18-06-2019, 04:27 PM
Anuja looked down at the clutter on her nuptial bed. Over a dozen dildoes, vibrators and sheaths of different shapes, colours and sizes were scattered across its expanse. She looked at her handsome bridegroom waiting expectantly at the foot of the bed.
"So. Let me get this straight. You want to watch me masturbate." Her voice was flat and even.
"Yes."
"So that you can video-tape me."
"Yes."
"On our wedding night. On our honeymoon."
"Yes."
Anuja smiled sarcastically. "Tell me, what shall I use? A dildo? A vibrator? Or just my fingers?"
"Whatever you like."
"Anything else you have in mind that I should know about? Tell me now before I get my hopes up."
"Don't get your hopes up."
"Not much chance of that now, is there?"
Anuja tossed aside the sheaths. That left her with four dildoes of different sizes, the smallest not less than eight inches long, and three large vibrators. She looked up at Avinash, arching her eyebrow questioningly. He nodded.
"Yes. Fine. Begin on my call. Take your time."
Anuja closed her eyes. She could hardly believe what had happened.
They left for their honeymoon right after the banns, a prolonged lavish affair that, at his instance, was crammed into one hectic day with the marriage and the reception both spread over a Sunday lunch.
He said he hated large weddings. They flew south to a beach resort. The flight was a short hop and, after a half-hour drive, they arrived at the resort. It was a swanky five-star deluxe hotel.
They were expected and had confirmed reservations.
All through the wedding and reception, and on their trip down, Avinash was suave and polished. In the hotel, he was devastatingly charming, and Anuja smiled to herself as she watched the female receptionists trying to catch his attention, not missing the envious looks thrown in her direction.
Avinash was evidently well-known at the hotel. He greeted the concierge and the lobby manager and the guest relations lady by name.
He introduced Anuja and they were congratulated warmly. He had told Anuja that this was he came here frequently, when he wanted to get away for a few days and just relax.
The check-in formalities were waived and the receptionist handed them their key on a large brass tag.
"Your usual suite, sir," she said with a smile, her eyes devouring him.
"Thank you," Avinash smiled, flashing his perfect smile. "Is everything ready as I had asked for?"
"Yes, of course, sir. If you need anything, please let me know."
She sounded as if she expected him to call her to spend the night.
"We will, thank you," he said and took Anuja's arm. "Come, Anji. You're going to love this." He hoisted his large camera bag on his shoulder.
The suite was truly spectacular, with a huge living-sitting-dining area, a fully equipped kitchen, and two bedrooms, one larger than the other.
It had a huge balcony overlooking lush tropical gardens that stretched to silver sands and the vastness of the ocean. The furnishings were elegant, quiet and very, very expensive.
The bar was fully stocked, there were flowers and fruit everywhere, and a bottle of champagne nestled in its bucket on the balcony with two crystal flutes. A card hung on a thread around the bottle's neck.
With our compliments, it said. The champagne was Dom Perignon. Avinash smiled.
"It's incredible!" Anuja gasped. "Do you always stay here?"
"Always," said Avinash with a smile. "Why slum when you can lord?"
He led her to the balcony. The moon rose in a cloudless sky, and they could see the white tops of the waves and hear the wind in the trees and the crash of the surf.
The lights glimmered in the huge azure pool.
It was breathtaking. Anuja hugged herself with excitement.
"Happy?" Avinash murmured, close behind her.
Anuja nodded. She could smell his musky cologne, deep, masculine, erotic. He brushed the back of her neck with his fingertips.
Anuja shivered. Her long hair was in thick, single braid down her back and she was dressed in a simple printed *sari*.
Avinash drew her against him. She nestled against his broad, deep chest. Her groom was incredibly sexy. He put his arms around her.
She thought he might touch her breasts. His fingers brushed her arms and her naked midriff and she tensed. Her breasts grew hot and swelled and her rigid nipples ached for his touch.
"Tonight will be special," he murmured, his lips close to her ear.
She turned around in his arms. He pressed his lips chastely to her forehead. Anuja closed her eyes and waited, her lips fluttering expectantly.
The kiss never came. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip.
"You are very lovely," he said, kissing her eyelids.
Anuja's hands slid up his arms. They were thickly muscled. Her fingers rested on the deep swell of his chest.
Avinash stepped back smoothly, sliding his hands down her arms and locking his fingers in hers, arms stretched.
"Very lovely and very sexy," he smiled. "Will you do something for me?"
Anything, she said to herself, my god, anything, but take me, darling! Take me hard! Her cunt was already tingling in anticipation. She nodded with a bright smile.
"Thank you," he said softly. "Let's go in. I'll tell you what I want you to do."
He took her arm and they moved back to the suite.
"You looked stunning at the wedding," he said with a smile "Absolutely devastating, with all the jewellery and everything”.
“I'd --"
Anuja looked at him and smiled. "You want me to dress up for you?"
He smiled with genuine pleasure. "Yes. Very much. You don't mind?"
She laughed. "Don't be silly, Avinash. Of course not. Give me ten minutes."
"Thank you," he said with a broad smile.
Anuja was moving away when he pulled her back, close to him, his hands on her bare waist. His fingers were hard and strong and seemed to burn her flesh.
She ached to feel his hands on her breasts, in her crotch, at her anus.
