Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She began to sweat. Her voice was husky, filled with obscenities, and he responded in like fashion. Sayali bucked and bounced furiously up and down on her guest's cock. Her cunt slid up the shaft, then scrunched down.

Her belly trembled and quivered as his penis penetrated her innards. She leaned back on an outstretched arm and, with her other hand, opened her cunt-lips wide and let his cock rasp between her fingers into her cunt. She squeezed her breasts in excitement, her head arching back, her face twisted with lust. She hissed in delight as he rocked up hard into her. She toyed with her clitoris.

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

She leaned back on both hands and, arching her face upward, swung her hips rapidly in tight, excited circles, churning her cunt flesh with his pestle, moaning loudly with excitement. Her shoulders hunched with deep hollows.

Her breasts were hot and swollen. Rivers of lust rippled through her delectable body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck as sweat beaded her skin.

The *mangalsutra* tossed and jumped around her neck. Her guest-lover fondled her turgid breasts, making her whimper and arch her head in ecstasy. Faster and faster she went, rising and falling, crying out and moaning louder and louder.

She jerked and bounced on his cock in a frenzy. Hitting a breathtaking orgasm, her cunt contracting fiercely on his throbbing penis, Sayali arched back with a shuddering moan, her cunt grinding down hard onto his upthrust cock.

He gasped under her. Somehow, he managed to hold back. She moaned, her cunt impaled deeply on his cock and slowly, lurched forward, her hands on his chest. Her hips writhed slowly over his.

"Do you like me?" she murmured. "Does this feel good?"

"Fuck, you're great!" he gasped, as her cunt squeezed his penis hungrily.

"Then fuck me, lover! Fuck me like a whore!"

Smiling and moaning, she began rocking up and down on his cock again. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and he squeezed them feverishly, his hips pumping under her. Her *mangalsutra* slapped on her chest.

The gold chain in her cunt rasped over his cock, making him groan in pleasure. Sayali bent and kissed him like a lover, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth. He squeezed her breasts and whimpered and lost himself, shooting into her slit.

She slid off his cock, and already the next guest was waiting, panting with excitement, his erect penis throbbing and quivering eagerly. Hardly had her first lover got off the divan than the second man was shoving her down on her back, jerking her legs open and plunging his penis into her slit.

He stood at the foot of the divan, her thighs in his hands and hammered his hips excitedly back and forth. Sayali hissed in joy. Her hand was flat on her sucked-in belly and it slid lower and she fingered her slit.

"Come on ... do it," she muttered. "Fuck me lover ... fuck me hard!"

That evening, Sayali was fucked by all five guests. They took her greedily, plunging into her cunt and ass and mouth, some of them taking generous second helpings. Finally, they were sated. Joe and Suresh served a fresh round of drinks. Sayali cleaned up.

She returned, still naked except for her jewelry and served them delicious snacks. Dinner was served by Sayali and a handsome servant, a man she said was her frequent lover, too. The guests ate ravenously. After dinner, one of them said he would like to watch the servant fuck her.

Suresh lit a cigarette and smiled to himself. On the divan, his servant was fucking his wife furiously, lying behind her, plunging his penis in and out of her cunt. She groaned and gasped and cried out, her face contorted with excitement as the huge penis thundered in and out of her cunt.

The guests were masturbating again, watching transfixed. She turned her head back and the servant kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her turgid breasts, one hand on her hip, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. She whimpered joyously, her buttocks jerking and writhing against his crotch, sucking his tongue as he pressed his lips to hers.

At a sign from Suresh, the gigolo stepped forward again and pushed his penis into her mouth. The servant chuckled and slowed his movements. The two men fucked her together. Her face was distended by the size of the gigolo's penis.

They paused to change places and position. She knelt on all fours on the divan and Joe began fucking her cunt slowly and heavily from behind, standing at the foot of the couch. The servant stood at the other end, grinning down at her, fucking her face, a hand on his hip, pumping back and forth, the other on her head. He reached down and squeezed her swinging, pendulous breasts.

"Mm, yeh ... suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!" he grunted.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

They fucked her cunt and mouth for several minutes. Her body rocked and swung between theirs, her long *mangalsutra* and heavy breasts swinging. She obviously enjoyed the simultaneous fucking and her buttocks writhed and squirmed in pleasure against Joe's thighs and her cunt ran up and down the length of his shaft.

She sucked her servant's cock with evident hunger, holding his hips, her head rolling from side to side and moving back and forth. The two penises glistened and gleamed as they went in and out of the antipodal orifices. Joe looked up at the servant, then at Suresh.

"Let's do a cunt and butt fuck," he said to Suresh.

Suresh nodded. He spoke to the servant in Hindi, instructing him. The servant grinned and nodded. They released Sayali and, moaning and panting, she made place for the servant on the divan. He lay under her, his hips at the edge. She knelt astride his lean hips and, holding his penis, slowly impaled her cunt on it with a shuddering moan.

She leaned forward and kissed her servant hungrily. Her cunt rocked gently up and down on his cock. His cock shone as it went in and out of her hair-rimmed pussy. She spread her knees wider and her buttocks parted, exposing her anus.

Joe grinned and stroked his penis, lubricating it with his gunk. Licking four fingers, he smeared them on her anus, grinning in anticipation. He pressed his cock-head to her anus and she tensed, her cunt sinking on her servant's cock.

Behind her, the gigolo squeezed his cock-head to anus, one hand on his shaft, the other on her hip. She moaned, yielded and he flexed his buttocks slowly and, before the pop-eyed guests, forced his cock-head into her taut rear channel.

"OhhhhhhhhhhhhmaunhhhhhhhAHHH!" Sayali gasped, her head snapping up, her face contorting in lust, her lips jerking back over her white teeth.

Her body tensed and her neck arched, tendons popping in her throat. The servant laughed and squeezed her breasts. The gigolo gripped her hips and slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her anus. Sayali's voice broke in rattling, heaving sobs.

Deeper and deeper the gigolo went till he was embedded in her ass. He grunted softly as her buttocks squirmed and trembled and clenched taut. Her cunt and ass convulsed frantically on the two cocks in her cunt and anus.

"OHHHUNHHHOH OH OH OH OH OHHH GOD OH GOD OHHH!"

Sayali's face was screwed up in an agony of passion. Slowly, her head sank between her shoulders. Her back curved and her chest heaved. The two men began fucking her slowly and heavily. She cried out again, her head arching, then falling, arching and falling.

Her gasps and cries grew louder and she began to shriek thinly as the men moved faster and more heavily, grinding their penises into her flesh. The gold strands had snapped taut and the girdle bit into the soft flesh of her naked midriff, adding to her ecstatic torment.

The servant hit her breasts rapidly, repeatedly and the gigolo dug his hands into her buttocks with excitement as he thrust greedily into her clonic anus. Sayali cried out, her body thrashing between theirs.

As if on cue, the two men stopped simultaneously and slid out of her. Sayali collapsed on the divan, her body racked by heaving sobs. But they were not yet sated. They turned her around with her back to the servant. She obeyed them and, holding her servant's cock, gently sank her anus onto it. His cock-head burst into her asshole and she cried out, her head whipping back, her fingers taut on his shaft.

Her chest heaving, she slid her ass lower and lower, impaling herself on his dick. Then, moaning, she eased herself down onto her back and stretched her legs before her, spreading them wide on either side of his.

Her face turned and the servant kissed her, squeezing her breasts. She groaned and reached down with one hand to spread her cunt-lips for her magnificent gigolo. He moved forward and, pulling her legs apart, stretching her cunt-lips wide open, pressed his cock-head to her cunt.

She whimpered, writhing, impaled on the servant's penis and the gigolo's buttocks flexed slowly and his cock squeezed into her cunt, crushing her cunt-flesh. Sayali cried out, her head arching, her back bowing. The gigolo bent and sucked her breasts. The servant jerked her head to his and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Sandwiched between the two men, Sayali writhed and thrashed as they fucked her cunt and ass together. The two huge penises sawed in and out of her cunt and ass, hitting a rhythm so that both entered her body together. The gigolo's thrusts forced her ass down on to the servant's erection.

Then the two penises slipped outward, and ran into her again, out and in again. The gold chains were tensioned between her thighs and girdle bit into her belly. They moved faster and faster, pushing and forcing their cocks into her. She orgasmed repeatedly, moaning and crying out.

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

"Take it! Take it whore! Take my cock!" the servant grunted.

