishly. "*Fuck me, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!*"

They kept fucking for what seemed an eternity, then paused, panting and groaning and, changing position, continued as before. Sheila lay on her back on huge, well-sprung double bed, and drew
her legs up high on either side of his hips. Sharan bent his body over hers pierced her quickly, and she arched hard under him, her back cambering.

"C'mon now, Sharan," she gasped, clenching his thickly padded shoulders. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me real hard, baby! Fuck me hard!"

Sharan gasped and began to ram-fuck her furiously. Harry could see his dark cock running in and out of her cunt, his buttocks bouncing feverishly over her bucking, heaving loins. Her face arched back, and her body jerked on the bed.

Her breasts jiggled with his thrusts. She clenched them, mauling and crushing them in a frenzy. Her face whipped from side to side and her cries were loud and utterly obscene.

"OHHHHh uhhhhh OHHHHH *hanh* uh oh ma uh oh ma uh *hanh* uhh *hanh* uhh *hanh* uhh yeh oh yeh ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! *Chodh* *mujhe*! *Jorse* *chodh* ... *jorse* *chodh*!" she cried.

"Oh fuck oh fuck uhh yeh uhh oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore ... take it ... *le*, *rundi* ... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lund* *ko* ... take my cock!" Sharan gasped.

Sharan bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She responded instantly, sucking on his tongue, taking it deep between her lips, caressing him fiercely. Her hips bucked up heavily at his, sucking his penis deep into her cunt. Sharan swung his hips, grinding down hard. Sheila's luscious body gleamed with sweat. She clenched his head in a frenzy of hot lust and kissed him again.

"Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh baby that's good ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard!"

Sharan moved faster, rearing on his haunches, his hips moving like a trip hammer at top speed, slamming his cock into her hard and deep, making her arch, driving the breath from her throat in an ululating cry with each thrust. Tendons stood out in her neck.

He bent his head to suck on her breasts, nibbling and sucking and letting go and sucking sharply again. Sheila went wild, her body thrashing violently under his, her face wild with lust and passion.

She orgasmed at last. Sharan flung his head back and growled, driving his hips into her with deep, slow, skewering thrusts, slamming in again and again. At last he ground into her and stiffened, holding fast deep inside her cunt. Sheila whimpered ecstatically. Harry saw Sharan's hips twitch and jerk at her cunt, saw the spreading glow on their faces, and then Sharan jerked out of her and shot his load, his jizz spattering over her thighs and cunt and belly and breasts and face.

She moaned, smiling radiantly, scooping his gunk on her fingers and licking them, licking her lips, fondling her breasts. Streaming with sweat, Sharan leaned over her gunk-flecked body and kissed her. His cock was still inside her. Her legs tightened about his hips.

"Again," he heard her say. "Once again."

Sharan looked over his shoulder to Ramu. The servant nodded, grinning, masturbating. "Go ahead, stud," he said. "Have a go. On the house."

Sharan chuckled and slapped her bottom. He rolled over onto his back and pushed her head down to his groin.

"C'mon, whore ... suck my cock!" he growled.

She murmured softly and crouched with her face over his lap. She held his cock, and her lips parted and slid around his cock-head. Sharan grunted softly. His hips twitched up and down. He held her head and moved it in his hands, fucking her mouth with intense enjoyment. Her head bobbed and rose and fell over his lap. His cock glistened and shone between her lips. Her face distended with the size of his cock.

"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my prick," Sharan grunted. "C'mon ... suck my cock, whore ... suck harder ... *choos*, *rundi* ... *jorse* *choos*, *saali* *rahnd*!" Sharan gasped in a thick voice.

He tugged at her shoulders and she moved up to kneel astride his lap. Her body glistened with his sticky jizz. She took his cock and maneuvered it between her cunt-lips. Sharan drew up his knees and arched his hips.

She gasped as his cock slid through her fingers and pierced her cunt. His buttocks flexed beneath her and his cock slid in deeper. She moaned thickly and tossed her head back. Deeper and deeper it went, and her hips sank down to meet his in ascent. Her belly drew in and her breasts thrust out temptingly.

"Oh yes ... oh that's so good, baby ... yes!"

She bent over him on outstretched arms, her swollen breasts pendulous over his body. He squeezed them hard. She whimpered and began to move, grinding her hips round and round in heavy circles. Sharan grunted and moved in unison with her. He appeared to be in no hurry.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Harry watched them for a long while, mesmerised by the sight of their heaving, sweating bodies. Her breasts jiggled, her hips rose and fell, rocked to and fro, back and forth over his body. Her face contorted with lust and desire. Harry saw the servant's enormously swollen penis go in and out of her cunt. He gripped her buttocks and, prising them open, pressed his fingertip to her anus. Sheila gasped and arched.

Her buttocks tensed, then yielded and Sharan slowly inveigled his fingertip into her nether channel. Harry watched them move inexorably towards another climax, their bodies writhing and grinding with increasing urgency. Sheila came first, arching and crying out, her face contorting with pleasure, moaning thickly as her servant slammed his hips up, thrusting his cock deep into her, following her orgasm seconds later with his own, shooting deep into her cunt.

Sheila slid down over Sharan and kissed him. She rolled off him at last with a shuddering sigh. He grunted and slowly got up, got off the bed and began to dress.

Harry watched astounded as Sharan dug into his hip pocket and pulled out a wallet and counted out some money, about a hundred rupees and showed it to Ramu. The servant grinned, acknowledged the payment.

"You coming back?"

"Yeah. Next week. I'll tell you a day or two before."

"Do that. Slots fill up real fast."

"So does her slit," Sharan laughed.

"Right. C'mon. Pay her."

Sharan grinned and Harry watched, dumbfounded, as his sister rolled on her back and spread her legs wide and the servant slid the folded note between her open cunt-lips.

"Ta," she said. "Good fuck. Thanks for the dough."

"No sweat, whore," he chuckled. "No sweat."

Harry ducked into the kitchen as Sharan stepped out of the room and left the house. Then he came back across the hall. Ramu was already there, moving up over her, kissing her, pushing his inflamed cock into her cunt. She lay beneath him, smiling dreamily, arching her cunt to his, kissing him, drawing him into her flesh.

"Mm ... god, you're good, Ramu ... you're so good for me," she murmured and began to rock under him, eroticism in every line.

Harry came violently in his cupped palm. He swore softly, savagely, scooping jizz in his cupped palms and hurrying back to his bathroom.

As he cleaned up, his pulse raced. Now he was determined that he would fuck Sheila one day. She was hot, she was ready, and she wanted him. He no longer had any doubt. It was just a matter of timing it right. None of this slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am stuff for them. It would be beautiful and prolonged and gentle.

He imagined himself fucking Sheila. The vision was intensely erotic. She would be magnificent in bed, soft and gentle and smooth-skinned, her body shining with sweat, heaving and writhing and thrashing under his, moaning and panting eagerly as his cock plundered her cunt.

He longed to shove it into her, to fuck her hard and long, to get her to suck his cock, take it between her breasts, in her cunt, in her ass. She was the one he wanted.

He lay down on his cot, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, letting his imagination feed the fantasy. He could hear sounds from the bedroom again and he grinned. They were at it once more and they were going on and on. He heard, Ramu's chuckle, Sheila's gasp. Harry sighed and closed his eyes and dreamed of incest.

Harry watched as Sheila came out of Calvin's bathroom with a towel dbangd around her shoulders and nothing else. Standing by the window, Calvin grinned when he saw her. She came up to him and he grabbed her and pulled her to the floor and they rolled together in each other's arms, kissing feverishly, her hands tearing at his clothes, his hands mauling her breasts, squeezing her buttocks.

Harry grinned. Nothing she did surprised him anymore.

In seconds, she had her head in his crotch and was sucking his cock hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head up and down over his lap. Calvin grunted, bucking his hips under her face, craning his neck to watch.

"Here. Sit on the chair," she said and made him get on the armchair.

Calvin grinned in delight and spread his legs and his niece knelt on the floor between his thighs like a gutterslut and pushed her face into his groin and took his cock in her mouth. It felt wonderful, and her mouth was soft and warm and moist and she sucked cock like a bitch-goddess. He grunted softly, his hand on her head, rocking it up and down and to and fro to suit his pleasure.

"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... yes!" he murmured. "Suck my cock, whore!"

She moaned and whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, licking his cock-head lasciviously, her lovely *kajal*-rimmed eyes lifted to his face, her cheeks billowing and hollowing sexily as she sucked his cock, her slender fingers coiled around his cock-shaft, pumping it up and down. She caressed her face with his penis, rubbed the sticky cock-head over her nipples and breasts, squeezed the luscious mounds over its throbbing length as she licked and nuzzled his hard, flat belly and swept her tongue through the sexy hollow of his navel.

His cock throbbed in her fist and mouth, hard and hot and long and she groaned as pre-cum gunk spurted from the long slit in his cock-head. Pumping his shaft rapidly, she licked the dewdrops of her servant's seed, catching them on her tongue and lips and cheeks, opening her mouth wide.

"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, whore!" he gasped, pulling her face into his groin again, pushing his cock into her mouth. "Suck my dick, cunt! Suck harder!"

Sheila groaned, loving every minute of it, and continued sucking her uncle's cock hungrily. Several minutes later, he pushed her head away and, getting off the chair, made her take his place. Masturbating slowly behind the door, Harry saw that Sheila was moaning softly with lust. As he watched, she spread her legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair, offering her body in wanton surrender to her uncle. Calvin grinned and went down on his knees before her. They kissed and he fondled her succulent, swollen, turgid breasts, pinching and teasing her rigid nipples.

She sucked sexily on his tongue in her mouth. He bent his head and licked her breasts, sucking sharply, letting go, sucking again, tormenting the stiff points with his lips and teeth and tongue.

"Lick me!" she groaned. "C'mon, Calvin ... lick my slit ... tongue-fuck me!"

Calvin went lower and Sheila groaned, spreading her cunt-lips open for him. His tongue rippled into her slit and she gasped, arching, her hands under her breasts, her back bowing, her head arching back, the breath rushing from her throat, her mouth opening wide. Her hips lurched and he drove his tongue into her streaming cunt, through her unfurled cunt-lips into the molten flesh within. She groaned loudly, her head turning to one side. Her body bucked on the chair as if she was being fucked and her erotic cries rang in his ears, obviously arousing him further.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"OHHH uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh ohma uhhh yes ... ohma uhhh yes ... ohh uhhh ahh uhhhh lick me ... c'mon Uncle Calvin ... lick my pussy ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... there ... oh baby yes ... oh that's so good yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes!"

Her breasts bounced and jiggled gently and she squeezed them erotically in rising excitement, crushing them in her palms, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her face turned to one side. Calvin
slid a finger into her cunt and began tongue-fucking and finger-fucking her simultaneously, whipping her stiff clitoris with his tongue, drawing it out, flicking it this way and that, nibbling it delicately.

"AHHHHH UHHH AHHHH UHHHH ah uh ohhh uhh OHHH uhh OHH uhhh OHMA uhhh *hanh* uhhh OHHHHH!" Sheila cried, going wild as the fires roiled in her groin and breasts, her body jerking and writhing and twisting in a wanton frenzy on the chair, her cunt-juices streaming into his mouth, her cunt convulsing haplessly on his twisting, probing, exploring finger as it jerked in and out of her cunt.

She clenched his hair and pinned his face to her crotch, her hips bucking at his head. "OHHH uhhh Ohma uhhh *hanh* uhhh OH Uncle Calvin! Yes uhhh ohh uhh uhhhh OHHHHHHH!"

He timed it superbly and stopped just before her orgasm broke. She groaned in frustration and despair and tried to jerk his head back into her groin, his finger back into her cunt. He laughed and slapped her breasts roughly. She gasped and moaned and that confirmed Harry's belief that she enjoyed some rough stuff, too. He decided he would fuck her ass one day.

As he watched, Calvin pulled Sheila off the chair and turned her around and pushed her forward with her forearms on the seat. She moaned, her buttocks writhing erotically, tempting him. Calvin straddled her flared hips in a low squat and, taking his cock in his hand, slowly squeezed it between her buttocks into her tight, hot, wet, convulsing cunt. He ground it into her flesh slowly and gasped loudly, tossing his head back and groaning, closing his eyes, his muscles rippling, his belly snapping inward as her cunt contracted frantically on his throbbing penis.

"OHHHHH uhhh yes ... fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon whore ... take it ... take my cock uhhhhhh ohhhhh uhhh OHHH uhh yes ... take it ... take it all!"

