30-06-2019, 02:39 PM
He turned back to the screen and watched in delight as the images moved and writhed; Falu lay on her side, between the two servants and their cocks sawed in and out of her cunt and ass simultaneously. Her face was a vision of lust and she begged for more. The two men fucked her together for several minutes and her body writhed and shuddered and jerked and spasmed ecstatically between theirs.
And then they stopped, and changed places, both penises pushing and squeezing into her tight twin channels. The camera snapped to a close-up of her face, contorted in a trismus of joy and the soundtrack caught her ululating moan, begging for more. Jayant laughed. She really was incorrigible.
The hubbub in the audience died as the stage lights came up slowly. A single spotlight picked out the torso of a dark, slender young man standing naked centre stage, facing the audience. There was pin-drop silence in the theatre. The man closed his eyes and slowly arched his head, his lips fluttering open.
"Ohhhh ..." he moaned softly.
His voice was low, but it carried across the tiered rows to the farthest corner.
"Yes," the man gasped. "Suck my cock!"
He bent his head. His lower body was hidden in the shadows and his trunk seemed to float in space. The audience saw him begin to move his unseen hips, rocking them gently back and forth. His hands went down and disappeared into the darkness, apparently holding something on level with his groin. The second spotlight faded in slowly.
Falu was on her knees, sucking his cock, her naked back to the audience. All she wore was her jewelry: a gold necklace, a long *mangalsutra*, bangles, earrings, her wedding band. Around her waist was a gold girdle, with a cross-strap that dipped between her buttocks and rose between her thighs. Her hands were in front of her face, on the man's cock. Her stage lover was Chiman, one of Jayant's peons. He was slim and tall and dark, with a lean, wiry body.
His face was actually unpleasant, buck-toothed and heavy-nosed and thick-lipped, but this made the show even more erotic. Many people preferred to watch a beautiful woman being fucked by an ugly, evidently socially inferior man, especially if she was married and the man was not her husband.
Huge TV monitors on either side of the stage slowly glowed to life. Now the audience could see a close-up of her back, the gold strap disappearing between her buttocks. Her hands slid down her flanks and she pulled her buttocks apart, exposing the dark cleft between them, the puckered flesh of her anus under the sparkling strand of gold. She reached back and pressed a fingertip to her anus.
The TV cameras lingered on the tempting flesh and showed her buttocks writhing. She slid a finger into her asshole and slowly finger-fucked her butt, wriggling it gently back and forth.
Chiman and she were actually on a turntable set into the stage. Soft, throbbing music filled the auditorium, and the turn table began to rotate soundlessly. It moved a quarter turn and stopped.
Now the audience saw them in profile. Falu released her buttocks and slid her hands up over her breasts again, squeezing them in evident excitement.
Her head rocked back and forth between her thighs. Chiman fucked her mouth swiftly for several seconds. His hips swung rhythmically and his cock glistened between her lips. The monitors showed her mouth and his cock in a huge blow-up. The music pulsed to their movements. Her head rolled from side to side as she sucked his penis eagerly.
"Mmm ... suck it ... suck my cock ...," he grunted in Hindi over the music. "C'mon baby ... suck it! *Choosmerelundko*!"
Falu rose slightly and squeezed her breasts in a firm sheath over his cock, her head bowed to suck the cock-head as it popped out between her breasts. He dipped his knees and the turntable rotated silently again, returning them to the previous position with him facing the audience and her back to it.
Smoothly, he dropped to his knees and she began sucking him again, now crouched on all fours before him. Chiman arched his head and fucked her face slowly. Her thighs shuffled apart as he slid his hands down her back and over her buttocks. He pulled them apart and the monitors showed his dark hands prising the smooth, creamy lobes wide open, the puckered anus winking in invitation at the audience again.
Chiman twined the gold braid through two fingers and began to scbang it over her ass. She groaned loudly, her buttocks shuddering and trembling. She thrust a hand between her legs and unfurled her cunt-lips. The cameras zoomed in to a close-up of her cunt with the gold braid running along the slit, glistening with her juices. Starbursts of prismatic light glinted in an artistic touch.