"Oh-huh-oh-huh-oh-huh-ohyeh!" Joe gasped, stroking deeply into her flesh.

Several minutes later, the servant groaned and jerked her off his cock. His penis quivered and then he exploded, his jizz spurting into the cleft between her buttocks and over her back and thighs. Seconds later, the gigolo followed, sliding out of her cunt and, masturbating vigorously, shot his load.

Thick gunk sputtered over her belly and hit her breasts and cunt and thighs. Sayali moaned deliriously. Slowly, both men squeezed their sated cocks into her cunt and ass again, making her cry out.

The guests applauded wildly. Abhay and two more wanted to fuck her again, and asked Suresh for his permission.

"Leave something for the next party guys," Suresh grinned.

The guests protested, but Suresh was firm. After all, she needed a break, and it was late already. Their wives would be waiting for them. The men grinned, chuckled. They left together, thanking Suresh and Sayali profusely, promising to keep their appointments with Suresh in his office the next day. When the last had left, Suresh returned to the living room.

Sayali was sipping a drink. Joe was fixing one for himself and the servant, who sprawled on the sofa, his body streaming with sweat.

"Thank you all. That was very effective," Suresh said. "I'm going to turn in. Sayali?"

"Have you got a girl?"

"Yes. She should be here any minute. Nisha. She'll stay the night."

"Want us to join you?"

"No. I'd like to be alone with her. What about you? Shall I ask for someone?"

Sayali smiled and got up. "With these two available? You must be joking. Come on guys, let's go in and fuck again. I want you in my cunt and ass again."

Later, as he fucked the lovely Nisha, her curved body rocking on all fours under him, her buttocks swaying and writhing erotically as he pushed his penis deeper and deeper into her anus, Suresh smiled to himself in satisfaction. Things were going well. His business was booming, his marriage was an unquestioned success, and he had wonderful women to fuck.

He chuckled softly and slid his hands up her slender, curved body and squeezed her pendulous breasts. Her cunt contracted on his throbbing penis and her head arched slowly and she moaned thickly.

He looked at her reflection in the wall-to-wall mirror at the foot of the bed: her planed, angular face creased in delight, her luscious lips parted, her long neck arched, her *mangalsutra* swaying, her breasts heavy and swollen, her dark, *kajal*-rimmed eyes glittering with lust. Her tongue arched over her upper lip sensuously.

"Come on, Suresh," she groaned. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard!"

He chuckled softly and creased her buttocks open in his hands, pressing his thumb to her anus. She moaned, writhing under him.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, whore," he muttered, leaning forward over her, his lips hot on the nape of her long neck. "I'm going to ram-fuck your ass."

"Yes," she gasped, her head turning to his, her lips seeking his feverishly. "Do it, Suresh ... fuck my butt ... please ... I want you to."

He laughed. "Later, whore. Later. All in good time." He licked her ear lasciviously, his hands on her breasts.

Grunting, Suresh straightened and, holding the pretty woman's slender hips, began to fuck her cunt rapidly, hammering his hips at her buttocks. His flesh slapped against hers, his thighs cannoned off her buttocks, pummelling them vigorously. His inflamed penis thundered in and out of her cunt.

He jerked her cunt up and down the length of his penis. Nisha gasped and moaned, rocking and jerking violently back and forth under him, moaning and panting deliriously in unfaked pleasure. Suresh felt her cunt contract on his penis and he gasped, tossing his head back and losing himself in the pleasures of her tender flesh.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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(5) Tropical Heat

There was a darker side to things, as there always is. Suresh had no way of knowing that his wife, Sayali had a secret lover, one whom no one knew of, not even her masters at the sex company, Hedon & Venery. Suresh revelled in the candour of their marriage -- he believed she had no secrets from him, as he certainly had none from her. He knew that she was a full-time whore at Hedon & Venery, that she worked at a brothel called The Apistia, that she did live sex-shows and performed in films and for steamy pornographic magazines.

She fucked the servants in the house, and any of their friends she fancied. They had group orgies with close friends and frequent wife-swapping parties. At dinner parties for his business associates, she put on sex-shows with the servants or hired gigolos, and allowed the guests to fuck her. With very important businessmen, she went one-on-one, spending entire nights and, sometimes, long weekends with them.

The results were invariably profitable, and Sayali never complained. In graphic detail, she recounted the sex. When she could, she had it all video taped. Suresh had hours of footage of his wife as a sex-slave, servicing businessmen, their friends, hirelings, complete strangers.

Suresh, too, had his share of lovers, when time permitted : maids, whore, call-girls, Sayali's friends, his friends' wives – Suresh enjoyed fucking them and he, too, recounted his affairs for Sayali. With such transparency in their marriage, Suresh had no reason to suspect his wife. The question of infidelity did not arise -- both were constantly and openly unfaithful.

But there were days when Sayali didn't go to work. Instead, she left the house as usual, drove into town, stopped en route to call The Apistia to say she would not be in that day, parked her car in a lot and took a taxi to a small, quiet lane by the docks.

Alighting from the taxi, she waited till it turned the corner and was out of sight. Then she walked quickly down the lane and turned into a narrow blind alley that ran perpendicular to the lane. At the end of the alley stood an old three-storied block of flats.

It was a run-down wooden structure, the timber rotten and decaying in many parts, some windows boarded, others without shutters, still others broken and open like gaping wounds. There was no door to the building, and Sayali entered and climbed three flights of long, broad, shallow wooden steps, clutching the curved wooden bannister, worn smooth by countless hands. Most of the flats were empty. One or two had signs of desultory life, an occasional line of washing or a tinny radio squeaking and scratching.

Sayali climbed to the top floor and turned down the corridor to the flat at the rear of the house. Using a key taken from her small handbag, she let herself into the flat.

In comparison to the rest of the building, the flat was surprisingly well-kept. The walls were neatly plastered and painted a soft white. The door opened into a large, simply furnished room with a high, sloping ceiling. Tall windows stretched along the length of the far wall. The room overlooked the harbour and the busy dockyard, beyond several rows of red tiled roofs. An open door at one end of the room led into an airy and clean kitchen, fitted with simple and basic appliances – a small refrigerator, a two-ring gas stove, a steel sink and a granite worktop. Another door set half-way down the side wall was open and showed a bedroom with a bathroom ensuite.

The living room in which Sayali stood held scattered, minimal furniture, mostly of inexpensive wood or white-painted cane – two deep armchairs, a sofa, a small glass-topped coffee table, a dining table with four chairs. The walls were bare. A rug on the floor added colour. The sofa and chairs were upholstered with brightly patterned fabric, and held plump cushions.

Sayali closed the door behind her. A black man emerged from the bedroom. He was tall and very handsome, with a superb physique. He wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. He had thick black hair, swept back off his forehead. His nose was long and straight and slightly curved; the lips were slim and wide. His jaw was strong and well-defined, sexily square. His dark eyes were deep-set.

He was clean-shaven. His body was stunning: a muscular neck stretched to broad shoulders and led to a wide, deeply cleaved chest. His torso was hairless and smooth, his armpits were shaved clean. His nipples were small and dark and sharp, pulled wide and low on either side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit. His back was smooth and strong, curved inward to the spine, and snaking down to his taut buttocks. His belly was rock-hard, ridged with slabs of musculature. He was barefoot, and his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. He stopped in the doorway, with one arm raised, hand resting on the doorjamb and looked at Sayali impassively.

Sayali paused, studying him, her eyes raking his body. Her face flushed with excitement. Her eyes glittered and her nostrils flared and her lips parted. Dropping her purse on the floor, she moved towards the man, kicking off her sandals. He waited silently, carved out of a stone, an erotic bas-relief.

Sayali was clad in a simple *churidar* and *kurta*. Her 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 earrings, gold finger-rings, silver anklets and toe-rings. She dropped her *dupatta* as she approached the man, and unbuttoned her *kurta*. Beneath, she was naked.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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** A Beautiful Conversation Btwn Principal and Student**

This is a Nice Conversation , Pliz take some time N read u Will Njoy a Lot



A beautiful Madam was having trouble with one of her studens in 1st Grade class. Madam asked,"Boy. what is your problem?"

Boy answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade.My sister is in the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 4th Grade!"

Madam had enough. She took the Boy to the principal's office. While the Boy waited in the outer office, madam explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Madam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his

questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave.She agreed.

the Boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.




Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"

Boy.: "9".

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Boy.: "36".

And so it went with every question the principal thought a 4th grade should know. Theprincipal looks at Madam and tells her, "I think Boy can go to the 4th grade."

Madam says to the principal, "I have some of my own questions.

Can I ask him ?" The principal and Boy both agreed.

Madam asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of"?

Boy, after a moment "Legs."



Madam: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"

Boy.: "Pockets."





Madam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval,

delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?

Boy.: Coconut

Madam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft And sticky?

The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy was taking charge.

Boy.: Bubblegum

Madam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?

The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...

Boy.: Shake hands


Madam: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.

Boy.: Tent




Madam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first.

The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.

Boy.: Wedding Ring

Madam: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.

Boy.: Nose




Madam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.

Boy.: Arrow

Madam: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement?

Boy.: Firetruck




Madam: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' & if u dont get it, u have to use urhand.

Boy.: Fork




Madam: What is it that all men have one of it's longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?

Boy.: SURNAME.

Madam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, & is responsible for making love ?

Boy.: HEART.




The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher,

"Send this Boy to
IIM AHEMEDABAD,
I got the last ten questions wrong myself!".

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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(5) Tropical Heat

Before the man, she stopped for a second, her eyes locking with his. Then her hands slid up his torso, caressing him sensuously, and then she bent her head and, moaning softly, licked his nipple. The man did not move. Sayali groaned and tugged at the cord of her *churidar*. It rustled to her feet and she kicked it aside.

Slowly, she drew the *kurta* off her head. Her breasts were heavy and warm with excitement, her long nipples rigid, her aureoles puckered. She pressed against him, caressing his body, writhing her flesh against his, pushing her hands into his trousers, squeezing his buttocks. Tugging his jeans down, she slithered to her knees before the man. He kicked his jeans aside.

Still limp, the man's circumcised penis was eight inches long and correspondingly thick. It hung from a thatch of neatly trimmed, sparse pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. His cock and balls were smoothly shorn. Sayali moaned thickly as she took his cock in her hands and caressed it lovingly. Jerking it deftly, she stroked her face with it, her eyes half-closed, her lips fluttering open. His penis stirred in her hands and she slowly took his cock-head in her mouth. A slow grin creased the man's face. His belly rippled. Now he raised his other arm and spread his legs so that he seemed to be spreadeagled in the doorway.

Sayali sucked the man's penis hungrily, holding his shaft and jerking it back and forth. His penis quivered and stirred and began to swell in her mouth and fingers. The man grunted as his penis grew to an enormous size, over ten inches long, nearly two inches thick. Slowly, he flexed his buttocks and slid his hips forward at her face. Sayali groaned and, gripping his hips, took his cock deeper in her mouth, sucking feverishly.

The man was a Nigerian '. called Hamid and he was an escaped convict. Arrested for banging the seventeen-year old daughter of the dean of the college where he was a student, he had jumped bail and disappeared. Sayali noticed him one afternoon at the market, while she was shopping for groceries. One look at him and her body blazed with lust.

He walked like a panther, his muscles rippling smoothly under his tight T-shirt and jeans. When he left the market, she followed him back to the building. She watched him go inside and waited in her car. Her body was hot with lust as she gazed at his window, trying to picture his body and him fucking her demonically, stroking powerfully in and out of her flesh.

For an entire week, she tailed him from the market, wondering how to get into the flat and his bed. She toyed with the idea of using the direct approach -- going up, ringing the bell and offering herself to him. The more she studied him, the more she wanted him. Fantasising, she masturbated with her hand between her legs.

A week after she first saw him, she was sitting in her car, just slipping into a particularly erotic fantasy of him sodomising her, when she felt a knife at her throat and heard his voice. He was *in* the car, in the back-seat, his lips very close to her ear.

"Outside, bitch," he hissed softly. "Now. One word and I'll rip your throat."

Sayali stifled a scream of surprise. She flicked a glance at him in the rear-view mirror. His face was dark and tense. He reached forward and flicked open her door and shoved her out. Before she could regain her balance, he was behind her, twisting her arm behind her back, the knife at her neck, shoving her forward, hustling her into the building.

"You're hurting me!" she cried, inside.

"Shut up, bitch. Upstairs!"

He pushed her up the stairs, kicked open the door of his flat, shoved her inside and slammed it behind him. As she stumbled forward and turned, she heard the bolts click. He advanced toward her menacingly, holding an enormous glistening knife, one edge saw-toothed. Sayali went cold with fear and backed away slowly.

"Who are you?" he snarled. "What the fuck do you want? Why're you following me? Are you with the cops?"

A long, muscular arm shot out and grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. Sayali cried out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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(5) Tropical Heat

The sharp point of the knife pressed to her chin. Sayali froze, her eyes wide with fear. The man's face was very close to hers, his breath hot on her face. The knife point slipped lower, to her throat. Sayali went cold. The man's eyes bored into hers, and she seemed to see a glint of excitement deep within. The knife slid sideways and flicked the *pallu* of her *sari* off her left shoulder. Her blouse was tight, cut high and short, its neck wide and low, deeply scooped: her breasts bulged in its confines, squeezed together in an enticing cleavage. The lower hem ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out like succulent fruit. Her long *mangalsutra* dangled around her neck, the twin strands nestling between her breasts, the amulet on her belly.

The man dragged the point of the knife down her cleavage to the neck of her blouse. He paused. Sayali tensed. He increased the pressure. The knife sliced through her tight blouse. It fell open. Sayali was naked under it. The man's eyes glittered at the sight of her naked breasts. Gently, he used the point of the knife to lift the blouse off her breasts, moved it gently over her nipples and breasts. Despite the danger of her situation, Sayali felt a frisson of lust and her nipples blossomed in excitement. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes in tension.

For a few seconds, the man toyed with her breasts, running the knife tenderly around her aureoles and nipples, through her cleavage. He was obviously very expert; he did not nick her even once. Sayali grew hot with lust and her nipples throbbed in excitement. The man moved closer and she gasped softly as she felt his tongue and lips at her ear, the knife sliding down her belly. He paused and then, with a deft flick, cut through her *sari* and petticoat. She wore no panties and when the clothes rustled to her feet, she was completely naked. The knife slipped to her crotch. Sayali froze as she felt the cold blade at her cunt-lips.

Then there was a soft click and the pressure of the knife vanished. He cupped her breasts in both hands and swirled his tongue through her earlobe, pressing his crotch to hers. Sayali felt a wave of relief crash over her. Instinctively, she wound her arms around his neck. "So that's it," the man chuckled softly. "You're chasing black cock-meat."

Sayali opened her eyes and looked at him. He was devilishly sexy. He was wearing a sleeveless vest and tight jeans. She slid her hands up his incredibly muscular torso, caressing its magnificent contours. "Yes," she whispered. "That's what I want. Ever since I saw you at the market last week, that's what I've wanted."

"What's your name?"

"Sayali."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. What do they call you?"

He grinned, his dark eyes twinkling. "Hamid."

Sayali smiled. "Hi, Hamid."

She slid her hands under his vest, rucking it up under his arms, and bent forward to lick his nipple. His hand slid down her belly to her crotch. His fingers came away wet. He moved them to her face and she kissed and licked them sensuously, tasting her cunt-juice. Her fingers slipped to his jeans and she unclasped them, unzipped his fly and slid one hand into his crotch. Her fingers closed around the enormity of his penis.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god yes, I want your cock, Hamid ... c'mon, Hamid ... fuck me ... please ... I want you to fuck me ..."

Groaning deliriously, Sayali slid to her knees before Hamid and buried her face in his crotch. For the next three hours, Sayali was fucked and fucked and fucked, relentlessly and repeatedly. He fucked her in every orifice, in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass, and then he started all over. He was untiring, and alternated at will between a violent, demanding rhythm, plunging greedily into her flesh, ramming and reaming into her so that her slender, lissom body tossed and jerked and thrashed uncontrollably under his, to a gentle, rocking, sawing motion that made her dizzy with pleasure. She came repeatedly and each orgasm left her thirsting for another. Hamid came again and again in copious floods, astonishing her with his powers of recovery and stamina.

Finally sated, they lay in his bed on sheets damp with sweat and sex. She was on her side and he lay behind her, like two saucers drying in dish-rack. He pressed his cock to her buttocks and she murmured softly and squirmed her ass against his crotch, stretching a hand to his groin. He cupped her breast, twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the cold metal over her nipple. Sayali shuddered in excitement as her nipple popped erect.

