Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"On your feet, bitch," he commanded. "I want you from behind."

Once again, Falu turned on her feet and leaned over the top step. Suhas took his cock in his hand and pressed it between the lobes of her creamy buttocks. She reached down and caressed the cock-head, guiding it to her cunt, spreading the lips wide to receive him into her flesh. He paused with his cock-head at the portals of her cunt.

"C'mon Suhas baby ... take me ... fuck my cunt, come on!" she muttered.

He took a deep breath, flexed his buttocks and slid his cock-head up into her. She gasped softly, arching, as it slid through her cunt-lips and into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed at the intruder. He groaned and buried himself in her cunt, trying to put out the burning heat in his loins.

Her cunt was a hot, wet, tight furnace and it contracted powerfully on his cock, sucking it in deeper and deeper. Suhas groaned, his belly sucked in, and squeezed her pendulous breasts. Her hips writhed against his.

"Come on, Suhas ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she whimpered in lust.

Suhas started fucking her heavily, grinding and spiralling his cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on her hands and feet before him, forcing her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Suhas chuckled softly and sipped his champagne, one hand on his hips, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically, his cock grinding in and out of her cunt.

Her head arched and she moaned softly, thickly, panting and mewing and keening like a bitch in heat. Suhas tilted the champagne flute over her hips and buttocks and she gasped and writhed as the cold liquid trickled between her buttocks and over her anus and cunt. He laughed and swung his hips in tight, grinding circles, mashing her cunt-flesh. Falu whimpered and her cunt contracted and convulsed on his throbbing penis. Her body was hot with lust. She stretched an arm between her legs and fondled his balls.

"Come on, come on, come on," she muttered. "Fuck me ... fuck me hard!"

Holding the glass in one hand, his hand in the small of her back, Suhas fucked her rapidly, pumping his hips at her cunt. She gasped and murmured in pleasure, rocking swiftly back and forth before him, running her cunt up and down the length of his shaft.

"Like it, bitch?" he chuckled. "Tell me you like it!"

"God yes ... ohhhh yes, Suhas ... it feels so good ... come on, please ... fuck me harder! I want it, Suhas ... ohma unhhhh yes!"

He laughed and slid smoothly out of her. Falu gasped in disbelief and frustration. Chuckling, he dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his face between her buttocks. Falu gasped softly, her head arching, as she felt his thick, heavy tongue swirl over her anus, so recently invaded by his cock. Her legs shuffled open and he stretched her cunt-lips wide with two fingers and wriggled a third in her cunt. She groaned, her hips swaying and writhing erotically.

Her anus was musky and erotic and he licked it hungrily, pressing and probing at the puckered flesh. Then his tongue dipped lower and she groaned in pleasure as he pushed it into her cunt. Her slit was wet and seeping love-juice. He licked her cunt, his tongue swirling through her warm, moist flesh, flicking at her gorged clitoris.

"Ohhhhhhh yes! Ohhhh yes, Suhas, yes!" Falu shivered in pleasure. She loved having her cunt licked.

Suhas jabbed his tongue in and out of her cunt and sucked on her clitoris, nibbling it tenderly. Falu gasped sharply as the heat flooded her body and the dams threatened to burst. Her hips bucked and writhed over his face. He stopped and suddenly and got to his feet. She groaned and looked over her shoulder at him, her face a mask of lust.

"Stay as you are, whore," he chuckled. "Back in a minute."

He fetched the magnum of champagne from its bucket and carried it back to the steps. He replenished their glasses and then, taking a sip from him, sat on the top step between her outstretched arms.

"Suck." He pointed to his cock. "Now."

Falu moaned and buried her face in his crotch. Holding his hips, she took his cock deep in her mouth and sucked it eagerly. Her head rocked up and down and rolled from side to side. Suhas grunted in pleasure. She gave exceptionally good head. Her tongue worked his cock-head cunningly, and the pressure from her mouth was insistent.

He caressed her head and smooth, creamy naked body, fondling her succulent, pendulous breasts, kneading them slowly in both hands. His hands stretched down her body and he slid his finger between her buttocks. Falu writhed and her legs opened again. He chuckled and arched a finger into her anus. She moaned and sucked harder, her buttocks wriggling as he masturbated her ass.

He noticed the magnum and grinned mischievously. Picking it up, he pressed the open mouth to her anus. Falu gasped and tensed and her head jerked up.

"Keep sucking, whore!" he grunted. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I? Fucking whore!"

Whimpering, she obeyed. She was paid for and she had to obey. Whatever he desired of her, he got. She took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked it heavily. He held the magnum in both hands now and pressed the mouth to her anus.

"C'mon, bitch, open up!"

Falu groaned and yielded. He laughed and pressed the mouth into her anus. Her head snapped up and she cried out, her face twisting as the cold thick glass speared her asshole. He laughed down at her and pushed it in gently. She groaned. Holding it with one hand, he pressed her head back to his crotch with the other, grunting as his cock went into her mouth.

Then he tilted the bottle up. The cold champagne flowed into her anus. Falu moaned deliriously deep in her cock-filled throat. It felt wonderful, the cold sting of the champagne against the heat of her anus. He twisted the bottle round in both hands and masturbated her with it. She loved the sensation and her hips churned and gyrated erotically, swaying and writhing in pleasure. She sucked him furiously.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Suhas pushed her head away and got to his feet, his cock erect, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum gunk, dribbling on her face. She moaned and stopped him, kissing and licking it lasciviously, squeezing her breasts over it. He laughed and let her work him for a few minutes and then pushed her back.

Keeping her bent over, he went back behind her. Picking up his champagne flute, he dipped his cock into it, gasping at the cold touch of the liquid on his burning cock. Then he pressed it to her cunt-lips and, before she could react, gripping her hips, rocked his cock deep into her cunt. Falu cried out, gasping in shock and delight as the hot-cold, cold-hot cock surged into her flesh. Her client laughed at her reaction and fucked her furiously for several minutes, holding her hips and jerking her cunt up and down on his cock.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh unhh ohhh yes yes ohhhh god yes!" she cried.

The aphrodisiacs made him insatiable, and restless. He stopped after several minutes. Falu collapsed on the steps, her arms aching, her body trembling with lust and desire. The drugs were incredibly potent. She lay on her back on the top stop, her hips at its edge and Suhas knelt over her face and pushed his cock into her mouth again. Bending forward, he took the magnum and pushed it between her legs.

They spread instantly and he chortled in pleasure and slid the neck of the bottle into her cunt. Fucking her mouth, he masturbated her with the champagne. Falu's body thrashed and writhed under his as the cold liquid flowed into her cunt and mingled with her own steaming cunt-juice. His buttocks bobbed over her face and his arms and shoulders rippled smoothly as he rocked the bottle in and out of her cunt.

He wanted to bugger her again. Removing the bottle, getting off her face, he knelt on the step below and pushed her legs high and wide, lifting her buttocks. She groaned, her body bent in half, his hands under her knees high above her head. She reached down and guided his cock to her asshole.

"C'mon Suhas ... do it ... fuck my butt," she muttered in a guttural tone.

He groaned and slowly squeezed his cock-head into her anus. The breath rushed from her throat in a rattling gasp and her face twisted in an agony of lust. Falu's back arched and she clawed at his shoulders, her body doubled over. Suhas grunted as her anus convulsed frantically on his penis and held still.

Falu's chest heaved. She moaned softly, and her hands slid up to his face, over his chest, down between her splayed thighs to his belly and cock. She gripped his protruding shaft. He waited, his body tensed, his thighs rigid with strain, his buttocks trembling, his knees bent.

"Come on ... do it! Fuck my ass, Suhas!" she groaned.

He chuckled softly and his buttocks squeezed taut and his hips slid forward. His penis ground into her asshole. Falu moaned thickly as the heavy penis pushed between her fingers and pierced her anal channel. It felt wonderful, hot and heavy and hard. Falu loved having her butt fucked and Suhas was one of the best.

Deeper and deeper he went, till he was fully buried in her ass. She hissed in pleasure and her fingers went to her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips and she arched a finger into her slit, flicking her clitoris rapidly. Her hips writhed in pleasure under him.

"Mm ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me Suhas ... fuck my ass! Come on, do it!"

Grinning down at her, his face flushed with excitement, Suhas ground his cock into her anus. She moaned. He pressed his hands on the insides of her thighs, folding her body in half, his body angled over hers, his toes on the lowest step, his powerful muscles corded with the strain. His shoulders rippled and his arms bulged and she clenched them fiercely as he began to move, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, pushing and squeezing his cock in and out of her asshole. Falu gasped and panted deliriously, watching the growing lust on his face.

Her body was pinned under his, bent to his will. Her loins flamed with lust. She started masturbating again, slowly toying with her gorged clitoris. His hips ground back and forth, his cock tunnelling in and out of her asshole, pushing and squeezing through, crushing her anal flesh.

She moaned, and her finger whipped her clitoris rapidly and she orgasmed, gasping and moaning. Her anus convulsed on his cock and he groaned, his head arched, his buttocks flexing and unflexing slowly, his hips grinding heavily back and forth.

"Come on bitch, come on come on come on," he grunted.

With a soft, shuddering moan, he yielded and, sliding smoothly out of her, masturbated rapidly. Falu grabbed her legs and kept them high and bent. He gasped, and thick jets of jizz spurted from his cock-head and Falu gasped in pleasure. The gunk spattered her buttocks and thighs and cunt and belly, hitting the underside of her breasts. She moaned softly. He grunted and slowly squeezed his cock into her anus again. She groaned, rocking back and forth under him.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

His cock was still rock hard. He moved out of her anus and pushed it slowly into her cunt, leaning over her now, his hands on the step on either side of her chest. She smiled radiantly, in deep rut, murmuring soft, obscene encouragement, caressing his chest and shoulders and face. His hips rocked steadily back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, and his cock crushed in and out of her cunt-flesh.

She loved it and responded like a thoroughbred, her hips arching and writhing, undulating under his.

"God, you're good," she murmured, her face radiant with pleasure.

"Very good."

"With cunts like you to keep happy, I have to be," he laughed.

"Arrogant pig."

"Pig in a poke. You're the poke."

"And how. Come on, stud. Poke me. Hard!"

He smiled and began to move faster, his hips swinging and rocking rapidly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing in a swift, yet controlled rhythm. His penis plunged deeply in and out of her cunt and he swung his hips in tight circles as he thrust into so that he was entering her cunt from all angles, spiraling downward. Falu's body rocked and lurched under his, jerking with his thrusts.

"Oh ... unhh ... ohhhh ... yes ... ohhh god yes ... ohhh yes ...c'mon do it ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me hard, Suhas yes ... OHHHHHHH yes yes that's it ... mm, yes ... oh god yes ... do it, lover! Fuck meunhhhhoHHhhyesSuhas oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh oh oh oh oh oh OHHH OH OH Suhas-Suhas-Suhas-SuhAHHHHHHHHHHHHS!"

He moved faster and faster and suddenly moved his hands to her breasts, his arms outstretched, her breasts crushed in his palms. His hips hammered back and forth, his thighs pummelling her
buttocks, his balls slapping at them, his cock thundering in and out of her cunt, pillaging and ravishing her flesh.

Falu's cries rent the air as she jerked and thrashed and lurched under him, her neck arched, her face contorted in a rictus of lust. She exploded violently and he groaned as her clonic cunt bit down on his throbbing penis.

He did not come, yet retained his massive erection. Falu felt no disappointment. He was a fine lover and her pleasure mattered as much to him as his own. He slid out of her and sprawled on the top step beside her. She lay for a moment, gasping and moaning, her breasts and cunt still alive and tingling with his touch. Slowly, she turned and leaned over him, her hand sliding down to his crotch. He smiled at her and kissed her pendulous breast, gently nibbled her stiff nipple. She sighed in pleasure.

"Let me suck your prick," she said. "I like sucking cock."

"Do it, then."

"Not here. Out on the beach."

"Lead on, m'lady of the night."

"Follow me, kind sir."

"With the greatest of unbridled pleasure, I assure you."

She laughed. "One that is mutual."

"Good."

"The very best."

"Randy bitch."

"Mm. Lucky you."

On the beach, Suhas sprawled on his back on the soft white sand under the silver moonlight as Falu bent her head over his lap and sucked his cock. She did it slowly, relishing the heady taste of his jizz and her cunt and ass juices on it and squeezed her breasts over it. He groaned softly and fucked her face in pleasure, rocking her head up and down with both hands, pumping his hips under her head. Then he tugged at her shoulders and drew her up over him.

Falu knelt over his lap and, holding his cock, slowly impaled her cunt on it. She moaned softly, biting her lower lip at her cunt engulfed the fiery heat of his penis. He slid his hands up her body and crushed her heavy breasts. His hips rose beneath hers.

They began to move together, bucking and jerking up and down, their cries echoing against the incessant murmur of the surf. Her breasts bounced and the gold chain around her neck tossed and slapped on her fair, creamy skin. She leaned forward over him and rocked her hips up and down, suddenly clapping her buttocks together and swinging her hips so that her cunt churned and sucked fiercely on his cock.

They gasped in unison. Suhas gripped her buttocks and jerked her body up and down on his cock. Falu gasped and cried out, her cunt convulsing in delight on his penis. They fucked furiously for several minutes and then slowed, prolonging the pleasure and drawing it out as much as they could.

Suhas looked at her in delight. She was the finest of fucks and he could never tire of her. She smiled down at him and, bending, kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her hips ground round on his cock in erotic, churning circles.

"Come on, Suhas," she said, her breasts hot on his chest. "Let's go for a swim."

In the water, thigh-deep, Suhas kissed her hungrily, holding her buttocks as she clung to him, her legs wound taut about his hips, her cunt churning greedily against his cock. Her fingers dug into his powerful shoulders and she flung her head back and moaned in joy, her voice rising up to the stars. Suhas gasped and, moaning, pressed his throbbing, burning, aching flesh into hers.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jayant cupped Falu's lovely face in both hands and smiled gently. She was utterly delectable, totally irresistible. Her nose was pert, the face sweetly rounded, always alive with joy and laughter, the rosebud lips soft and inviting. Her teeth were perfectly even and very white. Her eyes were a deep brown, gentle, and her voice was gentle and soft.

He bent his head and kissed her tenderly, his lips fluttering against hers. Her lips flowered under his and slowly, tentatively, her tongue flickered into his mouth. He drew his hands down her body. She was very sexy. Her hair was short, hanging just below her shoulders, now bound behind her head with a broad clip in a high pony-tail.

Her breasts were full and firm, not the detestable cones that marred so many woman, but full and firm and ripe so that they filled her clothing and strained at every seam. She had stubby nipples in dense, bright aureoles. The belly was firm and flat, and her buttocks were slim, almost boyish, but firm and neatly curved, leading to shapely legs. Her arms and legs were slender and smooth, the fingers and toes square and strong.

Her skin was smooth and fair and flawless, with the texture of cream, or a ripe gbang, soft, silken, firm, with no trace of the fine downy hair that blemished so many women. Jayant loved the feel of her flesh, cool and smooth and alive to his every touch.

She wore a gold wedding band on one finger, a gold necklace and a long *mangalsutra*, signifying her marital status. It dangled low, of gold and black beads with a twin-cupped pendant that rested against her naked midriff. Her lobes bore delicate earrings, and she had a small *bindi* on her forehead.

She was clad in a *sari* of some light synthetic material. Falu wore *sari*'s like no one else: without an inner petticoat and slung high on her hips and dipping precariously under her belly and back so that it was just above her pubis and buttocks, she had discovered a way of wearing it without any supporting underclothing.

As a result, the garment clung to her every curve and unraveled at the slightest tug. Her blouses were provocatively cut, scooped deep and wide to reveal a tantalising cleavage, the lower hem very high so that it ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out on all sides like heavy, over-ripe melons. The blouse was very taut and her breasts strained at the confines, threatening to burst free.

Their kiss deepened, and he cupped her breasts, sliding his hands under her *pallu*. Her breasts grew heavy and he felt her nipples jump erect. He slid two fingers into her cleavage.

"It's been an age, Flo," he murmured, teasing her lips with his tongue.

"Mm. You've been too busy to even think of me."

"Not true. I've been thinking of fucking you constantly."

"That sounds like heaven. Fuck me constantly."

"Idiot."

"Seriously, I'd love it if you did."

"I'd love to do, too, but I can't. So let's just enjoy what we can, shall we?"

"Mm. Yummy."

Since her early teens, Falu had been fucked by more men than she could remember. Her husband, his brothers, other relatives, their servants, guests, visitors, cooks, drivers, peons, cleaners, sweepers, strangers - she slept with them all. She was a whore for Jayant and her clients included some of the richest and most powerful men in the country.

But he was different, without equal. They went back a long time, to a dark age when he had single-handedly rescued her from a purgatory with her depraved guardian and taken her through the gates of a paradise that he created from nothing. He was intelligent, India's finest legal mind, immensely wealthy, a connoisseur of art and music, food and fine wine, and he had the best women at his beck and call.

He was sexually unrivaled. None of her lovers even came close. Devilishly handsome, his face was clean-shaven, square-jawed and utterly masculine. He had a strong nose, dark, deep-set eyes, a shock of thick black hair. His neck was thick and bullish. His cheeks were slightly hollowed, tough and rugged, the face that of man used to much labour and hardness. His voice was rich, velvet baritone, and his eyes were a deep brown, ever gentle.

His body was stunning, that of a master body-builder but without the crudity. The heavy neck led smoothly to sprawling shoulders, heavy with muscle. His back was deeply curved by musculature and his spine narrowed inward. His chest was immensely broad and square, cut in a heavy W that swept from one armpit to the other, with a deep cleft in between.

His nipples were small and pinches and pulled taut and low on either side. His belly was hard and flat, divided into strong rectangular patches of muscle. His biceps were enormous bulges and his forearms were ridged with thick veins. His torso slashed in a savage V from the shoulder to high, narrow hips above taut, firm buttocks that led to long legs, strong as tree-trunks. His hands and feet were large and strong. His torso was completely hairless and even his armpits were depilated.

But best of all was his penis - an astonishing, impossible, incredible mass of cartilage and flesh, it hung ten inches long limp - and limp was not a word frequently associated with it. Even in that state it was larger and thicker and harder than most erections. Fully aroused, it was all of eleven and one-half inches long, nearly three inches thick ridged by heavy veins, as big as man's forearm.

He was careful to keep it smoothly shorn down to the hilt; not only did it look better in celluloid close-up, but it facilitated smooth entries into human orifices, especially anuses. His balls were heavy and low and brimming with hot, creamy jizz. He had the staying power of a bull, and could come repeatedly without tiring. It was the equipment of a rampant stallion in heat.

Falu knew only one man with a larger cock, Kishore, Jayant's chief lieutenant, whose penis was fully a foot long and three inches thick. He had fucked her often, even in her ass with it, but even he acknowledged that Jayant was by far his superior in the art of fucking a woman.

Jayant was an untiring lover with an innate ability to sense his lover's moods and needs and the ability to adjust to them instantly. He maintained that his greatest pleasure sprang from the giving of the greatest pleasure. Few women could match him.

The only one who did, effortlessly and time after time, was his wife, Sunnu, Falu's sister. With her, sex took on awesome dimensions, and their fucking was that of the gods.

Falu knew that Jayant and Sunnu would fuck incessantly for a week till, in the end, both were drained and exhausted. Their love and lust was so intense that it threatened to consume their beings, and they seldom fucked except by careful design. Instead, both contented their natural sexual urges by fucking outside their marriage. Falu was glad for it.

Falu closed her eyes and pictured Jayant's cock. It would be dark and thick, too thick to take fully in her mouth, too thick even to encircle fully in her fingers. It would be long and strong, pulsating, dark, thick-veined. She could almost feel it now, touching her cunt-lips, gently prising them open, then spreading them wider and wider to receive its immensity, then piercing through, touching her very soul.

She ached for it, for that beautiful enormity to invade her flesh and plough into her body mercilessly, tormenting her and driving her to fits of passion that no one else could. She knew and loved every inch of his body and his cock, every vein, every curve and contour; and she knew his cock with her mouth, her face, her breasts, her cunt, her anus, her entire being.

He drew her closer and her body warmed at the touch of his hands on her naked midriff. His head bent to hers and her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting slowly under his. His lips met hers, brushed them, then slowly he drew the lower one between his and sucked on it. His tongue invaded her mouth slowly, gliding between her lips and flicking against her own and she groaned deep in her throat as her excitement mounted.

His hands slid up over her short, tight blouse to cup her breasts. As he squeezed the fleshy mounds gently, marveling at their superb contours, relishing the feel and weight and shape of them filling his hands, they grew hot and hard and swelled, her nipples stiffening quickly. His lips slid down over her mouth, down the line of her neck and throat and he slid the *pallu* of her *sari* of her shoulder.

His lips and tongue trickled into the deep valley between her breasts, and his hands and fingers stroked her bare belly, caressing it just above her pubis, gently sliding around to her buttocks, back again to her thighs. He flicked open the buttons of her blouse and opened the top two.

He bent his head and his tongue explored the deep vale between her breasts. Falu trembled in excitement. His hot breath seared on her nipple through the thin material of the blouse and she shuddered in excitement, arching her head. Her nipple quivered between his lips. He tugged at it gently with his teeth, rolled it between them. She gasped as the fires leapt to her groin. He moved to the other breast, kneading the first in his fingers.

Falu unbuttoned his loose shirt with trembling fingers. She pulled it off and, moaning softly, caressed his sculpted chest. His hands slid down her smooth back and he tugged at her *sari*. It unravelled and fell to her feet with the softest of whispers. She was naked under it and his hands slid over her firm, flat buttocks and slender thighs. She trembled and bent her head to his chest,
licking his nipple. He sighed softly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her tongue swirled over the tough little knot of flesh, and then her lips flowered around it and she sucked gently. Jayant sighed in pleasure as tiny flames of pleasure leapt from his nipples and coursed through his magnificent frame. He cupped her cunt and was delighted to find it already wet. She groaned and her legs shuffled apart, her cunt-lips opening for him. He arched a finger into her slit and she whimpered deep in her throat, moving to his other nipple, her hips swaying and writhing erotically.

Falu began to move lower and Jayant murmured in pleasure as her tongue and lips snaked down his torso. He slid his hands into her blouse and cupped her swollen breasts, flicked her rigid nipples. Kneeling before him, Falu nuzzled his crotch.

She moaned softly and kissed the enormous bulge between his thighs. Slowly, her hands crawled up to the clasp of his trousers. She flipped it open and slowly pulled down his fly and stretched it open in a wide V. She moaned at the sight of his mammoth shaft tucked neatly in the fly; he wore no underwear. Her lips parted hungrily and her eyes glittered with lust, her nostrils flaring. Jayant knew the signs well and he smiled gently.

Whimpering in excitement, Falu pressed her lips to the base of his shaft as she pulled his trousers open and tugged them down his legs. They puddled at his ankles and his limp cock hung before her face, gargantuan, glorious, gorgeous. Falu thrilled with lust at the mere sight of it. She joined her palms from heel to the tip of her little finger, forming an open, shallow cup, such as ***** priests are wont to use in rituals.

