Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her back arches and her hips lurch. Hasmukh's tongue flickers in her cunt, probes, slides in and out, whips this way and that. He pushes a finger into her cunt, then another and begins to masturbate her even as he continues licking her slit. Sunnu cries out, her head snapping to one side, her eyes closed. She holds his head and moves it round and round between her thighs. Her hips heave and buck under his face. Her moans and loud and obscene.

"Yes! Oh ma uh oh god yes! Lick me! Lick my slit! *Chaat* *mujhe*! *Chaat* *mere* *chuth* *ko*!" she cries.

Hasmukh tongue-fucks her relentlessly as his wife watches, getting steadily hornier by the second. On the bed, Sunnu's body writhes and thrashes. She squeezes her breasts in a frenzy, lifting and crushing them hard. She grips her head to her crotch. As Nalini watches, she gropes for the aphrodisiac. She snaps a vial under her nose, pops several capsules and instantly orgasms. She shudders and gasps, and her back snaps taut in steep bow. Her groins jerks up at his face and twitches violently. Hasmukh lifts his head and thrusts four fingers deep into her cunt and masturbates her furiously. She cries out in joy.

At last, gasping and whimpering, she subsides. Hasmukh moves up over her and her legs fork wide on either side of his hips. She spreads her cunt-lips open for his cock with one hand, the other on his penis, guiding him into her.

"Fuck me," she groans. "Fuck me ... *Chodh* *mujhe* ."

"*Kyon*, *bahut* *khujli* *hain* *kya*?" he teases her. "Your cunt's burning, eh?

"*Hanh*," she replies. "*Hanh*, *hain*. *Tere* *lund* *ke* *liye*. Yes ... it is ... for your cock!"

Hasmukh pauses with his cock at her cunt-lips. Nalini watches as he flexes his buttocks slowly and squeezes his cock into her cunt. She gasps and sinks her teeth into the powerful pads of muscle in his shoulders. He winces and forces her face to his and kisses her roughly. His hips dip and his cock sinks inexorably into her cunt, going in deep.

Sunnu murmurs softly, writhing in pleasure under her servant-lover. Her legs split further open and her feet climb the backs of his thighs. She clenches his buttocks, pinning his cock in her cunt.

"Mmm ... yes ... Ohhh yes ... oh god yes ... that's so good ... fuck me loverboy ... fuck me hard ... ohh yeh ... god, 1 love your cock in my cunt ..." He cannot understand her words, spoken in English, but her meaning is plain.

"*Ab teri chuth aisi marunga, aisi marunga rahnd, dekti rehna*!" he growls. "Now I'm gonna fuck your slit so hard, so fucking hard, bitch ... just watch!"

Hasmukh begins to fuck her. His hips rise and fall and swing back and forth. His cock strokes steadily in and out of her cunt. Nalini can see the dark shaft appearing and disappearing into Sunnu's slit. His balls press against her cunt-lips with each downthrust. His cock glisten with their coital juices.

Sunnu grips his head and kisses him hungrily. Her hands slide down his strong body, caressing the matted torso and she clenches his lean hips. He spreads his legs and levers her thighs wider apart. He plunges into her hard now and chuckles as she cries out and arches in shock under him, her cunt jerking up to his groin.

"Take it you whore," he grunts obscenely in the vernacular. "Take my cock you fuckin' bitch ... c'mon slut ... take it ... yeh ... that's it ... take it, you fuckin' slut, take it! *Lele* *rundi*! *Le* *mere* *lavde* *ko*, *saali* *rahnd*! *Chul*! *Le*!"

Their bodies slap together as they move faster and faster. Now his cock is slamming and reaming hard and deep into her cunt. Each thrust makes her gasp and jerk under him. He moves faster and her body rocks under his thrusts, her breasts bouncing. Her long neck arches, her face tilts, her eyes close. Her mouth is open and she moans and gasps, baring her perfect teeth in a rictus of lust. Her body jerks and snaps and the bed rocks and bounces on its strong springs. Her feet lock behind his pumping buttocks.

Moving faster, he rises on powerful outstretched arms, his body angled over hers. His buttocks pump and piston rapidly now. His hairy torso is covered in a film of sweat. He flings his head back and grunts loud obscenities and rolls his hips and skewers her from all angles. She claws at him, digging into the thickly muscled arms. His big, thick, long cock gleams and glistens as it strokes in and out of her cunt, emerging and disappearing from its sodden folds. Her cries are shrill and eager.

"OHHHHHHHH uhhhh OHhhh Hasmukh-Hasmukh-Hasmukh uhhhhh hanh uhhh hanh uhhhh Ohmauhhh hanh uhhh ahhhhh!" Sunnu cries.

"*Chul* ... *chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *hanh*! *Chul* *le *... *hanh* *le* *mere* *lund* *ko* ... C'mon, whore ... take it! Take my cock! *Hanh* uhhh ohhhhh uhhh *hanh*!" he responds.

Moving furiously now, panting and gasping, his cock ramming and thrusting deeply in and out, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, he fucks her savagely. Her cunt lurches up and down under him. Her face is even more beautiful in animal lust. Her nostrils are flared and she moans and pants loudly. Her body arches and lurches beneath him and her swollen breasts jiggle and bounce. She crushes them in her hands in a frenzy of excitement and moans feverishly.

"Oh fuck yes ... fuck me Hasmukh ... yes ... come on, you motherfucker ... fuck my cunt ... ohhh god yes ... shove your cock into my slit baby ... take me take me like a whore, lover! Do it! *Chul* *madarchuth* ... *chodh* *mujhe*! *Jorse* *chodh*! *Rundi* *jaisi* *chodh*!"

Hasmukh pauses and rears upright on his knees. Holding her waist and buttocks, he lifts her hips high and rams her cunt down hard onto his cock. Flinging his head back, his belly sucked in with the strain, he continues to fuck her with rapid, pistoning, trip-hammer thrusts, his buttocks and hips slamming back and forth with an erotic snapping motion. Sunnu's body is arched and angled away from his. Her shoulders are on the bed, her hips high in the air, her head flung back.

Her breasts jerk and jiggle violently under his thrusts as he ram-fucks her faster and faster and faster. Sunnu's face contorts with lust and she stretches her hands to her groin, her breasts squeezing between her arms, and claws her cunt-lips open. He jerks his hips back and forth. The thin gold chain around her neck is looped tight against her throat. Sweat splinters off their bodies.

The sight arouses Nalini immeasurably and she feels a hot flush spread over her body, a sudden gushing between her legs. She wants to fuck. She wishes Sunnu's husband, Gautam, was here. He has the body of a god and is the greatest lover she has ever known. Unfortunately, he is out of town. She must find herself another. In this house that will not be a problem.

On the bed, Sunnu and Hasmukh have changed position. Now Sunnu is on her front, on her forearms and knees, her buttocks thrust back at him. Hasmukh kneels behind her and presses his cock between the lobes of her buttocks.

"Want it in your ass, bitch?" he snarls. 'Want me to fuck your butt? *Gaand* *mein* *chahiye*?"

"Later," she gasps. "First fuck my cunt ..."

Nalini watches her husband take his throbbing penis in his hand and squeeze it quickly between the creamy lobes of her buttocks into her cunt. He gasps and she moans and jerks forward as his cock sears into her. Nalini knows how good it feels. His hands on Sunnu's hips, Hasmukh begins to move again, now in a measured, rhythmic tempo.

Nalini stares at the sight of his cock pistoning steadily in and out of her mistress' cunt, appearing and disappearing, her husband's balls slapping at her buttocks. She is deeply aroused. Her cunt is already wet and her breasts feel heavy and turgid and her nipples are hard. She slips out of the room to find herself a lover.

She returns to the living room and hurries to the kitchen. The servants' quarters are beyond. She knows that Babu and Gopal and Rajashree and Suman will be there. In the foyer of the three-room suite, she notices the broad tiled staircase that zigzags up to the overhead terrace. She knows that there are water tanks on the terrace that feed the house and pool. She mounts the stairs quickly, her bangles and anklets tinkling softly.

She is in luck. Wasim is still asleep. He is a new recruit to the stables of Gautam's sex empire. Ostensibly a servant, he is here for the final test of sexual prowess. She knows that he has done well through the earlier, elimination rounds. Nalini herself has seen him in action, servicing Suman and Rajashree and Falu over the past few days. To get this far, he must have been pronounced satisfactory by most of the other woman on the circuit: Harsha, Hansa, Dipti, Susan, Smita, Kuntal, Priyam, Nisha, Shobha, Rajashri, Neha.

Here, he will finally get to fuck Sunnu. If he sates her, he will join the stud farm. Then he will be given roles in films, will perform on stage and pose for stills and service clients at the Hotel Apistia, the five-star luxury deluxe 'whoretel' owned by Gautam through his international conglomerate, Hedon & Venery. They pay exceptionally well, and the fucking is superlative. Nalini has first-hand experience: for the last couple of years, she has been on the circuit herself, after she was graduated from Hedon & Venery's swallow college.

Wasim is a handsome man, dark and tall, exceedingly well-built. His face is slightly rounded, but handsome, clean-shaven and firm-chinned. He has a strong nose and a full, sensual mouth. His eyes are set wide and deep and his hair is thick and swept back, the forehead broad and high. His body is attractive. His shoulders are broad, the chest deep and curved, the belly hard and flat. The hips are high and narrow, the buttocks firm, the legs and arms long and thick with muscle. His torso is a sharp V, the chest cleanly, clearly defined by its musculature.

It is totally devoid of hair; even his armpits are depilated. His nipples are short and stiff in small, dark aureoles. He sleeps on his back on a narrow pallet on the floor, the covers flung back around his knees. There is a thick bulge between his legs. He is clad only in a pair of loose shorts and nothing else.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nalini pauses to admire his physique, her lust mounting steadily as her eyes glide over his body. Silently, she unwinds her sari and lets it fall to her feet. She unbuttons her blouse and tugs open the knot to the drawcord of her petticoat. It rustles to her feet. She is naked. Her breasts are swollen hard, her nipples already stiff. Her cunt is moist. She cups her breasts and squeezes them, then fondles her cunt. Her pulse quickens, the adrenaline pumps through her veins and her body glows with the flush of sexual arousal.

Careful not to startle him into wakefulness, she drops to her knees beside him. He smells musky and erotic. His chest rises and falls evenly in sleep. Holding her breath, Nalini bends her head over his belly. He stirs in his sleep as her cold *mangalsutra* brushes against his thighs. She presses her lips to his belly, fumbles open the clasp of his shorts and flicks open the fly buttons. Gently, she parts the thin material. Wasim mutters in his sleep. Her eyes flicker to his face. He sleeps on.

She smiles and bends her head again. His cock is wonderful, dark and long, about eight inches in length, an inch thick, with heavy, low balls. It springs from a thick thatch of pubic hair. It is circumcised. She is pleased, knowing from experience that he will last long.

She slides her hand into his shorts and curls her fingers lovingly about the thick penis and lifts it free. She bends low and her tongue snakes out and swirls about his cock-head. Wasim grunts and his hips lurch. This time, she does not pause. jerking his penis in her fist slowly, she flicks and coils her pointed tongue sinuously around his cock-head.

His cock thickens rapidly and he wakes. He sees her, an attractive woman, naked, her face flushed with desire, her head bent and mouth open over his loins, his penis in her hand. He smiles. He doesn't know her, but it doesn't matter. In this house, personalities count for nothing. Sex is the only truth.

He sighs softly as her warm lips part and slip down around his cock-head and part of his shaft, engulfing it. It is wonderful. Her mouth is warm and moist and hungry, and she sucks him eagerly, doing delightful things to his cock and balls with her tongue and teeth. Evidently, she is an adroit love-mate. He cranes his head to watch. Her face is distended by his penis. Her fist moves it up and down, her head bobs and bounces over his lap, her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder and harder on his cock. He reaches down and holds her head and moves it to suit his pleasure, his own hips now moving slowly, heavily. He fucks her face with deep pleasure. She is very good.

"Mm ... *choos* ... *aur* *choos* *rundi* ...*jor* *se choos* ... suck hard, slut ... harder!"* *Wasim mutters thickly.

The fire roils in his belly. His cock is hard as rock, throbbing and pulsating in her mouth, glistening and gleaming as it goes in and out between her hungry lips. His balls throb, his loins surge. His body is hot and flushed with full-blown desire.

Nalini rises when he tugs at her arms. Her face is suffused with animal lust. She straddles his body and bends over him, letting her swollen breasts drop into his mouth. He sucks them gently, then sharply and she gasps. Her cunt tingling with excitement, she slides up to straddle his face and lowers her cunt to his lips Wasim can smell the muskiness of her cunt. It excites him.

He thrusts his tongue into her cunt and tastes the tang of her cunt-juice. He feels dizzy with lust. She moans and he probes deeper. Wasim finds her gorged clitoris and begins to suck and nibble it. She gasps and he flicks it with his tongue. Nalini groans loudly and tosses her head back, her hands squeezing her hard breasts in excitement. She rolls them under her palms.

"Yes ... yes ... ohh yes ... lick it ... lick my cunt ... fuck me ... fuck me with your tongue, you sonofabitch ... ohhh yes ...' she gasps gutturally in the vernacular. "*Chaat* *mujhe* ... *chul* ... *chul*, *bahenchuth* ... *chaat* *mujhe*!"

He chuckles at her obscenities and drives his tongue deep into her cunt. Her hips grind and writhe on his face, twitching and rolling and swaying. He presses a fingertip to her asshole and she gasps and yields. Her body flames with lust as his finger curves into her rear channel. Her cunt spasms and oozes thick syrup. He laps it greedily.

Moaning with excitement, she moves off his face to straddle his hips, his erect penis in both hands. She pauses with his throbbing cock-head at the very portals of her flesh. Then, with a loud moan, she lets her hips sink and the huge knob of his cock slips into her belly. She gasps, biting her lower lip in tension and her head arches back. He groans loudly. Her cunt is hot and wet, tight as a drum, and it squeezes powerfully on his throbbing prick.

He has acquired self-control these past several weeks. He knows what to do. He arches his hips slowly and his cock slides between her fingers into her cunt. She gasps, her lovely face arching upward as her hips sink further. Wasim grins and spreads his knees, lifting and bending them as he arches his hips steadily higher. His huge penis sears into her flesh and is swallowed by her hungry cunt. Groaning, her breath sharp and short, she leans forward on her knuckles, her face tilted back, her hands on either side of his hard, smooth chest.

His cock is fully embedded in her cunt. His hips are high, her cunt is jammed down on his shaft. She groans and flexes her buttocks rapidly several times, squeezing her cunt around his cock. He grunts in surprised pleasure. She stops, then does it again.

At last, she begins to move, riding him. Her hips rise and fall steadily and her cunt rasps and slides up and down the length of his shaft. Her back dips and bows, arches and bows, bends and unbends as she rides his cock. Her breasts begin to bounce and jiggle as she moves faster. Her nipples are stiff and erect. His eyes on her face, he moves with her, finding the rhythm quickly and easily, matching it, pacing her.

His cock feels wonderful in her cunt, hot and hard, glistening, gleaming, throbbing, burning, rasping in and out, reaming into her, distending her cunt-lips wide open, raking her inflamed clitoris. Her long *mangalsutra* flips on her dusky flesh. The alternate flexing and unflexing of her buttocks makes her cunt spasm on his prick. He grunts softly and holds her hips, moving her body in time to his rhythm now. She groans and squeezes her breasts erotically.

"Ohhhh uhhh .... hanh... uhhhh ... *chul *... *bhadve chul *... *chul *... uhhhh hanh uhhh *aise *... uhhhhh hanh *aise *.... Ohhhh uhhh OHhh ... c'mon ... c'mon you fucking pimp! Do it!" Nalini calls, bucking faster still.