"One more thing, if you would," he said. "Dress without any underclothes."
Anuja's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes brightened with excitement. This was very sexy. The man was evidently a master.
"So. Let me get this straight. You want to watch me masturbate." Her voice was flat and even.
"Yes."
"So that you can video-tape me."
"Yes."
"On our wedding night. On our honeymoon."
"Yes."
Anuja smiled sarcastically. "Tell me, what shall I use? A dildo? A vibrator? Or just my fingers?"
"Whatever you like."
"Anything else you have in mind that I should know about? Tell me now before I get my hopes up."
"Don't get your hopes up."
"Not much chance of that now, is there?"
Anuja tossed aside the sheaths. That left her with four dildoes of different sizes, the smallest not less than eight inches long, and three large vibrators. She looked up at Avinash, arching her eyebrow questioningly. He nodded.
"Yes. Fine. Begin on my call. Take your time."
Anuja closed her eyes. She could hardly believe what had happened.
They left for their honeymoon right after the banns, a prolonged lavish affair that, at his instance, was crammed into one hectic day with the marriage and the reception both spread over a Sunday lunch.
He said he hated large weddings. They flew south to a beach resort. The flight was a short hop and, after a half-hour drive, they arrived at the resort. It was a swanky five-star deluxe hotel.
They were expected and had confirmed reservations.
All through the wedding and reception, and on their trip down, Avinash was suave and polished. In the hotel, he was devastatingly charming, and Anuja smiled to herself as she watched the female receptionists trying to catch his attention, not missing the envious looks thrown in her direction.
Avinash was evidently well-known at the hotel. He greeted the concierge and the lobby manager and the guest relations lady by name.
He introduced Anuja and they were congratulated warmly. He had told Anuja that this was he came here frequently, when he wanted to get away for a few days and just relax.
The check-in formalities were waived and the receptionist handed them their key on a large brass tag.
"Your usual suite, sir," she said with a smile, her eyes devouring him.
"Thank you," Avinash smiled, flashing his perfect smile. "Is everything ready as I had asked for?"
"Yes, of course, sir. If you need anything, please let me know."
She sounded as if she expected him to call her to spend the night.
"We will, thank you," he said and took Anuja's arm. "Come, Anji. You're going to love this." He hoisted his large camera bag on his shoulder.
The suite was truly spectacular, with a huge living-sitting-dining area, a fully equipped kitchen, and two bedrooms, one larger than the other.
It had a huge balcony overlooking lush tropical gardens that stretched to silver sands and the vastness of the ocean. The furnishings were elegant, quiet and very, very expensive.
The bar was fully stocked, there were flowers and fruit everywhere, and a bottle of champagne nestled in its bucket on the balcony with two crystal flutes. A card hung on a thread around the bottle's neck.
With our compliments, it said. The champagne was Dom Perignon. Avinash smiled.
"It's incredible!" Anuja gasped. "Do you always stay here?"
"Always," said Avinash with a smile. "Why slum when you can lord?"
He led her to the balcony. The moon rose in a cloudless sky, and they could see the white tops of the waves and hear the wind in the trees and the crash of the surf.
The lights glimmered in the huge azure pool.
It was breathtaking. Anuja hugged herself with excitement.
"Happy?" Avinash murmured, close behind her.
Anuja nodded. She could smell his musky cologne, deep, masculine, erotic. He brushed the back of her neck with his fingertips.
Anuja shivered. Her long hair was in thick, single braid down her back and she was dressed in a simple printed *sari*.
Avinash drew her against him. She nestled against his broad, deep chest. Her groom was incredibly sexy. He put his arms around her.
She thought he might touch her breasts. His fingers brushed her arms and her naked midriff and she tensed. Her breasts grew hot and swelled and her rigid nipples ached for his touch.
"Tonight will be special," he murmured, his lips close to her ear.
She turned around in his arms. He pressed his lips chastely to her forehead. Anuja closed her eyes and waited, her lips fluttering expectantly.
The kiss never came. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip.
"You are very lovely," he said, kissing her eyelids.
Anuja's hands slid up his arms. They were thickly muscled. Her fingers rested on the deep swell of his chest.
Avinash stepped back smoothly, sliding his hands down her arms and locking his fingers in hers, arms stretched.
"Very lovely and very sexy," he smiled. "Will you do something for me?"
Anything, she said to herself, my god, anything, but take me, darling! Take me hard! Her cunt was already tingling in anticipation. She nodded with a bright smile.
"Thank you," he said softly. "Let's go in. I'll tell you what I want you to do."
He took her arm and they moved back to the suite.
"You looked stunning at the wedding," he said with a smile "Absolutely devastating, with all the jewellery and everything”.
“I'd --"
Anuja looked at him and smiled. "You want me to dress up for you?"
He smiled with genuine pleasure. "Yes. Very much. You don't mind?"
She laughed. "Don't be silly, Avinash. Of course not. Give me ten minutes."
"Thank you," he said with a broad smile.
Anuja was moving away when he pulled her back, close to him, his hands on her bare waist. His fingers were hard and strong and seemed to burn her flesh.
She ached to feel his hands on her breasts, in her crotch, at her anus.
"One more thing, if you would," he said. "Dress without any underclothes."
Anuja's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes brightened with excitement. This was very sexy. The man was evidently a master.
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