Misc. Erotica Shanti as Concubine by shanti2010-Completed

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Story :- Shanti as Concubine

Written by shanti2010

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Shanti as Concubine Ch. 01

They arrived at the Club CABANA resort and were escorted to their independent cabin a little after nine Saturday morning and the drive was about an hour's drive from the Bangalore city. He took her overnight bag to the bedroom, putting it on the bed with his; checked the water in the adjoining bathroom to make sure it had gotten hot and went back to the main room. She had found the cokes in the refrigerator where he had put them Friday evening when he had come up to turn on the power and bring the food supplies for the weekend.

She opened two, handing him one and looked around the comfortable two room cabin. There was a narrow bar separating the small kitchen with its heavy oak table and four chairs from the rest of the main room. The room was bright with a large picture window on the side opposite the door they had entered and one in the kitchen at the end. She went into the bedroom, saw the spacious bathroom with its counter and two basins, toilet and, seeming out of place for a cabin, bidet.

Then she remembered the cabin had been built as a weekend retreat for a married couple.

Before they left their homes, Kamesh gave an unconvincing excuse to his wife Aruna who had no idea that her friend Shanti was going to stay awake with her husband for the next 2 days in the cool confines of this resort where she would get reamed by him - her husband and Shanti had no excuse to provide to Sridhar- he knew she was off on some torrid adulterous trip.

There was a large open shower across the end with a curtain to contain the spray. She took her things out of her bag, placing them in the small closet and a drawer in the chest. She paused, opened the drawer again and put her watch and rings there.

She unpacked his things and put their toiletries in the bathroom. She was slightly puzzled, somehow it seemed so natural for her to do that, yet she had only known him since the previous Monday.

They had been introduced by a mutual friend in the cafeteria of the building where they both worked and had felt an immediate attraction for each other. They met there for lunch each day that week, getting to know each other, talking about their common interests and the things they liked to do.

He had invited her to dinner on Wednesday after which they had gone to her apartment which she shared with a girlfriend from college.

Her roommate was out for the evening so they talked about more private things there, discussing their feelings for each other.

Shanti was at 26, dusky sexy and dark haired, plenty of it, about five six, 54kgs maybe, extremely beautiful, radiating and seductively attractive, pretty face, nice body.

Kamesh was at 28, dark brown hair, six foot, 70 Kgs, nice looking face and body Shanti thought. A spark had ignited a fire in them when they first met, a fire that was now smoldering in Shanti's belly, her breasts, waiting for Kamesh to fan its flames.

Hard to conceal desires had soon become obvious to two sexual mature adults. Shanti's fire would burn too intensely for a night in the confines of a motel room, neither wanted a quick first encounter, they needed to be together where there were no constraints of time or privacy.

An idea had formed in Kamesh's mind, they agreed to have dinner again on Thursday and then go to his apartment where they could be alone to make plans, now they were here with two days all to themselves.

Shanti went back to join Kamesh on the sofa and finish her coke.

She went to the window and looked down over the lush mountain side, nothing but trees they were finally completely alone, unconstrained.

Shanti turned slightly toward Kamesh as she sensed him watching her, stepping out of her shoes while she unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

She reached back to unsnap her bra, letting it join her shirt as she cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging them to remove all feeling of their previous constraint, feeling the pleasant warmth of the cabin on her bare skin.

Kamesh moved toward her, removing his shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes building on the floor that would not be moved for the next two days.

Shanti loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans, then unzipped hers, slid them down her hips and added them to the pile with his falling on top of them.

Shanti took Kamesh's hands in hers, placed them on her hips at the top of her panties, smiling as he slid them down her thighs, removing the last adornment from her body while she removed his.

They moved apart, taking in their first full view of each other as they would be for the next two days. Shanti saw Kamesh's appreciation of her body clearly displayed as his cock hardened, curving slightly upward, smiling at the sight of his body so obviously eager for her.

Kamesh reached for Shanti, drawing her to him, holding their bodies together, her breasts pressed against his chest, his cock now confined between their bellies.

They kissed for the first time with no reservations, a deep sensual kiss, their tongues intertwined in their mouths.

Shanti led Kamesh to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Kamesh lathered up a wash cloth and started to bathe Shanti, removing the slight traces of makeup from her face. He moved behind her to wash her throat and neck, down her back to her butt.

He pressed tightly against her back, soaping his body with hers.

His cock pressed up against the small of her back as he bathed her breasts, more massage than bathing now as he held his bare hand on one breast while he washed the other; the soft roughness of the cloth caressing them, making her nipples tingle as he rubbed it over them.

His hands moved down her body, washing her belly, her hips; using his bare hand to wash the soft fine hairs of her muff and on in to all the recesses of her pussy except her cunt. Shanti giggled as he washed down the crack of her ass to her anus, playing with it as he washed it.

Kamesh slid Shanti's soapy body around in his arms until she faced him, then slid down and washed her thighs, set her on the shower seat and washed on down her legs to her feet. His eyes focused on her pussy as he washed first one foot and then the other, seeing its lips almost open as he moved her legs around.

Shanti took the washcloth from Kamesh and started to bathe him. He felt her muff rub against his butt as she stood on her toes, holding him close to her to reach around while she washed his chest and belly, lingering to play with his nipples.

Shanti pressed her sex tight against him as her bare hand washed his cock and balls, moving back only to wash his anus. Her face came enticingly close to his cock as she bent down to wash his thighs.

Kamesh sat on the seat for her to finish bathing him, smiling as he watched her breasts bouncing around while she scrubbed his legs and feet.

They rinsed each other off, rubbing their hands over each other until all traces of soap were gone and then dried, first one then the other.

As they lay uncovered on the bed Shanti thought about why they were here, wondering what sex with Kamesh was going be like, what he would do first. The sight of his naked body had excited her, well-proportioned with no excess fat.

Moderate hair on his arms and legs, a little heaver on his chest, the base of his cock and his sack nestled in a thick bush. His cock was un-circumcised and seemed a little longer and slightly broader than those she had seen before.

It was standing straight up now, like a flag pole announcing what was on Kamesh's mind, its slight upward curve exciting her as her mind felt it sliding up into her cunt.

Although Shanti enjoyed initiating sex, sometimes getting on top of a man and riding his cock, she usually preferred to respond to the man's lead, provided he was leading her where she was willing to go.

Shanti knew why she was here they had been very open about the purpose of the weekend when they were making their plans on Thursday evening.

They had picked this remote cabin so that they could free themselves from the artificial restraints of society.

She had come to spend two days exploring the sexuality of her body with Kamesh, wanting him to draw out all those suppressed desires hidden deep in her mind; two days of undisturbed unrestrained sex, no surprises, no romantic pretense of moonlight and roses, just pure sex.

Most men fantasize about such weekends and many would jump at the chance. Shanti had sometimes dreamed of romantic encounters but never thought of actually engaging in one, at least not until she had met Kamesh.

Their previous sexual experiences had been pleasant but not very satisfying, the sex of youth, they thought there should be more to it. They had discussed sex in some detail things each liked or didn't like, things they would like to do. Both wanted to explore oral sex but didn't like any rough stuff or anal sex.

Both wanted to explore the other's desires, to find their compatibilities. She mused over having disrobed in front of Kamesh, the open window, almost the first thing she had done when they had arrived, even removing her rings; presenting herself to him she thought, bare, nothing concealed or held back.

Shanti had worried some about the physical part of her weekend. She was on the pill so there was no problem there. Should she wear perfume, what about toilet facilities, would she be able to keep herself clean.

Shanti didn't want the feeling of fullness or gas in her bowls to distract her from her pleasure when Kamesh first fucked her. She had eaten lightly on Friday and taken a strong laxative early that afternoon and it had worked as advertised, well before bedtime.

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She thought that men usually found the tastes and odors of a woman's sex pleasing, but still douched with an unscented saline solution when she took her nightly shower; if Kamesh was offended by a woman's smell, then hers would at least be fresh.

She smiled as she remembered that Kamesh had not washed the entrance to her cunt or asked her to douche when he bathed her.

A warm water enema when she got up Saturday had completed the job the laxative had started. She decided not to wear any perfume or jewelry and had applied only a trace of makeup as she got ready that morning and only to have Kamesh wash it off.

Kamesh was lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, admiring the body he had just bathed. He was studying it now, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, noticing how they jiggled when she made quick movements, her nipples extended by her rising passions, watching her belly tighten as she raised up slightly.

He noticed the inner lips of her pussy protruding slightly, visible through the fine blond hair of her muff as she moved her raised knee from side to side, finally letting it fall to the bed next to him, exposing her sex fully to his gaze.

Kamesh was thinking about the way this beautiful, intelligent woman had bared herself before him so soon. Was she presenting herself to him?

Perhaps symbolically removing all traces of social constraint to immerse her in the sexuality of their weekend, realizing he had not hesitated to follow her lead.

They had hardly spoken since they had arrived, Kamesh making no outright sexual advances toward Shanti, waiting for some clear offering of her sex to him.

Shanti gently pushed Kamesh over on his back, straddling him on hands and knees, her pussy just above his hard cock. She stayed there, watching his response, watching his eyes as they looked at her pussy flanked by her breasts hanging just above his chest.

Shanti moved toward his head, lowering her breasts to his chest, holding his cock between her thighs, settling her weight onto him as she took his head in her hands and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Kamesh responded with a deep lingering kiss, wondering how much longer his cock could take it.

Shanti sensed what she was doing to Kamesh, releasing his cock as she rolled off him to lie on her back, her head turned toward him - smiling. She got off the bed and slowly walked to the window of the main room, standing there looking at the view.

Kamesh was looking at the view too, and it wasn't outside. He had watched her hips sway as she walked to the window and now looked at her as she stood there, breasts in profile, her muff faintly visible below her belly.

Kamesh walked over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.

Shanti put her arm around his waist and leaned her head against his chest. She thought about them standing there naked in front of the window, how she felt when she was walking around the cabin in front of Kamesh.

It seemed so natural, even when she had first undressed in front of him; maybe she had a little nudism in her anyway, she could not remember feeling more comfortable and relaxed, it was going to be a great weekend.

Shanti looked up at Kamesh and hugged him, then slowly turned, moving back to the bedroom to stand beside the bed. Shanti moved in front of Kamesh, taking his cock in her hand; placing it between her thighs as she pressed her body to his.

Kamesh lay her on the bed with her hips at the edge, looking down at her for a moment, then slowly lowered himself onto her, his legs between hers, feeling her breasts under his chest as he kissed her.

His kisses moved to her eyes, her ears, her throat; caressing her body with his tongue as his lips and tongue moved down her chest between her breasts, moving under her left breast; tracing its softness under her arm, then up and over to her nipple.

His tongue wetted her nipple and breast before his mouth closed over it, filling itself with her breast; lifting it up, letting his lips slide over her breast as it slipped from the suction of his mouth; gradually releasing all but her areola, holding it with his lips while he flicked his tongue over her hardening nipple.

Kamesh slid down Shanti's body, pressing himself to her, rubbing his body over her pussy as his mouth moved back down between her breasts and on down to kiss her navel, sucking on it until she squealed and grabbed his head.

Shanti held his head now, knowing where he was going, guiding him to those sensitive spots only she knew.

Slowly down to the top of her muff, then over to the crease between her pussy and thigh where Kamesh's mouth lingered; his tongue painting designs on her thigh, lapping up and down the crease.

He rubbed his cheek over her muff, resting his cheek on her pussy; lingering there while he looked up into Shanti's eyes, "I love the scent of your sex, the feel of your pussy against my face." Kamesh whispered.

Shanti smiled faintly, gently stroking his head, relieved that her scent pleased him. He brushed his lips over the lips of her pussy and then on down to its bottom.

She pressed his face to her as his tongue slipped into her cunt, his lips on its lips, the petals of its flower; kissing her cunt, tasting its sweetness, the textures of its inner recesses. So much better than the first time lips and tongue had been there, this was what she had thought it should be like.

Kamesh could feel the increasing warmth of her pussy as he slowly lapped his tongue up her vestibule toward her clit, stopping to play with her pee hole, then on to her clit; the focal point of her orgasm, that point he would use to bring her to a state of ecstasy.

Kamesh looked up at Shanti's face, her eyes glassy now. Her head tilted back, mouth open, making those little sounds women make when they're on their way up; her hands running through his hair, holding him to her.

Kamesh sucked gently on her clit, holding its hood in his lips; sucking its tiny head into his mouth, then releasing it, letting it slide back out under its hood.

"No!" Shanti gasped, pressing his head to her, thrusting her pussy up against his face. Kamesh lapped his tongue back into her cunt. "That's better, eat me . . . lick my pussy . . . my clit . . . Kamesh . . . suck my clit."

Both hands on his head as she pulled him back to her clit, pressing him to it, feeling it slide back into his mouth, "Yes, don't stop," she pleaded as he sucked it farther in and then back out, then in; until it was sliding in and out like she was fucking his mouth with it.

He increased the tempo, the intensity as she guided him with the pressure of her hands and the thrusts of her crotch.

Kamesh slid his hands alongside her pussy, slipping his thumbs inside her, massaging behind her mons in time with the strokes of her clit, her hips shaking as he rubbed.

The sounds from Shanti's throat were higher pitched now, louder; the thrusts of her crotch against his face faster, her hands pressing him to her harder.

Kamesh sensed the first contraction of her cunt as she gasped, digging her fingers into his scalp; her orgasm beyond her control, taking over her body, making it shudder; her cunt contracting, waves of ecstasy radiating out from her pussy as her orgasm reached its climax.

Shanti's hands were lightly rubbing Kamesh's head now, feeling his tongue gently touching her clit as it rested under its hood, slowing the fall of her passion. Kamesh watched her face, felt her hands as he gradually began to lick her clit, starting her back up again.

Shanti smiled, gently pressing his face to her, feeling the return of her passion as Kamesh lapped his tongue down to her cunt; thrusting his tongue fully in, tasting its fresh juices, then lapping it up the length of her slit to once again suck her clit into his mouth.

Kamesh was gauging Shanti now, trying to find out how far to take her. He went back to kiss her cunt, then over to the crease of her right thigh, rubbing his cheek over her pussy, pressing it against her exposed clit.

His mouth and tongue started back up her body, kissing and caressing her skin; up to her navel for more giggles, then on up between her breasts, moist now from the heat of her orgasm; over to her right nipple, lingering there to play with it; lapping his tongue over her breast to its side under her arm, then down along its crease with her chest and up between her breasts, lingering as Shanti pressed them against his face and his body massaging her pussy, rubbing her clit as he slid upward, keeping it awake.

He tasted of her throat and face, moving up to bring the tastes and fragrances of her pussy to her nose and mouth.

Shanti opened her mouth to receive his gift, pressing her lips to his as Kamesh guided his cock into her body; slowly sliding his cock into her as his tongue entered her mouth, her mind feeling them meet in the center of her body.

They rested there, his weight fully on her, her breasts pressed between them, his cock and tongue moving slowly.

Now slowly withdrawing his cock-tongue until they were at their entrances and then thrusting them back in, faster, harder; Shanti's pussy rising to meet him, setting the pace while her fingers dug into his back; now Shanti was thrusting her tongue into Kamesh's mouth as his cock pushed it out of her.

Kamesh's cock was aching to cum, his excitement now more than he could hold back. He rose on his hands, thrusting deeper, his needs now overpowering his desire to please Shanti as she pulled his hips to her, her legs spread wide, crotch raised high to accept all of him as she felt his cock pulsing, his cum shooting into her.

Kamesh kept his cock tight in her, reaching down to rub her clit, taking her the rest of the way to the giddy heights of her climax.

Kamesh rested his chest on her breasts to kiss her, hold her those first few moments after her climax; slowly working his way around until they were in an upside-down kiss, the tops of their tongues together, each tip deep in the other's mouth.

Kamesh moved his mouth down over Shanti's chin to kiss her throat, placing his throat against her mouth; moving down to her breasts, trading nipple sucks with her, heading for her navel and some more giggles, this time from both.