Her head is flung way back, the mouth open in a wide 'O'. She rolls her breasts under her palms, her face turned to one side, beautiful with lust. They move faster and she gasps, her head sagging on her chest, her hands on his torso as she bucks up and down. Her cunt spasms and convulses on his throbbing penis.

"Ohhhhhh uhhhhh Oh ma uhhhhhh ahhhhhh uhhhh ahhhhh uhhh hanh uhhhh hanh uhh Ahhhh uhhh ahhh uhhh ahhh uhhAH AH AH AH AHHHHH uhhh AHH!" she cries loudly.

He grins at her love-calls and begins to move faster under her, jerking his hips savagely up and down. Her buttocks slap and thud on his lap as her cunt crashes down the long length of his shaft again and again. He prises her buttocks open and fingers her anus. She hisses in tension and her sphincter yields under his insistent pressure.

Wasim slides his hard finger into her asshole and her face contorts with lust and she begins to swing her hips round and round in an erotic, churning motion. He grits his teeth, his nostrils flared. She is truly a wonderful fuck.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nalini rises off his prick and turns, lust written on her face. She turns on all fours and bends forward across the pallet, her knees spread, resting on her front, her buttocks thrust out towards him in a ,,., pose. Wasim straddles her hips in a deep squat and presses his cock-head into the cleft between the smooth lobes of her buttocks. Nalini moans and tenses slightly as she feels his cock at her asshole.

He chuckles softly and debates on which orifice he should fuck. .Then she claws her cunt-lips open. He decides to butt-fuck her later. With a long spiralling thrust, he lunges deep into her cunt, his head snapping back, his belly sucking in sharply, a gasp erupting from his throat. Her cunt convulses greedily on his penis. She moans and her head arches and her back bows as his lance runs into her cunt.

He fucks her rapidly, with mounting desire. His hips rock back and forth in a swift, yet controlled rhythm. His buttocks flex and unflex as he swings his hips from the waist, his balls and thighs slapping against her buttocks. His enormous cock is burning, aching for the final release. It glistens and gleams, throbbing, hot, hard, the thick veins standing out angrily along its length as it emerges and disappears between the folds of her buttocks.

Her body jerks beneath his and her back sways and her hips rolling in taut circles as he swirls his own hips, spiralling into her. She squeezes her breasts and then he bends over her and crushes them in his hard palms, making her cry out softly. He goes faster and faster and faster, thrusting harder and deeper, skewering her cunt, reaming her slit, ram-fucking her. Her cries rise and grow more obscene.

He pauses, leaving her teetering on the brink of an orgasm and jerks out of her. She moans and sobs, panting, her breath ragged and uneven, her voice hoarse. He flips her over onto her back. She spreads her legs and lifts her hips, her elbows on the pallet, her hips under her buttocks. He kneels between her thighs and, holding her thighs, thrusts his cock savagely into her. She cries out thinly, arching hard under him, her loins jerking to his, her head snapping to one side, her mouth jerking open. He ram-fucks her cunt, moving rapidly, furiously, panting and gasping, his hips slamming to and fro, his cock reaming in and out of her cunt. Her body jerks and snaps, her breasts jiggling heavily.

He releases her legs and their hips sink together and he bends over her on his arms and knees. She digs her fingers into his thick biceps. Her legs rise and coil about his raised hips. With a loud cry he drops his hips and she gasps as his cock runs into her belly again, going in deep. His head flung back, he fucks her furiously, his buttocks bobbing and bouncing demonically up and down, his cock going in and out, faster and faster till they are both falling over the edge as one. He bends and thrusts his tongue into her mouth as his jizz sizzling in heavy spurts into her slit. She moans softly, caressing his smooth back.

'What's your name?" he mutters, his tongue in her ear.

"Nalini."

"Good. Now I'll fuck you again."

Nalini is incredulous. He is better than she had hoped. He slides out of her, and his cock is still rock hard. She turns on her side and lifts a leg high. He lies behind her and enters her again. She groans softly.

He fucks her steadily, gently, for a long time, taking his time. She is delirious and she moans and gasps. He is utterly relentless. His cock will not stop. Her cunt is fiery with lust heat and she lets herself drown in the overpowering sensations of his fucking. Her face turns over her shoulder and he kisses her, his tongue sliding under her lip, exploring her mouth. He is a sensual, erotic animal.

"Fuck me, lover," she moans. "Fuck me hard ... yes ohhh yes ... god your cock is so good in there ... yes ... shove it in yes ... OHhh yes ... that's it ... shove it all in Wasim ... I want it all ... *bhar* *de* *mere* *chuth* *ko* ... *chul*, Wasim ... *chodh* *mujhe*! *Jorse* *chodh*!"

He holds her by the waist and shoulder and rocks her up and down. Lying behind her, he flexes and unflexes his buttocks, squeezing his cock into her cunt again and again. His hand slides up her hip to her breast and he squeezes it, pinching and tweaking her quivering nipple, tormenting her.

"Like it, cunt? Like having my cock in your slit, whore?" he rasps in her ear. "*Accha* *lagta* *hai*, *rahnd*?"

"Yes ... yes ... god yes," she moans, feverish again with excitement.

Without moving out of her, he rolls her over so that she is flat on her front. He fucks her rapidly and hard now, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt. The thick veins on its shaft rasp and scbang against her gorged clitoris. Nalini whimpers, her face turned on one side on his pallet, her buttocks quivering as his hips slam into them again and again. He slows and she whimpers as he eases his cock out of her.

"Now I want your ass, bitch," he growls. "I want to fuck your butt. *Ab* *teri* *gaand* *marni* *hain*!"

She groans as he jerks her hips up high and tears her buttocks apart, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus. She tenses, expecting his cock to rip through any minute. Instead, kneeling behind her, he bends and thrusts his face between her thighs. Nalini cries out in delight and joy as his tongue swirls across her anus. He curls a finger up into her cunt and she gasps. His tongue is thick and rough and the puckered flesh of her asshole quivers and spasms. He rims her slowly, relishing the musky taste of her ass. She trembles and moans softly.

"Wasim ... please ... fuck me ... fuck me in the ass ..." she begs and, reaching back, claws her buttocks open. "Wasim ... *chodh* *mujhe* ... *gaand* *mein*!"

He chuckles and rises to his knees and she feels his cock-head at her asshole. She groans and her sphincter yields. Wasim takes a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks, slowly squeezes his cock into her ass with a shuddering groan. She gasps, the breath hissing from her throat as the fiery penis pierces deep. Her cunt and ass blaze and her mind reels in a fog of painful ecstasy. Deeper and deeper he goes, on and on, as if he will never stop, till his cock is fully inside her.

Slowly, lovingly, he butt-fucks her, taking his time over it. He rocks his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. His cock rasps and squelches in and out of her ass. He flings his head back and gasps as her asshole convulses on his cock.

He begins to move faster and she cries out, her fingers scrabbling at the counterpane. He picks up speed, goes faster and faster, yet fully in control, moving in a masterfully measured rhythm, back and forth, back and forth.

His hand goes under her belly and his fingers tease her cunt-lips open and dip into her cunt. She cries out, her hips shaking and swaying under him.

'Oh ma oh ma Ohhh unhhhh OH OH OH OH oh ma unhh Wasim ... Wasim! Ohh! Ohhh ... uhhh ohhh ... uhhh ... OHHHH unhhh *hanh* *hanh* *hanh* Uhhhh OHHHHHh!"

Suddenly he begins to move rapidly, ramming and reaming savagely into her, making her cry out in a shrill, thin voice.

"Ahmauhhh Ohh unnh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"*Hanh*! *Le! Le rahnd* *le! Le mere* *lund* *ko*! Take it, whore, take it! Take my cock!" the man cries.

Again and again he lunges into her. She explodes violently and this time he rocks in hard and flings his head back and gasps, his hips twitching at her buttocks as the fountain of seed erupts from his cock-head and spews into her convulsing asshole.





Final Part of A JAM OF TARTS

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Part 1

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The woman's face was a perfect oval, tapering to a fine chin. Her eyes were elongated, almond-shaped, lined with *kajal* She had high cheekbones and a fine, straight nose. Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and luscious. She had white, even teeth. Her hair was thick and lustrous, now tied in a plait that reached her buttocks. Her dusky skin was smooth and clear and soft, the colour and texture of honey. A long, elegant neck led smoothly to full, high, ripe breasts, superbly formed and heavy, like succulent mangoes.

Her belly was firm and flat, her waist narrow and her hips flared just so, to neatly curved buttocks and slender, long, elegant legs. Her arms were smoothly turned, and her hands and feet were shapely. She wore a long *mangalsutra* around her neck, a *bindi*, gold hoops in her earlobes, gold finger-rings, anklets and toe-rings. She lay naked on a low divan in the middle of the room, crouched on all her forearms and knees like the sphinx, her legs folded under her belly in an obtuse V, her head bowed. Silk scarves bound her wrists and ankles to the divan.

Her dusky skin shimmered with sweat and her chest heaved. Her head rose slowly and she moaned, her fingers scrunching the rich tapestry counterpane on which she lay. Her eyes were hooded and her lips fluttered open. She tensed, whimpering softly, and her eyes were wide and glassy.

"Please ... hurry ... please ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

And then her body jerked forward and her head snapped back and her mouth tore open as if pulled by an invisible string. A long, thin shriek erupted from her throat. Her face twisted and contorted and spasmed in agony. Tendons stood out and strained in her long neck and her lips snapped back in a savage rictus.

"More!" An exultant male voice cried over hers. "Shove it in all the way, motherfucker! Ram it in!"

"Ohhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh god, yes, uhhhhh Ohhh yes!" The woman cried, her body writhing and shaking, twisting, her chest heaving frantically.

"Yes! Yes! Do it, bastard! Do it!"

The woman shrieked again, louder and longer this time, her head arching violently backward, her back bending steeply down. Behind and above her, a tall, handsome, massively built black man gasped, arching his head. He was naked and his body glistened with sweat. He groaned and his taut buttocks flexed and his hips slid forward.

His penis was gargantuan, about nine inches long and correspondingly thick. It moved forward, disappearing inexorably between the woman's buttocks. She cried out again, and the second male voice chortled gleefully. The penis went in deeper and deeper, seemingly endless. The woman's voice was ragged, hoarse, cracked, and her cries came in choking, broken gasps and whimpering, sobbing moans. Her body heaved and writhed.

Deeper and deeper the penis went till it was inside her fully, buried to the hilt. The black man paused, and the woman whimpered. He waited patiently. Her moans gradually dwindled and she began whimpering softly. His big hands slid up her slender, curved body to cup her swollen, pendulous breasts. Her nipples were long and stiff in small, dark aureoles.

The woman was being sodomised. The man fucking her ass was a hired stud, a gigolo. He had been fucking her steadily and relentlessly for the past ninety minutes, almost without respite. They were in the sunken living area of her house, in her home.

All around them, on all four sides of the divan, there were men watching. The woman was on display, being fucked openly and publicly, for the pleasure of the dozen or so voyeurs.

The woman's name was Sayali and she was twenty-four years old. Her husband of six months, Suresh, prowled around the divan, goading the gigolo, urging him to greater heights sexual action. The watching men were his friends and business associates. Now, as they chortled and whistled and clapped their approval of the performance, he smiled to himself in satisfaction.

Sayali was the best thing that had happened to his business. He was a small-time trader in an infernal hurry. Sayali lived opposite. He had known her all his life, but never noticed her. Now, needing someone to keep house for him and to entertain his associates he proposed to her. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that she would do it so well, or with such astonishing results.

Suresh realized that his bride was anything but a virgin on their wedding night itself. There was nothing shy or timid in her manner, no sign of hesitation. On the contrary, it was he who suddenly felt nervous and unsure. He had only had one previous affair, a short-lived and sexually unsatisfactory relationship with one of the girls in the office several years earlier.

She was delighted that he was a virgin, and said she had never fucked one before. Suresh thought they were making love, and said so. Bina laughed and told him to stop being idiotic. He could call it what he liked, but they were still only fucking, doing what every one of God's creatures did. Intimidated, Suresh let her take him to bed.

She was apparently insatiable and over the next few weeks, they fucked daily. He enjoyed the sex and her body. The affair ended as abruptly as it had begun. Bina walked out after a few weeks, saying that he was a bore in bed, that she needed a man who knew how to fuck.

Shaken and frightened, Suresh deliberately kept away from women, and concentrated on his work. He left the company -- the constant proximity with Bina and seeing her contemptuous, pitying glances -- was too much to bear.

He set up a small industry in the suburbs making aluminum utensils. He began to do well and, under pressure from his family -- he was getting older, after all -- married Sayali.

On their wedding night, all his anxieties returned. He worried that he might not satisfy her, that she, too, might reject him. He made a first, fumbling, clumsy attempt, trying to kiss her ineptly as she sat on the bed dressed in all her bridal finery.

She must have understood the problem for she took over, and he felt incompetent and inexperienced as she worked his body with a cunning that took his breath away. Gently, tenderly, unhurriedly, expertly, she aroused him till he was almost screaming with excitement. Her lips and fingers and tongue were everywhere, and then she had his cock in her cunt and it was a hot, tight vortex that drew him down, down, down and drowned him in a sea of endless joy.

She moaned and panted eagerly as he plunged greedily into her flesh and then, to his utter shock, started egging him on with a litany of gutter obscenities. Strangely aroused, he rocked deep into her flesh and she cried out in joy and begged for more. Their cataclysmic orgasms were almost simultaneous.

Later, snuggling naked on the sweat and lovejuice stained sheets, Suresh kissed her gently, caressing her breast.

"Sayali ..."

"Mm?" She swirled her tongue over his nipple and her fingers were already crawling down his belly. Her nipple hardened between his fingers and he felt her breast swell and grow turgid with excitement.

"You're not a virgin. Are you?"

Suddenly her lips were hot on his and her body was across his. "Suresh," she whispered. "Don't ask me that. Not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe, and I'll tell you. Not tonight. Tonight, just let's enjoy each other."

"Tomorrow, then." Suresh was secretly relieved. He did not really want to know. Not that night, not when the magic was all around him.

"Yes. I promise."

Then he moaned softly as her lips engulfed his penis and she started again. She was inexhaustible, insatiable and she aroused him repeatedly with such gentle dexterity and skill that he never felt otherwise than in full control. It was only later that he realised that it was she, and not he, who had guided their lovemaking till the end, that he had only done what she always intended him to do, said what she wanted to hear, moved to her rhythm.






This story doesnt belongs to me. One of my friend mailed me the same and I really dont know who the real writer of the story is. Its nice and not in Xossip so I felt like posting the same so that you readers can enjoy the same

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next day, they left for their honeymoon and Suresh was hopelessly and passionately in love. At the luxury hotel in Kodaikanal -- he could afford it this once, he had reasoned – he fell on her the minute they arrived and, laughing, she tormented him, teasing and flirting with him till he was mad with lust.

Then, laughing, she gave in and he fucked her like one possessed. She arched in evidently unfaked pleasure under him and made him go faster, harder, deeper.

They fucked all afternoon, slept all evening, skipped dinner, and fucked all night. By three in the morning, they were ravenous and he ordered too much food and drink from room-service. It took forty-five minutes to arrive and they used the time to fuck again, and he took her from behind, squatting over her hips and pounding his inflamed penis in and out of her cunt, crushing her swinging breasts in his hands.

She orgasmed violently and he jerked out of her came between her buttocks, on her anus, then slid his cock into her cunt again just as the room-service steward rapped on the door.

Cursing softly, Suresh went to the door while she flung on a gown and stepped out onto the moonlit deck. The waiter wheeled the laden trolley into the room, and she came in through the window, shivering slightly, remarking on the chill in the air.