She cupped his shaft in her palms, the cock-head between her wrists, and lifted it gently to her parted lips. Jayant reached down and rolled back his foreskin, watching her with a slight smile. Her face was suffused with excitement, her eyes half-closed. She was almost in a devotional trance. Slowly, her lips parted further and her tongue slid out and coiled sinuously around his bulging cock-head.

He murmured softly. It felt wonderful. She licked it again, moaning deep in her throat and slowly, her lips inched towards it. He waited patiently. Her lips pressed to his cock-head, then parted and slowly slid down around it. He murmured as he felt her tongue at work on his cock-head in her mouth. She raked her fingernails up and down his shaft, cupped his balls lovingly.

The shaft of his penis was shorn smoothly to the base; his scrotum was shaved clean. He did this because, for one so hugely endowed, it was essential to ensure no discomfort to his partner, especially if he was sodomising her - which he fully intended to do to Falu. She loved having her butt fucked and he did it better than anyone else. The shaven cock-shaft also heightened his own enjoyment.

Jayant sighed in pleasure as her warm, moist mouth engulfed his cock-head. She sucked cock like few women could, with longing and deep, genuine desire and relish. His belly rippled and he focused his mind on his groin, savouring the exquisite pleasure of her lips and tongue on his cock-head, her fingernails and teeth raking his thick shaft.

Slowly, his cock stirred, warmed, filled with blood and lust. It grew longer and thicker and hotter and harder in her mouth, distending her face. Falu moaned softly, sucking insistently, rising with his cock, her hands lifting her breasts erotically. Jayant murmured in pleasure and fucked her mouth slowly and heavily, holding her face in both hands and rocking her head back and forth between his legs.

His cock felt heavenly, hot and thick and hard, throbbing with lust, musky and erotic. Falu's head swam with excitement and she sucked it lovingly, with mounting desire. Slowly, her head rose and she moved higher, kissing his belly, tonguing his navel, and guided his cock into her cleavage inside her blouse. Jayant sighed as she squeezed her breasts over his penis.

"Mmm, yes ... that's nice," he murmured.

She groaned, rubbing her breasts over his shaft, raking it with her nipples. He could feel her long *mangalsutra* and gold necklace rippling against the shaft of his cock and it felt very sexy.

"Jayant ... please ... cream in my face ... and on my tits ... "

How could he refuse? He smiled gently and nodded.

Falu slipped his penis out of her blouse. Smiling seductively, she lifted her hands behind her neck and released the clasp of her long *mangalsutra*. Jayant watched, intrigued, waiting patiently. Her eyes dancing mischievously, she twisted it once round his shaft and then looped it over his hips, fixing the clasp in the small of his back. Now her *mangalsutra* was his girdle, the twin-cupped pendant nestled under his shaft against his balls.

"That's better," she murmured, licking his cock-head. "That's very sexy."

Jayant chuckled softly. If it turned her on, he saw no reason to object. On her knees, she leaned away, on hand outstretched, palm on the floor by her calves, her breasts thrust up. She guided his penis into her blouse again, this time from beneath, past the lower hem, so that it tunnelled through her cleavage and the cock-head popped out in the neck of her blouse, towards her face.

She smiled sexily and her mouth opened and she craned her neck, questing for his cock. Jayant was deeply aroused. Falu rocked slowly on her knees with her hands behind her legs, her back curved and breasts thrust upward. As she moved, her breasts squeezed over his shaft, masturbating him. At the same time, her mouth was open and his cock-head was between her lips. And his penis was festooned by her *mangalsutra*.

Jayant grunted in pleasure and fucked her breasts and face. Bent backward on her knees before him, Falu sucked and licked his penis greedily, moaning as the heavy shaft rasped between her breasts. Her nipples were hard with lust, her breasts heavy and swollen. Jayant pumped his hips rhythmically back and forth.

She thought the sight of her *mangalsutra* on his hips, the pendant on his balls was infinitely erotic. She sucked his penis languorously, almost lazily, swirling her tongue over the swollen cock-head, rocking back and forth. Jayant savoured the gentle burgeoning of blisson in his gonads. Arms akimbo, he pumped his hips back and forth at his sister-in-law. Finally, murmuring in pleasure, he allowed himself the pleasure of surrender.

His cock throbbed and quivered. Falu sensed his orgasm and opened her mouth wide, his cock-head resting on her lower lip. Jizz spurted suddenly from the slit in his cock-head and flooded her mouth. Falu moaned and swallowed his spoot, thick trails of it dribbling over her chin and cheeks. He slid out of her breast-sheath and she shook his cock in her fist.

More gunk spurted out and spattered her face. She pointed it to her cleavage and jerked it vigorously. Jizz dribbled between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts over his cock again. Murmuring softly, she caressed her gunk-spattered face with his penis.

"It looks very sexy, with my *mangalsutra*," she murmured. "I want to suck your cock again."

"Later," he grunted, pushing her head away. "Enough for now."

"Never say that," Falu giggled. "Not about your cock."

He laughed and they fell to the floor, kissing and fondling each other. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, squeezing her hot breasts, sticky with his seed. He massaged his cum into her flesh, her aureoles, pinched her nipples. She shivered and writhed. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

She sucked on his tongue and her hands roamed his body, tracing its superb contours, caressing his flesh, crawling down to his crotch to fondle his penis. He cupped her cunt and she writhed as he split her cunt-lips open and rubbed his knuckle against her clitoris. She gripped his wrist and tried to get him to push a finger - preferably, several - into her flesh, but he broke free.

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His tongue swirled through her ear and then followed the line of her face down to the hollows in her shoulders and slipped lower. Falu whimpered in pleasure, her face turning to one side.

His lips and tongue snaked lower, over her breasts, climbing one swollen crest, dipping into the sticky vale between, rising up the other, running rapidly around the stubby point of the peak. Falu shuddered and gasped. He sucked on one breast, nibbled the nipple, rubbed it across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, then moved to the other. Squeezing both breasts together, he sucked on her nipples simultaneously. Falu gasped and arched under him, her hands digging into his thick hair. He plucked her long gold necklace between his lips and rasped it over her nipples. She moaned, twisting and writhing in an agony of pleasure under him.

Still squeezing her breasts, he moved lower, nuzzling her belly, tonguing her navel, moving his head between her thighs. Falu moaned and spread her legs wide apart and stretched her cunt-lips open with the fingers of both hands. Her cunt was dripping wet; its musky, erotic odour made his head swim. His tongue slipped into her crack and Falu gasped, arching sharply. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt, heavy and warm and hot. It slipped into her cunt-flesh, rippled through the moist softness, flicked like lightning at her gorged clitoris, slipped out, snaked inward again.

Falu gasped and panted in excitement. She clenched his head and moved it round and round between her thighs. Her hips jerked and lurched up and down. Her body snapped back and forth with little jerking motions, as though she was being fucked. Her mouth was open and she groaned and whimpered in pleasure, her head flipping from side to side. Her hands mauled her swollen breasts.

"Ohhhhh ... yes ... yes ... oh god yes Jayant yes! Ohhhhhh yes! Ohhh that's so good ... mmm ... yes ... that's it ... lick me, Jayant, yes! Ohhh lick my slit Ohhh ma yes!"

Falu loved being tongue-fucked. The sensations were exquisite, delicate, intense, profound. His tongue rapped and jabbed at her clitoris, flicked it, his teeth nibbled it, his lips sucked it. She gasped and cried out, crushing her breasts in her hands, her hips pumping joyfully up and down, her cries frenzied and aroused. Her cunt-juices flowed thick and free and Jayant lapped them in pleasure, relishing the musky taste of her sex.

She was on the verge of an orgasm when he stopped and pulled away. She groaned in despair, her hips twitching and heaving, her breathing ragged, her voice hoarse. He laughed gently and got to his feet again, pulling her up to her knees, pushing his cock at her face. Moaning, Falu began jerking it one fist and then took it in her mouth and started sucking him again. Now her hunger was sharp and keen and she gripped his hips and sucked his cock deeply and hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs. He pumped his hips at her face, holding her head and moving it back and forth, reaching down to fondle her swollen breasts.

She caressed his balls, tongued them, licked them, smiling to herself at the sight of her *mangalsutra* dbangd around his hips, twined over his shaft, its amulet against his balls. She scbangd his shaft with the *mangalsutra* between her lips and he grunted and pushed his cock into her mouth again. She slid a finger between his buttocks and pressed it to his anus.

"Mm, yeh ... c'mon suck it, bitch," he grunted. "Suck it good ... mm, yeh ... that's it c'mon ... suck it harder ... Ohhh yeh!"

His anus spasmed and convulsed under the pressure of her finger. That gave her an idea. She stopped sucking him and looked up.

"Turn around. And bend over," she murmured. "I want your ass."

He chuckled and obeyed. Turning his back to her, he bent forward over the low bed, his hands flat on the counterpane, his legs spread wide.

Falu shuffled around till she was behind him, on her knees. She pressed her face between his buttocks. Jayant moaned softly. His anus was taut, puckered. Her tongue swirled over it. He moaned softly, his pulse quickening with pleasure. He could feel the softness of her face, the smooth skin of her cheeks and the moistness of her tongue between his buttocks. Her tongue rapped at his anus and her fingers stroked his cock and balls gently, deftly. Jayant's body rippled with lust; his balls surged with excitement. Now Falu unclasped the *mangalsutra* from the small of his back and drew the two strands between his thighs and up into the cleft between his buttocks.

Her lips slid lower, down along the hard ridge of flesh under his anus to his balls. She sucked his balls one by one, flicked them with her tongue in her open mouth. She took the ends of the *mangalsutra* and pressed them to his anus with her fingertip as her head burrowed between his thighs. Now her head was under his cock, tilted back like a suckling calf's, and the *mangalsutra* ran over her cheek and behind her, to his buttocks.

She flipped around between his legs and began sucking his cock again and pressed her finger to his asshole. Jayant gasped and yielded and she slid the strands into his anus. He flung his head back and moaned loudly.

"Oh fuck yes! Ohhhh yes Falu yes! Ohhhhh god yes!" he gasped.

Her fingertip slipped into his anus and he groaned, jerking her head back and forth, pumping his hips at her face, his head flung back, his penis throbbing in her mouth. Her finger slid in and out of his anus, twisting and rolling the beads of her *mangalsutra* in his rear channel. The fires in his loins grew and spread. He gasped, his magnificent chest heaving, his face flushed with excitement.

Abruptly, she stopped sucking his cock and slipped her finger out of his anus. He groaned. She grinned at him, and ensured that a good bit of her *mangalsutra* was still in his anus. He was about to pull it out when she stopped him.

"Leave it. I want it there. For later."

"Bitch."

"It takes two to tango, stud," she giggled. "That's my insurance."

"For what?"

"To make sure you come inside me."

"Fuck you."

"I certainly hope so."

He grinned and pushed her down on her back on the large, low, well-sprung bed. She giggled at the sight of her *mangalsutra* twined round his cock and balls, embedded in his ass. He scowled at her in feigned irritation. She giggled again, and her laugh was infectious and he laughed with her.

"It looks very cute," she said.

"Married to the cock."

"Mm. C'mon, Jayant. Let's fuck."

"Do let's."

He bent over her and they kissed slowly and deeply, fondling each other's bodies. He cupped her breasts and she caressed his muscular back and deep chest sensuously. He rummaged between her legs and they opened readily for him. Reaching into the drawer of the bedside table, he found a dildo. It was ten inches long, a hollow cylinder with knurls and knobs and spikes and ridges on its surface. Both ends were open, one slightly narrower than the other, so that it tapered. The edges were smoothly rounded.

It was one of Falu's favourites. Her eyes glittered when she saw it in his hands and she opened her legs and pulled her cunt-lips wide with one hand for it.

"Fuck yes, I want that," she muttered. "C'mon, shove it into my slit."

Slowly, Jayant pressed the tube into her cunt. Falu gasped and arched, the fingers of one hands keeping her cunt-lips stretched wide, her other hand digging into his shoulders. Her back arched and her mouth jerked open. Jayant bent his head and sucked her breast, lying on side beside her. He pressed the tube deeper into her.

Falu's head snapped back, her neck craned, her face twisted in a rictus of lust. She squeezed her breasts with her free hand in a frenzy, her other hands clawing her cunt-lips wide. The huge tube tunnelled into her flesh, the knobs and ridges and knurls crushing her cunt-flesh and clitoris, the hard spikes bending as they went in, then flipping up inside her to scbang her cunt-flesh gently.

"Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohfuckohfuckohfuck ohh yes oh yes oh uh oh oh oh uh oh uh," Falu gasped, her chest heaving, her body writhing, her hips pumping.

Jayant slid the dildo deeper and deeper into her and then began to masturbate her with it. His eyes never left her face. Falu moaned and gasped, writhing and thrashing erotically on the bed by him. Her face was radiant with lust. He kissed her hungrily, immensely aroused by the sight of her. She groaned and caressed her breasts sensuously, hissing in pleasure as he rocked the dildo in and out of her flesh. Her hips pumped and jerked and her body jerked and snapped and rolled gently up and down on the bed.

Jayant sucked her breasts sharply and then, without warning, pressed his lips to the open end of the dildo and started blowing into it. Falu gasped and cried out and arched steeply, her fingers digging into his hair. His breath was funnelled by the dildo and speared her slit like a hot knife. He exhaled sharply, repeatedly, and her body jerked and arched, convulsing frantically. He crushed her breasts in his hands and she groaned, her hips thrust up, quivering in tension as the orgasm neared.

Just before it broke, he rose. Her face twisted in rage and then the anger gave way to an expression of incredulous joy and wonder, for he had moved up over her, between her legs, and was slowly squeezing his rigid penis into the tube that impaled her cunt. He grinned down at her.

"Like it?"

"Oh fuck yes!" she gasped in awe as she felt his huge penis stretch the sheath and, through it, her cunt.

His penis squeezed through the sheath, both moving deeper into her, the ridges and knobs and knurls and spikes crushing her cunt-flesh. She gasped and moaned, her breath coming in sharp, heaving, ragged cries as he pushed and tunnelled deeper and deeper.

'Oh god yes oh yes oh yes fuck me Ohhhh fuck me yes ohhh god yes Jayant yes fuck me please ohhh yes!" Falu gasped.

Now his magnificent body was angled over hers, his arms outstretched, his biceps bulging. On his knees between her thighs, he flexed his buttocks slowly, squeezing his cock deeper still into her flesh. Falu's head swam with delirious excitement. It was wonderful, the very best fucking, better than with anyone else.

She clung to his arms, panting and gasping like a bitch in heat, her chest heaving. Jayant grinned down at her and pushed his cock deeper into her cunt. She was a fabulous fuck: her cunt was hot and tight as a vice, sucking voraciously and greedily on his mammoth erection and her fair-skinned, curved body throbbed and writhed eagerly for more. Deep in her flesh, he paused.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh," Falu panted.

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her nostrils flared and her head was arched. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Jayant thought she looked incredibly lovely. He bent his head and dragged his tongue down her face to her breasts. She moaned as he lapped at one stiff nipple, then the other, then slowly nibbled on them. Her hips gyrated beneath his.

"Come on, come on, come on," she muttered. "Fuck me, Jayant, fuck me ... please!"

Gently, he began fucking her with smooth, long strokes, moving his hips steeply up and down, slowly back and forth. His penis moved a full ten inches in its sawing, grating, grinding, spiraling length; and the thick rubber tube rasped and scbangd over her cunt-flesh as he moved. His buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically, steadily, unhurriedly.

His penis crushed her cunt-flesh. Beneath him, Falu gasped and panted, her back arching and falling in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. Jayant watched the spasms of lust and pleasure on her face, moving slowly and unhurriedly. She dug her hands into his thick biceps, her forearms
along his. Her breasts were hot and swollen. Her cunt was incredible: hot and tight and wet, convulsing and cramping powerfully on his pistoning penis.

"Ohhh Jayant yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh ... uhhh ... Ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhh uhhh ohh uhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhhh uhhh uhhh uhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh yes!" she gasped.

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Her body rocked and jerked and her breasts jiggled and bounced with his thrusts. Jayant kept moving with an utterly steady, metronomic action, his penis sliding in and out, in and out, in and out. Falu's head rolled from side to side and she whimpered deliriously. His mammoth penis, sheathed in the hard rubber tube, crushed and plundered her flesh, filling her cunt to bursting.

She could feel the extraordinary heat and hardness of him. Whimpering, her hips and cunt heaving rhythmically under his, she smiled sensuously at him, caressing his handsome face, his deep chest. Arching her head, she licked his small, hard nipples. Her hands slid down his back to his buttocks and she began toying with the *mangalsutra* that was still half-embedded in his anus. Jayant smiled, grunting in pleasure, as she moved it in and out of his ass with her fingertip and then slowly began to draw it out.

The release in pressure was exquisitely erotic. He groaned and pressed his cock deeper into her flesh, making her moan and arch in delight under him. The *mangalsutra* twined in her fingers, she caressed his body and back and arms. Jayant's rhythm did not vary and Falu whimpered deliriously; it was incredible, this relentless, demanding, driving fucking.

Jayant paused and slipped the sheath of his cock. Falu waited, whimpering, gasping and panting under him. Slowly, he slid into her again. She gasped, arching hard as his huge penis tunneled into her flesh, hot and hard. It felt wonderful, having his naked cock in her cunt at last. She groaned, and her hips churned hard against his. He fucked her for several minutes in that position, with the same, steady, unvarying rhythm.

And then he began to move faster.

Beneath him, Falu cried out, her body twisting and lurching and writhing as the huge penis plundered her flesh. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips rose and fell in a mesmerising, rapid rhythm. His cock appeared and disappeared into her flesh, pushing and squeezing and tunnelling and burrowing and plowing in deeper and deeper.

"Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh," Falu panted deliriously, her head whipping from side to side.

"C'mon, take it, take it, bitch, take it, take my prick, whore, take it! Oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes oh fuck yes oh fuck yes take it *rundi, chul saali rahnd chul*!"

His words burned in her ears. He bent his head and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She arched her body under his, her breasts hot under his chest. She gripped his face, her *mangalsutra* twined in her fingers, and kissed him feverishly, sucked his earlobe, swirled her tongue lasciviously through his ear in an utterly wanton gesture.

"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder, Jayant! Fuck me like a whore!"

He grunted and rose on his outstretched arms and knees. Flinging his head back, gasping loudly, he started ramming and reaming his cock into his sister-in-law's flesh. His hips snapped rapidly back and forth and his huge penis plunged went faster and faster, in and out of her cunt, till he was entering her at a furious, ramming pace. His knees levered her thighs wide and Falu lay pinned under him, her body jerking and rocking violently with his thrusts.

Her orgasm loomed and then broke in a series of crashing, back to back orgasms. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his penis. Groaning, he slowed abruptly and skewered her heavily, with a cruel, rolling twist of his hips that made his penis enter her from all angles. She gasped and cried out, her hands crushing her breasts in an erotic frenzy and then, abruptly, he resumed ram-fucking her. Falu cried out thinly, her face contorting and twisting with lust as the huge cock hammered into her flesh.

Her orgasm intensified and dragged on.
Finally, it ebbed and he slipped out of her cunt and turned her over onto her front. Falu moaned thickly, her body still trembling with tension. Jayant leaned over, his lips hot on her skin. She was sweating and strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. His hard penis throbbed against her buttocks. He shoved his hands under her body and cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard. She groaned. Her face was turned on one side. He tongued her ear, sucked her lobe, kissed her deeply. He pressed his penis into the cleft between her buttocks. Falu murmured softly as she felt the huge cock-head at her anus.

"I want your ass," he murmured. "I want to fuck your butt."

Falu loved being sodomised. The algedonic sensations of being fucked in the ass were unmatched; and no one did it better than Jayant, with his monstrous penis and awesome skill. Incredibly, there was never pain, just wave after wave of intense pleasure.

She spread her legs, squirming, lifting her buttocks. Jayant chuckled.

"Later," he murmured. "After I finish with your cunt."

Kneeling behind her, he pulled her up onto her knees and forearms. Falu groaned as he caressed her body, fondling her swollen, pendulous breasts, her belly, her hips, her buttocks and thighs. Her knees spread and he pressed his penis between her buttocks to her cunt. She groaned softly when she felt the fierce heat of the cock-head at her cunt-lips; and then, with a loud moan, flexing his buttocks and swinging his hips, he thrust into her smoothly and deeply. Falu gasped sharply as the enormous penis burst into her cunt, surging swiftly deep into her body. Her head snapped up, her mouth jerked open in a wide 'O' and her body lurched forward.

"Ohmaunh AHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHH!"

"Yeh ... ohfuckyes!" Jayant breathed as her cunt convulsed frantically on his hard, throbbing penis, squeezing it eagerly.

Falu's face creased in radiant pleasure. Moaning, she swung her hips gently in circular motion, mashing her cunt-flesh with his cock, spiralling backward onto his penis.

"C'mon Jayant fuck me fuck me ... please ... fuck me," she whimpered.

Grunting in pleasure, his fingertips in the small of her back, Jayant fucked her steadily and swiftly. His hips swung back and forth in an undulating, curving action so that his penis sawed in and out of her cunt like a scimitar. Falu moaned and cried out, rocking and jerking under him, her body swinging back and forth, her heavy, swollen breasts bouncing. Jayant grabbed her *mangalsutra* from the bed where she had abandoned it and, flipping it over her neck again, twined his fingers in it and then cupped her breasts. Falu gasped as the hard, cold metal bit into
her aching, rigid nipples.

"Oh yes! Ohh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Jayant! Fuck me harder!" she gasped.

They moved faster and faster and his penis appeared and disappeared between the creamy curves of her buttocks. Her breasts wobbled and swung with her necklaces. Her buttocks bounced off is
thighs. He gripped her breasts and jerked her back and forth on his cock, dragging her cunt down deeper and deeper, burying his burning penis in her hot, wet cunt-flesh. Her cunt convulsed and cramped in a frenzy of his penis and he groaned. She shoved a hand under her thighs and squeezed his balls eagerly.

Gasping in pleasure, Jayant leaned forward over her, his hips pummelling her buttocks, and gripped her pendulous breasts. Falu whimpered in joy and her buttocks writhed erotically under him. She turned her face to his and he kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Her breasts were hot and swollen in his hands, the nipples rigid. Jayant crushed his cock deeper into her cunt.

With a shuddering moan, Falu orgasmed, her cunt biting down on his sawing penis. Jayant gasped and grimaced, his handsome head flung back, his muscular body corded, sheathed with sweat. Holding her hips, he jerked her body back and forth greedily, yanking her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Falu moaned thickly, her head hanging between her arms.

At last he slowed and sank back on his haunches, his cock still inside her, bringing her body upright on her knees. She knelt in front of him, his cock deep in her cunt, his hands on her swollen breasts. She tilted her face back and looped an arm over his neck. He kissed her, licked her armpit, sucked her breast. She moaned, writhing her buttocks on his lap.

