30-06-2019, 12:51 PM
"Yeh ... oh fuck yes!" the fat man gasps, his face contorted with excitement and lust. "C'mon ... suck my cock ... suck it, baby ... yes ... suck harder!"
He fucks her face harder and faster, one hand on her head, rocking it to and fro before him. Anuja moans thickly deep in her cock-filled throat, squeezing her breasts wantonly as she sucks his cock.
Faster and faster he goes and now Jayant sees sticky trails of the manager's jizz on her lips and cheeks and, when she rises and squeezes her breasts over his cock, on her nipples and in her cleavage.
From the expressions on her face, he realizes that she is genuinely aroused, that she is not faking a second of this. He grins to himself; she really is a horny piece of ass.
As he watches, the manager grunts and pushes her head back. Anuja moans and, rising to her feet, moves to the bed, Osmond waddling behind. She kneels on the edge of the bed and bends over on her outstretched arms, her legs apart, her butt thrust back at him, her breasts swollen, pendulous.
"C'mon, Ozzie ... fuck me," she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder. "Fuck my slit, baby ... I want it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"
Jayant thinks she looks lovely, her face softly radiant, her luscious lips parted, her dark, *kajal*-rimmed eyes glittering, her breasts swollen, pendulous, her gold necklace dangling.
The manager is panting, his mouth open, grunting thickly like a fat animal as he shuffles closer behind her. Jayant's enjoyment of the spectacle is quite transparent. He watches, transfixed, as the corpulent man pushes his cock between the smooth, firm curves of Anuja's buttocks. His cock-head presses to her anus.
"I want to fuck your ass," Osmond gasps. "I want to butt-fuck you!"
"Later!" she cries, her buttocks swaying erotically. "Do it later ... now fuck my cunt, Ozzie ... c'mon ... please ... I want it! Fuck me like a bitch! Do it!"
The manager relents. He pushes his cock down and Jayant grins as he sees the man gasp, arching his head, flexing his buttocks, driving his fat hips forward and sinking his cock into her tight, hot, wet slit.
His penis vanishes between her buttocks and Anuja moans thickly, biting her lower lip and arching her head, rocking forward under his thrust.
The manager's chubby fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips and he begins fucking her at once with quick, jabbing thrusts, banging his groin at her buttocks, jerking her body back and forth before his.
Anuja groans softly, her body rocking to and fro on all fours, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing against her tawny skin.
"Oh my ... oh yes ... oh my uhhh yes ... ohhh yes ... take it ... ohhh yes ... take it!" the man grunts, his lard wobbling as he moves, his face almost comical in its rapture.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Ozzie ... fuck me!" Anuja cries loudly. "C'mon, stud ... shove it in nice and hard and deep ... give it to me, lover! Give it all to me!"
Osmond fucks her faster, without control, his hips jerking and rocking back and forth, his buttocks wobbling and jiggling. His fat jiggles and his protuberant belly and thighs slap loudly at her buttocks.
Anuja moans and gasps, rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees under him, her gold necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts.
"Ohhhhhhh yes ... oh ma yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... shove it in ... shove it in all the way, lover ... c'mon ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... that's it
... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... there Ohhh yes! C'mon ... fuck me, Ossie ... fuck me hard ... ohhh uhhh yes!"
"Oh Jeez oh Jeez oh sweet Jeez," the man gasps. "Ohhh uhh ohhh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH!"
Faster and faster he goes, hammering his hips at her buttocks, sending her body lurching and jerking back and forth with his thrusts. Her face is suffused with naked lust.
She hisses sensuously, her eyes hooded, her mouth open, her tongue arching over her upper lip, goading him on with louder obscenities.
"Oh yes ... do it, lover ... fuck me ... fuck me harder, baby ... yes ... oh god that's so good yes ... do it!"
Inflamed, he grips her swinging breasts and squeezes them hard, making her gasp and wince and writhe and squirm against him, begging for more.
"Ossie! Ohhh Ossie yes! Ohh god yes ... c'mon Ossie ... now ... now fuck my ass ... please ... I want it in my ass! Please ohhh god please, baby, please!"