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Kamesh needed to hurry and he didn't want Shanti's passion to wane and had to get to her pussy while he was still soft. He rolled over on his side taking Shanti with him, moving on to her clit; placing his flaccid cock in front of her face, feeling Shanti close her mouth over its head as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Kamesh was responding to Shanti's movements now, the thrusts of her pelvis, her hands on his head; pressing his soft cock against her lips, inviting her to take more of it in.

Shanti sucked on his cock, pulling it in until her lips were against his crotch, getting all of it in, holding it there while Kamesh brought her mind and body back toward the climax of another orgasm.

Shanti was sensing a new feeling, an excitement, lying there with Kamesh's soft cock in her mouth while he ravenously ate out her pussy.

Kamesh's fingers were in her now, fingering her in time with his sucks on her clit, adding to her pleasure; his cock starting to harden in Shanti's mouth as his excitement grew, growing toward the back of her throat.

She tried to keep all of it in but couldn't, letting its shaft slide back out of her mouth as it grew, sucking on it ,running her tongue over it like Kamesh was doing to her clit.

Kamesh was trying to keep his mind on eating her while she was driving him wild over what she was doing with his cock. Shanti was totally immersed in her sexual passions, nothing else mattered.

The harder he sucked on her clit, the farther he thrust his fingers in her; the more of his cock Shanti wanted in her mouth, the harder she wanted to suck it.

She began sliding her mouth back and forth over his cock as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm, Kamesh responding, thrusting his pelvis in time with her strokes.

She put her hand around his cock to keep him from thrusting it too far in, sucking harder on it, licking the head of it with her tongue as she met his thrusts with hers.

Shanti was almost at her climax, trying to make him cum at the same time when he drove her over the top. The shuddering of her body, the contractions of her cunt; combined with what she was doing to his cock to bring him over.

Shanti felt his cock pulse, felt his cum shooting into her mouth with each pulse, tasting a man's orgasm for the first time as his cum flowed over her tongue; swallowing his cum as the shaking of her body died down, sucking the last of his cum out of his cock, swallowing every drop of it.

Kamesh moved around on the bed, taking Shanti in his arms, his cock against the slit of her pussy; holding her close to him, kissing her, caressing her body gently as she slowly came down from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. They lay there for a long time, not needing to do anything else, slowly coming back to normal.

Kamesh rolled over on his back while Shanti lay on her side with her head on his chest, playing with its hairs with her finger. "Do you know the language of sex?" Kamesh asked, "the common words." "I don't agree with the feminist's hangup over those things," said Shanti, "It's silly to call them derogatory when they aren't meant to be that way." "What's this thing I put my thing in?" asked Kamesh, smiling as he placed his hand on her pussy.

"That's my cunt and you put your fingers and tongue in it when you ate my pussy and your cock in it when you fucked me and I sucked your cock when I gave you a blowjob." "My cunt has cunt lips and that's my pussy you have your hand on.

It includes everything from my cunt at the bottom up to my clit and its hood at the top. It has pussy lips and inner pussy lips, their opening is my slit; that opens into my vestibule, that valley between my cunt and clit with my pee hole in-between and that hair under your hand is my muff and it covers my mons.

That thing you washed at the bottom of my butt was my anus and those things you've been playing with on my chest are my breasts," said Shanti, "and these are my fingers, my nose and . . . ," finally beginning to giggle as she lost her composure completely.

"This is my cock, it has a shaft with a coronal ridge and a head with a pee hole in it at its end and this is my sack with my balls inside," said Kamesh, pointing at each item before he started laughing too. "I just wanted to clarify some terminology so we would feel comfortable when we talked about sex," laughed Kamesh, putting his arm around her and kissing her.

"I know, I was just trying to give you a hard time," said Shanti, kissing him back, "Pussy and muff are sort of cute and clit is an obvious abbreviation, I don't think cunt is a very flattering word, derived from old English, but vagina sounds awkward and I don't know what else to use. Cock is fine and balls are very descriptive. The man inserted his penis in the woman's vagina and moved it back and forth in a reciprocating motion just doesn't do it like he thrust his cock in her cunt and fucked her."

They talked about what they had done that morning, how it had felt their previous experiences.

Kamesh had a woman suck his cock several times. He had eaten pussy twice before but had never felt the pleasure that eating Shanti's had given him. Shanti had been eaten 1000 times and this way and had taken the head of a man's cock in her mouth umpteen times just to tease him. She had thought oral sex could be good but never imagined it could be this good.

She had felt like she was going to gag when Kamesh's cock had started to grow into the back of her throat but had pulled it back in time.

Kamesh's cum had certainly not tasted like wine, but then not foul, somewhat salty, a little bitter; its smell still seemed to linger in her nostrils. As she thought more about it, the memories of the feeling of his orgasm spurting it into her mouth seemed to rise up from her pussy, clouding over the taste and smell.

The feeling was strange, exciting, as she realized she had eagerly waited for

it to shoot into her mouth knowing that its taste would not be pleasant, swallowing every drop of it as she sucked it out of his cock.

She realized she no longer thought about its taste, there was no taste of cum, just the taste of his orgasm, and she wanted more of it.

"Kamesh, I want your cock in my mouth again" "Glad to oblige" Kamesh answered, "Hard or Soft," Shanti punched her finger in his ribs. "I'm serious . . . I like it . . . I want all of it in me when it's hard."

Kamesh smiled at the thought. "Why can't I do it, they do it in those porn movies. Can you teach me? We've got two days." And two nights thought Kamesh.

"It would be fun to try," said Kamesh, "we should do it before you eat, you might gag when we try it and you don't want to do that with a full stomach."

She got this silly smile on her face, like a little girl who had been promised a present.

"Let's try now," said Shanti.

"You'll have to wait until I get hard again."

"How long will that take?" asked Shanti, her smile fading as she looked

at his limp cock.

"Let me taste your pussy that seems to work."

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Shanti as Concubine Ch. 02

The Escort stuff had taken off- and darling Shanti was on to a fabulous start. She had her strings of learning and series of new things to go by – and of course Kamesh taught her a lot – most of it to do with salivating on a cock and raising the tempo in a client while using the tongue on the balls – scrotum- the most erotically sensitive part of a man.

She was now on her way to Delhi – Kamesh was insistent that she visits Delhi – and this time not as Someone's concubine but as a paid escort from the Resort. The night she reached was a memorable one and Kamesh took her on a long trip of sensual experience of a different kind and just did not leave a single moment with her.

She was his obsession and still continued. He was just preparing her for the following day – she was to serve a very important client of Promolite – Vivek Suri – Expat – head of business at a very important concern in Gurgaon. He was in India for sometime and was identified as a very influential person for Promolite.

Shanti dressed for the kill. She made her self really exotic and alluring – she divided her hair into two separate plaits like a college girl and wore a shimmering light green colored over the waist down to the knees gown. The dress was excellently made for the occasion and it clung to the body. And since it clung to the body – she did not wear a panty and just a bra.

The night in the five star hotel was cool and the handsome man Vivek stirred in his sleep. The midsummer night was warm and humid. The slowly creaking exhaust fan in the bathroom barely moved with the Air conditioning taking care of the temperature which was pretty high for Delhi in the month of May at around 45 degrees Celsius. On the bed it looked like – the man had been pretty active even before she had arrived.

The bed sheets were flung back. In the soft light from the slumbering city streets beyond the window, the man's bronzed, naked body glistened lightly with sweat.

In his mid-forties, he was astonishingly, almost impossibly, good-looking and his features even and regular, utterly masculine. He was clean-shaven, with firm hollows in his cheeks, and had a square, hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin with his aquiline nose, slightly hooked, adding to his aura of power.

His hair was thick and strays of grey, especially at the temples and his mouth was wide and firm. His eyes were set in deep color they were powerful with an animal's sensual ferocity.

With the body superb, sculpted like a Greek God where the neck was powerful but not squat, and led to sprawling broad shoulders with thick sinewy muscles. The chest spread wide and deeply cleaved, like two slabs of rock.

His torso, smooth and hairless, with even the armpits shaved, in a stunning V from his shoulders to his hips. The bronzed skin was smooth and clear, stretched taut over his frame.

His buttocks were exquisitely small and taut.

Between his powerfully muscled thighs, his penis curves limply over his heavy balls. His cock was enormous; even in its flaccid mood and it was at least eight inches long and an inch and a half thick. His pubic hair- short and springy sprayed with grey.

Shanti was sitting beside the man and was studying his beautiful body – in her sexy and extremely exciting shimmering gown.

He would have liked her to be as naked but even otherwise she looked very lovely, as if in the full bloom of youth.

He knew all about her – a woman who just a few months ago was an extremely pious chaste person and would not think of sex even during the most of the outrageous moments.

Shanti's recent training had managed to hide her age brilliantly. The 30+ woman was looking not more than 20-23years of age and looked very sexy.

She was looking extremely slender and the texture with her looks being dusky, she had an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, mascara rimmed eyes.

Her skin was extremely was smooth, sensual and oozed sexy and her mouth looked sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw were beautifully sculpted and firm. The best part of sex was the dress up of her tresses, her shoulder length hair plaited into two dollops were dark and silky smooth, held by a plain cotton ring on both ends.

She wore small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck. Her breasts - full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples. Her belly firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks with delectable curves.

Her limbs spread slender and well-turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists.

Her fingers and toes shaped long and well-manicured. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and to the client's taste, the pubic area was not shaven.

A thin rivulet of sweat coursed down the client's chest, trickling through the deep cleft between the chests and sliding lower. Slowly, she bent over the man and, pushing her tongue out, lapped the thread of sweat, tracing its downward path. The man murmured and stirred awake. She was tempting him.

"I don't believe it," he mumbles drowsily.

"You better believe it," she whispered.

The man laughs softly. Shanti's face was soft and gentle against his hard chest. She dragged her tongue up his torso, lapping at the tacky flesh and swirled her tongue around his hard nipple. The man sighed in pleasure.

Shanti fastened her lips around his nipple and sucks gently. Her teeth scbangd across the hard knob, and her tongue whipped it gently.

It was a delicate, exquisite feeling. Her fleshy breasts brushed against his body and he slid his hand up and down her back, caressing her tenderly around her anus and slowly puckered the hole, while fondling her pendulous breasts. Slowly, she dragged her lips and tongue across his body to the other nipple. He was totally aroused.

"How about now?" Shanti asked innocently.

His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She looked sexy in the designer shimmering gown with a 'bindi' dotting the middle of her forehead. Now they were very close, their bodies almost touching.

Silently he took her by her slim waist and drew her to him. Her back never failed to give him pleasure with its superb posture and erotically hollowed spine, the smooth skin, like satin, the hollows above the collarbone.

His fingers were warm and strong on the naked flesh of her bare midriff and she felt her innermost being throb with pleasure at this merest of touches. Her breath shortened, and she leaned her forehead against his chest, fighting for control. Even after all this time and her days in Chastity, this man could make her feel like a wanton, desperate slut, craving flesh in flesh.

She slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his massive shoulders.

Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso as, at last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open.

His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her eyes.

Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head, rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers.

His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender frame, cupping her breasts.

He slid the gown off her knees and ass, unraveling it expertly and amazed at the naked lust in her buttocks. It rustled to her waist and he tugged at the girdle on her navel, letting that, too, and jingle.

She was naked beneath that, her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation. She murmured softly, her eyes closed arms taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe.

Her nipples stiffened through the gown against his chest and she moaned softly when his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness. Her aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers, her body going hot.

Shanti took Vivek's face in her hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women.

Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavor, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled.

Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He had wide-set, deep, gentle eyes of a dark brown that could change from ice to fire in minutes.

His merest look could do to women what lesser men - and his women had yet to meet one not lesser – would have spent a fortune and hours, if not months and years, to achieve.

His mouth was wide and sensual without being fleshy, the teeth very strong and white and even.

He had high cheekbones and slightly hollowed cheeks and a cleft in his chin. His face was that of an outdoor man, used to long hours in merciless sun, doing manual labor - rugged and tough, with every feature honed, filled with strong sinew and deep reserves of strength and power and speed.

His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense, broad and deep and bulging with muscle. His back was a superb, deeply sweeping, swooping ripple of musculature from shoulder and arm to spine and beyond again.

His neck was thick and bullish with strength. The chest was immensely deep and heavy, the pectorals like two huge slabs of rock, the cleft between them deep and ridged with veins and muscles, the taut, dark nipples pulled wide and low on either side.

From his triceps, a continuous ridge of muscle flew down the immensity of his chest in a mighty W to its counterpart opposite.

His belly was flat, and like a washboard, the flesh marked with the rectangles of muscle. The waist was narrow and small, the hips high and arrogant, the buttocks taut and firm.

His arms and legs were long and thick and rounded and bulging with muscle, the feet and hands big and powerful. His forearms were thick and ridged with veins, the calves and thighs stronger than oak. There was no hair on his torso anywhere; even the armpits were dilapidated.

He took good care of his body, and used it well – in combat, in play, in work.

Above all, there was his penis. It was a thing of beauty, a joy to behold, a greater joy still for a woman to stroke and caress and lick and suck and then be fucked by.

Limp, it was bigger and thicker and longer than most erections, it dangled the good nine inches in length in the semi state, over an inch and a half around more than what it was in a flaccid state a while ago, loaded balls that stored, she knew, an almost unending honeyed sperm sack of delicious semen. When erect, it would swell to an awe-inspiring length, over two and a half around.

It sprang from a mat of cropped black curly pubic hair. He regularly had one of his lovers shave the shaft all the way down to the base.

There were good reasons for this. For one thing, there were some women with whom he performed in Groups who could take his cock whole, when erect.

Then, the sight of his smooth, hairless penis glistening and throbbing, plunging in and out of cunts, mouths, and ass added to the eroticism. But, more important, he found it gave him greater satisfaction and allowed him to gauge his lover's responses a fraction more accurately.

It was this attention to detail, to minute, that set him apart from the rest and made him their leader. She loved it this way. She loved him, every bit of him, and every inch of his cock.

True, Kamesh's was a lot bigger - but, as she herself readily admitted, Vivek was by far sexier in matters sexual. Now Vivek smiled in pleasure as Shanti bent her head and began to suck on his nipples gently, her sharp, warm, moist tongue and fierce teeth nibbling and suckling and toying with his nipples, arousing them painfully. Meanwhile, her elegant fingers coiled about the shaft of his cock and began to caress it expertly and it swelled and thickened in her fist.

She moved to the other nipple, sucking hard, letting go, and sucking hard again. He moaned and murmured and caressed her face and the nape of her long neck, her dangling breasts, finding them swollen and turgid.

"Good..." Vivek replied, reaching down to run his hands through Shanti's silky double plaited hair. Shanti added, "Is there anything else I can do for you while I'm down here? Anything at all?" She was almost absently mindedly jerking Vivek off with slow strokes.

"Well...," Vivek was breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure the skilful massage Shanti was administering to his penis. "I understand you're one hell of a cock sucker. I'd love it if you could give little Vivek here a good tongue bath."

Shanti smiled at the compliment.

Shanti slid lower, her lips at his belly, then lower still. Vivek gasped when Shanti knelt before him, and, her breathing short, her fist curling lovingly around his cock, her lips parting, her long tongue snaked out over his cock-head and flickered across his glans.

Shanti felt a thrill of pleasure at his response. She began to jerk his cock slowly, licking and kissing his cock, sucking on his balls, not yet giving him the satisfaction of her warm mouth.

He held her head in hands and tugged her mouth to his rampant penis. She was good at this and was pleased word was getting around the clients. "It would be my pleasure," she replied. He was uncircumcised, what Shanti thought of as a 'lipstick dick'. She rolled down the foreskin, exposing the helmet.

It glistened enticingly in the light. Shanti's tongue flicked out, and she licked his penis like an ice-cream, her tongue slithering across the smooth, sensitive head. Vivek shivered with delight.

Her soft hands weren't idle during all of this, and Shanti continued to shake his shaft. Lovingly, she popped Vivek's cock into her moist, willing mouth and began to practice her skills on him. Shanti's head was soon bobbing up and down in his lap, as she fucked Vivek's cock with her mouth.

Vivek relaxed back in the chair. He was in seventh heaven. All his life, all Vivek had wanted was for beautiful women to fuck him. When he got on his own that dream had come true. The power that he had overcome his less than attractive physique and now gorgeous young escorts like Shanti here were more than willing to use their nubile bodies to pleasure him.