"God I love your cock in my slit," she whimpered.

"And I love your cunt on my prick," he smiled, licking her nipple.

Jayant squeezed and fondled her swollen breasts. Falu whimpered, writhing in pleasure on his lap, and kissed him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His penis throbbed in her slit. Groaning, she arched her head and, leaning forward on her outstretched arms, began to move her body back and forth, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his immense shaft. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed on his penis, squeezing eagerly on its thickness and hard heat. Jayant crushed her breasts and moved her body up and down on his penis.

They moved faster, their bodies rocking and jerking with rising urgency, her cunt sliding steeply up and down the length of his immense tumescence. Jayant squeezed her heavy, swollen breasts and rolled them in his palms. Falu moaned and ground her cunt around on his cock.

"Fuck me ... yes ... fuck me Jayant ... ohhhh god yes!"

"C'mon, take it! Take it Falu, take my cock!" he grunted, swirling his tongue through her ear.

Falu trembled and moaned and arched her head. "Ohhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Jayant yes ... ohhh god yes!" she gasped.

She whimpered and moaned as another orgasm rocked her body. Her cunt convulsed on his cock and her hips sank down deeply. Her face jerked upward and she gasped loudly, her back arching stiffly. Jayant crushed her swollen breasts and tugged at her nipples. She shuddered and writhed on his lap. He waited patiently as the orgasm ebbed.

"Now," he grunted, his tongue in her ear. "Now I want your ass, bitch. I want to fuck your butt. Come on."

Falu groaned thickly. Her head swam with pleasure and excitement. She enjoyed being sodomised and no one did it better than her brother-in-law. Gasping, she slid off his penis and she leaned forward again, pressing her shoulders to the bed, lifting her buttocks and hips high. She spread her knees wide apart and her buttocks creased open, exposing her tender anus to his view.

Jayant chuckled softly and caressed the narrow opening. Falu writhed at his touch. Bending, he pressed his face to her butt and rimmed her ass with his tongue. She groaned loudly, her face turned on side on the bed. Her anus was musky and erotic to the taste. Her buttocks writhed in pleasure as he ran his tongue round and round the puckered flesh, pressing inward.

He rose and straddled her hips in a deep, strong squat, his knees bent. Falu tensed as he pressed his penis between her buttocks. The enormity of his cock-head was at her anus.

"Set?" he murmured.

She nodded. Slowly, he flexed his buttocks. His hips slid forward. The huge cock-head pressed at the tight flesh of her anus, pushed through. The cock-head popped into her rear-channel.

"Ohunhhohunhunhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The breath whooshed from Falu's throat. She dug her fingers into the rich counterpane. Her face contorted in a rictus of lust, her mouth wide open, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips drawn back over her strong, white, even teeth. Her neck jerked back and her body arched inward. Her buttocks stiffened, quivered, tensed. Jayant paused with his cock-head in her asshole.

"You okay?" he murmured softly. "Shall I stop?"

Falu gasped and shook her head. "No ... for god's sake don't ... stop ... shove it all in Jayant ... slowly ..."

Jayant took his time. Few women could receive the immensity of his penis in their cunts, let alone in their anuses. Falu was one of the exceptions. He knew that she loved this as much as he, and would want his entirety in her anus. Gently, unhurriedly, he slid himself deeper into her anal channel. The algedonic sensations of her brother-in-law's monstrous penis squeezing and crushing through her anal flesh were overwhelming.

Waves of pleasure racked her body. Falu gasped and moaned, rocking and swaying gently back and forth and from side to side. Deeper and deeper he went, his cock seemingly endless, pushing and probing the innermost recesses of her being. Her belly and anus ached and her body throbbed with hot lust. His hands slid gently up her flanks and cupped her succulent breasts. She groaned and pressed herself into his hard hands. Thrusting an arm under her body, she squeezed his heavy balls.

"Ohh ... uhhh ... ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhh yes ... yes ... oh god yes, Jayant, yes ... do it ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my ass!" Falu panted.

Bent over her, his body angled steeply forward, his hands clenching and squeezing her breasts in excitement, Jayant began fucking Falu's ass. It convulsed frenetically on his throbbing penis, making him groan in pleasure.

"Take it ... fuck yes! Take it all, whore ... take my prick!" he gasped.

Slowly, he slid his hips back, unflexed his buttocks. His penis slid outward, and Falu gasped at the exquisite release in pressure. Out and out he went, till just the tip of his cock-head remained in her anus. She moaned and her buttocks rose eagerly, splitting open wantonly.

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"Shove it in, Jayant!" she gasped. "Shove it in again! Oh! Uhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHH yes OHHHHHHHH yes-yes-yes!"

Jayant slid his throbbing cock into her anus again, and Falu gasped thickly, her body bending and arching, sliding forward under his thrust. Slowly, he slid out and in again, stroking gently and smoothly in and out of her clonic rear channel. Falu felt giddy with pleasure. His cock was enormous and it plowed deeply in and out of her anus with a smooth, slow, mesmerizing rhythm.

She masturbated frantically, flicking her gorged clitoris with two fingers. Her buttocks writhed and shook as he impaled her asshole again and again. Her body rocked and swung with his motions. On and on he went, taking his time, sodomising her unhurriedly and thoroughly.

"C'mon, bitch, c'mon ... take it ... uhhh yeh! Take it all, whore! Take it! Come on ... come on ... *come on*!"

His buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically. His hips rocked back and forth. His enormous penis glistened and gleamed as it stroked slowly in and out of her asshole, appearing and disappearing between the creamy curves of her buttocks. He was bent steeply forward astride her, his hands crushing her breasts and, under him, her buttocks raised high, her shoulders pinned to the bed, Falu moaned and gasped, her body rocking back and forth, sliding up and down the sheets with his thrusts. Between her legs, her fingers worked her cunt and clitoris frantically. Her hips swayed and trembled and shook with excitement as her orgasm neared.

"Ohhhh ... yes! Ohhh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass Jayant Ohhh uhhh OHH OH OH OH OHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes! Yes!"

With a shuddering gasp, Falu orgasmed. Her cunt convulsed on her pumping finger and, simultaneously, her anus contracted in a frenzy on his penis. Jayant gasped and slid deeper into her, his handsome head arching back. Burying himself in her anus, he waited, savouring the exquisite pleasure of her orgasm. It ebbed slowly and he began moving again, fucking her butt once more, moving gently and steadily. The fires in his loins were uncontainable and, within seconds, he let himself go.

The heat poured from his cock and she gasped as the searing jizz spurted into her asshole. Slowly, still ejaculating, he pulled out of her and spattered her buttocks and anus and cunt-lips with his jizz. Falu gasped softly. He groaned in relief and gingerly squeezed his cock into her anus again. Falu moaned thickly. Her body sagged to the bed and Jayant bent over her, his legs spread wide, his cock embedded deep in her anus, and kissed her neck and tongued her ear. She writhed under him. Slowly, he pulled out of her.

A few minutes later, he was on his back and she turned and slid over him and kissed him deeply. Her breasts were hot and heavy on his chest. He caressed her body tenderly.

"God, I love fucking you," he murmured, sucking her lip.

"That makes two of us," she smiled, her nipples hardening in his hands. "I want to fuck again."

"Crazy whore."

"Mm. But lucky."

"If you say so."

"I do," she murmured and began to snake down his body, kissing his chest, licking and sucking his nipples, going down to take his semi-erect penis between her breasts.

She squeezed them in a warm, tight sheath over his cock and he could feel the hardness of her nipples scbanging his shaft. Then she slid down and her lips opened and her tongue swirled out. Jayant craned his neck and watched, his lust mounting, as she began sucking his cock again.

Falu moaned softly as she bent her head over Jayant's lap. Holding his erect cock in one hand, she pumped the shaft eagerly. Her face was tilted to one side and Jayant saw that it was radiant and soft with lust. Her lips parted and her tongue swirled over his cock-head. His penis was tangy and musky, erotic with the combined tastes of her cunt and ass and his jizz. She cradled his cock in an open palm and wound her tongue languorously around his cock-head. Jayant groaned in pleasure.

Whimpering and keening softly, Falu took his cock-head in her mouth and began to suck it gently. Jayant gasped at the touch. He caressed her face and breasts and then, as her sucking grew in ardour and intensity, held her head and rocked it up and down over his lap, pumping his
hips under her face.

"Oh fuck yes! God yes ... c'mon suck it! Suck it, whore! Suck my cock!" he groaned.

Falu's head moved rapidly up and down over his lap as she pumped his cock-shaft in her fist. His penis hardened swifly in her mouth and fingers, regaining its awesome proportions. Dipping her head, she scbangd her teeth down the underside of his cock-shaft and gently licked and nibbled at his balls. The softness of her face in his crotch, the gentle tickle of her tongue and lips on his testicles was exquisite and delicate. As her tongue moved lower, Jayant spread his legs wider still and, bending his knees, lifted his legs high.

His buttocks parted to expose his anus and he groaned thickly as her tongue pressed to his anus. His body bent in half, he quivered in sexual tension. The musky tang of his anus made her head swim. She licked his asshole lovingly, masturbating his penis with her free hand. Her fingers grew sticky with his pre-cum slime.

"Jayant," she groaned. "I want to fuck your ass."

Jayant moaned. "Get the dildo. Go on."

Falu rummaged in her bedside drawer and pulled out a long, slim, double-headed dildo. Jayant turned around on his hands and knees and waited, his balls and rampant penis dangling. Kneeling behind him, Falu sucked his cock and balls again, licked his anus eagerly. Unscrewing the lid a of a small, wide-mouthed jar, she dipped both ends of the dildo in it one by one. The jar contained a clear aromatic gel that was one of Hedon & Venery's most potent aphrodisiacs. It worked sub-cutaneously or internally and its effects were devastating.

The dildo glistened in her hands. Kneeling behind him, Falu spread her knees and slowly inserted one end of the dildo into her cunt. The aphrodisiac worked instantly, and she gasped, biting her lower lip as her nipples popped painfully erect. She moaned, her face twisting with lust, and crushed her swollen, heavy breasts with one hand, the fingers of the other tightening on the protruding stem of the dildo.

Groaning, she masturbated violently for a few seconds, pumping her fist between her thighs, ramming the dildo in and out of her cunt. Jayant looked over his shoulder at her.

"C'mon Falu ... do it!" he gasped.

Panting, she scooped gel on her fingers and slowly smeared it on his anus and balls and cock. Taking more, she slid her hands up his body, smearing his flesh and nipples with the aphrodisiac, pressing her fingertips to his lips and gums. Jayant's entire body burned with lust. The aphrodisiac seeped through his skin and lips and gums, burned through his cock and balls and anus into the innermost core of his being. The fires in his loins grew and spread, and he felt the familiar surge of his jizz roiling upward. He contained himself with an effort.

Behind him, moaning in excitement, Falu shuffled forward and straddled his hips in a deep squat as he so recently had hers, and pressed the free end of the dildo to his anus. Jayant groaned at the pressure and then yielded. Falu flexed her buttocks and slid her hips forward, still holding the dildo in place.

Its head surged into Jayant's anus and he gasped loudly, his face snapping upward. It slipped out, went in again, established, and Falu paused, panting, gripping his lean hips fiercely.

"C'mon," she gasped. "Take it!"

"Do it! Do it quickly!" he cried.

Falu's buttocks snapped taut and her hips surged forward. Jayant's head jerked up, his mouth a wide 'O' as the slim lubricated dildo plowed into his anus. His ass convulsed on the tube and the pressure forced the other end into her cunt. The tube was air-filled and pressure at one end made the other swell. The dildo vanished into their flesh and he felt the soft, now sticky, fuzz of her pubis brush his buttocks. There was a full-length mirror above the bed and he watched their reflection.

Her face was suffused with lust and as she moaned and began to fuck his butt, spasms of pleasure contorted her visage. She squeezed her swollen breasts with one hand. Jayant groaned and rocked under her as she thrust in and out of his anus. Groaning, she scooped more gel on her fingertips and, leaning forward again, began to masturbate him with both hands. Jayant gasped deliriously.

The sight was undeniably erotic. Falu's creamy, sweat-flecked body writhed and jerked back and forth, the gold chain slithering on her skin. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. Her face rolled from side to side, a vision of passion. Her hands worked his rampant penis frenetically. Between their bodies, the long, glistening dildo slid in and out of her cunt and his asshole.

When his anus squeezed one end, the other ballooned in her cunt, making her gasp and writhe, chew her lower lip. Jayant moaned as he rocked and swung with her lurching, greedy thrusts.

"Jayant," she moaned. "Don't come ... I want to ... eat your cum ... ohhh god ... yes ... I'm coming ... Ohhhhh yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!"

She orgasmed violently, gasping and moaning, squeezing her breasts in a frenzy. Jayant shuddered and took several deep breaths, struggling for control. Her orgasm waned slowly and she slid the dildo out of his anus and her cunt.

Desperate for release, Jayant whipped about and got to this feet on the bed and jerked her face to his crotch. Kneeling before him, Falu took his cock deep in her mouth and sucked it furiously. Gasping and panting with pleasure, he fucked her face rapidly, pumping his hips back and forth, jerking her head in his hands.

He came in seconds, and Falu gasped, opening her mouth as the hot jizz spewed down her throat, shaking his cock and spattering her face and breasts with his seed.

With a soft moan, Jayant slid to his knees and eased himself onto his back. Falu followed his body's descent, still sucking and licking his penis sensuously. His erection had not waned and she knew he would fuck her again if she wanted it - and she did. He lay back and she sucked his penis gently and deeply, holding his shaft in one hand, moving it up and down, her head rolling and rocking over his lap. Her silky hair cascaded over one side of her face, framing its loveliness. Jayant moaned in pleasure and moved her head up and down in his hands. Her cock-sucking was exceptional.

Her lust mounted and she moved up to straddle his groin with her feet on the hard bed on either side of his lean hips, her knees apart, her thighs spread wide open. She took his cock in her hand, and slowly lowered her hips in a deep squat, impaling herself on his upright lance. She gasped as the hot cock-head seared at the portals of her cunt, then ploughed in swiftly, thrusting deep into her belly.

Her taut channel convulsed in excitement, contracting on his cock as it rasped into her flesh. She arched in delight, her mouth snapping open. He grinned at her reaction and flexed his buttocks and thrust his hips up sharply, plunging his cock into her cunt. She cried out as his huge cock drove up into her. Her head flung back, she squeezed her breasts hard in excitement. The sight aroused him. He held her buttocks and dragged her down deeper onto his cock.

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"Oh god oh god oh god ohhhh uhhh OHHh uhhh OHHH," she moaned.

"C'mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock! Ohhhhh yes! Take it all, bitch, yes!" he cried.

Her shoulders hollowed, her head flung back, her belly sucked inward in tension, squatting deeply over his lap, Falu rode her brother-in-law's penis, bucking and bouncing heavily. He held her thighs and jigged her on his cock, moving her up and yanking her down. His own hips jerked and bucked under hers, and his huge cock distended her cunt-lips and went all the way in, glistening and gleaming. It slid out and her cunt rose up his shaft.

Then he heaved his hips and her cunt crushed down on his cock, engulfing it. Up and down, up and down she moved, her body jerking frenetically. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and she squeezed them in excitement. Her mouth was open and she cried out loudly in joy. Her face arched back, flopped forward, arched back again as she went faster and faster. The gold chain around her neck slapped on her fair skin. Jayant held her waist and rocked her cunt up and down on his inflamed penis.

"OHHH Jayant-Jayant-yes ohhh god yes yes ohhhhh yes ohhh god yes yes ohhh uhh OHHhh uhh OHHhh uhh OH UH OH UH OHH uhh OHH uhh Oh uh Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah-uh-ahhh uhhh AHHHH!" Falu cried.

She was sweating heavily. Her voice was husky, filled with obscenities, and he responded in like fashion. Falu bucked and bounced furiously up and down on Vinod's cock. Her cunt slid up the shaft, then scrunched down. Her belly trembled and quivered as his penis penetrated her innards. She leaned back on an outstretched arm and, with her other hand, opened her cunt-lips wide and let his cock rasp between her fingers into her cunt. She squeezed her breasts in excitement, her head arching back, her face twisted with lust. She hissed in delight as he rocked up hard into her. She toyed with her clitoris.

"Yes ... there ... yes ... Oh ma uhhh *hanh* ... uhhhh ... yes!" she gasped.

Then she leaned back on both hands and, arching her face upward, swung her hips rapidly in tight, excited circles, churning her cunt flesh with his pestle, moaning loudly with excitement. Her shoulders hunched with deep hollows. Her breasts were hot and swollen. Rivers of lust rippled through her delectable body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck as sweat beaded her skin. The gold chain tossed and jumped around her neck. Jayant fondled her turgid breasts, making her whimper and arch her head in ecstasy.

Faster and faster she went, rising and falling, crying out and moaning louder and louder. She jerked and bounced on his cock in a frenzy. Hitting a breathtaking orgasm, her cunt contracting fiercely on his throbbing penis, Falu arched back with a shuddering moan, her cunt grinding down hard onto his upthrust cock. He gasped under her. Somehow, he managed to hold back.

She moaned, her cunt impaled deeply on his cock and slowly, lurched forward, her hands on his chest. Her hips writhed slowly over his.

"You know what?" he murmured.

"What?" she gasped.

"This is ... just like ... eating your *khichdi* ..."

"What?"

"You know. Mashing it round and round till the *ghee* comes out on top?"

Falu gasped and laughed, her face creasing. "You're mad!"

"Mm. About you."

"Thank god."

She lifted her hips gently till just his cock-head was in her cunt. Jayant grinned and squeezed her pendulous breasts, pinching and tweaking her rigid nipples. Her body angled over his, Falu smiled wantonly and swung her hips in a slow, churning arc. At the last minute, she snapped her hips around, tightening her cunt and squeezing her buttocks together. Her cunt contracted on his cock.

Jayant grunted, smiled and arched. She moaned as his huge cock mashed her inflamed clitoris and slowly, swung her hips again. Round and round she went, and with each arc, her cunt slid lower on his cock, spiralling downward.

"Oh my ... oh yes ... oh ma ... yes!" she gasped.

With his cock deep in her cunt, she slapped her buttocks together rapidly, several times, and her cunt squeezed and pressed on his cock. Her face arched, soft and suffused with excitement. Jayant crushed her breasts in his hands, then gripped her hips and arched his hips and drove his cock deep into her cunt.

Falu gasped and reared backward. Leaning back with both arms outstretched, her arms on the bed, her head flung back, her shoulders hunched, Falu groaned and swung her hips in tight, excited circles. Jayant flicked her clitoris with his thumb. She gasped and arched her back and squeezed her upthrust breasts in a frenzy of pleasure.

"C'mon ... c'mon ... *come on!*" she gasped.

The orgasm hit her like a thunderclap and she gasped, her cunt convulsing frantically on his penis, her hips grinding round and round, sinking deep, rising, twitching, jerking. Her face contorted in joy and she crushed her breasts savagely, kneading the swollen, turgid mounds. Jayant groaned and pumped his hips rapidly under her, tossing her on his lap. She gasped and cried out, her body tossing and jerking on his groin, her breasts bouncing and jiggling, her gold necklace slapping on her skin.

With a shuddering gasp, Jayant erupted and she moaned and arched as the hot spoot sizzled into her sodden slit. On and on he went, coming in a copious flood. Falu whimpered, her cunt contracting and sucking on his cock, her hips twitching and jerking in spasms of pleasure.

With a shuddering moan, her body sank down onto her back between his forked legs, his cock still in her cunt so that her head was between his shins. Whimpering, she caressed her hot, sweating body, cupping and fondling her breasts, her belly, her cunt, fondling her clitoris and his shaft. Jayant's chest heaved. He closed his eyes and groaned softly and his hand went down to their interlocked groins. Their fingers met, intertwined.

"God, that was fantastic," she murmured. "Thank you."

She slid his cock out of her cunt and he turned around and sprawled over her, kissing her gently, fondling her breasts, tonguing her ear. She murmured softly, her face creasing in pleasure and caressed his immense body. Her legs shuffled apart. Jayant moved over her.

"Again," she said softly. "One last time."

Moaning, Jayant squeezed his still hard cock into her cunt. Falu gasped as the huge heat of his erection entered her flesh, pushing and tunelling and plowing in deeper and deeper, making her back camber under him. She wound her legs around his thighs as he started fucking her gently with long, smooth, unhurried thrusts. They were lying with their heads at the foot of the bed and now, as he moved faster, he rose and clenched the edge of the bed and began swinging his hips in a quickening rhythm, thrusting himself greedily into her cunt. Under him, Falu gasped and moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her body jerking and arching, lurching and snapping back and forth.

"Yes!" she gasped ecstatically. "Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Jayant! Fuck me like a whore!"

He thrust in and out of her, going in harder and deeper and faster till he was moving furiously, his cock plunging and ramming and reaming in and out of her cunt, pistoning thunderously in and out of her flesh, her body rolling up on the small of her back with his thrusts. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with his thrusts, and she squeezed them in a frenzy and he straightened and pressed his palms on them, squeezing and crushing them under his weight as he moved faster and faster still, his hips rocketing back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing furiously.

His cock pistoned and plunged in and out of her cunt and he flung his head back and moaned as he felt the heat of her orgasm crash over him, sweeping him along in its relentless flood so that he too exploded yet again, and, burying himself in her cunt with several long, hard thrusts, shot and shot and shot.

Later that evening, Jayant found his mind returning to Falu. He chuckled softly. She had been exceptionally horny, even by her own standards, and their fucking had sated him as few women did. But his libido was uncontainable, and a few hours after he left her, he was ready for more. Fortunately for him, his evening had already been planned.


Now he leaned forward and pressed his cock deep into Vinita's cunt. She was another stunner, Falu's and Sunnu's cousin, and Jayant's lover of several years. She was beautiful and sexy and blessed with a voracious sexual appetite. She rocked on all fours under him and he leaned over her, squeezing her heavy, succulent breasts, nuzzling the nape of her neck. She moaned and her buttocks writhed and squirmed in pleasure against his loins. Her cunt throbbed on his penis, contracting steadily. She turned her face to his, her eyes shining with lust, her nostrils flared, her lips parted, and Jayant kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"C'mon," he said, his tongue in her ear. "C'mon Vinita ... take it ... take my cock whore! Take my cock!"







End of Part 11 IN PRAISE OF YOUNGER MEN

Next Part 12 THE OFFICE COMERS

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Sonali felt horny. She sighed and pushed the papers away. She looked around. The office was largely deserted with most of the staff in Court or elsewhere. Only one peon, Vinod, was still in the office. He sat in a chair at the far end of the office, his
head bent, kicking his legs idly back and forth.

"Vinod!" she called.

He looked up with a grin and got to his feet. He was very good-looking. Not tall, but handsome, with a fine, slightly hooked nose, a firm mouth and chin, thick, curly hair, laughing eyes. His body was lean and hard and sexy. Under her own tutelage, he had learned to use it well with women.