The manager groans deliriously. He jerks his swollen, throbbing organ out of her cunt and it glistens with their comingled coital juices. Anuja groans and bends steeply forward, lifting her buttocks higher still, pressing her shoulders to the bed, her face turned to one side.
She shuffles her legs wider apart, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus.
"C'mon Ossie ... fuck my ass," she gasped. "Do it! Quickly!"
The corpulent manager presses his cock-head to Anuja's taut anus. She tenses and then, exhaling, relaxes her sphincter. Osmond digs his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling them wider apart and pushes his hips forward.
His cock-head bursts into her anus.
"OH MA UNH AHUHOHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Anuja's cry is thin and high and her face contorts in a trismus of lust, her head jerking upward, her eyes screwing shut, her lips jerking back over her teeth, her mouth wide. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets.
Above and behind her, the fat manager groans and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, rear channel. Anuja's breath comes in deep, rattling, broken, sobbing gasps as the big penis tunnels deeper and deeper into her anus.
She thrusts a hand into her crotch and arches a finger into her slit, vibrating her knuckle against her stiff clitoris. Her anus convulses on his throbbing penis. The manager sodomizes heavily, rocking his hips back and forth, squeezing and pushing and cramming his cock into her anus, panting and moaning loudly, his chest heaving, his head flung back, his body streaming with sweat.
"Ahh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhh ohhh uh ohhhh uh ohhh uhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh ahh uhh ohh god oh god oh uhh ohh uhhh ohhh," Anuja sobs as the manager buggers deeply and thoroughly.
Osmond is nearing the end. In and out of her asshole he goes, and she whimpers and moans, writhing her buttocks erotically against his thighs, grinding her anus up and down the length of his shaft.
Bending and curving her body, she reaches deep between her legs and squeezed his heavy, hairy balls. It is too much for him to bear. With a strangled moan, he lurches out of her and, shaking his cock in his fist, explodes.
Jizz shoots from his cock-head and spurts over her buttocks and thighs. He comes and comes and comes, emptying his load, dribbling jizz between her buttocks and over her anus and down her cunt-lips.
Anuja whimpers and writhes. Moaning, he squeezes his cock into her anus again, fucking her ass again till his erection begins to dwindle. Anuja moans thickly, her head sagging between her arms.
At last, he slides out of her, grunting, sweating, groaning. She collapses on the bed, panting and moaning, her chest heaving. Osmond groans, masturbating, standing at the foot of the bed.
Slowly, Anuja turns around and, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pushes her face into his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth again. He moans softly. She sucks his penis gently, savouring the taste of her cunt and anus and his jizz.
He grins down at her, obviously feeling very macho, very much the master of this whore.
His cock dribbles jizz into her mouth; he is not man enough to get it up again and his erection wanes rapidly now. Anuja lifts her head and he steps away.
Jayant has seen enough. He has a raging erection. Now he wants his own pleasure. He will not be denied. He moves forward toward them.
They spent the rest of the night and the next day there, fucking incessantly. Osmond was rewarded once again before they left. They returned to her house that evening and had an orgy with the servants.
Baban arranged for some girls, teenage maids who worked in the neighbourhood. Jayant fucked two or three of them and they were splendid fucks.
The party broke up at dawn and Anuja and Jayant fell into bed and slept soundly for several hours. Waking, they fucked again, slowly and unhurriedly, savouring each other's bodies at leisure.
They caught the evening flight to Aurangabad and went straight home. With his parents gone, Jayant had the run of the place with the servants.
All four of them -- Ramu, the servant, Shankar, the cook, Raja, the chauffeur, and Prakash, the gardener – were delighted to see Anuja again after such a long time.
Raja met them at the airport. It was a long drive to the house. The car had darkened windows and the flight had arrived late; the inside of the car was safe from prying eyes.
Pulling out of the airport car park, Raja flicked his eyes to the rear-view mirror and grinned. Nothing had changed; the two young lovers hadn't wasted a minute.
Anuja had Jayant's fly opened and was masturbating him; he had unbuttoned her *kurta* and was sucking and fondling her heavy breasts -- of course, she wasn't wearing a bra.
He chuckled softly and, imperceptibly, lifted his foot off the accelerator, dragging out the pleasure of watching them.
