30-06-2019, 01:31 PM
On and on he went, goaded by her obscene love-calls. Anuja whimpered and gasped her pleasure. His cock felt wonderful in her anus, hot and hard, throbbing and pulsating with an awesome power, his heavy balls crushing against her buttocks as he sent his cock surging into her rear-channel.
Again she stopped him on the brink of an orgasm. He groaned; now it was she in control, he the acolyte. She had won and they both knew it. She took another sip of her aphrodisiac-laden drink and gasped as it surged through her body again.
Taking his drink, she thrust it into his crotch. Tony cried out as the cold drink stung his burning penis and balls. She grabbed a cube of ice from the work-surface and pressed to her cunt-lips.
"Now! Shove your cock into my slit, Tony! With this! Do it! Come on ... come on Tony ... fuck me!"
Tony had never known such bliss. His cock burned with its own heat and was cooled by the icy drink, stimulated by the aphrodisiacs in it. He pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips, gasping as it slipped around on the ice-cube she held there.
She gripped his hips. He flexed his buttocks and, with a shuddering cry, swung his hips forward and thrust his cock into her. Glistening with the potent cocktail he had made, it surged into her deeply, driving the melting ice-cube before it.
Beneath him, Anuja cried out, her mouth jerking open, her head snapping back, her body arching steeply under his, her legs rising and hooking over his shoulders. Tony groaned and, leaning over her, his hands on her swollen breasts, crushing them under his weight, began fucking her with heavy, grinding, skewering thrusts.
The ice-cube melted in her cunt and on his cock. The sensation was exquisite torture.
"OHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes that's so good Tony yes! Ohh fuck yes! Do it! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes! C'mon! Shove it in ahhhhhhhhh yes that's it ... ohhh ma uhhh yes ... shove it all in Tony ... all the way ... oh fuck yes that's it ... OHHHHHH uh oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh ahhhhh uhhhhh yes!"
"Take it! Take it you fucking bitch! Take it my cock!" he gasped.
"C'mon, whore ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... take it ... oh uhhhh yes uhhh oh yes oh yes oh fuck yes ohhh uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhh uhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh!"
He began moving faster, and faster still, his hips rocking and swinging swiftly and rapidly, bouncing up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically, his cock sawing and pistoning and reaming and ramming in and out of her cunt.
She moaned and cried out, thrashing and writhing on the counter under him, moaning obscenely, her hips heaving and jerking under his, her body whipping and rocking with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and jumping as he rammed into her.
Faster and faster he went, knowing that he could not hold back much longer.
On the balcony of his hotel suite, Avinash grunted softly, masturbating his massive erection. Through the viewfinders of the cameras arrayed on tripods, he had an unimpeded view down to the pool.
He watched as the barman moved faster and faster, his buttocks bobbing and bouncing over his wife's hips. The headset he wore picked up every sound from the little mike he had planted under the bar when Anuja told her of this rendezvous earlier that day.
His cameras were set in differing zoom lengths and, scurrying back to his laptop, he flicked through the images that were coming in, each more erotic than the previous.
On and on they went, their bodies whipping and thrashing together. Avinash saw Anuja arch, heard her gasp and cry out and knew she was coming. Seconds later Tony cried out too, his head whipping back, his hands crushing her breasts, his hips grinding forward as he thrust into her once, twice, three, four, five times and then moaning, his hips twitching between her thighs as he emptied his load in Avinash's bride's cunt.
Their bodies subsided. Avinash moaned as he came into a spotless white handkerchief. He let the cameras run for a bit and then began the fadeouts. Below, Tony slid out of Anuja's body and rolled off the counter into the pool with a splash.
He stood there gasping, then splashed her. She gasped and tumbled into the pool after him. He splashed her again. She laughed softly and swam away. He chased her, caught her in the shallow end.
She turned in his arms and they kissed hungrily. She spread her legs and hopped up in his arms, winding her legs about his hips. His cock was still hard, fuelled by the high dose of aphrodisiacs he had taken.
Her cunt was similarly hungry for more. Smoothly, she engulfed his cock in her cunt. He grunted and, gripping her buttocks, pulled her down onto his cock. She bent her head and sucked his nipples.
"Mm, you're good, Tony boy," she murmured. "Very good."
"So are you."
"But you do this for a living."
"Great job satisfaction."
She laughed. "I'm sure. That's it, lover ... keep doing that ... yes ... god, your cock's so good in my slit!"
On the balcony, Avinash checked his cameras, loaded fresh film and slowly generated a fade in. He lit a cigarette and sat down at the laptop console. He could see every detail. He grinned. They had changed position again.
Now she stood in the shallow end, leaning over the edge of the pool on her crossed forearms, her legs spread, her buttocks thrust back. Tony stood behind her and holding her hips was fucking her from behind, running his cock slowly and heavily in and out of her cunt.
He slid his hands up to her breasts and leaning forward, kissed her as she turned her face over her shoulder. Avinash saw her mouth opening wide, her tongue flipping sexily in and out of Tony's mouth. By now, he knew the signs. It was going to be a long time before she was satisfied.