She arched a finger into her cunt, and her hips swayed and writhed as she masturbated. Her finger twisted and arched and went in and out of her cunt. Chuckling, Chiman reached back into the darkness surrounding the spotlight and picked up a long, slim dildo.
He reached forward and pressed the ersatz cock-head to her cunt from behind. She took it from him and quickly slid it into her cunt. Now the audience could see her hand pumping the hard rubber cock in and out of her cunt, scbanging past the gold chain.
Its shaft gleamed and glistened with her cunt-juices. Chiman reached out and took it from her. She groaned, still sucking his cock and unhooked the gold chain where it met her girdle under her navel.
Chiman lifted the long braid free, now attached to the girdle above her buttocks. He held its end to the dildo head and pressed both to her anus. Falu's head rose and she gasped loudly. The cameras snapped to a cut of her lust-ridden face. Slowly, Chiman used the dildo to force the tip of the gold chain into her.
She cried out, her face contorting with lust, her cheek against his thigh. The cameras showed it in brutal detail: her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut, her nostrils flared.
"Ohhhh ChimUHHHHhhhn unhhh OHHH!"
Chuckling, he twisted her head back to his cock with one hand and slowly stuffed her ass with the other. Carefully, using the tip of the dildo as a spike, he slid more and more of the gold braid into her, till it was in all the way. Then he began to force the dildo in as well. Falu's head snapped up and she jerked, her buttocks clamping shut on the invader.
"Oh unhhh unhhh OHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh ma uhhhh Ohhhh yes! Ohhh god yes!"
Chiman laughed, his voice rasping over the gaping audience. His fingers tautened on the dildo, his arms and biceps tensioned and he forced it in deeper. He yanked her head back to his penis.
"C'mon whore! Suck my cock!" he growled. "*Jorsechoos*, *rahnd*! *Jorsechoos*!"
Her back and chest heaved. Panting and moaning, she sucked his penis obediently, like a sex-slave, whimpering deliriously. Chuckling and chortling, Chiman masturbated her anus. He moved the dildo round and round in her ass, pulled it out, then slid it in. At first, as he moved it slowly and steadily, her hips swayed and her buttocks trembled. Then he began to do it faster, and her body jerked and rocked back and forth under him.
His arm pistoned vigorously, and the dildo slid in and out of her ass, gleaming and shining. She thrust a hand between her legs and arched a finger into her slit again, masturbating.
And then they stopped, and changed places, both penises pushing and squeezing into her tight twin channels. The camera snapped to a close-up of her face, contorted in a trismus of joy and the soundtrack caught her ululating moan, begging for more. Jayant laughed. She really was incorrigible.
The hubbub in the audience died as the stage lights came up slowly. A single spotlight picked out the torso of a dark, slender young man standing naked centre stage, facing the audience. There was pin-drop silence in the theatre. The man closed his eyes and slowly arched his head, his lips fluttering open.
"Ohhhh ..." he moaned softly.
His voice was low, but it carried across the tiered rows to the farthest corner.
"Yes," the man gasped. "Suck my cock!"
He bent his head. His lower body was hidden in the shadows and his trunk seemed to float in space. The audience saw him begin to move his unseen hips, rocking them gently back and forth. His hands went down and disappeared into the darkness, apparently holding something on level with his groin. The second spotlight faded in slowly.
Falu was on her knees, sucking his cock, her naked back to the audience. All she wore was her jewelry: a gold necklace, a long *mangalsutra*, bangles, earrings, her wedding band. Around her waist was a gold girdle, with a cross-strap that dipped between her buttocks and rose between her thighs. Her hands were in front of her face, on the man's cock. Her stage lover was Chiman, one of Jayant's peons. He was slim and tall and dark, with a lean, wiry body.
His face was actually unpleasant, buck-toothed and heavy-nosed and thick-lipped, but this made the show even more erotic. Many people preferred to watch a beautiful woman being fucked by an ugly, evidently socially inferior man, especially if she was married and the man was not her husband.
Huge TV monitors on either side of the stage slowly glowed to life. Now the audience could see a close-up of her back, the gold strap disappearing between her buttocks. Her hands slid down her flanks and she pulled her buttocks apart, exposing the dark cleft between them, the puckered flesh of her anus under the sparkling strand of gold. She reached back and pressed a fingertip to her anus.