He gasped in delight, as her silky mouth and tongue brought his cock to the heights of ecstasy never felt even by him. Shanti worked on the cock like a champion, like a blow-job princess without peer. He'd have to get her back soon again. Maybe she would be his regular escort as long as he was in Delhi.

Her own private apartment, right next to his, where they could fuck at their leisure right before going on. Vivek began to move his broad hips slightly back and forth in the chair in time with Shanti's delicious strokes.

Shanti could feel the nearness of Vivek's orgasm. She'd only been sucking him off for a short time, the saliva in her penis filled mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the lust-hardened cock sunk into the warm working depths of her throat.

She could see his slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure while the husky man's strong fingers wound tightly in her shiny girlish plaits, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting length of cock flesh.

The ravished young wife felt her own excitement mounting more and more as the granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken to greater hardness in her hungrily sucking mouth, ramming forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the mammoth prick mis-tuning into her belly from behind.

She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and ground her buttocks back wildly as his peak approached. That would do. Yes. God, yes! Oh ... quick!

Finally, Vivek bent to scoop Shanti's swooning body into his arms and carried her carefully across the dimly lit room to the main bedroom. She clung to him, her breath coming in shuddering gasps, for he'd gotten her so hot and crazy she hardly knew what she was doing.

He kicked the door closed and deposited the wildly trembling woman on the king size bed. He worked quickly and quietly, only bothering to see her moaning. She was moaning very softly with her eyes closed, swaying where he put her as though she were waiting for him to do with her as he pleased.

He could see her furred cunt lips were wet with her freely flowing juices.

Slowly he guided his painfully throbbing cock to the wetly gaping opening of her pussy, fucking into her with his huge, cunt-stretching cock. The feel of her hot, juicy pussy walls closing over his prick almost made him cum right then. Gooooooooddddddddd!

Her greedily clasping cunt felt so good. Shanti could feel all of her client lover's massively pulsing cock fucking deep into her cunt, its head nudging against and then pushing hard into her womb.

He lifted his muscular hips, screwing his cock even deeper into her excitedly writhing belly, her own juicy pussy flesh closing and clenching on its huge shaft with a hundred fibrous fingers. Vivek's head dropped and she felt his hot mouth on hers, as he kissed her long and ferociously.

She was trembling and shaking in his arms as she closed her eyes, opening her mouth under his and taking his hard thrusting tongue into her throat, sucking on it with a gasping greed.

The Senior Manager could feel her soft, voluptuous body beneath him. Her hugely billowing tits throbbed hotly into the dark curling hairs of his chest.

He spread her thighs wider apart and cupped her trembling ass cheeks, pulling her pussy up onto his cock even harder. She was afire with the touch of his body on hers.

Shanti sucked his tongue deep into the hot cavern of her mouth as fiercely as his heavily pulsing cock fucked into her cunt. She could feel the hungrily devouring walls of her pussy drawing his cock ever deeper inside.

Vivek tore his mouth away at last and sank his teeth just hard enough into her earlobe for her to cry out, "Oooooooo!" Christ! This little blonde really loved it.

He screwed his thickly throbbing cock deeper in her tightly clenching cunt. Arching up just enough to look down the length of their bodies so lewdly intertwined, hers naked from the waist down, lean and excitingly fragile, the hipbones showing in sharp little wings, his, large, muscular. "Oh, God, girl," he panted, his head still burrowed downward where he could see his cock in her cunt.

He pulled his massively pulsing prick out of her pussy all the way, wanting to see it as he fucked it upward. Her hand came up obediently, guiding his huge cock back into her greedily devouring depths. Oh God.

Yes. His cock was so big. The fresh escort arched her hips, spreading her legs even wider. Vivek was moaning now through gritted teeth as he watched his huge, pussy-stretching cock fucking into her tightly gripping pussy lips. He could see her hips rotate slowly, and he saw his huge prick disappear, and he felt her cunt mouth suck hungrily back over it again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Goddddddddddd!" he groaned and fucked into her, letting the full weight of his body screw his heavily pulsing cock all the way into her greedily milking pussy hole.

"Oooooooooooooo!" she moaned, feeling his massive cock screwing into her. "Please ... please ... oh ... God ..." she hissed, her hands clawing at his tanned muscular shoulders. She'd never felt anything as good as this thick gigantic cock fucking in her pussy so far that she could feel the head throbbing far up against the bottom of her belly inside.

It felt as though she were pierced completely through the core of her body, that the head was going to come out the back of her neck. She'd thought that fucking him would be great, but damn, she'd never expected anything like this! The tightly gripping walls of her pussy were milking greedily at his prick.

He didn't know how in hell he was going to hold on. Just screwing into her had almost triggered his whole mind-shattering cum right then, and he didn't want to cum before she had. He fucked his tongue deep into her hot, wet mouth.

A fire spread hungrily from his lewdly fucking loins as his cock was alternately squeezed and released in the vise of her wet little pussy walls.

He could feel his belly churn and his cum-laden balls swelling to near bursting. "Oh ... fuck me, fuck me ..." she begged, wanting more and more of his huge cock screwing into her. She felt their nakedly cleaving bodies rise a few inches off the floor with their passion, and the Expat fucked his thickly pulsing prick deeper and deeper into her body.

Vivek ground his loins into the nakedly quivering Shanti beneath him, feeling her hungrily devouring cunt suck his cock deeply into her pussy. Her hot, juicy cunt walls milked him greedily as he raced full length up into her trembling belly.

His cum-loaded balls slapped with a resounding staccato sound against the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass. "Aghghghhhhhh!" he grunted as he screwed harder into her.

She wanted to be fucked and he was giving her all he had. This Escort girl sure could fuck. He had heard all stories about her, she had had the whole business talking, but he had never bothered about them. He would never doubt a rumor about her again.

He just wished that it was the beautiful Hema Balaji he was screwing instead. The thought of Hema's hotly sucking mouth clamped around his lipstick-rimmed cock, even as he fucked into the escort's wetly clasping cunt, almost made him cum. Oh God! What a pair the two women were.

Shanti wrapped her legs around Vivek's waist, hoping they would stop hurting, that the cramp in her legs would leave, and, miraculously, it did. This brought her quivering little clit higher and her slightly upturned cunt into closer contact with his deeply fucking cock.

The fires in her cunt mounted as he screwed further into her belly now.

It was easier. She could feel her pussy responding, the wild fucking causing the familiar tingling sensation and radiant warmth to flow through her.

Vivek felt the escort girl's legs wrap around his waist so that her whole hotly throbbing pussy was wide open to him, her mouth mewling and moaning.

He grabbed her smoothly curved ass cheeks in his hands, pounding into her wetly clasping pussy harder and faster, unable to stop the grunting sounds erupting from his throat and chest as he fucked into her like a maniac. Oh God!

"Yesssssssssssssss!" she moaned, fucking up onto his huge prick as she felt him lift her legs and dbang them over his shoulders. She rode higher and higher up the hugely screwing cock and she could feel the fires of her own cum begin to spark and flame.

Suddenly he slammed into her, arching his back, hanging in mid air and too pained to move, hanging there as he felt a great gush of hotly scalding cum roar out of his wildly jerking cock and deep into her belly.

His cum juices shot in scalding streams into her womb, his cum-laden balls sending pulses of white hot juices out the tightly constricted opening of his huge prick.

"Raaaaamaaaa!" he groaned. The hot slippery load rushed in frenzy from his cum-filled balls into her heatedly clasping cunt that was still so tight it milked him furiously in a seemingly never-ending cum that went on and on.

Suddenly, he felt Shanti arch up and quiver, her calves locked around his head, and he could feel the air hit the backs of his hands where they clenched her trembling ass cheeks.

Her scream would have awakened the dead.

"Aaaaaaaagghhhhhhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhhhh!" "Gggggggaaaaaahhhhhhdddddddddd ... oooohhhhhhhh ...fucckkkkkkkkkk!" "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh ... aaahhh ... ooohhhhhhhh ... iiiii ...gggaaaaa!"

Shanti heard Vivek's strangled cries mingling with her own, but she had not been aware of the screams that were coming from her own mouth.

They were only a verbal expression of the wildly churning rapture that was happening inside her own flesh. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ... Goddddddd ... ooooooo!" Vivek prayed it

would never end.

His very life was pouring out of him.

He fucked into her cunt again and again until finally he only twitched and gasped, and then fell on her with the great weight of his utterly exhausted and completely fulfilled body.

Shanti clasped him tighter around his muscular body, rising now on the wave of his mind shattering cum that sent the almost never ending spurts of his slippery, hotly searing juices cascading down over her frantically trembling thighs.

"Aaaahhhhhhggghhhhhhh!" she screamed as her cum washed through her like a tidal wave and her greedily milking cunt coaxed the last of the hotly scalding juices from his cum-drenched cock.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shanti as Concubine Ch. 03

The flight landed on time at the Perth International Airport. She got up slowly – form her executive class Raffles seat and reached out for the cabin baggage and waited for the announcement to disembark. It had been a long flight – she had made it finally – made it to meet Dean and that was a long struggle. Ratan and Balu did everything to spoil the party but eventually their love that -is Dean and Shanti who showed it to everybody that it was their love which stood mightier and stronger- finally paving the way for her to receive Work permit and right to reside in Australia.

Ratan was bewildered – angry and was very upset – he was upset because in these 18 months after the first time Dean had come down to these parts – Shanti had studiously avoided him and not even allowed him to touch her forget any conjugal bliss -and all because of the remote support she was getting from Dean who in turn would pull the plug on Ratan with a higher transfer price or a threat to cancel the client order on some pretext -and with the economy not really showing up – last thing one wanted was to give or snap this relationship and make a living go out of the window, meanwhile Ratan got married to a lovely sexy girl from Calcutta -Nandini Chowdury – yes – the same Nandini whom we all know from the Shanti earlier series.

She was no novice to sex but feigned like one -and on her first night and subsequent nights gave Ratan a frightful time – all missionary style and even let a tomato up her pussy to fake hymen rupture.

We will concentrate on Nandini in separate episodes and for now – let us return to Shanti and her emigration to Australia. She left everything behind – including the rights over her child – hoping Dean would marry her -who did promise – he will. He sent her proofs of her divorce with Sherlyn – and convinced her that all was over on that side and also there were no siblings so no issue.

But a few days into her stint at Perth and a couple of nice nights with him – she realized he was using her. But then as had always been the case with this once upon time pious lady – life was a full circle. Shanti found herself being used. This time she did go along but also resignedly enjoyed it – after all – though he was using her – Dean was also marrying her- they were slated to get married in the next fortnight at a local civil court and later exchange vows at the Church – though she was not to convert into Christianity.

A big day in the life of Dean and his quest to make his brother Tim become the Mayor of a precinct near Perth. He was looking for the support of one of the Legislators – Howard Pierce. Legislator Pierce we should say.

The day was well set and Shanti dressed for the occasion in typical western Australian style.

The lunch took place in the back room of La Meriden an exclusive French restaurant often visited by Australian legislators and their cronies. They had the small room to themselves, although it was often used for two or three tables. Shanti knew that Dean had asked that they have a private meeting place, where they could nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of La Meriden.

In the front room, a small string quartet played diffused and competitive music, and this music was piped into the back room so that Shanti and Dean and Legislator Pierce could hear it. They were just completing the last of seven courses and drinking very pleasant Bordeaux with their cheese.

Shanti was no longer participating in the lively conversation with Legislator Pierce because she knew that Dean was not zeroing in on the real topic of interest. They wanted and needed the influential Legislator's assistance if Tim Clarke was going to be nominated at the convention.

He had never shown himself friendly to any of the Clarkes, and had delighted in making derogatory statements to the press about Tim's abilities whenever he got the chance.

He was an old crocodile, as Dean put it, and it was up to them to charm him! Shanti rose to go to the ladies' room. The wine was making her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward the private accommodations for that room. She seemed to be able to feel the eyes of the two men upon her swaying buttocks as she moved away from their table, and she felt proud to be such a good-looking woman as well as an efficient one. When she returned, she noted that the mood between Dean and the Legislator had softened considerably, and she wondered if Dean had already succeeded in getting an agreement from him.

When in his turn the Legislator bowed to the exigencies of the large quantities of wine that the trio had drunk and left the table to go to the lavatories, Shanti turned to her lover and partner and asked, "How's it going."

Dean placed his hand upon Shanti's knee underneath the table. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His sharp blue eyes looked intently into Shanti's and Shanti could not help wanting to reach out and smooth his blond hair back with her hands, to hold him to her right there in the restaurant. It was true that they were alone in the back room, but Legislator Pierce would be back at any moment. Dean's hand felt like a hot coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the stocking length of her thighs.

"Oh Dean ..." she sighed. She longed for his touch, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the moist spot of her triangular "V", she was already getting wetter and wetter as Dean's fingers moved steadily up. "Oh ..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her darkly hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there! Perhaps after the lunch was over they would leave and go to one of their apartments to be alone! She had been in Perth for just over a week now and Dean had fucked her a score times- everywhere and in all her orifices – on the balcony, in the bathroom and of course most of the time on the Floor in his apartments and quite a few times did it even with the blinds off and oblivious to the outside world -but this was nothing – it was terribly out of the world for her when he screwed her on the beach.

And now his fingers advanced across the bare top of Shanti's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the moisture of her trembling secret cunt. "Ooooooooh!"

Shanti cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Shanti felt in her loins.

"Remember the last time?????" Dean suddenly inquired, and there was urgency in his voice that made Shanti know that he was excited too. Yes, she remembered all too well the last time on the Beach. It had been the last time they made love, and she seemed to still be able to feel the sharp blows that he had rained upon her nakedly quivering buttocks. Their brownness had shown up at him in the privacy of his bedroom later as she lay crying and trembling across his knees. After each painful slap, he had slipped his fingers between her legs and created a flurry of pleasure inside her tightly clenching vagina. She wondered with a start if he planned to do something to her riot now ... right there!

"Yes, darling, I remember!" she replied.

She remembered, too, the way he had first brought her to a breathless climax ... that night in Grantsville Apartment when he had sought to punish her for meddling in the Clarke affairs. She had just asked him – why he was needed to campaign for Tim – out of innocence of course.

Dean had taken her to his room then and angrily stripped and beaten her bare buttocks, and had been totally surprised to have her reach a tumultuous orgasm that way! She too had been surprised, and it had been the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between them. She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were curling inside her stylish boots. It was so exciting when he spoke to her this way! But she was unprepared for his next words.

"The Legislator's hot for you," he said, continuing his lazy friction up between her cream-like colored thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. I can see to it that we're left alone long enough, and it will mean he's ours!"

In spite of herself, Shanti bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young lover was saying, and she knew that he had probably assessed the situation perfectly accurately. Legislator Pierce would certainly fall right into their laps if they were to play up to his sexual nature. He had never asked anything of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to traverse her elegantly-clothed body. She felt a rush of anger as she saw Legislator Pierce returning from the men's room. There was no time to answer.

Dean whispered, "Just follow my lead and go along with what I say. I know I can count on you!"

Shanti felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Dean had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Legislator Pierce was right there at the table now, sitting back down. It must be perfectly obvious why Dean is twisted toward me like that with his hand beneath the table, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much wine.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She was relieved when Dean finally removed his hand, but then she saw him get up and go to the connecting door. She knew he was going to make sure that no one came into the room for a certain amount of time. The brandy glasses had already been served, along with the coffee, although Legislator Pierce had insisted on American coffee and was downing a big cup of it. While Dean was temporarily away from the table, Shanti could feel the Legislator leering at her, and she met his gaze across the table with a frank stare of her own. He was an unattractive man of about 55 or so, portly with jowls and a girth befitting a man of his status.

No young and dashing Legislator like Tim Clarke was he, and it occurred to Shanti that he must resent the younger man terribly. She had never met Legislator Pierce before, and she had no love for the man, knowing him to be a wily and dangerous in-fighter among the sharks of Perth.

What was Dean going to require of her?

