18-06-2019, 04:08 PM
Anuja's afternoons with Baban grew shorter and more infrequent as she spent more time with other lovers like Arvind.
Like Baban and Mark and the others, Arvind, too, delighted in her flesh and she surprised him with her skill and enthusiasm.
Despite his experience, he had never fucked a woman's ass. Anuja loved being butt-fucked. She invited Arvind to try it, taking him unawares. He looked stunned.
Laughing at his expression, she turned around and offered her rear to him, clawing her buttocks open for his pleasure.
Arvind hesitated for a second and then, spurred by her obscene words, squeezed his thick penis into her anus.
Anuja was ecstatic. Arvind fucked her butt slowly and heavily, apparently unable to get enough of it.
Later, he confessed that it was the best fuck he had ever known. After that, they did it regularly, and their affair grew more torrid.
For a few months, the relationship excited and aroused her and then she began to tire of it.
Arvind was handsome and capable, but now there was an increasing sameness to their sex, and they seldom talked or chatted as friends as she did with Baban.
They would go to his house, strip, she would suck his cock for a while, he would lick her cunt and then they would fuck for an hour or so before she left.
Anuja was not the kind to sever ties abruptly. One afternoon, as she rocked slowly up and down on his penis, astride his groin, she told him that she wanted to break off. To her surprise, he understood.
They agreed that their relationship could not last, and that except for the sex, they shared nothing. The relief seemed to sharpen their desire and that last afternoon they fucked like ones possessed.
He wanted her in every orifice, and she wanted nothing else. He fucked her repeatedly and, at the end, she was sweating and exhausted.
They parted as friends and she returned to Baban. He accepted this, too, with equanimity, wordlessly communicating his commitment to her.
She smiled happily in his arms and then pulled him over her with feverish urgency, bucking hungrily under him as his throbbing, rock-hard penis stroked in and out of her cunt, calling obscenely to him.
Baban fucked her happily, giving without reserve, knowing with a deep ache in his heart that it was only a question of time before she found another man. Still, she would return to him again, and he would always be there for her.
That gave him peace.
The milkboy moves faster, his hands squeezing and mauling her breasts, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly, his hips bucking and bobbing swiftly up and down.
His gargantuan shaft plunges and pistons and rams and reams into her cunt, distending her cunt-lips wide open, mashing her dripping wet cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.
He cries out suddenly and rams wildly into her, pauses, lurches out, rams in again. Anuja gasps and cries out, arching steeply under him, her face contorting and twisting, her head jerked to one side, her body rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing violently.
With a shuddering moan, the boy jerks out of her and masturbates violently for a few seconds and then explodes.
Anuja gasps as the thick jizz shoots from his cock-head and jets over her body, thick streams of it striking her belly and breasts and even her face.
His load is copious and he keeps coming. His cock still spurting, he squeezes it back into her cunt and fucks her again gently for a few seconds.
Anuja's face creases in a smile of pleasure and she pulls his face down to hers and kisses him languorously, caressing his smooth, hard back.
He fucks her gently, his hips twitching back and forth at her cunt.
Baban was right. A few weeks after she broke off with Arvind, Anuja found another lover. That relationship was even shorter than the one with Arvind.
Her new lover was as capable and they fucked feverishly, their hunger unabated time after time.
Soon he too left her life, going abroad to study. After him, there was another, a married man with two children and an incontinent spirit his arid wife had no desire to satiate.
He took refuge in Anuja, who welcomed the handsome man with fine, muscular build and gentle manner, with open arms and spread legs, offering herself without reserve for his pleasure, letting him live out every fantasy.
That, too, passed and there were others.
In college, Anuja continued to take lovers, alternating between them and Baban for another three years. By the time she finished her Master's, at twenty-five, Baban and she had been lovers for eight years. In that time, she had fucked more men that most women did in a lifetime, servants, drivers, cooks, fellow students.
Then she came to know Siddharth and started the most enduring affair of her life.