She looked at the waiter and Suresh felt a sudden, fleeting tension, a peculiar glint in her eyes. The waiter was a tall, handsome, lean man. Then it was gone and the waiter turned to him with the leather folder and ball-point pen to sign the voucher.

Suresh signed it and handed it back and the waiter said thank you in a voice that somehow seemed to convey bafflement. He looked at Suresh a shade longer than was polite in such a plush hostelry and only turned away when Suresh doubled the tip.

Suresh looked at his retreating back for a minute, wondering what it was that he had missed, when the steward said, in a very odd voice, "Have a *very* good night, sir."

Before Suresh could respond, the door clicked shut. Suresh turned to find Sayali already at the trolley, heaping a plate. He looked at her and felt his pulse quicken. Her gown had fallen open and her naked body was revealed to his view. Her long *mangalsutra* swung against her breasts and belly.

"Here you are, love." She handed him the plate, heaped with food.

"I don't want to eat. I want to fuck you."

"After you've eaten."

"No. Now. I want to come in your mouth and on your face and your tits and in your cunt and ..."

Sayali laughed prettily. "That's a lot of coming, Suresh. You won't be able to do any of it unless you eat. Eat."

"Only if you will."

"Of course."

"Take off your clothes. I like seeing you naked."

"All right. Take off yours."

"No. You take off mine. Later. When we fuck. I like having you do that."

Sayali smiled and slithered out of her gown. They ate in bed and Suresh realised how hungry he was when the first morsel went into his mouth. He took a second helping and was about to go for a third when she stopped him.

"Enough. You must eat little, fuck, eat again. If you eat too much, you won't be able to do anything."

Then his cock was in her mouth and they tumbled around on the floor, and he struggled around and pulled her legs apart and pushed his head into her crotch, questing for her cunt with his tongue, aching to thrust it deep into that warm, succulent, perennially moist cavern.

Her tongue and lips and teeth wrought their magic on his penis and her slender finger slipped between his buttocks and pressed to his anus. He felt his jizz roil up, eager for another release.

While they were fucking, she reminded him of her promise made the previous evening. Astride his lap, impaled on his cock, her dark hair tumbling down her front, she smiled gently down at him.

He rocked gently under her, not hurrying, toying with her splendid breasts, unable to get enough of her wonderful body. Her cunt squeezed his penis gently, insistently. She bent over and kissed him, her hot, heavy breasts swinging against his chest, her *mangalsutra* cold between their bodies.

"Remember your question last night?" she asked, tonguing his ear.

"Yes."

"You still want an answer?"

"Yes. More than ever."

"Do you trust me?"

"With all my heart."

"Will you believe what I say is the truth and that there is
nothing else?"

"Will you tell me everything?"

"Yes."

"Then of course I'll believe you."

"Even if it's something you don't like?"

"There's nothing about you I don't like."

"You might still."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Nothing. Only promise to keep faith in me, and to do as I say."

He looked at her quietly. "What are you trying to tell me, Sayali? I don't understand."

She sighed softly. "Sometimes, you know, Suresh, when I can't sleep and the night won't end, I ask myself the same thing and I say the same thing. I don't understand myself either."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Love, listen to me." Suddenly her voice was serious and urgent. "Believe me when I say that these past two nights have been the most wonderful in a long time. Not the best ever, because there were others.

Yes, I've had lovers. But it's not enough for you to know just that. Oh, I could tell you: how many, where and when and how. But that still won't tell you the most important thing -- *why*.

So I'm going to do this. I can just talk and tell you and then you'll have to do with it what you like; accept it and accept me, or reject both. Because you can't have me without my past."

"Fair enough," he said after a little, thoughtful pause.

"There's another way."

"What's that?"

"For that you'll have to wait. It's more difficult, to accept, to understand, to acknowledge. The harder road. But if you take that, then everything else falls into place."

"You're not making sense."

"Few things do. Trust me. Just choose. Shall I talk now or will you wait till tomorrow, say, afternoon?"

"And if there's anything to be explained tomorrow, you'll do that?"

"I promise."

"Then I'll wait."

"Good."

She smiled, it seemed in relief, and lifted her breast to his lips. He nibbled on her stiff nipple and she moaned softly.

"Come on, now," she said. "Fuck me, Suresh! Fuck my slit! Come on! Shove your cock into my cunt!"







This story doesnt belongs to me. One of my friend mailed me the same and I really dont know who the real writer of the story is. Its nice and not in Xossip so I felt like posting the same so that you readers can enjoy the same

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Part 2

DIRTY AMBER
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They woke late the next morning and fucked again. Suresh was roused the touch of her lips on his cock and his penis ballooned swiftly in her mouth. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, then fucked again in the shower when he took her standing, from behind.

Finally, almost reluctantly, they left their suite and went down to a late brunch. He watched her butter a croissant and nibble on it delicately, almost sensuously and grew aroused again. He pressed his hand to her thigh under the table.

"I want to fuck you. Now. Let's go," he whispered.

She smiled. "No," she murmured. "Later. Now I want you to take a walk."

"What?"

"Remember what I told you last night? Well, this is it. So please go out, anywhere you like. Be back in forty-five minutes. And then this is what you must do. Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"When you come back, don't knock on the door. Open it with your key. Quietly. *Very*quietly. Go through the living area of the suite onto the terrace outside and cross to the bedroom doors, the ones that open out on the terrace. Whatever you do, don't come in. First look into the room. Don't be surprised or upset by anything you see. I think you'll like it."

"And then?"

She smiled. "Then let your heart and mind decide. You'll know what to do."

"Patience, my love," she smiled, her bewitching eyes dancing.

"Patience."

And so, after the meal, Suresh and Sayali parted for the first time in three days. She went up alone to the suite and Suresh went out for a walk. He browsed through the pretty bazaar, bought some chocolates and cheese for her, meandered around the edge of the lake, noticing that there were plenty of pleasure boats for a leisurely evening out.

He forced himself to wait, but itched to get back to her. Time seemed to crawl. He sat by the lake, smoked a cigarette and, closing his eyes, snoozed in the dappled sunlight.

His mind filled with erotic fantasies as he saw himself fucking his beautiful, naked wife, plundering her flesh, making her moan and gasp erotic obscenities as he entered her again and again. The dream was vivid and vibrant and Suresh acquired a huge erection. He squirmed on the park bench.

His digital watch chimed and he woke with a start. It was almost time. Gathering his things, he hurried back to the hotel. His pulse quickened as he got out of the elevator and went up to his door. He inserted the key in the door and silently let himself in.

The room had been cleaned and serviced. There were fresh flowers in the vase on a small circular table and the thick dbangs at the French windows leading to the deck were drawn back, and the fine muslin curtains carefully arranged in scallops. The doors were open and sunlit flooded the room. The curtains rippled in the gentle breeze.

The door to the bedroom was shut. Suresh dropped his purchases on a side table and cautiously stepped across the room and went out onto the terrace. It was empty, except for a round wrought-iron table and chairs arranged under a colourful sun umbrella.

He noticed that the doors that led from the bedroom to the terrace were also open, the dbangs similarly pulled wide, the muslin inner curtains half-drawn. He heard voices, sounds, strange sounds from the bedroom. He crept along the terrace and looked in.

As long as he lived, he would never forget the sight that met his eyes. Sayali, his bride of all three days, was on her knees on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. She was wearing only a terry-cloth bathrobe.

Standing before her was the room-service steward who had delivered their meal the previous night. His shirt was pulled off, and his trousers were unzipped. Sayali was sucking his cock.

He was a handsome man, tall and lean with a fine-featured, aquiline, rugged face. His body was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders, a deep chest, neatly cleaved in the centre, a flat, hard belly, narrow waist and high hips.

His arms and legs were long and bulged with muscle. He was clean-shaven, square-jawed and his eyes were deep and dark. His thick black hair was swept clear off his forehead.

He groaned softly, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his mouth open. His hands were on Sayali's head, rocking it steadily back and forth between his thighs. His hips pumped at her face.

Suresh could see his inflamed penis glistening between her lips. Her face was distended by its size. She held the cock in one fist and pumped it vigorously as she sucked and licked his cock-head. His hands slipped to her shoulders and he pulled her gown open and slid his hands down to her breasts.

He bent his head and looked down at her, gasping in delight. "C'mon whore ... suck it! Suck my cock, bitch! Do it!" he grunted.

Suresh went stone cold. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Hot tears pricked his eyes and his legs buckled. He slid to the floor and moaned softly, burying his head in his hands, his back to the wall. From the room, the steward's loud gasps burned in his ears.

"Oh baby yes! Yes! C'mon, whore, suck it harder! That's it ... oh fuck yes!"

Suresh's mind whirled in confusion and rage. The sex with Sayali had been glorious, better than he had imagined possible. She seemed to love it, too, and had said so, repeatedly. How could she be doing this, then? How had he failed?

The rage rose like a suppurating sore and rancid bile filled his throat. For several minutes, he sat there, rocking back and forth, whimpering softly. He forced himself to take control, taking long, deep breaths and steadying his breathing.

He thought of what she had said and asked of him, of his promise. Clearly, she was not a virgin. He could have left it at that. Instead, he had pressed for an explanation; she hadn't volunteered one.

She could have given him a hundred different lies and he would never have known better. Instead, she had offered to tell him the truth. Even there, she gave him a choice.

Suresh realised that Sayali was doing this quite deliberately, to show him what he wanted to know, needed to know, had to know. She had kept her word. He would have to keep his. He loved her too much not to.

He lurched to his feet and went to the French windows again and looked in. They were on the bed now, and the steward lay on his back, naked, while she sucked and licked his throbbing penis lasciviously, slowly running her teeth up and down the nine-inch long shaft.

Suresh noticed with a pang of envy that his penis was much larger than his own, his body was harder and better muscled.

He saw her eyes glitter with lust as she dragged her tongue up the glistening shaft, her lips wide, her cheeks and breasts flecked with pre-cum gunk. The waiter craned his neck and grinned at her.

"Keep sucking, bitch ...," he murmured. "You give great head. Always loved sucking cock, didn't you?"

Suresh started. How often had they done this? How did she know him? When was she here? How long had they been lovers? A thousand unanswered questions flooded his mind.

He watched as Sayali bent her head and drew his cock deep in her mouth, sucking it slowly and heavily, working it with her tongue. The man's cock spurted and she moaned, swallowing his pre-cum seed.

"Please," she murmured. "Come in my mouth. I want to drink your jizz."

"No chance, bitch," he grinned and pushed her head away.

Sayali's head rose, and she smiled wantonly. "Then lick my slit. Tongue-fuck me."

"Anytime, whore!"

She slid up his body, kissing and licking it like a whore, sucking and licking his nipples. Suresh watched as she kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her legs spread on either side of his body. She slithered higher, unbelting her robe and pulling it wide.

Her breasts were swollen and hard, her nipples rigid with excitement. She lifted them to his lips and he sucked on them, kneaded them, squeezed them together and sucked both nipples simultaneously.

"Ohhh yes!" she gasped, clenching his head.

Whimpering and gasping, she slid higher and his tongue and lips pressed to her naked belly as she moved. She knelt over his face and, spreading her legs wide, pulled her cunt-lips open with the fingers of one hand. The steward gripped her buttocks and thrust his face into her crotch.

"Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes! Do it, Michael baby yes! Ohhh fuck fuck yes!"

Sayali's obscenities rang in her husband's ears. He watched, transfixed, as she moaned and gasped, her hips writhing and swaying over the hotel employee's face. His tongue probed her slit, darting in and out of her visibly wet crack.

His finger slid between her buttocks and she whimpered as she felt it at her anus. He sucked her gorged clitoris and she hissed in pleasure, one palm flat on her sucked-in belly, the other crushing and kneading her swollen breasts in an agony of lust.







This story doesnt belongs to me. One of my friend mailed me the same and I really dont know who the real writer of the story is. Its nice and not in Xossip so I felt like posting the same so that you readers can enjoy the same

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She began to jerk and bounce on his face, her hands under her breasts, her head arched back, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in a wide 'O'.

"Do it! Do it ... god yes ... shove it in deeper, babe ... OHHHHH yes! Lick my slit, Michael Ohhh MichUHHHHHl yes!"

She moaned and panted, and stroked herself sensuously, caressing her face and breasts and belly and thighs, hissing in pleasure as he swirled his tongue through her sodden cunt. Getting off his face, she sat propped against the bedstead, her knees drawn up and spread wide.

The waiter flipped over and pushed his head into her crotch. She gripped his hair and moved his head round and round between her thighs, her hips jerking and lurching, her face flipping from side to side, her hands caressing her breasts.

Suresh watched as she twined her fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rolled the rough beads over her rigid nipples.

"OhmaunhhhOHHHHH!" she cried as the man jammed two fingers into her cunt and masturbated her vigorously, his tongue flickering rapidly in her slit.

Her back arched, her breasts thrust outward and her head jerked to one side. Her face was radiant with lust, her mouth torn open in a wide 'O', her eyes closed and she squeezed her swollen breasts in a frenzy. The man pumped his hand furiously at her crotch.

When he finally stopped, Sayali was panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. He straightened and she flung herself forward and buried her face in his crotch, sucking his rampant penis greedily and hungrily. There was no mistaking the lust in her. She wanted it. There was no pretense.

The man fucked her face rapidly for several minutes, jerking her head back and forth in both hands, pumping his hips at her mouth. His head bent to watch her, he gasped and groaned and then chuckled softly as she played with her breasts and fingered her slit. He pushed her head away abruptly.

Moaning, her chest heaving, Suresh's bride turned around on the bed on her forearms and knees, her naked buttocks thrust back at the steward. She spread her legs apart and he shuffled forward, his swollen penis in his hand and squeezed it between her buttocks.

"Want it in your ass, bitch?" he chortled. "Like in the good old days? You always liked it in your butt, didn't you?"

"Yes," she moaned. "But later ... first ... first fuck my cunt, Mike!"

In the ass? Like the old days? The way she liked it? Suresh could hardly believe his ears. His beautiful bride had not only slept with this man, she had been sodomised by him! And she had enjoyed it, wanted it! The questions erupted again, confusing and clouding his mind. He moaned softly in despair.

Before his eyes, Michael squeezed his cock-head into Sayali's cunt. She moaned softly, her head lifting, biting her lower hip. He groaned his joy, his fingertips on her buttocks and arched his head. Suresh watched as his powerful buttocks flexed slowly and his hips slid forward. The monstrous penis disappeared into her cunt, vanishing between the curved lobes of her buttocks.

"Oh fuck yes!" she gasped in joy, her face radiant. "Oh god Michael that's so good! Come on, lover ... Shove it in! Deeper! Ahh yes! That's it! Ohh yes!"

Her body rocked forward as the steward drilled his penis into her flesh. He gasped, his buttocks flexed taut, his thighs pressed to hers, his balls against her buttocks. His hands slid up her body and he squeezed her large, succulent, pendulous breasts.

She turned her face and he leaned over to kiss her. Suresh noticed her hungry, ardent response.

"Come on, Michael! Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!" she gasped.

He chuckled softly. "Yeh, right, like a whore. It's what you are, right, bitch? A regular whore! Always were, always will be, eh, whore?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes ... I'm a whore, Michael ... a randy whore!"

He eased his buttocks backward, his cock glistening out of her cunt, emerging from the curves of her buttocks. She moaned softly and he slid slowly back into her again, going in deep, till he was embedded in her cunt. She whimpered and rocked under him, moaning in pleasure, her buttocks swaying and writhing erotically against his. Her long *mangalsutra* swung and slithered back and forth.