She didn't possibly see how she could have anything to do with him that involved getting closer than she was right now. Then she remembered that Dean had said something about "putting on a show" ... but in the confused state of mind that followed her lover's strange suggestion, Shanti didn't know what to think. Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation, she saw Dean returning and locking the door behind him as he entered the back room of La Meriden.

He said not a word as he sat down again beside Shanti, but she knew that he had arranged it all and that within moments he would set out to gain Legislator Pierce's favors. A terrible sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Dean's fingers rising beneath her skirt again.

He had resumed with an additional bottle of red wine, and suggested that they all drink heartily. The Legislator's eyes twinkled and his booming laugh filled the room. Had Dean spoken to him before? Did he know what was to come, when she herself didn't? Dean's middle finger surged close to the already seeping spot high between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the darkly curling pubic hairs and inserting the thick digit into the moisture of her trembling cunt. Was Dean using her? Or were they as a team setting out to accomplish something that was absolutely necessary? She could not decide, and the indecision started an odd kind of fatalism working in her brain.

She drank more of the mellow smooth-tasting wine and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising heat within her loins as Dean's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when all along she was certain that Legislator Pierce knew what was happening under the table. Then abruptly the conversation turned from the innocent topic of the decor of La Meriden to more explicit things.

Dean spoke to her in a tone of voice that she knew well. It meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point.

That he wanted to take her forcefully and hard, that he wanted her to yield to his strong handsome arms, to let him grind out his lust upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff out a candle with the rock-hard stiffness of his demanding cock! "How does that feel up in your little hot pussy?" he asked. Shanti flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Legislator Pierce was flushing with emotion across from her.

"It ... it feels ..." she began.

She must not let him down ... since it had all started anyway, she must somehow see it through! His finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of her hidden vagina.

"Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so that his finger rose into the moist and sensitive pit of his elegantly-dressed assistant's vaginal orifice.

"GOOD!" she blurted out.

Pierce cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely.

Dean Clarke had promised him something special ... something along the lines that he seemed to know that the older man would like. Now, Pierce was more than pleased to see that the promise was of a much more exciting nature than he would have imagined. It was easy to get girls in Washington. Call girls were thick as flies, and there was always some little willing thing around if you didn't want to pay. But Shanti Sridhar ... that was something else entirely!

To see the beautiful and intelligent South Indian woman unbelievably beautiful and tall – yes tall – at 5'7" beginning to sprawl down in her seat, right there across from him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense ... now that was a show! To know that Dean Clarke was at that moment fingering the tight hidden split of this proud and exciting young woman was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward in his seat watching Shanti's expression with a growing interest, and noting the motions of Dean's arm as he manipulated his hand beneath Shanti's dress.

He could feel his already hard cock lurching between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young Clarke brother had ... to set such a thing up right in the back room of La Meriden! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how to get a fellow!

He had heard tales about Dean, about how the young lawyer would stop at nothing to get what he wanted for his older brother. Well, now he was getting a taste of it himself, and he found it entirely to his liking! Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as possible. This was the kind of spice that made him think that it was all worthwhile!

Dean was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused dusky beauty from India now, and Pierce tried to catch all of his words. He could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture.

He was exciting Shanti not only through his intimate touching between her legs, but by his lewd words."... Know finger-fucking ... my fingers are fucking your tight little cunt ... squirm it ... wiggle it ... ugh! ugh! Is that high enough for you ... oh God, you feel good up in there! Don't you wish it were my cock instead of my fingers? You know you like fucking better than anything ... Legislator Pierce knows it too ... If you want me to I'll fuck you now ..."

With each word, Shanti seemed to lose more and more control of herself with Pierce could see her spreading her legs wider, and he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something. It was then that Dean pushed the table back, and throwing up Shanti's skirt with a sudden motion, invited the older man to watch what his fingers were doing. Shanti whimpered, then shrugged briefly, but the idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this awful man–-but at the same time serving "the cause"–-created a characteristic surge of masochistic enjoyment that increased her emotion to such an extent that she groaned out loud.

The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed dark pussy were plainly visible to Pierce now as he stared intently at the dark hair- fringed "vee" up between Shanti's widely separated legs. Dean had flicked back the narrow elastic leg band of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his comely assistant's thoroughly aroused pussy was visible, and his bunched-together fingers could be seen lewdly rising up into the tightly clenching orifice of her vagina, appearing and disappearing as he thrust again and again up into her willingly open cunt.

"CHRIST, MAN!" Pierce exclaimed. "You've really got her going!"

His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he didn't want to say anything yet. Dean obviously had the whole thing thought out; he would let him set the pace. Dean would stop whenever he thought Shanti was about to cum. He did not want that yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic release, to arouse her so much that she would mindlessly obey him.

He had done it before in private, and he knew that it worked. She had become an expert in satisfying his every whim, and in that manner satisfying her own. This would be the first performance before another person, but he knew she would do well. She had been well trained.

"COME ON!" he said to her. "HURRY UP AND STRIP AND I'LL FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

With only a second's hesitation Shanti stood up.

She wavered as she looked over at the alert and deeply reddened face of Legislator Pierce, but she realized that she would be able to go through with it now. It would be worth it to feel Dean fucking her, to obey him so well that he fucked her into a state of ecstatic delirium.

She would do as he said Pierce had little to do with it, really. She and Dean were performing a ritual which was a Part of their love-making, a ritual that thrilled her beyond anything she had ever felt! She stood near the table, there in the back room of the restaurant, and began to slip out of her clothes. Pierce watched with bulging eyes.

He had only imagined what a gorgeous body Shanti possessed, but now he saw. It's like someone sharing his wife win you! he thought, not knowing that it was in the offing and growing more and more excited. He was sharing Dean's would be wife.

Her suit top and blouse were gone now and she stood in her skirt and white lace brassiere, her shapely calves encased in tight-fitting brown leather. Her full, cream-like thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip next. The beige tone of her long nylon stockings, held in place by a dainty white lace-trimmed garter belt, blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.

Suddenly to Dean it was as if he and Shanti were alone in the room. She was playing strictly to him, while Pierce faded even from his peripheral vision. Before him, Shanti's bra unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into

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Freedom and his swollen penis throbbed as he took in their enchanting splendor!

They rested high and proud in the artificial light of the restaurant and their quivering brown nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.

Damn! What a talent the girl had!

Dean had to admit it to himself. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman, and more. He stared at her standing there in just her high-heeled boots, stockings and garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word of instruction from him, she turned her back to him and, bending over, slowly drew her silky panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lushly rounded buttocks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth colored thighs and calves and finally discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.

Shanti stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to face the two men.

Nearly all of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark-brown hair-covered mound of her quivering young pussy. The tiny garter belt and stockings she still wore concealed nothing from their eager gaze. She had dressed strictly according to Dean's instructions with help from his maid at the Apartments.

Dean turned to look at Pierce and saw the entranced Legislator rubbing his hand across the front of his pants.

A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing erection, and Dean felt a thrill of power as he ascertained that Shanti's performance was having the desired effect. Shanti was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth before the two men in lewd counter time to the piped-in music. She pranced nakedly, her breasts dancing and her buttocks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripe swelling fullness to the watching pair.

"Come here, honey," Dean said huskily. "Let us have a closer look at you."

Shanti approached, and stood before them.

She was waiting for Dean's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling loins.

But instead of Dean, it was Pierce who reached out for her while Dean sat motionless watching.

"You're gorgeous, baby!" the Legislator growled, and his thick hairy hands were on her buttocks, pulling her in close to him. Suddenly she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her warmly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender hair-fringed lips and probing lewdly up inside their moistness. She jumped at the unexpected wet contact, and then felt him holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly kneading the pliable white flesh of her quivering buttocks below the garter belt.

She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she had been doused with cold water, and she looked toward Dean for some assistance. Instead, Dean gave her a wink and a nod of approval.

"Try it ..." he muttered. "You'll like it!"

With a shudder, Shanti realized that there was little she could do about the lewd wet sucking that was taking place up between her legs.

She felt horrified that she had let herself become trapped into such a cheap scene. Why, Dean could have gotten anyone of a dozen girls to cavort with Legislator Pierce. Why did he have to ask her to do this? Pierce flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Shanti's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of smooth cunt flesh as well as the curly dark hair that protected them.

Shanti jumped against his hands, but he wasn't going to let her go now.

His thumbs spread the softly hair-lined lips up between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed hotly, deep into her widespread cunt.

Grunting, he moved toward her from his seat and knelt in between her legs, forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue ... slowly up and down within the nervous 35 year old dark hair dusky beauty's secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about it in small titillating circles against her lust-moistened pussy flesh.

He pushed forward and Shanti cried out, losing her balance and beginning to fall backward. But she felt Dean rush behind her to cushion her, and she lay softly upon the rug of La Merideon, her legs wide-spread and Pierce kneeling up between them. Oh God! Shanti thought. She would have been able to make love with Dean in front of anyone, and probably anywhere. But this was more than she thought she could stand. It was horrible and degrading to have him kneeling like a big animal down there between her legs, and shivers of shame and humiliation ran up and down her spine. But she couldn't even cry out to him to stop. She had to go through with it now but inwardly she screamed "I'm being used! I can't stand it! I just can't stand it!"

Still Pierce's tongue teased between her widespread cunt lips, working its way all the way up from her insanely tingling vagina through the palpitating narrowness of her pussy to the throbbing head of her defenseless clitoris.

She was disturbed that the illicit flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her jerking clitoris, and she could feel the tiny nib of sensation swelling to full erection against her will! She began squirming her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. The idea that her lover Dean was somewhere behind her, watching all this, brought low guttural moans of despair to her throat. He was sacrificing her to Legislator Pierce! The naked brown plane of her belly danced erotically before the two men's hungry eyes as Pierce continued his greedy lapping and panting at Shanti's helplessly exposed pussy.

The older man's eyes peered up from his enjoyable task, and met those of Dean Clarke who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of the prone woman who was his love and would be wife shortly. Dean nodded that it was fine for him to continue. "She's just getting hot now!" he proclaimed.

The words stung Shanti just as if Dean had struck her, and suddenly she realized why he had asked her about the last spanking he had given her.

He had counted on her putting two and two together at some point during this ordeal, and it was startlingly clear. The kind of revelation that Shanti knew made people spend years upon an analyst's couch had been given to her at that very moment. Dean's forcing her to submit to Legislator Pierce's lewd and obscene advances was tantamount to his spanking her! Shanti knew that those spankings were humiliating beyond belief, at the beginning anyway, but then the pain got caught up inside her somewhere and changed into something different ... something real and much more exciting than simple pleasure. This is what Dean was offering to her now ... an erotic experience to top all of their experiences together! And perhaps it would!

Shanti's moans of desperation slowly changed. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else as the soft gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to the sensitive flesh up between her legs. Her very nakedness, there in the back room of a popular restaurant, began to excite her and she could feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside her as the lewd tongue-fucking continued. Control was slipping away again ... that delicious feeling that she had with Dean, where all thought was blotted out of her mind, and she was nothing but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, created for loving and nothing else! That powerful desire to think and keep on thinking was mercifully suspended and a total relaxation followed that enabled her to give of herself with complete abandon.

The dark channel of her vagina began to throb hotly.

Yes, she could actually enjoy this obscene act ... yes, she could ... "MMMmmmmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips upward to meet Pierce's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide open split of her streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched brown pinkness of her inner flesh.

"OOOOOOOOOooooooochhh!"

Suddenly behind her she felt Dean's hands upon her breasts.

His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little squeal, Shanti abandoned herself the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar fingers twisted her roundly swollen breasts, and down between her thighs her desire- inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.

"HURRY!" Dean's voice directed over her nakedly twisting body. "Put it in her now ... NOW!"

This was pure betrayal for all she thought he was to her- giving up on a native country for this man who showered only love all these days – on mails, chats, telephones and what all – and now he had made her a whore!

Pierce raised his glistening wet face, and his jawed cheeks reflected the excitement that he was feeling.

Quickly, he opened his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait.

Before him, he spied the small pink opening of Shanti's wetly seeping pussy, just waiting and ready for his hard cock! HE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK HER RIGHT THERE!

Shanti stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her yearning pussy. GOD! Pierce thought. She really wants it bad! As if to echo his thoughts, Shanti suddenly cried out, "Please ... please ... do it to me now ... NOW I TELL YOU!"

She had to quench the terrible desire that had risen up inside her, had to know physical peace before she could think straight again. Legislator Pierce knelt up between the dark-haired woman's widespread thighs.

He looked down at the widely-parted, shapely legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost seemed to drool over her nakedness as he noted that her stockings had gotten ripped and that her garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her seeping coral-hued brownish dark pussy seemed looser and wetter than before and Pierce thought he'd never seen anything so exciting in his life. Certainly had never done anything that could quite match this long lunch at La Meriden! With a pained expression, he pushed his heavily bloated cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it in between the dark pubic curls and up into the velvety pussy flesh spread wide before him.

"OoooooooHHHHHHH" Shanti responded as the sliding cock rose against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading whimpers filled the room as Pierce thrust the thick tip-end of his cock up into the spreading entrance of Shanti's willing cunt,

pushing upward, continuing in a slow constant act of relentless penetration until his cock was finally buried completely up in her whitely quivering belly.

"OOOOOOGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAHH!" she cried, as Pierce gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of Shanti's tightly massaging pussy muscles, wrapping around his entering penis.

The Legislator's portly body inclined back from Shanti as his probing cock attempted to reach the farthest depths of her totally filled pussy, and he did not seem to want to stop until it was completely out of sight, buried deep inside the flailing 35 years young South Indian beauty's willingly spread pussy and his sperm-filled testicles hung lewdly against her smoothly naked buttocks. Her long legs and her boot-clad feet and calves swung outward, quivering visibly as Shanti lay speared by Pierce's impaling male hardness.

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From his excellent position staring down over his lustfully writhing would be wife, Dean could see that Shanti was completely enraptured.

Her lovely painted lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Shanti began to rotate her hips up to meet Pierce as his rigid cock- flesh pressured hard up into her raging pussy channel.

Again and again Pierce shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees, forcing his outrageously hard penis deep into her hungrily contracting vagina. Dean Clarke watched, his fingers still kneading at Shanti's softly jiggling breasts.

He was fascinated by the sight of his efficient slut's dark-haired cunt receiving the thrusting attacks of the perspiring Legislator's meaty cock.

He could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the sensuous flesh of Shanti's full firm breasts beneath his fingers. Pierce's thrusting penis, from where he watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing Dark haired Dusk Pussy's widely straining pussy.

It was throbbing red and swollen and each time the Legislator rammed into her Shanti gave a guttural grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily in Dean Clarke's lewdly manipulating fingers.

Pierce could feel Shanti's cunt lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. It wouldn't be long now, he bought, and just in time too ... he couldn't last a minute longer! Pierce didn't know how good Dean Clarke was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Shanti.

"Get it, baby ... get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely. "Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!"

Shanti writhed around on the rug and let all the depravity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her breasts being pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her legs.

The powerful blows that struck the hitherto untouched upper regions of her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young loins.

She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. She felt like she was floating, and her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity ... then suddenly jumped. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing vagina and spread to the minutest cells of her body. She was released!

"AAAAAA HHHHHH!" Shanti choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its jism.

"OH SHIT!" Pierce exclaimed. "OH SHIT!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliers on the ceiling of La Merideon. "NNNNNGHGHGHHHhhhh!" he grunted, lifting Shanti's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep deep into her climaxing pussy.

"OOOooah ... YES YES YES YES YES!" Shanti cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning hot sperm that filled her quivering cunt. She did not feel completely human as caught in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm she began to murmur a steady stream of words.

"Oh, give it to me, give it to me ... oh! I want it ... I need it ... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!"

Dean Clarke watched the incredible spectacle with great interest.

He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he wished that he could have been the one to bring out this tremendous orgasm in his beautiful would be wife. He felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that a bore like Legislator Pierce could make Shanti cum like that.

Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Shanti. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger in the presence of her lover and would be husband.

Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Dean could see that Pierce had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the modulated air of the restaurant's back room.

Strains of heavenly strings still wafted through the air, and only a soft mewling that mingled with Pierce's heavy panting could be heard rising to meet the music.

