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A JAM OF TARTS
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2
PEONSTUD
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As his practice flourished, Rajeev hired more assistants. He preferred to employ women - they were more dedicated, typically less apt to quit without notice and more reliable. Certainly, they were better looking, which mattered a very great deal to him since, sooner or later, he took them all as lovers. In time, Sonali, Varsha, Seema, Hema, Kuntal and Nandini and several other girls joined his staff. They were all extremely attractive and sexy, and, one by one, he fucked them all.
His choice was unerring. Without exception, the girls were totally uninhibited about casual sex. Much to his delight, the girls made themselves available for the pleasure of his peons, errand boys, drivers, cleaners, cooks, sweepers and male assistants.
He installed a separate, secret chamber where the girls could be fucked by the men - or vice-versa, for frequently, the highly sexed women demanded the lectual services of one of the guys. As the office grew, he bought another floor in the building, and yet another and then a fourth.
The top floor he re-furbished lavishly, with a quiet, expansive sanctum for himself and a series of glass-walled carrels, fitted with beds and sofas and easy chairs, furnished as bedrooms, in which his staff could copulate at leisure. A viewing gallery ringed the carrels, for the pleasure of those who enjoyed watching live sex.
Rajeev hired a young boy named Vinod. The girls in the office liked him instantly. He was unfailingly cheerful, no matter how much work he was told to do. He was very good-looking, with clean, fine features: his nose was straight, the eyes dark and full of laughter, the mouth full and sensual, parting in a delightful grin to reveal his white, even teeth.
His hair was short and his hair was curly, cropped close. His body was lean and hard, without a trace of fat. His belly was flat, the chest smooth, lightly cleaved and hairless, the hips small. His buttocks were taut and firm, the hips narrow.
At seventeen, Vinod's heterosexual experience was confined to the one occasion when his elder sister's best friend, an attractive young girl with no dearth of lovers, finding him alone in the one-room tenement where he lived, unbuttoned her blouse with a coquettish smile and let him fondle her large breasts.
He grew intensely aroused and she slipped her hand into his shorts, masturbated him and then sucked his cock quickly. He had come in her mouth. She promised to fuck him the next day, but they never got the chance.
The memory was vivid in his mind; he remembered her pretty face and large brown breasts and the way she worked his cock with her lips and tongue, sucking furiously, moaning and whimpering in pleasure, playing with her breasts and cunt till he could hold back no longer and exploded, gasping. Even now, he could see her pretty face tilted back between his thighs and his hot jizz spurting and spurting into her mouth and dribbling over her face and down her breasts.
Frequently, he masturbated in syncopation to a particularly lurid fantasy of fucking her, and fucking her hard. She would have loved it, for his cock was big and thick and hard. He regretted the lost opportunity. Listening to the lupanarian talk of his friends who got laid at the local whorehouses, he often wished he could accompany them. He hadn't the courage to go to the whores himself, and asking someone to take him there was too humiliating.
Like so many boys in Bombay, Vinod grew up in an environment where contact with females was kept to the minimum and confined, as far as possible, to elderly aunts and young relatives. He sought sexual release in his male peers.
The guys hung out for hours together, arms about each other's shoulders or waists, standing close like lovers do. Occasionally, a hand would caress a smooth chest, buttocks would press against loins. At times like these, Vinod found himself intensely aroused, his cock bulging between his legs and straining at the cloth of his trousers.
As he grew older, matters became more tense, and with some of the younger boys in the group, he frequently indulged in mutual masturbation, coming off hard in the other boy's fist. They longed for real cunts to fuck.
In Rajeev's office, Vinod was in a state of constant and painful priapism. It was a supermarket of female flesh, all seemingly available for the asking. There was an abundance of girls: Harsha, Shobha, Nisha, Sonali, Seema, Varsha, Nandini, Rajshri, Rashmi, Kuntal, Hema - each one of them was incredibly sexy. The guys - Chiman, Babu, Barku, Hari and Kishore - fondled the girls quite openly.