"You're one hot cunt," he murmured, nuzzling the nape of her nape, tonguing her ear.

"Thank you," she smiled. "You're quite a stud yourself."

"I know. You're married, aren't you?"

"Yes. A few months ago."

"Are you unhappy in your marriage?"

"On the contrary. It's wonderful."

"Then ... why ..."

"I know. It's a bit confusing, and it's a long story."

"We have time."

"Not enough. And I want to know about you."

"That's a long story, too."

"I insist."

"Ladies first."

"Exactly. So my demand is answered first."

Hamid laughed and cupped her breasts. His penis had hardened again and she moaned softly as he pressed it to her buttocks.

"C'mon bitch ... on your front ... I want to fuck you again."

Sayali smiled over her shoulder as she turned on her front, lifting her buttocks to him, offering him her anus without hesitation.

"Want my ass instead?"

For a moment, the Nigerian hesitated, tempted by the sight of her winking anus as she shuffled her knees apart and, reached back, spread her buttocks open for his pleasure.

"You really like butt-fucking me, don't you?" she said.

"Yeh. You've a nice, hot, tight ass and it doesn't hurt you."

"Mm. I like being butt-fucked. And I like that in a guy ..."

"What?"

"When he cares whether I'm hurting or not."

"I always care about my women. Fucking them is what I live for."

"Lucky us."

He laughed. "Come on, bitch ... in your cunt now ... I'll fuck your ass later."

Sayali murmured in assent and released her buttocks. Reaching between her legs, leaning on one forearm, she parted her cunt-lips with her first two fingers forming a wide V. Her Nigerian lover pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.

"Slowly ... push it in slowly, lover ... let me feel it go in all the way ... OHHH yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes baby yes! That's it ohhh that's so good ... do it Hamid ... fuck me! Fuck my slit, baby ... fuck me!"

Kneeling behind her, holding her hips with one hand and his shaft with the other, Hamid squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. He groaned as her cunt convulsed and contracted powerfully on his penis. He flexed his buttocks and slid his hips slowly forward, savouring the exquisite heat and wetness and tension of her cunt. His cock rasped between her fingers and plowed into her flesh. Sayali moaned thickly, her head bowed, her breasts hot, swollen and pendulous, as the enormous cock tunelled deeper and deeper into her belly. In and in it went, enormous, hot, hard, throbbing its desire. Sayali groaned and swirled her hips erotically, grinding and writhing them against his. When his balls pressed against her cunt-lips, she squeezed them eagerly, moaning her pleasure. Hamid groaned, his penis throbbing in her clonic cunt and, his buttocks flexed taut, ground his hips in tight, circular motions. His penis churned her cunt-flesh, mashing her swollen clitoris. Sayali shuddered in pleasure and her head arched, her face suffused with pleasure.

"Now," she groaned. "Fuck me slowly Hamid ... fuck me slowly."

Holding her hips, gasping and panting softly, the muscular Nigerian began to fuck her with slow, grinding thrusts. Sayali gasped and moaned thickly, jerking and rocking on her forearms and knees under him. Her breasts and long *mangalsutra* swung back and forth as they moved. The man moved steadily and unhurriedly, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt, squeezing it in as far as he could. Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped and squeezed her hot, heavy breasts. Sayali writhed in pleasure against him.

Fucking her for the umpteenth time that afternoon, Hamid told her about his brush with the law. The fact that he was a criminal, wanted and on the lam only excited her further. She begged him for the details.

"She was seventeen and randy as hell," he told her. "I used to go to her house to take tuitions from her old man. He was the dean of the college and my English was not very good. He was often late coming from college and there was nobody else at home. His wife -- her mother -- had died, and her brother is abroad, and the servants are only part-time. She was fucking good-looking -- not as pretty as you, but pretty anyway and real sexy. Had this fire in her cunt. The first time, she just looked at me in this hungry way she had. The same the next time, and the time after that. Then we got talking and she began to sit down and chat while we waited for her dad. Easy bitch ... take it easy ... yeh ... slow down, whore ... yeh ... ohhh fuck yes ..."

"Do it, Hamid ... fuck me ... what happened then?"

"Yeah. Fuck, your cunt is hot, babe ..."

"Just ... just don't stop baby ... just keep fucking me ohhh yes ... shove it in slowly lover ... ahhhhh yes ... ohmayes ohhh god yes!"

"Yeh ... so one day, I was waiting as usual and she called me into her room, and I went in and she was stark naked and frigging on her bed, using a cucumber or something. No way I could refuse and I fucked her like crazy, ramming and reaming into her cunt and making her scream and cry out like a mad woman. She wanted more and more and more. After that, I got to her place earlier and earlier and we fucked and fucked like mad."

"And then?"

"We hadn't fucked like for a week or something and both of us were on the boil and we got going within seconds, right there at the dining table. She stood on the floor and I fucked her from behind and I was fucking her real nice and hard like she liked to be fucked when the old man came in -- just my luck he got out early that day."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah. Real shit. He hit the ceiling and I got the hell out of there while he was calling the cops. I fucking had nowhere to go and I was scared shitless, so they caught me within an hour. Chucked me in jail and fucking beat me for two days. Then up before some asshole judge who wanted some crazy money for bail and I was in for good."

"How did you get out?"

"These cops are dumb. Coming out of the court, just one pandu on my wrist and he had to take a leak. *He* had to piss, can you beat it? So he unlocked my handcuffs and I was out of there before he could touch his prick."

Sayali giggled. "How did you get here?"

"I just ran. Fucking ran like mad, and in the most crowded areas where no one notices and walked and walked and then came here."

"It was empty?"

"Yeah. Absolutely empty. I just grabbed this place. Haven't been out since, except to buy food. Haven't had a cunt to fuck either. Was going half-mad till I saw you."

"You saw me?"

"Yeah. First day. Got real scared. Waited. Two days later, saw you frigging and figured this wasn't cop work."

Sayali laughed softly. "Nothing of the kind."

"Yeah. That's good."

"Mm. Now c'mon Hamid ... take me ... hard now ... fuck me hard ... ohhhhh fuck yes! OHHHH yes ... ram it in baby oh Hamid-Hamid-Hamid-Hamid yes Ohh god yes!"

It was late evening when she finally tore herself away from him. Over the next two weeks, Sayali arranged her secret finances, her earnings from Hedon & Venery and quietly bought the adjacent flat in the name of a cut-out. A week later, and it was painted and furnished and ready. Hamid kept out of sight while the work was going on. Sayali visited the flat a couple of times to supervise. Once, ogling the gang of three painters, lean and muscular youths, she indulged herself and had them fuck her on the wooden floor, between the high ladders and cans of paint. They fucked her hungrily and repeatedly and, finally, at her insistence, all together, in her cunt and mouth and ass. Later that evening, when Hamid and she inspected the flat, she told him about it with a twinkle in her eye and, laughing, he grabbed her, bent her over on of the ladders, lifted her *sari* and, moistening his fingers with his spittle and lubricating her anus, sodomised her thoroughly. Sayali loved every minute of it.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

>> DIRTY AMBER <<

(5) Tropical Heat

She knew she was running a risk. By sheltering a wanted criminal, she was breaking the law herself. It could not last and, sooner or later, she would have to tell Jayant and ask for his help. Then, perhaps, she would have to tell Suresh, too. But not yet. She still had not had her fill of the Nigerian, and she had no intention of losing him to a squalid jail. She enjoyed the thrill of secret assignations, of keeping it from Suresh just for the fun of it. With luck, even once Jayant knew, she might be able to continue with the arrangement.

That was three months ago and, in that time, Sayali visited him at least twice a week. Fortunately, her job at Hedon & Venery required her to report in over the weekend, and she had occasionally spent the entire time with Hamid, being fucked relentlessly. Their understanding was clear. Till he was exonerated, he was not to leave the house. She would provide for him. In return, he was required to fuck her whenever and for as long she wanted. The arrangement suited Hamid eminently. She brought him food and drink and pornographic magazines and put in a TV set with surround sound and a laser disk system and checked out the latest Hedon & Venery skin flicks for him. He was well looked after, and wanted for little, and she was an outstanding fuck.