Pierce pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn looking. But Pierce seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go!

He clumsily got to his feet, and, still panting, headed for the bathroom. Dean moved around Shanti's nakedly prone body.

He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he himself had caused to happen. What sight! he thought.

What a gorgeous creature she was. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and Dean longed to bring her back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand.

The brownish pink shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and widespread for all the world to see and the dark curling hairs glistened with the combined moisture of orgasmic secretions. She was an obscenely presented treat, Dean thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly staining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.

There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for that night when they were alone together.

The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated shaft felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace.

Sweat stood out on his forehead and his blond hair fell forward in his eyes.

He closed them with an expression of utter bliss. Shanti stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she heard the peculiar lewd noise of Dean's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Dean looked down at her with an expression akin to agony. "I'm gonna cream on you, baby ... I'm gonna cream all over you!" he announced, and then uttering a spangled cry, he let his raging hot penis jerk upward with a sharp jolt.

"NNNAAAAANNNN~GHGHGHGHHHHH!" he grunted.

Suddenly Shanti felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly reclining body.

Shanti was on her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her brown exposed belly, inching down her still-spread inner thighs toward her already inundated young pussy.

Dean's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Dean uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Shanti's startled features.

Yet, she was unable to feel the disgust that she knew she ought to be feeling. After all, this was Dean ... Dean Clarke was her own man wonderful lover and WOULD BE HUSBAND!

A fortnight later – as destined – and there was no twist in this – Dean and Shanti were man and Wife. The newly elected Mayor Tim Clarke and Legislator Pierce attended the wedding.

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Shanti as Concubine Ch. 04

Life as an escort took its own route and gave our dear Shanti a fresh lease in life. She became smart and more alert to the vagaries of life and also became extra diligent at skipping work and making use of the best assets on her body to her advantage. She would not flinch to make them appeal to the men folks and also to the women folk.

Her Manager at the Bank – Arangayanam had steadily ensured that the idea of quitting the job was out of her head and whenever she would appear the man would have saliva in his mouth gulping to go down the throat – she was sex par excellence. She had kept him hopeful to get under her petticoat one day and usually while in his room would give him ample time to devour her beauty especially the boobs covered in the nice bra and blouse. She would always make sure that the saree would slip at the right time for the middle aged man to ogle and would deliberately not cover herself. It was all well planned.

As this was going on – the branch had a new employee – Lakshmi who was a confused lady and always felt as if the World was loading her with the jobs of all others at the Branch. Most of the time she would not be keeping well and that it was a big issue for her and on top of it at the Branch – overloading with work was making her frustrated and at this very moment of her frustration – she noticed the ease with which our temptress and escort Shanti was getting away by doing little of work most of the time.

Lakshmi one day could not contain herself and in a staff meeting with the AGM – complained about the same and Indusbank branch in Bangalore – got its first jolt. The AGM took the complaint and later confronted the Branch Manager who gave some sheepish response only to make the matter lose its steam. Shanti decided to get one up on the new babe in the Bank. She made her plans like a vulture would when swooping down its prey.

Be patient but get even and devour the prey. Shanti knew the way out and she executed it and meticulously and she cultivated friendship with Lakshmi starting with an apology that very evening and requesting for a drop home in Lakshmi's car.

Lakshmi's husband was a Vice President in one of the FMCG companies and enjoyed these perks.

Slowly the relationship grew between the ladies and it stretched to the families and Shanti would spend considerable amount of her spare time at Lakshmi's house. Lakshmi was bowled over by the gesture and started to believe that she made a mistake that day by complaining about Shanti and felt apologetic. Shanti consoled her and assured of all assurance and support.

It was a Tuesday one week when Shanti came to Lakshmi's place and was startled to find Rahul – Lakshmi's husband. He was a Punjabi married to a South Indian Lakshmi. They had two children but this was the first time in their 9 month friendship that the Escort Temptress whose dark side was not known to Laskhmi met her husband and she liked the sight of the hunk. Not very tall – at around 5'6" inches Rahul was two inches shorter to Shanti who possessed good height and was pretty slim.

The two saw each other and the message was clear. Both gave the same signal to each other of course knowing very well that it was not possible. Shanti knew it had to be made possible – this was the chance to get even with the mistress of this house. She could clearly see that the couple were very close and looked like it was a perfect harmony in the family unlike her own – which was all turmoil.

Months passed and Shanti would meet Rahul at their place – and it was no secret that the man was secretly masturbating immensely thinking of the Tamil escort. Of course he was also not in knowledge of her true dark side. One day – Shanti decided to bite the fruit a bit and knowing that he was at home, came early and took the younger daughter Aruna in her arms and asked her, " Hi Aruna uhmmmmmmaaa, you are so sweet, you are smelling, not taken a bath yet? No problem even I have not – I do not like to take a bath so early" and all this in the safe distance of Rahul to hear who got n instant hard on when he heard this conversation. In fact it was followed up by Lakshmi coming and laughing at the episode and asking our dear Shanti to have a bath in their house. Shanti did have the bath but not before Rahul had shagged three times in that 1 hour before she took her bath. She would pass him while he was on the dining table taking his breakfast and her sweat odor would make it extremely difficult for the stud to hold on, he wanted her badly but how – he knew she was taking him up the spike but was scared if it turned around him and made him look shafted.

This hide and seek continued – and though they did not go beyond this titillation and tormenting game Shanti would go for her regular kills as an escort and one day – she was asked to tame a guy in Jaipur by the name Rishi Purohit. A very handsome guy who was not paying up the price this company wanted and it was now left to Shanti to fuck him and squeeze the balls to get the money. The secret was out that the upright Purchase officer had a weakness for women – pretty sexy women.

She flew down to Jaipur and visited his office posing as the Sr Manager for the Seller's company and of course did the right things in his cabin for him to ask – where she was staying and if her could treat her for a lunch that afternoon and the lunch went on well the Peerless hotel's Restaurant where he had ample time to appreciate the luscious cleavage and the smooth oily but sensuous skin of Shanti and also took liberty of brushing her backside couple of times while picking up food from the spread out in the Buffet.

She looked at him sternly to make him squeal a sorry. After lunch – she excused herself to the room asking him to wait for him in the lobby and deliberately left the purse next to him with the key card showing on the outside lapel of the purse. On her way to the room – she picked up another key card and asked the lobby assistant not to disable the other one because she will be needing two – the guy did not ask her questions because she had pushed her boobs tightly on the granite platform squeezing the cleavage into his face and gave in to her request.

She went straight into the bathroom and took a long bath and came out after 25 minutes – all timed. And she found him as expected sitting on the bed waiting for her. She was in the bath towel tied around her head with a bath coat around her sexy body. "Ohshhhhhh sorry, was I late, sorry Rishih it was just that I wanted to cool off- Jaipur is a very hot place " saying so she let the head towel slip off releasing the hair and letting it down, she looked desirable and devourer. Rishi was aching all over – he wanted the pussy and slowly moved to the middle of the bed.

"Why are you not listening to us and giving us the price we want" the slut chewed the lower lip and slowly started to untie the chord around the house coat. " We need your support" and slowly went near him and stood in front of him and ran her sexy fingers down his forehead to his nose and left them lingering around his mouth and moaned, " You should help us you know. We are here to help you" and quietly sauntered around his legs and sat plum on the two legs with her thighs parted and crotch pressing into his cock through his pants and took his face into her hands and planted a long luxurious kiss and tongued his mouth only to deposit a whole wad of her saliva on his tongue.

Suddenly she released her body from him and fell on the nice foamy bed and let the housecoat loose to let him look at her nice naked dusky body. The shower had left lot of drops on her excellent body and she had not wiped her self thoroughly and the glimmer only accentuated the sexiness of the temptress.

He rose and slowly reached her side and unzipped his trousers and let the boxers fall on the floor. The room was pungent with the aroma of his musky and slightly dirty cock – Shanti looked at him and took a deep breath and let her nostrils flare as if she was taking in the aroma like as if it was some incense stick fragrance and extended her arms near to the rod only to leave it there and not touch it, " So – you will do the needful" she lusted at his cock and looked into his eyes.

Rishi took out his hand held and typed," Release the order to the Steel company at their quoted price." and showed it to her. She took the mobile and rubbed it on her boobs and took it between her legs and let the edge rub on the clit and sink into the outer lips of her pussy and slowly withdrew it carrying a thread of her pussy juice and gave it back to him only to see him licking the juice slowly off his own mobile.

The game began and Rishi put his hand on her knee, just below the hem of her house coat. She felt the warmth of him flow into her flesh. "Shanti darling, you trying to build up my self-confidence?" she asked slowly. Her eyes moved up and down his body. She saw the shape of a hard cock at his crotch, protruding a good eight inches down his left leg. He guided her hand onto his cock.

"You're serious," she whispered.

He nodded.

"I hope you're in good shape," Shanti said, squeezing hard at his cock- bulge. "I may be more than you can handle."

Rishi took her mind off her problems quickly. As soon as her tits were bare, he started to suck them. He sucked voraciously, slobbering while he fed the big soft tits in and out of his mouth.

Shanti swayed while he mouthed her tits. She stroked his head, urging him to get nastier. She guided his hand down into her crotch and showed him what she meant.

His fingers slipped inside her skimpy panties and she purred as he touched her pussy-crack. It was wet and slippery, her clit erect and yearning. His fingers were a little rough, but Shanti didn't mind a bit. She squeezed her thighs together on his hand and rocked back and forth, masturbating herself on his eager, excited fingers.

"Yes," she said. "Oh yes, yesssss!"

He speared a finger into her cunt and she gasped aloud. She'd almost forgotten what the touch of a strange hand felt like on her cunt. He added another finger to the stirring, and he worked them in and out of Shanti, making her cunt drool.

Rishi pulled down her panties, and she wiggled her feet out of them. He leaned back, looking up at her with eyes full of lust and admiration.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he said. "A man would have to be crazy ..."

He stood up, and she let her hands move up and down his body. She opened his shirt, leaning in to bury her lips in the hairs on his chest. She'd never really cared for a hairy chest before, but it was totally exciting now, nuzzling him, tasting the flavor of his flesh, the sweat that was oozing from his pores.

She licked his nipples the way he'd licked hers, and she felt them harden against her tongue. Her body kept brushing his, and she shivered at the sensation of his hard cock touching her. Easing down onto her knees, she opened his pants and yanked them down, his trousers and shorts coming down together.

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His cock sprang out and slapped her lustfully, in the face. It was a really big prick. Shanti took it in both hands and began to stroke up and down the length of his cock, purring with anticipation.

He was uncut, and she played with the foreskin, sliding it back and forth over the purplish knob until his cock had grown so long and stiff and hard that the foreskin would no longer cover his bloated cock-head.

She kissed the tip of his cock suddenly, pressing her lips against the drooling piss-slit. She left smudges of lipstick on him, but they were hard to see with his knob so red and inflamed-looking. Shanti parted her lips slightly and rubbed him with the inner sides, humming as she began to mouth his cock.

He sank down onto the bed, his legs spread. She slid forward, still on her knees, her mouth glued to his prick. She was drooling a little now. Until Most men, Kamesh and later Shivu, she'd never enjoyed taking a man's cock in her mouth, but he'd gotten her addicted to the taste of prick, and now she thirsted for it.

Her mouth oval she then slid down over the end of Rishi's prick. She made a gasping sound as she took him inside her mouth, and her saliva flowed down the shaft while she sucked on his cock-knob.

"Mmmmmm!" she purred over and over, moving his cock in and out of her mouth in short, hungry gulps.

He sighed, letting her take control.

She pulled it from her mouth, licked him up and down. She moved down, lapping his balls as well. A hair stuck to her tongue and she scbangd it loose with her teeth, spitting it out and returning to his balls. Pushing them aside, she licked into the crack of his ass. Her hand was playing with his prick, and she felt it get even harder.

She tongued up the length of Rishi's cock, up to the bulbous cock-knob.

Shanti tongued him knowingly, spending a lot of time on the sensitive spot just below his bloated cock-head. She stroked his prick up and down while she licked it, and a little bubble of cum oozed from his slit tip. She caught it on her tongue and savored the milky taste.

"Your cum is delicious!" she whispered. "Are you going to fill my mouth up with it?"

"You bet your sweet ass I am," he said, putting a hand atop her head and urging her down upon his cock.

Shanti smiled and sucked it back inside. She couldn't throat-suck a cock, but she could do a damn good job, and she was determined to prove it. She gulped at his cock, pulling him deeper, massaging his hard meat with the wet warm muscles of her cheeks and jaws. Her tongue worked vigorously, and she moaned as she sucked. He was big, and hard, and his meat filled her mouth. She had never tasted anything so delicious in her life, and she had never needed to eat a cock as much as she needed it right now.

Shanti thirsted for his cum, and she sucked hard, urging it from his balls. Her hands were all over his body, and he was feeling her too, pinching at the stiff red points of her nipples, making her whine and squirm as she ate him.

"Oh, baby, you're gonna get it! Gonna get yourself a mouthful!" he moaned as he tweaked her nipples and pushed his prick into her mouth.

She sucked faster, drawing her mouth in around him, and she took his prick as deep as she could manage.

"Now, bitch, here it comes!" he gasped, and grabbed her head with both hands, holding her steady while he pumped his prick into her. She opened wide and sucked it in, and the spurting gush of his orgasm began. His jizz squirted down her throat. She guzzled greedily, hot for the slimy juice.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Shanti groaned, eating his load. She jerked on the shaft of his cock, milking the scummy spunk out of him and into her mouth. She couldn't taste it but it was thick and hot in her throat, and she gulped and moaned and sucked until he quit shooting.

Most men's cock usually got soft in her mouth after it had emptied its hot load, but Rishi's prick remained hard and firm across her tongue. Her blue eyes lit up with arousal, and she sucked him hard, making sure he stayed stiff.

"Now you have to fuck me," she said thinking wickedly of what effect this talk will have on Rahul, the day was not far and raising her face from his hard cock. "Now you have to fuck my ass off!"

He pulled her upward, his hands filling with her hot, sweat-damp tits. Shanti climbed atop him, grinding her excited body down upon his. Her mouth covered his. She sucked his tongue the way she'd sucked his cock, and beneath her body, she could feel his prick, as big, as hard, and as eager for her pussy as it had been for her mouth.

"You just passed one of the tests," she whispered. "I won't fuck a man who doesn't want to kiss me after I've sucked him off!"

He kissed her again spearing his tongue into her once more. "This should guarantee me a piece of ass, then," he said. His hands went down to cup the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed lewdly atop him, spreading her legs to enfold him. The swollen length of his prick rubbed through her dark-furred crotch, stimulating the already-dripping lips of her cunt.

"I wanna fuck you so bad I can taste it," Rishi said. "So why the hell don't you let me taste it, bitch?"

He pulled firmly on her ass cheeks, and Shanti squealed in glee, sliding forward. She rubbed her wet cunt across his chest, bringing it toward his waiting face. He opened her with his thumbs, thrust his mouth upward, and began to lick the splayed coral-pink trench of Shanti's aroused pussy.

She rode high and eager above him, squirming and squealing as his licking made her clit throb and twitch in response. He sucked at the hot bud, gnawing it gently with his teeth, sending white-hot jolts of sexual frenzy through the woman's body. The tips of his thumbs moved onto the super-sensitive slickness of her cunt-slit, and one of them entered her wet pussy. He thrust as he nibbled her clit, and she screamed in growing abandon.

"Oh, fuck me, you horny bastard! Eat me, and then fuck meeeeeee!"

He fucked his thumb in and out of her, still chewing and sucking and licking and kissing her clit. She came twice, drenching his face with her juices, and he kept on eating, lapping at her steaming pussy as if he were in a contest at some rural county fair.

Looking up at her, he said, "I guess you still feel like fucking, don't you, Shanti? I mean, I can call you Shanti, can't I?"

"You can call me a nasty fucking cunt, if you want to," she said, "just as long as you get that cock inside me!"

"Okay, nasty fucking cunt," he said. "Get your ass off my face and I'll give you what you seem to need."

Shanti couldn't remember ever being so excited about a sexual encounter.

She slid back down Rishi body.