She looked lovely, dressed in a white *khadi* cotton *salvar-khameez*, with a high mandarin collar and designed yoke, her hair loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty face. Her firm breasts jutted out against the contoured cloth. Her eyes were lightly lined with *kajal*, and she had applied just a trace of lipstick. He noticed, grinning, that she didn't have bra on: he could see her stubby nipples and the dark shadow of her aureoles.

She smiled gently, leaning back in the chair, tilting it on his swivel hinge, thrusting her chest out even further and lifting her hands to sweep her hair off her neck. Her breasts thrust out, and the buttons of the *kurta* parted in bowed loops, showing him her breasts.

"Yes? What can I do for you, madam?" he queried slyly. "*Kyaseva karoon*?"

She giggled. "You need to ask? *Puchna padega*?"

He chuckled, his eyes bright and warm, and she stretched her arms out to him. He bent his head and they kissed slowly and his tongue slid between her warm, moist lips and explored her mouth. Her arms wound about his shoulders and she caressed his strong back sexily. He smelled musky and sweaty and sexy. He cupped her breasts and fondled them gently, and instantly her nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms.

"Come on ... let's go in," she said huskily.

They went into the special chamber Rajeev had fixed up for just this purpose. It was soundproofed and furnished with comfortable chairs and a sofa, and large, well-sprung double-bed. It also carried closed-circuit television with the master monitor on Rajeev's desk so that he could watch the goings-on, and video equipment for filming the action.

The video camera was automatically operated. It had sophisticated, customised computer controls, with sonar and infrared sensors to locate the source of the action. It automatically filmed all sexual acts within the room.

Vinod locked the door behind them, and the video whirred quietly to life. He turned to find that Sonali had already unbuttoned her *kurta* and was struggling out of it. He watched her, grinning hugely, unbuttoning his shirt and drawing it off. His body was lean and hairless, smooth-skinned, the chest well-defined and hard. He unzipped his jeans with a loud *krrrik* and dropped them. His cock was big, long and thick, still limp. Sonali smiled as he began to masturbate.

"Wait for me," she said. "I want to do that."

She dropped her *salvar*. She had nothing on beneath that either, and her cunt-fuzz tempted him. Like all the women here, it was trimmed to sparseness, her cunt-lips clear. Her breasts looked swollen. There was thin gold chain with a delicate pearl in sepal pendant around her neck.

She tossed her hair and her breasts jiggled temptingly. He took her in his arms and they kissed hungrily, their tongues in each other's mouths. She caressed his cock eagerly and he fondled her breasts and felt them grow warm and hard in his palms, the nipples shooting out rock-hard. Their bodies squirmed hotly, and she was panting as they moved to the bed.

"Vinod," she gasped, "let me suck your cock. *Mujhechoosnede*."

She turned on her back and he grinned and knelt over her face with his head bent, watching her. She took his penis in her fist, rolled back the foreskin and, arching her head, parting her pretty lips, took his cock in her mouth and began to suck it. He gasped as her electric tongue flickered over his cock-head. She moaned in her throat, and sucked harder. Her head rose and fell between his legs. Her mouth was incredible on his cock -- warm and inviting, sucking him avidly, moving back and forth. Vinod felt the fires roiling in his balls as she drew him deep into her throat, his pubic hair against her lips.

She caressed her face with his cock, her eyes hooded in lust, moaning softly. He chuckled at the sight. She sucked his cock again, and now she held his buttocks and pulled him down deeper into her hungry mouth. He fucked her face eagerly, his buttocks rising and falling, the erect, hot, throbbing cock glistening as it slid in and out of her mouth. He squeezed her breasts and found them hard and hot. Her legs jerked wide, her knees rising in flagrantly obscene invitation to his mouth and fingers.

She stopped sucking his cock for a minute, to moan, "Vinod ... lick my cunt! *Chaatmujhe*!"

He laughed and bent over her, thrusting his face between her forked thighs as he continued to fuck her mouth. Her cunt was already wet and he pulled her cunt-lips open and roughly jammed his tongue into the soft flesh within. Sonali gasped and her hips jerked up hard at his face.

He chuckled and began to tongue-fuck her, thrusting his thick tongue in and out of her cunt, flicking at her gorged clitoris. His buttocks pumped steadily over her face and she sucked and licked the peon's penis with mounting excitement. He twisted two fingers into her cunt as he licked it and she gasped and writhed in delight under him.

Sonali pumped his penis in her fist as she worked it cleverly with her tongue and lips and teeth, sucking hungrily. His tongue darted in and out of her sodden cunt-flesh.

Their bodies writhed and bucked in the sixty-nine. She moaned lasciviously, deep in her throat, as his cock sputtered pre-cum gunk into her mouth. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt, thick and heavy and he moved his fingers deftly so that she was soon careening toward an orgasm.

The peon sensed her climax approaching, and he stopped and rose and moved around to kneel between her splayed thighs, his cock in his hand. She arched her hips and back, offering him her cunt, and, with a loud chuckle, he squeezed his cock lowly into her cunt.

Sonali gasped and arched hard beneath him, squeezing her gorged breasts, her face screwed up in lust as the randy young peon began to fuck her. Sonali moaned ecstatically as his big cock ploughed into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh baby yes ... ohhhh uhhhh ohhhhh uhhh Ohhhh uhh OHHH uhhh OHHHH uhhhh," she moaned, "OHHHH yes uhhh OHHH god yes ..."

Vinod watched her face spasm with pleasure and he kept up a steady rhythm, stroking his penis in and out of her cunt. He moved steadily for several minutes, his hips swinging rhythmically, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, then abruptly hit a rapid ram-fucking stroke, only to slow again. Sonali went wild with delight.

She arched steeply under him, clenching his shoulders as he hammered at her heaving body. When he slowed, she moaned, and caressed his shaft and balls. Her legs rose, and the video camera filmed his huge cock stroking smoothly and steadily in and out of her cunt. Then it snapped to a long shot of their groins slapping and grinding together.

The gold chain with its pearl pendant slithered and swung back and forth on her chest, and Vinod arched his head, panting and gasping at the heat of her cunt as she arched and bucked with him, her cunt sucking on his cock like a vice.

"OHHH yes ohhh yes yes yes ..." she moaned, "Take me ... ohhhh god yes ... fuck me baby ... OHHHHH yes ... *Lelemujhe*, Vinod! *Chodhmujhe*!"

The peon's lean body shone with sweat now as he squeezed his cock in and out of Sonali's taut cunt-channel. His body was angled over hers, and he rested his hands on her breasts, crushing them under his weight as he hammered his hips at her buttocks.

Sonali gasped and her legs rose higher to hook over his shoulders, and the
camera automatically zoomed in to a close-up of her buttocks curved up and lobed open and his cock hammering rapidly back and forth, up and down, in and out. After several minutes, the camera snapped to her lust-ridden face and the mikes picked up her moans and panting gasps.

She looked lovely, the slightly curved nose with the nostrils dilated, the deep brown eyes glassy, hooded, the perfect teeth bared as her lips drew back in a loud, ululating moan of lust. The loveliness of her face was accentuated by the delicate beauty spots and marks on one cheek, the attractive little scar beside her left eye.

"Ohhhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Vinod," Sonali murmured. "*Jorsechodh*, Vinod! *Jorsechodh*!"

Her body rolled up onto the small of her back with his thrusts, curling under him as her cries rose excitedly.

Vinod slid out of her and flipped her over. On her forearms and knees, Sonali immediately thrust her buttocks up at him, her fine hair sweeping in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one side. The peon thrust his cock into her cunt hard and she gasped and lurched forward. He fucked her rapidly, ramming his cock rapidly in and out of her cunt.

Sonali's body jerked and rocked under his, her back bending and curving, her buttocks swinging and rolling from side to side as Vinod's big penis crammed itself into her moist, hot, taut channel.

He held her waist and skewered her cunt hard and deep. His muscles rippled and his body streamed with sweat. He flung his head back and gasped, jerking and slamming his hips at hers. The video camera zoomed into a close-up of his cock going into her cunt.

Dark and ridged with angry veins, it glistened and throbbed visibly as it stroked in and out of her flesh. It went in deep, came out six or seven inches with each stroke, then plunged in savagely again.

"Ohhh uhhh OHHHHH uhh ohh Vinod *hanhhh* uhhhh *HANhhhh* uhhh *Hanhhh* uhh OHHHHh Vinodvinodvinod*HANHHHhhh*," Sonali cried.

Her perfect, pearly teeth were bared in a rictus of lust and her face was beautiful with passion as she jerked and lurched beneath the peon. Her hair swung back and forth and so did the gold and pearl chain around her neck. Her swollen breasts jiggled, the nipples.

"C'mon whore c'mon ... *chulrundichul* take it *lele* ... take my cock, bitch ... *lelemerelundko*, *kutti*! OHHHH uhh *Hanhhh* uhhhh *hanhhhh* ..." Vinod gasped in return.

His face was flushed, and he was panting, his nostrils flared. He bent to squeeze her turgid breasts as he ground his loins against her buttocks. Sonali moaned her joy. She arched hard, and thrust her buttocks up higher, grinding against his loins.

She rose on her toes, bent over like a hairpin, and Vinod gasped, bending over her, giving the video camera a splendid shot of his puckered anus splayed wide open even as his cock jerked furiously in and out, in and out of her cunt. Thrust up high under his hips, her buttocks shook and trembled under him as she orgasmed.

She fell to her knees again as it cascaded over her. She dug her hand between her
legs to cup his balls, squeezing them and he gripped her swinging breasts hard. Her face jerked up, a vision of lust, the eyes closed, the lips parted in a wide 'O' of pure, greedy, hungry lust.

Vinod skewered her cunt, driving in deep, with a shuddering moan that rang in her ears. His head arched back and gasping, flushed, as her cunt clamped and sucked hard on his cock, drawing him deeper into her, till he could hold back no longer. He rammed and thrust and spiralled into her repeatedly, crying out in sheer joy as he came, releasing a copious flood of hot seed into her sticky slit.


Sonali's body rippled with lust. The performance she had just seen in the special suite for lectual activities in Rajeev's office had her hankering for a man. The orgy in the suite was still going on. It was a Friday evening, so everyone indulged themselves.

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She was still working when everyone else packed up. Only Chiman stayed on. He sat in the main lounge, leafing through the evening newspaper. Sonali packed her briefcase, snapped it shut and rose, intending to head straight home to a long, hot bath followed by an evening of sex with her husband's new business associate. Her husband thought it would clinch his deal. A muffled cry from the 'Nutcracker Suite' made her stop. Chiman looked up and grinned.

"They seem to be having fun," he chuckled. "*Mazaakarrahehain*."

"Who's inside? *Kaunhain andar*?"

"Harsha, I think, and Nandini and Seema and Nisha. Some guys, too. Wanna look? *Dekhnahain*?"

These performances were always worth watching. She had often been a performer herself and she knew that they were fun on either side of the glass. She went into the viewing gallery, a long room that ran the length of the suite behind a solid wall of one-way glass. She flipped the switch and the lights in the viewing gallery dimmed, and the wall shimmered, affording a view into the room beyond. She smiled at what she saw.

At the long table in the centre of the room, Harsha, Rajeev's stunning telephone operator and assistant, and Kishore's wife, was being humped by Barku, the handsome young peon. Sonali watched as the lovely girl moaned softly, bent over the table, standing on the floor, her buttocks thrust back at the naked peon. Barku, dark and good-looking, stood behind her, his thick, long cock half-embedded in her cunt.

He squeezed it in further, grunting, his fingers digging into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. Harsha moaned and jerked under the thrust, her head arching, her lovely breasts swinging. The cock disappeared slowly between her buttocks. Barku paused, then slid out, then thrust in again with a cruel roll and swing of his buttocks. Harsha cried out and gasped, the breath rushing from her throat. Sonali knew just how she felt, for Barku had fucked her like this several times.

He was good at it. As she watched, he began to move faster, with deeper, harder, more punishing thrusts, running his cock swiftly in and out of her cunt. He bent forward to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands.

On the large bed against one wall, Seema, Rajeev's assistant, a fair and pretty-faced young woman moaned and gasped as Lewis, the company chauffeur fucked her. He was bent over her and they were fucking hard. His buttocks bounced furiously, bobbing madly up and down, his huge cock rising, glistening, plunging into her cunt. Seema's legs were drawn up high about his back. Her fleshy breasts jiggled, her body rolling upward with every thrust. Lewis kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

On the floor at the foot of the bed lay Vinod, the new peon whom Sonali had first seduced and then gently trained in the art of lovemaking. Proficient at it now, he was fucking Nandini, an attractive young assistant. She gasped as she rocked up and down, back and forth on his big cock, her gold chains swinging on her sweat-flecked, dusky body. Her mouth was open and she gasped and called obscenely as she bucked. Vinod's hips rose and fell rhythmically under her, tossing her up and down, her breasts bouncing.

Finally, there were Nisha and Babu. She was the stenographer and he was a peon. He was fucking her from behind, lying on his side behind her, her leg drawn up, his cock thrust deep into her, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down, her eyes closed, her pretty face a vision of lust, her breasts bouncing, the mangalsutra around her neck jumping on her fair, creamy skin. Sonali could see Babu's penis running in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the creamy curves of her buttocks, his thighs pummelling her buttocks.

Her face was contorted with lust, her mouth open in a loud cry, her eyes shut. Behind her, Babu heaved her buttock up and apart and slammed his hips furiously back and forth. His penis thundered in and out of her cunt.

The sight was extraordinarily erotic. As she watched the octet copulate feverishly, Sonali felt her cunt ooze its juices. She hadn't seen Chiman follow her into the room. He stood silently in the shadows behind her, smiling to himself, leaning against the wall and watching the orgy. It was exciting.

Chiman was not good-looking. His face was heavy, with a thick nose, a fleshy mouth, oversized and stained teeth and large, exposed gums. Despite his looks, he was an immensely satisfying lover. He was dark and lean, with a wiry toughness to his build. He was dressed in a bright shirt unbuttoned to the waist and showed his solidly muscled, V-shaped torso. The chest was well-defined, and his belly was hard and flat. His trunk was hairless. His arms and legs were long and strong. He wore a couple of golden chains around his neck. His trousers were taut and showed the thick bulge in his groin.

His eyes flicked from the window to the young woman in front of him. He knew her well: he fucked her frequently, and knew that she would be randy and hot for a fuck now.

She was quite lovely without being conventionally beautiful. Her eyes were deep brown and bright, lined with *kajal*; the nose was a trifle beaky, the neck not long; but the face was a nice oval, and her mouth was delectable: slightly pouting, with a bowed upper lip, slimmer than the full lower one. Her teeth were perfect, even and very white, with bright gums. Her face had attractive beauty spots high on the left cheekbone.

Her hair was lovely, a dark, silky curtain with a sheen. It was cut short and hung down just to
her shoulders and curled over her forehead in a delectable wave. Her body was firm and well-proportioned. She was short, but her breasts were superb: Firm and high and taut, fleshy mounds with stubby nipples and small aureoles and a deep cleavage, quite fuckable. Her belly was flat, and her hips and buttocks swelled gently. Her arms and legs were nicely turned, slender, the ankles shapely, the hands elegant and well-formed.

She was dressed as usual in a *churidar* and *kurta* outfit, the *kurta* with a high mandarin collar. A thin gold chain with a pearl pendant in an inverted sepal hung around her neck, lifting over the mandarin collar to rest on her chest. She wore a gold bracelet and long, dangling, matching earrings.

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The *kurta* was buttoned down the front. Chiman knew she would be naked beneath -- they all were. He watched as she began to toy with the buttons of the *kurta*, flipping open one, then another. He grinned to himself. Not long now.

She thrust her hands beneath it to unknot her *salvar*, loosening it. She slid one hand under her *kurta*, cupping her breast, thrusting the other into her *salvar*, between her thighs.

Chiman slipped into a seat behind the wide divan on which she sat, masturbating. Her breath hissed as she fondled her breasts and cunt, her eyes riveted on the sight before her.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, sliding his arms around her, thrusting them down the open neck of the *kurta*, over her luscious mounds. They were hot and turgid to the touch, the nipples already nut-hard. Sonali jumped in surprise, and her head jerked around.

"God Chiman, it's you!" she cried. "You frightened me!"

"Sorry," he grinned, and pressed his lips to hers.

She murmured in her throat, angling her head up to his. Her lips flowered and her tongue snaked hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her lovely breasts and thumbed her rigid nipples. She shivered in excitement. Her breasts grew hotter and harder.

He moistened his finger in his mouth and smeared his spittle on one nipple, then the other. Sonali gasped softly, heat spreading through her. He pinched her nipples and she writhed and moaned deep in her throat, still kissing him. Her arm rose and wound back around his beck and shoulders and she arched her back to lift her breasts to his hands.

Chiman broke away and Sonali bent forward to flip her *kurta* off her head, tugging down her *salvar*. Her pubic hair was sparse, and already damp. Chiman got up and bent over the back of the divan and her face and kissed her again, his face upside down in front of hers. Her hands rose and slid under his open shirt and unbuttoned the last button and pulled his shirt free of his trousers. Gently, she caressed his hard torso and her fingers slid between his thighs and squeezed the bulge of his penis.

Slowly, Chiman slid his tongue down her throat into the valley between her breasts, nuzzling the pearl pendant. His chest was over her face. Sonali tilted her face and swirled her tongue over his nipple. Chiman grunted and parted his lips and sucked sharply on one breast. Tugging at her nipple with his teeth, he scbangd it across his palate.

He moved to the other, then returned, then went back yet again. Then he squeezed her breasts together and sucked on them simultaneously. Sonali moaned and fumbled with his trousers. Succeeding at last, she jerked down the zipper and his trousers puddled to his feet. His big cock was thickening rapidly. She knew it would swell to a nine-and-a-half inch length, a two-inch thickness when erect. His balls were low and heavy.

"I want to suck your cock," she muttered heavily. "*Mujheteralavdachoosnahain*."

The peon chuckled and pulled at the backrest of the divan. It tilted backward and her face slid between his thighs. He spread his legs and bent over her. Her lips parted and she took his cock and began to masturbate him.

"C'mon then, whore ... suck it ... suck my cock!" He grunted. "*Choos*, *rundi*!"

Greedily, Sonali took the peon's penis in her mouth. He gasped loudly and obscenely. Aroused, she took his cock deeper into her mouth, sucked harder. Her face bucked between his strong thighs. He fucked her mouth rapidly, his erect penis distending her face. His hips pumped. His penis glistened in her mouth. She sucked him hungrily, using her tongue and teeth with a cunning all her own. He flung his head back and moaned his pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh uhhhhh ahhhhh," he called, "c'mon whore ... suck it ... suck it hard, bitch! *Jorsechoos*, *kutti*! Suck my cock! *Choosmerelundko*! Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhh yes!"

He squeezed her breasts in mounting excitement as she sucked and licked his cock. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and wet and her adept tongue was pure magic on his gorged cock-head. The musky taste and smell of his cock aroused her. It sputtered with pre-cum gunk and she swallowed it hungrily, enjoying its tangy taste. She reached up and clenched his buttocks, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth and then pulled them open and pressed her fingertip to his anus. He groaned and his hips writhed in pleasure.

She thrust a hand between her legs and began to masturbate rapidly. The sight excited him. Laughing, he pressed down on the backrest again. It fell flat and he moved at the same time, so that he was kneeling over her face with his cock still in her mouth. She forked her legs apart and, bent over her, he thrust his face between her thighs. He opened her cunt-lips wide and she moaned when she felt his hot breath on her sodden flesh.

Her clitoris was gorged. The musky odour of her cunt excited him and he rammed his tongue into her cunt. Sonali cried out deep in her cock-filled throat, her hips heaving under his face.

His tongue was thick and rough and her cunt blazed with lustfire as his tongue swirled relentlessly through her cunt-flesh, flickering like lightning. She gasped and moaned and writhed under him, panting with pleasure. He stopped abruptly, just as she verged on an orgasm, making her moan in frustration. He pulled away and knelt upright before her, his cock thrust out.

"Come on, whore ... suck it again," he commanded.

"*Phirsechoosmujhe*!"

Sonali went down on her forearms and knees before the peon and took his penis in her mouth again. He rocked her head back and forth, pumping his hips at her face, chortling with delight when she began to masturbate feverishly again. Chuckling and grunting, he twined his fingers in her hair and jerking her head back and forth to suit his pleasure.

At last, satisfied, he pushed her away and lay down on his back. Moaning and panting, hot with lust, she straddled his hips and took his penis in her hands. Her cunt was dripping with excitement. With a loud cry, she let her hips sink. The huge cock-head sizzled into her flesh and she cried out again and arched her head.

Her breasts felt hot and swollen. Deeper it went and she hissed softly, gritting her teeth and grimacing. She forced her cunt lower still, and the peon grunted as her hot, tight cunt enveloped his cock.

Sonali began to ride the peon's penis, rocking sensuously back and forth and bucking steadily up and down on his lap. He grunted and pumped his hips steadily under her. Her cunt rose and fell, sliding up and down his inflamed shaft. Her head arched and she moaned in delight, her pretty lips forming a bow, her lovely teeth bared. She clapped her buttocks together erotically, squeezing his penis with her cunt.

"Yes! Ohhhh yes, Chiman, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she gasped.

"*Jorsechodhmujhe*, Chiman! *Jorsechodh*! Ohhh uhhh Ohma uhhhh yes Ohhh god yes!"

"Take it! Take it, bitch! Take it!" he muttered. "*Lele*, *kutti*!

*Lele*!"

Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she moved faster. The gold necklace danced and slapped on her flesh. She began to sweat. Dewdrops of perspiration dotted her upper lip and forehead and strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Up and down, up and down she went. She squeezed her breasts in excitement. He held her by her thighs and began to control the pace, jigging her effortlessly on his cock. Faster and faster he forced her to go, and she gasped and cried out, her face twisting with lust.

"OHHhhhhh uhh OH uhh OHH uh OH oh OH uh OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" she cried, her hair tossing, the gold chain slapping on her bouncing breasts.

She leaned back on his knees behind her, her shoulders hollowing, her head flipping from side to side and reached for his balls. He gasped at the touch.

She got off his lap and turned around, her back to him, straddling him again. She sank onto his cock quickly, and he watched it disappear between the creamy lobes of her buttocks, gasping as her taut channel spasmed and clamped on it, sucking on it like a pump. His balls ached for release. Up and down she bucked, leaning on his knees, her breasts bouncing, hot and swollen, the gold chain flying.

He prised her buttocks wide and fingered her anus. She cried out and ground down deeper, even as his finger slid into the taut flesh of her ass. Her hips gyrated in circles as she jerked down harder and harder, and he thrust his finger in and out of her ass, wiggling it inside her. Sonali held his legs and bucked furiously on his penis, running her cunt madly up and down his gorged, throbbing cock. Her cunt contracted on his cock like a vice and he gasped and arched under her.

Moaning and gasping, her head hanging, Sonali slowed to deep, grinding action. Chiman groaned in pleasure. Her cunt sucked and convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis. It was all he could do to contain himself.