Michael twined his fingers in it and rolled it across her rigid nipples. Sayali groaned, whimpering in unmistakable pleasure. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, like lovers do, in no visible anxiety about time or being caught at it.

His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung back and forth and his cock glided smoothly in and out of her cunt, emerging and disappearing between her buttocks.

"So tell me, cunt," he said. "When did you first start doing this?"

"Fuck you, Michael," she gasped thickly, rocking and swaying passionately under him.

"No babe. Fuck *you*. Come on, tell me."

"What, damn it? Tell you what?"

"How you got to be such a whore. Who you first fucked. When. And after him, who. All of it."

"Later," she gasped. "Not now."

"No. Now."

"Fuck you, you bastard," she hissed.

"Tell me, bitch, or I'm gonna walk out of here and tell the world about you. I'm sure that wimpy husband of yours would like to hear about the whore he got suckered into marrying," the steward sneered.

"You motherfucker," she snarled over her shoulder at him, her face red with rage. "Don't you dare hurt Suresh."

"Oh, his name's Suresh is it? Suresh the wimp." Michael jeered and rocked his cock in and out of her cunt, holding her by the waist, keeping her pinned.

Suresh noticed that she made no attempt to break free, just kept rocking her cunt back and forth along his shaft. Her breasts wobbled and swung.

"Listen, you bastard," she said softly in a voice that trembled with anger. "I love that man. I love him with all my heart, more than I have anyone else in my life."

"Balls."

"It's the goddamned truth. I've fucked men, and I've had friends, but I've never had a friend whose also a lover or the other way around. Look at you. You're not a friend. You just fuck me ..."

"And you love it, and you love me."

"No, sisterfucker, that's where you're wrong. I don't love *you*. I love being fucked by you, but it's not you that I love. It's your cock and your body and things you do to me with it. And you're just another prick, that's it. I've had others, and they were just as good, and I loved it just as much."

"And Suresh, tell me you like fucking him, too. Tell me he's good in bed."

"He is. He's fantastic."

"Balls."

"Fuck you. He's a lover like you'll never be, Michael motherfucker. Because he's kind and decent and gentle and he loves me. I have orgasms with him that make me want to cry. That good. You just bring me off. That's the difference, if you must know."

"Yeah, I believe you," the man chuckled, completely unperturbed, arrogant in his ophelimity. "Explains why you called me here to fuck you. Makes a whole load of sense."

Laughing in disbelief, he continued fucking her unhurriedly. His hips slid forward, his cock squeezed into her cunt; he paused, then slowly withdrew, and paused again. Holding her waist, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately with his thrusts, the steward fucked Sayali.

She whimpered softly, writhing in unfaked pleasure under him, her body lurching and rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees.







This story doesnt belongs to me. One of my friend mailed me the same and I really dont know who the real writer of the story is. Its nice and not in Xossip so I felt like posting the same so that you readers can enjoy the same

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She began to jerk and bounce on his face, her hands under her breasts, her head arched back, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in a wide 'O'.

"Do it! Do it ... god yes ... shove it in deeper, babe ... OHHHHH yes! Lick my slit, Michael Ohhh MichUHHHHHl yes!"

She moaned and panted, and stroked herself sensuously, caressing her face and breasts and belly and thighs, hissing in pleasure as he swirled his tongue through her sodden cunt. Getting off his face, she sat propped against the bedstead, her knees drawn up and spread wide.

The waiter flipped over and pushed his head into her crotch. She gripped his hair and moved his head round and round between her thighs, her hips jerking and lurching, her face flipping from side to side, her hands caressing her breasts.

Suresh watched as she twined her fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rolled the rough beads over her rigid nipples.

"OhmaunhhhOHHHHH!" she cried as the man jammed two fingers into her cunt and masturbated her vigorously, his tongue flickering rapidly in her slit.

Her back arched, her breasts thrust outward and her head jerked to one side. Her face was radiant with lust, her mouth torn open in a wide 'O', her eyes closed and she squeezed her swollen breasts in a frenzy. The man pumped his hand furiously at her crotch.

When he finally stopped, Sayali was panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. He straightened and she flung herself forward and buried her face in his crotch, sucking his rampant penis greedily and hungrily. There was no mistaking the lust in her. She wanted it. There was no pretense.

The man fucked her face rapidly for several minutes, jerking her head back and forth in both hands, pumping his hips at her mouth. His head bent to watch her, he gasped and groaned and then chuckled softly as she played with her breasts and fingered her slit. He pushed her head away abruptly.

Moaning, her chest heaving, Suresh's bride turned around on the bed on her forearms and knees, her naked buttocks thrust back at the steward. She spread her legs apart and he shuffled forward, his swollen penis in his hand and squeezed it between her buttocks.

"Want it in your ass, bitch?" he chortled. "Like in the good old days? You always liked it in your butt, didn't you?"

"Yes," she moaned. "But later ... first ... first fuck my cunt, Mike!"

In the ass? Like the old days? The way she liked it? Suresh could hardly believe his ears. His beautiful bride had not only slept with this man, she had been sodomised by him! And she had enjoyed it, wanted it! The questions erupted again, confusing and clouding his mind. He moaned softly in despair.

Before his eyes, Michael squeezed his cock-head into Sayali's cunt. She moaned softly, her head lifting, biting her lower hip. He groaned his joy, his fingertips on her buttocks and arched his head. Suresh watched as his powerful buttocks flexed slowly and his hips slid forward. The monstrous penis disappeared into her cunt, vanishing between the curved lobes of her buttocks.

"Oh fuck yes!" she gasped in joy, her face radiant. "Oh god Michael that's so good! Come on, lover ... Shove it in! Deeper! Ahh yes! That's it! Ohh yes!"

Her body rocked forward as the steward drilled his penis into her flesh. He gasped, his buttocks flexed taut, his thighs pressed to hers, his balls against her buttocks. His hands slid up her body and he squeezed her large, succulent, pendulous breasts.

She turned her face and he leaned over to kiss her. Suresh noticed her hungry, ardent response.

"Come on, Michael! Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!" she gasped.

He chuckled softly. "Yeh, right, like a whore. It's what you are, right, bitch? A regular whore! Always were, always will be, eh, whore?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes ... I'm a whore, Michael ... a randy whore!"

He eased his buttocks backward, his cock glistening out of her cunt, emerging from the curves of her buttocks. She moaned softly and he slid slowly back into her again, going in deep, till he was embedded in her cunt. She whimpered and rocked under him, moaning in pleasure, her buttocks swaying and writhing erotically against his. Her long *mangalsutra* swung and slithered back and forth.

Michael twined his fingers in it and rolled it across her rigid nipples. Sayali groaned, whimpering in unmistakable pleasure. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, like lovers do, in no visible anxiety about time or being caught at it.

His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung back and forth and his cock glided smoothly in and out of her cunt, emerging and disappearing between her buttocks.

"So tell me, cunt," he said. "When did you first start doing this?"

"Fuck you, Michael," she gasped thickly, rocking and swaying passionately under him.

"No babe. Fuck *you*. Come on, tell me."

"What, damn it? Tell you what?"

"How you got to be such a whore. Who you first fucked. When. And after him, who. All of it."

"Later," she gasped. "Not now."

"No. Now."

"Fuck you, you bastard," she hissed.

"Tell me, bitch, or I'm gonna walk out of here and tell the world about you. I'm sure that wimpy husband of yours would like to hear about the whore he got suckered into marrying," the steward sneered.

"You motherfucker," she snarled over her shoulder at him, her face red with rage. "Don't you dare hurt Suresh."

"Oh, his name's Suresh is it? Suresh the wimp." Michael jeered and rocked his cock in and out of her cunt, holding her by the waist, keeping her pinned.

Suresh noticed that she made no attempt to break free, just kept rocking her cunt back and forth along his shaft. Her breasts wobbled and swung.

"Listen, you bastard," she said softly in a voice that trembled with anger. "I love that man. I love him with all my heart, more than I have anyone else in my life."

"Balls."

"It's the goddamned truth. I've fucked men, and I've had friends, but I've never had a friend whose also a lover or the other way around. Look at you. You're not a friend. You just fuck me ..."

"And you love it, and you love me."

"No, sisterfucker, that's where you're wrong. I don't love *you*. I love being fucked by you, but it's not you that I love. It's your cock and your body and things you do to me with it. And you're just another prick, that's it. I've had others, and they were just as good, and I loved it just as much."

"And Suresh, tell me you like fucking him, too. Tell me he's good in bed."

"He is. He's fantastic."

"Balls."

"Fuck you. He's a lover like you'll never be, Michael motherfucker. Because he's kind and decent and gentle and he loves me. I have orgasms with him that make me want to cry. That good. You just bring me off. That's the difference, if you must know."

"Yeah, I believe you," the man chuckled, completely unperturbed, arrogant in his ophelimity. "Explains why you called me here to fuck you. Makes a whole load of sense."

Laughing in disbelief, he continued fucking her unhurriedly. His hips slid forward, his cock squeezed into her cunt; he paused, then slowly withdrew, and paused again. Holding her waist, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately with his thrusts, the steward fucked Sayali.

She whimpered softly, writhing in unfaked pleasure under him, her body lurching and rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Suresh watched in horrified fascination as the steward sodomised his beautiful bride. He fucked her ass slowly and in no apparent hurry, savouring her delights to the full. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips rocked gently back and forth.

His cock went in and out of her anus, appearing and disappearing as though extruded from her flesh, then drawn in again. Sayali's face twisted with excitement and lust and she whimpered, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned to one side, facing Suresh, her eyes closed, and her body rocked and swung back and forth under his thrusts.

Suresh was transfixed by the sight of Michael's hard, glistening penis sliding in and out of his wife's butt. She moaned her pleasure and he began to move slightly faster, holding her buttocks and hips, squeezing her soft flesh eagerly as he pushed and squeezed his swollen cock into her asshole. He thrust hand under her belly and fingered her slit.

Sayali moaned and orgasmed violently, her body shuddering and trembling. The steward groaned in delight and slowly skewered her ass deeply, once, twice, three, four, five times. Each thrust drew an ululating moan from her throat. He gasped in response. Finally, gasping, he pulled slowly out of her and, jerking his cock in his fist, came copiously over her back and thighs and in the crevice between her lovely buttocks.

Groaning, he pushed his still dribbling cock back into her asshole and fucked her again slowly for a few minutes.

They behaved like lovers, as if it was their honeymoon, not his. Suresh watched as the man flung himself into an armchair and lit a cigarette. On the bed, Sayali lay on her front, whimpering and gasping, her chest heaving. Slowly, she turned her face to him.

"Hey, Mike."

"What."

"You're not done yet, are you?"

He chuckled. "What do you think?"

"The Michael I knew could have fucked me at least twice more."

"I haven't changed."

"So fuck me."

"Come and make me."

"Tell me what you'd like." Sayali turned on her side to face him.
"Shall I frig for you?"

"With a dildo?"

"If you like."

"You have one?"

She laughed. "Part of my travelling kit. I don't leave home without it. It's the first drawer, there, a blue travelling pouch. Will you get it?"

"Nah, forget it. Prefer the real thing. C'mere and suck my cock."

Sayali rolled out of bed with a delighted, wanton smile and walked across to him. He grinned at her. Suresh moaned to himself, his fist sticky with his jizz as he took in the sight of her superbly curved, slender, dusky body swaying across the room, her breasts bouncing, her buttocks rippling smoothly and strongly.

He remembered her reaction when the steward pushed his cock between them and into her anus and was filled with a desire to emulate him. He watched, now numb to the trauma, alive only to the hyperbolic sexual debauchery being played out before him.

Michael grinned wolfishly as she came up to him. He sat, smoking, one leg drawn up, the heel on the seat of the chair, the other flung casually over the arm. He masturbated slowly, his legs spread wide. He put out his cigarette as she came to him.

Standing before him, she bent forward and they kissed. He cupped her breasts and fondled them gently. Her long *mangalsutra* swung between their bodies. Her hands got busy in his groin, stroking his cock deftly. He slid a hand down to her crotch and her legs shuffled apart in immediate welcome. Her buttocks writhed in pleasure as he slid a finger into her slit.

They broke the kiss and Sayali bent her head and sucked and licked his nipples. Slowly, she dragged her tongue down his body, slipping to her knees. Finally, her head bent over his crotch and her tongue snaked out and coiled around his cock-head.

"Mm, tastes good," she murmured, smiling wantonly as she licked the penis, so recently in her ass. "I love this."

"What?"

"Sucking a cock that's been in my ass."

He grinned and gripped her head, pushing it down onto his penis.

"C'mon, whore! Gimme head!" he grunted.

Sayali fondled his penis lovingly, masturbating him with a deftness that was evidently acquired by long years of incessant practice. His penis throbbed and stirred and began to swell. She licked it gently, steadily, and then her lips parted and slipped about the cock-head.

He grunted and grinned and moved her head up and down. She sucked his cock steadily, then faster and faster. His erection ballooned in her mouth, distending her face. Rising, she squeezed her breasts in a sheath around it and masturbated him briefly with her breasts before resuming sucking his cock.

"Mm, yeh ... suck it ... suck it good, bitch," he murmured. "Mm ... yeh ... that's it ... suck it ... suck it, whore!"

Sayali whimpered deep in her throat; evidently, she enjoyed sucking cock. She caressed her breasts and her hand slid into her crotch and she masturbated gently. After several minutes, the man pushed her head away.

"Time to fuck again, whore," he chuckled. "Come on."

Sayali got to her feet and, turning around, straddled his lap. He slouched low in the chair, his huge penis pointing upward. She reached down and, taking it delicately in her hand, guided to her cunt. Suresh saw her pause, her palm along the shaft, her fingertips against his balls, his cock-head at her cunt-lips; then she drew in her breath and her hips sank and her cunt slipped down on his cock-head, running smoothly and rapidly and easily, so that his cock disappeared into her cunt like a knife into butter.

"Ohhhhh yes!"

Sayali gasped loudly, her head rising, her mouth fluttering open. Her belly rippled in and she grimaced in pleasure. Still holding the shaft, she moved her cunt lower still, and lower yet. His cock disappeared into her belly. She moaned thickly, her head arched, her belly sucked in, her hips squirming and writhing in pleasure on his lap.

He caressed her back gently, his hands gliding up and down her smooth, dusky flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts. She hissed softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and pinched her rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls gently.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good, Mikey," she murmured and leaned back against his chest, turning her face to his.

He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Their lips parted and their tongues fenced openly against each other. He caressed her cock-filled cunt and she moaned softly, one bangled arm looped over his head. His hands roamed over her torso, playing with her breasts, caressing her belly, fondling her cunt.

He twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the rough beads over her nipples, making her shudder in delight. Slowly, she straightened. Her hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on his lap. She groaned and her arched slowly. Her hips swirled slowly round and round, her buttocks flexing and squeezing over his cock.

She hissed softly and her hips rose, still circling and undulating, then spiralled slowly down again. Her mouth fluttered open and she leaned forward, her shoulders hunched, deep hollows appearing them, with her hands on his knees. Slowly, she began to rock up and down on his cock, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Her belly rippled inward and she arched her back, hissing in pleasure as her cunt ground down deep on his cock.

She paused, his cock half in her cunt and clapped her buttocks rapidly together, squeezing his cock with her cunt. He gasped under her and arched his hips; his cock reared into her cunt and she moaned in delight.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh god yes!" she cried.

"Come on! Come on, whore! Do it!" he groaned, his face flushed with lust, his mouth hanging open, panting like a dog in heat.

Whimpering and moaning her pleasure, Sayali began rocking up and down on the steward's swollen penis. Her breasts jumped and bounced with her motions and the long *mangalsutra* tossed and slapped on her skin. Gasping and crying out lewdly, she moved faster and faster. Her buttocks caromed off his thighs.