"I'm fucking you, stud," she said, lifting herself above his stiff cock. She rubbed the tip through her dripping pussy. "It does feel nice and horny! Let's see how it feels inside!"

She eased the cock-knob into her hungry cunt and slid downward, swallowing him with her pussy even more ferociously than she'd gobbled with her mouth.

His body stiffened beneath her as she took his cock in her pussy. She strained downward, writhing above his groin. He put a hand on her tits, another on her ass, and he began to fuck hard, straight up into her cunt.

He stabbed hard, piercingly, filling Shanti's pussy again and again with the swollen meat of his cock. It was hard to believe she's sucked him to a blistering, gushing orgasm. He was stiff and eager, and she was easily as wet and eager to receive him. The knob of his cock fucked deep into her belly, stirring her cunt frantically.

Shanti swamped his cock with her steamy cunt, riding down to gulp him home time after time. She rocked as she fucked him, and she clutched at her tits, moaning and shuddering and coming down the shaft of his prick.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Rishi gasped beneath her.

She could feel the mounting excitement throbbing through his cock-shaft. It matched the fiery arousal that bubbled inside her cunt. She met him stroke for stroke, grinding her cunt down onto his prick, eating it to the balls repeatedly.

She came twice more while she rode him.

She leaned forward, moving her tits across his chest. He caught them, squeezing the plush mounds, bringing them to his lips for more bites and sucks and kisses. She moaned, her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her hard, hot nipples.

"Drink me!" she moaned. "Oh, drink me!"

His cock swelled inside her cunt. It felt so fucking big she thought her pussy might rip open. But he didn't miss a stroke, and she didn't miss a stroke, either.

The fucking wasn't as fast, as jackhammer-like, as it had been at the start. They were down to the slow grinding phase now, but slow didn't mean dull. The head of Rishi's prick stabbed repeatedly into the lusting maw of Shanti Sridhar's pussy, and she chirped and moaned and whimpered, feeling yet another climax building inside her.

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She ground her hungry pussy against him, accentuating the pressure on her ready-to-bust clit.

"You son of a bitch!" she shrieked, rotating her pussy around his prick. "Oh, you're making me come!"

"Me too, cunt!" he cried, and his sudden thrust almost sent Shanti into orbit. He pushed his cock to the very bottom of her cunt, held it there for what seemed an eternity, and then she felt him explode.

His jizz blasted into her. He fucked her until his cock went dry. She collapsed on him, her body soaked with sweat, his hands sliding up and down her body until they settled on her quivering ass cheeks.

His chest hair was matted with sweat beneath her tingling nipples. She sighed, making her tits move through his moist fur, increasing the amount of stimulation that her rigid nipples already felt.

Rishi's jizz was oozing out of her pussy, and his cock, going soft, had just begun to slide out of her sticky-wet hole.

She sighed again, squeezing with her cunt muscles, but it was too late to trap him. His prick eased out, and after it dripped the driblets of spunk he had squirted up Shanti's hole.

She knew the day was going to be long with him- and started looking forward to the evening.

She would enjoy this bastard.

This was going to be a prelude – a trailer as she had already started scheming a plan to seduce Rahul.

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Shanti as Concubine Ch. 05

Ratan had a problem on hand and it had to do with a rival in his business line who was giving him enormous trouble financially and business wise – his name was Lokesh, a young man in the aluminum pipe business who had come up through honesty and non-corrupt ways to earn a good name – and that had taken the sheen off many of the existing players including Ratan whose entire world operated on pay offs and corrupt methods.

Just when all paths looked closed in finding weaknesses to plot trouble with Lokesh- Ratan came to know – women was his weakness which nobody knew – he was scared of approaching them though he needed unbridled un-inhibited bout of sex – since his own wife was not giving the carnal pleasures he actually desired and this was not to known many – that in private he had confided to a few of a want to fuck a protection free un-hassled 'family' woman.

He was long waiting for such an opportunity. Well this was enough – Ratan did the rest and the story unfolded. There were such huge weaknesses which when tapped led to empires crumble and men destroyed – and Ratan knew how to destroy Lokesh. He had the weapon with him – his concubine and pleasure in bed – one and only – the "Tamil Slut Iyer Shanti" wife of one Mr. Sridhar. Well – Shanti Sridhar – the voluptuous seductive sensuous slut.

Lokesh could not keep his eyes off her and she was not the type of girl that would attract whistles and catcalls, but there was something strange or exotic about her that just captured his attention. She was tall and slim and extremely attractive and her dark-brown hair eloquently cascaded down to her shoulders.

Her dark eyes and bright smile melted his insides, making Lokesh think of when he had met her briefly once before at a Varalakshmi festival day in the evening when he had gone to pick up his wife in the gathering at his sister-in-law's house.

And there is where, when Shanti was introduced to him, he found himself gazing into her dark eyes and mesmerized by her soft gentle voice and extremely sensuous face – silky and sweaty moist but no exposure, she was smooth as smooth can be and his dirty mind told him – she must be the same smooth between her legs and in and around both the orifices- how much he would love to suck and lick her ass- she was so sexy that he wanted her holes in his mouth.

Hence, it was hard not to flirt with her, but he had to keep his distance because both Shanti and he we were married. Lokesh managed to avoid her for the rest of the evening and stay out of trouble.

It was now a month later and Lokesh found himself staring at Shanti.

It was his sister-in-law who brought them together again. Chandrika unknown to Lokesh was another armor in the harem Ratan developed over a period and she was Ratan's very close confidante.

His sister-in-law Chandrika just got married and they were at the reception. Ratan was also there but did not reveal himself to Lokesh – he was incognito present on the ground attending the marriage – the groom Harish was a close relative of one of his friends and they met at his place a few years ago and slowly started to like each other.

Both Lokesh and his wife were in the wedding and Shanti's husband Sridhar was also in the wedding. Lokesh was sitting at the head table next to grooms' men that he didn't know, including Shanti's husband. His wife sat at the opposite side of the head table and Shanti sat away from her husband at a table with some friends of the groom. During dinner Lokesh was bored with nothing better to do then stare at Shanti. He observed her free-spirited and cheerful personality and became more enthralled with her. She was wearing a silk saree dress that clung nicely to her body and enhanced her slender figure.

The neckline was low enough off to grab his attention and stir his imagination. He was sure that she had no bra on or one which was too thin to conceal the boob spread and her tits were firm and just the right size that she could get away without a bra and not look like a slut. Anytime she glanced towards Lokesh, he quickly diverted his eyes so as not to be caught staring. Lokesh was attracted to her and felt guilty about it but he reasoned that there was nothing wrong with a married man looking but not touching.

Finally the reception picked up a bit and the dancing started and about mid-way through the night one of the bride's maids was complaining about her feet hurting and how she wished she brought her other pair of slippers and dress from the hotel room, fortunately for her the reception was right next to the hotel and being the gentleman that Lokesh was, he offered to get the shoes and the bag of dress for her.

She gave him the room key and off he went.

Lokesh entered the hotel room and began searching for the shoes and the dress bag, which was no easy task in the messy room.

About two minutes after he entered the room he heard the electronic lock on the door beep and he turned around startled to see Shanti walking through the door. Lokesh was about to explain his reason for being in the room but she spoke first.

"Oh, hi Lokesh, out there at the function one of the ladies said you might be here. Did you find the shoes?"

"Ah..no I'm still looking. Did you come to help?"

Shanti moved over to the bed a plopped down. Exhausted she looked up at Lokesh, "No. I just came to relax. It's been a long day. My back is killing me."

Lokesh glanced at her tits and immediately confirmed that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were pointing through the soft fabric of the dress which caused Lokesh's cock to stir in his pants. Shanti innocently looked at Lokesh and asked if he wouldn't mind rubbing her shoulders and back. She motioned for him to sit behind her on the bed.

It all seemed so innocent and Lokesh did not see any harm in a little back massage so he moved onto the bed and sat behind her.

Shanti was sitting upright on the edge of the bed in between his legs. Lokesh started rubbing her shoulders and it did not take much for the sari 'pallu' on her dress to fall off her shoulders causing the top of her sari to fall down slightly. Shanti did not seem to care about the fact that her dark brown breasts were in plain view of Lokesh through the transparent blouse.

This is too good to be true he thought.

Shanti closed her eyes and moaned at the deep massage that he was giving, this was the first time since Lokesh was married that his hands caressed another women in an intimate way and her perfume was sweet and intoxicating and her moans were almost erotic, it did not help that this was the woman whom Lokesh was mesmerized with all evening. The combination of all these emotions and thoughts were too much for Lokesh as his cock swelled and hardened in his cotton pants.

Shanti wiggled slightly and snuggled up to his crotch. "Mmmm. That feels good," she moaned quietly.

Lokesh could not tell if she was referring to his massage or to his cock pressing into her back. He just kept quiet and kept massaging her. Lokesh moved his hands down each of her arms and then down the sides of her back. He couldn't believe how hard his cock was. There was no denying that she could feel its hardness pressed firm against her back. As his hands moved down to her hips she grabbed them and moved them around to the front of her stomach.

Lokesh's arms were now wrapped around her with his hands resting on her stomach. Her hands pressed firmly on top of Lokesh's hands, holding them in place. She leaned back into him, the full weight of her body felt wonderful against his swollen cock.

"Lokesh, can I ask you a question," she inquired looking upward toward him with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure."

"Do you like me?"

Her question caught him off guard. Lokesh stumbled with the reply, "I...uh...I...well yes. Of course I like you. Why wouldn't I like you?"

"You know what I mean. Are you attracted to me?" Lokesh's heart pounded in his chest as she continued.

"I saw the way you were staring at me all night. You can't deny that you are attracted to me and you certainly can't deny that you're excited about having me in your arms right now, putting your mouth on anus and pussy, would you like to snake out dirt of my anal passage, it is completely shaven." She was speaking the language which made his cock turgid and about to burst. He was in an unbelievable world. This was fantasy turning out to be a reality.

The woman – beautiful vivacious and extremely talented in sexual exploits was turning him upside down. He was completely ensnared. She achieved her objective and Ratan was nearing his goal – this entire episode was getting recorded live – and would make Lokesh a toy in the hands of the 'boy' Ratan.

Shanti wiggled against his cock, reinforcing her evidence against him and she had certainly pegged Lokesh and he did not know how to get out of this situation. Words just fell out of his mouth. "Ahh... well Shanti... I'm married."

"I know you're married silly. I'm married also. It's just nice to be admired by a younger guy. It makes me feel good. I just want to hear you admit that you're attracted to me. There's nothing wrong with that is there? I mean your cock is certainly telling me that." She touched him there and it sent electrifying signals.

Lokesh couldn't help but shiver and shake at Shanti's remark. She certainly knew how to diffuse a tense situation and put him at ease and get him to open up. "Okay you're right I am attracted to you. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you all night."

"Why? I want to hear why you find me attractive."

The pressure of Shanti's delicate body against his cock felt incredible. The scent of her perfume was so feminine and erotic. Lokesh was certain that she felt his cock twitch in his pants. Trying to avoid an awkward situation, he gave her a general reply, "Well you're tall and beautiful and you seem so free-spirited."

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Shanti coaxed him on in a slow quiet voice, "Come-on Lokesh, tell me more. Don't be shy. Do you like my tits? Do you want to see my pussy, anal passage navel dip and the ring around it? Talk dirty to me. I just love to hear dirty talk."

Her soft voice and dirty talk were so erotic. Maybe it was the drinks that he had earlier or maybe it was the erotic atmosphere, but Lokesh went along with her game. He figured a little dirty talk wouldn't hurt. He whispered into her ear. "Mmmmm. Your tits are real nice. I'd love to touch and caress them. I'd love to lick and suck your nipples and make you scream with pleasure...will be a dream come true to suck your pussy and ass hole"

Shanti was getting turned on from the dirty talk. The top of her sari had completely fallen away and she removed her blouse from her tits and Lokesh could see that her nipples were full and erect. He couldn't believe that the woman he was lusting over earlier was sitting between his legs half naked. Shanti grabbed his hands and pressed them against her naked tits and moaned "oooh...Lokesh.. tell me more."

By now Lokesh was so excited and so caught up in the moment that he did not think much about where she put his hands. He continued his dirty talk. "My cock is so hard just thinking about you. I want to fuck you real bad. I want to lick your pussy and taste your juices. I want to fuck you so hard."

Shanti began to massage her tits with his hands. His fingers instinctively pinched her nipples as she rubbed his hands over her tits. Lokesh began to lightly buck his hips and thrust his cock against her back. If he hadn't been wearing black tuxedo pants, a large wet spot from his pre-cum would have been evident. For a few minutes all that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing and the sound of the bed creaking as Lokesh dry humped her back and played with her tits. Finally Shanti had the will power to interrupt the passionate moment.

"Mmmm. Let's not get carried away Lokesh. We are married you know."

Lokesh was thankful for her will power. "Yes. I'm sorry. I guess I better find those shoes and get out of here."

Shanti was amused at his response. Little did he know that she was just starting to toy with him and this was all a game to her as she enjoyed the fun of seduction.

Shanti was like the vulture in the game of sex and erotic pleasure giving field, she would slowly and surely she would tease and tempt her victims.

She loved to bring them to the edge of infidelity and then back off to get them to look at her more viciously and with added vigor to have her in their arms and fuck her in all possible places and positions.

She took great pleasure in watching her victims' expressions, despair and state of unforgiving lust for her and body language as they struggled with how far they should go which in this case to get her was limitless and it was a thrill for her to see how her body and seductive voice could hypnotize a man and control his desires.

She had fantasized about nights like these over and over again. Just like in her fantasies, her pussy was already dripping with excitement. It was time for her to pull Lokesh back into her game.

"Do me a big favor Lokesh and I'll help you find the shoes. My feet are killing me. You did such a great job with my back massage. Could you please rub my feet?"

Lokesh's mind melted at her compliment and he jumped at the chance to spend more time with her.

"Certainly Shanti nothing wrong with a little foot massage is there?" Lokesh said these words but deep down he knew he was heading for temptation trouble.

His desires were strong and were clouding his reasoning. Lokesh got off the bed, kneeled in front of Shanti and took her stocking covered foot in his hand. As he massaged her foot, she leaned back and put her hands on the bed behind her and closed her eyes.

Her legs parted slightly providing him with a full view of her white panties. The smell of her arousal wafted out from underneath her petticoat and made his mouth water. He could sense the smell invigorating mixed with the Vaseline smell on her waxed feet and legs and most likely inner thighs pussy and the crevice joining the back and the asshole to the pussy – the smell was a mixture of raw sweat soiled skin and all the paint of the mesmerizing lotions on the skin.

Her panties were semi-transparent from the wetness of her pussy as Lokesh could see that she was hairless, completely shaven and he had never been with a shaved woman and this was fantasy come true for him before and the thought sent a shiver through his body and into his cock. He had the sudden urge to taste her pussy but knew that he shouldn't go there.

Shanti noticed the look of contemplation on his face and smiled to herself.. "Do you want to see my pussy Lokesh? Go ahead, take my panties off. I will spred my pussy lips for you to identify the clit and lick at it – will you do it? "

"No. I better not Shanti," he said in an unconvincing voice that was all too familiar to Shanti..

"Oh come on Lokesh. You can look. You've been dreaming of this for long right –you need an extramarital affair – you are not getting it from Mrs. Lokesh and I can give you which she will never give you – that is a promise?" Shanti pulled her foot away from him, reached under her dress and pulled her panties off.

He stared at her completely stupefied and astonished – he knew something was amiss as he also could make out that she was capturing him piece by piece.

Then she resumed her previous position and pressed her foot into his cock and, in a sweet firm voice, told him to continue with her foot massage, before Lokesh could grab her foot, she wiggled it against his pants and moved it up and down the length of his cock a few times, he kneeled in front of her motionless and accepted her pleasure and the throbbing in his cock was slowing his thought process.

A small voice in his head told him that this was wrong and he should leave but his selfish needs drowned out the voice as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure with her foot job was causing pre-cum to seep all over the insides of his pants as the slick wetness felt good against his cock.

Shanti's foot was bringing him to the brink of orgasm and he was bracing himself for an explosive orgasm but she suddenly stopped pressing his cock and she moved her foot up to his face. Lokesh opened his eyes to see Shanti grinning at him.

