30-06-2019, 12:53 PM
"You'll go mad," he warned her. "With that lot of dope in you, you're going to be in heat right through the night."
"Good," she smiled lasciviously, her dark eyes flashing as she popped another pill. "That's just what I want. With the four of you in this house, all I want to do is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"We can't fuck you forever."
"Try."
"Not possible."
"Then I'll just have to use by Ben-wa balls during the dry spells, right?"
"It won't do much good," he said softly. "It takes forever for that level of dosage to wear off."
"So much the better," she said, her eyes twinkling, her lips parted. Not for the first time he noticed how sexy her teeth looked, with the canines crooked prettily over the even incisors.
"I haven't fucked these servants for some time. I'd like to fuck them all again. And, oh yes, what about Prakash, your gardener? He's quite a stud and I haven't fucked him at all yet."
"And do we meet Vaishali, pray?" he asked, slightly irritated now.
She laughed. "You're cute when you get mad. I'm in no hurry to meet Vaishali. Does she know we're here?"
"Not yet."
"Good. Keep it that way for a way. Let's not tell her till the day after. I want to spend tomorrow here, with you and the guys."
He couldn't help laughing. "You're nuts, babe," he said.
"Mm," she murmured. "About your nuts and other guys and about being fucked and fucked and fucked yes, I'd have to agree. C'mere ... let me suck your cock ... god, I love your cock, Jayant!"
Anuja moaned softly. Her body rocked and jerked gently back and forth on the wide couch. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her lips parted in a small bow, showing her teeth, the side canines crooked attractively over the incisors, an attractive irregularity in her otherwise perfect teeth.
Her face was arched back. Her swollen breasts jogged lightly. The nipples were stiff and hard. The gold chain around her neck slithered against her tawny skin. She lay on her back, her right arm arched behind her head, elbow raised, her hand curled around the wooden struts of one end of the couch.
Her left hand lay loosely along her belly, her hand in her crotch, her cunt-lips splayed open in her elegant, slender, shapely fingers.
"Ohhhh ... uhhh yes ... mm ... ohh yes, Prakash ... that's good ... lick my slit, baby ... yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh uhh yes! There! Ohhh yes ... that's it ... tongue-fuck me baby ... ohh yes! I want it!"
The gardener grunted, his mouth wide open, lapping steadily at her flowing cunt-juices, flipping his tongue in and out of her cunt.
Her cries rang in his ears, arousing him intensely. He thought the sight of her slim fingers with their shapely nails splayed at her cunt-lips, keeping the soft, wet rims stretched open for him, the rings glittering against the dark thatch of her pubic fuzz and the bright, soft wetness of her cunt-flesh was incredibly erotic.
Her clitoris was stiff and hard and he swirled his tongue over it, flipping it sexily back and forth. On the couch, Anuja whimpered and gasped, arching, her hips writhing, her cries rising in eagerness.
It was the morning after Jayant and she arrived. They had spent the night fucking, falling asleep well after midnight in a tangle of sweating, sticky limbs and stained sheets. Anuja slept soundly for several hours.
At half past ten, she woke to the touch of Ramu's lips and fingers on her breasts, his erection pressing eagerly against her cunt. She came up out of sleep, smiling, sensuous, happy and willing to have slow sex with the servant.
They fucked gently and without tension and Anuja moaned softly when he entered her and, pulling his head down to hers, kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, caressing his hard, muscular torso, savouring every inch of his penis as it slid smoothly in and out
of her wet slit.
They fucked easily and smoothly, steadily building the tempo and adding to their urgency till at last they were rocking and bucking in a fever, clinging to each other, their loins pounding together, his cock crushing in and out of her cunt, her hips bucking and heaving under his.
Their orgasms were intense and deeply satisfying. As they waned and their bodies subsided, Ramu sinking down, gasping, his head on her breast, his cock still quivering in her slit, Anuja caressed his broad, smooth back dreamily, thinking to herself how much she enjoyed fucking servants.