Beneath him, Sheila groaned, biting her lower lip, fighting to stave off her orgasm, her chest heaving, her breasts scbanging against the thick, rough cotton of the armchair's seat cover. His cock felt divine in her slit, hot and thick and hard, its rough shaft mashing over her gorged clitoris, pulverizing her molten cunt-flesh, piercing deeper and deeper and deeper.

"Fuck me!" she cried, her voice ragged and hoarse. "C'mon Uncle Calvin ... you frigging son of a bitch ... you motherfucking bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me ... yes ... ohhhhh uhhhh yes uhhh OHHHHHH yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... deeper! Ahhhhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes, Uncle Calvin, yes oh uhhhh yes!"

"Take it ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... take my cock ... ohhh uhh yeh ... oh fuck yes!"

Calvin began fucking her slowly and heavily, rocking his hips back and forth, flexing and unflexing his buttocks rhythmically, driving his cock in and out of her cunt in a mesmerizing, steady rhythm. Sheila gasped and moaned, her body rocking and jerking under her uncle's, her gold necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts, her nipples scbanging over the chair's seat, her head spinning with joy.

"C'mon whore ... take it!" her uncle grunted, panting and gasping.

He fucked her steadily, driving his cock in and out of her cunt with grinding, skewering thrusts, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging smoothly at the waist, his fingers steepled in the small of her back.

"Ohhh uhhh OHHHH uhhhh OHHHH uhh yes ... oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhhh ohh uhhh *hanh* uhhh OHHH!" Sheila groaned, her face twisted with lust, chewing her lower lip in exquisite tension as the fires raged in her groin. "Fuck me! Oh god yes ... fuck me, Uncle Calvin ... fuck me! C'mon, baby ... fuck me hard!" she gasped. "Fuck me like a whore!... c'mon ... do it lover ... fuck me!"

Calvin responded superbly and Harry watched in envy as he fucked her quickly but masterfully, rocking his cock rapidly in and out of her cunt, each deep, piercing thrust drawing a choking gasp of pure joy and he slid his hands up under her body and squeezed her pendulous breasts hard, pinching her quivering nipples, making her shudder and moan and turn her face over her shoulder again.

He jammed his mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely, driving his tongue into her mouth as his cock plunged into her cunt.

"Your ass, whore," he gasped, his tongue swirling through her ear. "Now I want to fuck your ass!"

The doorbell rang.

Harry jumped, almost crashed into a footstool, darting back into the kitchen, wondering who the fuck it could be now.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Outside, Stanley kept his finger on the doorbell, grinning hugely. He knew Sheila and Calvin were fucking and that his bell would force them to stop, coitus interruptus with a difference.

In the house, Calvin swore savagely, lurching out of Sheila's cunt. He stumbled to the door, still naked, his erection sawing the air and peered through the peephole and saw Stanley.

"Fuck you to hell," he snarled, opening the door.

"My, my," Stanley drawled, stepping in quickly and shutting the door behind them. He looked down at Calvin's erection and quickly shook it in his hand. "Well, hello, hello, you mighty fellow," he murmured, laughing softly.

Calvin swore and tore away, stumbling back into the room. Following them, Harry saw that Sheila was on her feet and Calvin moved towards her, trying to jostle Stanley aside. Stanley grinned and, taking off his footwear, dropped his trousers and began to strip off his shirt. He was bigger than Calvin and elbowed him away roughly, without too much effort. Calvin swore again.

"Back off, motherfucker! I haven't finished fucking her yet."

"Tough, asshole, real tough. You had enough time, you should've done it."

"Fuck off!"

"Yeah, I intend to. With her. While you watch how a real man fucks a cunt."

"Do you mind if I decide?" Sheila's voice was soft and gentle.

Both men looked abashed. Sheila smiled gently. "You can *both* fuck me. Together."

Wide grins split the men's faces.

Then, as Harry watched, on the bed, the two men took turns fucking Sheila's face. She sucked their cocks one by one with evident relish, licking and sucking hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between their thighs. They grinned happily, pumping their hips back and forth, moving her head with their hands to suit their pleasure, mouthing obscenities.

"Yeh ... suck it ... suck it whore ... suck it good," one of them said.

Her face shining with lust, Sheila pulled both men forward and greedily tried to suck their cocks simultaneously. The two bulging cock-heads distended her face and her tongue worked them feverishly, licking and lapping wantonly.

Stanley fucked Sheila first, on her back. Sheila gasped sharply and arched under him as he drove his cock into her cunt. She cried out lustily, kissing him deeply, her hips lurching up to meet his in descent. His enormous penis vanished into her flesh. He bent over her, his hands on her breasts, crushing them savagely and began fucking her rapidly, with hard, furious thrusts that made her body jerk and rock and snap under his.

Faster and faster he went, plunging in and out of her like a dervish, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips hammering up and down. Sheila cried out loudly and lewdly, thrashing passionately beneath him.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes Uncle Stan yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yes!"

He fucked her for several minutes and then, just as she brinked at an orgasm, jerked out of her with a gasp and made room for his brother.

Calvin rolled her onto her front and mounted her from behind in a deep squat astride her hips, quickly ramming his bloated, long penis into her cunt. Sheila gasped, rocking feverishly on her forearms and knees, moaning. Her body glistened with sex-sweat; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck.

Her breasts jiggled and shook as the servant plundered her cunt, thundering in and out of her cunt with shuddering moans, his cock reaming and slamming into her cunt.

On the bed, the two brothers fucked Sheila together in her cunt and mouth. She bucked on one man's penis while she sucked the other. Under her, Calvin grunted and groaned, bucking up and down, tossing her on his cock, squeezing her breasts hard. Sheila's face was turned to one side, buried between Stanley's strong thighs. The men laughed and called her names.

"Yeh ... take it whore ... take it ...," Stanley gasped.

They broke apart and exchanged positions, Stanley taking her from beneath, her back to him, his finger probing her anus, while Calvin went back to fucking her mouth.

"Ohhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!"

Then, as Harry watched, pop-eyed, the two uncles began raiding her cunt and ass together, simultaneously and she was enjoying every minute of it. Calvin lay under her and she mounted him deeply, taking his cock deep into her cunt with a shuddering moan. He arched up under her and she cried out, her face thrown back, suffused with lust.

"Ohhhh Unhhh OH OH OHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh yes!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Calvin grinned and squeezed her breasts. He slid his hands down her body to her buttocks and teased them open. Behind her, Stanley grinned and shuffled forward, his enormous cock throbbing in his fist. He pushed it between her buttocks and Sheila tensed between her uncles.

"Want it, whore?" Stanley crowed. "Let me hear it, whore ... let me hear it!"

"Yes!" she gasped. "God yes! Give it to me, Uncle Stan! Fuck my ass! Shove your cock right up my ass! C'mon ... do it!"

Stanley laughed and, gripping her hips, forced his hips forward. His cock-head popped into her rear-channel. Sheila's body went rigid and her face contorted in a paroxysm of lust, tendons popping in her long neck.

"OHMAUHHOHHHUHHOHNOUHHHOHHHHUH YES UHH OHMA uh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she called.

Behind the door, Harry watched, stunned, as his uncles fucked their niece, his sister, together in her cunt and ass. She thrashed and writhed between their hard, sweating bodies, and there was no mistaking the wanton lust on her lovely face. She gasped and moaned, her cries sharp and staccato.

The two enormous penises sawed in and out of the adjacent orifices, separated by the merest membrane of flesh. Sheila rocked back and forth on her hands and knees like a rutting bitch, forcing her cunt down onto Calvin's cock, her ass back onto Stanley's.

The men grunted and gasped, rocking their hips, forcing their swollen members into her tight cunt and tighter anus with obscene cries of pleasure. Stanley was raiding her bottom, while Stanley fucked her cunt. Sheila's body thrashed deliriously between theirs as they moved faster and faster, her breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing on her dusky skin.

They swapped places after several minutes. Stanley yielded her ass with a satisfied grunt and chuckle and Calvin abandoned her cunt. Moving behind her, Calvin squeezed his penis between her buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, drove into her anus. Sheila cried out, her face contorting in a rictus, lust all over her pretty face. Stanley slid under her and jerked his cock up into her slit.

"Ohhhh yes-yes-yes!" she moaned. "That feels so good ... fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh god yes ... fuck me harder Ohhhh yes ... that's it ... yes! Ohh uhh ohma uhh OHHH uhh OHHHH!"

She orgasmed repeatedly and, finally, the two men relented and came, one showering her buttocks and back with his jizz, the other exploding over her breasts and thighs and belly. Sheila collapsed on the bed, panting and gasping and trembling, her racked, sobbing gasps loud and ragged.

Behind the door, creaming in his fist, Harry waited for her next move. He knew her too well by now; she was far from done. Sure enough, as he watched, grinning, she turned between them and kissing them in turn, slid down Stanley's body and took his cock in her mouth.

"Fuck me," she said. "Both of you. All over again. Fuck me. Fuck me like a whore ... c'mon ... do it!"












Hello Exbii friends this the end of THE BINT FROM BOMBAY know bit weird thats the real style of the writer to start from anywhere and to end anywhere.

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

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

So this was a real hot one for those who like reading about sex.

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

There are few incidents which really turns you on

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

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

Will be shortly uploading another story from the same author.

There are also other stories posted in the same thread as well as another thread. You can click on the link for the same

Thanks

Smita [img]file:///images/smilies/smile.gif[/img]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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A KIND OF SEDUCTION
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Sonali was one of the few women in his life whom Rajeev did not deliberately set out to seduce. Their affair was surprisingly spontaneous and, later, it seemed remarkable that it had not happened sooner.

She, too, was a lawyer, a contemporary. Shortly after he had set up his independent practice, quite out of the blue, he asked her to join his fledgling firm. The terms were exceptionally generous, and she accepted readily. She knew him already, professionally, as she struggled with her own career. He had helped her frequently and she had grown fond of him, glad that he returned her affection.

He was easily the more proficient. She harbored no illusions about her own forensic skills and did not resent his astonishingly rapid advance in the profession, content to be part of his team. They worked well together, systematically dissecting their cases and were soon acknowledged to be a formidable team.

In time, just the knowledge that they were on the other side forced settlements favorable to their clients. It was in the midst of a particularly brutal divorce wrangle, piquantly on a charge of adultery, that they became lovers.

He was at her house late that night, working over the papers for the next day's trial. She lived alone in a sprawling old top-floor flat in a quiet, tree-shaded lane in a suburban neighborhood once affluent and prestigious, now slowly going to seed. She had one man-servant, Ganpat. Later, she told him that this servant was her lover, one of her earliest and most devoted, since her early teens.

It was a two-bedroom apartment with a large terrace and a traditional *hichka* swing, overlooking the lane below. There was an airy dining room and sitting area, a spacious kitchen, and her bedroom opened directly onto the terrace through large double doors. It was a warm evening and the doors of the bedroom were wide open.

A fan whirred overhead. Rajeev sat in a comfortable wicker armchair, papers on his lap, files scattered over the floor, his half-moon glasses on his nose, utterly absorbed. Sonali sat cross-legged on the bed, checking cases from a huge pile of books at the foot of the bed.

She glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome, with that hard, yet gentle face, those sharp, piercing, yet infinitely tender, dark brown eyes, the square jaw, the hard nose, the lean looks, the immensely powerful body. She took in the breadth of his shoulders, the astoundingly savage V of his torso, the strength in his arms and legs.

Her body tingled as she stripped him mentally. His shirt was open low now and she noticed that his chest was broad and hard and deeply cleaved and quite hairless. His hips were high, the waist narrow, and she noticed, looking down the V of his shirt, that his belly was hairless too, and hard as a washboard. There was not a roll of fat in it as he bent over the papers on his lap. She could even see his small, dark, prominent nipples, stretched wide apart on either side of his massive chest. Feeling intensely horny, she returned to her books.

A few weeks earlier, she had jettisoned her last lover, a sturdy eighteen-year old with unusually impressive sexual skills, when he proposed marriage. She wanted no such ties in her life, not yet anyway. In her typically gentle fashion, she fucked the youth relentlessly till he was drained and then quietly ended the relationship. He left with a smile, no regrets and a standing over to return to her bed whenever he liked.

Since then, she had only Ganpat, the servant, to sate her powerful sexual appetite. He was good, but she craved variety; someone younger, stronger, better. Desperate, she had taken two office peons, Barku and Chiman, as lovers. They fucked her superbly, but their visits were far too irregular to be satisfactory.

Rajeev finished with the papers. He stacked them neatly and, tying them into their folder, tossed it aside with a sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily.

"Okay, that's it. Enough." he muttered.

She shut her book in relief. She hadn't his capacity or endurance. She smiled at him.

"Thank god," she said.

"What for?"

"I thought you'd never finish."

"I haven't," he chuckled. "Just wait till tomorrow!"