Jayant was nothing if not to the manor born. He noticed the driver eyeing them in the mirror and stopped fondling Anuja's breasts. Her head was bent over in his lap as she sucked his cock.
He fucks her face harder and faster, one hand on her head, rocking it to and fro before him. Anuja moans thickly deep in her cock-filled throat, squeezing her breasts wantonly as she sucks his cock.
Faster and faster he goes and now Jayant sees sticky trails of the manager's jizz on her lips and cheeks and, when she rises and squeezes her breasts over his cock, on her nipples and in her cleavage.
From the expressions on her face, he realizes that she is genuinely aroused, that she is not faking a second of this. He grins to himself; she really is a horny piece of ass.
As he watches, the manager grunts and pushes her head back. Anuja moans and, rising to her feet, moves to the bed, Osmond waddling behind. She kneels on the edge of the bed and bends over on her outstretched arms, her legs apart, her butt thrust back at him, her breasts swollen, pendulous.
"C'mon, Ozzie ... fuck me," she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder. "Fuck my slit, baby ... I want it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"
Jayant thinks she looks lovely, her face softly radiant, her luscious lips parted, her dark, *kajal*-rimmed eyes glittering, her breasts swollen, pendulous, her gold necklace dangling.
The manager is panting, his mouth open, grunting thickly like a fat animal as he shuffles closer behind her. Jayant's enjoyment of the spectacle is quite transparent. He watches, transfixed, as the corpulent man pushes his cock between the smooth, firm curves of Anuja's buttocks. His cock-head presses to her anus.
"I want to fuck your ass," Osmond gasps. "I want to butt-fuck you!"
"Later!" she cries, her buttocks swaying erotically. "Do it later ... now fuck my cunt, Ozzie ... c'mon ... please ... I want it! Fuck me like a bitch! Do it!"
The manager relents. He pushes his cock down and Jayant grins as he sees the man gasp, arching his head, flexing his buttocks, driving his fat hips forward and sinking his cock into her tight, hot, wet slit.
His penis vanishes between her buttocks and Anuja moans thickly, biting her lower lip and arching her head, rocking forward under his thrust.
The manager's chubby fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips and he begins fucking her at once with quick, jabbing thrusts, banging his groin at her buttocks, jerking her body back and forth before his.
Anuja groans softly, her body rocking to and fro on all fours, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing against her tawny skin.
"Oh my ... oh yes ... oh my uhhh yes ... ohhh yes ... take it ... ohhh yes ... take it!" the man grunts, his lard wobbling as he moves, his face almost comical in its rapture.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Ozzie ... fuck me!" Anuja cries loudly. "C'mon, stud ... shove it in nice and hard and deep ... give it to me, lover! Give it all to me!"
Osmond fucks her faster, without control, his hips jerking and rocking back and forth, his buttocks wobbling and jiggling. His fat jiggles and his protuberant belly and thighs slap loudly at her buttocks.
Anuja moans and gasps, rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees under him, her gold necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts.
"Ohhhhhhh yes ... oh ma yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... shove it in ... shove it in all the way, lover ... c'mon ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... that's it
... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... there Ohhh yes! C'mon ... fuck me, Ossie ... fuck me hard ... ohhh uhhh yes!"
"Oh Jeez oh Jeez oh sweet Jeez," the man gasps. "Ohhh uhh ohhh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH!"
Faster and faster he goes, hammering his hips at her buttocks, sending her body lurching and jerking back and forth with his thrusts. Her face is suffused with naked lust.
She hisses sensuously, her eyes hooded, her mouth open, her tongue arching over her upper lip, goading him on with louder obscenities.
"Oh yes ... do it, lover ... fuck me ... fuck me harder, baby ... yes ... oh god that's so good yes ... do it!"
Inflamed, he grips her swinging breasts and squeezes them hard, making her gasp and wince and writhe and squirm against him, begging for more.
"Ossie! Ohhh Ossie yes! Ohh god yes ... c'mon Ossie ... now ... now fuck my ass ... please ... I want it in my ass! Please ohhh god please, baby, please!"
The manager groans deliriously. He jerks his swollen, throbbing organ out of her cunt and it glistens with their comingled coital juices. Anuja groans and bends steeply forward, lifting her buttocks higher still, pressing her shoulders to the bed, her face turned to one side.