She squeezed his balls in excitement. Her palm, fingers spreadeagled, lay flat on her belly as she suddenly ground her hips round in tight, jerky circles. Hissing his pleasure, she dragged her hand up her body, crushing her breasts savagely, up to her arched face.

"God yes, Mikey, yes!" she moaned. "Oh fuck I love your cock in my slit! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!"

"C'mon ... take it ... take it whore! Take it!" he gasped.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Holding her waist, he moved her up and down on his cock, pumping his hips beneath her. His penis went in and out of her flesh; her cunt slithered along the length of his shaft. Leaning forward, her breasts in both hands, her mouth open in a wide 'O', Sayali rocked faster and faster up and down on his cock.

He jerked her down savagely onto his lance with rising urgency, forcing choking cries from her throat. Her head hung on her chest.

They paused abruptly. Gasping and panting, her chest heaving, she rose off his cock. He slid out of the chair and lay on the carpeted floor on his back, his head to the windows where Suresh stood, watching numbly.

Sayali straddled her lover's hips and quickly moved his cock into her cunt. She gasped as her cunt slipped down and engulfed his penis.

"Mm," she said, rocking slowly back and forth on her knees. "That's good. Very good. Tell me you like it, Michael. Tell me what it feels like."

"Great, whore," he snickered. "Nice tight little cunt you've got. Hot and juicy."

"Can you feel it? Can you feel it squeezing your cock?"

"Oh fuck, yes!"

"Does it feel good? Tell me, Michael!"

"Feels great! Just great!"

He slid his hands up her body and fondled her breasts. Sayali arched her back and moaned. He moved his hips round and round and up and down under her. She whimpered in pleasure, writhing on his hips. Smiling down at him, she paused to coil her long hair in a knot high on the back of her head, exposing the superb line of her neck.

Then she bent over him and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking out long and sharp, flicking against his. He squeezed her buttocks and pressed a finger to her anus. She writhed over him and arched back, one hand behind her body to squeeze his buttocks.

He thumbed her clitoris. She hissed and moaned loudly. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking straight at Suresh; yet there was no hint of recognition, or acknowledgment of his presence. He stared at her silently, not knowing whether she saw him or through him.

They fucked in this position for several minutes, moving faster and faster. Her breasts jumped and shook and her cries rang out loud and clear. Then they stopped again. He got to his feet and she sucked his cock for some time.

On the bed, she lay on her back and the man began licking her slit. She murmured in pleasure, her body rocking and jerking gently on the soft bed. Finally, he moved up over her, between her legs, his cock in his hand.

She spread her legs wide and guided him into her flesh. He flexed his buttocks and his cock dipped into her flesh and vanished slowly inward as his hips swung forward and down. Sayali arched under him, moaning loudly, her face radiant with pleasure. She clenched his thick biceps, caressed his hard, muscular torso and fondled his taut buttocks.

He began to move, fucking her slowly and unhurriedly, sliding his hips gently back and forth, stroking his cock in and out of her cunt. She murmured in pleasure, rocking and jerking under him, kissing him lasciviously. Craning her head, she sucked and licked his small, dark, stiff nipples, her hands caressing his hard back.

"Michael."

"What."

"You really want to know?"

"What?"

"About me. About my lovers, and my whoring."

He grinned and kissed her. "You want to tell me, tell me."

"I want to tell you."

"So talk."

She kissed him hungrily. "Just don't stop fucking me."

"Not a chance."

She smiled and her head fell back and she murmured in pleasure. "I had my first affair when I was *EDITED*. I was very horny even then, and we had this very sexy servant, Ramu. One day, I bunked college, said I had a headache and came home, because I knew everyone else would be out except him. He was alone."

"How old was he?"

"Oh, twenty, twenty-four, something like that. But very sexy. Tall and handsome and dark, with this great muscular body. I used to frig like crazy dreaming about him. Anyway, I got him and he was there, so I took off my underclothes and went to him in my college uniform, all the buttons undone. He understood what I had in mind and he was hot as hell.

He fucked me first in the kitchen, slowly and gently and that orgasm blew my mind. I couldn't believe how fantastic it was. I got him to fuck me again, in the bedroom, from behind. Then one more time with me on top."

"Crazy bitch. At *EDITED*!"

"At randy *EDITED*, yes. We continued this for a long time, several months. Then he asked if I would like to fuck some friends of his. Of course I said yes. He brought up some guys and I loved the differences in their cocks and the different ways they had of fucking me. Then they asked if I would like to try fucking more than one at a time. I'd been waiting for them to ask. So I did. It was pure heaven."

She paused and he kissed her, still rocking rhythmically in and out of her cunt, a master in complete control. He licked and sucked on her nipples gently and she murmured softly.

"It was great. I loved fucking, and they loved fucking me. Then I graduated, and in college, I had a couple of guys. We used to fuck up on the hostel terrace or in their rooms. They were good, athletic types and it continued for a few months with each before I went on to the next guy."

"Then?"

"Then I graduated and had to get a job. I learned typing and shorthand and one day, while I was fucking with the servants, a new guy came up. He was introduced as a friend. He fucked me very well, better than I'd been fucked before. I was deliriously happy when he was finally done, after a couple of hours."

"Must have been quite a stud."

"Of course he was. He was a talent scout for Hedon & Venery."

"No shit."

"God's truth, he was. Sanjay. He came back the next day, and the next, and the day after that, every day for a week. One Sunday, he asked me to come with him, he wanted to show me something that would blow my mind."

"And he took you to the Apistia?"

"Right. And asked me to sign up. And told me the salary."

"So you did. There and then."

"Without a second's thought. He asked me when I wanted to start work. I said now and he laughed. And ten minutes later, I was a whore, being fucked by a guy I didn't know and getting paid for it."

Michael laughed softly. "That's quite a story. But it's not complete."

"What else is there to know?"

"Why you got married."

Sayali smiled gently and luxuriantly and stretched her body, arching pleasurably under him, kissing him, fondling his muscular physique. Her hips moved gently under his, pumping rhythmically up and down. He stroked gentlyand unhurriedly in and out of her cunt.

She licked his nipple lasciviously.

"Because, my darling stud, I needed to. I wanted a man who was decent and gentle and kind and loved me and not just my body. I wanted a friend, a real friend. All I'd had since sixteen was lovers, men who wanted to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and that's it."

"So why him?"

"Because he asked. Because I liked what I saw. He's a generous, hardworking, sincere, faithful kind, who doesn't do things by halves."

"You think he'll be the same when he finds out."

"He already knows."

"Bullshit."

"Believe it. He knows it all. Anything else he wants to know, I'll tell him."

"And you don't think he'll mind?"

"No. I know he won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I've slept with him. Not just fucked. Made love to him. When a man makes love, his soul is open. I know Suresh. He'll understand. He'll accept. We'll make this marriage work."

"Doesn't look like it, if you're fornicating on your honeymoon."

"Sex isn't going to be the thing that'll keep us together."

"But it'll drive you apart."

"No. We'll be together despite my fornicating."

"So you intend to continue."

"Yes. Certainly."

"What if he minds? Says no?"

"He won't."

"Lucky you, then."

"Not just me, darling," she murmured, smiling. "You, too. Come on now, Michael, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

>> DIRTY AMBER <<

( 3 )

Suresh turned his back to the wall against and stared into space, his chest heaving, his erection throbbing, his mind in a daze. He had found out. She had told him everything. Now it was up to him. He felt drugged and heavy and useless and, at the same time, strangely aroused. From the bedroom, he could hear their rising cries, the sounds of their bodies slapping together, flesh on flesh, flesh in flesh.

He went back to the window. Inside, Michael was fucking her rapidly, furiously, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging up and down and back and forth, bobbing and bucking violently, savagely over hers. His cock pistoned and plunged furiously in and out of her cunt.

She gasped and cried out, her body jerking and arching, snapping and lurching under his. Her cries were loud and lewd and her hips pumped hungrily under his. His cock went up and down, in and out, his balls crushing against her cunt-lips with each deep, plunging thrust.

She orgasmed violently, arching and gasping sharply. Seconds later, he moaned and thrust into her repeatedly, his hips twitching at her cunt. Finally, he pulled out of her and scooted quickly up her body and jerked his cock at her face.

She opened her mouth and sucked him. He came in seconds and she opened her mouth and moaned as his jizz spurted into her mouth and spattered her cheeks and neck and breasts and belly. Still dribbling spoot, he went back between her legs and squeezed his cock into her cunt. Gasping softly, he rocked in and out of her cunt briefly. She moaned in pleasure, squirming on the bed.

"That was good," he grunted, squeezing her breasts. "Just like the old times."

"Thank you," she replied, caressing his back and chest. "I enjoyed that."

"Will I fuck you again this trip?"

"Frequently, I hope."

"When?"

"I'll call you. When are you off duty?"

"Thursday."

"Plan on spending it with me."

"I will."

He moved out of her and got off the bed. Just like another client, Suresh thought. He waited as the steward dressed. He returned to the bed and kissed her deeply and gently, fondling her breasts. She responded with ardour. Finally, he drew away.

"Thursday."

"Yes," she said. "Thursday."

"Call me if it's not going to work out."

"Yes."

"Thanks again. Good fuck."

"'Bye Mike. Say hi to the girls."

"They miss you."

"I'll come by and say hello."

"They'd like that."

He grinned and straightened his uniform. Lighting a cigarette, he let himself out. Suddenly, Suresh was unsure. He did not know what to do, what was expected of him. Should he go to her? Should he wait? What should he say? Ask for an explanation? What explanation was there to give now? He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he started, yelping in surprise. She had come out on the terrace, naked, the other man's smell and jizz still strong on her body; he found it very exciting. She was on her knees in front of him and his sticky, rigid cock was already in her mouth.

"Sayali, I ..." he began.

She looked up and shook her head. "Not now, Suresh. Not now. Later."

And then she took him deep in her mouth and sucked him like he had never been sucked before. On and on she went, whimpering in mounting excitement, making him gasp and groan, till he finally succumbed and started fucking her face for his pleasure, holding her head in both hands and rocking it back and forth between his thighs, his hips pumping at her face.

"Oh, you bitch," he gasped. "Suck it, you whore! Suck it harder! More!"

Then he pushed her head away and jerked her to her feet. He shoved her against the wrought-iron table on the balcony, made her lean forward over it and stood behind her.

"Your ass, whore!" he snarled. "I want your ass! I want to fuck your butt!"

For the first time in his life, Suresh discovered the unique pleasure of sodomising a beautiful woman. He forced his cock between her buttocks and jammed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed and he gripped her hips and, with a loud cry, jerked his hips forward.

His penis burst into her asshole and she cried out thinly, her head snapping up, biting her lower lip. He rammed his cock in deeper and took her ass savagely, pounding his hips frantically at her buttocks. The heat in his loins was uncontainable and he drilled deep into her and exploded, flooding her ass with his seed.

Now the pent-up fury spewed like a lava. He jerked out of her and pushed his cock into her cunt. She gasped heavily and he fucked her hard for several minutes. Then he pulled out and dragged her into the room.

Through the rest of that afternoon, he fucked her demonically, savaging her every orifice again and again, making her voice the obscene encouragement he had heard her use with the steward. Finally, he was on top of her, fucking her furiously, ramming and reaming into her cunt.

She gasped and cried out, thrashing uncontrollably under him, and he felt her orgasm and lost control again. He slammed his cock into her hard and she cried out loudly. He rammed in again, and yet again and finally ejaculated, his hot seed searing out of his penis and into her hot cunt.

Sweating and panting, he began to slip his cock out of her cunt. Suddenly, she clenched him and her lips and tongue were at his ear.

"Not yet," she whispered. "Please, Suresh. Not yet. Fuck me again. Fuck me hard. Like a whore. I want you to hurt me. Please. Fuck me hard."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He looked at her and saw that she was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks from red, misty eyes. His heart broke and he moaned softly, in deep pain. She pulled his head to hers and she kissed him, her chest heaving in racked sobs. Her breasts were hot and heavy under his chest.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she sobbed. "Please ... say you believe me."

He moaned again and her kisses grew feverish. "You must believe me. You must."

"I believe you," he said in a small voice. "I believe you. And I love you, too. I love you, my heart. I love you."

They kissed again, and now no words were needed and he could feel the joy and radiance and gratitude flowing from her in a hot wave. They rolled over and she began to work on his body again, arousing him with that sureness of touch that took his breath away and made him wonder how there could be a heaven after this.

They fell asleep several hours later in a tangle of soaked sheet and sweating limbs. When he awoke, it was late evening. He slipped out of bed and wandered out to the terrace. He felt strangely elated, even ecstatic, at peace with the world, deeply aroused.

The sunset was spectacular, gold with hints of purple and scarlet, and the air was clean, with a sharp nip. He returned to the musky, sex-scented warmth of the bedroom. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and studied his reflection.

He saw a lean, tall, fair-skinned man, clean-shaven and quietly handsome, without the overly rugged macho looks of a stud or the softness of a householder. Just about right, he decided. His shoulders were wide, his chest was firm and deep, neatly cleaved, his belly firm and trim.

His cock was good enough, six inches long limp, eight inches or so erect. His torso was a gently tapering V and his waist was narrow. His arms and legs had long, smooth, strong muscles.

He returned to the bedroom. Sayali slept deeply, the sheets flung back. She was on her side, and he could see the swell of her breasts between her arms, the gentle rise and fall of her bosom. The dark delta between her legs looked sticky with sex. He sat on the bed and ran his hand up her long, shapely leg to her hip and buttock, then higher to her chest.

She stirred in her sleep and she turned, her arm rising, her hand moving up to his shoulder. He cupped her face and then slid his hand down to her breast.

"Fuck me?" she said drowsily.

"Yes."

"Lick my slit, Suresh."

It began again, and they fucked slowly and unhurriedly, again and again, for another hour or more. Now he felt free to do and say as he pleased and she filled him wonder and joy as she responded to his every need and satisfied it without hesitation.

When they were done at last, they showered and went down to the bar. They had several drinks each and he was delighted to find that she knew her liquor.

"Part of my work," she murmured with a teasing smile.

"Tell me about it."

"What?"

"Your -- work. Your whoring."

"Are you serious?"

He nodded, his eyes shining. "Very. I think it's very erotic."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. Where you go, what you do, who with, how. All of it."

"Let's go to that corner table. We can snuggle. I want to jerk you off while we talk."

"You're crazy."

"About you and about sex."

"In that order?"

"Yes. I think so. First it was only sex. Now it's you and then sex."

"You're fantastic."

"So are you. Let's go."

At the table, in a dimly lit corner, she slid her hand under the huge tablecloth and quickly unzipped his fly. He stifled a gasp as she fondled his penis and began masturbating him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and slowly worked his cock.

"I work for a company called Hedon & Venery. The owner -- we just call him sir -- is a young lawyer, very bright, very rich." She didn't reveal his identity. Jayant ran a tight ship and the penalty for indiscretion was terminal.

"He's also an incredible lover," she continued, "the best I've known. He has a huge cock, almost a foot long, and this incredible body and he makes a woman feel like one big cunt from head to toe. The company owns a chain of hotels. The Apistia? Yes, that's it, the five-star, double-deluxe, super-luxury chain. It's actually a brothel. We all work there. About three hundred girls and a hundred and fifty guys. There's also a special club for the elite. I've been promoted to it recently. That's very pricey. The whole place is pricey. Very pricey."

"How much do you take?"

"I began on an hourly rate, two thousand."

"What!"

"Yes. That's the bottom. I've worked my way up. Now, it's a flat fee, fifty thousand rupees, everything goes, long as you like. Group bookings -- that's a maximum of six guys together -- is two and a half lakhs."

