18-06-2019, 04:54 PM
Limp, it was eight inches long, over an inch thick; erect, it was over ten inches long, nearly two inches thick. Earlier, Kavita had sucked it for a long time, and it gradually ballooned in her mouth and fist.
The man was her second lover that afternoon. Before him, she had been fucked by a slim, handsome Indian man. He fucked her mouth and then plunged greedily into her cunt, taking her on her back, ramming his cock savagely into her cunt.
Kavita writhed and bucked under him and Avinash had heard her gasp and moan and knew that she wasn't faking a thing, that she was really enjoying the sex.
The man turned her over and fucked her on her back for a few minutes and then he sodomised her thoroughly, taking her in the ass with gasps and moans of joy.
Kavita came repeatedly and at last the man was done, jerking into her and exploding in her ass.
She was given a few minutes to clean up and recover and offered a drug. Avinash saw her refuse. Karan grinned happily and the black was shown in. Avinash looked around. Two more men were waiting their turn with her, masturbating as they watched her on the bed
with the Negro.
Karan was counting huge wads of money. Avinash was too numb to feel sickened. Kavita was being forced to whore and he couldn't do a thing about it.
He turned back to the camera, adjusted it slightly: It was in a tight close- up of her cunt, her cunt-lips drawn open in her fingers, his tongue flickering endlessly in her flesh, rubbing against her gorged clitoris.
Avinash checked the second camera, which showed them fully, her body writhing on the bed, her hands squeezing her breasts in excitement.
"Yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- Ohhh god yes! Do it, baby! Lick me! Lick my slit!" she gasped.
Avinash forced down his erection, sickened by his own reaction. He walked across to Karan.
"Cigarette, please," Avinash said.
Karan nodded to a packet on the table before him. "Help yourself. Drink?"
"No thank you." Avinash lit a cigarette and lounged against a wall. "Where's Sheela?"
Karan chuckled softly. "Why do you want to know?"
Avinash shrugged indifferently. "Just."
"She's working. Six guys in the next room."
"Ah."
"You want to fuck her?"
"No."
"You may have to, if our clients want a show. Sheela or one of the others."
"I see."
"Mm. Sometimes, we get female clients, too. You're new meat. You may have to service them."
Avinash looked at him without expression. Karan laughed softly.
"Hey, relax, bud. It's okay. It's fun. You get paid."
"You're not cops."
"Not a chance. But it's a good decoy."
"So it seems."
Karan looked at the bed and nodded, motioning Avinash back to the cameras. Avinash saw that the man had stopped tongue-fucking Kavita and was about to start fucking her. He moved back to the cameras and fiddled with them again.
The black man leaned over Kavita, between her thighs, his cock between her legs. She moaned and lifted her hips eagerly, her hands on his penis, guiding it into her flesh.
"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!"
Avinash held his breath and watched as the man flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped between her cunt-lips.
Kavita gasped and arched. He groaned and flung his head back. She clenched his hips and buttocks fiercely in excitement, her feet climbing the backs of his thighs. Avinash's erection ballooned in his jeans.
"Come on!" she gasped. "Put it in, baby! I want your cock in my slit!"
Slowly, the man squeezed his enormous, bloated cock into her cunt.
Kavita moaned and whimpered and gasped, arching and writhing joyously under him, kissing him deeply, feverishly, her tongue in his mouth, her hands scrabbling at his thick shoulders and deep chest.
The man buried his cock in her cunt, going in and in and in, till he was fully embedded in her flesh. Kavita arched in pleasure, lifting her cunt hungrily to his groin.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! You're so big! Ohhh yes -- yes! That feels so good, baby! Come on -- fuck me! Fuck my cunt, lover! Fuck it hard!"
The man groaned and bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her arms wound about his head, caressing his immense, sprawling shoulders, his deep chest.
"You're wonderful," she murmured, smiling.
He smiled and licked her breast-tips, making her whimper. "So are you, babe," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "One of the best cunts I've had here."
"Fuck me -- fuck me like a whore!" she moaned as he sucked her breasts.
The man started fucking her slowly and heavily. His hips rose, his buttocks flexing and Avinash focussed on the sight of his enormous, dark, glistening penis sliding outward, then squeezing in again.
Kavita gasped and arched in pleasure, and opened her legs wider apart, permitting him deeper access.
For the next fifteen minutes, the black man fucked Kavita ceaselessly, running his impossibly large penis in and out of her flesh.