She loved the slightly dank hardness of their bodies, the roughness of their speech and manner, the way they possessed and devoured her. Their hunger for her body was a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Where's Jayant?" she murmured, swirling her tongue through Ramu's ear.
"Downstairs. Some things he had to attend to with his parents away."
"Mm."
Ramu tried to roll off her, but she held him back, his cock still in her cunt. "What's the rush, boy?" she smiled. "Tired of me already?"
He laughed. "Never. Not possible."
"Good. Because we've got lots of fucking to catch up on."
"Yeah, that's right, we have."
"I still have to fuck Prakash, you know."
"He's been asking ever since he came in at seven this morning."
She giggled and pushed Ramu off her body. "Poor baby. He must be in agony by now. I suppose I'd better go and do something about it, don't you?"
Ramu laughed, sprawled on his back on his master's bed, watching her as she rolled over and sat up. She smiled down at him, lifting her hands to coil her long hair in a knot behind her head.
He loved her body, the colour of her skin, the darkness of her eyes, the slight imperfection of her teeth with the front canines crooked over the incisors, the fullness of her lips, the size and form of her wonderful breasts.
He cupped one luscious mound; her nipple was still hard. She was one horny bitch. Anuja's eyes instantly darkened with excitement and she bent over to kiss him, her fingers crawling into his crotch and working his long, thick penis deftly.
"Want to fuck me again?"
"What a question. Of course." Immediately she began bending over to take his cock in her mouth, but he stopped her. "But fair's fair, babe. Prakash. Go put him out of his misery."
"You're sweet," she murmured, kissing him deeply, slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth. "You're all very sweet."
"We're happy to have you here," he said simply. Anuja glowed in pleasure.
An hour later, showered and bathed, Anuja walked down the flagstone path in the manicured garden to the little shed in the corner. Outside, she paused briefly to adjust her clothes and hair.
She was wearing a simple ochre *kurta* and white *churidar* with a matching sleeveless, unbuttoned Nehru jacket with a mandarin collar.
"Good," she smiled lasciviously, her dark eyes flashing as she popped another pill. "That's just what I want. With the four of you in this house, all I want to do is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"We can't fuck you forever."
"Try."
"Not possible."
"Then I'll just have to use by Ben-wa balls during the dry spells, right?"
"It won't do much good," he said softly. "It takes forever for that level of dosage to wear off."
"So much the better," she said, her eyes twinkling, her lips parted. Not for the first time he noticed how sexy her teeth looked, with the canines crooked prettily over the even incisors.
"I haven't fucked these servants for some time. I'd like to fuck them all again. And, oh yes, what about Prakash, your gardener? He's quite a stud and I haven't fucked him at all yet."
"And do we meet Vaishali, pray?" he asked, slightly irritated now.
She laughed. "You're cute when you get mad. I'm in no hurry to meet Vaishali. Does she know we're here?"
"Not yet."
"Good. Keep it that way for a way. Let's not tell her till the day after. I want to spend tomorrow here, with you and the guys."
He couldn't help laughing. "You're nuts, babe," he said.
"Mm," she murmured. "About your nuts and other guys and about being fucked and fucked and fucked yes, I'd have to agree. C'mere ... let me suck your cock ... god, I love your cock, Jayant!"
Anuja moaned softly. Her body rocked and jerked gently back and forth on the wide couch. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her lips parted in a small bow, showing her teeth, the side canines crooked attractively over the incisors, an attractive irregularity in her otherwise perfect teeth.
Her face was arched back. Her swollen breasts jogged lightly. The nipples were stiff and hard. The gold chain around her neck slithered against her tawny skin. She lay on her back, her right arm arched behind her head, elbow raised, her hand curled around the wooden struts of one end of the couch.
Her left hand lay loosely along her belly, her hand in her crotch, her cunt-lips splayed open in her elegant, slender, shapely fingers.