Sex with Siddharth was unlike any she had known. He possessed her utterly, body and soul and mind. Her orgasms were intense, prolonged, shattering experiences.
He aroused to her fever pitch: By turns tender and rough, fire and ice, silken smooth in his caresses one minute and rasping over her body like sandpaper the next, her tormented her relentlessly till she was whimpering like a whore.
His penis was gargantuan, the biggest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever known. When he fucked her, it was with a deftness of touch and a sureness of timing that drove her wild.
She had never known a man so finely attuned to a woman's sexual needs. With him, no words were necessary: Unerringly sensing her moods and desires, he gave without reserve, sweeping her along in tidal waves of ecstasy.
Anuja could not get enough of him and for a few weeks, slept with no one else, surprising herself with her unwonted fidelity.
There was nothing she would not do for him. He was the most complete, accomplished, controlled lover she had ever known. He was already married, to the bewitching nymphomaniac, Sunnu.
A few months after they first slept together, he introduced her to his clandestine sexual empire, Hedon & Venery.
He told her about it one evening at his stunning penthouse apartment, while they were fucking. Anuja whimpered softly and writhed on his lap, her cunt impaled on his mammoth penis.
Siddharth smiled at her and, masterful lover that he was, swirled his hips deftly under her, mashing her cunt and clitoris with his cock.
She moaned and he craned his neck and sucked tenderly on her swollen, aching breasts.
His hands roamed her body, gliding in gentle caresses over her breasts, her back, her buttocks, his fingers probing her anus delicately.
Then he told her about Hedon & Venery in his deep baritone voice, gentle and caressing, erotic in itself, even as he kept fucking her, moving deftly so that she was forever on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm.
Anuja listened in awe, torn between the exquisite sensations in her loins and the eroticism of which he spoke. It was the realisation of a cherished fantasy, an erotic fusion of sex and profit, money and pleasure, anticipation and fulfilment. He asked her to join.
Anuja was overwhelmed. She had long dreamed of being a whore, of being paid to be fucked, of making money by having the best fun there was.
Like Baban and Mark and the others, Arvind, too, delighted in her flesh and she surprised him with her skill and enthusiasm.
Despite his experience, he had never fucked a woman's ass. Anuja loved being butt-fucked. She invited Arvind to try it, taking him unawares. He looked stunned.
Laughing at his expression, she turned around and offered her rear to him, clawing her buttocks open for his pleasure.
Arvind hesitated for a second and then, spurred by her obscene words, squeezed his thick penis into her anus.
Anuja was ecstatic. Arvind fucked her butt slowly and heavily, apparently unable to get enough of it.
Later, he confessed that it was the best fuck he had ever known. After that, they did it regularly, and their affair grew more torrid.
For a few months, the relationship excited and aroused her and then she began to tire of it.
Arvind was handsome and capable, but now there was an increasing sameness to their sex, and they seldom talked or chatted as friends as she did with Baban.
They would go to his house, strip, she would suck his cock for a while, he would lick her cunt and then they would fuck for an hour or so before she left.
Anuja was not the kind to sever ties abruptly. One afternoon, as she rocked slowly up and down on his penis, astride his groin, she told him that she wanted to break off. To her surprise, he understood.
They agreed that their relationship could not last, and that except for the sex, they shared nothing. The relief seemed to sharpen their desire and that last afternoon they fucked like ones possessed.
He wanted her in every orifice, and she wanted nothing else. He fucked her repeatedly and, at the end, she was sweating and exhausted.
They parted as friends and she returned to Baban. He accepted this, too, with equanimity, wordlessly communicating his commitment to her.
She smiled happily in his arms and then pulled him over her with feverish urgency, bucking hungrily under him as his throbbing, rock-hard penis stroked in and out of her cunt, calling obscenely to him.
Baban fucked her happily, giving without reserve, knowing with a deep ache in his heart that it was only a question of time before she found another man. Still, she would return to him again, and he would always be there for her.
