30-06-2019, 03:10 PM
Whimpering in excitement, she opened his trousers and drew out his penis. It was eight inches long, still limp, and correspondingly thick, with heavy, low balls. Moaning softly, Falu jerked it in her fist and then took it in her mouth and started sucking his cock greedily and rapidly. Lewis groaned thickly and his cock ballooned swiftly in her mouth. It felt wonderful to have her teeth and tongue on his cock, her soft lips encasing his penis, her mouth sucking insistently.
Holding her head with one hand and rocking it back and forth, he fucked her face slowly, pumping his hips at her head. He looked up at the television set.
On the screen, the movie ran on. Now all four were on the bed. Anjali was on her knees, kissing Deepak, who fondled her breasts and cunts with his hands while he fucked Falu on her back. Falu's face was turned to one side and she was sucking the Mohan's cock.
Her body twisted and writhed and bucked and jerked feverishly on the bed. The room filled with their grunts and gasps and groans. Falu slid a hand down her belly and splayed her cunt-lips wide to receive Deepak's penis. Her hips bucked and heaved rhythmically as the huge penis sawed in and out of her flesh. With her other hand she jerked Mohan's penis, sucking it greedily, her face distended by its size.
The man grunted and caressed her breasts, twining his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rubbing the thick beads over her rigid nipples, making her moan. Deepak crushed Anjali's breast and then, grinning, jammed his hand in her crotch. She gasped, arching her head and he started masturbating her rapidly, thrusting three fingers in and out of her cunt.
The camera craned upward to the ceiling, and took a shot of the corridor on the other side of the dividing wall of Manisha and the other servant, Hari. The camera craned down into the corridor.
Manisha's blouse was unbuttoned and she was on her knees sucking Hari's penis. His shorts pulled down to his ankles, his vest rucked up his belly, he fucked her face happily and slowly, gasping and grunting, rocking her head back and forth with both hands, pumping his hips at her mouth. Manisha's pretty face was distended with lust and the size of his penis.
She gripped his shaft in one fist, pumping it steadily as her head moved back and forth and round and round between his thighs. He caressed her pretty face, squeezed her succulent breasts. She moaned, her eyes half-closed, sucking and licking lasciviously.
The camera lingered for a while in a close-up of her sucking his cock, showing the lust on her face, her tongue working the cock-head lasciviously, her lips glistening with pre-cum gunk, her excitement evident from her glassy eyes and flared nostrils. His penis was long and thick and dark, smoothly shorn down to the base. The camera cut to his face, his head bent to watch her, his mouth hanging open, moaning soft obscenities.
"C'mon whore suck it! Yeh! Suck my prick, bitch!" he grunted.
Manisha was very pretty. She had a lovely oval face with a fine nose, high cheekbones, soft, limpid, elongated eyes lined with *kajal*, full, sensual lips and white teeth. Her hair was thick and glossy with a fine sheen to it. Her long neck led to full, high, ripe breasts with a beautiful, inviting cleavage.
Her nipples were long and stiff, prominent in small, bright aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and her waist was neatly nipped in; then her hips flared smoothly to firm buttocks and slender, shapely legs. Her wrists and ankles were sexily slim and her hands and feet were superbly formed, delicate and long.
Falu had little doubt that she would become a major star. Her face was incredibly mobile and she could move from heart-rending tragedy to sparkling laughter to steaming, raw sexuality with effortless ease in seconds. For instance, there was no doubt that she was genuinely aroused by the sex now and that she enjoyed sucking cock. Yet, the pain and horror in her eyes just minutes before when she watched Falu and Anjali was equally undeniable.
If she made it, no one would be more pleased than Jayant. With Manisha, he would achieve a clean sweep, a grand slam, a hat-trick; for then, the top three movie stars of the country would all owe their success to him. Before Manisha, Juhi and, before her, Madhuri, had both emerged from Hedon & Venery stock; and they, too, had performed, sucked and licked and fucked their way to the very top.
Their gratitude to Jayant was profound – both Juhi and Madhuri returned to the Apistia with unfailing regularity and gave thanks in the one way it would be most appreciated – they performed free, on stage and in select films, servicing choice clients. Manisha would soon join them.
For now, though, she was just another porn queen. The camera lingered a while longer on her sucking the servant's penis and then circled around and went through into the bedroom again. The bed was covered with writhing flesh and tangled limbs and the camera moved slowly inward, closing in on its prey.
"Hey, this is great stuff," Lewis said to Falu.
"Mm," she murmured, still sucking his cock. "Cum in my mouth if you like."
"Yeah. Maybe. Just keep sucking, babe," he murmured dreamily. "Yeh ... nice and slow ... yeh, that's it ... just so I can keep watching the flick."