Vinod didn't miss the casual hand-holding, the quick squeezing of a buttock or a breast *en passant*, the idle caress with the back of hand on a smooth cheek, the laying of a girl's hand on a guy's arm or shoulder or chest, the light caress of a girl's hair. The girls made it a point to squeeze past the guys in the smallest available space, squirming their buttocks against hard crotches, smiling knowingly. The men evidently enjoyed it, and did what they could to stall the girls' passing, pressing their bulging groins against their buttocks or bellies. It was all a game.
When he arrived, the girls at once started tormenting him. They teased him gently with clever innuendo and *double entendre*, allowed him tantalising glimpses of naked thighs, bellies, swollen breasts and deep cleavages. Occasionally, fingers would brush his thigh or his crotch or steal into his hair, a hand would rest on his chest, lips would hover close to his face. Once or twice, one of the girls quickly squeezed his cock and then, before he could react, pranced away giggling.
Unknown to him, a debate raged in the office as to who would 'do the honours' and seduce Vinod. The issue was finally resolved one Friday evening, at the weekly staff meeting over high tea. They contrived to despatch Vinod on an unnecessary errand, with instructions not to return that evening. The conference room was a cacophony of noise as the staff chattered and argued.
"I still say we should ask Rajeev and let him decide," Nandini grinned.
"What for?" cried Seema."Let's just draw lots!"
"What's all this about?" Rajeev enquired from the head of the table with a smile, setting down the fine bone china tea cup. He was slouched languidly in the chair, an arm hooked casually over the backrest.
Rashmi, his newest assistant, herself 'broken in' not so very long ago, but with immediate and considerable success, smiled.
"Vinod," she said."It's a big thing nowadays."
"How do you know?"
"You weren't supposed to do it, bitch!"
"Fink! Whore!"
"Easy, easy!" Rajeev laughed at the outburst. "What's a big thing?"
"Who gets to lay Vinod first," Rashmi explained. "That's what I meant. Not that I've seen his big thing. It might not be big."
"There's one way to find out." Nisha grinned.
"Yes, and I want to do it," said Seema.
"Why? What's so special about him?"
"He's a virgin, that's what!" Rajshri laughed.
Rajeev grinned. "You're kidding!"
"No, really, he is," Harsha said.
"So you're fighting over him?"
The girls nodded. "And you've got to decide," Kuntal chipped in.
The guys paid attention, grinning hugely.
"Yeah, who gets to fuck cutie-pie, Rajeev?" rumbled Hari.
Rajeev smiled and rose."Ladies and gentlemen, since I appear to have been appointed arbitrator of this dispute, I hereby enter upon the reference."
He was met with groans.
"More significantly, since I own this joint and employ Vinod and since I'm you're boss, you'll jolly well do as I say."
"Bugger off," growled Kishore amidst the jeers.
"Certainly," Rajeev riposted, all sweetness and light." Whatever you say. Bend over!"
Everyone laughed, even Kishore. They all knew that Rajeev was decidedly bisexual and enjoyed fucking handsome young men as much as beautiful women. A nice, hot, tight orifice is all I ask, he often said.
"Well, come on then, hurry up!" cried Kuntal. "Decide, then!"
"All right. Seeing how the lad is not only young, but short to boot, I think we should let the shortest amongst us do the honors’. Sonali?"
A rousing cheer and applause met the announcement. Everyone turned to her. Sonali grinned hugely. Her recent marriage to Sameer had not dampened her enthusiasm for fornication in the slightest. She stood and bowed with mock seriousness.
"Lordship pleases," she said and everyone cheered again.
"But only on the condition, Sonali, that we take a video of it, so that we can all see just what you do to him."
"Hear, hear!" said Kuntal.
Sonali laughed. Like the others, she enjoyed being watched while fucking and this promised to be a treat.