Now she sucked his penis, gripping his hips and rocking her head rapidly back and forth. Hamid remained as he was, his head bent, watching her suck his cock, his arms aloft, hands gripping the lintel of the doorway. He pumped his hips steadily back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue and lips were magical and he felt the heat build and surge in his groin. The musky taste of his cock aroused her and she began to masturbate, caressing and squeezing her turgid breasts, thrusting a hand into her crotch and running a finger in and out of her wet cunt. Pausing, she rose slightly to squeeze her breasts around his cock as she licked his navel.

"Are you going to stay like this forever, stud?"

"Yup. You want to fuck, you do the work."

"And I suppose you don't want to fuck?"

"I'm keeping my side of our deal."

"Bastard."

"Probably." Hamid laughed softly at the expression of naked lust on her face. "Do what you like, bitch. I'm not moving. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Sayali moaned softly in excitement. She bent her head and sucked his cock again for a few minutes, hungrily taking him deep in her mouth and licking his cock-head frantically. He grunted, chuckled. Whimpering, she rose, kissing and licking his magnificent torso, sucking his nipples one by one till she was on her feet. Grinding her cunt against his rampant penis, holding it in one hand and pressing it to her cunt, she wound an arm around his head and kissed him hungrily, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Her breasts were hot and heavy on his chest.

"God I love your body," she murmured.

Panting with excitement, she turned around with her back to him.
Spreading her legs wide, she leaned slowly forward, bending her torso further and further till she was folded almost in half. Her buttocks and hips were arched upward to his groin. Her hands on her shins, Sayali shuffled backward slowly. Hamid's rampant penis pressed against her buttocks. She reached between her legs with one hand and took his penis and guided it to her cunt. For a second she paused with his cock-head encircled in her fingers at her cunt-lips. Then her buttocks spread wide and she slid her hips upward and back with a soft moan and the cock-head slipped between her fingers and into her cunt. She shuddered in deep pleasure as the enormity and heat of it bit into her wet cunt. Hamid held perfectly still. With his cock firmly embedded in her cunt, Sayali held her shins in both hands and, bent steeply forward, began to slide her cunt back onto his throbbing erection. The Nigerian grunted softly, his head bent, watching in fascination as the young woman's buttocks creased wider and wider open and her juicy, tight cunt slid back up the length of his monstrous erection. Her cunt was fiery hot and sodden, and, as it convulsed on his throbbing penis, he was tempted to yield and thrust into her. He controlled himself with an effort.

"Ohhh ma unhhh ohhh god you bastard ohhh yes!" Sayali gasped as she took more and more of his cock into her flesh. "God yes ... ohhh god yes!"

Her buttocks swayed and writhed and began to churn in slow circles, grinding round with a tight little snap. Her cunt spiralled slowly and inexorably on the seemingly endless length of his cock. Her long *mangalsutra* dangled free, sliding up high on the back of her neck. Her heavy, swollen breasts ached for his touch. She squeezed them with one hand. Her mangalsutra* flipped against her chin, and she caught it in her lips and bit it in tension. His penis was enormous, hot, hard, thick and heavy and it pulsed slowly and steadily in her flesh. He was like a statue carved of rock, hard and still. On and on she went, backing herself onto his cock till, finally, she had him fully in her cunt. Slowly, her head arched and her head rose, suffused with lust, the long *mangalsutra* between her lips, her long neck craned, her breasts succulent and pendulous, their nipples nut-hard.

The long years of ardent and strenuous fucking had made her supple and strong. She felt no strain in the odd position. Her long legs took the tension smoothly and easily. Moaning deep in her throat, she bent further forward and slid her hands back to clench his calves. Now she was bent over, her arms stretched back, pinning his body to hers. Hamid's fingers tightened on the lintel. He waited, taking slow, deep breaths to control himself. His balls and groin blazed with lust-heat. She was an incredible piece of ass.

Holding his legs, her buttocks pressed hard to his crotch, Sayali groaned and began to grind her hips erotically round and round. His huge cock mashed her cunt-flesh, rasping over the hard stub of her inflamed clitoris. She groaned deep in her throat and began to rock slowly back and forth, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his cock. Hamid held perfectly still and watched as her cunt-lips moved along his shaft. Her cunt convulsed on his penis and he groaned. Her buttocks slapped gently against his thighs, pressed against his balls. Hamid longed to grab her hips and fuck her hard, to ram his cock into her cunt. He controlled himself and made her continue working for her pleasure.

Sayali's head swam with delirious pleasure. The strain of the position made the blood rush to her head. She opened her mouth and dropped the long *mangalsutra* from her lips and moaned. Her fingers dug into his thighs.

"Ohhhh ma uhhh Ohhh Hamid yes! Ohhh yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasped.

Her face flushed with the effort and the lust that burned in her loins, Sayali rocked back and forth in front of her sex-slave, impaling herself repeatedly on his enormous tumescence. Her breasts jiggled and her *mangalsutra* swung back and forth with her movements.

"C'mon damn you! Move! Fuck me! Do it, you son of a bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me, bastard! Fuck me!" she cried deliriously.

Hamid chuckled softly. "No free lunches, bitch. You want to fuck, you work for it."

"Bastard," she hissed, clenching her teeth. "Oh you bastard!"

Hamid laughed and abruptly swung his hips in a vicious, snapping arch. Sayali cried out, her face contorting, as his huge cock ground through her cunt-flesh, mashing over her distended clitoris. Her buttocks swayed and writhed erotically, pressing back at his loins. She slid forward, rocked back, and he swung his hips again. This time, she was ready for it and, with a shuddering gasp, she rolled her hips in unison. The pleasure was intense and satisfying.

"Let's see if you can take it in your ass like this, whore," Hamid laughed softly. "Show me how hot you *really* are!"

Sayali loved having her butt fucked. There was nothing quite as wonderful as the algedonic pleasure of a thick, hot, hard and long cock in her anus. Moaning, she lurched unsteadily forward and slipped her cunt off his cock. She straightened slowly and leaned against Hamid, writhing her buttocks against his cock, squeezing her breasts, and turned her face to his. He kissed her and she sucked hungrily on his tongue. Moaning, she turned and slid to her knees and began sucking his cock again. She could taste her cunt on his cock and it added to her excitement. She sucked his penis hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his legs.

"God, I love your body, you bastard," she hissed sensuously as she rose.

Turning again, she bent forward slowly and, reaching back, clawed her buttocks open. Gingerly, she shuffled backward, her body weight carried on the balls of her feet. His penis slipped into the cleft between her buttocks, slipped away, found her anus again. She paused with the cock-head at her asshole and then, slowly, pressed herself backward. The huge cock-head popped into her anus. She stopped, tensed and gasped, her head snapping up, her face contorting in lust and excitement.

"Oh fuck yes! Ohhh ma yes!" she cried.

Hamid held still, his magnificently muscled chest heaving, his mouth hanging open. His cock throbbed powerfully in her anus, which convulsed in a frenzy on his penis.

"C'mon, whore! More!" he grunted. "Take it all! C'mon!"

Sayali's head swam with excitement and pain and pleasure. She moaned, wincing, her face twisting in an agony of joy, and digging her fingers into his strong thighs, pulled herself backwards. Her anus drove onto his rigid penis, making him gasp loudly, and her face jerked up, contorting in a trismus of lust as the huge penis seared into her rear channel. Her buttocks split wide open and his penis disappeared into her asshole as she lurched backward onto his penis. Now he moved, thrusting his hips savagely forward with a sharp cry, his head snapping back, and his penis plowed deep into her anus. Sayali shrieked at the unexpected invasion, her lips jerking back over her perfect teeth in a rictus of lust and pain and she almost stumbled forward. Her hands dug into his legs and she cried out, her head arched high.

"Ohmaunhhh OHHHH unhh OHH Hamid! Hamid! Hamid! OHHHH!"

Gasping and moaning, she jerked herself back and forth on his penis and he moved with her, thrusting his hips back and forth, burying his cock in her tight, clonic asshole. Sayali trembled and shuddered, her head spinning with joy and she rocked frantically on her feet, pushing her ass deeper and deeper onto his cock, wanting him to go on and on and on. The orgasm hit her suddenly, like a thunderclap, and her anus convulsed frantically on his penis. Hamid gasped and moaned, pushing his hips forward, flexing his buttocks, driving his penis deep into her asshole. Gasping, she lurched off his cock and fell to the floor on all fours, panting and moaning, her chest heaving.

"Come on, whore ... suck my prick ... I want to cream in your face," her sex-slave gasped.