"You make two and half lakhs a night?"

"No. Half that. The other half is the company's brocage. And it might be more than a night, in my bracket."

"Tell me more," he said softly, fascinated by her narration.

"What's the company like? How big is it? How many people work for it? What else does it do?"

She laughed softly and squeezed his cock. "Easy, easy, my handsome groom."

"Tell me."

"I will. So many questions. So little time ..."

"Sayali ..."

"All right, all right," she giggled, pumping his cock. "Are you going to come?"

"Not immediately."

"Good. I like this."

"So do I. Now talk."

"Yes. The company. It's huge. International, now, with operations in America, Canada, Europe -- especially Amsterdam and the bigger Scandinavian cities, Japan and the Far East, and the Middle East. That's a huge market. It makes films, magazines, videos, sexual aids like dildoes and vibrators and sheaths, aphrodisiacs, the works. We also supply personnel, for limited periods -- girls and guys are sent on deputation, seconded to the international market. Usually, it's for shows or film-shoots on foreign locations, sometimes to work in the company's whorehouses on assignment."

"Is that on request?"

"Yes. There are clients who like the exotic. So the company provides it. Asian girls. Asian guys."

"Have you been abroad?"

"Twice. Once to Stockholm for a show."

"Meaning what?"

"A live show. Fucking on stage. I was with three other girls and six guys. It was two weeks. I loved the work and the show did well."

"And the second time?"

"Oh, to Muscat. That was a regular assignment to a whorehouse. One of the regular clients there wanted some Indian girls. I was one of the four. We stayed for a week."

"And then?"

"Well, the company's very generous. After the Stockholm stint, we were given a five-star two-week holiday in Europe. Free stay at all our hotels, free first-class travel, the works. Unlimited shopping. From Dubai I went to Greece and Crete and Cyprus."

Suresh arched his eyebrows, very impressed. "That's extraordinary. You've seen more of the world than I have."

"In more ways than you can imagine," she giggled. "I feel that the best way to get to know a nation is to fuck its men."

He laughed. "You must be very highly regarded in the company."

"I am, now. It took time. There's serious competition. The base standard is very high." Suddenly, she looked at him. "My god, you still don't know, do you?"

"What?"

"This hotel is one of ours, too. We bought it several years ago. It's part of the chain now."

"What!"

"Yes. It's also a brothel."

"They -- they supply girls, here?"

"And guys, if you want them. For men and women."

"Where? How?"

"You have to be recommended. Michael arranges to supply your preference."

"How do you choose?"

"Would you like to try?"

"Yes. Yes, I would."

"I'm glad. We'll do it later. Tonight?"

"Is that possible?"

"Anything's possible. Ask for the telephone, will you?"

"What for?"

"I'll talk to Michael."

Suresh summoned the steward and called for the cordless. He noticed Sayali smiling at the waiter and realised that he was another of her lovers. He hid a grin. The cordless telephone arrived and Sayali stopped masturbating him to punch in a code. Suresh ordered a fresh round of drinks.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Mikey? It's me, Sayali." She listened, then giggled. "Yes, everything's fine. I told you it would be. We're at the bar. Listen, I need a favour ... no, not that, you fool. More of that later. Yes, I promise. Yes. Can you fix up someone for him for tonight. I know it's short notice, but could you? For me? Someone special. Oh, that'd be perfect, yes. We'd like to see the catalogues. After dinner. Ten o'clock?"

She looked at Suresh, who nodded. "Yes, ten's fine. In our suite. And get some of the pepstuff. Yes, that'll do. Nothing overstrength. And Mikey? Will you tell accounts to debit my tab? No, for everything. The whole stay. Yes, I'll sign the voucher. Thanks, love. See you tonight."

She disconnected and smiled at him. "It's arranged. He'll get you a catalogue and you can decide.'

"Good. Now. Go on."

"What?"

"Talking and frigging me."

Sayali giggled and her hand dived under the tablecloth again. She started masturbating him.

"I'd better not come," he murmured. "If these girls are as good as you say, I'll need everything for them."

"Don't worry about that," she smiled. "I've asked for some of our aphrodisiacs. They're very good, very effective. You'll be able to fuck them for hours."

"Fine. Keep going then. Now tell me about your clients."

"Oh, it's quite simple. I get a call from reservations, and if I approve the client, a time is arranged. Whatever they do, they're very rich. They have to be."

"And you go off to a room and they bang you and that's it?"

She looked shocked. "Good god, no. Nothing like that. It's very civilised, very polished. We meet in a public area, like the lobby or something, fully dressed, like good friends or business acquaintances. We have a drink at the bar, or something light in the coffee-shop. Then we go off to the reserved room or suite and we fuck. It's not just the wham-bam type of thing; I suck cock, he licks my slit, we sixty-nine and so on. There's no hurry – at that price, there can't be. It's more like making love."

"I see."

"And there's nothing they can't do, short of actual physical abuse. For instance, some of them enjoy the idea of fucking married woman, of having a whore who's another man's wife. So I dress up like a housewife, complete with *mangalsutra* and all, and I tease them along with clever double-talk till we get to the room. Then I become a full fledged slut."

"Up at the Club Gere, things are different. Here, clients don't pay. They're members, and guests. There are no bills, no vouchers, no signing. The bill is sent on later, and nobody questions it. The members pay a very heavy annual fee, entrance is very limited, and then they have to pay only for the girls. Everything else is free, booze, cigarettes, sex-dope."

"How do I get in?" Suresh grinned wickedly.

She laughed. "You're already in. Standard house policy. When any girl gets married, her husband has automatic membership, unless it's cancelled."

"Why would it be cancelled?" He looked genuinely puzzled.

"Think about it, Suresh. Suppose you hadn't responded like this. Suppose you'd thrown me out, refused to accept my past, my work, all of this. Could we still have you as an honoured Club Gere member?"

"I guess not. So you mean I can go back and use the Club?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Is there a Club here?"

She laughed. "Not yet. Later this year. We'll put it in after the season closes."

Suresh grinned at her, his eyes dancing with delight. "This is fantastic," he murmured. "Really wonderful."

"You ready to come?"

"No, I'm fine. I'd like to remain like this. Hot and hard."

"My hero," she said, kissing his cheek and stopped masturbating him.

They had a small dinner, neither very hungry, both impatient to get back to their suite. The sheets had been changed and the beds turned down. Suresh noticed that an expensive laser-disc player had been installed on top of the huge colour television.

An elegant trolley stood to one side, with racks of discs and, on the shelf beneath, a slew of thick catalogues, stacked neatly upright. The shelves beneath were filled with bottles, jars, vials and a bewildering variety of sheaths, dildoes, vibrators and other baubons. A small card on the trolley, embossed in white-on-white, said, simply, *For Your Pleasure*.

Sayali selected a disc and fed it into the machine. He sat on the edge of the bed and she knelt between his legs and started sucking his cock. He let her do it and started the player.

The clips were stunning. Suresh had never seen such lovely, sexy women. They were show in all kinds of positions, with all kinds of men, often with several at once, taking their enormous penises in their every orifice, frequently simultaneously.

Understanding the operation menu, he skimmed through several disks in mounting excitement. All these girls were said to be available. Figures in the bottom right hand corner indicated their rates. The girls got better as the figures rose. Very close to the top range, he found Sayali and watched a video of her with two hugely endowed men who were fucking her in the cunt and mouth simultaneously.

As she watched, they paused and turned her slender body on its side between theirs and started fucking her cunt and ass together. Her face was contorted with lust and she moaned and rocked ecstatically between them. Astonished, he looked down at her.

She was whimpering with excitement, sucking and licking his cock hungrily. Her head bobbed and rocked up and down between his thighs and her fingers and lips were sticky with his seed.

"Try the catalogues," she mumbled.

He stopped the player and flipped through six thick volumes. Each girl was accorded a ten or twelve page section of full-page, pin-sharp colour pictures that showed her in every conceivable sexual activity. Sayali's section had her with three different guys, in different sequences, in cunt, mouth and ass. The final shot showed all three fucking her together.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

>> DIRTY AMBER <<

( 3 )

He looked over her shoulder and saw Sayali and the man murmuring to each other. The man smiled, then laughed. Sayali turned around and introduced them. At her suggestion, they moved to the living room. Sayali suggested a round of drinks. Madhavi mixed the drinks quickly and efficiently from the well-stocked bar.

Suresh was feeling very randy. He sipped his drink then put it aside as Madhavi came up to him. Sitting in a deep chair, he held her hand and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled and then her lips were soft and warm under his and her hands were undoing his clothes. He flicked a glance over her shoulder. On the sofa, Sayali's blouse was undone and the gigolo was caressing her breasts. Her *sari* was drawn up to her waist and his other hand rummaged between her thighs.

Suresh grunted suddenly and looked down. Madhavi was on her knees between his legs and was jerking his penis slowly. Her tongue slid out and coiled around his cock-head.

"Forget them," she said. "We'll play fours later. Now just sit back and relax."

It was the most unforgettably erotic night of Suresh's life. Madhavi was pure magic and he fucked her repeatedly. She denied him nothing and astonished him with her skill and willingness.

Across the room, he watched the gigolo pounding into his wife's flesh, and his arousal mounted and he fucked Madhavi harder. The aphrodisiacs were very strong, and he was able to orgasm repeatedly without tiring or losing his erection.

At some point, the two women were locked in a lesbian tangle while the men fucked their asses together. It was past four in the morning when all four were finally sated. They fell asleep on the large bed in a knotted jumble of sweating limbs and naked bodies.

The next morning, Sayali and Suresh were woken by the gentle caresses of their hired lovemates. They fucked them again, unhurriedly and luxuriantly, for over an hour. Finally, Suresh and Sayali were alone again. They lay in bed, kissing and fondling and slowly arousing each other and began to fuck.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked softly as he slid his cock into her cunt.

"Very much. And you?"

"Oh yes. He was very good."

"We'll get them back tonight."

"Try someone else. There's quite a range on offer."

"So I noticed."

"They're all exceptionally good."

"Okay. But you choose."

"All right."

"I love you," he said and kissed her slowly.

"And I love you, Suresh," she said. "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!"

The rest of their honeymoon was a haze of naked, hot, eager flesh. Suresh fucked more women than he could remember. Each was fabulous. He never tired of Sayali and their fucking got better as his lectual skills improved rapidly under the deft tutelage of the succession of mistresses. Sayali had a penchant for adventure.

When they went out, late one evening, for a boat-ride on the lake, Sayali looked around and, noticing that the lake was deserted, asked if he would like to watch the boatman fuck her.

By this time, Suresh was completely blasé about fornication. He assessed the boatman quickly, with a confident, expert eye and accepted the suggestion. He instructed the boatman to row them to a quiet corner of the lake under an overhanging tree.

Then he sat in the prow of the boat and watched the stranger fuck his wife. Sayali loved it. They paused and continued in a deserted boathouse. The next day, she did it again with a horseman when they went riding, and the day after that with another boatman.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

>> DIRTY AMBER <<

( 4 )

By the time they returned to Bombay, Suresh was as completely addicted to sex as she. He allowed her to continue working at Hedon & Venery. She wanted to transfer her money to a joint account and he agreed, startled by the amount she had.

She was considerably wealthier than he. He started using the Club Gere, often watching her at work with another member while he enjoyed some of the most mind-blowing fucks imaginable.

At work, Suresh felt calmer and more confident. He drew up ambitious plans for expansion and growth and initiated negotiations with several new companies. The money poured in. Suresh found that he was suddenly required to do a lot of business entertaining at home and that much of the success of his negotiations depended on these parties.

Sayali kept house impeccably; she refurbished it in the finest taste and she was a superlative cook. Suresh still sensed something amiss. Finally, he confronted a recent guest. They were in his newly acquired, opulently furnished town office.

"Did you enjoy yourself last evening?" Suresh asked politely as they settled down.

"Yes, thank you. It was very pleasant."

The reply was surprisingly casual, almost indifferent. Suresh looked at his visitor sharply.

"Was something wrong?"

"No. Not wrong. Everything was perfect."

"Something missing then? Something lacking?"

The man looked at him steadily. "Perhaps. It doesn't matter. Shall we get on with this?"

Suresh put his hand on the folder before the visitor. "No. Please, wait. It does matter. If something was wrong, please tell me. I'd like to put it right."

"Please. Forget it. It's nothing."

"It matter to me. I must insist."

"Very well, since you insist." The man took off his glasses. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Well, it was a pleasant evening, but that's all it was. Nothing more. The decor is very good, the food was superb, the company was interesting."

"And yet?"

"And yet there was no -- how shall I say it -- *excitement*."

"Excitement? What do you mean? What happened?"

The man took a deep breath. "That's just the point. *Nothing* happened."

"What should have happened?"

The man shrugged. "I don't know. Something. Anything. Anything that would make the evening memorable. Something different, even bizarre."

"I don't follow."

"Look, Suresh. I go to parties like this every night. One is much like the other. You meet people, you chat, you drink, you eat, you go home. That's it. There's little to tell one from the next. The decor varies, the food's sometimes different, sometimes the company is interesting. If you really want to make an impact, you've got to throw parties that people remember and talk about. Do something that'll make them want to come back. Then they think of you when it comes to business. Because you were able to give them pleasure."

Suresh looked at him quietly. "I see," he said softly. "I see."

"Anyway, forget it. Shall we proceed?"

"No," Suresh said, standing up. "I don't think we should."

"I'm sorry, I've offended you."

Suresh laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Not at all, my friend, believe me, not in the least. It is I who have been remiss as a host. You're right, of course, and I must make amends. I'm not suggesting we abandon these talks. Let's just say they're deferred. Till the day after tomorrow. And tomorrow night, you dine with us again. I promise to have an exciting party. Then, the day after, if you tell me it was an interesting party, an exciting one, the deal is concluded. On my terms. If not, on yours. No negotiation. Is that fair?"

"It's a deal."

"Good. Thank you. And I'll see you at home tomorrow night."

"I'll be there. Thank you."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

That night, after Sayali and he had finished with their hired partners, an exceptionally talented pair, Suresh told Sayali about his conversation that morning and asked for her advice. She considered it and he went down to lick her slit.

She murmured in pleasure. Later, as she swung a leg across his hips and impaled her ever-hungry cunt on his ever-ready cock, she suggested that they put on a show. A sex show. Hire a couple, or a trio or quartet, and have them fuck for the guests. And then let the guests help themselves.

Suresh was startled by the idea and expressed reservations. It might upset some, he said. Not everyone thought like this. Her answer was elegant in its simplicity. If they don't, she said, you don't want to do business with them.

They're not your kind. You only do business with those who think like you, right, otherwise how do minds meet? If minds meet on questions of the flesh, is there any other area where they won't? Suresh conceded the point, but wondered whether a mere show would suffice in such a case.

It had a contrived, deliberate quality to it, it was too conspicuous and obvious. Something, something not quite so blatant, something even more unexpected.

Sayali smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Well, *I* could be the girl being fucked, if that's what you're suggesting."

"You!"

"Why not? I do it all the time. I'll just be doing it here, that's all. We'll hire a stud, or get one of the servants, and have them fuck me out in the hall with everyone watching. It's bound to be a turn-on.

I mean, how many men throw parties where they display their wives being fucked in public? And you'd be surprised by the number of men who like to see married women being fucked or like fucking them."

"Yes, I see that. And then what, the guests would fuck you, too?"

"Not necessarily. We could decided that from party to party. Depends on the guests."

"And you don't mind doing this?"

"Mind? I'd *love* to do it!"