A JAM OF TARTS
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2
PEONSTUD
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As his practice flourished, Rajeev hired more assistants. He preferred to employ women - they were more dedicated, typically less apt to quit without notice and more reliable. Certainly, they were better looking, which mattered a very great deal to him since, sooner or later, he took them all as lovers. In time, Sonali, Varsha, Seema, Hema, Kuntal and Nandini and several other girls joined his staff. They were all extremely attractive and sexy, and, one by one, he fucked them all.
His choice was unerring. Without exception, the girls were totally uninhibited about casual sex. Much to his delight, the girls made themselves available for the pleasure of his peons, errand boys, drivers, cleaners, cooks, sweepers and male assistants.
He installed a separate, secret chamber where the girls could be fucked by the men - or vice-versa, for frequently, the highly sexed women demanded the lectual services of one of the guys. As the office grew, he bought another floor in the building, and yet another and then a fourth.
The top floor he re-furbished lavishly, with a quiet, expansive sanctum for himself and a series of glass-walled carrels, fitted with beds and sofas and easy chairs, furnished as bedrooms, in which his staff could copulate at leisure. A viewing gallery ringed the carrels, for the pleasure of those who enjoyed watching live sex.
Rajeev hired a young boy named Vinod. The girls in the office liked him instantly. He was unfailingly cheerful, no matter how much work he was told to do. He was very good-looking, with clean, fine features: his nose was straight, the eyes dark and full of laughter, the mouth full and sensual, parting in a delightful grin to reveal his white, even teeth.
His hair was short and his hair was curly, cropped close. His body was lean and hard, without a trace of fat. His belly was flat, the chest smooth, lightly cleaved and hairless, the hips small. His buttocks were taut and firm, the hips narrow.
At seventeen, Vinod's heterosexual experience was confined to the one occasion when his elder sister's best friend, an attractive young girl with no dearth of lovers, finding him alone in the one-room tenement where he lived, unbuttoned her blouse with a coquettish smile and let him fondle her large breasts.
He grew intensely aroused and she slipped her hand into his shorts, masturbated him and then sucked his cock quickly. He had come in her mouth. She promised to fuck him the next day, but they never got the chance.
The memory was vivid in his mind; he remembered her pretty face and large brown breasts and the way she worked his cock with her lips and tongue, sucking furiously, moaning and whimpering in pleasure, playing with her breasts and cunt till he could hold back no longer and exploded, gasping. Even now, he could see her pretty face tilted back between his thighs and his hot jizz spurting and spurting into her mouth and dribbling over her face and down her breasts.
Frequently, he masturbated in syncopation to a particularly lurid fantasy of fucking her, and fucking her hard. She would have loved it, for his cock was big and thick and hard. He regretted the lost opportunity. Listening to the lupanarian talk of his friends who got laid at the local whorehouses, he often wished he could accompany them. He hadn't the courage to go to the whores himself, and asking someone to take him there was too humiliating.
Like so many boys in Bombay, Vinod grew up in an environment where contact with females was kept to the minimum and confined, as far as possible, to elderly aunts and young relatives. He sought sexual release in his male peers.
The guys hung out for hours together, arms about each other's shoulders or waists, standing close like lovers do. Occasionally, a hand would caress a smooth chest, buttocks would press against loins. At times like these, Vinod found himself intensely aroused, his cock bulging between his legs and straining at the cloth of his trousers.
As he grew older, matters became more tense, and with some of the younger boys in the group, he frequently indulged in mutual masturbation, coming off hard in the other boy's fist. They longed for real cunts to fuck.
In Rajeev's office, Vinod was in a state of constant and painful priapism. It was a supermarket of female flesh, all seemingly available for the asking. There was an abundance of girls: Harsha, Shobha, Nisha, Sonali, Seema, Varsha, Nandini, Rajshri, Rashmi, Kuntal, Hema - each one of them was incredibly sexy. The guys - Chiman, Babu, Barku, Hari and Kishore - fondled the girls quite openly.