He rose to go and she had to quell her disappointment. She got up off the bed.

"Okay, *ciao* love, see you tomorrow," he murmured.

"Rajeev. Wait."

She put her hand on his arm and he turned. Her face was turned up to his, and their eyes locked. He felt a sudden jolt hit him as he looked at her. She was quite lovely. Her hair was dark and silky with a superb sweep and a wave, parted slightly to one side, framing her firm-chinned, oval face. Her nose was a tad beaky, but on her it was perfect. Her lips were full, yet delicate, and she had a bright, alluring smile.

Her eyes were dark, lined delicately with *kajal*. She had a good line to her jaw. Her skin was tawny, like wheat, and she had a few delectable beauty spots on one side, and an inter interesting little scar near her left eye. Her fingers and toes were shapely.

Her body was short and slight, yet slender and well-filled. Her breasts were high and firm, the belly tender and flat, though not hard, the hips nicely widened, the legs and arms smooth. She was wearing a simple *churidar* and *kurta* outfit of some semi-synthetic material that clung to her curves like film.

Their eyes locked. They were standing very close. Her lips parted slightly. He could see the white of her perfect teeth. She felt her body flush with excitement.

His head bent to hers. Her lips parted, and he felt her breath warm and sweet on his face. Their lips met, brushed, fleeting, then met again, in a long, delicate kiss. He drew her lip between his and sucked and gently she slid her tongue out between his lips, probing his mouth. Her arms wound about his thick shoulders, fingers entwining in his hair. Her body smelled musky with the
sweat of the day, his was tacky and manly.

His hands slid up from her waist to her breasts. He felt them swell and grow hot and turgid in his hands. He squeezed gently, rolling the fleshy mounds in his hands, and her nipples, stubby and hard, popped out hard through the thin cloth. He realised that she didn't have a bra on. He flipped open the buttons of her *kurta*.

They went down low, almost to her waist and he pulled it wide. Her breasts were perfect: large and firm, with a nice thrust and slope and a good cleavage. He slid his hands under her blouse and she arched her head, eyes fluttering shut, gasping softly as is expert hands caressed her nipples.

"Sonali ..."

"What," she murmured.

"Tell me ..."

"What?"

"Is this ..."

She understood the unasked question, and debated whether to answer, not knowing what his reaction might be. Finally, she shook her head, looking him straight in the eye.

"No," she said softly, "it's not my first time ..."

He arched an eyebrow in genuine surprise, and she smiled.

"Good," he murmured, smiling. "That's a relief."

Rajeev's lips met hers. She flicked open the buttons of his shirt, caressing his wonderful, hard, smooth, deeply muscled chest and belly, wondering what his prick would be like. He tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it puddled about her feet with a sigh. She had nothing on beneath. He cupped her cunt, her fuzz neatly trimmed and found her already damp with excitement.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

His hands returned to her breasts, already swollen, the nipples hard in his fingers. He kissed her face and tongued her ear gently. She murmured in pleasure. He lifted her *kurta* and drew it off her head. She kissed him again, her tongue hungry in his mouth. He caressed her soft mound, wetting his fingers in her juices and caressing her breasts.

She shivered in pleasure. They moved to the bed and his lips trickled down her throat to her chest. Sonali whimpered as he lapped at her rigid nipple. Her fingers twined in his hair. Her nipple was erect and it quivered in his lips. He fondled her other breasts, gently teasing the first, making her groan softly.

He squeezed her breasts together. His tongue flickered across one nipple, then the other, then the first again . Slowly, he drew the luscious mound into his mouth and sucked on it, teething the nipple, rasping it against his teeth and palate, flicking one with his tongue, the other with his fingers. He moved to the other and she groaned loudly, her body hot, her pulse racing, her face arched back, a vision of lust.

He slid lower and instantly, her legs spread open for him. He dragged his tongue down her belly, through her navel, nuzzling her pubis, her thighs, sliding down her legs to her feet, sucking on her toes, licking her soles, sliding up again. Sonali gasped and thrust her moist cunt up, the cunt-lips unfurled, her clitoris gorged and stiff. He pushed his face between her thighs.

Sonali hissed as his hot breath seared into her cunt, and then whimpered and gasped as his tongue followed, flickering like fire in her cunt, flicking her clitoris this way and that, his lips pressing in to suck her clitoris. He nibbled it gently and her hips jerked up savagely, her hands on his head, pinning him to her musky loins, her cunt juices streaming now . Her head jerked from side to side, and she panted and gasped with lust.

"Ohhhhh Rajeev yes ... OHHhh uhhhh OHHH yes yes yes ohhh god yes ohhhhh uhhh OHHH!" she moaned.

He stopped suddenly, just short of her orgasm. He turned her over onto her front and bent over her, kissing the nape of her neck, nuzzling her sweet smelling, silky hair, teasing the gold chain around her neck, trickling his tongue down her spine and the curve of her hips and buttocks, teething them, prising them apart to rim her dank, puckered anus with his tongue. Sonali gasped and he thrust his hands under her chest, crushing her swollen breasts in his hands. Her hard nipples quivered in his fingers.

Rajeev paused to admire the delectable curve of her naked body as she lay on her front before him, her slender legs spread wide, her face on its side on the pillow, eyes closed, hands hugging the pillow. Her silken hair was awry now. He bent his face and she shivered in delight as his tongue slid over her naked heels and soles and toes again, his lips parting to gently suck on them.

Slowly, he rose up higher, his tongue slithering up one naked leg, his fingers tracing the line of the other, teasing the backs of her knees. He rose higher still, over the backs of her slim thighs
and they shook at his touch. He kissed her buttocks, and her hips quivered under him, as his fingers fondled her inner thighs tenderly. Gently, he parted her buttocks.

"Rajeev ... please ... go on..." she muttered, deeply aroused.

Smiling to himself, he prised them open further and she gasped, her head rising, mouth parting in a wide 'O' of delight as his tongue flickered gently against her anus, probing the dank, puckered flesh. He slid his fingers and hands under her thighs. Her hips jerked up, her thighs spreading. Panting with excitement, she plunged a hand between her legs and spread her cunt-lips wide for him with her fingers.

"Rajeev ... tongue-fuck me again," she gasped.

Chuckling, he slid his head lower and she gasped, crying out as he pushed his tongue up into her wide, gaping cunt once more. He rolled his tongue inside her cunt and her finger arched up between his lips, flickering between his mouth and her cunt, his tongue dancing around her finger and her cunt, her finger rolling inside her cunt, her hips grinding round and round. She gasped, veering towards a climax.

He stopped her short again. He ripped off his trousers, taking his cock in his hand. He began to masturbate quickly, and she looked over her shoulder at him and gasped at the size of his gargantuan penis. His cock became hard and stiff, hungry for her. He bent over her, deciding that if she had been fucked before he could as well fuck her from behind right away, take her nice and slow and deep. He pressed his cock against her buttocks, sliding it lower, and her fingers curled about it with the confidence of an able lover.

"Ohmygod!" she gasped.

"Seen bigger?" he chuckled.

"Only ...only in a dream ... Oh God Rajeev ... I want it ... I want it inside me!"

He drew her hips higher. Holding his erect tool in his hand, he slowly squeezed his huge cock-head into her. She gasped, rising onto her forearms, hands clenching the counterpane, then ducked her hand between her legs to spread her cunt-lips wider apart.

"More ..." she gasped, "Put it all in, Rajeev ... I want all of you in there ... God ... Rajeev, please ... hurry ... fuck me ... quickly .... shove it in OH uhh OH uhh Oh yes Oh god yes Oh yes oh god oh god OH GOD OHHHHHuhhhhhhh YES YESYESYES!"

Grinning in delight, his mind soaring, he skewered her cunt slowly, thrusting his cock slowly into her, the thick-veined, hairy shaft rasping against her inflamed clitoris, pranging her belly deeply, making her shudder and moan and cry out at the enormity of it inside her. She thought it would surely tear her in two and come ripping out of her throat.

Kneeling behind her, he waited till she caught her breath. His huge cock was embedded deep in her cunt, and its incredible heat made her cunt boil, her body flame with lust. She moaned. Her head sank between her arms, then rose in ecstasy, her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip. Her hips began to move, slowly at first, round and round, churning her cunt with his huge pestle, then faster and faster, and back and forth.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She rocked on all fours, jerking her cunt up and down on his lance with shuddering cries, pulling up till only the top of the big cock-head was inside her, then pushing heavily down again. Faster and faster she went, moaning and keening desperately. Finally, he began to move, sliding his hips back and forth in a heavy, steady, demanding rhythm, forcing his penis as deep into her cunt as he could, moving faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping loudly against her buttocks, his head arching in delight. She was good, very good, her cunt hot and wet and tight as a drum.

"Ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!" she went.

He paused and held her still and she waited as he spread his legs and pushed her down onto her front, her face on side on the pillow. He rose over her, knees astride her buttocks.

"OhgodRajeev ... fuckme..." she gasped, her mouth open. "Keep fucking me!"

He began to move again. His body corded with strain, his belly drew in. Hands on her buttocks, he stroked smoothly in and out of her cunt, keeping her pinned beneath him. Faster and faster he went, till his cock was running in and out of her like a piston, pumping furiously up and down and in and out, the huge cock thrusting in, jerking out, thrusting in, jerking out, pile-driving, glistening, dark, hot, throbbing, squelching and rasping into her cunt. Sonali moaned deliriously.

She orgasmed, mewing and crying out, spasming and jerking, clawing at the counterpane. He continued to ram-fuck her from behind, plunging more and more deeply into her, his hips pounding against her buttocks. He sensed the end of the orgasm and slid smoothly out of her.

"C'mon bitch ... now gimme some head," he grunted.

Panting, hot, streaming with sweat, still deeply aroused, Sonali turned and bent before him as he knelt on the bed. Rajeev watched as she took his cock lovingly in her hand and began to jerk him.

She bent forward, parting her lips to swirl her tongue over his cock-head. He jerked her head forward and she took him deep into her mouth. He gasped. Her face distended, cheeks hollowed, she began to suck him hungrily, her head bobbing rapidly back and forth, up and down his sticky shaft, licking it, kissing it, sucking the cock-head and shaft deeply, fingering his balls, suckling them one by one, caressing her face with it, all the while fondling her own breasts.

He felt his spoot roil up hot and he groaned, fucking her face with delight, moving her head back and forth to suit his pleasure.

"Come on, cunt ... on your back!" he commanded.

She went down onto her back and once again he took her, this time leaning over her, his hands bending her thighs up, her knees hooked over his shoulders. She reached down to guide his cock into her cunt. He went into her smoothly, quickly, fast, running his lance into her in one skewering thrust.

Sonali cried out, the breath driven from her body and arched hard under him, his balls thumping against her buttocks, her body folded up in half. He fucked her hard, pumping his hips up and down, his buttocks rising and falling furiously, rapidly, his huge cock sliding in deep.

"Yes yes Ohhhh god yes fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me Rajeev ohhhh yes!" she cried.

"God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!" he responded.

Her body jerked and rocked under his, their bodies hot, streaming with sweat, the fires rising in their loins, commingling, his huge cock rasping into her, squelching in, stretching her cunt-lips to their fullest, filling her to the brim. Her hands were on her jiggling breasts, squeezing and rolling them in an erotic frenzy, and she cried out for more, her voice rising in pitch and volume, her hips bucking at his, her cunt spasming and clamping hot and tight on his enormous dick, his huge cock rasping against her gorged clitoris, pounding and stroking in and out like a mechanised trip hammer, till she exploded once more, and then again and yet again.

At last, he skewered her deeply and lingered, quivering inside her, his hips twitching and thrusting at her cunt, his cock throbbing and burning fiercely inside her sodden cunt. He flung his head back and growled like an animal and she felt the quicksilver slugs of his spoot spurting into her in a hot, endless flood.

Gasping, his magnificent body streaming with sweat, Rajeev slid down onto Sonali, his enormous cock still inside her. She realized with a start that it was still rock-hard. She felt it throb and quiver inside her, felt the ooze of more jizz. She moaned her surprise and pleasure, tonguing his ear lasciviously, grinding her breasts under his hard chest.

"Fuck me again, lover ... fuck me again," she murmured hoarse voiced.

"With pleasure," he chuckled.

He swung over onto his back and took her on top of him, straddling his lap, her knees bent and folded under her buttocks, her cunt impaled deeply on his pole. He kissed her slowly, fondling her heavy, turgid breasts, examining their superb contours with his expert fingers, marveling at their perfection. The gold chain with its pearl pendant swung against his chin. She rose, her hips grinding heavily against his and pressed her breast to his lips.