Two days later, Suresh concluded the deal, on his terms. The man had to confess that he was not only surprised and excited, but completely overwhelmed by the party. Sayali, demure and sedate, dressed like the quintessential housewife in a *sari* with a long, prominently displayed *mangalsutra*, had been fucked before dinner on the low coffee-table in the center of the living area by a handsome gigolo.

The five men were speechless. When Sayali offered herself to them, none of them refused and each fucked her greedily. Suresh landed five contracts the next day. This was the fattest.

It became a routine, with minor variations. Sometimes Sayali would have a hired gigolo, sometimes two, once or twice three. When there were women, she did a lesbian show, *en passant*, before the men came in and took her. For select guests, she then offered her body to the men. None refused. Suresh's business grew beyond his wildest dreams.

Soon, their parties were renowned in the more discrete sections of Bombay's business community. The food was always good and the sex was outstanding. The bashes got wilder.

There were frequent orgies with several of Hedon & Venery's finest girls and studs being hired to service their guests. Sayali continued to be the star of the evening. Few could resist the unrivalled public sexual performances and the frequent opportunity to enjoy their hostess' body. The evening always commenced with a performance by Sayali.

This evening was no different. The guests were first-timers, who had only heard incredibly wild rumours. Not one invitation was declined. There were five men, and Suresh wanted much from each.

He would have it the next morning, and not one would refuse. He introduced Sayali with a startling announcement.

"Gentlemen, meet my wife, Sayali." He smiled at the guests.

They all rose and nodded politely, their eyes glittering with naked, open lust. She looked lovely. She was dressed in a fine, traditional *sari*, her hair in an elegant bun high on the back of her head, accentuating the elegant line of her long neck.

A long *mangalsutra* hung around her neck. She wore a small gold nose-stud, gold ear-rings, silver anklets and toe-rings, gold bangles. Her blouse had a deep, plunging neck with a wide scoop that revealed a tantalising cleavage.

Her blouse was cut short and high so that its lower hem ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out over it like ripe, succulent fruit, and exposed a large expanse of her midriff. Her *sari* was worn especially erotically, high on the hips and very low in front and behind so that it was just above her pubis and the cleft between her buttocks.

Around her middle, she wore a thick gold girdle. This was unlike most girdles: in front, a thick strand descended from the girdle down her belly and disappeared under *sari* directly into her crotch.

From behind, it rose between her buttocks and rejoined the girdle in the middle of her back. It was an extraordinarily erotic piece of jewelry. She was irresistible.

She smiled at her guests, her dark, elongated *kajal*-rimmed eyes flashing with excitement. Sayali loved being fucked in public. It had a special thrill all its own. They stood on the slightly
raised dining room area, above the sunken living area.

She left Suresh standing there and walked slowly and elegantly down the two shallow steps into the living pit, swinging her hips provocatively.

"I must tell you, friends, she is a remarkable lady. This house has been designed by her. She is an excellent cook. She is the perfect hostess and mistress. And yes, in bed, she's a complete whore."

There was little gasp and a sudden intake of breath. Suresh smiled.

"I know you have heard a lot about her." He paused for dramatic effect. "And all that you have heard is true. As you'll see in a moment. Friends, enjoy. This is your evening. This house is yours. My wife is yours to enjoy."

The men were silent, expectant, tense, excited. Sayali smiled slyly, enticingly, and went to the first. As the others watched, she tilted her head and kissed him slowly, deeply, her hand sliding into his crotch, squeezing his cock, unzipping his fly, drawing out his penis. One by one, she went to the others.

When they were all unzipped and free, she stepped back and smiled.

"I love cocks," she murmured. "I love being fucked. I love being watched when I'm being fucked. Tonight, we have a special treat for you."

She moved into the centre of the living area. "There will be a show," she said. "After the show, you can each have me as you like. In the meantime, please make yourselves comfortable. And please -- I would like you to masturbate. I like to be surrounded by hot, hard, throbbing cocks." She turned to Suresh. "Shall we start?"

He grinned, nodded and walked down into the living area and adjusted the lights for better effect. He pressed a button and soft music with an insistent, throbbing beat filtered through very powerful, extremely high-fidelity hidden speakers.

He thumbed a call button. A bell chimed distantly. From the dimly lit interior of the house, a shadowy figure emerged, slowly coming into view as he approached.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The guests gasped. He was a tall, hugely built, handsome black man. And he was naked. He was like a Nubian slave or an Assyrian bas-relief. His face was lean and taut with sharp, aquiline features -- a strong, straight nose, a wide, surprisingly slim-lipped mouth, large dark eyes, thick, short curly hair.

His shoulders were broad and strong, padded with muscle. His neck was thick and bullish. His chest was heavily cleaved and swept in a wide W from armpit to armpit. His dark nipples were small and taut and pulled wide and low. The belly was rock-hard, padded with hard rectangles of muscle. His biceps and thighs bulged with strength and his forearms were thick and heavy, corded with muscle.

His torso was a savagely slashed V from shoulder to narrow waist and high hips. His buttocks were taut and small. His back curved inward to the spine because of the muscle on either side and then swept in and down to the swell of his buttocks.

His torso was entirely hairless; even the armpits were shorn. His dark, ebony skin glistened and gleamed, freshly oiled. He strolled up with the slow, feline walk that muscular people have and paused at the head of the steps, looking impassively at the guests.

He wore a black leather codpiece. A black leather strap girdled his hips and, attached to it, was a long, thick black leather sheath that covered the immensity of his penis and balls. His cock was huge. Limp, it hung at least eight inches long and was correspondingly thick. Sayali smiled at him.

"Gentlemen, meet my lover for the evening. Joe is Nigerian. He is a student at our university and works as a gigolo to pay his tuition. As he is paid to fuck me, he will take requests. If you would like him to do something in particular to me, please ask. He will try and oblige. Now, Jim, I think we're set. Could you arrange things for me please?"

Silently, the man nodded and retreated into the shadows. He emerged a minute later, hoisting a huge wooden device under his arm. He carried it lightly, effortlessly and his muscles rippled smoothly as he bore it down to the well.

Making place in the center of the room, he set it up quickly and silently. It was a folding divan, a long, wide, low wooden bench. He brought a thick mattress and unfolded it on the bench and then covered it with a colourful spread in a traditional tribal print.

Two fat bolsters at either end completed it. He stepped back. Sayali nodded in satisfaction. He went back up the stairs and moved to a corner. He stood in silence, his arms crossed, his legs spread. His cock dangled hugely, and his massive pectorals bunched between his equally awesome biceps.

Sayali smiled and turned to her audience. Slowly, she dropped the *pallu* of her *sari* and began to unravel her garment. There was complete, awed silence. She unwrapped it till it was held only by the last pleat. They did not know that she was naked beneath; one final tug and her body would be revealed.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts were large and full and the men stared, transfixed at her deep cleavage. They could see the hard points of her long nipples. With tantalizingly slow movements, she caressed her breasts through the blouse, lifting them in her hands, squeezing them, crushing them together.

Then her blouse was undone and she opened it fully and tugged at the final pleat of her *sari*. Her clothes rustled to the floor and she was naked. There was a sharp intake of her breath. She smiled, lovely in her nakedness.

The gold girdle was eroticism itself; it dipped into the crack of her cunt-lips and vanished between her thighs and ran between her buttocks. Naked, she caressed herself, sensuously, stroking her belly, her thighs, her breasts, cupping her crotch.

"I love being fucked," she murmured, her voice husky and soft. "There's nothing better than having a big cock in my cunt ... the ultimate pleasure ..."

Kneeling on the divan, she lifted her breasts, her legs spread and, looking at her guests, ran her tongue-tip slowly over her upper lip in an utterly lascivious gesture. Her nipples stiffened and her nostrils flared with excitement.

"And then, when I don't have a lover, I have to satisfy myself ..." she murmured. Slowly, she eased herself onto her back and began to lift her knees, spreading her legs. "So I masturbate ... as a young girl, I used anything I could ... a banana ... a cucumber ... anything ... now my toys are more satisfying."

As if on cue, the black man moved, like a statue coming to life. He walked down to the divan and handed her something. Then he stepped back and stood in the living area, taking up his position as before, an erotic bas-relief. Sayali brandished two dildoes.

Each was eight inches long, nearly two inches thick and shaped very like a real penis. One had a surface that was ribbed and ridged. Her knees rose and her legs spread and now her cunt was open to her guests' view.

They could see the soft flesh of her cunt, the gold strand glittering in her crack. Some of them began masturbating in excitement. On the divan, Sayali groaned and licked and kissed one dildo, then the other.

She took one, abandoned the other and slowly moved it between her legs, holding it with both hands. The men watched, transfixed, as she squeezed it slowly into her cunt, past the gold strand. She gasped and her back arched.

Deeper and deeper she pushed it, her arms stretched, her breasts squeezed between them. Nothing was put on, there was no pretense. Her nipples were rigid and her was suffused with excitement.

"Ohhh yes!" she moaned. "Ohhh yes!"

She began masturbating slowly, rocking the dildo in and out of her cunt with one hand, her hips bucking and writhing and gyrating erotically, while she played with her breasts with the other.

Her face turned from side to side, radiant with excitement, and she kept up a constant litany of sexual prattle. The men watched her masturbate. Faster and faster she went, gasping and groaning, her hips heaving and writhing. Suddenly, she turned over onto her front and continued, rocking back and forth on all fours, one hand pumping between her thighs.

The gold strand was clearly visible in her crack and between her buttocks. Now she grabbed the other dildo and, as her guests gaped and gasped, slowly pushed it into her anus. Her body fell forward, writhing and jerking and both hands were stretched, one under her, one behind her as she moved the two dildoes simultaneously back and forth.

With a shuddering gasp, she collapsed on her front, and slid the dildoes out of her flesh.

"It ... it is never the same ...," she moaned. "It is never as good as the real thing ... as a real, hard, hot cock, hungry for my cunt."

She rose to her knees, beautiful, slender, sensuous, undeniable and faced the black man. She lifted her breasts in her hands in wanton offering.

"Joe," she murmured. "Fuck me."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Smiling slightly, the gigolo stepped forward to the divan. She rose on her knees and tilted her face to his. They kissed, slowly, deeply, sexily, in full view of the guests. His big hands slid up her curved body and cupped her breasts. She caressed his magnificent torso and back, tracing the cuts and contours of his musculature with elegant fingertips. Her fingers trickled down his belly.

Her fingers twined in his leather belt and quickly darted round to his back, flicked open the clasp. The girdle came loose. Gently, she pulled off the codpiece. The audience gasped. His penis was enormous, dark, circumcised, the shaft smoothly shorn to the base, the balls depilated. Sayali caressed the enormous penis and balls gently, deftly.

He caressed and squeezed her breasts. Groaning, she bent her head and sucked his nipples gently, teething and tonguing them. The gigolo smiled slightly. Sayali slipped off the divan and her tongue trailed a line down his belly, swirling through his navel and she nuzzled his crotch.

"God, I want this cock," she murmured. "I want it!"

Jerking it in her fist, she slipped her lips around the cock-head. Her long tongue swirled over the bulbous head. The man grunted and his penis stirred and began to swell. Sayali groaned and took more of it in her mouth, which distended with its size. The man fucked her face slowly, his hips rocking gently, one hand on her head, moving it slowly back and forth between his thighs.

His penis grew harder and thicker and longer till, finally, it was over nine inches long and two inches thick. It was a monstrous appendage, more apposite to a stallion than a man. Sayali loved it. She moaned and whimpered, caressing her breasts and cunt as she sucked it eagerly. Rising slightly, she squeezed her breasts in a sheath around it and masturbated him, her head bent to lick and suck the cock-head as it popped out of the valley between her breasts. Her long *mangalsutra* rippled over his cock-shaft.

"Come on, slut! Suck it!" he commanded in a low, rich baritone.

Groaning, she resumed sucking the cock. Now the man fucked her face for his own pleasure, rocking her head back and forth with both hands. She groaned and gasped deep in her cock-filled throat, one hand still jerking the shaft. Her face bloated with its size.

Pre-cum gunk spurted from the slit in its head and, instantly, sheopened her mouth wide and dropped her face low, jerking his cock so that everyone could see it shoot into her mouth.

"Come in my mouth," she moaned. "I want to drink your jizz."

The gigolo nodded and pulled her face back to his crotch. She sucked his penis hungrily and eagerly now caressing his balls and anus with her *mangalsutra*. The man gasped as she pressed the necklace to his asshole and stroked his shaft with it. His cock glistened and gleamed between her lips.

"Yeh! Take it! Take it whore! Take it!" he gasped.

For several minutes, the Nigerian gigolo fucked Sayali's face. His buttocks writhed and pumped rapidly back and forth and his cock glistened as it slid in and out of her mouth. She licked and sucked it cunningly. Suddenly, he groaned. Sayali opened her mouth wide and jerked his cock rapidly.

Thick streams of creamy jizz shot from his cock-head. The guests could see it spurting into her mouth, could see her swallowing it. It spattered her face and neck. She shook it over her breasts and cleavage, squeezed her breasts over it. It sputtered and more and more jizz splashed on her body.

Grunting, he pulled her head back to his crotch. Slowly, moaning in pleasure, caressing her gunk-covered breasts, she sucked his cock again for a few minutes. The Nigerian pushed her head away. His cock was still rock-hard, his erection still immense. Sayali stroked his cock and smiled as she rose. Sitting on the edge of the divan, she looked at her guests, one hand on the gigolo's cock, masturbating him.

"This why Joe is one of the city's most sought-after gigolos," she murmured. "He can come repeatedly without tiring." She smiled. "Now ... heaven ..."

Gently, the gigolo pushed her onto her back on the divan. He pulled her legs open and slid her body down so that her hips were at the edge. Sayali wound her legs about his hips. He bent over her and kissed her heavily and deeply. She pressed against him, caressing his broad, smooth back and buttocks.

When he rose, there was jizz on his chest and belly. She licked it lasciviously, swallowing the seed. He bent his head to her breasts and began to suck them slowly, drawing the luscious mounds into his mouth, flipping at her stiff nipples with his tongue, nibbling on them.

Squeezing her breasts together, he sucked on them simultaneously. Sayali gasped and writhed under him. His fingers moved into her crotch and pushed her cunt-lips open. Her hips arched and he slid a finger into her slit. She groaned and her hips pumped as he masturbated her, sucking her breasts sharply.

"Oh fuck yes! Ohhhh yes Joe yes!" she gasped.

The black man smiled and moved his head lower, licking and kissing her cum-flecked body. His tongue rippled through her navel and she whimpered and her legs jerked wide. He went lower still till his face was between her thighs. Sayali groaned eagerly and lifted her hips high, her finger clawing her cunt-lips open.

"C'mon Joe, come on! Lick my slit!" she gasped.

The gigolo flicked her fingers away and prised her cunt-lips wide with strong, thick fingers. He slid his tongue out; it was exceptionally long and supple, a bright pink. It jabbed into her slit, past the gold strand. Sayali gasped and arched hard, her mouth jerking open, her head arching back.

Her hands flew to her breasts and she crushed them eagerly. The man's tongue rippled up and down her wet crack. His tongue swirled and rolled, twisted this way and that, flicked at her gorged clitoris. She gasped and cried out, writhing and thrashing erotically on the divan, her hips bucking and jerking. His tongue narrowed to a sharp spade point and he pressed it deep into her slit. Sayali's hips bucked savagely.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!" she cried.

Her head jerked to one side, her mouth wide open, her eyes closed, her nostrils flared. Her breathing was ragged and heavy. She clenched his head, pinning it in her crotch. The man slid two fingers into her slit and started tongue- and finger-fucking her simultaneously.

Sayali went wild. Her body thrashed and heaved on the bed, her head jerking from side to side, her back arching and falling, her breasts bouncing as she rocked and jerked up and down as though she was being fucked.