Steadily, he built up speed till he had hit a hard, demanding rhythm, his cock ramming and grinding deeply into her flesh, jerking out, plunging in again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging rapidly back and forth, his penis pistoning and pumping like a mechanical device.
Kavita gasped and cried out, rocking back and forth, jerking on the bed, her breasts jiggling under his thrusts, her cries loud, lewd, obscene and evidently unfaked, filled with joy.
The man paused briefly, panting and gasping, his chest heaving, and slid out of her cunt. Kavita moaned and turned on her side, lifting her upper leg high. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock into her cunt again.
Holding her buttocks, spreading them open, he hammered his hips back and forth in rising urgency, his head flung back. Kavita moaned, her face contorted with pleasure.
"Take me!" she cried. "Yes! Ohhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OHH yes yes yes!"
The man turned her over onto her forearms and knees and, straddling her hips, his knees on the bed, his hands under her breasts, leaning over her body, began fucking her hard again.
Avinash closed in on a shot of his penis pistoning furiously in and out her cunt, his thighs whacking her buttocks, his balls squeezing against her cunt-lips with every down-thrust, then panned to a shot of her face, riven with lust.
She rocked deliriously under him, moaning in a frenzy as he crushed her pendulous, swollen breasts. Kavita orgasmed repeatedly and, at last, he lost control.
With a shuddering moan, he thrust himself deep into her cunt, his hips twitching at her buttocks and exploded violently.
Avinash straightened, fading out the scene smoothly. Fifteen minutes later, he was bent over the equipment again, his jaw hard with tension, as he watched her with the next client.
A fleshy, soft-bodied man this time, but with a thick, long cock. He lay on his back, moaning and gasping as she sucked his nipples, tongued his navel and, slowly descending, took his penis between her breasts and then in her mouth. Avinash fixed the cameras and went back to Karan.
"So. You enjoying this?" Karan smiled.
"A bit."
"Thought you might. They all do, sooner or later. Live sex is very erotic, specially through that stuff." He pointed to the camera equipment. "You want to fuck her?"
"No. Not her."
"Someone else, then?"
"Maybe. We'll see."
Posted the biggest update and some courtesy of knowing how it was. Three readers who had PM me were telling as it is pretty long I should stop the same and post other stories which I was supposed to post.
So do let me know after this part should I stop or continue the same
Eagerly waiting for your responses
The man was her second lover that afternoon. Before him, she had been fucked by a slim, handsome Indian man. He fucked her mouth and then plunged greedily into her cunt, taking her on her back, ramming his cock savagely into her cunt.
Kavita writhed and bucked under him and Avinash had heard her gasp and moan and knew that she wasn't faking a thing, that she was really enjoying the sex.
The man turned her over and fucked her on her back for a few minutes and then he sodomised her thoroughly, taking her in the ass with gasps and moans of joy.
Kavita came repeatedly and at last the man was done, jerking into her and exploding in her ass.
She was given a few minutes to clean up and recover and offered a drug. Avinash saw her refuse. Karan grinned happily and the black was shown in. Avinash looked around. Two more men were waiting their turn with her, masturbating as they watched her on the bed
with the Negro.
Karan was counting huge wads of money. Avinash was too numb to feel sickened. Kavita was being forced to whore and he couldn't do a thing about it.
He turned back to the camera, adjusted it slightly: It was in a tight close- up of her cunt, her cunt-lips drawn open in her fingers, his tongue flickering endlessly in her flesh, rubbing against her gorged clitoris.
Avinash checked the second camera, which showed them fully, her body writhing on the bed, her hands squeezing her breasts in excitement.
"Yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- Ohhh god yes! Do it, baby! Lick me! Lick my slit!" she gasped.
Avinash forced down his erection, sickened by his own reaction. He walked across to Karan.
"Cigarette, please," Avinash said.
Karan nodded to a packet on the table before him. "Help yourself. Drink?"
"No thank you." Avinash lit a cigarette and lounged against a wall. "Where's Sheela?"
Karan chuckled softly. "Why do you want to know?"
Avinash shrugged indifferently. "Just."
"She's working. Six guys in the next room."
"Ah."
"You want to fuck her?"
"No."
"You may have to, if our clients want a show. Sheela or one of the others."
"I see."
"Mm. Sometimes, we get female clients, too. You're new meat. You may have to service them."
Avinash looked at him without expression. Karan laughed softly.
"Hey, relax, bud. It's okay. It's fun. You get paid."