"Suck it ... suck it Rajeev," she moaned.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He flipped his tongue at the rigid nipple, making her gasp, her head snapping up, mouth open in delight as he flicked the nut hard breast tip. He scbangd it across his teeth and gums, across the roof of his mouth, pinching and tweaking and twirling the other nipple, squeezing and kneading the fleshy mounds.

She began to move in excitement, rocking back and forth, up and down, her breasts and the gold chain jiggling heavily, her cunt rising and falling on his cock, going up a good eight inches, then slowly slithering down deep again, impaling itself on his penis.

Rajeev held her hips and began to move her up and down in a steady rhythm, lifting her high, easing her down, his own hips moving now in a motion that matched hers, his hips rising as hers fell.

"Ohhhhhh uhhh Ohhhh Rajeev Rajeev Rajeev Rajeev yes ... ohhh god yes yes yes ... ohhh uhhhh ohh ma uhhhh Ahhhh uhh Ahhhh uhhh Ohhh uhhhh yes ohhh yes ohhh uhh ohhhh yes that's it ... ohhh god yes ... do it Rajeev ... do it ... mmm, yes ohhh uhhh ohhh yes!"

Her head was tilted back, her face a vision of lust, her lips parted, the nostrils flared, the perfect teeth bared. She hissed as he slid his fingers under her buttocks, a thick finger pressing insistently at her anus. She yielded and cried out as it slid in slowly, wriggling and jerking inside her.

"C'mon bitch ... take it ... mmm, yeh ... ohhh yes take it slut take it all ... ohhh god yeh ... take it ... take my cock, cunt ... take it ... ohhhh yeh Mmmm yes ... god, yes ...!" he gasped in unfaked delight.

He took control now, and began to move with her, bucking up heavily under her, tossing her on his lap, heaving with his powerful hips and loins. She cried out as his cock pranged deep into her, her hands on her breasts, at her cunt-lips, flicking her clitoris, reaching back to cup and squeeze his balls, then going back to her breasts to crush and maul and knead the fleshy mounds in frenzied excitement, her head whipping from side to side, her lovely hair tossing wildly, the gold chain slapping and thumping on her chest, her body shining with sweat as she cried out louder and louder, exploding at last in a shattering orgasm, her cunt spasming uncontrollably on his enormous battering ram.

Quickly, he rolled her over again onto her back and took her rapidly once more, thrusting furiously in and out of her body for several minutes, making her moan and cry out. Her body jerked and snapped and rolled hard under his thrusts. He levered her legs wider apart and pumped and pistoned furiously in and out her cunt.

Her head jerked from side to side, her breasts jiggled and bounced under thrusts. She came again, her cunt convulsing frantically on his monstrous penis. He groaned and plunged deep into her, his head arched, his teeth bared in a rictus of lust. She squeezed his buttocks, forcing his cock deeper into her, clamping her cunt tight on his cock and he gasped and exploded again, shooting thick hot wads of gunk deep into her flesh, bridging the gulf of fate.

"That was good," he murmured a few minutes later, as they lay together, their limbs entwined, caressing each other tenderly. "I'm pleasantly surprised."

"For God's sake, Rajeev," she replied, squeezing his penis "I am a woman you know, a perfectly normal woman, with normal desires."

"So I see."

"Then what is it that surprises you?"

"Your skill. Your love of sex."

"I told you I'm not a virgin."

"Who was it? Who was your first lover, babe?"

"How does it matter?" she protested.

"Just curious."

"Only that?"

He grinned wryly. "Um, well, all right, not really. I find it sexy to know."

She sighed, then grinned. "Okay. No harm telling you, I guess. I lost my virginity at fourteen - to a stranger in Matheran, a horseman. Ashraf, his name was. He was very good. Then there was a college friend, Pankaj.

Then my servant, Ganpat. Then I had an affair with my neighbour, Yusuf, even though he was married. And his younger brother, Omar. I had several affairs in college and college. Also, with a lot of servants. I still sleep with Ganpat regularly - and with Yusuf, and so many others. I've even been having this really hot affair with our office peons, Chiman and Barku. They're good, really good. Chiman likes butt-fucking me."

Rajeev stared at her.

"Are you upset?"

A grin creased his face and he began to laugh.

"Not at all, lover. Quite the reverse, in fact. I don't believe that virgins are better in bed . They aren't. Give me an experienced lover any day."

"My friend Vaishali used to say that."

"Vaishali? Pankaj? Ganpat?" He paused, his eyes narrowing.

She looked at him puzzled. "Why, what's the matter?"

He stared at her, and then, very softly asked. "Vaishali ... she used to stay in a big house down at Tardeo? Had affairs with servants? With her driver, chap called Yaqub? Another called Ramdev? Others?"

"Good god, how did you know?"

Rajeev stared at her and then laughed loudly.

"Oh dear, oh dear," he chuckled. "You're that Sonali!"

"What Sonali?"

"I really don't believe this! You remember you had that heavy petting session with Pankaj who was going with Vaishali and then he saw her fucking her servants that night and the next day you
went to Matheran and so on?"

"God yes, but ... how do you know?"

"Who the hell do you think took Pankaj's sexual education in hand after that? I took him to Lonavala with Deepika and Shilpa and ... oh god, I don't believe this!" he said, shaking with laughter and delight.

"You?" she gasped incredulous.

"Yup. The undersigned, yours truly. And Vaishali later made me promise that I would keep away from you so that Pankaj would have a chance. He was besotted by you. Vaishali said that if I got to you Pankaj didn't have a snowball's hope in hell. Also, she threatened she'd never let me fuck her again if I so much as looked at you. That did it. It was one hell of a threat. I loved fucking her, and so I kept away from you."

"My god," she whispered, memories of her youth flashing upon her, making her tremble with the excitement of this discovery. The world had suddenly imploded upon itself. "To think we could have been ..."

He bent over her and kissed her gently. "Never mind the could have been. We can still be."

She smiled, caressing his immense back and shoulders, fondling his penis.

"Yes," she said. "We can. Come on ... let me suck your cock ... I want you to come in my mouth ..."

They hadn't bothered to close the bedroom door. Sonali's servant, Ganpat stood there now, watching them and smiling. He was happy for her. She was a fine filly, a great ride, and deserved better mounts than she'd had of late. This man was a thoroughbred. He watched as she slid down and took Rajeev's penis in her mouth. He knew how good she was at sucking cock, how well she did it. She would make him happy. And that pleased her servant.







End of Part 1 A KIND OF SEDUCTION

Next Part 2 PEONSTUD

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As his practice flourished, Rajeev hired more assistants. He preferred to employ women - they were more dedicated, typically less apt to quit without notice and more reliable. Certainly, they were better looking, which mattered a very great deal to him since, sooner or later, he took them all as lovers. In time, Sonali, Varsha, Seema, Hema, Kuntal and Nandini and several other girls joined his staff. They were all extremely attractive and sexy, and, one by one, he fucked them all.

His choice was unerring. Without exception, the girls were totally uninhibited about casual sex. Much to his delight, the girls made themselves available for the pleasure of his peons, errand boys, drivers, cleaners, cooks, sweepers and male assistants.

He installed a separate, secret chamber where the girls could be fucked by the men - or vice-versa, for frequently, the highly sexed women demanded the lectual services of one of the guys. As the office grew, he bought another floor in the building, and yet another and then a fourth.

The top floor he re-furbished lavishly, with a quiet, expansive sanctum for himself and a series of glass-walled carrels, fitted with beds and sofas and easy chairs, furnished as bedrooms, in which his staff could copulate at leisure. A viewing gallery ringed the carrels, for the pleasure of those who enjoyed watching live sex.

Rajeev hired a young boy named Vinod. The girls in the office liked him instantly. He was unfailingly cheerful, no matter how much work he was told to do. He was very good-looking, with clean, fine features: his nose was straight, the eyes dark and full of laughter, the mouth full and sensual, parting in a delightful grin to reveal his white, even teeth.

His hair was short and his hair was curly, cropped close. His body was lean and hard, without a trace of fat. His belly was flat, the chest smooth, lightly cleaved and hairless, the hips small. His buttocks were taut and firm, the hips narrow.

At seventeen, Vinod's heterosexual experience was confined to the one occasion when his elder sister's best friend, an attractive young girl with no dearth of lovers, finding him alone in the one-room tenement where he lived, unbuttoned her blouse with a coquettish smile and let him fondle her large breasts.

He grew intensely aroused and she slipped her hand into his shorts, masturbated him and then sucked his cock quickly. He had come in her mouth. She promised to fuck him the next day, but they never got the chance.

The memory was vivid in his mind; he remembered her pretty face and large brown breasts and the way she worked his cock with her lips and tongue, sucking furiously, moaning and whimpering in pleasure, playing with her breasts and cunt till he could hold back no longer and exploded, gasping. Even now, he could see her pretty face tilted back between his thighs and his hot jizz spurting and spurting into her mouth and dribbling over her face and down her breasts.

Frequently, he masturbated in syncopation to a particularly lurid fantasy of fucking her, and fucking her hard. She would have loved it, for his cock was big and thick and hard. He regretted the lost opportunity. Listening to the lupanarian talk of his friends who got laid at the local whorehouses, he often wished he could accompany them. He hadn't the courage to go to the whores himself, and asking someone to take him there was too humiliating.

Like so many boys in Bombay, Vinod grew up in an environment where contact with females was kept to the minimum and confined, as far as possible, to elderly aunts and young relatives. He sought sexual release in his male peers.

The guys hung out for hours together, arms about each other's shoulders or waists, standing close like lovers do. Occasionally, a hand would caress a smooth chest, buttocks would press against loins. At times like these, Vinod found himself intensely aroused, his cock bulging between his legs and straining at the cloth of his trousers.

As he grew older, matters became more tense, and with some of the younger boys in the group, he frequently indulged in mutual masturbation, coming off hard in the other boy's fist. They longed for real cunts to fuck.

In Rajeev's office, Vinod was in a state of constant and painful priapism. It was a supermarket of female flesh, all seemingly available for the asking. There was an abundance of girls: Harsha, Shobha, Nisha, Sonali, Seema, Varsha, Nandini, Rajshri, Rashmi, Kuntal, Hema - each one of them was incredibly sexy. The guys - Chiman, Babu, Barku, Hari and Kishore - fondled the girls quite openly.

Vinod didn't miss the casual hand-holding, the quick squeezing of a buttock or a breast *en passant*, the idle caress with the back of hand on a smooth cheek, the laying of a girl's hand on a guy's arm or shoulder or chest, the light caress of a girl's hair. The girls made it a point to squeeze past the guys in the smallest available space, squirming their buttocks against hard crotches, smiling knowingly. The men evidently enjoyed it, and did what they could to stall the girls' passing, pressing their bulging groins against their buttocks or bellies. It was all a game.

When he arrived, the girls at once started tormenting him. They teased him gently with clever innuendo and *double entendre*, allowed him tantalising glimpses of naked thighs, bellies, swollen breasts and deep cleavages. Occasionally, fingers would brush his thigh or his crotch or steal into his hair, a hand would rest on his chest, lips would hover close to his face. Once or twice, one of the girls quickly squeezed his cock and then, before he could react, pranced away giggling.

Unknown to him, a debate raged in the office as to who would 'do the honours' and seduce Vinod. The issue was finally resolved one Friday evening, at the weekly staff meeting over high tea. They contrived to despatch Vinod on an unnecessary errand, with instructions not to return that evening. The conference room was a cacophony of noise as the staff chattered and argued.

"I still say we should ask Rajeev and let him decide," Nandini grinned.

"What for?" cried Seema."Let's just draw lots!"

"What's all this about?" Rajeev enquired from the head of the table with a smile, setting down the fine bone china tea cup. He was slouched languidly in the chair, an arm hooked casually over the backrest.

Rashmi, his newest assistant, herself 'broken in' not so very long ago, but with immediate and considerable success, smiled.

"Vinod," she said."It's a big thing nowadays."

"How do you know?"

"You weren't supposed to do it, bitch!"

"Fink! Whore!"

"Easy, easy!" Rajeev laughed at the outburst. "What's a big thing?"

"Who gets to lay Vinod first," Rashmi explained. "That's what I meant. Not that I've seen his big thing. It might not be big."

"There's one way to find out." Nisha grinned.

"Yes, and I want to do it," said Seema.

"Why? What's so special about him?"

"He's a virgin, that's what!" Rajshri laughed.

Rajeev grinned. "You're kidding!"

"No, really, he is," Harsha said.

"So you're fighting over him?"

The girls nodded. "And you've got to decide," Kuntal chipped in.

The guys paid attention, grinning hugely.

"Yeah, who gets to fuck cutie-pie, Rajeev?" rumbled Hari.