"Come on, bitch!" he ground out. "Come on! *Chul*, *kutti*, *chul*!"

At once, she responded, arching her head and bucking furiously up and down. Her buttocks bounced off his thighs as her cunt went down deep, taking his cock fully within her flesh. With a loud moan, she exploded hard with his cock in her cunt and his finger in her anus. She cried out, arching, her head flying back, her hands squeezing and mauling her bouncing breasts, sweat streaming off her.

He bucked hard under her, tossing her on his lap, making her scream thinly as his cock rammed up into her, his finger in her anus, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside her.

Somehow he managed to hold back. He pushed her off him, and she moaned, knowing he was far from done. She turned on her front on the divan, on all fours, breasts and chain and earrings pendulous, her buttocks thrust back at him. She drove a hand between her thighs, spreading her cunt-lips open. He knelt on the divan behind her and took his cock in his hand. Slowly, he squeezed it into her channel and gasped as it contracted and convulsed on it. She whimpered and lurched, then begged him obscenely for more. He chuckled.

Flexing his buttocks, he swung his hips forward slowly and squeezed his cock deep into her cunt. Embedded inside her, he rocked to a halt. Under him, Sonali began to move, groaning and crying out, rocking slowly back and forth. At last, he began to move in unison, pumping his hips steadily, running his cock in and out of her cunt.

His thighs slapped against hers, his balls thumped at her cunt-lips. He picked up speed and went faster and faster. Her body jerked and lurched with his ramming thrusts. He skewered her cunt hard, with a brutal twist of his hips, taking her from all angles.

"Ohhhh uhhh OH CHIMAN-CHIMAN-CHIMAN Ohhhh uhhh Ohhhh uhh OH uhh OHH uhhh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly.

"C'mon ... c'mon whore ... take it! Take my cock, bitch! Take it! *Lele*, *rundi*! *Aurle*! *Lelemerelavdeko*!" he gasped.

Quite deliberately, he slowed and leaned back on his haunches, drawing her up so that, still impaled on his penis, she was on her haunches, too, with her arms outstretched and her hands on the divan. She kept moving, her buttocks writhing in pleasure on his lap. He clenched her breasts and she gasped and turned her face to his. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned obscenely, a whore in heat. He began to move, jerking his hips rapidly under hers. Her body jerked and rocked and her breasts bounced in his hands.






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"Yes .. fuck me ... fuck me hard Chiman ... *chodh mujhe* ...

*jorse chodh*!"

Chiman chuckled in pleasure as Sonali's cries rose in pitch and volume and urgency, growing more obscene by the second. Her petite body was covered with sweat and she jerked furiously back and forth on her haunches before him. Her buttocks rose up and forward, then plunged feverishly back down onto his penis. On his haunches behind her, his huge pole glistening as her cunt slid up and down its length, Chiman grunted and chuckled with delight.

His excitement intense, the peon shoved her forward onto her face and, holding himself inside her, spread his legs outside hers, straddling her buttocks, one foot on the ground, the other high on the divan in front of her knee. She slid onto her face, her hips jerked up. He bent over her, his legs splayed wide. His gold chain brushed against her warm flesh. Her face was on its side on the
divan, her breasts pressed against the soft upholstery.

With a shuddering gasp, he thrust down into her, lancing his cock into her cunt deep and hard and fast. Sonali cried out, her face screwing up in agonised delight, fingers scrabbling at the divan. The breath rushed from her throat in a choking gasp.

Chiman began to ram-fuck her savagely, whumping furiously up and down, his buttocks bouncing madly, his cock pistoning demonically, plunging viciously in and out of her cunt. Sonali cried out, gripping the side of the divan feverishly, her body pinned under his. His hips swung up and down and back and forth like a trip-hammer as he slammed his cock into her relentlessly.

"OH OH OH OH OH OH uhhh AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AHHHHHH!" she
cried, spasming under him, her body blazing, trembling.

"OHHHHHH UHH OH OH OH OH UHHH UHHHHHH AH AH AH AHHHHHH!" he gasped.

Sonali flattened her body, straightening her legs under him to let him go in even deeper. The well-sprung divan bounced madly as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt like a dervish, crushing her body under his. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his pistoning cock. His buttocks bounced frenetically over hers.

He flung his head back and dug his fingers into her buttocks and called her *whore*, *bitch*, *slut*, *cunt* as the fires in his balls roiled inexorably up. She exploded violently and still he went on, hammering away like a bull in heat. She had another orgasm, and yet another, and still he did not come, but kept fucking her. She loved every minute of it, loved having his enormous cock thrust in and out of her cunt, hammering deep, rasping over her throbbing clitoris, finding her innermost recesses.

He jerked out of her and flipped her on her back and, yanking her legs wide open, slammed his cock into her hard and deep and fast. She cried out and arched under her, her legs splitting and winding taut about his hips. She pulled his head down and kissed him feverishly as her cunt heaved under his thrusts.

"Fuck me, lover," she moaned, licking his ear, sucking his upper lip. "Fuck me with your fat cock ... fuck my cunt hard yes ... *khupchodh*, Chiman! *Jorse*! *Ragadkechodhmujhe*!"

Chiman grunted and continued ram-fucking her. He was panting heavily now, and his body streamed with sweat. His gold chains brushed her face and she took them between her lips and teeth and clenched his buttocks fiercely, dragging him deeper into her cunt. Faster and faster he went and her petite body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing as he slammed into her repeatedly.

She squeezed her breasts, moaning obscenities, as she came yet again, gasping and arching hard under him. This time, she felt him growl and thrust into her, once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, long, skewering, slow, trembling thrusts. Her cunt contracted and spasmed on his wonderful penis and then, with a loud growl, he stiffened and she gasped as she felt the stinging jets of his seed thud like bullets into her eager cunt.

Gasping, he bent over and kissed her in gratitude, his tongue snaking into her mouth. She murmured softly, caressing his naked chest and back, her own tongue exploring his mouth. To her, it made no difference that he was a mere peon. He was a wonderful lover, and that was all that mattered.

He slid out her and turned on his back and Sonali slid over him, smiling radiantly, kissing him hungrily. Her breasts were hot and heavy on his chest and he felt her cunt writhing erotically
against his semi-erect cock.

"Once more," she murmured, sucking his tongue sexily. "Once more. *Aurekbaar*!"

"Okay. *Thikhai*."

She smiled happily and slowly snaked down his body, kissing and licking him lasciviously, sucking on his small, dark, sharp nipples. He groaned in pleasure at the exquisite delicacy of her touch as her knowing tongue and sharp, eager teeth nibbled on his nipples. Her fingers trickled into his crotch and worked his cock.

He groaned as he felt his cock harden and thicken and lengthen in her gentle fingers. She pumped his cock in her fist and slowly moved lower, kissing and licking his flat, hard belly, running her tongue through his navel. On her knees, bent over his crotch, Sonali moaned thickly and nuzzled his groin. His cock was sticky and musky, erotic and heady. Watching him as he craned his neck and looked at her, her eyes dancing with excitement, Sonali dragged her teeth and tongue up his erect shaft, her mouth open wide.

"God, I love sucking your cock," she murmured as she ran her tongue sinuously around his bulging cock-head. "Mm ... yes ..."

"Oh fuck," the peon gasped and lurched back, his hips heaving at her face.

She lifted her head and slipped her lips around his cock and he groaned again, holding her head, pushing his cock into her mouth. Sonali sucked his cock deftly, pumping the shaft in her fist. Her tongue and teeth worked his throbbing penis and burning cock-head. His balls ached with renewed tension and he longed to cream in her face. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and she moaned, taking it on her tongue, swallowing it greedily, sucking harder still. Chiman tugged at her head and she stopped reluctantly, still licking and sucking his cock in mounting excitement. He pulled her away and she gasped.

Whimpering, she slid up, astride his hips and Chiman gasped as her hot cunt found his rampant penis and quickly engulfed it again. She knelt over him, her cunt impaled on his penis and moaned thickly. Her eyes shone with lust and excitement; her nostrils were flared and her lips were parted. He slid his hands up her body and squeezed her turgid, swollen breasts. Sonali whimpered, trembling at his touch.

His hands stroked her hot, tingling body, pressing her breasts, her cunt, her anus. Her hips writhed on his lap, her cunt convulsing and sucking on his cock. He rocked gently up and down beneath her and she moaned and leaned forward, her hands on the bed and began to move slowly, sliding her cunt-lips up and down the length of his cock with shuddering gasps, her breasts bouncing.

"Oh ma ... yes ... ohhh baby yes!" she gasped, rocking up and down, back and forth, her cunt sucking and convulsing on his penis.

Under her, Chiman moaned and began to move faster, tossing her on his lap, heaving up and down under her. She cried out and they moved faster and faster, their orgasms nearing, looming, till, finally, they crashed together and she felt her peon's seed spume like a geyser into her sodden slit.









End of Part 12 THE OFFICE COMERS

Next Part 13 THE GUEST WHO CAME AT DINNER

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THE GUEST WHO CAME AT DINNER
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Sonali drove home slowly, relaxed in the post-coital languor of her exhilarating sex with the peon, Chiman. Her husband was home when she arrived. She kissed him gently.

"Hi. You're late."

"Sorry. Got stuck in the office."

He knew what that meant. "Who with?"

"Chiman. The peon."

"Good fuck?"

"Yes, very. I was watching some of the others fucking in the chamber when he came in. I was hot and wanted a fuck and he was there. It was good, nice and hard."

Sameer looked worried. "You going to be able to do it again tonight with Nikhil?"

"Is that his name?"

"Yes."

"No, it's not problem. I've got some pills, and anyway, I'm quite randy. As usual." She smiled.

Sameer laughed. He was glad he had married her. Sonali was a sexual libertine, with a no-holds-barred, utterly uninhibited attitude to sex. She had a wealth of sexual experience: she had first got laid at fifteen and had seldom been without a lover for long since. He kissed her again, caressing her petite body. She squirmed gently against him, rubbing her crotch against his. At last, she stepped away.

He followed her to the bedroom and watched as she undressed quickly, taking pleasure in her nude, firm, petite body. Their servant, Ganpat, was making the bed, but neither Sonali nor Sameer asked him to leave. He had been her lover since she was fifteen years old, and he fucked her still. He finished and straightened and Sameer watched as his naked wife kissed his servant. He cupped one breast and squeezed her buttock.

"Do you want me to fuck you quickly?" he murmured.

She shook her head and smiled. "Not now, thank you, Ganpat. Maybe later. But I could suck you off if you like."

"That would be nice."

Sameer grinned and settled into a deep armchair and lit a cigarette. He enjoyed watching his wife and his servant have sex. It was very erotic.

Sonali was already on her knees in front of the dark, handsome, muscular man. He wore shorts and a vest, and she pulled his shorts down with practiced ease. His penis was dark and long and thick. She smiled with pleasure and took it in her hands and began to masturbate him deftly. Ganpat stood with his head bowed, watching her. He put his hand on her head and pulled it forward to his crotch.

"Come on, whore," he murmured. "Suck my cock, whore! *Choosmujhe*!"

He liked using words like that, and she liked hearing them. She slid the foreskin back off her servant's cock-head and sensuously swirled her pointed tongue over the gorged knob. The man grunted softly and jerked his hips forward. She licked his cock-head gently, lovingly, running her tongue round and round the hard knob. His shaft throbbed and pulsed and came erect at her lips.

She opened them wide and slid them around his penis. Ganpat groaned softly. Murmuring happily, she sucked his penis, rocking her head back and forth between his legs. Her servant gasped and moaned as he fucked her face, moving her head back and forth with one hand. She sucked him steadily and expertly and he arched his face and closed his eyes. Sameer knew well how wonderful it felt. His wife was one incredible piece of ass.

As he watched, his servant fucked her mouth faster and faster, gasping and grunting. Suddenly, he groaned and exploded. Sonali was ready for him, and she opened her mouth wide and let both men see her servant's jizz spurt into her mouth in thick jets. It dribbled over her chin and cheeks and she shook it over her breasts, spattering them. Ganpat stepped away with a smile and pulled up his shorts. She got to her feet and kissed him.

"Fuck me later," she said again. "After dinner. Late at night, long and slow."

"Yes," he said. "I'll do that."

Ganpat left them alone and Sonali walked across to Sameer in the armchair. She bent over him and kissed him gently. He could taste Ganpat's gunk and it excited him. He cupped her swollen pendulous breasts in pleasure, enjoying the feel and weight of them in his hands. They warmed and swelled, the nipples quickly stiffening in his palms. Her kiss grew more ardent and she gasped softly as he tweaked her nipples. His fingers grew sticky with his servant's gunk. He released her, and she slid onto his lap, smiling.

"I love you," she murmured, pecking his cheek, biting his earlobe.

"I love you, too."

"I know."

His hands slid up and down her naked body, caressing her.

"I can still smell him on you," he murmured.

"Turns you on?"

"Yes. Definitely."

"Want to fuck?"

"Love to, but no. If you're really randy, you might as well simmer for Nikhil."

"It's that important?"

"Yes. If it goes through, I should take about a two and a half million, maybe more."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. It's a big deal, Sonali. The biggest I've ever done."

She looked worried. "Sameer, can you trust this guy?"

"Why do you ask?"

"No, not that I mind sleeping with him for you - or even just for the heck of it, really - but I don't want you to take a knock in this. What's the risk?"

He smiled and kissed her. "God, I really do love you, babe," he muttered. "When it's done, I'm going to fuck you to kingdom come."

"That apart, love, you haven't answered the question."

"Well, there is a certain risk. I could lose half that, more maybe, if things get bad."

"Oh, that's all right, then." She nodded. "Do you have the money or shall I arrange it?"

He shook his head. He knew she was wealthy in her own right. She had an enormous income from the two oldest professions in the world: law and prostitution. His own business was doing well, but there was always an element of uncertainty and risk.

"No, babe - I'm okay. Thanks anyway," he said with a smile.

They kissed slowly and deeply, caressing each other. She slid her tongue into his mouth and aroused him despite his mumbled protests. His penis stirred under his jeans and she writhed provocatively against him and slid her hands under his open shirt.

Sameer was tall, well-built, with a firm, muscular body and a handsome face. He was deeply tanned, with a lean, aquiline, clean-shaven face, a strong nose, a square jaw, the eyes deep-set, dark, powerful. His thick hair was jet black. His mouth was slender and strong, the teeth even and healthy. His torso was V-shaped with broad, strong shoulders, a deep, cleaved chest.

The back was strong and straight, the hips high, the buttocks firm and small, the waist narrow. His arms and legs were long and thick with muscle, the forearms and biceps and thighs round with heavy bunches of strength. His cock was wonderful: erect, it was nine inches long, nearly two inches thick with heavy, low balls.

Now she tongued his ear lasciviously and it was a struggle to refuse her. She was aroused and her face was a vision of sensuality. Her body smelled musky and warm and sexy. He was sorely tempted. But there was too much at stake. He had to get this contract. It would put him in clover. He struggled for control. She sensed it and stopped, leaning against him for a long moment with her head on his shoulder, steadying her breathing.

"Later," he promised. "I'll fuck you hard. Later."

They kissed again, and she got up reluctantly, and went into the bathroom. He lit another cigarette and went out to await his guest and prospective partner in business.

She showered and changed, selecting her most exotic perfume and dabbing her breasts and cleavage and inner thighs and the backs of her ears with it. She did her make-up carefully, lining her eyes with *kajal*, lightly rouging her lips.

Browsing through her wardrobe, she selected an elegant, translucent *churidar- kurta* ensemble. It afforded a tantalizing hint of her aureoles and nipples and pubis. The material was soft and clung to her body and accentuated the thrust of her breasts. She wore no underwear and her breasts bounced suggestively when she moved. She tied her hair in a high pony tail and fastened it with a circular large-toothed comb-ring. Humming to herself, Sonali opened the drawer of her bureau and picked out a large box of pills, vials, capsules and tablets.

She selected several carefully and took them in the prescribed combination. They were highly potent aphrodisiacs and, within seconds, their effect hit her like a hammerblow. The adrenaline pumped, her pulse raced, her nipples shot erect, her loins flickered with lust-heat and she felt her cunt grow damp.

Almost without thinking, she reached for her favourite vibrator. She was about to strip again, when she heard the doorbell. It jerked her out of a growing sexual reverie and she replaced the vibrator wistfully. She was about to shut the door when her eyes fell upon a large jewellery box. She smiled to herself and pulled it out. It was lined with velvet and had an inlaid ivory lid. The box contained a large selection of Ben-wa balls, silver orbs weighted with mercury, carefully arranged in matched pairs.

She picked up two of the smaller ones and replaced the box. Dropping her *churidar*, lifting her *kurta*, she lay on her back on the edge of the bed and, spreading her legs, quickly popped the twin balls into her cunt. She gasped softly and then rubbed her thighs together with a sigh of pleasure. The weighted orbs rolled smoothly around her clitoris, stimulating it gently. They would keep her aroused and on the brink of an orgasm, stimulating her with every body movement, steadily stoking her cunt fires.

Yet they were small enough not to have to be removed during sex. If her partner's cock was on the smaller side, they would compensate and arouse her as a larger penis might; and if it was bigger, they would augment the pleasure for her partner as well, caressing his cock within her cunt. She got up and dressed, hoping that their guest would be an attractive, well-endowed man, worthy of sharing her bed.

Nikhil turned out to be an intelligent, good-looking young man, obviously extremely rich, from his clothes and manner, well-travelled and worldly. She set a good table and he ate well, enjoying his meal. As she brought out the dessert - a delectable, delicate orange soufflé - the conversation turned to unconventionalism in sex. Nikhil bemoaned the hidebound outlook of the middle-class.

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Sameer pointed out that it was true of the middle-class anywhere. Nikhil was forced to agree. Sonali said that actually, in her experience, the Indian urban middle-class was far more sexually active than was generally supposed.
"It has to do with architecture, in a sense," she said. "No, don't laugh, think about it. Our cities are crowded and crammed – most of them anyway. The run-of-the-mill house lacks any sense of design and throws all considerations of form and function to the winds. We build boxes and expect people to make do. There's no division of space and no privacy. So people have to eat, cook, sleep, and, ultimately, have sex in a single space. The pressure is enormous. Add the social chastity belt and you have all the ingredients for a sexual revolution."

"Revolutions are generally by the poor, Sonali," Nikhil laughed.

"Wrong again. Historically, revolutions have always been engineered by the middle-class. The poor only provide the muscle. That was true even of the French revolution. And every other, even the Marxist ones."

"Possibly you're right," Nikhil admitted. "So, are you suggesting that we are on the brink of a sexual revolt from the middle-class in India?"

"I'm not suggesting it. I'm saying it's already taking place, even now. More people are sating their sexual desires than ever before and they're transgressing every sexual more that's been dinned into their heads."

"And even your soufflé is laced with Spanish Fly, then?"

"Certainly not."

"What a shame."

"It's got something far more potent."

"What's that?"

Sonali grinned mischievously. "My cunt-juice."

There was a terrible little silence, and then Nikhil smiled slowly, his eyes glinting. Sonali glanced at her husband and sensed his relief. They all laughed.

"And what will that achieve?" Nikhil asked.

"A certain feistiness, I imagine."

Nikhil chuckled. "Obviously, you don't have any qualms about, say, extramarital sex?"

Sameer and Sonali glanced at each other, and then he turned to Nikhil with a smile.

"No, we don't have any such reservations, Nikhil. We can't afford to. We fornicate all the time. Everyone in our family does, and so do our friends."

"Let's cut this genteel crap, Nikhil," Sonali said quietly.

"Simply put, we enjoy fucking. All of us do. We swap. We have group sex. We fuck all kinds of people. Take me, for instance. I fuck my peons and servants almost daily. Ganpat, our servant here, has been fucking me since I was fifteen and he still does. Why, just before you arrived, I sucked his cock till he creamed in my face. I enjoy that, too. And I do all kinds of other things as well. I enjoy lesbian sex. I also perform on stage and in films and for magazines. Live shows, too, not necessarily with each other."

"And she's a whore," Sameer said.

"What?"

"My wife is a whore. She gets paid for sex."

"Yes. I enjoy that. It's fun. The sex is good, and I get paid to have fun."

"I can't imagine you do that voluntarily!"

"Oh, but I do. It's quite a trip being fucked by someone whose name you don't know, who you know nothing about, who just walked into your life and without any small talk, got on with the fucking. It's completely honest, there are no pretensions. The client has only one thing on his mind. So do I. He comes in and fucks me. He pays me and leaves. Other guys come in. They get to know me in my most basic, elemental state, and then they walk out after they're done and very often, I never see them again. It really is a massive turn-on."

Ganpat came in with a tray. "Coffee?" Sonali asked.

Nikhil stared at her in surprise. In a fraction of a second, with just one word, she had switched from gutter-slut to society hostess. He flicked a glance at the servant and tried to imagine him fucking Sonali. A vision of them flashed in his mind: Sonali gasping and moaning like a whore, panting and heaving, thrashing under him, her face flipping from side to side, moaning obscenities as the servant thrust his cock into her cunt again and again. It was incredibly y erotic.

"Coffee?" Sonali repeated.

"Yes, please. Black, no sugar." Nikhil mumbled, snapping out of his nympholepsy.

She poured him a cup and got up to hand it to him. Nikhil watched her move, noticing the bouncing of her breasts. Obviously, she was naked under her clothes. He could see the points of her nipples and a hint of the aureoles surrounding them. She was very attractive, he thought; short, petite, with a body that was perfectly formed for her height. Her face was cute: oval, with lovely eyes lined with *kajal*, high cheekbones and a delicate line to the jaw. Her hair was superb. Her breasts looked full and firm.

Her belly was flat, the hips and buttocks nice and firm, not too wide, the legs and arms neatly turned, the fingers elegant. He noticed her jewellery, the gold chain with its inverted sepal pearl pendant, her pearl and gold earrings, her finger-rings and lone diamond-studded bangle.

She bent forward to hand him the cup and he could see the tantalising shadow of her deep cleavage, the swell of her breasts almost down to the nipples.

"I would like to fuck you," Nikhil said softly to Sonali.

She looked up at him, remaining as she was.

"May I?" he repeated.

Without waiting for an answer, he slid his hands under the lapels of her *kurta* and cupped her breasts. He fondled them gently, and she bit her lower lip. Enjoying the feel and weight of her flesh in his palm, he watched as her eyes fluttered and her lips parted slowly in an unmistakable sign of excitement. Her eyes looked glassy, and her breathing shortened. The Ben-wa balls in her cunt had been steadily stimulating her clitoris and she felt her cunt ooze in delight. She slid forward onto his lap and pulled open the last two buttons of her *kurta* and exposed her breasts. Nikhil smiled and kissed one breast gently. It was hot and turgid and her nipples were already stiff.

"I take it you have no objection?" Nikhil asked Sameer.

"None whatever."

"Then this has happened before?"

"Frequently."

Sonali leaned forward and swirled her tongue through Nikhil's ear. He murmured and they kissed and her tongue snaked between his lips into his mouth. She began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel the heat of her cunt through her *churidar*.