Moaning, she turned and sucked his cock again, taking him deep in her mouth. His cock tasted of jizz and cunt and ass and it made her dizzy with pleasure. She sucked him deeply, hungrily, slowly, her head rolling from side to side, moving back and forth. He gasped softly as the heat surged from his loins. She moaned, sensing his orgasm and, leaning back, opened her mouth wide under his cock. The jizz spurted from his cock and shot into her eager mouth and spattered her face and breasts as she jerked his shaft in her fist.

Hamid had awesome powers of recuperation, aided considerably by the high doses of Hedon & Venery aphrodisiacs he took daily. Today, expecting her to be in high heat after an unwontedly long interval of several days, he had taken an especially strong dose. The drugs were extremely potent, and enabled him to retain a massive erection for several hours, and facilitated numerous orgasms. His erect penis continued to throb and pulse before her face. Now he grinned and, finally, let his arms drop. Holding her head, he pulled it to his cock again.

"Now," he grunted. "Now we're going to fuck good, babe ... c'mon, suck it!"

Groaning, Sayali started sucking his cock again. This time he fucked her mouth, rocking her head in his hands to suit his pleasure while he pumped his hips powerfully back and forth. Pre-cum gunk spurted into her mouth and she moaned and swallowed it happily. Masturbating as she sucked him, Sayali stoked her lust-fires.

When he pulled her to her feet, Sayali was whimpering with excitement. They kissed and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste the gunk on her lips. Her jizz-flecked body was sticky and hot against his. Gobs of jizz dribbled down her face, over and between her breasts, beaded her long *mangalsutra*. Hamid caressed her slender body and his hands moved down to grip her buttocks. He squeezed them in his hands and she understood and, with a slight hop, jumped into his arms. He took her weight easily, his powerful muscles rippling smoothly. She wound her legs about his lean hips and clenched his shoulders. Her face was radiant, softly suffused with lust, her lips parted, her nostrils flared, her eyes shining with excitement. She kissed him sexily, plucking his lips with her, sucking his tongue, and tongued his ear.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

>> DIRTY AMBER <<

(5) Tropical Heat

"C'mon, Hamid ... fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, lover! Fuck me hard!"

Her cunt hovered over his cock. She reached down to guide him to her cunt-lips. He paused and then, suddenly, without warning, flexed his buttocks and thrust his hips forward, simultaneously jerking her down onto his cock. Sayali's back bowed and her long neck arched and her face snapped upward, her mouth jerking open in a shrill cry as the huge, hot, hard penis surged into her cunt.

"OhmaunhhOHHHHHHHHHHunhhhOHHHHH!" Sayali cried.

Her cunt convulsed frenetically on his throbbing cock and he swung his hips with a wicked, snapping motion, keeping her pinned to his groin. His cock mashed her cunt-flesh and inflamed clitoris and she gasped and whimpered, her chest heaving, holding his face in her hands and kissing him feverishly. He rammed into her and she clawed at his thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. Her legs and thighs tightened around his hips and she jerked and moaned, writhing and gasping feverishly, grinding her hips at his.

"Yes!" she whimpered. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me lover! Fuck my slit! Fuck me hard, lover, do it!" she cried.

Her breasts were hot and hard against his chest, her rigid nipples scbanging against his flesh. Holding her, he moved across the room. Every step made his cock angle into her cunt and she moaned and gasped frantically as he carried her to the dining table. He eased her down onto her back, bending his knees. Sayali groaned and lay back, arching her hips to his, spreading her legs wide. She clawed her cunt-lips open and squeezed her breasts with one hand.

"C'mon Hamid ... fuck me ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

The Nigerian chuckled, his handsome face creased in pleasure. Her cunt was a hot, tight vortex that sucked and squeezed his penis with frantic eagerness. Her loveliness was accentuated by the naked lust on her face. Hamid pulled her legs wider apart and ground his cock slowly into her cunt.

"Like it, hah, bitch? Like having a hot cock in your slit, hah?"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Hamid, fuck me!"

Hamid straightened and pulled her legs wide, his hands under her knees, and began fucking her with long, deep thrusts. Sayali moaned and thrashed in delight on the table, her face turned to one side, her body jerking and lurching under his deep, skewering thrusts. She squeezed her breasts with one hand, the other on her flat, sucked-in belly, her fingers spread, the first two pulling her cunt-lips wide open to receive his pistoning penis. Her hips heaved and pumped and her breath was ragged and hoarse. She twined her fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the hard beads over her rigid nipples, moaning her pleasure.

"Ohhh uhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes! Fuck me! Ohhh uhhh Ohh uhh ohhh uhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhhh oh oh oh oh!" she cried.

"C'mon take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it you fucking whore! Take it all! Ohh fuck yes! Ohhh yes! Mm ... yeh ... that's it!
Take it ... OhhuhhAhhh yes! Ohhh yes! C'mon whore c'mon!" Now Hamid released her legs and began moving faster. She pulled her knees up, keeping her crotch wide open. He put a hand on her belly and rocked his hips faster and faster back and forth, his head bent, watching his monstrous penis sawing in and out of her cunt. His hips swung and snapped back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully. On the table, Sayali gasped and cried out, her body jerking and lurching under his thrust. He slid his hand up her body and squeezed her breasts in excitement as he moved faster and faster still. Suddenly, both hands on her breasts, leaning forward and crushing them under his weight, he began swinging his hips violently in tight, snapping circles. Round and round his hips churned and Sayali's back arched and her mouth flew open in shock and pleasure as his huge cock entered her from all angles. He hit a furious rhythm, ramming rapidly in and out of her cunt, then abruptly switched to the grinding, spiralling, skewering action, and, without warning, shifted into
high gear again, slamming his hips back and forth. Sayali went wild, gasping and moaning, her back arching and falling, her body tossing and thrashing in frenzy, caught in the tidal wave of a mind-blowing orgasm.

He did not come. Now he was in total, masterful control. Slipping smoothly out of her cunt, he pulled her thighs wide open and drove his face into her crotch. Sayali gasped and arched, her hips lurching under his face. His tongue was thick and heavy and it pressed into her flesh, probing and questing in the wet flesh, toying with her inflamed clitoris. Sayali squeezed her breasts in excitement, and her body writhed and jerked gently as though she was being fucked. Her face, creased with lust, flipped languorously from side to side.

"Ohhh yes! Do it, baby! Lick my slit! Mm ... yes! Ohh fuck yes ... there! Ahh yes, there, ohhh yes ... do it, lover! Do it! Lick my cunt!"

Hamid probed and delved deeper into the moschate grotto. He arched a thick finger into her cunt and it convulsed eagerly. He pushed a second, and then a third into her slit. Sayali gripped his head. Her cunt heaved and pumped under his face, writhing ecstatically. The Nigerian sex-slave pumped his hand at her cunt, ramming his fingers in and out of her slit which streamed with cunt-juice, while his tongue flickered like lightning in the tender flesh. He flicked the hard stub of her clitoris and scbangd it with his teeth. Drawing it between his lips, he sucked gently, nibbled it. Sayali's back arched and the breath rushed from her throat. Her long neck craned back. She crushed her breasts in her hands and the orgasm crashed over fiery hot and burning bright.

"OH! UH ... OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Gently, Hamid continued fucking her cunt with his fingers and tongue till her orgasm ebbed. Sayali whimpered, writhing on the dining table, her chest heaving with excitement, her breath in ragged gasps. She, too, had taken several aphrodisiacs and her lust was still unsated. She caressed his head. Hamid paused and, drawing her off the table to the floor, turned her around and bent her forward. She leaned on the surface on her forearms, her legs spread wide.

Hamid licked three fingers and lubricated her anus. "Want it in your ass again, whore?" he murmured.

"Anywhere," she gasped, her buttocks writhing. "Just do it!"

For a minute he was tempted by the puckered flesh of her tight anus. He debated briefly and decided to fuck her cunt first. Creasing her buttocks open in his fingers, he pressed his cock-head to her cunt. She reached down and guided him into her sodden slit. Slowly, he flexed his buttocks and, with a sigh of relief and pleasure, slid his hips forward. His cock ran into her cunt smoothly and deeply. Sayali gasped and lurched forward on the table, her head rising. Her cunt spasmed on his huge penis. He slid his hands up her body and cupped her pendulous breasts. They were hot and heavy with lust, and her nipples were nut-hard. Sayali whimpered in pleasure, her buttocks writhing. Deeper and deeper he went, on and on, in and in, and her head whirled with delight. His cock was enormously thick and long and hot and hard, and it probed and touched every bit of her flesh. Gently, he swirled his hips and she moaned as his cock entered her from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh and throbbing clitoris.