"You're not cops."
"Not a chance. But it's a good decoy."
"So it seems."
Karan looked at the bed and nodded, motioning Avinash back to the cameras. Avinash saw that the man had stopped tongue-fucking Kavita and was about to start fucking her. He moved back to the cameras and fiddled with them again.
The black man leaned over Kavita, between her thighs, his cock between her legs. She moaned and lifted her hips eagerly, her hands on his penis, guiding it into her flesh.
"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!"
Avinash held his breath and watched as the man flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped between her cunt-lips.
Kavita gasped and arched. He groaned and flung his head back. She clenched his hips and buttocks fiercely in excitement, her feet climbing the backs of his thighs. Avinash's erection ballooned in his jeans.
"Come on!" she gasped. "Put it in, baby! I want your cock in my slit!"
Slowly, the man squeezed his enormous, bloated cock into her cunt.
Kavita moaned and whimpered and gasped, arching and writhing joyously under him, kissing him deeply, feverishly, her tongue in his mouth, her hands scrabbling at his thick shoulders and deep chest.
The man buried his cock in her cunt, going in and in and in, till he was fully embedded in her flesh. Kavita arched in pleasure, lifting her cunt hungrily to his groin.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! You're so big! Ohhh yes -- yes! That feels so good, baby! Come on -- fuck me! Fuck my cunt, lover! Fuck it hard!"
The man groaned and bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her arms wound about his head, caressing his immense, sprawling shoulders, his deep chest.
"You're wonderful," she murmured, smiling.
He smiled and licked her breast-tips, making her whimper. "So are you, babe," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "One of the best cunts I've had here."
"Fuck me -- fuck me like a whore!" she moaned as he sucked her breasts.
The man started fucking her slowly and heavily. His hips rose, his buttocks flexing and Avinash focussed on the sight of his enormous, dark, glistening penis sliding outward, then squeezing in again.
Kavita gasped and arched in pleasure, and opened her legs wider apart, permitting him deeper access.
For the next fifteen minutes, the black man fucked Kavita ceaselessly, running his impossibly large penis in and out of her flesh.
Steadily, he built up speed till he had hit a hard, demanding rhythm, his cock ramming and grinding deeply into her flesh, jerking out, plunging in again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging rapidly back and forth, his penis pistoning and pumping like a mechanical device.
Kavita gasped and cried out, rocking back and forth, jerking on the bed, her breasts jiggling under his thrusts, her cries loud, lewd, obscene and evidently unfaked, filled with joy.
The man paused briefly, panting and gasping, his chest heaving, and slid out of her cunt. Kavita moaned and turned on her side, lifting her upper leg high. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock into her cunt again.
Holding her buttocks, spreading them open, he hammered his hips back and forth in rising urgency, his head flung back. Kavita moaned, her face contorted with pleasure.
"Take me!" she cried. "Yes! Ohhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OHH yes yes yes!"
The man turned her over onto her forearms and knees and, straddling her hips, his knees on the bed, his hands under her breasts, leaning over her body, began fucking her hard again.
Avinash closed in on a shot of his penis pistoning furiously in and out her cunt, his thighs whacking her buttocks, his balls squeezing against her cunt-lips with every down-thrust, then panned to a shot of her face, riven with lust.
She rocked deliriously under him, moaning in a frenzy as he crushed her pendulous, swollen breasts. Kavita orgasmed repeatedly and, at last, he lost control.
With a shuddering moan, he thrust himself deep into her cunt, his hips twitching at her buttocks and exploded violently.
Avinash straightened, fading out the scene smoothly. Fifteen minutes later, he was bent over the equipment again, his jaw hard with tension, as he watched her with the next client.
A fleshy, soft-bodied man this time, but with a thick, long cock. He lay on his back, moaning and gasping as she sucked his nipples, tongued his navel and, slowly descending, took his penis between her breasts and then in her mouth. Avinash fixed the cameras and went back to Karan.
"So. You enjoying this?" Karan smiled.
"A bit."
"Thought you might. They all do, sooner or later. Live sex is very erotic, specially through that stuff." He pointed to the camera equipment. "You want to fuck her?"
"No. Not her."
"Someone else, then?"
"Maybe. We'll see."
Posted the biggest update and some courtesy of knowing how it was. Three readers who had PM me were telling as it is pretty long I should stop the same and post other stories which I was supposed to post.
So do let me know after this part should I stop or continue the same
Eagerly waiting for your responses
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