"Do you watch?" Nikhil asked Sameer.

"Whenever I can. It excites me."

"Will you watch us tonight?"

"Certainly."

Sonali had bent her head and was licking his throat, slowly descending to his nipple. She ran her tongue around it and began to suck it gently. It felt wonderful.

"There is a price for this favour, no doubt?" he said to Sameer.

"I'm afraid so." Sameer didn't sound the least bit sorry.

"Which is?"

"My terms without negotiation."

"That's asking rather a lot."

"My wife is an extraordinary fuck."

"So you keep saying."

"So you'll see. Try it and decide for yourself."

Sonali had moved to Nikhil's other nipple and now she was going down slowly, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his firm, hard belly, till she was on her knees between his legs. She fumbled with his trousers and belt, undid them, pulled down his zipper and drew out his penis. It was long and thick and dark. Moaning softly, she kissed the cock-head and, flipping back the foreskin,
swirled her tongue over the bulbous knob. Nikhil grunted and chuckled and looked down at her.

"I'm still not sure she's worth it. In effect, you're asking for several lakhs for the privilege of fucking her."

"She's worth every penny."

"You might think so. I might not."

"I doubt it."

Sonali stopped and looked up. Nikhil's cock was stiffening at her face.

"Might I suggest something?" she said softly.

"Certainly," Nikhil replied.

"Let's make a deal. If you're satisfied with me, then Sameer gets his terms. But, remember, I said I was a whore. So, in addition, you get to fuck me anytime you want, on a priority basis, and free."

"And if I'm not satisfied?"

"I doubt the question will arise, but anyway. If you're not happy, you get your terms, however onerous they are, and you still get to fuck me on a priority basis, for free."

"So either way I win."

"As far as fucking me is concerned, yes."

"That's very fair."

"I thought you'd see it like that."

"But I want something more."

"What?"

"I want to watch your servant fucking you."

Sonali laughed. "Certainly, no problem there. Before or after?"

"After, please."

"Done."

"Incidentally, what are your charges as a whore?"

"I'm in the second highest slab. That's very expensive." She told him how much she took.

"You're very expensive."

"I'm very good."

"We'll see."

"You will. Believe me."

Sonali rose and kissed her guest in unfaked sexual hunger. He squeezed her breasts and found her nipples stiff and quivering with excitement. She slid her hands under his shirt, pulled it out of his trousers, and deftly knotted his shirt-tails across his belly.

His chest was deep and solid, well-muscled, hard and cleaved, hairless, the skin smooth and warm. His belly was hard and flat, the hips narrow, the torso V-shaped, with broad, strong shoulders. He had arms and legs that were bunched with muscle. His face was clean-shaven, square-jawed, with a fine, long nose, a wide, slim-lipped mouth, high cheekbones and strong, lined, hollowed cheeks. His eyes were deep-set and dark brown, the thick hair cut short.

She expected he would have a sizable cock. She smiled at him with genuine warmth, her eyes glittering with excitement. She pulled off her *kurta* and he squeezed her exposed breasts, offering them to him wantonly. Sonali murmured in pleasure as the hot fires of lust rippled out of her breast-tips, her aureoles puckering in excitement.

Her face was a vision of lust, the lips parted sensuously as she smiled. Her nostrils were flared, her breath sharp, warm and musky on his face as she kissed him yet again, slowly, deeply, their mouths apart and parted, tongues flickering in and out of one another's mouths sexily.

He bent his head to her chest and she murmured, her head turned to one side, a gentle smile on her lips, her face languorous, her eyes on him as he slid his lips down the line of her throat. The gold chain with the pearl pendant in the inverted sepal pendant that hung around her neck glimmered on her chest, nestling in the deep, inviting vale between her inviting breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, quivering. He moistened his finger and gently rubbed it around one nipple, then the other.

Sonali murmured in pleasure. Her breasts swelled and grew hard, the nipples stiffening further and warm rivulets of pleasure rippled sensuously from her breast-tips.

She lifted her breasts in her hands, caressing them sexily. His lips hovered tantalisingly over her breasts. She squeezed the fleshy mounds in her hands, rolling them together, bunching them, deepening the valley between. He smiled in pleasure at the sight, and bent his head. His lips parted and his tongue slid out over a nipple.

Sonali sighed in pleasure, her eyes fluttering. She squeezed the mound harder and his lips parted, his tongue still moving in circles around the puckered aureole and the stiff nipple, flicking it this way and that. He slid his lips down around her breast and she gasped softly as the warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast. His other hand was on her free breast, fondling it tenderly.

"Mmm, that's nice ..." Sonali murmured.

Nikhil found her breast swelling, growing hotter, the nipple hardening in his mouth. He teethed it, rolled it across his tongue and gums and the roof of his mouth, sucked hard, let go, sucked hard, paused again. Sonali gasped softly. He moved to the other breast. She caressed his head, fondling his chest under his open shirt, his strong back. His lips slid lower, down the creamy, firm belly, his tongue slithering in and out of her delicate navel.

"Just a minute," she murmured, undoing her *churidar* and kicking it aside.

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She was naked beneath, her cunt-fuzz already damp with excitement and the constant stimulation of her clitoris by the twin Ben-wa balls in her cunt. He slid his fingertip along her slit. Sonali murmured in delight and her hips jerked in pleasure.

"I want to lick your cunt," he muttered.

She smiled. "I like having my slit licked."

"I like doing it. There's nothing quite like the heady scent of a hot broad's cunt."

"I know. I do lesbian sex, too."

Her lips parted, breathing heavily with excitement, she nodded and he got up and she settled into the sofa beside his chair. Now he knelt between her legs and thrust his head between her thighs. Parting her damp cunt-lips wide with his fingers, he drove his face into her crotch. Sonali gasped and arched as his hot breath seared into her. Her body lifted off the chair. She dug her fingers into his hair in excitement as his tongue snaked out.

The musky odour of her cunt made his head swim with excitement and he felt his cock begin to swell. His tongue flickered in and out and up and down and round and round in her cunt, teasing her clitoris. His lips pushed in and he sucked on the gorged ridge of her clitoris and nibbled it gently. Sonali cried out and arched, her hips lifting off the sofa in excitement as she felt his hot, rough tongue in her cunt. He held her thighs apart and ate her cunt, savouring the taste and odour, enjoying the hot moistness of her flesh.

She clenched his hair, gasping and crying out. Now her neck was on the backrest of the sofa, her head upturned, hair hanging down the back of the sofa, her feet on the floor, hips grinding and writhing ecstatically. He slid a hand down between her buttocks and pressed a fingertip to her anus. She moaned ecstatically, her head rolling from side to side. Her sphincter yielded and she gasped and arched as his thick finger slid into her rear channel.

At last he stopped, leaving her teetering on the brink of an orgasm. By now, Sonali's body was blazing with lust and aching for release. Her cunt hungered for his cock. She slid off the sofa on to her knees, her breath short, chest heaving, nostrils dilated. Sonali's eyes widened at the sight of his erection. It looked huge, a good ten inches long, nearly two thick. It was bigger than Sameer's. She leaned forward and he gasped as her hot tongue and warm lips closed around the cock-head. His balls were heavy, low, his pudenda dangling from a mat of neatly trimmed curly, springy black hair. She curled her fingers lovingly about his cock and began to jerk him.

He gasped, then chuckled as she caressed her face with it. She rose on her knees, too, to rub it sexily over her swollen breasts and her rigid nipples, her body glowing as she felt the cock leave its sticky trail of pre-cum gunk on her breast-tips. She squeezed her breasts into a taut sheath over his cock and he gasped at the warmth of it. She moaned to herself, rubbing her nipples along its length.

"C'mon bitch ... suck it!" he grunted, his excitement mounting.

She ducked her head and expertly rolled back the thick foreskin of his cock. Her eager tongue snaked out and swirled lovingly around his gorged cock-head, making his gasp. She could taste the musky cum on him. She ran her tongue and teeth up and down his shaft, sucked his balls by turn delicately, slowly jerking his cock in her fist. At last, she returned to his cock and slipped her lips around his cock-head, enveloping his enormous pestle in her mouth, all the while caressing it lovingly with her tongue. Nikhil gasped and flung his head back. Her mouth was gloriously warm and moist, her tongue adept, her fingers on his balls, in his anus, slowly twisting in, making him gasp and thrust his cock at her mouth, now distended with his penis.

She began to suck, let go, suck, let go, lick, suck, let go, and then sucked harder and harder, her head bobbing and rocking back and forth, his cock glistening as it went in and out of her mouth and lips. He held her head in his hands and began to move it as he fucked her mouth. Sameer could see his guest's swollen penis slithering in and out of his wife's lovely mouth, could see, too, the excitement on his face, the naked lust on hers. Her lips and cheeks and fingers were sticky with his gunk and she smeared it with longing over his whole cock, lubricating it, over his balls and thighs and her breasts. Her cunt tingled and she thrust a hand between her legs and began to masturbate.

Behind her, Sameer watched her elegant finger, curled up into her cunt, moving in and out, in and out, in and out. He saw her finger become wet and saw, too, the glint of cunt-juice on her cunt-fuzz.

"Mmmm, ohhhh uhhhh yeh uhhhh Ohhh yeh Sonali baby yeh!" Nikhil gasped in joy.

She, too, was capable of timing things just so. She stopped, leaving him quivering on the brink of an orgasm and he gasped, struggling for control. Sonali smiled to herself. Nikhil groaned, barely managing to contain himself. His cock throbbed and his balls ached.

"C'mon Nikhil ... fuck me," Sonali murmured, rising to her feet. "Show me how good *you* are."

Nikhil lay on his back on the sofa, his legs spread, his head against one of the arms, resting on a cushion. Sonali smiled and bent her head between his legs again and took his penis in her mouth once more. Her head bobbed over his thighs and he felt his balls throb. She sensed it and slid up astride him. Her body was bent over his, their faces very close. His cock was in his hand and he fumbled for her cunt. Found it. Paused. She bit her lower lip in exquisite tension and then, with a loud, shuddering gasp, slowly slid her hips down, engulfing his cock in her taut cunt, sliding it inexorably downwards till he was embedded in her to the hilt.

Nikhil gasped in shock as he felt the hard Ben-wa balls in her cunt rasp along the length of his cock as it slid into her cunt. The sensation was incredible: the balls delicately rolling around his cock-head and over his shaft. She grinned at his stunned expression.

"Like it?" she murmured, lasciviously tonguing his ear.

"Fantastic! You're a helluva piece of ass, whore!"

"Thank you," she giggled. "I have to be, at my price. Part of the job. Call it a professional courtesy."

Her cunt convulsed on his massive, pulsating penis and he gasped at her heat and tension. Her cunt was a tight, hot furnace. She kissed him hungrily, lasciviously arching her tongue into his mouth. Caressing her breasts, her superb back, her creamy, firm buttocks, he murmured his pleasure. The gold chain around her neck brushed cool on his tacky skin. She pressed against him, her cunt grinding on his loins, her breasts flattening on his hard chest, kissing him in obvious hunger. His knees rose behind her, between her spread thighs. His hands slid down her back to her buttocks, pulling them wide open, a finger gently pressing to the puckered flesh of her anus. Sonali moaned softly, tonguing his ear, her cunt writhing on his cock as he slowly slid his finger into her asshole. She rose on her elbows, a smile of languorous pleasure on her pretty face. Her breasts brushed his lips and face and he sucked on one pendulous, succulent breast gently, making her moan. She smiled in delight at the touch of his tongue and lips and teeth on her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them.

Sonali rose higher and began to move on her knees and forearms, her face close to Nikhil's, eyes closed, head upturned, lips parted and moaning softly, erotically. Her hips began to pump, rising and falling, rising and falling, gyrating in taut, exquisite little circles, grinding round and round. Nikhil groaned and bucked under her as her delectable cunt spasmed and clamped, rose and fell and rose and fell on his pillar of delight.

His cock shone and glistened with their comingled juices as her cunt slid up and down, up and down the shaft, the weighted Ben-wa balls rolling sensuously along his length with her cunt's bucking. Her breasts jigged against his face and chin, her body felt warm on his. He began to move with her, slowly at first, his hips heaving and pumping in a steady, yet insistent rhythm to match hers perfectly.

"Mmm, yeh ... uhhh oh yeh ohhhh ... uhhh Ohhhhh uhh that's so good yes ... mmmm, yes oh my ohhhh yes ohhh god yes yes," Sonali muttered thickly in pleasure, rocking back and forth, up and down on his lap.

"C'mon take it ... take it all, bitch ... take it!" he gasped.

They began to move faster and faster, her cunt jerking up, then slamming down, their rhythm becoming frenetic and frenzied as the fires built and grew and spread. His huge cock seared and throbbed inside her belly, making her moan in ecstasy, the Ben-wa balls and his rough-skinned shaft rasping against her engorged, inflamed clitoris.

"Ohhhh uhh OHHHHH uhh OHHHHH god yes Fuck me yeh ohhhhh uhhh yeh that's it ... mmm, yeh FUCKMEBABY ... uhhh Ohhhh uhh OH!" she cried, gasping and panting.

Her body shook and trembled and her cries rose in pitch and volume and obscene lust. Her cunt heaved and bucked furiously now, jerking up, then thrusting down hard and deep, engulfing him in her fiery little cunt, his rod searing, his hips pounding and jerking hard up and down, up and down, tossing her petite little body on his lap. Her cunt was going up a good eight inches or more, then running down on his lance fully, rising again, thrusting and ramming itself again, impaled deeply on his penis.

She straightened, moaning, her face a vision of lust, her head flung back, lovely lips parted, perfect teeth bared in a rictus of sexual heat, her body heaving and bouncing on his lap. His hands were under her thighs, moving her on his cock, lifting her up, jerking her down, up and down, up and down, up and down, faster and faster. Her breasts jiggled, her gold chain flapped and tossed on her chest. She hissed and sucked in her breath sharply as he thrust especially deep into her, her hands sliding erotically up her body, over her breasts, cupping and squeezing and crushing and mauling and rolling them in excitement.

"OHHHHh uhh OHHHH uhh OHHHH uhh OHHHHHH!" she moaned as she jerked and bucked and jigged on his cock, her cunt a hot, wet vice on his burning cock.

Nikhil could barely hold back. Moaning ecstatically, his belly and balls aching for release, he gasped as her cunt clamped on his cock, the balls in her cunt rolling furiously up and down, up and down his length, driving him wild.

"Yehhhh ohhh baby yeh yeh yeh take it ... take it bitch ... take it all cunt ... mmm yeh yeh oHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH!" he cried. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes!"

Sonali gasped and cried down, bucking up and down, her cunt rising and crashing down and taking him deep into her. She came violently, her cunt convulsing frantically on his penis. Somehow, he managed to hold back, and chuckled at the look of frustration and pleasure in her eyes. The orgasm did not sate her. The drugs she had taken sharpened her sexual hunger with every orgasm. It would take a great deal to satisfy her tonight.

Moaning thickly, she slid off his cock and, greedily, took his penis in her mouth again. He moaned and jerked his hips at her face. She had an idea, and paused. He craned his head to see what she was up to. She half-turned on her side and lifted one leg, splitting her cunt-lips open and thrust a finger into her cunt. She rummaged for a second and then flipped out the two shining Ben-wa balls that had lain in her warm oven. As Nikhil watched, Sonali smiled and popped them into her mouth.

She slid up his body and kissed him, and let the balls slither out along his gums and lips and tongue, rolling them into his mouth, then smoothly withdrawing them again. Nikhil could taste her musky juice, his cock smell on them, and it excited him. She slid lower again, kissing and licking his hard body, tonguing his belly and navel.

Taking the mercury weighted orbs in her hands, she masturbated him, letting the balls slither and roll along his shaft. Nikhil's balls crackled with heat. Again she popped the balls in her mouth and took his cock in her mouth. The smooth balls rolled gently about his cock-head in her mouth, and rippled up and down his shaft, around the cock-head again, round and round, up and down.

"OHHhhh uhh OHhh yeh baby yeh ... c'mon cunt, do it ... ohhh ... mmm... yeh ... ohhh ohhhh uhhh OHHhhh uhh OH yeh uhh OHHHH!" he cried.

His hips jerked and heaved and he gripped her head and slammed it up and down as he ram-fucked her mouth. He wanted to stop her then, wanted to fuck her, but she would have none of it. Her fingers curled about his cock's hilt, jerking him, the other hand cupping and rubbing his balls, fingering his asshole.

Her lips clamped taut, her mouth hot and wet on his cock, her tongue rolling and swirling over his cock, her face distended, slurping, her cheeks hollowing, she sucked him harder and harder and harder, siphoning his juices. He surrendered and exploded violently in her mouth, deep in her throat. She was ready for it and sucked relentlessly and swallowed his seed till she was sure she had every last drop of him. She parted her lips and, standing beside them, Sameer saw their guest's spoot squirt into her mouth and over her face and breasts. She rose and kissed Nikhil and let him taste his jizz, then spat out the Ben-wa balls. They had served their purpose well.

"Done?" she grinned at him.

He shook his head. "Not yet, whore," he growled with a grin. "No such luck. Come on, roll over - I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch!"

Sonali was surprised and pleased by his staying power. Eagerly, she turned onto her forearms and knees, her buttocks thrust back at him. He got up behind her, his cock in his hand, with one knee bent on the sofa, the other leg wide, foot on the floor and moved forward. She stretched her hand down to part her cunt-lips for him.

He squeezed his cock between her buttocks and into her cunt slowly. Sameer watched, transfixed by the sight, as Nikhil's massive penis disappeared slowly between the creamy globes of Sonali's buttocks. She groaned and her eyes fluttered shut.

Nikhil gasped as her cunt convulsed powerfully on his penis. Her head arched, her eyes closed and she felt the immense size and heat of his cock in her flesh, pranging her deep. Whimpering her joy, she began to rock slowly back and forth, driving her buttocks back and forth on his cock. He moved with her, and her lips parted in a wide 'O' of lust as he fucked her heavily, his hips pumping and swinging smoothly back and forth.

The huge cock distended her cunt-lips and appeared and disappeared between her buttocks, glistening as it went in and out. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his thighs slapped against hers, his balls squeezing up at her buttocks with every thrust.

As the fires roiled and grew in his groin, Nikhil began to move faster. Holding Sonali by her hips, he swung his hips rapidly back and forth, jerking her cunt down onto his cock at the same time. She gasped and cried out, her face twisting with lust. Her body rocked under his, and her pendulous breasts jiggled and the gold chain around her neck tossed. Faster and faster he went, ramming and reaming his cock deep and hard into her, his buttocks flexing powerfully.

Sonali soared toward another orgasm, and her cunt spasmed and convulsed eagerly on his pistoning penis, making him moan joyously. Their cries grew louder and lewder and rang in Sameer's ears.

Suddenly, he jerked his cock out of her and flipped her over onto her back. She spread her legs and lifted one over his shoulder and stretched the other wide with her foot on the floor beside his and arched her hips up in hunger.

"Fuck me, Nikhil," she gasped. "Fuck me hard!"

Gasping, he squeezed his cock-head into her cunt, paused, took a deep breath and then, flexing his buttocks, his belly sucking inwards, he swung his hips forward and drove his cock deep into her with a single deep thrust.

"Ohmauhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhunhhh Ohhhhh god yes!"

Sonali cried out, her head snapping back, her face contorting, her mouth jerking open as his cock slid savagely deep into her. Her cunt spasmed frantically on his cock and he gasped, tossing his head and grinding his hips at her cunt. Without waiting for her, he started ram-fucking her, his buttocks jerking back and forth like a trip-hammer, his cock pistoning furiously in and out, back and forth, in and out.

Dark and gleaming and glistening and throbbing, it came out, then plunged in again, rivening her cunt-lips wide open. She cried out and jerked her cunt-lips further apart, thumbing her clitoris. She curled finger and thumb around his cock and felt it rasp in and out of her cunt. He gasped and rammed into her repeatedly. Her body jerked under his, her breasts jiggling, the nipples stiff and hard.

Faster and faster he went, gasping and moaning and crying out, his hips swinging back and forth. She came again, and, this time, there was nothing he could do to prevent his own deluge. He thrust into her quickly, once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven times, and then gasped his joy as his jizz spurted from his cock-head and shot in steaming jets into the damp furnace of her cunt.

Gasping and panting, he bent his head and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She murmured, her chest heaving, her breasts flattened against his chest and caressed his back
erotically. He tongued her ear.

"Thank you," he said. "That was fabulous."

"Are you done?" she asked, licking his nipple.

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"You were very good."

"Thank you," he repeated.

Slowly, he eased out of her and sat on the sofa, catching his breath. Sameer smiled and gave him a fresh drink. Sonali lay on the sofa, her cunt sticky with her guest's jizz, her body still tingling.

Sonali beckoned to her husband. He came across and she pulled his head down and whispered in his ear. He nodded and, chuckling, left the room. Nikhil heard him talking on the telephone, but couldn't make out what he was saying.

"What's up?" he asked Sonali.

She smiled and sat up. "Nothing much. A small surprise for you. You'll have to wait a few minutes for it, though. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Nikhil smiled. "I trust it will be exciting?"

"That I can assure you," she laughed.

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Sameer returned and, over his shoulder, called for the servant. Ganpat came in and smiled when he saw Sonali naked on the sofa.

Nikhil gaped. He had quite forgotten his demand that he be permitted to watch the servant fucking Sonali. She turned to him and smiled.

"I keep my promises," she murmured. "Now watch my servant fuck me."

She got to her feet and went across to Ganpat and wound her arms around him and tilted her face to his. He squeezed her buttocks and breasts and bent his head to hers and kissed her. Nikhil could see him push his tongue into her mouth. Slowly, she undid his tunic and pulled it off his torso. It was trim and muscular. She slithered to her knees and opened his trousers deftly. They puddled at his feet. His penis was long and dark and thick and, without further ado, she took it in her mouth and began to suck it. The servant chuckled, his eyes darting from her to Nikhil, and fucked her face gently, holding her head and rocking it back and forth, pumping his hips.

"C'mon, whore," he muttered. "Suck my prick, bitch. Suck it good!"

Sonali sucked Ganpat's cock steadily for several minutes. Her head rocked back and forth between his thighs and he pumped his hips at her face. She licked his cock-head lasciviously, pumping his shaft in one fist. At last, he pushed her head away. She rose to her feet and turned around with her back to him. She leaned against her servant's body, facing her guest, and turned her face to one side, looping her arm over Ganpat's neck and bringing his mouth down to hers. Nikhil watched the man squeeze her breasts and finger her cunt. Her buttocks squirmed against his rigid cock and she reached down for it.

"Fuck me, Ganpat," she muttered. "Fuck my cunt ..."

Ganpat grinned at Nikhil over her shoulder. "I've been fucking this whore since she was fifteen ... isn't that so, whore?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, it is."

Laughing, he moved her to the low wooden coffee-table in front of the sofa on which Nikhil sat. She knelt on its surface and Ganpat pushed her forward so that she was bent over with her hands on the floor on the other side of the table, and her buttocks were lifted up high to her servant. He stood behind her and pressed her buttocks open.