"Ohhhh ... uhhh yes ... mm ... ohh yes, Prakash ... that's good ... lick my slit, baby ... yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh uhh yes! There! Ohhh yes ... that's it ... tongue-fuck me baby ... ohh yes! I want it!"
The gardener grunted, his mouth wide open, lapping steadily at her flowing cunt-juices, flipping his tongue in and out of her cunt.
Her cries rang in his ears, arousing him intensely. He thought the sight of her slim fingers with their shapely nails splayed at her cunt-lips, keeping the soft, wet rims stretched open for him, the rings glittering against the dark thatch of her pubic fuzz and the bright, soft wetness of her cunt-flesh was incredibly erotic.
Her clitoris was stiff and hard and he swirled his tongue over it, flipping it sexily back and forth. On the couch, Anuja whimpered and gasped, arching, her hips writhing, her cries rising in eagerness.
It was the morning after Jayant and she arrived. They had spent the night fucking, falling asleep well after midnight in a tangle of sweating, sticky limbs and stained sheets. Anuja slept soundly for several hours.
At half past ten, she woke to the touch of Ramu's lips and fingers on her breasts, his erection pressing eagerly against her cunt. She came up out of sleep, smiling, sensuous, happy and willing to have slow sex with the servant.
They fucked gently and without tension and Anuja moaned softly when he entered her and, pulling his head down to hers, kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, caressing his hard, muscular torso, savouring every inch of his penis as it slid smoothly in and out
of her wet slit.
They fucked easily and smoothly, steadily building the tempo and adding to their urgency till at last they were rocking and bucking in a fever, clinging to each other, their loins pounding together, his cock crushing in and out of her cunt, her hips bucking and heaving under his.
Their orgasms were intense and deeply satisfying. As they waned and their bodies subsided, Ramu sinking down, gasping, his head on her breast, his cock still quivering in her slit, Anuja caressed his broad, smooth back dreamily, thinking to herself how much she enjoyed fucking servants.
She loved the slightly dank hardness of their bodies, the roughness of their speech and manner, the way they possessed and devoured her. Their hunger for her body was a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Where's Jayant?" she murmured, swirling her tongue through Ramu's ear.
"Downstairs. Some things he had to attend to with his parents away."
"Mm."
Ramu tried to roll off her, but she held him back, his cock still in her cunt. "What's the rush, boy?" she smiled. "Tired of me already?"
He laughed. "Never. Not possible."
"Good. Because we've got lots of fucking to catch up on."
"Yeah, that's right, we have."
"I still have to fuck Prakash, you know."
"He's been asking ever since he came in at seven this morning."
She giggled and pushed Ramu off her body. "Poor baby. He must be in agony by now. I suppose I'd better go and do something about it, don't you?"
Ramu laughed, sprawled on his back on his master's bed, watching her as she rolled over and sat up. She smiled down at him, lifting her hands to coil her long hair in a knot behind her head.
He loved her body, the colour of her skin, the darkness of her eyes, the slight imperfection of her teeth with the front canines crooked over the incisors, the fullness of her lips, the size and form of her wonderful breasts.
He cupped one luscious mound; her nipple was still hard. She was one horny bitch. Anuja's eyes instantly darkened with excitement and she bent over to kiss him, her fingers crawling into his crotch and working his long, thick penis deftly.
"Want to fuck me again?"
"What a question. Of course." Immediately she began bending over to take his cock in her mouth, but he stopped her. "But fair's fair, babe. Prakash. Go put him out of his misery."
"You're sweet," she murmured, kissing him deeply, slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth. "You're all very sweet."
"We're happy to have you here," he said simply. Anuja glowed in pleasure.
An hour later, showered and bathed, Anuja walked down the flagstone path in the manicured garden to the little shed in the corner. Outside, she paused briefly to adjust her clothes and hair.
She was wearing a simple ochre *kurta* and white *churidar* with a matching sleeveless, unbuttoned Nehru jacket with a mandarin collar.
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