"Oh ... uhhh ... ohhh ... uhhh yes! Ohhh god yes uhhh oh ma unhh ohhh uhh oh ma unhhh ... Ohhh uhhh yes! Fuck ... me ... yes ... ohhh god yes! Fuck me Hamid! Fuck me! Ohhhhh baby yes! More! Shove it in, lover! Shove it all in! Fuck me hard, baby! OHHHHHH!"

Hamid groaned. Her cunt was a hot, tight vortex that sucked and squeezed his cock feverishly. He gripped her hips and pushed himself into her, going in to the hilt. He paused to savour the wonderful heat and tightness of her cunt.

"Mm ... yeh! Ohhh fuck, yes! C'mon bitch, take it! Ohhh yeh! Your cunt's so hot ... so tight ... take it, whore! Take it all!"

Holding her hips, his head bent, he began fucking her with long, smooth punishing thrusts. She gasped and moaned, lurching and rocking back and forth under him, her lovely back curved inward, her head arched. His cock appeared and disappeared between the curves of her buttocks, grinding and squelching and rasping in and out of her cunt, moving steeply. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung smoothly in an erotic cadence. Her cries were sharp and staccato. He began moving faster, his fingertips in the small of her back, rocking her body back and forth before her, dragging her cunt up and down the length of his erection. Her body jerked and lurched under his thrusts, her breasts and the long *mangalsutra* swinging. Faster and faster he went, his hips rocketing furiously now with a snapping action, his thighs pummelling her buttocks, cannoning off her flesh. His cock rammed and reamed and plunged greedily into her cunt. He arched his head and gasped, wincing as her cunt convulsed in a frenzy on his penis. Sayali's body blazed with lust and she jerked herself back and forth, impaling her cunt on his penis. With a shuddering cry, she came violently and her cunt contracted uncontrollably on his pistoning cock as it sawed vigorously in and out of her flesh.

"OHHHHHH uhhhh OH OH OH OH Ohmaunhhh OHHHH!" she cried.

Hamid gasped and moaned and thrust deep into her with savage swings of his hips. His cock rammed into her cunt once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven times and then he held still, buried deep in her flesh, as the undeniable lustfire from his loins burst from his cock. Sayali gasped in pleasure as she felt the sharp, hot, stinging shards of jizz spurt in an endless flood into her sodden cunt.

Slowly, he slid out of her, slapped her buttocks lightly, chuckling. She murmured softly, her chest heaving, and waited to catch her breath. Straightening, she turned in his arms and kissed him gently, her arms wound about his shoulders, her body grinding against his. "God, I love the way you fuck me," she murmured, sucking his tongue.

He laughed, caressing her sweating body, her breasts, her buttocks. "I love the way you get fucked."

She fondled his penis. "Let me suck you."

"Mm. Later. Take five."

Sayali sighed and leaned her head on his deep chest, caressing the contours of his magnificent torso. "Oh, baby," she murmured. "What am I going to do when this ends?"

"Why should it end, babe?"

She looked at him and thought of her lovers and husband and her crazy, wonderful, sex-filled world. "Because, my beautiful black hero, it must end. We can't go on like this. You're in danger every minute of every day. This must stop. I'll have to do something."

"Like what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know yet. I haven't thought about it. Perhaps I'll speak to a friend. He's a lawyer."

"I hate lawyers. Bloodsucking bastards."

"Not this one. He's one of my lovers. Incredible."

"Better than me?"

"If you must know, yes. Much better. The best I've known."

Hamid arched an eyebrow. "My, my. He must be something then," he said in surprise.

"Believe me, he is."

"Can you trust him?"

"With all my heart. More than anyone else in the world."

"More than Suresh?"

"Yes."

"And will you have to tell Suresh, too?"

"Sooner or later. I like not telling him. Sneaking off like this. It's very sexy."

"Mm. Will he get mad?"

She laughed. "Not a chance. Considering the amount he makes me fuck so that he can make money, he wouldn't dare."

"I'm worried. Things could go wrong."

"Don't worry, my beloved stud. They won't. Come on, I'll get something to eat. You must be hungry."

Hamid grinned and followed her into the bright, airy kitchen. He sat on a stool and watched as she put on an apron over her naked body and bustled about, making iced tea and grilled sandwiches. He loved the sight of her slender, dusky, curved nudity as she moved about, humming softly to herself. Her body was firm and trim from long hours and many years of strenuous sex. Her breasts and buttocks moved enticingly, and her long plait hung down her straight, superbly postured back with its dipped-in spine to just above her derriere. He enjoyed her, masturbating slowly, stroking his erection.

"What are you gaping at?" she said, glancing at him sidelong as she lifted the sandwiches out of the griller.

"You. Your body."

"You're a sex maniac, you know that?"

He laughed. "Me? What about you?"

She giggled, arranging the sandwiches on two plates and setting a tray with long glasses of the iced tea.

"What about me?"

"If I'm a sex maniac, that makes you a sex fiend, doesn't it?"

"Mm. Why don't we just test that theory?"

She turned to him and knelt on the floor between his legs and kissed his thick, long, hard cock. The apron barely covered her breasts and her back was naked. He caressed her face and stroked her head. She smiled and rested her face on his thigh and gently licked his cock-head. Hamid grunted. Slowly, she took it in her lips and sucked on just the tip. Hamid groaned as her wily tongue swirled over his cock-head, trying to pierce his cock-slit. She slid the apron off her shoulders and her hands moved up her body to cup and squeeze her breasts. Hamid saw that her nipples were already stiff. He reached down and caressed them, enjoying the weight and fleshy heat of them in his hands. She murmured as he rolled her rigid nipples in his palms. Her head shuffled forward and she took more of his cock in her mouth, gently pumping his shaft in her long, elegant fingers. Hamid felt his balls surge afresh. He spread his legs wider and she turned her face, burying it deep in his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking and licking it with mounting excitement. Hamid moaned thickly, his head bent, watching her.

"C'mon ... suck it ... yeh ... that's good ... suck it harder, bitch ... oh fuck yes ohhh yeh! Mm ... yeh ... that's it ... yeh ... suck it, cunt ... suck my cock!"

Sayali sucked her sex-slave's cock eagerly, her lust mounting. His cock felt wonderful between her lips and under her tongue and teeth. She could taste his jizz and her cunt and ass juices on it, and that aroused her further. Her body tingled with excitement, her breasts heavy and hot, her cunt already damp.

"C'mon whore ... sit on my prick," Hamid grunted, pushing her head away.

Smiling wantonly, Sayali rose and slipping out of the apron straddled his lap, her legs wide on either side of his hips. Rising on her toes, she lifted her cunt over his cock, holding his shaft in her fingers and guiding it to her hole. With a deep-throated moan, biting her lower lip, she impaled herself smoothly and deeply on his bloated penis in one long rushing thrust, forcing her cunt on his cock till she had it all inside her. His penis seared in her flesh, hot and hard and thick and long, filling her cunt. She ground her hips on his lap, her arms on his shoulders, holding his face and kissing him sensuously, licking his ear, sucking his lips, parrying his tongue with hers. He squeezed her breasts and his hands slid down to her buttocks, moving her hips in tight circles on his lap. Parting her buttocks, he pressed his fingertips to her anus. She groaned and arched her back and, lifting her breast, fed it to his mouth.

"C'mon Hamid ... suck my tits ... mm ... yes ... ohh fuck yes!" she gasped.

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(5) Tropical Heat

His tongue whipped her nipple rapidly and then his teeth scbangd along the sharp point. Sayali moaned, writhing in pleasure on his lap. Her knees spread outward and she pressed her toes to the floor and began to move on his cock, rocking up and down, her hands on his chest. Her breasts rubbed on his hard chest and her cunt slid up and down the length of his thick shaft.

"More!" he gasped. "Faster!"

Groaning, she obeyed, her legs bending and straightening, her back arched, her breasts thrust out, her hips grinding and spiralling downward on his cock. He squeezed her breasts, sucked them again, held her hips and moved her up and down. Her long *mangalsutra* danced between their bodies. Her belly sucked inwards and she hissed in pleasure, moving and writhing faster and faster.