Rajeev smiled and rose."Ladies and gentlemen, since I appear to have been appointed arbitrator of this dispute, I hereby enter upon the reference."

He was met with groans.

"More significantly, since I own this joint and employ Vinod and since I'm you're boss, you'll jolly well do as I say."

"Bugger off," growled Kishore amidst the jeers.

"Certainly," Rajeev riposted, all sweetness and light." Whatever you say. Bend over!"

Everyone laughed, even Kishore. They all knew that Rajeev was decidedly bisexual and enjoyed fucking handsome young men as much as beautiful women. A nice, hot, tight orifice is all I ask, he often said.

"Well, come on then, hurry up!" cried Kuntal. "Decide, then!"

"All right. Seeing how the lad is not only young, but short to boot, I think we should let the shortest amongst us do the honors’. Sonali?"

A rousing cheer and applause met the announcement. Everyone turned to her. Sonali grinned hugely. Her recent marriage to Sameer had not dampened her enthusiasm for fornication in the slightest. She stood and bowed with mock seriousness.

"Lordship pleases," she said and everyone cheered again.

"But only on the condition, Sonali, that we take a video of it, so that we can all see just what you do to him."

"Hear, hear!" said Kuntal.

Sonali laughed. Like the others, she enjoyed being watched while fucking and this promised to be a treat.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Many years have passed since Sonali and I first fucked. We are older now, she and I, but our bodies are still good, and I still fuck her often, and others, too. For instance, my master, Rajeev, whom I have served these many years with unfailing devotion, frequently invites me to fuck his wife. To this day, they are still the most handsome, hypersexed individuals I know and I never refuse his offers.

I fuck Sunnu with abandon and she loves it as much as I do. Watching the spasms of lust on her face, I marvel at mankind's forever unchanging desire for sex. Indeed, Rajeev is my idol, my hero: he has taught me much, not the least being how to enjoy homosexual sex. We still fuck, he and I, and it is always magnificent. But most of all, I like fucking women.

In the time since Sonali first laid me I have loved more women than I can count or even remember, but the memories of that day are still fresh. Sometimes, when I am in bed with an enthusiastic young girl who is sweating and moaning as I thrust my cock in and out of her hot, tight cunt, I think of Sonali and it seems like yesterday.

It was late on Saturday when Rajeev summoned me and told me to go to Sonali's house with some papers. I grinned at him - I used to grin a lot in those days - and hurried out. I was always hurrying. I didn't suspect a thing. No one looked at me as I left, though all of them must have known about my sexual tryst that hot summer afternoon.

Sonali and her husband, Sameer, lived in a lovely terraced flat in a quiet, tree-lined lane not far from Rajeev's house. I climbed the three flights of stairs to her house and rang on the bell. She answered the door herself and I grinned at her.

Let me tell you something. All the girls in the office were very good-looking in different ways, and all of them sort of flaunted an obvious sexuality. Sonali was no exception.

She was - is - very cute. She's short, but then, so am I. She's sort of medium fair, with an attractive oval face. Her chin is delicately pointed, and she has nice eyes, dark brown and lined with *kajal*. The nose is slightly hooked, the lips a tad pouting, the upper lip thinner than the lower one, but on her it looks lovely.

Her hair is beautiful, silky with a sheen to it, cut in a wide wave over her forehead, parted to one side and hanging down below her shoulders. Her legs and arms are slender, and she is slim, with a nice body. Her breasts are full and firm and juicy, sloping nicely, with hard nipples, the aureoles taut and small.

She has a good cleavage and her belly is flat, the hips flaring to firm buttocks and shapely thighs. After all these years, she hasn't changed a bit.

She took the papers from me and walked down the hallway, flipping through them, her back to me. Over her shoulder, she called to me to shut the door and come in, offering me a cup of tea. It was already in the kettle when I went into the kitchen. She poured me a cup and went out. I drank the tea by myself, slurping it out of the saucer, and then went out to look for her. She was in her bedroom, at her desk. I called to her from the door and said I was leaving, did she need anything else.

She rose with a mysterious smile and beckoned to me. I stepped over the high lintel into the bedroom, and noticed suddenly that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her* kurta* was of some white translucent fabric, and I could see the outline of her dark aureoles through it quite clearly. I could even see her stubby nipples poking cheekily through the cloth. I saw, too, the hem of her *salvar*, and that, too, was of the same kind of material, and she seemed to have nothing on beneath that either, for I can swear that I saw the darkness of her cunt.

My lance sprang upright at the sight, and I jerked my eyes back to her face, my heart thudding. She was an invitation the gods themselves would have been hard put to resist, and who was I, a mere mortal to baulk? She had on delicate gold earrings and a nice gold chain with a pearl pendant in a sepal setting around her neck, and a silver bracelet on one wrist. She looked smashing.

I felt embarrassed and a little frightened, for there was a slight, knowing smile playing on her lips. I bowed my head, desperately trying to quell the raging erection in my trousers. She moved closer and slid her hands about my head, drawing it to her chest. She had undone two or three buttons of her *kurta*, and it had fallen open wide, so that when she drew my head down, I was looking straight down her lovely cleavage at her breasts.

Without a word, she took my hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. She smelled musky and infinitely erotic. She took my face in her gentle hands again and placed her lips on mine and kissed me. I almost passed out with excitement. It was wonderful.

She slid her tongue between my lips, into my mouth. I squeezed her breasts and she pressed her belly and loins against mine, writhing her groin against my tumescence. Her breasts felt hot and heavy and I could feel the sharp points of her nipples.

I succumbed utterly. I thrust my hands under her *kurta* and squeezed her breasts hard, and her nipples quivered in my fingers. She undid my shirt buttons gently, drawing it off, tracing tantalizing patterns on my chest and back, making me tremble with excitement. She paused with her fingers at my belly, then suddenly thrust her whole hand down the front of my trousers, between my legs, closing her fingers around the shaft of my cock.

I almost creamed in my pants there and then at that, but she withdrew it just as fast. My head spun with excitement. I couldn't believe this was happening, finally happening, at long last, and that, too, with Sonali, one of the madam's from the office!

She stepped back, and tossed the *kurta* off her head, dropping her *churidar*. I stared at her and she smiled, caressing her body, her hands running over her breasts, rolling them under her palms, cupping her cunt. She came back into my arms again, as naked as the day she was born and I kissed her hungrily, squeezing and mauling her lovely breasts. My confidence grew as rapidly as my cock and I wanted her hard and deep, right away.

I ripped open my trousers and dropped them and dragged her hand between my legs. She took my nine-inch long, inch and half thick, uncircumcised, vein-ridged, throbbing cock in her hand and started jerking it. My pulse galloped wildly.

She undid my shirt buttons slowly and bent her head and licked and sucked my small, hard nipples. It felt wonderful. All the while, her hands were busy in my crotch, fondling my balls, stroking my throbbing shaft. Then she was went lower with her lips and teeth and tongue, licking my belly, going down and down till she was nuzzling my crotch. I thought I must be dreaming. This couldn't be happening to me, this was just the kind of thing my pals bragged about!

She grew hornier by the minute. Now holding my cock in one fist, she thrust her face forward and slid her lips about my cock-head and shaft and sucked my cock, just like good old Lata had done all those years back. I almost passed out with ecstasy. Her mouth was wonderful, hot and moist, sucking like a pump, her fleshy tongue playing with my cock-head in her mouth. I gasped, my hips rocking, hands flying down her head, my hips jerking forward at her face, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth.

She spluttered and choked, then sucked harder and harder, her cheeks hollowing and billowing, her face distended. She cupped and rubbed my aching balls sexily. I gripped her head, grunting like a pig, rocking hard back and forth on my feet, fucking her mouth.

"Ohhhhh Sonaliben *hanh* uhhhh *hanh* ohhh ma," I cried.

She sucked harder yet and I groaned. "C'mon, whore ... come on ... suck it! Suck my cock! *Chul* ... *rundi* ... *chulchoosmerelundkohanh* uhhhhh *hanh*!" I cried, calling her a slut and a whore, using the gutter words I learned on the streets and was most comfortable with.

It seemed to excite her even more and her head rocked frantically back and forth, rolling and moving from side to side, her teeth and tongue doing wonderful things to me. Try as I might, I could no longer contain the raging fires in my belly and balls and I exploded in her mouth, flooding it with my seed, shooting thick wads of jizz into her throat.

She held on to me, sucking and swallowing all of it, like a cat at a saucer of cream, sucking and sucking every drop out of my throbbing penis.

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She leaned away, her lips shiny with my juices, and smiled radiantly, still fondling my cock. I gasped in shock, for it was still as hard as before, throbbing and pulsing, burning for more. It had never happened before, and it was only much later that she told me that she had spiked my tea with some aphrodisiacs.

I knew nothing of this at the time. All I knew was the searing heat in my loins and my need to immerse my cock in her flesh. Gasping, I flung myself on her, pushing her onto her back, fumbling between her legs. She spread her thighs wide apart, on either side of my hips, and with her hands gently guided my penis to her cunt hole. I chewed and sucked on her breasts hungrily, totally without expertise and she gasped under me in a delight which she later said was totally unfaked.

"Come on, Vinod ... shove it in now," she said in a soft, erotically husky voice my cock-head at her cunt-lips, speaking in Hindi. "*Ghoosa de andar!*"

I cried out and lunged into her, thrusting in hard and deep, ramming my cock into her cunt with a cry, arching my head in delight as her cunt squeezed my burning hot prick.

She cried out loudly, arching under me, her feet rising to hook behind my hips, her hands on my arms, and then I was fucking her, banging away, slamming my hips back and forth, back and forth, pistoning my huge cock in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt.

"Ohhhh Vinod *hanh* uhhh *hanh* uhh *hanh* yes ohhhhh yes yes ... ohhhh yes yes do it baby yes ..." she cried, arching and heaving under me, her head whipping from side to side. "Yes! Fuck me! *Chodhmujhe!* Fuck me hard!* Jorse chodh*, Vinod, *jorse chodh*!"

Her obscenities excited me intensely and I cried out in excitement and plunged even deeper into her, exulting at the heat and tightness of her cunt. Her body rocked and jerked under my mad, savage thrusts, each thrust drawing an ululating cry from her throat. Her body shone with sweat, rocking back as I thrust and rammed my cock deeper and deeper, harder and harder into her.

"Oh Vinod ohhhhhhhhh uhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried, arching hard under me, driving me wild with her cries.

She clenched my buttocks fiercely, dragging me down deeper into her fiery cunt. I felt her spasm and shudder and her cunt clamped down hard on my penis. I couldn't bear it anymore, and, with an agonised cry I ploughed deep into her, my hips twitching at her thighs, and shot my load into her sweet flesh, jet after jet of my burning jizz spuming into her sodden cunt. She arched, gasping in delight as my hot spoot flooded her cunt.

Panting, I fell on her, streaming with sweat. She kissed my cheek, caressing my thick, curly, shoulder length hair, fondling my back and buttocks. I slid out of her slowly and rolled over onto my back beside her on the floor.

We lay for a while, recovering, and she sensed my eagerness to establish my virility and manhood. With a soft chuckle, she rolled over onto me, the gold chain around her neck and her breasts swinging, and straddled my hips. I cupped her breasts, and suckled gently on them one by one, making her moan in delight. Her wet cunt ground against my cock which thickened in response.

She kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, her breasts hot on my slippery chest. She began to slide down my body again, sucking and licking at my nipples, lapping at the rivulets of sweat that glistened on my torso. She went down further and I murmured softly as I felt her lips slide around my cock once more.

This time, though, I was in no hurry and I lay back and let her work at it. I held her head in my hands and moved it up and down to suit my pleasure, pumping my hips gently as I fucked her pretty face. I lifted my head and watched her and grew aroused at the sight of her head bobbing over my crotch, my fat cock glistening in her mouth.

I felt the heat roil up in my balls and I tugged at her. She rose, my cock in her hands between her legs. She moved her cunt over it and impaled herself on my cock slowly, gasping in unbridled delight, her face twisting in pleasure. Her head arched back, and she bit her lower lip in tension as my cock slid deep into the hot, wet flesh of her cunt.

I cupped her pendulous breasts, caressing them gently, thumbing her rigid nipples. She whimpered joyously and began to rock back and forth on all fours over me. Her cunt slid up and down the length of my rod, enveloping me in her incredible warmth and wetness. Her breasts and necklace swung back and forth and she mewed her happiness. Her buttocks swung round and round, churning her cunt with my pestle.

She reached back and cupped my balls, making me groan. I rocked up under her, thrusting my lance into her cunt even deeper. She clenched my hand and pressed it to her buttocks. I didn't know what she wanted.

"Vinod ... shove your finger into my ass ... *gaandmeinungli ghoosade*," she gasped obscenely.