End of Part 15 Camera Candida 8 : Cocktail
Final Part 15 Camera Candida 9 : Ballboy
Again she stopped him on the brink of an orgasm. He groaned; now it was she in control, he the acolyte. She had won and they both knew it. She took another sip of her aphrodisiac-laden drink and gasped as it surged through her body again.
Taking his drink, she thrust it into his crotch. Tony cried out as the cold drink stung his burning penis and balls. She grabbed a cube of ice from the work-surface and pressed to her cunt-lips.
"Now! Shove your cock into my slit, Tony! With this! Do it! Come on ... come on Tony ... fuck me!"
Tony had never known such bliss. His cock burned with its own heat and was cooled by the icy drink, stimulated by the aphrodisiacs in it. He pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips, gasping as it slipped around on the ice-cube she held there.
She gripped his hips. He flexed his buttocks and, with a shuddering cry, swung his hips forward and thrust his cock into her. Glistening with the potent cocktail he had made, it surged into her deeply, driving the melting ice-cube before it.
Beneath him, Anuja cried out, her mouth jerking open, her head snapping back, her body arching steeply under his, her legs rising and hooking over his shoulders. Tony groaned and, leaning over her, his hands on her swollen breasts, crushing them under his weight, began fucking her with heavy, grinding, skewering thrusts.
The ice-cube melted in her cunt and on his cock. The sensation was exquisite torture.
"OHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes that's so good Tony yes! Ohh fuck yes! Do it! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes! C'mon! Shove it in ahhhhhhhhh yes that's it ... ohhh ma uhhh yes ... shove it all in Tony ... all the way ... oh fuck yes that's it ... OHHHHHH uh oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh ahhhhh uhhhhh yes!"
"Take it! Take it you fucking bitch! Take it my cock!" he gasped.
"C'mon, whore ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... take it ... oh uhhhh yes uhhh oh yes oh yes oh fuck yes ohhh uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhh uhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh!"
He began moving faster, and faster still, his hips rocking and swinging swiftly and rapidly, bouncing up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically, his cock sawing and pistoning and reaming and ramming in and out of her cunt.
She moaned and cried out, thrashing and writhing on the counter under him, moaning obscenely, her hips heaving and jerking under his, her body whipping and rocking with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and jumping as he rammed into her.
Faster and faster he went, knowing that he could not hold back much longer.
On the balcony of his hotel suite, Avinash grunted softly, masturbating his massive erection. Through the viewfinders of the cameras arrayed on tripods, he had an unimpeded view down to the pool.
He watched as the barman moved faster and faster, his buttocks bobbing and bouncing over his wife's hips. The headset he wore picked up every sound from the little mike he had planted under the bar when Anuja told her of this rendezvous earlier that day.
His cameras were set in differing zoom lengths and, scurrying back to his laptop, he flicked through the images that were coming in, each more erotic than the previous.
On and on they went, their bodies whipping and thrashing together. Avinash saw Anuja arch, heard her gasp and cry out and knew she was coming. Seconds later Tony cried out too, his head whipping back, his hands crushing her breasts, his hips grinding forward as he thrust into her once, twice, three, four, five times and then moaning, his hips twitching between her thighs as he emptied his load in Avinash's bride's cunt.
Their bodies subsided. Avinash moaned as he came into a spotless white handkerchief. He let the cameras run for a bit and then began the fadeouts. Below, Tony slid out of Anuja's body and rolled off the counter into the pool with a splash.
He stood there gasping, then splashed her. She gasped and tumbled into the pool after him. He splashed her again. She laughed softly and swam away. He chased her, caught her in the shallow end.
She turned in his arms and they kissed hungrily. She spread her legs and hopped up in his arms, winding her legs about his hips. His cock was still hard, fuelled by the high dose of aphrodisiacs he had taken.
Her cunt was similarly hungry for more. Smoothly, she engulfed his cock in her cunt. He grunted and, gripping her buttocks, pulled her down onto his cock. She bent her head and sucked his nipples.
"Mm, you're good, Tony boy," she murmured. "Very good."
"So are you."
"But you do this for a living."
"Great job satisfaction."
She laughed. "I'm sure. That's it, lover ... keep doing that ... yes ... god, your cock's so good in my slit!"
On the balcony, Avinash checked his cameras, loaded fresh film and slowly generated a fade in. He lit a cigarette and sat down at the laptop console. He could see every detail. He grinned. They had changed position again.
Now she stood in the shallow end, leaning over the edge of the pool on her crossed forearms, her legs spread, her buttocks thrust back. Tony stood behind her and holding her hips was fucking her from behind, running his cock slowly and heavily in and out of her cunt.
He slid his hands up to her breasts and leaning forward, kissed her as she turned her face over her shoulder. Avinash saw her mouth opening wide, her tongue flipping sexily in and out of Tony's mouth. By now, he knew the signs. It was going to be a long time before she was satisfied.
End of Part 15 Camera Candida 8 : Cocktail
Final Part 15 Camera Candida 9 : Ballboy
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