"How about finishing my massage honey," Shanti said with a little giggle.

Lokesh felt a little frustrated and humiliated at her actions.

Teasing him to the brink of orgasm with her foot was cruel and her tone was a bit commanding and condescending as if he was her little massage boy. Lokesh thought he should say something but he kept quiet as he stared at the petite foot dangling in front of him and realized that he didn't really mind how she was treating him, he was so infatuated with her and he was so horny that he would do anything to get a glimpse of her hot pussy.

Lokesh took her foot and resumed his massage as her legs parted again and all Lokesh could do was stare at her puffy pink pussy and her lips were fully engorged and wet. Lokesh thought he was going to cum just from staring at it.

"Do you want to taste my pussy?" She said in a sultry voice.

Lokesh whispered no, but his body language said yes.

Shanti stood up, her petticoat fell to the floor leaving her in nothing but stockings.

Her clean-shaven pussy was inches from his face. as Lokesh's mouth was watering at the sight and smell. He wanted to dive in and lick her pussy like a crazed dog, but he knew it was wrong. He finally mustered up enough will power to stand up and say, "Shanti I can't do this..."

Shanti was quick to interrupt.. "Shhh. I don't want you to lick my pussy silly. Just smell my panties."

She walked behind him and reached around his head and pressed the crotch of her panties against his nose and mouth, she was an experienced slut who had fucked so many men that the men would remember her –she will find it difficult to recognize some of them and so she knew that this was what most men secretly desired, but would never do and her pussy quivered knowing that Lokesh was inhaling her randy sex scent and she knew that he would savor this moment and fantasize and masturbate about it over and over again.

Her panties were saturated and her moist juices rubbed off on his face.

He inhaled her wonderful scent as if it were a drug while his cock twitched as the smell of her sex absorbed into his mind and fantasies.

Shanti's lips were next to his ear, almost touching his skin as she whispered in a deep sultry voice, "mmmm. That's right honey. Take a deep breath. Smell my pussy. Take a deep breath. You love my naughty scent don't you..." She pressed the panties tighter against his face, almost suffocating him. Each breath he took was pure pleasure and Shanti's other hand slid down to Lokesh's cock and groped it through his pants, he was so caught up in the excitement that he did not concern himself with the fact that she was unzipping his pants. "...lick my panties Lokesh... Taste my pussy..." her soft sultry voice was hypnotic and her hand stroking his cock was weakening him and making him slavish to the enormous slut in front of him.

Lokesh opened his mouth and slid his tongue up and down the crotch of her panties. The taste of another women's pussy other than his wife drove him wild.

By now Lokesh's pants and underwear had fallen to the floor.

Shanti continued toying with him. "You've seen my goods, now let me see yours what you have," she whispered.

Shanti unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off and now they were both naked and gazing into each other's eyes. Their lips met and shared an intimate kiss. It felt wrong to Lokesh, but at the same time it felt so good, his dream was coming true fucking another man's wife, another's woman.

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Their kiss soon turned into a wild passionate moment as their lips pressed tighter together, their tongues rubbed faster and harder and their breathing became erratic both bodies bumped and rubbed together sending them into a sexual frenzy, when they finally stopped, Shanti forcefully pushed Lokesh back onto the bed and smiled.

"I have an idea that will keep us out of trouble," she said as if they had not already gone too far.

She reached down and picked up her dress and slid it back over her head. Then she crawled on top of Lokesh's naked body and began to hump him through her dress.

The material of the dress was so thin and soft that it felt good against his cock. She could feel his hardness against her pussy as she thrust her hips back and forth after a few minutes of this teasing she sat upright on top of Lokesh causing his cock to press flat against his stomach.

Since she was straddling his waist, her dress had parted and her bare pussy was resting on top of the side of his cock.

Lokesh almost exploded from the soft hot flesh that pressed against his swollen cock.

Shanti rested the full weight of her body on his cock for a moment, enjoying the solid mass between her legs. She knew that Lokesh was now drawn too far into her game.

There was no turning back now. It was time for her to go in for the victory.

She began to slide her pussy up and down the length of his cock.

She was basically stroking his cock with her pussy lips as her juices coated and lubricated Lokesh's cock with each long and slow stroke, deep erotic moans escaped her mouth as she pressed harder against his cock and the feeling was incredible and Lokesh could feel an orgasm rising within his cock soon she was sliding her pussy all the way up to the tip of his cock and then back down the side each time she started to slide back down, the tip of his cock would push into her pussy slightly and then bounce out and she would slide her pussy back down the side of his shaft eventually nature took its course and Lokesh's cock did not pop out instead it pushed deep into her wet hole and they both screamed with delight by then they both had reached the point of no return her pussy gripped Lokesh's cock and it swelled at the warm tightness.

Lokesh was amazed at how he could feel her pussy muscles contracting and pulling his cock while she bounced up and down. The pleasure was too much for him to control and he exploded sending squirts of hot cum into her pulsing pussy.

Shanti kept bouncing on top of him, milking every bit of cum out of his cock, multiple orgasms shot through her body as his cock stretched her pussy to its limits.

Out of breath, Shanti collapsed on top of Lokesh with his cock still in her pussy as he enjoyed her warmth as his cock shrank back to its normal size. Before any guilt could set in, Shanti got up and told Lokesh to get the shower started and she would join him in a minute. Lokesh was a little confused and worried at her suggestion. "Shanti, I feel guilty enough that we had sex. I don't think we should push it by taking a shower together. Besides, I really have to get back to the reception before people starting wondering what happened to me."

Lokesh started to collect his clothing when Shanti stopped him and pulled him into the bathroom. She turned on the water as she explained. "We just had sex. You don't want your wife to start wondering why you smell like perfume and a wet pussy do you? You need to take a shower and we both need to get back to the reception so we better take a shower together to save time."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shanti as Concubine Ch. 06

Shanti opened the shower curtain and gestured for Lokesh to step in and for him this time, her argument made sense.

She knew how to turn things to her advantage as Lokesh stepped into the shower and she followed. Shanti secretly smiled, knowing that once he was in the shower, he had once again become trapped in her web of seduction, the shower curtain fell shut, sealing in Lokesh's fate for the next few minutes. There was no escape for Lokesh's erotic needs and wants. Lokesh wondered how he had gone so far astray. He considered himself faithful to his wife and a strong willed man though he had strong desires for a lurid secret extramarital liaison but not so soon, he was still and yet contemplating and it had happened so quick, this temptress had somehow seduced him and pulled him across the line of morality and decency.

Lokesh's thoughts vanished when he looked at Shanti. He couldn't help but admire her body under the running water. Her breasts were firm, her waist was slim and her legs were long and slender. Soon his cock was growing hard again. It was then that he realized how weak and pathetic he was. Shanti had tantalized him over and over again. Like a fish he instinctively went for the bait every time.

Shanti's soapy hands grasped his growing cock and massaged it to its full hardness.

Lokesh's insides turned to putty in her hands. He leaned against her warm body and cupped her ass. It was not long before they were both panting and kissing Shanti guided Lokesh's cock into her hole. He shuddered at the warm tightness around his cock and then she surprised him by grabbing onto his shoulders, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist as they laughed as they nearly fell over. Lokesh was able to grab her ass with his hands and stabilize himself and then he was now supporting the full weight of Shanti's body and his cock was pushed deep into her pussy.

Shanti hugged him tightly and kissed him deeply.

It was an awkward position but very erotic. as Lokesh began to bounce Shanti up and down on his cock, the pleasure was intense for Shanti and she climaxed quickly as Lokesh continued to bounce her, trying to squeeze out his own pleasure, his legs were starting to get tired and he didn't know how long he could hold her and he was about to give up when suddenly an orgasm came out of nowhere.

He could feel Shanti's body spasm into another orgasm as he bucked and held her tightly as he filled her with his warm cum as soon as he finished he released her and regained the strength in his legs,

Shanti and Lokesh finished the shower together and let the water and soap wash away the evidence while they shared one final intimate kiss and then started to dress.

Shanti rather quickly pointed out the shoes that Lokesh had been looking for when he originally entered the room. He picked them up and left the room just as Shanti began to dry her hair.

Lokesh walked into the reception, which was a frenzy of drunk dancing and shouting. He pulled Meghna from the dance floor and handed her the shoes. Her feet were extremely grateful to slide into the comfort of her everyday shoes. Next he walked around and scanned the crowd looking for his wife. He found it ironic when his eyes discovered Shanti's husband, Sridhar talking to his wife.

The DJ switched from fast to slow music as Lokesh made his way over to his wife and Sridhar.

When he approached them, Sridhar looked up with a strange smirk. Lokesh couldn't explain it, but it was as if Shanti's husband knew what had just happened between Shanti and him.

Shanti was the first to speak. "Hey Lokesh. I was just going to ask your wife to dance with me. You don't mind do you," he said as he pulled her towards the floor.

Feeling a little guilty about what had just happened in the hotel room, Lokesh had no objections. "Not at all. Have a blast."

Sridhar pointed behind Lokesh and said, "Here's comes Shanti." He raised his voice and shouted, "Shanti, honey. Come dance with Lokesh."

Shanti was all smiles as she grabbed Lokesh's hand and pulled him toward the dance floor. Her make-up was touched up perfectly and she smelled of fresh perfume. Lokesh nervously looked over at his wife dancing and noticed something a bit odd. Just like Shanti, compared to everyone else in the room, her hair and make-up seemed a little too perfect. It did not look like she had danced and drank all night. As Shanti pulled Lokesh closer he could not help but wonder if he had not been the only one seduced that night.

The next thing was already framing inher mind and in the evening while at the fucntion, Shanti wasted no time with Lokesh.

She wore a dress today, a patterned, close-fitting garment that clung to her contours. It was buttoned down the front and had a low, scooped neck. She stepped into the house, kicked off her heeled shoes dumped her bag and, before he realized what was happening, was standing before him, slipping her arms around his neck, lifting her face to his. L

Lokesh's cock throbbed erect and he gripped her hips and pulled her body to his, his pulse racing, his flesh hot and feverish with lust.

"You want me, don't you?" she murmured, and her breath was warm on his face.

He nodded, sinking into the deep brown pools of her *kajal*-rimmed eyes that glittered with a strange flame.

"Then take me, Lokesh," she whispered. "Fuck me. Show me what you've learned, what you know."

She pulled his head down to hers and her lips flowered under his lips and her tongue snaked out to his mouth. He stilled himself and when he let his lips part, her tongue darted into his mouth quick as an eel, flicking sexily against his. She held the kiss, sucking his lower lip, drawing his tongue into her mouth and her hands slid slowly down his body, undoing his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, pulling it wide and her fingers touched his naked flesh and caressed the hard, clean contours of his torso.

"Take off my dress," she murmured, her tongue swirling through his ear. "I'm naked under it."

Fumbling, Lokesh popped the large buttons down the front of her dress and pulled it wide off her shoulders. It rustled to her feet and she stepped into his arms naked and slender and sensuous, her golden skin glowing, her face soft and radiant with pleasure. Taking his hands, she put them on her breasts.

"Squeeze them," she murmured. "Yes ... that's it ... see how my tits get hard and bigger ... yes ... now pinch my nipples ... oh that's good ..."

She looked lovely, her hair curled in a short, flouncing club behind her head, the gold chain twinkling around her neck. She took his hand and put it in her crotch and he groaned at the touch of her soft, downy pubic fuzz against his fingers and he felt the first sticky wetness seeping from the tender lips of her slit.

"I'm hot," she moaned. "I'm hot and wet for you, Lokesh ... I want your cock in my slit ... and your tongue ... you will fuck me, won't you?"

He nodded dumbly. Her fingers slid down his body and she undid his jeans, pulled down the fly and he gasped as her fingers curled around his cock. She jerked his penis tenderly.

"You're beautiful," she murmured. "You've got a beautiful body and a beautiful cock. I want it." He groaned, and his penis throbbed and quivered as she pumped it gently, raking her fingernails up and down the long shaft.

She kissed him again and when she broke the kiss, drowning in her warm brown eyes, he gasped, "You. Was it really you?"

"Of course," she murmured, kissing him again, sliding her tongue along his lips, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Of course it was."

Quick as a snake, then, she went down on her knees before him. Lokesh looked down, incredulous, thinking it's happening it's happening! Shanti's lips parted and her tongue swirled out and over his thick cock-head.

"OHHHHH uhh yes!" he gasped sharply, his belly snapping inward in shock.

Instantly, her lips slipped around his cock-head and she took his cock deep in her mouth and began sucking it with a steadily intensifying pressure, using her tongue cunningly on his bulging, swollen cock-head. Lokesh gasped and moaned and instinct took over and he began fucking her mouth, jerking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat and sucked his penis hungrily, her fingers and thumbs encircling his shaft.

"Ohhhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes!" he gasped.

Lokesh moaned, his head bent, watching incredulously, scarcely believing that it was happening. His body burned with lust and exhilaration and his balls and cock throbbed with an excitement he'd never known. His pulse raced and there was a pounding in his head. He moaned and panted, his chest heaving and thought, she's sucking it, sucking it just like she was on screen and now there's no difference, none at all, he's doing it, he's with her, he can touch and feel and oh god yes, he can, he can enter her and take her and have her and, oh lord yes, oh yes, and fuck her. His cock spurted pre-cum gunk and she groaned, opening her mouth wide and jerking his cock over her lips so he could see his jizz spurting into her mouth. She took his cock in her mouth again. He was about to come when she stopped and leaned back. She got to her feet and kissed him again while her cunt writhed against his crotch. Her cunt was wetter now.

"Fuck me," she said softly. "Shove your cock into my slit, Lokesh. Come on."

They went to the bedroom at the function hall at Wedding premise booked for guests and not meant for such misuse and stumbled into bed. She went down on her back, kissing him hungrily and drew his body over hers spreading her legs wide, bending her knees. The callow young married fumbled in her crotch.

"Gently," she murmured and, taking his cock in her hand, guided it to her cunt. "There," she said. "Can you feel my cunt's heat now on your prick? Can you feel how wet it is? Come on, Lokesh ...shove your cock into my slit!"

The young married gasped and lurched into her. Shanti moaned, arching her body under his. Her cunt rose to meet his and he gasped at its heat and tightness, at its fierce convulsions on his cock. His loins bubbled, the heat was unbearable.

"Don't!" she hissed sharply. "Don't come! Not yet! Not so soon! You must fuck me slowly ... for a long time ... think, Lokesh!Think! Remember the porn you watch the videos! Fuck me like that porn hero does, one of them! Remember how he did it?"

How could he forget? Each image was seared into memory. He gasped, panting like an animal and forced his body to stillness.

"That's it," she murmured, smiling wantonly, her eyes dancing. "That's it. You can control your body, Lokesh, but only with your mind. Never forget that. Control is everything and to have control you must concentrate, you must focus. If your mind loses control, your body will lose control. Understand?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He gasped, biting his lower lip, and nodded. She smiled and drew his head down to hers, kissed him. Her breasts were hot and heavy under his chest and her rigid nipples scbangd his hard chest. The gold necklace glittered on her golden skin. He stared at her drowning in the warmth offer eyes. She arched lazily and her hips began to writhe under his, churning her cunt with his cock. It felt wonderful. She whimpered softly, caressing his body, stroking his powerful back and shoulders, clenching his buttocks, pulling him deep inside her.

"Mm ... that's so good, Lokesh ... your cock is pressing on my clitoris ... that feels lovely ... c'mon ... suck my tits!" She arched and squeezed her breasts in her hands, lifting them to his face.

"Yes ... suck harder ... oh ma yes ... that's it! Bite my nipples uhhh ahhh yes oh god you're good, Lokesh, you're so good!"

She guided the young married, murmuring her instructions and gasping in pleasure as he obeyed. He was very good. His cock was big and hard and thick and, in this, unlike his studies, his will was strong and his mind was firm. He was uneducated, but that problem she could meet.

Now, bent over her, his rhythm steadied gradually, evened out.

It was like learning to ride a bicycle, Shanti thought, once you got the hang of it you could spin away on your own.