Vinod didn't miss the casual hand-holding, the quick squeezing of a buttock or a breast *en passant*, the idle caress with the back of hand on a smooth cheek, the laying of a girl's hand on a guy's arm or shoulder or chest, the light caress of a girl's hair. The girls made it a point to squeeze past the guys in the smallest available space, squirming their buttocks against hard crotches, smiling knowingly. The men evidently enjoyed it, and did what they could to stall the girls' passing, pressing their bulging groins against their buttocks or bellies. It was all a game.
When he arrived, the girls at once started tormenting him. They teased him gently with clever innuendo and *double entendre*, allowed him tantalising glimpses of naked thighs, bellies, swollen breasts and deep cleavages. Occasionally, fingers would brush his thigh or his crotch or steal into his hair, a hand would rest on his chest, lips would hover close to his face. Once or twice, one of the girls quickly squeezed his cock and then, before he could react, pranced away giggling.
Unknown to him, a debate raged in the office as to who would 'do the honours' and seduce Vinod. The issue was finally resolved one Friday evening, at the weekly staff meeting over high tea. They contrived to despatch Vinod on an unnecessary errand, with instructions not to return that evening. The conference room was a cacophony of noise as the staff chattered and argued.
"I still say we should ask Rajeev and let him decide," Nandini grinned.
"What for?" cried Seema."Let's just draw lots!"
"What's all this about?" Rajeev enquired from the head of the table with a smile, setting down the fine bone china tea cup. He was slouched languidly in the chair, an arm hooked casually over the backrest.
Rashmi, his newest assistant, herself 'broken in' not so very long ago, but with immediate and considerable success, smiled.
"Vinod," she said."It's a big thing nowadays."
"How do you know?"
"You weren't supposed to do it, bitch!"
"Fink! Whore!"
"Easy, easy!" Rajeev laughed at the outburst. "What's a big thing?"
"Who gets to lay Vinod first," Rashmi explained. "That's what I meant. Not that I've seen his big thing. It might not be big."
"There's one way to find out." Nisha grinned.
"Yes, and I want to do it," said Seema.
"Why? What's so special about him?"
"He's a virgin, that's what!" Rajshri laughed.
Rajeev grinned. "You're kidding!"
"No, really, he is," Harsha said.
"So you're fighting over him?"
The girls nodded. "And you've got to decide," Kuntal chipped in.
The guys paid attention, grinning hugely.
"Yeah, who gets to fuck cutie-pie, Rajeev?" rumbled Hari.
Rajeev smiled and rose."Ladies and gentlemen, since I appear to have been appointed arbitrator of this dispute, I hereby enter upon the reference."
He was met with groans.
"More significantly, since I own this joint and employ Vinod and since I'm you're boss, you'll jolly well do as I say."
"Bugger off," growled Kishore amidst the jeers.
"Certainly," Rajeev riposted, all sweetness and light." Whatever you say. Bend over!"
Everyone laughed, even Kishore. They all knew that Rajeev was decidedly bisexual and enjoyed fucking handsome young men as much as beautiful women. A nice, hot, tight orifice is all I ask, he often said.
"Well, come on then, hurry up!" cried Kuntal. "Decide, then!"
"All right. Seeing how the lad is not only young, but short to boot, I think we should let the shortest amongst us do the honors’. Sonali?"
A rousing cheer and applause met the announcement. Everyone turned to her. Sonali grinned hugely. Her recent marriage to Sameer had not dampened her enthusiasm for fornication in the slightest. She stood and bowed with mock seriousness.
"Lordship pleases," she said and everyone cheered again.
"But only on the condition, Sonali, that we take a video of it, so that we can all see just what you do to him."
"Hear, hear!" said Kuntal.
Sonali laughed. Like the others, she enjoyed being watched while fucking and this promised to be a treat.
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