She shuffles her legs wider apart, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus.
"C'mon Ossie ... fuck my ass," she gasped. "Do it! Quickly!"
The corpulent manager presses his cock-head to Anuja's taut anus. She tenses and then, exhaling, relaxes her sphincter. Osmond digs his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling them wider apart and pushes his hips forward.
His cock-head bursts into her anus.
"OH MA UNH AHUHOHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Anuja's cry is thin and high and her face contorts in a trismus of lust, her head jerking upward, her eyes screwing shut, her lips jerking back over her teeth, her mouth wide. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets.
Above and behind her, the fat manager groans and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, rear channel. Anuja's breath comes in deep, rattling, broken, sobbing gasps as the big penis tunnels deeper and deeper into her anus.
She thrusts a hand into her crotch and arches a finger into her slit, vibrating her knuckle against her stiff clitoris. Her anus convulses on his throbbing penis. The manager sodomizes heavily, rocking his hips back and forth, squeezing and pushing and cramming his cock into her anus, panting and moaning loudly, his chest heaving, his head flung back, his body streaming with sweat.
"Ahh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhh ohhh uh ohhhh uh ohhh uhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh ahh uhh ohh god oh god oh uhh ohh uhhh ohhh," Anuja sobs as the manager buggers deeply and thoroughly.
Osmond is nearing the end. In and out of her asshole he goes, and she whimpers and moans, writhing her buttocks erotically against his thighs, grinding her anus up and down the length of his shaft.
Bending and curving her body, she reaches deep between her legs and squeezed his heavy, hairy balls. It is too much for him to bear. With a strangled moan, he lurches out of her and, shaking his cock in his fist, explodes.
Jizz shoots from his cock-head and spurts over her buttocks and thighs. He comes and comes and comes, emptying his load, dribbling jizz between her buttocks and over her anus and down her cunt-lips.
Anuja whimpers and writhes. Moaning, he squeezes his cock into her anus again, fucking her ass again till his erection begins to dwindle. Anuja moans thickly, her head sagging between her arms.
At last, he slides out of her, grunting, sweating, groaning. She collapses on the bed, panting and moaning, her chest heaving. Osmond groans, masturbating, standing at the foot of the bed.
Slowly, Anuja turns around and, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pushes her face into his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth again. He moans softly. She sucks his penis gently, savouring the taste of her cunt and anus and his jizz.
He grins down at her, obviously feeling very macho, very much the master of this whore.
His cock dribbles jizz into her mouth; he is not man enough to get it up again and his erection wanes rapidly now. Anuja lifts her head and he steps away.
Jayant has seen enough. He has a raging erection. Now he wants his own pleasure. He will not be denied. He moves forward toward them.
They spent the rest of the night and the next day there, fucking incessantly. Osmond was rewarded once again before they left. They returned to her house that evening and had an orgy with the servants.
Baban arranged for some girls, teenage maids who worked in the neighbourhood. Jayant fucked two or three of them and they were splendid fucks.
The party broke up at dawn and Anuja and Jayant fell into bed and slept soundly for several hours. Waking, they fucked again, slowly and unhurriedly, savouring each other's bodies at leisure.
They caught the evening flight to Aurangabad and went straight home. With his parents gone, Jayant had the run of the place with the servants.
All four of them -- Ramu, the servant, Shankar, the cook, Raja, the chauffeur, and Prakash, the gardener – were delighted to see Anuja again after such a long time.
Raja met them at the airport. It was a long drive to the house. The car had darkened windows and the flight had arrived late; the inside of the car was safe from prying eyes.
Pulling out of the airport car park, Raja flicked his eyes to the rear-view mirror and grinned. Nothing had changed; the two young lovers hadn't wasted a minute.
Anuja had Jayant's fly opened and was masturbating him; he had unbuttoned her *kurta* and was sucking and fondling her heavy breasts -- of course, she wasn't wearing a bra.
He chuckled softly and, imperceptibly, lifted his foot off the accelerator, dragging out the pleasure of watching them.
Jayant was nothing if not to the manor born. He noticed the driver eyeing them in the mirror and stopped fondling Anuja's breasts. Her head was bent over in his lap as she sucked his cock.
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