18-06-2019, 04:21 PM
They are fortunate. Anuja's parents go off for the weekend with some friends to Lonavla, a hill station south-east of Bombay.
Anuja knows that the house where they will stay has no telephone. She needs to make no excuse to spend the night out at the beach.
She calls Osmond when she learns of her parents' plans and accepts his offer. He is delighted.
Anuja has always loved fucking in live sex-shows. It appeals to the exhibitionist in her. She is not unduly concerned about a scandal; after all, she regularly does shows for Hedon & Venery.
Jayant is as excited as she. Osmond has offered fifty thousand rupees in cash, the price they negotiated the previous week.
Jayant himself will be there and promises that if she suspects anything, they will pull out. He will be her chaperone.
"And," she says, grinning. "My pimp. Ten per cent is yours, remember?"
He laughs, knowing she will not refuse now. Not that either of them needs the money -- they have enough of her own -- but he knows her and knows that being paid for having sex, becoming a whore is one of her most ardent fantasies.
This is a chance to realise it. As he expects, she agrees and he smiles and bends his head to kiss her, rocking his cock slowly in and out of her cunt.
Once committed, Anuja thrills in eager anticipation. She is impatient to get there and Jayant torments her by dawdling, taking time to fuck her again when they should be leaving.
He refuses to budge till she lets him fuck her and she sighs and turns on her front, on her forearms and knees and lets him fuck her heavily and unhurriedly from behind, gripping her hips and thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt.
Their destination is good two hours away by road. They take the car with Tony, the family chauffeur, at the wheel with Baban in front. Anuja and Jayant ride at the back.
Tony has been let in on the secret assignation and worries slightly for her safety. He insists that they not leave the car on the far side of the creek and cross by ferry but take the longer route looping round the north and then heading west.
They will need the car if they have to leave in a hurry, he says. Anuja kisses him gratefully, promising to spend some time with him when they return.
The entire hotel has been booked for the private party. It is perfect, quiet and secluded, far removed from the nearest village. The surrounding roads are deserted, and there are no other houses nearby.
Tony draws the car up the gravel driveway and Baban, Jayant and Anuja alight, while he parks in a separate lot next to several swanky cars.
At the front office, Osmond greets them effusively, beaming hugely.
"Welcome, welcome," he says. "So nice of you to make it. Everything is perfect," he gushes.
"The hotel has never looked better. Come, come and see. I must introduce you to yours hosts."
He ushers them out of the office and, in the restaurant by the pool, Anuja and Jayant are introduced to their hosts, a good looking middle-age man and his attractive wife.
Anuja notices that the man is lithe and well built with a trim, muscular body and handsome features. His wife is a tall, slender, lissom beauty with finely chiselled features and a beautifully curved body.
She takes Anuja aside while the man confabulates with Jayant.
Anuja learns that her hostess' name is Seema and her husband, Vinay, is a millionaire businessman. They are hosting this party for some important business associates Vinay feels he must impress.
Jayant and Vinay finish their discussion and Osmond escorts them to a large villa that has been reserved for them. It is superbly furnished with a big, wide bed, armchairs, sofas, coffee table, elegant wall hangings, attractive lights.
The bathroom is in black and green granite with gold fittings and trim. There is even a jacuzzi built in. Anuja dumps her tote bag on the bed and wanders through the suite.
She strolls onto the wooden sundeck and looks out at the darkening sky, the white tops of the crashing surf. The wind tugs at her hair and ripples her light shirt. Before her, the swimming pool glistens and glitters.
Anuja knows that the house where they will stay has no telephone. She needs to make no excuse to spend the night out at the beach.
She calls Osmond when she learns of her parents' plans and accepts his offer. He is delighted.
Anuja has always loved fucking in live sex-shows. It appeals to the exhibitionist in her. She is not unduly concerned about a scandal; after all, she regularly does shows for Hedon & Venery.
Jayant is as excited as she. Osmond has offered fifty thousand rupees in cash, the price they negotiated the previous week.
Jayant himself will be there and promises that if she suspects anything, they will pull out. He will be her chaperone.
"And," she says, grinning. "My pimp. Ten per cent is yours, remember?"
He laughs, knowing she will not refuse now. Not that either of them needs the money -- they have enough of her own -- but he knows her and knows that being paid for having sex, becoming a whore is one of her most ardent fantasies.
This is a chance to realise it. As he expects, she agrees and he smiles and bends his head to kiss her, rocking his cock slowly in and out of her cunt.
Once committed, Anuja thrills in eager anticipation. She is impatient to get there and Jayant torments her by dawdling, taking time to fuck her again when they should be leaving.
He refuses to budge till she lets him fuck her and she sighs and turns on her front, on her forearms and knees and lets him fuck her heavily and unhurriedly from behind, gripping her hips and thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt.
Their destination is good two hours away by road. They take the car with Tony, the family chauffeur, at the wheel with Baban in front. Anuja and Jayant ride at the back.
Tony has been let in on the secret assignation and worries slightly for her safety. He insists that they not leave the car on the far side of the creek and cross by ferry but take the longer route looping round the north and then heading west.
They will need the car if they have to leave in a hurry, he says. Anuja kisses him gratefully, promising to spend some time with him when they return.
The entire hotel has been booked for the private party. It is perfect, quiet and secluded, far removed from the nearest village. The surrounding roads are deserted, and there are no other houses nearby.
Tony draws the car up the gravel driveway and Baban, Jayant and Anuja alight, while he parks in a separate lot next to several swanky cars.
At the front office, Osmond greets them effusively, beaming hugely.
"Welcome, welcome," he says. "So nice of you to make it. Everything is perfect," he gushes.
"The hotel has never looked better. Come, come and see. I must introduce you to yours hosts."
He ushers them out of the office and, in the restaurant by the pool, Anuja and Jayant are introduced to their hosts, a good looking middle-age man and his attractive wife.
Anuja notices that the man is lithe and well built with a trim, muscular body and handsome features. His wife is a tall, slender, lissom beauty with finely chiselled features and a beautifully curved body.
She takes Anuja aside while the man confabulates with Jayant.
Anuja learns that her hostess' name is Seema and her husband, Vinay, is a millionaire businessman. They are hosting this party for some important business associates Vinay feels he must impress.
Jayant and Vinay finish their discussion and Osmond escorts them to a large villa that has been reserved for them. It is superbly furnished with a big, wide bed, armchairs, sofas, coffee table, elegant wall hangings, attractive lights.
The bathroom is in black and green granite with gold fittings and trim. There is even a jacuzzi built in. Anuja dumps her tote bag on the bed and wanders through the suite.
She strolls onto the wooden sundeck and looks out at the darkening sky, the white tops of the crashing surf. The wind tugs at her hair and ripples her light shirt. Before her, the swimming pool glistens and glitters.
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