Lokesh's mind soared. He arched his head and moved rhythmically over her, flexing and un-flexing his buttocks alternately, swinging his hips up and down, up and down in a ceaseless, effortless stroke. He felt powerful and strong. He was fit and healthy and his body obeyed his mind. He focused on what he was doing, as she told him to do concentrate on fucking her rather than the clamor in his gonads, which he forced into the background. It worked. She wasn't faking anything, and he knew that with certainty. She really liked what he was doing to her.

"Yes ... oh god yes! Ohhh uhhh yes, Lokesh, yes! C'mon ... faster... uhhh yes ... harder ... oh ma uhhh yes ... keep going ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon Lokesh ... yes ... do it ... fuck me uhhh oh ma uhhhh yes ... c'mon baby ... shove it in ... yes! That's it! Shove it right in, lover! Oh god oh god oh god yes!"

He moved faster and faster and her body rocked and jerked under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt.

"Lokesh ... c'mon ... say something! Talk! Use those lovely dirty words you know! Let me hear you, Lokesh!"

He gasped. "Yes ... oh uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon ... whore!"

"Yes!" she cried. "Say it again!"

"Whore! Cunt! Take it! Take it, slut! Take my cock you fucking bitch!"

"OHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes Oh ma uhhhh yes! Oh god yes!" she cried.

The bed rocked and bounced as he fucked her, pounding furiously in and out of her cunt now, his hips bobbing and bouncing in frenzy over her thighs. She gasped and cried out, her head jerking from side to side, her body whipping and tossing frantically on the bed, her hips bucking and heaving under his, her cunt spasm and contract feverishly on his piston penis.

Suddenly, she stopped him, gasping and panting, her chest heaving. "Not so fast!" she hissed. "Not so fast, not yet! C'mon ... lick my slit! Tongue-fuck me!"

Lokesh moaned and thrust his cock into her feverishly a few times before he obeyed. He slid out of her and began to slide down her body.

"Not like that," she snapped. "Slowly ... lick my tits ... suck them ... then go down slowly ... then tongue-fuck me."

Lokesh squeezed one breast and took it in his mouth. She groaned, arching. Her nipple quivered under his tongue. He whipped it rapidly.

"Ohhh uhh yes! That's it!" she gasped, squeezing her other breast in frenzy as flames of lust leaped through her body. "Oh yes!"

He moved to the other breast, sucked it sharply, nibble her nipple. Instinct guided him and he slid his hand into her crotch and arched a finger into her slit. She gasped in surprised delight. Her hips bucked under his hand. He began masturbating her slowly, twisting his finger in her cunt, pressing his knuckle to her gorged clitoris. Slowly, he rocked his hand back and forth, running his finger in and out of her cunt, which convulsed in a hot, wet frenzy on his finger. Squeezing her breasts together, he sucked and nibbled both nipples simultaneously.

Shanti's body writhed and twisted on the bed, her head jerked to one side, her chest heaving, her hips bucking, her face twisted in lust, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth torn open. Her cries rang in his ears, arousing him further. Slowly, he released her breasts and slid downward, dragging his tongue over her slender, gorgeous body, lapping at the dewdrops of sweat that beaded her belly going lower, swirling his tongue through her navel, descending further. Her legs forked apart and she clawed her cunt-lips open for him.

Lokesh stared in fascination at her lovely, wet, soft cunt. The long stem of her stiff clitoris quivered. He pulled her cunt-lips open and, opening his mouth, thrust his tongue into the moist cavern. The effect was astonishing.

"Oh mauh ahuh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Shanti gasped, her body arching steeply, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and crushing them erotically, her head arched back, her long neck craned. "OHHHHHH uhh yes oh god yes!"

Her juices were tangy to the taste and he lapped them gently then flipped his tongue at her clitoris. She gasped again, hissing in delight and her hands twined in his hair and she moved his head round and round in her crotch to suit her pleasure. Lokesh pushed his face deeper into her crotch and probed her crevice with his tongue.

"Ohh uhh oh fuck yes!" Shanti called. "Oh ma uhh ahhh yes oh god yes, Lokesh, yes oh yes there! That's it oh yes! That's it baby... yes ... tongue-fuck me lover ... ahhhhhh uhh oh god oh god oh god yes! Do it ... ohhh uhhh yes!"

His tongue felt wonderful, tentative at first and then greedy and demanding as he probed and pried in her slit, exploring its recesses, lapping at her streaming juices. Shanti whimpered ecstatically, her loins blazing with un-faked lust, her head flipping from side to side, her body twitching and jerking as if she was being fucked, her breasts jiggling between her arms. She arched her tongue over her slender, bowed upper lip in a curiously wanton gesture and, hissing in joy slid her hands up her body, over her snapped-in belly to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them eagerly, sensuously rolling the nipples under her palms pinching her erect, quivering nipples.

"Mm ... oh baby yes!" she breathed, her voice sexily sibilant with lust. "Oh god that's so good ... now ... stick your finger back in... yes! That's it!"

Lokesh began to finger- and tongue-fuck her simultaneously. Again instinct guided him and, without instruction, he swung around so that his crotch was over her face. Shanti opened her mouth immediately and drew his cock into it and began to suck it hungrily, exulting at the knowledge that he had done this on his own, without bidding. They sixty-nine eagerly, their heads buried in each other's crotches, his hips bucking over her face as he fucked it, his head rolling and twisting as he tongue-fucked her cunt while he tormented her gorged clitoris with his fingertips.

She heaved him off her body and flipped around onto her forearms and knees, spreading her legs.

"C'mon Lokesh," she panted. "Fuck me again now ... fuck me from behind ... fuck me like a bitch ... do it!"

Lokesh scrambled to his knees behind her, panting and gasping, his muscular body shining with sweat, his chest heaving. He pressed his cock-head between her buttocks as he had seen the other man on the porn videos.

"Not there," she groaned. "That's my ass ... not there ... not now anyway ... you can fuck it later if you like ... first take my cunt, Lokesh ... fuck me hard!"

Reaching back, she guided his cock to her cunt. He gripped her buttocks and with a shuddering moan, thrust powerfully into her. Shanti cried out, her head snapping up, her face contorting and twisting in a rictus of lust as the huge cock surged into her cunt-flesh driving a tidal wave of pleasure before it. Her body lurched forward and her long neck arched upward.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH uhh Oh ma uh Lokesh uhhh oh Muhhhhniiish uhh OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Her cry thrilled him. He gasped loudly. "C'mon! Take it, bitch! C'mon! Take my cock, whore! Take my cock in your cunt!"

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh fuck yes, Lokesh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He began fucking her rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth, gripping her waist and rocking her body to and fro beneath his, Shanti gasped and cried out, her gold chain tossing and swinging, her pendulous breasts jiggling. He slid his hands up her body and squeezed them eagerly. There was thunder in his groin. His pulse raced. He moved faster pummel her buttocks with his thighs, slapping his flesh loudly at hers, his balls swinging up against her cunt-lips as he plowed into her hot furrow. She jerked and rocked under him, dragging her cunt up and down the length of his tumescence, her breasts jiggling, her face arched, her necklace swinging. She turned her face over her shoulder. Lokesh thought he had never seen anyone so lovely.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"God," she panted. "You're so fucking good, Lokesh! Keep doing it, lover! Just ... don't ... stop ... fucking ... me ... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... oh ma yes!"

She arched her tongue sensuously over her upper lip. He leaned forward and kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her breasts and pinching her rigid nipples.

"Your hips!" she gasped. "Swing your hips as you shove it in! Yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh god oh god oh god yes!"

He swung his hips in snapping arcs and his cock entered her from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "I love being fucked like this ... I fuck so many guys like this ... they love it, too ... even my lovers ... yes.. even them ... your like cocks! They fuck me like this, too, Lokesh, just like this! And I love it!"

Lokesh roared, his face mottling in fury. She was his, his, how dare she fuck anyone else! He rammed his cock into her savagely and she cried out thinly and he rammed in again and yet again as her cunt spasm on his cock, squeezing and contracting powerfully. He fucked her brutally, incensed and aroused by the knowledge that his brother had done this, too, had done it before him, had taken what was, by rights, his, and only his. He heard her cry out sharply, tense and stiffen and felt the feverish convulsions of her cunt on his cock and knew that she was orgasm and he gasped, panting with lust, forcing himself to deny the incessant hammering in his loins. Not yet, not yet, he said to himself.

Beneath him, Shanti moaned ecstatically realizing that he hadn't succumbed to his lust and the call of his body. Her orgasm waned and she moaned, her head sinking between her arms, her chest heaving, waiting for him to take over now, giving him the initiative. He took it and instantly she rejoiced, knowing that she had achieved her intention, broken through, completely and finally.

"Your ass, bitch," he snarled. "Now I want to fuck you in your ass!"

He slid out of her cunt and pressed his cock-head to her anus creasing her buttocks open in his hard fingers. Shanti moaned and sank forward in a steep inverted pose, lifting her buttocks high, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned on its side. Lokesh flexed his buttocks and his cock-head popped into her rear channel. Shanti cried out, her head snapping up, her long neck craning, her face twisting in an agony of lust, her mouth jerking open, her eyes screwed shut, her lips jerked back over her teeth.

"OHMAUHHOHLOKESH UHHH OHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

He laughed softly. "Like it, eh bitch? Like my cock in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes! Oh god yes, oh uh yes!" she gasped.

"Then take it, whore!" he roared. "Take it all!"

And slowly drilled her rear channel and began to sodomize her deeply and thoroughly, grinding his cock in and out of her anus. It savaged his penis, biting down furiously and convulsively on his cock and he couldn't hold back too long. With a shuddering moan, he exploded and she groaned as she felt the sharp sting of his jizz spurting endlessly into her asshole. He held it there and then drew it out slowly and squeezed it into her cunt again and fucked her slowly for a few minutes.

"Haven't finished, cunt," he grunted. "I want lots more. Lots more! And you're going to give it to me!"

Despite her experience with men, Shanti was awed by Lokesh's sudden rise to the seduction and his response to her seductive body and lust filled offering she was providing him with, his stamina and powers of recovery. She sucked his cock again, gently arousing him till he was rock-hard once more and then, pushing him down on his back, mounted him, straddling his lean hips. He looked up at her, gazing at her lovely, slender, full-breasted body in joy and, sliding his hands up her body, cupped and squeezed her breasts. She groaned, smiling wantonly and begin to rock up and down on his cock, sliding her cunt along its length. She leaned forward on outstretched arms and her breasts bounced invitingly, her gold necklace tossing and jumping on her golden skin.

"Oh baby yes!" she groaned. "That feels so good, Lokesh ... your cock's so good in my slit!"

Rearing back, she hissed her pleasure, grinding her hips in erotic circles on his lap, churning her cunt with his cock. He gasped. The feeling was exquisite as her hot, tight cunt convulsed rhythmically on his throbbing erection. She slid her hands sexily up her body, lifting and squeezing her breasts. Her skin shone with sweat. Dewdrops of perspiration beaded her upper lip and the nape of her neck and thin rivulet trickled between her breasts. Lokesh pumped his hips steadily under her, holding her waist and moving her up and down on his cock with an ease and style that astonished both of them.

"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore, take it!" he gasped as the heat built afresh.

"Ohhh uhh yes! Oh god yes!" she cried, her belly sucked inward her body rocking and jerking over his bucking hips.

Faster and faster she went, her breasts bouncing, her gold necklace tossing and slapping on her golden skin, her face radiant with lust. Her buttocks bounced off his thighs and her cunt rose and fell, rose and fell, sliding up and down the length of his slippery, throbbing, burning hot, rock-hard penis. Her cries rose in pitch and volume and her cunt convulsed feverishly on his penis.

"OHHHH uh OH ma uhh Ohma Ohmauh ahhh uhh yes Oh fuck yes Lokesh yes oh fuck yes OHHH uhhh yes uhhh OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped.

With a ululating cry, her cunt jammed down on his cock, spasm frenziedly on the throbbing erection, she fell forward over him. He crushed her breasts in his hand and she kissed him hard thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He gripped her buttocks and jerked her cunt up and down on his cock as an orgasm crashed through her body and then he hammered his hips violently up into her, making her gasp and moan as his cock rammed into her flesh. Seconds after she came, he thudded into her, jerked her cunt down hard on his cock, making her gasp and dig her teeth into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders and shot his wad. She moaned her hips writhing over his as the jizz spumed in a surprisingly heavy fountain into her cunt.

Their bodies sank onto the bed, streaming with sweat. Shanti slid off his cock and snuggled against him, caressing him gently, licking his nipple. He fondled her breasts. They dozed. Her fingers crawled down to his cock.

"Ready for more?" she murmured. "I am."

"Horny bitch. Whore. Cunt. Slut."

"Mm. All that and more. Anything for a good fuck."

"I need to shower. So do you."

"This feels sexy."

"Yeah. But I've got to study, haven't I? Can't fuck all day!"

Shanti felt like weeping with joy. She had done it! The task Ratan ha given her was loaded into the video unknown to the man lying next to her.

She smiled prettily and kissed him lightly on the lips.

They showered together again and he fucked her in the same fashion she had demanded earlier in the day standing up, holding her in his hands with her arms about his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his lean hips, her cunt impaled on his cock. He savaged her cunt, taking her brutally, ramming his cock in and out of her cunt till she came. He held back and made her go down on her knees and suck his cock, fucking her mouth till he came, shooting thick jizz into her mouth and spattering her face and breasts with it.

Two hours later and Lokesh's rhythm was already a demanding and exciting lover. He could fuck her at length without coming. They hit a routine. When she arrived back from the function making some excuse into the bedroom, they went straight to bed and he fucked her unhurriedly for an hour again.

Then he worked on his cock muscles and then they fucked again. He was doing well and Shanti found the seduction complete easy and relaxed now. And the sex was terrific.

On the bed, Shanti's body rocked and snapped with his thrusts and her cries were loud and raw with pleasure. Her breasts jumped and jiggled as he rammed hard into her. She squeezed her breasts and opened her eyes and looked at him and saw him smiling through his gasps, his eyes bright and twinkling, filled with the knowledge that he would fuck her for a long time still.

He bent his head and kissed her and her eyes closed again and her hips arched to his, her cunt sucking in his cock. She had done it. She had taught him. She ran her tongue into his ear, squeezing his buttocks and drawing him deeper into her hot, hungry flesh.

"Fuck me from behind, Lokesh," she gasped. "Please. Do it. I want it! C'mon, Lokesh, fuck me!"

He slid out of her and she turned on her front and dropped in a squat astride her hips and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt. Shanti whimpered, writhed her buttocks against him in delight. He squeezed her breasts and began to fuck her slowly and methodically, sliding his hips to and fro, back and forth, taking her with measured confidence and assurance.

He was very good, much better than quite a few of her paid lovers who had no stamina or prick to use - she had to fake but here was a lover who was quick to learn and make use of his dick.

Shanti groaned, rocking back and forth on all fours under him, running her cunt up and down the length of his big, thick shaft. Her breasts jiggled and her gold necklace swung and tossed as they moved.

"C'mon, you whore!" he rasped. "Take it! Take it, bitch! Take my cock!" He dug his fingers into her hips and thrust deep into her hot cunt.

Shanti gasped softly. "Yes ... oh yes Lokesh yes ... fuck me ... oh that's good ... yes ... fuck me hard, lover ... ohhhh uhhhh yes! Oh god yes! Shove it in, Lokesh! Shove your cock into my cunt!"

Lokesh slammed his hips to and fro at Shanti's buttocks with loud slaps. Her body jerks and rocks violently under his and her cries are ragged and hoarse with ecstasy and her face is twisted with lust, her lips drawn back over her pearly teeth, her mouth wide open, her eyes screwed shut. Her chest heaves and her breath comes in sobbing gasps as the young married plunges his huge cock in and out of her cunt without respite.

"Take it!" he grunts. "C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock! Take it all, slut! Take it!"

He was under no pressure now. He could control himself, strong and he had the will to fuck her as he liked and make her love it.

He grinned and thrust into her without difficulty. Beneath him, Shanti, the teacher seductress and the schemer, succumbed to her pupil's needs. He had learned to fuck her and enjoy her well.

He could learn anything. He has the desire.