I loved it. I pried her buttocks apart and pressed my fingertip to her anus. She gasped and tensed and moaned softly, begging me to shove it in deeper. Excited by her words, I pressed it in and she cried out, her back arching in agony, her face contorting in a rictus of lust. I lurched up under her, hungry and eager again.

"Later," she moaned. "Later ... I want you to fuck my ass ... *baadmein* ... *baadmeinmeregaandmaro*!"

The very thought of it drove me crazy. It excited her, too, and she moved faster yet, jerking and rocking back and forth up and down. I held her hips and jerked her harder up and down on my cock, making her cry out. Her breasts jiggled and tossed. She cried out, louder and louder, her moans obscene and erotic.

She pulled away and turned around, straddling me again with her back to me and sank her cock on my cock once more. She began to buck rapidly up and down, gasping and groaning, cupping my balls and squeezing them. I jerked up and down beneath her, transfixed by the vision of her buttocks flexing and unflexing, lobing open to reveal her puckered anus. I fingered it again and she reared up, gasping, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing them in an erotic frenzy.

"Ohhh Vinod-Vinod-Vinod Ohhhh .... Uhhhh .... *hanh* ... uhhh*hanh*!" she gasped.

"C'mon ... come on, slut ... take it Take my cock! *Chul*, *rahnd*, *chul* ... *lemerelavdeko*!" I groaned.

Her cunt convulsed frantically on my penis and I groaned, barely able to contain myself when I felt the hot flood of her orgasm cascade over me again. I held her on my dick till it passed. Gasping and panting, she leaned forward on her hands, her head bowed, her body trembling, streaming with sweat. Her buttocks trembled and writhed, her cunt still impaled on my cock. Gingerly, she eased herself off my tool and slid onto her front on the floor, whimpering and gasping, catching her breath. I waited patiently. Having discovered this garden of joy, I wasn't ready to leave just yet. I was only just beginning to discover the wonders of sex.

At last, she rolled over and leaned over me again and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. Her tongue swirled lasciviously in my ear.

"You're wonderful," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me again."

How could I have refused? I was only too glad to obey. She turned and knelt on the floor and leaned over the foot of the large double bed, her buttocks thrust back at me, her breasts hanging pendulous, offering herself to me. I took her again, doing what she wanted, driving her wild. I tongue-fucked her cunt and ass for a while, relishing my first taste of a woman.

She came yet again and, even as she gasped and writhed in ecstasy, I rammed my cock hard into her from behind, making her cry out and claw at the counterpane. I fucked her cunt hard, holding her hips and jerking her back and forth on my cock, thrusting my hips back and forth, driving my cock in and out of her cunt. Faster and faster we went, our cries rising in urgency and volume, her breasts jiggling wildly, till she came again and this time I came with her, exploding violently into her cunt.

We moved onto the bed, and fucked all through that afternoon and much of the night that followed, stopping a couple of times for a drink and some food. We fucked like lovers or newlyweds, going on and on and on and she taught me and guided me and showed me various positions and I explored her body and she mine, every inch of it, with lips and teeth and tongue and fingertips.

Finally, she turned on all fours and made me fuck her butt, her body bent before me in a *,,.,* position. I straddled her hips and squeezed my cock into the incredible tightness of her ass, gasping in wonder and joy. She cried out in lust and pain, her fingers scrabbling at the counterpane as I drove in deeper and deeper, my body tensed and taut, my head arched, my cock swallowed by her taut rear channel.

*Yes, yes yes*, she cried, and with erotic obscenities begged me to fuck her ass harder and deeper. I slammed into her and she cried out and I thrust a hand under her belly and arched a finger into her cunt, making her orgasm violently. Her sphincter spasmed on my dick and I cried out and came for the umpteenth time that night, shooting my load into her hot, tight little ass.

And I have done it often since, more often than I can remember, and each time it is like the first, only better.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sonali telephoned to report her success with Vinod, while Rajeev was fucking Nisha, his steno-typist. He loved fucking this one, with her fair, sexily curvaceous body, the full breasts, the narrow waist and slightly curved belly, the flared hips, the slender arms and legs. Her face was lovely, too, with high cheekbones, deep set eyes, large and an erotic brown, lined with thick, home made *kajal*, the mouth wide, parting often and readily in a charming smile that reached her eyes.

Her nose was fine and straight, the neck long, the hair long and thick. She wore a thick black and gold *mangalsutra* around her neck, a small *bindi*, bangles and earrings and anklets and toe-rings.

She was kneeling on the bed, her back to him as he fucked her from behind like a bitch in heat. Their bodies shone with sweat. His huge cock skewered her slowly, penetrating deep, filling her taut, wet, hot channel with its immensity and searing hardness. She moaned delirious obscenities, squirming her buttocks against his hips. He ground into her slowly, clenching her pendulous breasts, his lips at the nape of her neck, twisting and rolling his hips to churn her cunt-flesh with his monstrous pestle.

"OHh uhhh Rajeev uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh*...", she gasped when the phone rang.

"Fuck!" Rajeev swore savagely.

He paused, his cock throbbing inside her and groped for the phone. It clattered off the hook and he grabbed it as it fell, yanking it to him, resting the instrument on Nisha's back.She moaned softly, waiting for him like a filly for a mount, rocking slowly back and forth on all fours, her butt squirming against his thighs, her head hanging between her arms.

"Yes?" he grunted into the mouthpiece.

"Sonali. Busy?"

"Yeah, whaddya want?" He'd forgotten about her and Vinod.

"Who is it?" He heard her grin.

"Nisha," he grunted. "Hurry up."

"Okay, okay. Just to tell you it's done."

"What's done?"

"Vinod."

"What 'bout him?"

"You've forgotten? I fucked him tonight. Remember?"

"Oh yeah," he grinned. "Sorry, I forgot about that. How'd it go?"

"Like a dream, boss. He's great!"

"Good. Tell the others tomorrow."

"What?"

"He's on the market. Open house."

"Okay. Thanks for choosing me, Rajeev."

"Sure. Anytime."

"Have a good time with Nisha."

"Yeah, thanks."

"Tell her about it."

"Yeah."

Rajeev swept the phone off Nisha's back and slowly eased his cock out of her.

"That was Sonali," he grunted. "Looks like you've got yourselves a new stud."

Nisha giggled. He rolled his hips gently and she moaned heavily. He cupped her pendulous, swollen breasts, weighing them, thumbing her nipples. He grunted and with a slowly spin of his hips rolled into her again.She groaned, moaning loudly, her eyes closed, her breath rattling in her throat, her breasts turgid and hot. He began to move slowly, then steadily faster, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Nisha bit her lip to stifle her shuddering cry as he moved faster still, pistoning rapidly in and out, in and out, his butt swinging smoothly and deeply back and forth, her own hips jiggling and jerking and rolling and twisting and heaving under his, as his cock slid, glistening and dark and thick and vein-ridged, in and out of her.

It was too much for her and she came, her cunt spasming and convulsing on his dick. He gasped and thrust hard into her once, twice, three times, his huge eleven-and-a-half inch cock ramming deep into her, filling her, his hips twitching at her buttocks. He cried out, his cock quivering in her cunt and she gasped in joy and delight as he came, shooting thick jets of jizz into her slit.

I woke in the early hours of the morning by the sounds of lovemaking and the bouncing of Sonali's bed. I came out of an exhausted slumber reluctantly and slowly. I forced my eyes open and turned my head and instantly I was wide awake. She was fucking again, and her lover was her man-servant, Ganpat. He was a dark, hard-bodied man, with rough good looks. He was bent over her between her splayed legs, her thighs forked and raised, his body angled over her on knees and outstretched arms. His biceps bulged.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her eyes were closed with passion, her head rolling slowly from shoulder to shoulder, her hands clenching his shoulders and head, then sliding lasciviously down his firm torso to grip his pumping, bouncing buttocks. His hips dipped and rose, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, and I could see his swollen, dark cock appearing and disappearing in and out of her cunt.

She arched under him and he bent his head to her breasts, sucking sharply, letting go, sucking sharply again. She gasped and arched her back, her legs opening wider still. He rose again, moving faster and deeper and she squeezed her breasts in joy.

"Yes ... fuck me lover ... fuck my cunt ... fuck me hard," she muttered in a low, husky voice, speaking in the vernacular. "*Jorsechodhmujhe*! Gimme your fat cock yes ... shove it in ... mmmmm ... yes .... Ohhhh yeh ... that's good ... that's so good ... fuck me Ganu ... fuck me ... *chul*, Ganu *chul* ... *chodhmujhe*!"

"*Lelerundi*," he growled. "Take it whore," he growled, "take it ... yeh ... Ohhhhh yeh ... take my cock ... mmm, yes ... that's it ... take it bitch ... you fuckin' slut ... take it ... *chulkutti*
... *saalirahnd* ... *lele*!"

I was entranced. I moved on the bed and they both turned to me and laughed, not bothered in the least, not pausing for a minute. If anything, the fact that I was watching seemed to excite them even more.

"Hey, stud ... watch this ... watch me fuck the cunt!" Ganpat chortled, thrusting in especially hard, making her cry out and arch onto the small of her back. "See how she loves being fucked!"

"Yes ... yes ... Ohhh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me harder ... yes ..." Sonali cried.

I could see her begin to orgasm. Ganpat kept right on fucking her, moving faster and faster, making her gasp and whine in joy. When she was done, he slid out of her and roughly flipped her over onto her front between us.

"C'mon, Vinod, let's fuck her together," he growled.

I laughed and got to my knees and pulled her head up to my already erect cock. She took it greedily in her mouth and Ganpat got behind her and squeezed his cock into her cunt from behind. She moaned deep in her throat and rocked between us as we, her two servants, took her like a whore.

The train rocked down the glistening tracks, its lamp cutting a swathe of light in the darkness. A thin, shrill whistle was drowned in the wind. The train gathered speed.

"Did Sameer mind?" Rajeev murmured.

"No, why should he?" Sonali replied softly.

She was on her back on the lower berth of a coupe in a train rattling north. The air-conditioning was turned down and their bodies were already tacky with sweat. Rajeev nuzzled the hollow in her throat, flipping open the large buttons of her fine muslin *kurta*, undoing the cord of her *salvar*, stripping her.

Her breasts were firm and large and shapely, the nipples stubby in small, dense aureoles. He kissed her breasts and fondled them. Her hands fondled his cock and his balls gently. His cock pulsed and began to harden in her expert fingers. He sucked her breast sharply and she gasped and smiled happily.

"Well, I thought he might," Rajeev said.

"Don't be silly, G. None of you men mind that your wives fornicate. Why should mine? It was part of the deal with him, just as it is with everyone else. We're all free to have sex with whoever we like, whenever we like."

"True."

"So shut up, will you. C'mon now ... fuck me ... slowly," she muttered.

He chuckled and slid down, parting her thighs with his hands, carefully prising her cunt-lips open, his tongue slithering and snaking into her already damp crack. Sonali murmured in pleasure, and hissed softly, sharply, as his hot breath seared in her cunt, his tongue rolling into her slit, flickering like lightning against her gorged clitoris. She spread her legs wider, pulling her cunt-lips wide for his tongue, her legs arching over his shoulders.

"Ohhh yes Rajeev ..." she breathed huskily, "yes ... mmm, yes .. there ... there ... that's it ... oh god yes ... that feels so good ... mm yeh ... lick my slit ..."

Her head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open, her hips rolling, writhing, and heaving under his face. She held his head in her hands, moving it round and round in her crotch. He raised his hands to her breasts, pinching the nipples, rolling them hard in his fingers, making her gasp and arch and moan thickly in pleasure. Her body twitched and jerked erotically under his tongue-thrusts.

He stopped tongue-fucking her before she could come. She whimpered in frustration and he chuckled, teasing her by licking and sucking fleetingly at her cunt. Her hips jerked and heaved under his head, her fingers twining in his hair, trying to pull him down to her groin once more. He pulled away and rose over her face, his thickening penis thrust out at her mouth.

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Sonali opened her lips and he grunted softly as her lips slid down around his cock-head and part of his shaft, her slim finger sliding down between his buttocks, probing his anus at the same time. She slid her face lower and drew her tongue down in a long, electric line to rim his asshole, pressing her tongue to the puckered flesh, savouring the dank, erotic taste.

She sucked his balls gently, then slowly enveloped his turgid tumescence in her torrid mouth again, her tongue swirling and curling lovingly about his cock-head. He gasped softly. She was wonderful. His loins rippled with lustheat.

Her head bobbed up and down and her face distended, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. Her head rocked up and down under his lap. He began to move, holding her head still, pumping his hips gently, fucking her face. He flung his head back and gasped in joy, his mouth open, eyes hooded, fires roiling in his belly and balls.