"First, I'm gonna fuck her cunt. Then her ass. Watch me," he announced.

Sonali groaned, her head hanging between her arms, her breasts pendulous. Slowly, Ganpat squeezed his cock into her cunt. She gasped, biting her lower lip, her head lifting. Chuckling, Ganpat squeezed his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. She cried out, trembling and gasping. Nikhil watched it disappear into her cunt.

He fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, holding her buttocks and rocking her body before him. Swinging his hips rhythmically, he drove his cock steadily in and out of her cunt, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Nikhil had to admit that the man was a superb lover, with immense control. Sonali gasped and whimpered, her body jerking under his thrusts, her breasts swinging. Ganpat fucked her steadily for several minutes, chuckling and smiling at Nikhil's expression.

"Now her ass," he said and slid his cock out of her cunt.

He pressed her buttocks wide open and pressed his cock-head to her anus. Sonali gasped and tensed. Ganpat took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks, slowly squeezed his cock into her asshole.
Sonali cried out thinly, her head snapping up.

Nikhil gaped as he watched her servant fucking her butt. Deeper and deeper he went and then began to fuck her rapidly, jerking his cock swiftly in and out of her ass.

Sonali's cries rang in Nikhil's ears. Her body jerked and her face was contorted with pain and lust. Ganpat gasped and grunted, moving steadily, going faster and faster. Sliding his hand under her belly, he began to finger-fuck her cunt at the same time. Sonali cried out, lurching and writhing, her buttocks rocking back and forth along her servant's shaft. Now her cries were lewd and obscene.

"Yes ... yes Ganpat yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... Ohhhhh yes ... yes ... fuck my ass hard Ganu ... fuck it harder! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhh unhh Ohhh god oh yes Ohhhh uhhhh yes-yes-yes-OHHHHHHYES!"

The servant obeyed and she cried out. Laughing at her, he clenched her hair and jerked her head up so that Nikhil could see the lust on her face. The servant laughed.

"Good, isn't she? I taught her myself!"

He fucked her ass rhythmically. Nikhil watched Ganpat's cock pistoning in and out of her ass. Suddenly, Ganpat pulled out of her butt and jerked her away roughly. She winced and cried out, but didn't protest. Chortling, Ganpat moved her on her back on the table, spreading her legs wide. He bent in a squat over her and, leaning forward, his hands on the floor on either side of the table, rammed his cock into her cunt with a savage thrust.

Sonali cried out and her body arched and twisted under his. As Nikhil watched, her servant began to ram-fuck her rapidly, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt. His buttocks bobbed, flexing and unflexing, and his cock pistoned like a trip-hammer. She cried out, kissing him, sucking his nipples, clenching his arms, begging him to fuck her harder, harder, harder. Her breasts wobbled under his thrusts.

Nikhil saw her orgasm and, seconds later, growling his satisfaction, the servant slammed into her repeatedly and then jerked his cock out of her. Gasping, he shook it and exploded, showering her petite body with thick streamers of hot jizz. He bent his head and kissed her and she moaned, returning the embrace, caressing her servant-lover tenderly. Ganpat got up and began to dress, chuckling softly.

"My god," Nikhil gasped in awe. "She's incredible."

Sameer grinned. Just then, the doorbell rang. He rose to answer it. "Hey, that's nothing. Wait till you see this!"

Nikhil was introduced to Vinod. He was a peon from her office, and a lover. She had asked him to come over and fuck her, just for Nikhil's benefit. They all moved to her bedroom. Sonali went into the bathroom and returned after a few minutes, washed and douched. Sameer started the video player.

A pornographic movie started playing, starring two lovely young women called Nisha and Nandini. Watching it, Sonali felt horny again. Vinod and she were naked on the large, well-sprung double-bed. It was a warm night, and his body was tacky with sweat. He felt the first erotic trickle of perspiration on his chest. He sat with his arms around her, his back against the headboard, his legs spread wide and she sat between his legs, leaning against his dark, solid body. Watching the movie, she tilted her head back, her head against his neck.

He caressed her neck and face and breasts gently. Her breasts were full and firm, and they grew hot and hard at his touch. He delighted in their weight and fullness. She hunched her shoulders and squeezed her breasts together, trapping his fingers between them. She turned her face to his and their lips met in a lingering kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips. He tweaked her nipples gently.

Sonali tensed, her body growing hot. Her legs spread apart, and her cunt was already wet. Vinod really turned her on. Vinod squeezed her breasts gently, thumbing her nipples. He was a handsome young lad, scarcely out of his teens. He was clean-shaven, with a square jaw and slightly hooked yet straight, strong nose. He had a sexy cleft in his chin. His eyes were smiling, deep-set, dark, the cheeks firm and hollowed, the mouth sexily masculine with the upper lip slim and the lower one straight and full.

He smiled often, his eyes crinkling, deep lines forming in his face. His hair was short and dark and curly. She loved his body. He wasn't very tall, but then neither was she. His cock was big: over nine inches long when erect, over an inch and a half thick and it would slide into her cunt like a sword into its sheath, a perfect fit, filling her cunt without hurting.

His shoulders were wide, broad, the chest deep and curved and hard, the belly hard and flat. His torso tapered in a sharp V and was quite hairless, even the armpits depilated. His hips were high, the waist narrow, and his legs and arms were long, with thick muscles bulging in them. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck.

Vinod moistened a fingertip in his mouth and gently caressed Sonali's breast-tips again. She shivered in delight, closing her eyes and leaning against his hard chest, her nipples stiffening even further, quivering in his fingers. He smiled as she gasped, her arms rising back to curl about his neck. They kissed again, and she sucked his tongue, taking it deep into her mouth, meeting it with her own in flickering, eager response.

The videotape ground on relentlessly, showing Nandini gasping and panting, hot and sweaty, being fucked steadily by two dark studs simultaneously in her cunt and mouth. The erotic music and sounds of sex fired Sonali's lust.

She slid down slightly and turned her face on his chest, her lips hovering over his nipple. He smiled down at her, caressing her lovely face. Sonali's sharp, pointed bright tongue snaked out and flicked at his nipple. He grunted as it swirled and coiled over the small sharp ridge of flesh. Then her lips widened and closed over it and she began to suck on it gently, with insistent pressure. She moved to the other nipple. He fondled her breasts and belly.

His fingers slipped between her shapely thighs. They slid apart and he drew his finger down her fuzzy slit to find it moist already. Vinod's body began to tingle with excitement, as her warm, moist mouth enveloped his nipples, her tongue flicking and teasing them. His cock throbbed and pulsed, hardening, pressing against her back.

Sonali squirmed against it, wanting it. She released his nipples and, her face suffused and softened with passion, the nostrils flared, breathing heavily, slid lower.

Vinod flicked a glance at Nikhil, for whose benefit they were putting on this performance. Vinod loved fucking for an audience, as did Sonali. Nikhil's eyes darted from the sexy film to the couple on the bed, obviously torn between temptations. On the screen, a lovely young woman named Nisha was crying out aloud as a dark man with an enormous penis fucked her cunt rapidly, thrusting it in and out of her body. She lay on her back, heaving and thrashing, moaning obscenely, begging him to fuck her harder and harder.

On the bed, Sonali slid lower still and Vinod spread his legs wide. He thought she looked even lovelier, her eyes glazed, the sexual hunger burning in tiny flames deep within the dark brown irises. She was down on her back now, her face between his thighs, his knees raised on either side of head. His cock was thickening rapidly against her face, growing hot and hard and thick and long.

She took it in her hand and began to caress her face with it. He grunted as her warm lips fluttered up and down its length, over the cock-head, down to the base of his shaft. She lifted it and ran her fiery tongue down its length, then dipped lower to tongue his heavy balls. They were big and the scrotum was relaxed and loose, the skin crinkled. His balls surged upward as her lips drew in each of the big testicles by turn, suckling gently on them.

His knees rose higher, spreading wider and her tongue slid instantly lower down the hard ridge beneath his balls to his puckered, tangy anus. Vinod gasped and arched and his cock throbbed erect as her tongue swirled about his asshole and slowly probed its dank recesses. He flung his head back, his hands on her head, his hips squirming in pure delight. He began to masturbate slowly over her face. Nikhil turned away from the screen and watched them in fascination.

Sonali could feel the heat of Vinod's loins against her face. Her head rose again, still upside down and now she craned her neck, her lips parting, and her long, sharp tongue flickered out to coil lovingly about his gorged cock-head as she flipped his foreskin back with practiced ease. His cock-head was already gorged and slimy with pre-cum gunk. It tasted heady, tangy and musky and the taste excited her.

Her lips slid up about his cock-head and he moaned loud and long, dropping his hips, his cock slipping deep into her mouth. It felt wonderful: her mouth was warm and moist, and she sucked his penis with a steadily increasing pressure, her tongue rolling and coiling and swirling incessantly at his cock-head. He fondled her breasts excitedly and felt her nipples quiver in his fingers.

"OHHHHHHhh ... uhhhh ... OHHHHH ...," Vinod gasped.

Sonali's legs rose and split wide. She reached down and pressed her cunt-lips open. The dark triangle of springy pubic hair was neatly trimmed and sparse. Vinod could see the glint of cunt-juice on her pubic hair. The sight of it aroused him even further.

Kneeling over her face, he leaned forward across her body. Instantly, her cunt arched to his face. He waited, his silver chain brushing cool and sexy against her belly and thighs, still fucking her mouth slowly, his hips pumping slowly and heavily over her face. Her mouth was hungry and eager, sucking harder and harder and her tongue rapped at his cock-head.

Now she took his balls in her fingers, fondling them, a slim finger probing into the cleft between his lean buttocks, pulling them open, pressing at his puckered anus. He grunted in pleasure, his head arching, eyes fluttering shut, his lips parted in a soft, heavy moan as he quite deliberately yielded and let her slip her fingertip into his ass. It felt wonderful, his cock in her mouth, her finger in his anus, and his excitement mounted. He felt her breasts press against his belly and thighs. His cock slid slowly in and out of her mouth.

At last, he bent his head to her dripping slit. He parted her cunt-lips carefully and she tensed beneath him. Then she arched suddenly, gasping, releasing her mouth-hold on his cock for a second as his tongue slid heavily into her cunt and moved downward. Her hips bucked and shook. He thrust his tongue in deeper, rolling it in and out, round and round, up and down her musky, tangy cunt. Her hips began to writhe and lurch under his face and he tongue-fucked her mouth rapidly and hungrily. Her juices flowed freely and he opened his mouth wide, flicking her gorged clitoris this way and that.

Sonali's cunt bucked at her peon's face and he felt her teeth nibbling delicately on his cock, her finger sliding even more deeply into his anus. He gasped and slid his cock deeper into her mouth. He pressed her buttocks apart and found her anus. It yielded at his touch and they went into a feverish sixty-nine, their mouths at each other's loins, their fingers in one another's assholes. Locked together, they rolled over gently so that she was on top of him and he beneath her. Her hips ground and pressed with increasing urgency at his face. Her cunt was streaming with love-juice. Her body squirmed over his, writhing and pressing taut to his, her nipples rock-hard against his thighs and belly. His cock was on fire in her mouth, her lips and teeth and tongue doing magical things.

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She hit the peak and he allowed her to crest over without any fear that she would therefore lose any of her ardour. She lifted her head, her hands gripping his shaft and jerking it feverishly as he thrust his tongue into her cunt, found her magic love button and began to suck and nibble on it. Her eyes were closed, the lovely lips parted in a wide ' O' of delight as she cried out, grinding her loins to his mouth. Her body jerked and rocked eagerly under his.

"OHHHHHHHh Vinod-Vinod-Vinod-Vinod uhhhhh OHHHhhhh uhhh OHHHH!" she went, exploding in his mouth.

The orgasm left her panting, shaking, flushed and sweating, and hankering for more. She swung off him, and bent her head to his lap again, taking him deep into her mouth, sucking and licking furiously on his cock, her hands curled about his shaft, jerking him up and down, her head bobbing and rising and falling faster and faster, her cheeks hollowing and billowing as she slurped and sucked noisily on it.

She paused, but only to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. Her lips and fingers and his cock shone with thick, sticky streaks of his pre-cum gunk. He moved her head with his hands, and craned his neck to watch the sight of her face bobbing between his strong thighs, his cock glistening as it went in and out, his hips pumping eagerly, fucking her mouth.

The fires in his loins were now almost unbearable. He felt his spunk surge and sizzle up and with a great effort he held himself in check, pushing her head away from his cock in the nick of time. She quelled her disappointment. She had wanted his spunk in her mouth, wanted to swallow and drink his jizz juice.

He read her mind. "You can have it later," he said in the vernacular. "Now get on my cock, whore! *Chulmerelundpechadhja*!"

She dawdled, gasping, her lips and fingers shining with his gunk. In his excitement, Vinod hit her breasts lightly. Sonali winced. Nikhil gaped at them, mesmerised. Obviously, his light blows only aroused her further. She slid up and was about to sit on his cock, when she stopped. Evidently, she had thought of something. She rummaged in a drawer in the bedside table and fished out a sexual aid. It was sheath of fine latex, curiously designed with a large hole in the head to permit actual ejaculation but with the rest of it covered by numerous randomly placed knobs and spikes and ridges of hard rubber. It was firm and taut and could hold an erection in place for a long time, besides providing increased enjoyment to the female. Vinod saw it and grinned with delight. Nikhil gaped. She saw his expression and smiled.

"You should try one of these, Nikhil," she said. "They're fantastic. Just watch!"

She caressed Vinod's body and penis, squeezing his balls. "Isn't he lovely, my peon? Such a lovely cock ...I love fucking him!"

Taking Vinod's erect penis in one hand, Sonali carefully slid the sheath over it. It was a snug fit, and his cock throbbed visibly, braced by the sheath. His cock-head popped out of the sheath as she tugged it into place. Sonali's face glowed with lust. She caressed his cock and smeared gunk from his cock-head on the sheath, lubricating it.

His cock was irresistible. She bent over it again and he gasped as her tongue swirled and coiled lovingly over his cock-head. Her lips were already apart and slowly, she slipped them around his cock-head, sucking gently. Vinod gasped and held still, fighting for control. Her thirst for his jizz was insatiable.

She relented reluctantly when he pulled at her head. Breathing heavily, her nostrils dilated, she slid across his lap, his cock in her hand, her cunt poised over it. He took his cock from her and his loins arched, hers dipped. She felt his cock-head burn at the portals of her cunt and she sucked in her breath sharply, holding it, quivering with excitement.

At last, with a shuddering *OHHHHHHH* and a hissing *Uffffff*, she let her hips sink slowly. Vinod gasped as her steaming slit slipped down about his cock-head. She leaned forward on outstretched arms, her shoulders hollowed, her face bent, her hair hanging in a fine curtain about her face, her face contorted with lust.

The gold chain around her neck with its pearl pendant and her breasts hung pendulous over his body. They waited, prolonging the delicious agony of the moment. Her hips began to sway and roll in taut little circles and her head arched slowly, her buttocks rolling over his motionless cock.

"OHHHHHHHhh Vin...ohhhhhh...d...," she moaned.

He caressed her hot body, cupping her breasts, fondling them. She gasped and winced. She could bear it no longer. She had to have it inside her. With a low moan, her hips sank lower and lower and she cried out loudly as the rough-sheathed shaft squeezed into her cunt, scbanging and raking her gorged clitoris.

Her cunt spasmed on his cock, hot and hungry and Vinod cried out beneath her, arching hard, his mouth jerking open in a cry of pure pleasure. Slowly, inch by glorious inch, her cunt slid down the length of his magnificent cock. As the sheath pierced her flesh, Sonali hissed again, her teeth gritted, then parting, her pointed tongue pressing sensuously against her upper.

Vinod's belly sucked in sharply with the incredible heat and tension of her cunt. Nikhil gaped at the sight of the sheathed cock disappearing into her vagina, the large spikes bending, the knobs popping inward, the ridges rippling through her cunt-lips.

At last, she had it all inside her cunt. She gasped, her breath short and sharp and rapid, her nostrils flared, lips parted, her eyes closed, her pretty face upturned. Vinod caressed her body, overwhelmed by an intense lust. She looked stunning, her shoulders hollowed. He noticed the dainty little beauty marks far behind her jaw and smiled with pleasure. He slid his hands up and down her body and back, thumbing her nipples, squeezing her breasts. Sonali shuddered and trembled. Her cunt was like a hot vice on his cock, clamped taut about it.

He slipped his hands down her back to her buttocks, parting the firm lobes gently. Sonali tensed, knowing what was coming, savouring it. Slowly, he drew his finger down the dark crevice between her buttocks, down to her anus and paused. She moaned. Her sphincter yielded, her cunt relaxed its stranglehold on his cock. Instantly, he slid his finger into her anus and heaved his hips, driving his sheathed cock deep into her cunt.

"VINN-NN-OHHHD! OHH UNHH VINOD-VINOD-VINOD!" she cried, ecstatically. "Ohhh yes! Oh ma unhhh yes! OHHhh unhh yes! Ohhh god yes-yes! Ohhhh fuck yes!'

He chuckled softly, his eyes rivetted on her lust-ridden face. He squeezed her breasts eagerly, and she groaned and writhed. Sonali and her peon began to fuck rapidly and hungrily. Her hips bucked and rolled and swung and bobbed frenetically over his heaving, gyrating loins. Her hair-rimmed cunt s lid up and down his shaft and she could feel his fiery heat through the latex sheath.

It seared in her belly with each thrust. She bucked and lurched back and forth on her hands and knees, the gold chain and her breasts swinging with her motions. She bent low and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

He gripped her buttocks and heaved under her. Nikhil could see her cunt rising and falling along the length of the young peon's penis, the shaft appearing and disappearing between her buttocks. She flexed her buttocks rapidly, squeezing his cock with her cunt and he gasped and reared into her. Her cunt rasped and squelched audibly, grinding down hungrily, swinging in erotic circles.

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD YES OH YES-YES-YES OHH UH OH VINOD-VINOD-VINOD UNHHH *HANH* UHHHH OH MA UH OH MA UH OH MA OH MA UH *HANH*!" she cried.

"Take it! Take it! Take my cock! Take it all you whore! Take it OHhhhh yes!" he gasped. "*Le*! *Lelemerelavdeko*! *Chul*, *saalirundi*! *Chul*!"

Abruptly, he jerked her down onto his cock and held her still. She moaned in frustration, but knew what he wanted. They waited for a moment while the imminence of their orgasms receded. Then, gingerly, still panting and moaning deep in her throat, her body glistening with sweat, she slid off his cock and, turning around, dropped in a low squat over his hips, with her back to him. She leaned forward, her feet on either side of his hips and supported herself on outstretched arms, presenting her buttocks and cunt to his cock. He maneuvered his cock between her thighs and again squeezed his cock-head into her. She gasped softly, biting her lower lip in tension and sank her hips, her cunt engulfing his cock slowly again. Her buttocks lobed outward, exposing her puckered anus to him.

Gently, Vinod pressed her buttocks further apart and pressed his forefinger at her asshole. Sonali gasped and stiffened, her head craning back, her back bowing, quivering in tension. Hollows appeared in her shoulders. Her nipples stood out stiff and nut-hard in their puckered aureoles. She yielded and he forced his finger into her ass again and began to twist it round and round and in and out.

Sonali moaned thickly as he finger-fucked her ass with his cock embedded deep in her cunt, his balls at her cunt-lips. His cock and his finger were now separated by the thinnest membrane of flesh. Every fibre of her being now screamed for release in exquisite agony.

Her hips writhed on his lap and he watched, fascinated, as her buttocks gyrated round and round on his finger and cock both of which were in her flesh now. She reached down and cupped his heavy balls, squeezing them in indication of her urgency. He grunted and his legs rose at the knees. Gently, slowly, he began to move beneath her, his powerful buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips pumping slowly up and down under her, heaving her up and down on his lap. Sonali moaned and arched, her hands flying to her breasts to squeeze them in agony, her head flung back, her mouth open in a wide 'O' of lust, her lovely hair hanging down her back.

Her hips moved in unison with his, her buttocks flexing and unflexing with his, her hips rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and down the sheathed length of his magnificent penis. Nikhil watched, rivetted, as her cunt slithered up, then rushed back down on his shaft, the knobs and spikes pressing and squeezing into her steaming cunt. Vinod slid his finger out of her ass, making her gasp. She squeezed her breasts in erotic excitement and then, leaning forward on her palms, began to move with better control, panting and gasping, moaning obscenely.

The peon's enormous cock appeared and disappeared between the creamy lobes of her buttocks. Faster and faster they went, her body tossing and bucking on his lap, her breasts bouncing. Moaning, she leaned back on one arm.

"Ohhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh," she gasped huskily.

Nikhil watched her finger her cunt with the other, and saw the young peon's swollen penis rushing in and out o f her body.

"C'mon, whore, c'mon! Take it, slut! Take my cock! C'mon, whore-bitch!" the peon replied. "*Chul* ... uhh *hanh* ... uhh *chul*, *rahndchul*!"

Again they paused to change positions. Now she turned about and knelt on the bed, her body angled forward and down, supported on her forearms, her face upturned. He knelt behind her, taking the sheathed cock in his hand and, pressing it between her buttocks, squeezed it into her tight-as-a-drum cunt. Moaning, his handsome head flung back, his belly sucking in with the exquisite strain, he pushed deeper and deeper, till he was inside her again.

She gasped and moaned in return, her eyes closed, her mouth in a wide 'O' of lust, her buttocks trembling, shaking and swaying with his thighs pinned to her derriere. Her breasts dangled hot and swollen, like juicy fruit, succulent. The gold chain around her neck hung free of her body. He held her hips and waist and began to fuck her with intense pleasure, rocking his hips slowly back and forth, driving his swollen and fiery cock in and out of her slit. As he fucked her, he rolled his hips, taking her from all angles, his cock probing every conceivable recess of her convulsing cunt.

The stiff spikes on the sheath bent and bowed as they scbangd past her gorged clitoris, making her shudder and moan; followed by the thick, round knobs that only heightened the pleasure; and then the long hard crisscross ridges that distended her cunt-lips to their fullest.

"OHH UNHh *hanh* ... *chul* ... *chul rundi chul* ... *le* ... *le mere lund koHANH*!" he cried. "C'mon whore ... take it! Take my cock!"

"OHHhhhhhhh Vinod ... Vinod ... VinNNNNnOHHHHhh ... Ohhhhd... *Hanh* ... oh ma uhhh *hanh* ... *le* ... *hanhle mujhe* take me! *Jorse chodh * fuck me hard! *Lemere chuth kohanh* take my cunt uhhh yes uh ohhhh ... OHHHhh ma uhhhhh *hanh* uhhhhh *hanh*!" she responded in a frenzy.

He pushed her further down, her shoulders on the bed, her face on its side and bent deeply over her, his hands thrusting under her body to cup and squeeze her turgid breasts, pinching her nipples. Sonali moaned and lurched, pinned under him, her legs spreading wider still, her back in a steep, almost painful arch, knowing that he would now fuck her hard and deep and fast.