That gave him peace.
The milkboy moves faster, his hands squeezing and mauling her breasts, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly, his hips bucking and bobbing swiftly up and down.
His gargantuan shaft plunges and pistons and rams and reams into her cunt, distending her cunt-lips wide open, mashing her dripping wet cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.
He cries out suddenly and rams wildly into her, pauses, lurches out, rams in again. Anuja gasps and cries out, arching steeply under him, her face contorting and twisting, her head jerked to one side, her body rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing violently.
With a shuddering moan, the boy jerks out of her and masturbates violently for a few seconds and then explodes.
Anuja gasps as the thick jizz shoots from his cock-head and jets over her body, thick streams of it striking her belly and breasts and even her face.
His load is copious and he keeps coming. His cock still spurting, he squeezes it back into her cunt and fucks her again gently for a few seconds.
Anuja's face creases in a smile of pleasure and she pulls his face down to hers and kisses him languorously, caressing his smooth, hard back.
He fucks her gently, his hips twitching back and forth at her cunt.
Baban was right. A few weeks after she broke off with Arvind, Anuja found another lover. That relationship was even shorter than the one with Arvind.
Her new lover was as capable and they fucked feverishly, their hunger unabated time after time.
Soon he too left her life, going abroad to study. After him, there was another, a married man with two children and an incontinent spirit his arid wife had no desire to satiate.
He took refuge in Anuja, who welcomed the handsome man with fine, muscular build and gentle manner, with open arms and spread legs, offering herself without reserve for his pleasure, letting him live out every fantasy.
That, too, passed and there were others.
In college, Anuja continued to take lovers, alternating between them and Baban for another three years. By the time she finished her Master's, at twenty-five, Baban and she had been lovers for eight years. In that time, she had fucked more men that most women did in a lifetime, servants, drivers, cooks, fellow students.
Then she came to know Siddharth and started the most enduring affair of her life.
Sex with Siddharth was unlike any she had known. He possessed her utterly, body and soul and mind. Her orgasms were intense, prolonged, shattering experiences.
He aroused to her fever pitch: By turns tender and rough, fire and ice, silken smooth in his caresses one minute and rasping over her body like sandpaper the next, her tormented her relentlessly till she was whimpering like a whore.
His penis was gargantuan, the biggest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever known. When he fucked her, it was with a deftness of touch and a sureness of timing that drove her wild.
She had never known a man so finely attuned to a woman's sexual needs. With him, no words were necessary: Unerringly sensing her moods and desires, he gave without reserve, sweeping her along in tidal waves of ecstasy.
Anuja could not get enough of him and for a few weeks, slept with no one else, surprising herself with her unwonted fidelity.
There was nothing she would not do for him. He was the most complete, accomplished, controlled lover she had ever known. He was already married, to the bewitching nymphomaniac, Sunnu.
A few months after they first slept together, he introduced her to his clandestine sexual empire, Hedon & Venery.
He told her about it one evening at his stunning penthouse apartment, while they were fucking. Anuja whimpered softly and writhed on his lap, her cunt impaled on his mammoth penis.
Siddharth smiled at her and, masterful lover that he was, swirled his hips deftly under her, mashing her cunt and clitoris with his cock.
She moaned and he craned his neck and sucked tenderly on her swollen, aching breasts.
His hands roamed her body, gliding in gentle caresses over her breasts, her back, her buttocks, his fingers probing her anus delicately.
Then he told her about Hedon & Venery in his deep baritone voice, gentle and caressing, erotic in itself, even as he kept fucking her, moving deftly so that she was forever on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm.
Anuja listened in awe, torn between the exquisite sensations in her loins and the eroticism of which he spoke. It was the realisation of a cherished fantasy, an erotic fusion of sex and profit, money and pleasure, anticipation and fulfilment. He asked her to join.
Anuja was overwhelmed. She had long dreamed of being a whore, of being paid to be fucked, of making money by having the best fun there was.
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