"MMmm yeh ... ohhhh yeh baby yeh ... suck it ... suck it good ohhhhhhh yeh that's it ... ohhhh god yes ... ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhh yes ohhh yes ... c'mon bitch ... suck it ... harder ... use your
tongue ahhh yes that's it ... take it cunt ... take it all!" he cried.

He slid out of her and they kissed, tasting their juices on one another's lips and tongues. He fondled her swollen breasts and she tongued his ear, squirming under him, her fingers on his cock.

"Fuck me Rajeev," she murmured."Take me ... fuck me hard ... I want your cock in my slit ..."

He moved between her splayed thighs and gently slid his cock-head into her. She stiffened, arching in tension, waiting for the thrust. It never came. He held still, with his cock-head just inside her cunt-lips. She gasped in pleasure.

"C'mon Rajeev ... stick it in ... all of it ... I want it all!" she groaned thickly, her voice husky and erotic.

He chuckled softly and inched into her, letting her savour his immensity. Her back curved under him and her legs rose to wind about his hips. He kissed her gently, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, meeting her own, exploring her mouth, his hands on her breasts. She wound her arms about his shoulders and head, drawing him to her and arching steeply, her body bowed under his.

He bent over her, his arms outstretched, palms on the bunk, his knees bent, slowly thrusting and drilling in deeper and deeper. Sonali moaned and arched beneath him, feeling his enormous shaft throb and pulsate inside her, thick and hot, full of juice, ridged with heavy veins. Her legs rose higher still, spreading wide, her feet locking behind his back, drawing him deeper into her. Her fingers dug into the solid mass of muscle on his upper arms and shoulders.

Her face arched back, her mouth open in a large "O". Rajeev gasped as her hot, tight cunt channel squeezed and clamped like a vice on his throbbing, turgid tool.

"Ohhhhhh yes ... yeh Sonali yes ... take it yes ... take it ... ohhhh god yes ohh uhh ohhh yes ... that's so good yes!" he cried, letting himself go.

"OHHHH-uhhh-OHHHHHH-uh-OHHHHHH-uh-OHHHHH yes ... mmmm, yes ohhh god yes yes yes Rajeev oh god yes ... take me ... mmm, yes ... fuck me lover ... fuck me ... I want it ... I want it all ... OHHhhh yes!"

He took her unhurriedly, fucking her with long, slow, deep skewering thrusts, his buttocks rising and falling, rising and falling, flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing, his cock sliding in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt, glistening and shining with their juices as it went. She cried out and moved with him, her hips rolling and jerking slowly in time to his perfectly controlled swinging rhythm.

The train rocked suddenly, and they gasped and giggled in surprise as the sharp jerk swung his body hard over hers, driving his cock deep into her moist cunt. Her legs rose higher, over his shoulders as his rhythm quickened, her body snapping and rolling under his thrusts, her breasts tossing, the gold chain slithering on her heaving chest. He paused, and she understood and raised her legs higher, doubling them on her torso, her hands on the undersides of her slim thighs, her cunt and asshole proffered for his pleasure.

He caught his breath, then leaned forward and thrust into her cunt again, driving in rapidly, taking her hard. She cried out, tendons popping up in her neck as his enormous rod surged powerfully into her belly and flesh, filling and pranging her, probing every nook and cranny of her cram.

He began to move rapidly now, thrusting and pumping vigorously, his buttocks rocketing up and down like a trip hammer, his cock pistoning in and out, in and out, plunging in deeply, to the hilt, sliding out, slamming home again, in and out, in and out, in and out, taking her relentlessly, till she hit the peak and coasted over, mewing and calling out like a bitch in heat, her body racked by the powerful tidal waves of the orgasm, her cunt spasming and clamping on his still thrusting, pounding tool.

He wasn't finished with her. He wouldn't be for a long time, for this was an over night train and it would be some time before he let her feel the hot, sharp release of his creamy spoot in her thirsting twat. She smiled happily. She loved travelling on work with him. It was the best way to combine business and pleasure.

"Now," he grinned down at her. "Now I want your ass ..."






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Varsha loved sucking cock. Like all of Rajeev's women, she was an exceptionally skilled lover and she enjoyed sex immensely. But most of all, she loved the taste and smell of a thick, long cock in her mouth, the sharp tang of fresh, hot jizz.

There was something about her face and manner and body that instantly made men want to fuck her mouth. She was good-looking in a slightly fleshy sort of way. Yet somehow, beneath her middle-class exterior, she managed to exude an enormous sex-appeal. Her skin was utterly clear and smooth, totally devoid of even the minute hair that marks the skin of so many women.

Her lips were full, slightly pouting, the eyes small and dark, set wide and deep. The nose was full and two lines curved down her face from the middle of her nose, giving a slightly down-turned look to her mouth.

She had long hair, down to her fleshy buttocks. Her jaw was well-defined, the face oval with a delectable cleft in her chin. Her breasts were full and heavy and big, thrusting proudly out of the blouses beneath the *pallu*'s of the *sari*'s she always wore.

The blouses were invariably cut in deep V-necks, the *sari* slung low, well below the fair, creamy spread of her slightly protuberant belly. She preferred translucent *sari*'s that afforded a good glimpse of her dark and deep and inviting cleavage. Her buttocks were luscious, spreading erotically, yet not too big and, thanks to the incessant lectual exercise, finely toned and taut.

She was in Rajeev's office now. He smiled gently and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She smelled sweet and slightly musky, erotic. His hands slid up from her waist, over her luscious breasts, cupping them gently. She shivered in pleasure as his fingers trickled into the deep V neck of the blouse, caressing the slopes of her breasts. He slid the *sari* off her shoulder, caressing her belly.

"I want to suck your cock," she said softly. "I want your cum in my mouth."

He nodded. Varsha smiled gently, and began to strip him. He leaned back against the desk and closed his eyes, letting her draw the tensions of the day out of him in her inimitable fashion.

Even limp, his cock was massive, as thick and long as most other men erect. She loved him, his enormous cock, his magnificent body, his generous lovemaking. She had innumerable lovers, but none of them could make her feel as Rajeev did.

She unwound her *sari* and dropped her petticoat, standing before him only in her blouse. She flicked open all the buttons except the last, her breasts straining at the blouse, stretching it wide open, her breasts almost fully revealed to his hungry gaze.

She bent her head and, with her fingers encircling the hilt of his cock, without rolling back his foreskin, gently sucked on just the very tip of his penis, taking only the forefront of his cock-head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled erotically about his foreskin, flicking it this way and that and she tried to roll it back with her tongue. The sensation was extraordinary, and he gasped, crying out aloud.

Her mouth was warm and moist, gentle yet insistent. His cock began to swell and thicken, growing hot and hard in her mouth. She sucked the tip of his penis relentlessly, till he was erect and hard. She stopped and looked up at him, smiling in pleasure. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering with lust.

In an intensely erotic motion, she dragged her tongue down the upper side of his cock-shaft and through the dark fuzz of his pubic hair, rising slightly on her knees. His belly rippled with excitement and she swirled her tongue through his navel. Her breasts pressed against his thighs. She took his throbbing tool in her hand and guided it into the deep channel of her cleavage, between her breasts and under her blouse.

The sensation was exquisite. Her warm, fleshy, slightly sweaty breasts enveloped his tool in a taut sheath, her breasts squeezed by the tightness of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders and began to move her torso slowly, jerking his cock between her breasts, swaying slowly from side to side and up and down so that his cock-shaft pressed hard against her breasts, rasping against her nipples and the blouse material.

She raked her fingernails gently up and down his thighs and over his balls. He looked down at her mesmerised. Her lips were parted, her nostrils flared and she was breathing heavily with excitement. She lifted the cock out of her breast-sheath and lasciviously caressed her cheeks and lips with it. She leaned away from him, releasing his cock slowly, almost reluctantly.

"Turn around," she commanded softly.

He obeyed, turning his back to her and leaning forward on his desk, his buttocks thrust back at her face. Kneeling behind him, Varsha began to lick and kiss the back of his thighs and buttocks, teething them gently. She pressed her teeth against his buttocks and he squirmed in delight. She reached around for his tool, gently rolling it between open palms like a long sausage, jerking it back and forth slowly. At the same time, her tongue snaked into the crack between his buttocks, questing for his anus.

He shuffled his legs further apart and eased his torso down onto the desk. Reaching behind him, he clawed his buttocks open. Her tongue swirled around the puckered flesh of his anus and she moaned softly in pleasure. It tasted musky and erotic. His sphincter spasmed as her tongue tip pressed insistently at it, then yielded and he gasped as she pressed her tongue into his asshole. He groaned softly, his hips trembling, his cock throbbing. His loins blazed with lustheat.

He felt her fingertip at his anus and he tensed. She pressed it firmly forward and he moaned and let her slide it into his ass. She held her fingertip inside his anus and drew her tongue downward. Her soft face and lips slid between his buttocks and thighs, her fingertip still locked in his asshole.

Gently, she lapped at his balls, examining their contours with her tongue, taking their loaded weight between her lips. Her lips parted and he groaned in pure joy as she began to suckle on the orbs gently, one by one, then both together. Fire roiled up in his belly and his balls ached for release.

She continued to torment him. She bent her head, drawing her long, tasseled plait before her, and slid it up between his legs, winding her hair and the black and silver-shot tassels around his tool. Now she began to move her finger in his butt, twisting it round and round and in and out. She frigged his cock slowly, simultaneously sucking his balls. He felt as though he was being devoured.

"Christ yes," he gasped. "Yeh ... that's so good ... yes ..."

Her head moved lower and he gasped again as her warm, moist lips found his cock-tip again, sucking gently on it, her tongue playing with his cock-head once more. Her head was between his thighs, arched way back like a suckling calf. He could see the valley of her breasts, shining with his precum gunk.

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Slowly, she pulled her finger out of his ass and he gasped at the release of tension. He moved to turn around, but she forced him to remain as he was. She turned around and shuffled backwards between his thighs, her head tilted back. She lifted her long black and gold *mangalsutra* and pressed it with a fingertip to ass once more.

He groaned in pleasure and yielded. Gently, she slid her necklace into his asshole. He cried out, his face contorting as he felt the small, hard beads squeeze into his rear channel. She took his shaft in her fist and gently rolled back his foreskin. Her mouth was still maddeningly distant from his cock, driving him wild as her hot breath and fiery tongue flickered serpentine across his throbbing cock-head.

"C'mon whore! Suck it! Suck my cock!" he cried hoarsely.

She kissed his cock-head, and held her lips there. He waited, trembling and tense. Her lips parted, and her tongue met his cock-head. Her lips slid down, her tongue winding round and round his cock-head. Lower and lower went her lips, her tongue trying to pry open the slit in his cock-head, making him gasp and groan.

At last, she began to suck his swollen, throbbing penis. Her mouth was warm and sticky moist, sucking sharply on his tool. He gasped loudly and she began to frig his butt, sliding her necklace in and out of his cock with her fingertip. His sphincter convulsed and instantly, she thrust the twin strands in deeper, taking even more of his cock into her mouth and sucking hungrily on it. Dragging her head lower onto his tool and left it there.

"OHH Varsha uhhhhh yes ... uhhhh yeh ohhh god yes ... ohhh that's good ... mmmm yes .... do it cunt ... yes ... do it!" he cried.

His hips swung and gyrated, pumped back and forth, up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing on her finger. He thrust a hand down and held her head, jerking it hard back and forth, fucking her face. She took it smoothly, not missing a beat, her tongue and lips encasing his rod firmly.

He bent his head and looked down and saw that she was masturbating, one hand between her leg, jerking a finger in and out of her cunt, her hips lurching and writhing. Her cheeks billowed with his size.

He began to fuck her mouth harder, his hips plunging back and forth, thrusting the gorged, bursting, dark cock in and out of her distended mouth, going faster and faster, faster and faster.

Her head moved rapidly back and forth, snapping furiously between his legs and she began to frig his ass harder, her finger jerking in and out to the knuckle.

He felt his spoot roil up from his balls. She sensed it, too and timed it beautifully. At the very last moment, she jerked her head back, lips wide, tongue under his cock-head. The backward jerk of her neck snapped her *mangalsutra* out of his anus and his head arched and he gasped loudly and came, shooting hot jizz over her tongue, deep into her mouth, straight down her throat and over her face and into her deep cleavage. Varsha moaned softly and swallowed it all.

His load was prodigious and she felt giddy with the tangy taste and odour of it. As the spurts slowed, her lips closed on his cock once more and she sucked hard trying to draw out every last drop. He groaned, panting, head bent between his arms, his chest heaving, catching his breath.