"C'mon whore c'mon c'mon *c'mon*!" he cried.

"Ohh yes! Ohhh fuck yes! Yes! Ohhh uhhh Ohhh uhhh Ohhh uhh OH OH OH OH OHH uhhh OHHHH!" Sayali panted.

She stopped before the orgasm hit her and eased herself off his cock, panting and gasping. Turning around, she straddled his lap again, her back to him this time. Reaching between her legs and into his groin, she took his cock and moved it to her cunt. With a shuddering moan, she sank her cunt on his hardness. Hamid grunted, leaning back slightly to give her greater access, watching transfixed as her cunt swallowed his swollen penis deeply. Her cunt contracted and squeezed his cock. He grabbed her hips and swung her body around on his cock. She groaned, arching her head, her hands on her breasts and moved with him. Gasping and panting, she began to rock up and down on his penis. Her belly sucked inward and she hissed in pleasure as he crushed her breasts in his hands. Her hand lay flat on her belly, spreading her cunt-lips wide open for his cock. Reaching down, she cupped and squeezed his balls, moaning obscene encouragement he scarcely needed.

"Ohhh yes!" she gasped. "Ohh god yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard!"

Leaning back against him, she looped a slender arm over his head and pulled his mouth to hers. He squeezed her breasts with one hand and kissed her, tongued her ear. His other hand circled her flat belly and he flicked her clitoris with his fingertip. She gasped, arching, writhing and now the fire was uncontainable and she exploded, her cunt spasming frantically on his cock. It was too much for him to bear and he jerked her up and down on his cock rapidly, her breasts bouncing, her *mangalsutra* tossing and slapping on her flesh and then he, too, lost control. Pulling her cunt down deep onto his cock he groaned and exploded, making her gasp as his hot jizz seared into her cunt.

Later, they carried the sandwiches and tea to the bedroom and ate in bed, watching the latest Hedon & Venery pornographic epic. It featured some stunning women and incredibly well-endowed men. Like all Hedon & Venery films, it was extremely slick with high production values. The detail was awesome, the camerawork fluid and sensual, the music an erotic throb. They grew excited watching and Hamid rolled Sayali onto her side and fucked her from behind. She moaned as his huge cock passed between her buttocks and up into her cunt. Then he began to fuck her greedily, hammering his hips at her buttocks, holding her hip and shoulder and jigging and jerking her rapidly up and down on his cock. Her face contorted with excitement and her breasts jiggled and bounced as he pummelled her buttocks with his hips. She came violently and he gasped at the frantic convulsions of her cunt.

Slowly, he slid out of her and turned her on her front. Pressing his cock-head to her anus, he lifted her buttocks high, kneeling across her hips. Sayali moaned, her shoulders and face on the bed, her back arched, her hips and anus raised to his pleasure.

"I love fucking a broad's ass," he grunted softly, his tongue in her ear.

"And very well you do it, too. Slowly now ... Ohunhhh oh HamiIIIIIIID unhhh OHHHHHHHHHHHHH yes ohhh ... oh god yes ... OHHHh yes baby yes! C'mon ... deeper Hamid ... shove it in all the way ... do it baby yes!"

Kneeling over her hips, his knees deeply bent, the Nigerian flexed his buttocks slowly and squeezed his enormous cock into Sayali's anus. Her face contorted in a rictus of lust as the searing heat of his cock burned her rear channel. In and in it went, delving and squeezing deep into her asshole, which convulsed and contracted frantically. Hamid groaned softly, his handsome head arched, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he buried himself in her anus. Her breath was ragged, staccato and sharp and her buttocks writhed and swayed erotically against his.

"C'mon fuck me! Fuck my ass, Hamid! Do it! Ohhhhhhhhh yes!" she cried as her handsome Nigerian sex-slave sodomised her heavily.

Two weeks later, Sayali got the chance to speak with Jayant. They were at his penthouse by the huge swimming pool. All around them, there were men and women chatting, laughing, eating, drinking, but mostly fucking.

On the lawn, Sayali saw three men fucking a lovely young seventeen year old simultaneously in her cunt and ass and mouth. Her slender, curved body thrashed and writhed between theirs. The men were all servants. Across the pool, Jayant's wife, Mala was being fucked heavily by a handsome peon. Elsewhere, her sister, Bhavana and cousin Shilpa were being fucked furiously by a gang of six men.

"Having fun?" Jayant murmured gently.

Sayali looked down at him as he sprawled on the deck-chair, his enormous cock embedded in her cunt and smiled sensuously. He was the sexiest, most handsome and proficient lover she had ever known.

"Yes. Thank you for asking me."

"You're welcome. You're exceptionally good."

Sayali smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts hot in his hands. Her hips swirled deftly on his cock as she tongued his ear lasciviously.

"Jayant," she said. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Mm. Ask."

Sayali told him her secret. Jayant listened, as he always did, in complete silence. When she had finished, he laughed silently, his body shaking. She looked at him curiously.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he chuckled. "It's no secret, you know. I've known about this for a long time, almost since it began."

"What?"

"Yes. I'm very careful about my staff. It wouldn't take much to blow the whole thing out of the water, it's so fragile. So we've had you followed and the flat is bugged and taped. I've got a whole month's worth of great footage of you and Hamid."

Sayali stared at him and then began to laugh. Jayant grinned and squeezed her breasts, his hands sliding down her body. She shivered as he rocked up and down beneath her, and gasped softly.

"So now you want me to get him off the hook?"

"Can you?"

"Anything's possible," he shrugged. "I can't give you any promises. I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," she said, kissing him, knowing that now he would stop at nothing to keep his word. "Thank you."

He asked her to stay when everyone else had gone and took her to bed in his bedroom, where his wife was already fucking one of the servants. They watched them for a while, both aroused by Mala's wanton beauty and skilled sex. Jayant decided that he wanted Sayali alone, and they moved to another bedroom. He fucked her slowly and repeatedly, with deep relish and enjoyment, sampling her in every orifice, and then starting over again.

Sayali finally fell asleep at dawn, her limbs leaden, her mind numb, her body tingling and throbbing with the exquisite sensations of his caresses and fucking, sheathed in sweat and sex. Several hours later, she woke alone. Stumbling out of bed, she washed and cleaned up and then, tying her hair, clad in his large, loose thin *kurta*, she wandered out to look for him. She found him in his superbly appointed study, at his desk, speaking quietly and rapidly into the phone, making notes on a small pad. She stopped at the door, asking silently for his permission to enter. He waved her in and, holding out his hand, drew her onto his lap. He was wearing only his tiny, high swimming trunks. She sat on his lap and sucked his earlobe, caressing his chest, licked his ear. He slid a hand up her *kurta* and fondled her breasts and slit. Sayali licked his nipple. Her breasts swelled in his hands. He swivelled his chair around and she giggled and slid down to her knees. He lifted his hips to let her take off his briefs and, murmuring softly in pleasure, she buried her face in his crotch. Jayant continued speaking on the telephone as she sucked his cock, and moved her head up and down with one hand. Finally, he finished, and pulled her up and kissed her deeply and hungrily, his hands on her breasts and cunt. Her cunt was already wet and he smiled in pleasure at the discovery. She moaned as he began to suck her breasts and then he pushed her down on the desk and, spreading her legs, pressed his face into her crotch. Sayali did not need to ask. She knew that he had done her the favour already.

A week later, Hamid was a free man. All charges were dropped for lack of evidence. The tutor was neutralised: he received several explicit video-tapes and brutally detailed photographs of his daughter engaged in every conceivable sexual activity with a variety of men and women. Sayali celebrated with a long weekend with Hamid. Finally, on Sunday afternoon, she took him to The Apistia, where he was formally employed as a gigolo. He had his first engagement an hour later, performing on stage.

The woman was a dusky, curved woman in her mid-twenties, called Madhavi. She had silky hair caught in a high pony-tail, a pretty face with a pointed chin, fine nose, large, lustrous *kajal*-rimmed eyes and a sexy mouth. Her skin was smooth and clear, with some attractive dark beauty spots on her face. Her body was trim, with full breasts and flared hips. Sayali watched as Hamid held her hips and ground his cock into her cunt. She gasped at the audience and lifted her head, her buttocks squirming in unfaked pleasure against his groin. He squeezed her swollen, pendulous breasts and tongued her ear lasciviously.

"Ohhh yes!" Madhavi gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Hamid! Fuck me hard!"