Lewis pulled off his tunic and flung it across the room. He pushed her head away and, without looking back, walked quickly to a deep sofa in front of the television set and flung himself onto it.
Holding her head with one hand and rocking it back and forth, he fucked her face slowly, pumping his hips at her head. He looked up at the television set.
On the screen, the movie ran on. Now all four were on the bed. Anjali was on her knees, kissing Deepak, who fondled her breasts and cunts with his hands while he fucked Falu on her back. Falu's face was turned to one side and she was sucking the Mohan's cock.
Her body twisted and writhed and bucked and jerked feverishly on the bed. The room filled with their grunts and gasps and groans. Falu slid a hand down her belly and splayed her cunt-lips wide to receive Deepak's penis. Her hips bucked and heaved rhythmically as the huge penis sawed in and out of her flesh. With her other hand she jerked Mohan's penis, sucking it greedily, her face distended by its size.
The man grunted and caressed her breasts, twining his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rubbing the thick beads over her rigid nipples, making her moan. Deepak crushed Anjali's breast and then, grinning, jammed his hand in her crotch. She gasped, arching her head and he started masturbating her rapidly, thrusting three fingers in and out of her cunt.
The camera craned upward to the ceiling, and took a shot of the corridor on the other side of the dividing wall of Manisha and the other servant, Hari. The camera craned down into the corridor.
Manisha's blouse was unbuttoned and she was on her knees sucking Hari's penis. His shorts pulled down to his ankles, his vest rucked up his belly, he fucked her face happily and slowly, gasping and grunting, rocking her head back and forth with both hands, pumping his hips at her mouth. Manisha's pretty face was distended with lust and the size of his penis.
She gripped his shaft in one fist, pumping it steadily as her head moved back and forth and round and round between his thighs. He caressed her pretty face, squeezed her succulent breasts. She moaned, her eyes half-closed, sucking and licking lasciviously.
The camera lingered for a while in a close-up of her sucking his cock, showing the lust on her face, her tongue working the cock-head lasciviously, her lips glistening with pre-cum gunk, her excitement evident from her glassy eyes and flared nostrils. His penis was long and thick and dark, smoothly shorn down to the base. The camera cut to his face, his head bent to watch her, his mouth hanging open, moaning soft obscenities.
"C'mon whore suck it! Yeh! Suck my prick, bitch!" he grunted.
Manisha was very pretty. She had a lovely oval face with a fine nose, high cheekbones, soft, limpid, elongated eyes lined with *kajal*, full, sensual lips and white teeth. Her hair was thick and glossy with a fine sheen to it. Her long neck led to full, high, ripe breasts with a beautiful, inviting cleavage.
Her nipples were long and stiff, prominent in small, bright aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and her waist was neatly nipped in; then her hips flared smoothly to firm buttocks and slender, shapely legs. Her wrists and ankles were sexily slim and her hands and feet were superbly formed, delicate and long.
Falu had little doubt that she would become a major star. Her face was incredibly mobile and she could move from heart-rending tragedy to sparkling laughter to steaming, raw sexuality with effortless ease in seconds. For instance, there was no doubt that she was genuinely aroused by the sex now and that she enjoyed sucking cock. Yet, the pain and horror in her eyes just minutes before when she watched Falu and Anjali was equally undeniable.
If she made it, no one would be more pleased than Jayant. With Manisha, he would achieve a clean sweep, a grand slam, a hat-trick; for then, the top three movie stars of the country would all owe their success to him. Before Manisha, Juhi and, before her, Madhuri, had both emerged from Hedon & Venery stock; and they, too, had performed, sucked and licked and fucked their way to the very top.
Their gratitude to Jayant was profound – both Juhi and Madhuri returned to the Apistia with unfailing regularity and gave thanks in the one way it would be most appreciated – they performed free, on stage and in select films, servicing choice clients. Manisha would soon join them.
For now, though, she was just another porn queen. The camera lingered a while longer on her sucking the servant's penis and then circled around and went through into the bedroom again. The bed was covered with writhing flesh and tangled limbs and the camera moved slowly inward, closing in on its prey.
"Hey, this is great stuff," Lewis said to Falu.
"Mm," she murmured, still sucking his cock. "Cum in my mouth if you like."
"Yeah. Maybe. Just keep sucking, babe," he murmured dreamily. "Yeh ... nice and slow ... yeh, that's it ... just so I can keep watching the flick."
Lewis pulled off his tunic and flung it across the room. He pushed her head away and, without looking back, walked quickly to a deep sofa in front of the television set and flung himself onto it.
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