"Oh god yes do it do it ... ohhh god yes ... lick my cunt, baby! Ohhh yes!"

The man's tongue was exceptionally adroit. He maneuvered it in her cunt-flesh deftly, flicking at her clitoris, rippling up and down her slit, licking her cunt-lips, jabbing in and out. His tongue took different shapes, worked at different lengths.

His head rolled and moved up and down between her thighs as his fingers pumped and wriggled in her cunt. Sayali clenched his head and moved it round and round in her crotch, hissing in pleasure as the waves of pleasure steadied to a rhythm.

She caressed her swollen breasts excitedly. The watching men had an unobstructed view of her distended cunt, the glittering gold chain in her sodden crack, his tongue pressing it against her clitoris.

"Mmm ... yeh ... oh that's wonderful, Joe ... yes ... oh fuck yes ... god ... you lick slit better than anyone ... ohhh yes ... do it, lover ... lick my slit! Ahhh yes!"

He got on the divan and straddled her body. She groaned as he moved up, squeezing her breasts over his penis. Her head craned and she tried to catch his cock in her mouth as it moved in and out of her cleavage. He fucked her breasts briefly and then, turning around, kneeling over her face, pushed his cock into her mouth and bent forward over her in a sixty-nine.

Sayali moaned deep in her throat and sucked his cock and balls hungrily. His hips pumped over her face and her cunt bucked and heaved at his.

After several minutes, they rolled apart. Sayali lay on her back on the divan, panting and gasping as he got to his feet and stood between her spread legs.

"Fuck me," she moaned, spreading her cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand, holding his cock with the other. "Fuck me hard, Joe!"

The gigolo paused with his cock-head at her cunt-lips. Then his buttocks flexed slowly and his hips swung forward. His cock-head squeezed between her cunt-lips, past the gold thread, and burst into her body.

Sayali cried out sharply, her back cambering, the breath whooshing from her throat. Her mouth jerked open and her long neck arched. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. He paused.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Joe! Shove it all in!"

The man chuckled softly and eased his hips forward and down. His cock disappeared into her flesh. Sayali moaned thickly, her head rolling languorously from shoulder to shoulder. Deeper and deeper it went, till it was embedded to the hilt.

Then he began to fuck her, slowly and heavily, standing upright between her thighs. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung back and forth in a steady, unhurried rhythm. His cock glistened as it went in and out of her cunt.

One hand on her belly, the other on his hip, the gigolo fucked her masterfully, in total, awesome control. Under him, Sayali groaned and gasped, writhing and panting, her chest heaving, her body jerking and rocking under his fluid thrusts.

"More!" she gasped. "Give me more! Fuck me harder! Come on, Joe! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!"

The man built up speed slowly. She cried out and her body jerked and lurched on the divan. His hips rocked and swung back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully as he drove his massive penis in and out of her cunt. He never took his eyes off her face.

His hands slid up and down her slender body, caressing her heavy, bouncing breasts, crushing them and making her whimper and writhe ecstatically. Her hips juddered and heaved up and down to his groin. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders and hips, gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her flesh.

Her motions smoothened and matched his in perfect syncopation.

"This is terrific," she smiled, her eyes glittering with lust. "You're fabulous."

"Thank you," he murmured. "You are very good, too. Now. Faster."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He bent forward, his arms outstretched, his hands on the sides of the divan, her legs locked under his armpits, her body bent over, and began to move even faster. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, his cock grinding deep into her cunt. As he moved in, he swung his hips in tight circles, entering her from all angles.

She gasped and cried out. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips with each thrust. He went faster and faster and his handsome head arched back and he groaned in pleasure. Faster still, and now he was ramming and reaming greedily into her. She clenched his biceps and gasped and cried out loudly.

"Ohhhhh yes yes yes Ohhh god yes fuck me fuck me fuck me Joe-uhhhhOHHHHh!"

Sayali orgasmed violently, her body arching and stiffening, the breath hissing from her throat. The man slammed his cock into her repeatedly with each rising wave of her orgasm, making her lurch and arch and jerk and cry out. The orgasm intensified, lengthened, waned.

Slowly, he pulled out of her. He paused and looked at Suresh. Suresh stepped forward and gave him a thick black sheath of hard rubber. The man nodded his thanks and slowly pulled the sheath over his cock, turning so that the audience could see. It was a snug, perfect fit and encased his cock-shaft like a glove.

It was open-ended, and his cock-head popped out of the aperture. The surface of the sheath was ribbed and ridged with raised knobs and long, flexible spikes.

He moved onto the divan on his knees, pushing her back slightly, and bent over her again, between her legs. She held his cock and guided him into her cunt, kissing him feverishly. Bent over her on outstretched arms and legs, he paused with his sheathed penis at her cunt-lips. Her hips jerked hungrily at his.

"Come on, lover, do it!" she murmured.

Joe bent over her again and pressed his cock-head to her cunt. She reached down and spread her cunt-lips wide open. Bending his head to watch, he flexed his buttocks and began to slide his hips down.

The cock-head popped into her cunt. She gasped and tensed, her hips rising. He held still. She nodded, gasping, pulling her cunt-lips even wider open. He held his breath and slowly pushed forward. The sheathed shaft squeezed into her cunt.

The spikes bent and twisted. Sayali cried out, her back arching in a steep bow, her mouth jerking open, her head snapping back till the top of it was on the bed. Her breasts thrust up and he bent his head and sucked sharply on them. Her hands and arms were between their bodies, still holding her cunt-lips open.

He pressed in deeper and felt the frantic convulsing of her cunt. The stiff spikes and ridges and knobs scbangd and rasped over her gorged clitoris. Her body was on fire. The armoured cock drove deeper and deeper into her, its rough shaft scbanging and rasping through her flesh. Her legs rose and wound taut above his hard buttocks.

"Oh fuck oh fuck ohhhhhhh yes!" she cried. "Ohhhh god yes Ohhh ma yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Joe ohhhhhhunhhhhhhyes!"

She gripped his shoulders fiercely. Her breath came in rattling gasps and her chest heaved. Her nipples were rigid and he bent to suck and lick them, gently lapping his tongue over the hard points, swirling it over the puckered aureoles.

Plucking her long *mangalsutra* in his lips, he rolled it over her nipples. She gasped, shuddering in delight.

"Yes ... Uhh yes yes ... fuck me ... fuck me Joe ... fuck my cunt ..."

He fucked her slowly, marvelling at the effect the sheath had on her. He swung and rolled his hips, flexing and unflexing his buttocks mechanically. He was in no hurry; with the sheath, he could last forever.

His armoured penis stroked smoothly in and out of her cunt, rising and falling, emerging and disappearing. Sayali went wild under him as the hard ridges and knobs and spikes scbangd her inflamed clitoris and rasped in and out of her cunt.

Her head whipped from side to side and she clawed at his body frantically. Her hips shook and writhed and juddered under his. She began to move with him, in manifest urgency. She goaded him to go faster, to fuck her harder and deeper. His speed increased smoothly again, getting faster and faster till he was almost ram-fucking her. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and she squeezed them frantically. Their cries were loud and obscene.

Sayali's face contorted in lust and she cried out, her back arching, her breasts thrust up. He groaned, his head flung back and pressed in deeper and deeper. Her legs rose and wound taut about the small of his back. She clenched his buttocks.

His thrusts drove the gold strand into her cunt and her girdle snapped taut, the other end pressing into her anus. He drew out and the girdle slackened, and then he plunged into her again and it tautened and her back snapped in a bow under his. He kept fucking her rapidly and heavily, plunging his sheathed cock in and out of her cunt.

The spikes bent and scbangd against her cunt-lips and over her clitoris, the ridges and knobs crushed it under the weight of his massive penis. His buttocks bobbed and bounced, faster and faster, and his cock pistoned and plunged, rocketing in and out of her furiously. Her body jerked and thrashed uncontrollably under his and her cries were hoarse and ragged.

Her body arched and twisted and her face contorted as spasms of lust ravaged her pretty features. Her perfect teeth were bared in a trismus of passion. The man was relentless, ruthless, insatiable.

He fucked her furiously for what seemed an eternity, over ten minutes, never once losing speed. His muscles rippled smoothly and his ebony body glistened with sweat. She moaned and cried out and thrashed under him, her dusky body shining with perspiration.

He fucked her till she had another orgasm and then relented, gradually slowing his speed till he was finally rocking gently in and out of her cunt. Then he stopped and slid out of her cunt and pulled off the sheath.

"Don't stop ... please ... please don't stop ... fuck me again!" she begged.

He laughed softly. His muscular, sculpted body shone with sweat as he squeezed his cock into Sayali's taut cunt again. His body was angled over hers, and he rested his hands on her breasts, crushing them under his weight.

He ground his cock deep into her, swinging his hips savagely, entering her from all angles. She gasped and arched, her head flung back, her mouth torn open.

"Ohhhhhh uhhhhh Oh ma yes!" she gasped.

Slowly, her body pinned to the divan under his, he stroked his cock in and out of her cunt with wicked, spiralling thrusts. She moaned loudly.

"Ohhhh fuck yes Joe yes ... fuck me ohhhh god yes that's it ohhhhhh yes!"

Suddenly, he snapped to a hammering, furious, ram-fucking stroke. She cried out, her back arching and cambering, her mouth tearing open, her long neck arched. Her body jerked and snapped under his thrusts as he hammered his hips at her buttocks. Sayali gasped and her legs rose higher to hook over his shoulders, and the guests saw her buttocks curved up and lobed open and his cock hammering rapidly back and forth, up and down, in and out.

Her lust-ridden face whipped back and forth and her moans and panting gasps echoed in the room. She looked lovely, the straight 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.

"Ohhhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Joe," Sayali murmured.

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

By now Sayali looked dazed and groggy; yet there was no mistaking the wanton, greedy lust on her pretty face. She turned on her front and presented both her cunt and anus to Joe. He dropped astride her hips in a low squat and slowly entered her cunt again.

She groaned and rocked on her forearms and knees under him. He fucked her slowly and heavily, pumping his hips back and forth, his fingertips rocking her body back and forth under his. His cock emerged and disappeared between her buttocks.

His balls and thighs slapped against her buttocks. She groaned and cried out, her breasts pendulous and swinging. He squeezed them in his hands and moved faster.

"OHHHHhh unhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Ohhhhh yes!" she cried.

Ten minutes later, she had another orgasm, and another. Panting heavily, the man eased out of her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Now," he growled. "Now I want your ass, bitch! I want to fuck your butt!"

Sayali did not resist as he pushed her down deeply on her front in a *,,.,* position and lashed her wrists and ankles to the divan with silk scarves. He stood behind her and forced her buttocks open. Sayali moaned and tensed. Her dusky skin shimmered with sweat and her chest heaved. Her head rose slowly and she moaned, her fingers scrunching the rich tapestry counterpane on which she lay.

Her eyes were hooded and her lips fluttered open. She tensed, whimpering softly, and her eyes were wide and glassy. The gigolo pressed his enormous cock-head to her buttocks and, grinning lewdly, his eyes glittering with excitement, slowly flexed his buttocks. His cock-head forced her anus open and popped into her rear channel.

Sayali's body jerked forward and her head snapped back and her mouth tore open. A long, thin shriek erupted from her throat. Her face twisted and contorted and spasmed in agony. Tendons stood out and strained in her long neck and her lips snapped back in a savage rictus.

"More!" Suresh cried suddenly from the shadows. "Shove it in all the way, motherfucker! Ram it in!"

"Ohhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh god, yes, uhhhhh Ohhh yes!" The woman cried, her body writhing and shaking, twisting, her chest heaving frantically.

"Yes! Yes! Do it, bastard! Do it!"

"OhmauhhhhhOHhhunhhOHHHH!"

Sayali cried out again, louder and longer, her head arching violently backward, her back bending steeply down. Behind and above her, the tall, handsome, massively built black man gasped, arching his head. His naked body glistened with sweat. He groaned and his taut buttocks flexed and his hips slid further forward.

His enormous penis, moved forward, disappearing inexorably between Sayali's buttocks. She cried out again, and Suresh chortled gleefully. The penis went in deeper and deeper, seemingly endless. Sayali's voice was ragged, hoarse, cracked, and her cries came in choking, broken gasps and whimpering, sobbing moans. Her body heaved and writhed. Deeper and deeper the penis went till it was inside her fully, buried to the hilt.

Joe paused, and Sayali whimpered. He waited patiently. Her moans gradually dwindled and she began whimpering softly. His big hands slid up her slender, curved body to cup her swollen, pendulous breasts. Her nipples were long and stiff in small, dark aureoles.

He squeezed her breasts. She groaned, biting her lower lip and her buttocks swayed now, moving slowly, in circular motions. Her anus was deeply impaled by his penis.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Ohh god yes! Ohhh that's so good, Joe! Fuck my ass, baby ... fuck it hard! Ohhh god I want it! I want it all! Fuck me, lover! Fuck my butt! Do it!"

Joe grinned softly and, bending forward, kissed the nape of her neck. She turned her head to his, her buttocks squirming erotically under his hips and he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue.

He fondled her breasts, crushing them in his hands, and began fucking her anus, moving his hips gently back and forth. His enormous penis glistened as it slid back and forth, in and out, in and out of her asshole. Sayali whimpered and moaned in unbridled lust, gasping and panting. Joe moved slowly, deeply, relentlessly, savouring her flesh, pushing and squeezing his cock as deep as he could into her anus.

The guests watched in stunned silence as the dark man sodomised their hostess. He groaned and gasped, fucking her with long, slow, skewering, scrunching thrusts, burying his immense penis deep in her anus. Her face contorted with pain and lust and she moaned and gasped, the breath rattling from her throat in ragged sobs.

He moved faster and faster, jerking her body under his. Thrusting a hand under her belly, he fingered her slit and crushed her breasts. Sayali whimpered and exploded. The orgasm racked her body and the man relented. Groaning, he pulled out of her and, shaking his penis, exploded violently. Gunk spurted from his cock-head.

He sprayed it on her back and between her buttocks and thighs. Slowly, he squeezed his cock into her anus again and fucked her butt afresh briefly. Sayali groaned and writhed under him. He grinned and kissed her, squeezed her breasts. Then he moved out of her ass and entered her cunt. Sayali whimpered. At last, sated, he slid out of her and stepped back.

Sayali remained on the divan, her chest heaving, her naked body shimmering with sweat. The man caressed her gently. She writhed in pleasure.

Suresh looked at his guests. "Did you enjoy that?"

There was a chorus of murmured assent.

"Would you like to see more fucking? Perhaps another man? Our servant? Or would you like to try it yourself?"

After a minute's silence, a handsome young man got to his feet and dropped his trousers. "I want that whore," he grunted. "I want to fuck your wife."

Suresh smiled. "Certainly, Abhay." He waved him forward.

Sayali sat up and held out her hand. "Come here, you," she said. "Come and fuck me ... fuck me like a whore ... come on, I want it!"

The man gasped in excitement as she pulled him on the divan beside her and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, astride his body, kissing him, writhing against his erection, sucking his nipples, trickling down to suck his cock. The man groaned as she took him in her mouth and began to suck him quickly and deeply, her head rocking up and down over his lap.

His cock was seven inches long and correspondingly thick. It would satisfy her. He groaned and gasped, his hips bucking under her face, one hand on her head, rocking it up and down to suit his pleasure.

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 drove him wild. He held her buttocks and dragged her down deeper onto his cock.

"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, Sayali rode the man'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 *mangalsutra* around her neck slapped on her fair skin.

"OHHHhh Abhay-Abhay-Abhay-yes ohhh god yes yes ohhhhh yes ohhh god yes yes ohhh 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 AHHHHHHHH!" Sayali cried.