She waited, his cock in her mouth, gently sucking and licking him till he was ready again. His cock was still rock-hard and she knew that what she had swallowed was but a fraction of what his balls held. It was a larder that never emptied.

He fucked her on her back on the floor. Varsha had unhooked her *mangalsutra*. She took him between her forked, raised thighs, guiding his cock-head to her cunt-lips. He went into her smoothly and deeply and she gasped and arched under him, pulling his head down to hers, her tongue snaking up into his mouth, her breasts hot under his chest. Her hands slid down his powerful, sharply tapering torso to his buttocks once more and she teased them apart. He lifted them and waited, gasping, sucking on her breasts.

She forced her *mangalsutra* into his anus once again, and he groaned, his hips writhing. This time, she slid more and more of it into him till only the amulet lay outside his anus.

"Now ... fuck me hard ..." she muttered thickly. "Fuck me hard!"

He rammed into her violently, delirious with joy and the breath whooshed from her throat and she arched and twisted under him, her face jerking back and to one side, contorted in a rictus of lust.

"Oh ma unhh oh uh ah-ah-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Varsha cried.

Her cunt was a vortex that sucked him deep into her flesh.

"Take it! Take it, whore, take it!" he shouted.

He slid out and slammed into her again and again, hitting a furious, bucking rhythm, his buttocks and hips pumping frenetically up and down, up and down, his cock sliding in and out, in and out, rivening her cunt-lips wide open. Her body jerked and snapped under his thrusts and her cries rang his ears.

"Oh god yes, yes ohhhh yes Rajeev yes oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhhh Ohhh uhh oh oh oh oh uhhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh Ohhh ma oh ma oh ma oh yes!" Varsha's erotic litany throbbed with their motions.

"Oh fuck yes oh yes take it! Take it whore, take it! Take my prick, slut take it all ... mmm oh yes ... yes ... more! Ahhh yes! Oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh yes!"

Faster and faster he went, pistoning and pumping like a dervish, ram-fucking her cunt. She orgasmed violently, arching and bucking under him and he groaned and rammed deep into her again and again as her cunt convulsed on his tool. He quivered with the imminence of his release, his hips twitching at her thighs, and she pulled at her *mangalsutra* and began to draw it out of his asshole.

Rajeev arched his head and cried out as the beads popped out of his ass one by one. The heat burst forth again, and he came violently, shooting jets of sizzling white-hot spoot deep into
her slit.

Still he was not sated, and Varsha moaned deliriously, in deep rut. He slid out of her cunt and, moaning and panting, her body trembling still, she slid over him. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"Oh god I want you," she moaned softly. "I want to suck your cock again."

He smiled and kissed her hot, swollen breasts. "Go ahead, babe ... be my guest," he murmured.

Varsha smiled, her face radiant with joy as she snaked down his body again and nuzzled his crotch. His penis was still erect, massive, irresistible. Whimpering deep in her throat, she kissed it tenderly and licked the thick bulbous head. It smelled of jizz and cunt-juice in a potent cocktail. Slowly, she took it in her mouth and began to suck it, her eyes closed in happiness.

Arching his head, Rajeev studied her. Her glossy hair fell in a thick veil over one side of her face, and her head rolled from side to side as she sucked every inch of his cock. Her fingers cupped his cock tenderly as she pumped it in her fist. It was an erotic vision and he smiled in pleasure and, sighing softly, surrendered to her desire.







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Anil thumbed the large wad of one hundred rupee banknotes with a thin smile. A cool twenty-five thousand. Not bad at all for a little entertainment by the wife. He folded the notes carefully and stashed them in the secret drawer in his cupboard and locked it. He dropped the key into his trouser pocket and turned around.

"Twenty-five thousand," he acknowledged with a nod. "Okay, it's cool. You can fuck her now."

There were three people in the bedroom. Nisha, his wife, sat on the large, well-sprung double bed between two men. Both were strangers. They were her clients and they had paid well for her services. Anil looked at her. She certainly knew how to give a man a good time, and he made good money from it. It was perfect.

She loved whoring and he loved the money. He was pleased. Thanks to her, the poverty of their early life was now a distant and ugly memory. He caught her eye and she smiled gently. He winked at the two men and grinned broadly.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves, gentlemen," he said, winking at his guests. "She's one hell of a cunt."

"She'd better be, at this price," growled one.

"Yeah," said the other. "Goddamned pricey bitch."

"Gentlemen, I assure you that she is worth every penny. I guarantee you full satisfaction. If you are displeased with her in any way, your money will be refunded, though, I must add, that has never yet happened. You may be with her for as long as you wish and do with her as you will. The only prohibition is physical violence. No sadism, of any kind. The goods are not to be damaged in any way."

Nisha was a good-looking young woman in her mid-twenties. She had an oval face with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes were a deep brown, set deep, her mouth was slender, opening often in a wide smile over perfect teeth.

Her nose was slim and straight. She was fair-skinned, her complexion creamy and unblemished. Her neck was long, and around it she wore her habitual black and gold beaded *mangalsutra*, the proud symbol of her marital status.

Her body was luscious, with full buttocks and a narrow waist, a flat belly and firm, succulent breasts with long nipples in small aureoles. Her limbs were long and slender and shapely. She wore long earrings, toe-rings, finger rings, anklets and bangles. Her dark hair was springy, but thick and long and hung in a long braid to her waist.

She was simply dressed in a long *kurta* and a *salvar* that did nothing to conceal the fact that she was naked underneath. The clothes were translucent and filmy and clung to her body, showing the swell of her breasts and the cleft of her buttocks.

She looked at the two men seated on either side of her. They were identical twins, and she could not tell them apart. *Double the pleasure*! She thought suddenly, grinning impishly to herself.

The men were good-looking '.s, tall and fair with handsome, craggy, fine-nosed faces, their eyes deep and dark, hair thick. Their bodies were solid blocks of muscle: broad shouldered, they had deep chests and hard bellies and long, strong arms and legs. Their mouths were slim and their jaws square and manly. They had introduced themselves as Aslam and Salim. She did not know which was which. It didn't matter.

She looked from one to the other and, smiling gently, tilted her head back against the bed-stand. Her lips parted and her tongue arched lasciviously across her upper lip. Her hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. She flicked off her *kurta* buttons and pulled it open, exposing her breasts. She crossed her arms, cupping and squeezing the mounds, flicking her long nipples and shivering.

"I want you," she murmured softly, looking from one to the other, her eyes glittering. "I'm your whore tonight ... I want to be fucked hard ..."

She crossed her arms and pulled the *kurta* off her head. Lifting her hips slightly, she tugged at the cord of her *salvar* and rucked it off. Nisha cupped her crotch and arched a finger into her slit.

"My cunt's already hot for you both," she said.

She slid her arm across the shoulders of the twin to her left and turned her face to his, pulling his head to hers. She kissed him in naked hunger, arching her tongue into his mouth. Languidly, sensuously, she sucked on his tongue as he responded. On her right, the other client nuzzled the nape of her neck and slid his hand down over her breasts. He felt it grow heavier and warmer in his hands. She turned and kissed him.

"Which one are you?" She murmured, sucking his lower lip.

"Salim."

"And you must be Aslam, then," she said to his twin.

"Obviously," he chuckled softly.

She smiled and drew his head down to her breast and turned to his brother. Salim bent his head and squeezed her breast to his lips. She sighed softly as his tongue flicked slowly over her quivering nipple. Nisha kissed Aslam on the other side and began to undo his shirt, caressing his chest.

"It's good to have you both together," she said as she pulled his shirt off.

His body was wonderful, lean and hard and sculpted, smooth and hairless. She bent her head to Aslam's chest and her pointed tongue flickering over his nipple. He murmured softly. Salim thrust his hand between her legs and she spread them wide open for him. His finger raked down her cunt and came away moist.

He grinned to himself, and curled the finger into her cunt. Nisha groaned softly and lifted her head from Aslam's chest and leaned back against the bed-stand again.

Now Aslam began to finger-fuck her while Salim fondled and sucked on her turgid breasts. She gasped, her hips lurching, her back bowing. Then Salim slid his hand down, too, and there were two fingers going alternately in and out of her cunt. Her hips heaved and she moaned. Aslam kissed her hungrily, his tongue roving deep in her mouth.

The two men paused for a moment and pulled off their shirts and trousers. She noticed with pleasure that their cocks were both about seven inches long and over an inch thick. She guessed they would swell to a nine-inch length and corresponding thickness. Both were circumcised and that pleased her. In her experience, they lasted longer. They came to her again and she took their limp cocks in her hands and began to masturbate them deftly.

"Hey, you mean your cocks are identical, too?" she laughed.

"You bet, whore, absolutely ditto!" laughed one, she didn't know which.

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Nisha felt the pricks grow hot and hard, stiffening in her hands. The men kissed her, one finger-fucking her cunt, the other sucking on her breasts. Salim - she supposed it was him - bent his head between her thighs. She spread her legs and splayed her cunt-lips wide open with clawed fingers. He fingered her cunt and then his tongue was there, too.

Nisha gasped loudly as his sharp tongue flickered into her cunt. Aslam rose onto his knees on the bed beside her and she turned her head to his loins, her hand on his cock and, parting her lips, took it into her mouth. Aslam grunted as her tongue and teeth and lips found his circumcised cock-head.

Nisha's hips lurched and jerked under Salim's tongue-fucking. Aslam caressed and rolled her breasts in his hands, his head bent to watch himself fuck her mouth, sliding his glistening cock in and out of her distended face. Her cheeks hollowed and distended as she sucked on his dick. Its musky odour aroused her. She cupped his balls and rubbed them, her other hand on Salim's head, moving it round and round in her loins, her juices streaming. She moaned deep in her throat.

The men changed positions. Aslam lay on his back and Nisha straddled his face, spreading her cunt-lips wide. His tongue flickered up into her cunt and her head arched back, her shoulders hunched, her shoulder bones stood out. She moaned loudly, bucking and jerking on his face, the jewellery slithering on her chest.

Salim stood before her, and she took his penis deep in her mouth, sucking hungrily on it, making him gasp and grunt. Nisha loved having her mouth fucked. His hips swung and pumped at her face, his hands rocking her head back and forth. She crushed her breasts in mounting excitement, her loins grinding and writhing on Aslam's face.

His tongue darted in and out of her wet slit, flicking her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped, her cunt streaming with excitement.

They fucked her in turns, at first. She lay on her back, her knees forked wide and raised and one of them bent over her, between her thighs. She felt his cock-head at her cunt-lips as she held his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking into his mouth.

"Who are you?" she murmured.

"Guess."

"Salim."

"Nope. Aslam."

"Yes. Aslam. C'mon now ... fuck me ... give me your cock ... fuck me hard!"

His buttocks flexed and his cock surged into her cunt. Nisha gasped sharply, her back snapping in a taut bow under him, her head jerking back, her mouth wide.

"OhmaUNHHhhh AHHHHHHHHH!" she called. "Ohhhh uhhhh OHHHHHH!"

"Unhhh yeh ... OHHHHh .... yes!" her lover-client responded.

Smoothly, Aslam slid his penis deep into her. His handsome head craned back and he moaned. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed on his throbbing penis. Her legs spread wider and rose higher, coiling above his hips.

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

He fucked her slowly and steadily, his hips rising and falling, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. His twin got off the bed, grinning hugely and watched Aslam fuck her. Standing behind them, he could see his brother's enormous penis going in and out, in and out of her cunt, his heavy balls slapping at her cunt-lips and buttocks.

Aslam's rod glistened and gleamed. Her hips bucked and bounced under his eagerly. Aslam began moving faster and faster, his hips juddering up and down, his cock pistoning rapidly in and out of her cunt, slamming and ramming and reaming into her. She gasped, her body jerking and rocking under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling, her long *mangalsutra* dancing on her chest.

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

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

Faster and faster he went, his hips banging down hard, drawing sharp cries from her throat. She clenched his shoulders, then his hips, then his buttocks, gritting her teeth and gasping and panting as he drove her to a wild orgasm. He felt her cunt convulse powerfully on his dick and he groaned, grinding his cock deep into her again and again.

With a shuddering cry, he pulled out of her and came, spraying her cunt and belly and breasts with thick, sticky shots of hot jizz. Then he squeezed his cock back into her and bent over her and kissed her. She moaned, her chest heaving, caressing his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He bent over her and, spreading his legs to lever her thighs apart, began to ram-fuck her. His head arched back and he grimaced with tension. Her cunt was a wonderfully hot, tight sheath, enveloping his tool. Faster and faster he went, his buttocks plunging powerfully up and down, up and down, his cock reaming in and out, in and out of her cunt, squelching and rasping in audibly, glistening and gleaming, hot, dark, rock-hard.