He paused, took a deep breath, and then, without waiting for her, began to ram-fuck her cunt. Sonali's mouth snapped open, the breath driven from her in a rushing cry as he lifted his hips high then slammed them back down. Again and again his hips rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell, faster and faster and faster, his cock sheath now dripping with their juices, his cock-head glistening, the mighty shaft coming out then disappearing in an awesome rush.

His buttocks flexed and unflexed, his hips hammered vigorously back and forth, his awesome cock thundered in and out of her cunt, pillaging it. Now all three men were watching the couple on the bed, and the videotape ran out and the screen flickered unwatched. Sonali teetered on the brink of a wild orgasm and instantly, Vinod jerked out of her. Sonali gasped, moaning, almost weeping with frustration and joy.

Roughly, he spun her onto her back and, still kneeling between her splayed thighs, jerked her hips up high. She thrust her hands beneath her buttocks, supporting them and he spread his knees to lower himself slightly. Taking his cock in his hand, he quickly rammed it into her cunt again. Now her body was joined to his at the waist, her shoulders and neck and head on the bed, her face jerked to one side, her mouth open, her chest heaving.

He held her waist and kept ram-fucking her, thrusting with rapid, driving strokes, skewering her cunt, pistoning and sledgehammering in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, gasping and grunting with gutter obscenities. He slid his hands under her waist and supported her weight, leaving her hands free to fondle her jiggling breasts.

Her body jerked and snapped back and forth on the bed with each heavy thrust of his loins. Her hands flew down to her groin, pulling her cunt-lips even wider open, her finger forming a tight ring about his cock, feeling it rasp between them and into her flesh and out again and in again and out again and in again.

Finally, with a loud cry, arching and stiffening, she exploded wildly, her cunt clamping down on his cock like a hot vice, oozing hot juice over his cock. With a growl and a shudder he let her come and kept moving, rapidly forcing another orgasm, then another, then still a third.

At last, he released her, letting her sink to the bed with a loud whimper, sobbing with joy. He eased himself out of her and pulled off the sheath. He still hadn't come. With a grunt, he slid up over her chest, caressing her breasts with his cock, then moved higher. She understood and her lips parted again and he groaned as he pushed his cock into her wonderful mouth again. She sucked hard, licking and sucking his incredible cock.

He fucked her mouth heavily, moaning and gasping, till finally it was too much for him. He growled and let his hips sink even as she probed his anus with her finger. His cock slid into her mouth, going down deep and then he stiffened. She felt his cock throb, his spoot surge forth and readied herself in the nick of time as the huge flood of his jizz came spewing out into her mouth, jetting down her throat and spreading in a crawly flood over her lips and neck and down over her still-gorged breasts, slaking her thirst for his seed.

Nikhil rose to his feet. He shook hands with Sameer and kissed Sonali gently on the lips. She was still lying on the bed, panting and gasping, with Vinod's body half across hers. Nikhil nodded at Vinod and Ganpat and Sameer saw him out. As he left, he looked over his shoulder and saw her beckon to Ganpat, inviting him to bed. Ganpat was already stripping. Nikhil saw him slide into bed. She smiled, giggled and turned to kiss her servant's penis and slowly took it in her mouth. Shaking his head, he stepped out.

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"Have a drink? One for the road?" Sameer asked.

"Yes, thank you. I need one."

They returned to the living room, and Sameer refreshed his glass. Nikhil sipped the liquor and closed his eyes as he felt the warmth trickle into his belly.

"She's incredible," he murmured, sitting down.

"Mm. I know."

"You're a lucky man."

"Thank you."

Nikhil could hear her fucking her two servants in the bedroom.

"Would you like to go back and watch some more?" Sameer asked. "She'll be taking them both now."

"No, thank you. I've seen enough for tonight." He finished his drink and rose. "I must be off. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes."

"Where do you want to meet?"

"At my office."

"Two-thirty?"

"Fine."

Sameer shut the door behind Nikhil and returned to the bedroom. Sonali, Vinod and Ganpat were locked in a menage. He watched the two servants fucking his pretty wife. Vinod was fucking her mouth, Ganpat her cunt from the rear. Sameer grinned and shook his head. She was incorrigible. He lit a cigarette and settled down to watch the tape of Nisha and Nandini again. He would fuck her when the servants had finished with her. He knew it would end with them taking her in cunt and ass together, something she dearly loved. He stripped and began to masturbate as the movie started.

Half an hour later, Ganpat and Vinod finished fucking Sonali, coming simultaneously in her cunt and ass. They left and she went into the bathroom. Sameer watched the tape. It was an excellent film, and Nandini and Nisha looked stunning.

He watched it through, rewound it, and returned it to its box. Yawning and stretching, he turned to the bed. Sonali was lying on her front, naked. He smiled to himself. He felt enormously randy. His cock was erect, fully nine and a half inches long, over an inch and a half thick, the balls loaded, full of juice, bursting and aching for release.

He moved onto the bed over her and she gasped in surprise as he kissed the nape of her neck, tongued her ear gently, nibbled her lobe, kissed her cheek. She felt his cock at her thighs and her buttocks.

"Fuck me?" she murmured.

"With pleasure," he chuckled, kissing her slowly, his tongue slithering into her warm mouth, tasting her other lovers' jizz on her lips and cheeks and tongue. It excited him.

She rose under him, arching her buttocks and hips, on her hands and forearms, her buttocks thrust back at him in flagrant, open invitation. She reached down to part her cunt-lips wider for his cock. Her breasts and the gold and pearl chain hung pendulous on the bed as he knelt behind her, cock in his hand. He squeezed it slowly into the cleft between her buttocks, pushing it into her dripping, sticky, warm cunt.

Sonali gasped and moaned, hissing loudly and sharply as she felt the electric touch of his enormous cock-head in her fiery cunt. Her head arched, her lips fluttered open into a wide 'O' of lust, her eyes half-closed.

"Yes ... mmmm ... stick it all in Sameer ... and fuck me ... I want to feel it ... all of it ... come on ... shove it in deeper .. ahhhhhh yes ... mm, that's it ... more, baby more ... deeper ... ohhhh yes yes ... oh that's so good ... yeh ... oh god yes ... Ohhh uhhh yes ... god, you're so hot ... so hard in there ... god, it feels so good ... do it baby ... take me ... fuck me hard ..."

He inched his cock length into her till it was buried in her cunt to the hilt. Sonali moaned, feeling it throb and pulse, a hot, gunk-filled cattle prod embedded in her flesh, big enough to make her feel it would pierce her belly, erupt from her throat, tear her asunder. He gasped as her cunt spasmed and clamped on his cock. He began to move his hips in slow, grinding circles, mashing her cunt flesh with his massive pestle.

Sonali whimpered. Her breasts were hot and turgid, the nipples nut-hard, painful. She cried out when he leaned forward and pinched them, twirling them hard in his fingers, then squeezed the hot mounds, marvelling at their form and size, crushing and rolling them together.

"C'mon baby ... fuck me ... please ..." she moaned deeply. "Fuck me hard, Sameer ... fuck me like a bitch ... Ohhh god come on come on ... please! Ohhhhh yes ... ohhh god Sameer that's so good!"

Her hips were rocking beneath his, swaying from side to side in the heat of pleasure. Sameer straightened and slid his buttocks back a bit, moving his cock slowly out of her, till only half the cock-head was inside her, his cock seemingly extruded by the red-hot centrifuge of her cunt. Sonali's cunt and clitoris tingled for his touch again. She rocked back on her knees and arms, her cunt slowly sliding down the length of his shaft till her buttocks were against his thighs, taking him deep into her again.

He held still and let her move for the nonce. She hit a rhythm, gasping and moaning, rocking back and forth, moaning and crying out eagerly, her body rocking and jerking under his, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his cock, making it disappear, then emerge, then disappear again, between the creamy lobes of her buttocks.

With every downthrust, her buttocks lobed outward, revealing the puckered flesh of her anus. He fingered her asshole, heard her tense and quiver and moan in excitement, and slowly slid his finger into her bottom. Sonali's body blazed with lust and heat.

"Ohhh yes! Yes Sameer yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasped.

His head was bent to watch the sight of his cock going in and out, in and out. He held her hips, her waist, her buttocks, her breasts, fondling her. Her breasts and the gold chain swung back and forth as she rocked beneath him. She lifted one hand to her breast, fondling it in a frenzy as the fires grew.

He saw it and took over. He held her still, his hands on her hips and began to fuck her with long, steady, deep, skewering thrusts of his hips, rolling his buttocks in unpredictable circles, taking her cunt from all angles. Sonali cried out in joy, her head arching, her buttocks writhing and twisting, pumping and heaving as he took her. He pounded steadily in and out, in and out, in and out, pausing at each top stroke, then coming down into her with a roll and a thrust. Out. Pause. In with a roll, pause.

Out again, and pause, in with a roll, pause, and then in and out and in and out and in and then in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out. In-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out, he went; his hips went back and forth, swinging steadily like a mechanised jack-hammer, his cock glistening and gleaming as it stroked and pistoned powerfully out of her cunt, rasping against her inflamed clitoris.

She reached down to finger it, moaning and crying out, a series of *Oh's* and *Uh's* and *Ah's*, saying *fuck me yes yes yes ohh uhh yes yes yes*. He was gasping, head flung back, eyes hooded, mouth open, belly sucked in, pumping away, crying *take it bitch, take it all ... mmmm ohhhhh yeh yeh yeh take it yeh that's it yes ... take it ... take my cock!*

Sonali bent forward more steeply, her back bent and arched low, her neck craned up, her breasts crushed against the counterpane, to let him take her hard and fast. Sameer paused and moved his legs, rising to his feet in a deep squat astride her buttocks, his hands clenching her buttocks painfully. He groaned as her cunt convulsed on his cock. He paused, regaining control.

"Take it take it take it bitch yeh yeh yeh!" he cried as he began to fuck her furiously.

"Oh UH OH UH OH UH OH OH OH UH OH GOD OH YES!" she cried.

His buttocks bobbed and bounced and rose and fell and rose and fell furiously, flexing and relaxing alternately as he hammered away, ram-fucking her cunt, driving his huge pole deep into her cunt, rasping and squelching and scbanging into her. Sameer's penis distended her cunt-lips wide open, the enormous, dark, vein-ridged shaft rasping at her clitoris and cunt-lips as it drove into her, rushing down into its scabbard, pumping, rising, pumping.

Their hunger for it was uncontainable. He jerked out of her, making her cry out and she turned instantly, aching for his cock.
He leaned back on the bed, his superb body supported on one outstretched arm behind him, his feet on the bed, hips up high, off the bed altogether and yanked her head to his loins. She sucked his cock without further ado, taking him deep into her mouth, his fingers dug into her lovely hair. He jerked her head up and down, up and down, his hips pumping, his body slanted away and angled on the bed, his hand moving her head rapidly up and down, up and down as he fucked her warm, moist, lovely mouth.

She loved the feel and taste and weight of his cock in her mouth. She cupped his balls, feeling the weight of their juice, wanting his seed in her mouth, tasting the pre-cum gunk. She sucked hard, let go, sucked hard, let go.

"Yeh ... oh yeh ... suck it ohhh god yes!" he growled.

Sonali sucked his cock furiously, her head jerking and bobbing over his groin, her tongue working his cock-head frantically.

He took her again, slowly at first. She turned on her back, spreading her legs wide and he bent over her, between her legs, letting her curl her fingers lovingly about his sticky cock, and guide it into her cunt. He gasped as her cunt clamped like a suction pump over his cock-head, a veritable whirlpool that sucked him in deeper and deeper, inexorably, ineluctably, till his lance was embedded in her flesh to the hilt.

They began to move together, her legs wound about his hips at first, keeping him deep inside her as they rocked together, hips pumping and heaving and writhing, kissing each other deeply, hungrily. He paused and she moved her legs, lifting them high, folded over her torso, her hands on the insides of her thighs so that he could take her even deeper.

He went in slowly again, fucking her with slow, heavy, skewering thrusts, gasping and growling in hard lust, making her whimper and moan, her face contorted with lust, twisted to one side as he stroked slowly in and out, in and out. Then his hands were on the insides of her thighs, her legs hooked over his shoulders and he was going faster still, ramming in and out, in and out, in and out.

He paused and straightened, her hips rising with his, her body bent in a deep arch away from him. He fondled her breasts, she fondled them in turn and moaned obscenely. He bent over her again, spreading his legs, levering her thighs wide apart.

She tensed, knowing what would happen next. He began to fuck her rapidly again, driving his enormous pole in and out, up and down out of her cunt, his head flung back, gasping, their bodies streaming with sweat, droplets splintering off them, her breasts and chain jiggling and jogging as he pounded her cunt with his battering ram, moving it like a piston, his buttocks bobbing and bouncing furiously over her thighs, taking her like a two-bit whore.

Faster and faster he went, her body snapping and jerking, her cries louder still, rising and ringing in his ears, and still he went on, even after she hit one orgasm, then another, then a third, a fourth, a fifth, her body shaking and shuddering as he took her relentlessly. Faster and faster he went, pounding away, gasping and groaning, slamming his cock savagely in and out of her cunt, crying obscenely.

"Oh yeh take it! Take it baby take it! Take my cock, bitch ohhhhh yes!"

"Ohhhhhh Unhh Ohhh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Ohhhhhh!" Sonali cried.

At last, she felt him growl and stiffen inside her, slow down, pause, pull out, thrust in with a deep, skewering, punishing stroke, once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven times, and then, at long last, came the sweet relief of his orgasm as he growled and thrust into her and stiffened and quivered and shot and shot and shot, emptying his tanks of their burning fuel-load into her sizzling cunt.

The next afternoon, Nikhil kept the appointment. At the office, Sonali led him to the conference room and handed him the contract. He signed it blind, then leaned back and read it. As he turned the pages, his eyes grew larger, his jaw dropped open in amazement. He looked up at last, incredulous, his mind scarcely believing what he had just read. They had let him off lightly. The terms were not onerous, but eminently fair and reasonable.

"You approve?" she asked softly.

"I ... I don't ... I didn't expect ... my god!" he gasped at last.

Sameer grinned, Sonali smiled. "Yeah, we figured you weren't such a bad sort, cock, didn't want to make it too difficult."

"Difficult? This is better than I would have got *without* the bet, damn it!"

"I know," Sonali said. "But you were good in bed, and that mattered, you see."

"My god!" he cried again. "You mean you're letting all that money go, just because you liked making love with me?"

"No. Not making love. Fucking. Remember that."

"Fucking. I see. You liked fucking me, so ... I don't believe this. I just do not believe this!"

"Well, you've signed it."

"Thank god for that!" Nikhil gasped, leaning back in the chair, closing his eyes.

Then he smiled, and they all laughed. They shook hands on the deal. As he left, Nikhil turned to Sonali.

"Can I see you again?"

She turned to Sameer, who grinned, and then turned back to him and laughed prettily.

"Of course. That was part of the deal. That term remains. Though I'm sure you'll understand why we can't put it into the written contract."

She kissed him and squeezed his penis through his trousers. "I have an idea, though."

"What?"

She unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis. "I think we should have a contract, after all. An oral contract."

Nikhil laughed, but Sonali was already on her knees, kissing his penis and taking it in her mouth again. He groaned and closed his eyes. It was the best deal he had ever made.








End of Part 13 THE GUEST WHO CAME AT DINNER

Next Last Part 14 AS THE COCK GROWS

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In the quiet murmur of daybreak, the scbang of the broom is unnaturally loud. It is repeated steadily, in a hypnotic rasp. Nalini, the sweeper, shuffles across the sprawling penthouse terrace garden, her body bent forward. Her left arm is turned behind her, her hand curled to rest on her slim buttock, the palm out.

With her other hand, she moves the broom rhythmically from left to right, her bangles tinkling softly. The dawn breaks quietly over the city. A cool breeze plucks at her printed cotton *sari*. She pauses and straightens, the fallen leaves in a tidy pile at her feet. She lifts her hand to pull the *pallu* of her *sari* over her head. She wears it in the Gujarati fashion, the long *pallu* over her right shoulder and down her front.

She is slender, dusky, attractive. Her face is a planed oval, with high cheekbones and a clear forehead. Her eyes are large and doe-like, rimmed with the dark *kajal* she prepares herself once a week. Her nose is fine and straight, her glossy raven hair caught in a neat bun behind her head, accentuating the lovely sweep of her long neck. She walks with an immensely graceful, utterly natural yet tempting swing of her hips. Her body is lovely, her breasts high, firm, sloping, tipped with long nipples that stiffen quickly in arousal at the slightest stimulus.

Her belly is flat, the waist nipped in. Her hips flare to long, shapely legs. Her hands and feet are slim and elegant, the wrists and ankles slender. Her tight blouse has a deep V-neck that plunges sharply into the valley between her breasts. It is cut high and short, its lower hem running hard under her breasts which jut out provocatively like succulent fruit, the fleshy mounds squeezed together by the tightness of the garment and deepening her prominent cleavage. She wears nothing under either the *sari* or the blouse. Her *sari* is slung low, well below her navel, looping down in a sexy curve from her high hips. With the blouse short and the *sari* low, a lot of her dusky midriff is exposed.

Pausing in her work, she turns her head, her hand over her eyes to shield them from the brightness of the rising sun, looking for her husband, Hasmukh, who works mornings with her. She cannot see him. Dropping the broom at her feet, she walks across the dewed lawn to the penthouse to look for him. As she nears it, she hears a sharp, high cry, a sound she knows well, and, smiling to herself, quickens her step.

The French windows to the master bedroom are flung wide, the curtains drawn back. She knows that this is a house without secrets and does not hesitate to enter - she has been here often before, used it herself, knows it well. She steps in with the sunlight. Her feet sink into the deep pile of the carpet that covers the floor.

Her husband is within. He is naked, and he is in bed with Sunnu, the mistress of the house.

Sunnu is astoundingly beautiful. She is tall and fair with an impossibly perfect face. Her nose is fine, the mouth full and luscious, the *kohl*-rimmed eyes like almonds, with long lashes. She has high cheekbones and a clear forehead. Her hair, long and thick, dark with an auburn tint, is in disarray now, fanned across the counterpane. Her neck is incredibly long and graceful. She wears a thin, long gold necklace. A solitary gold bracelet is on one wrist. Her body is stunning - superb breasts, large and firm and high, beautifully shaped like mangoes, with long nipples.

Her belly is firm and flat and her hips are sweetly flared. Her buttocks are firm and trim. Her legs and arms are smoothly turned, slender, her feet and hands elegant. Her complexion is flawless, like creamy satin. There is not an ounce of surplus flesh on her. She is sleek, long-limbed, near perfect.

She is on her back now, sucking Nalini's husband's penis. He kneels across her face, his legs spread wide, his hands gripping the wrought-iron bedstead. Encircling his cock and balls with the fingers of one hand, she rocks her head rapidly up and down between his thighs, sucking hard. His cock is long and thick and hard and dark and it glistens and shines with her ministrations, distending her face with its size. Hasmukh gasps and moans and pumps his hips as he fucks her face, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. His head is bent to watch his mistress suck him off.

"Give me the pills!" he cries suddenly. "*Goli* *de* *mujhe*!"

Without pausing in her cock-sucking, Sunnu fumbles for a bottle of pills on the bedside table and gives it to him. She sucks his cock harder now, working it wildly with her tongue, her head rocking furiously up and down under him. Hasmukh grunts and flips open the cap of the bottle with one hand, the other on her head.

He tilts the bottle into his palm; several capsules and vials spill out, scatter on the bed and floor. He snaps a vial under his nose, inhaling sharply and deeply, then throws his head back and, opening his mouth, pops three pills.

The effect of the drugs is astonishing. His cock swells visibly. His hard body arches, muscles cording and popping in his shoulders and chest and arms and thick neck. His belly snaps inward. His hips surge forward. He gasps loudly.

"Oh fuck yes! Suck me, whore! Suck me hard! *Choos* *mujhe*! *Jorse* *choos*!"

His orgasm is almost immediate, and violent. He gasps again, sharply, and thick, sticky jets of his gunk spurt from his cock-head. Sunnu has sensed his orgasm in time and she opens her mouth wide just as he begins to come so that he can see his thick jizz jetting down her throat, spattering her face and cheeks.

She pumps his cock vigorously and his seed splashes on her breasts. She swallows what she can, licks her fingers and lips lasciviously. Her head sinks back into the soft pillows and she smiles dreamily up at her lover. Gunk dribbles between her breasts; she runs her fingers through it, massages it into her skin, licks her fingers again, scoops up more off her cheeks, laps at that, too. Hasmukh chuckles softly.

His cock is still hard; Nalini knows the effect of the drugs. As she watches, her husband bends and kisses their mistress, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She murmurs softly in pleasure, looping a lovely arm around his broad, powerful shoulders. He is a strongly-built man, dark and tall and with rough-hewn good looks. His shoulders are wide and his chest is broad and deep. His arms and legs bulge with muscle.

His belly is hard and flat, his waist narrow, his hips high, his buttocks taut. His torso is matted with fine, dark, curly hair. His penis is big, about nine and a half inches in length, nearly two inches thick. His balls are heavy and low. Nalini knows that he is a powerful and demanding lover, and has penchant for bedding women socially superior to him. It turns him on to fuck them hard and rough like cheap whores.

He enjoys making them beg. It gives him a sense of social standing and worth, restores a social imbalance in his own eyes. Not that he is any less satisfying when he has sex with women of his own societal level, but with the *memsahib*s he pushes himself further.

Nalini watches her husband break the lingering kiss, plucking at Sunnu's lips. She swirls her tongue through his ear.

"Fuck me with your tongue, Hasmukh," she murmurs. "Lick my slit.
*Mere* *chuth* *ko* *chaat*."

Smiling, Hasmukh slides down her body, kissing her breasts, licking the gunk-flecked nipples, whipping them with his tongue. Sunnu shivers and moans softly. He drags his tongue through his own jizz and kisses her, dribbling his seed from his tongue onto hers. It is an inordinately erotic sight to watch. He returns to her breasts, laps more gunk on his tongue, smears her face with it. He is like an animal - and she loves it.

She moans her passion, licking the sticky fingers he presses to her lips. Sliding a hand down her belly, he presses his hand to her cunt. She groans and arches under him. Slowly, he sucks one breast, drawing the turgid mound into his mouth, then moves to the other, nibbling and biting gently on the hard nipple. She gasps, running her fingers lovingly through his thick, dark hair. Her squeezes both breasts together and sucks them simultaneously.

"Yes ... oh god yes ... c'mon! Lick me!" she whimpers through clenched teeth.

Chuckling softly, Hasmukh slithers lower, his tongue tracing a long trail down her firm belly, licking at dainty dewdrop of his own gunk in her navel. Lower he goes, and lower still, nuzzling the dark delta of her pubic fuzz. She groans and forks her legs wide apart, claws her cunt-lips open. Her knees bend. Hasmukh bends, pries open her cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand and thrusts his face into her crotch. Sunnu gasps.