The TV cameras lingered on the tempting flesh and showed her buttocks writhing. She slid a finger into her asshole and slowly finger-fucked her butt, wriggling it gently back and forth.
Chiman and she were actually on a turntable set into the stage. Soft, throbbing music filled the auditorium, and the turn table began to rotate soundlessly. It moved a quarter turn and stopped.
Now the audience saw them in profile. Falu released her buttocks and slid her hands up over her breasts again, squeezing them in evident excitement.
Her head rocked back and forth between her thighs. Chiman fucked her mouth swiftly for several seconds. His hips swung rhythmically and his cock glistened between her lips. The monitors showed her mouth and his cock in a huge blow-up. The music pulsed to their movements. Her head rolled from side to side as she sucked his penis eagerly.
"Mmm ... suck it ... suck my cock ...," he grunted in Hindi over the music. "C'mon baby ... suck it! *Choosmerelundko*!"
Falu rose slightly and squeezed her breasts in a firm sheath over his cock, her head bowed to suck the cock-head as it popped out between her breasts. He dipped his knees and the turntable rotated silently again, returning them to the previous position with him facing the audience and her back to it.
Smoothly, he dropped to his knees and she began sucking him again, now crouched on all fours before him. Chiman arched his head and fucked her face slowly. Her thighs shuffled apart as he slid his hands down her back and over her buttocks. He pulled them apart and the monitors showed his dark hands prising the smooth, creamy lobes wide open, the puckered anus winking in invitation at the audience again.
Chiman twined the gold braid through two fingers and began to scbang it over her ass. She groaned loudly, her buttocks shuddering and trembling. She thrust a hand between her legs and unfurled her cunt-lips. The cameras zoomed in to a close-up of her cunt with the gold braid running along the slit, glistening with her juices. Starbursts of prismatic light glinted in an artistic touch.
She arched a finger into her cunt, and her hips swayed and writhed as she masturbated. Her finger twisted and arched and went in and out of her cunt. Chuckling, Chiman reached back into the darkness surrounding the spotlight and picked up a long, slim dildo.
He reached forward and pressed the ersatz cock-head to her cunt from behind. She took it from him and quickly slid it into her cunt. Now the audience could see her hand pumping the hard rubber cock in and out of her cunt, scbanging past the gold chain.
Its shaft gleamed and glistened with her cunt-juices. Chiman reached out and took it from her. She groaned, still sucking his cock and unhooked the gold chain where it met her girdle under her navel.
Chiman lifted the long braid free, now attached to the girdle above her buttocks. He held its end to the dildo head and pressed both to her anus. Falu's head rose and she gasped loudly. The cameras snapped to a cut of her lust-ridden face. Slowly, Chiman used the dildo to force the tip of the gold chain into her.
She cried out, her face contorting with lust, her cheek against his thigh. The cameras showed it in brutal detail: her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut, her nostrils flared.
"Ohhhh ChimUHHHHhhhn unhhh OHHH!"
Chuckling, he twisted her head back to his cock with one hand and slowly stuffed her ass with the other. Carefully, using the tip of the dildo as a spike, he slid more and more of the gold braid into her, till it was in all the way. Then he began to force the dildo in as well. Falu's head snapped up and she jerked, her buttocks clamping shut on the invader.
"Oh unhhh unhhh OHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh ma uhhhh Ohhhh yes! Ohhh god yes!"
Chiman laughed, his voice rasping over the gaping audience. His fingers tautened on the dildo, his arms and biceps tensioned and he forced it in deeper. He yanked her head back to his penis.
"C'mon whore! Suck my cock!" he growled. "*Jorsechoos*, *rahnd*! *Jorsechoos*!"
Her back and chest heaved. Panting and moaning, she sucked his penis obediently, like a sex-slave, whimpering deliriously. Chuckling and chortling, Chiman masturbated her anus. He moved the dildo round and round in her ass, pulled it out, then slid it in. At first, as he moved it slowly and steadily, her hips swayed and her buttocks trembled. Then he began to do it faster, and her body jerked and rocked back and forth under him.
His arm pistoned vigorously, and the dildo slid in and out of her ass, gleaming and shining. She thrust a hand between her legs and arched a finger into her slit again, masturbating.
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