30-06-2019, 03:16 PM
She opened her mouth and sucked his cock again. It smelled dank and sexy, covered with spoot and the juices from her cunt and ass. It was a heady, potent cocktail. She licked and sucked his penis lasciviously, running her tongue and lips up and down every inch of his shaft. The young servant groaned in pleasure.
After several minutes, she paused and turned on her back on the floor and pulled him down over her. Between her thighs, his body bent over hers, Lewis pushed his cock to her cunt. She held him and guided him into her cunt again. He entered her smoothly and quickly and deeply and she sighed in pleasure, arching under him as the hard heat of his penis filled her flesh.
Her legs rose and wrapped around his thighs. Her groin squirmed beneath his. She kissed him gently, exploring his mouth with her tongue, caressing his smooth, sweat-slippery, muscular body.
They began to rock together, without urgency, murmuring their pleasure, kissing and fondling each other like lovers. Her sharp nipples scbangd against his chest and he bent his head and sucked them, making her moan and arch her back in pleasure.
His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His penis glistened and shone as it pistoned up and down, in and out of her flesh. Her cunt bobbed and bucked in unison with his. She clenched his buttocks.
"Faster," she gasped. "Faster and harder! Fuck me harder, Lewis! Come on! Ohhh fuck yes! Ohhh god yes!"
He groaned and rising on his outstretched arms, began swinging his hips rapidly up and down. She gasped and arched under him, her loins heaving under his. He flung his head back and moaned.
"My tits," she gasped. "Squeeze my tits!"
He put his hands on her breasts, supporting his weight, crushing them under his palms as his hips rocked faster and faster. His penis plunged deep into her cunt with a soft squelch, crushing her cunt-flesh. Up and down it went, his balls squeezing against her vulva with each down thrust. Faster and faster they moved, gasping and groaning softly, their bodies slapping together and Falu orgasmed yet again. This time he could not hold back.
Groaning in relief, he sank his penis into her cunt-scabbard over and over again till at last he was sated. With a shuddering moan, he drew out of her cunt and exploded again. Jizz spumed from his cock-head and settled on her breasts and belly and thighs like thick strands of ticker-tape. Falu moaned in pleasure.
Slowly, he shoved his cock back into her cunt. Under him, Falu gasped, her cunt convulsing on his penis, sucking it dry, and, pulling his head down to hers, kissed him deeply, her tongue arching into his mouth. The servant groaned and bent his head, gasping and panting. He felt dizzy with relief, and his limbs were heavy as the tension drained.
"Cut!" The director shouted. "It's a take! Wrap it up boys!"
The heavy arc lights died. There was a little silence and then, quite spontaneously, the film crew burst into applause, clapping and whistling their appreciation. On the set, Falu flipped onto her back, naked and spreadeagled, her body open to the stares of a dozen pairs of hungry eyes and smiled. They were all her friends, many were her lovers.
"Hey, Falu, try me next time!" A young spotboy swept down from his high perch.
"Ask Hemant, Umesh," she murmured. "If he says so, fine."
The director scrambled onto the set, grinning hugely, snapping directions, doing ten things at once.
"We'll figure out who you fuck next time, Falu my sweet pussycat," he chortled. "That was great, thank you."
"You think so, really?"
"On my mother's dishonour. Fabulous stuff. Okay, let's see, what've we got next?"
He turned around to an assistant. Lewis was getting up, pulling on a robe. He grinned at Falu, bent and kissed her.
"Thanks, that was good."
"Thank *you*, Lewis. Great control."
A costume girl gave Falu a moist napkin and robe. Lying there on the set, Falu mopped her body, wiping her cunt and ass. Some of the hornier crew boys ogled. She enjoyed their attention and took her time. The director turned around with a clipboard in his hand.
"Okay, you can take a break. We'll shoot again tomorrow. The light should be better then. With you and our lead stud, Mohan. That gives you a good three or four hours yet. Suit you?"
"Fine."
"Okay, boys, pack up."
The director left her. Falu got up, pulled on the robe and walked off the set and down a dimly lit corridor to her dressing room. She washed quickly, changed into ordinary clothes, a simple*churidar* and *kurta*, straightened her hair, did her eyes, dotted her forehead with a small *bindi* and left the studio.
Her car was waiting outside, a dark grey Honda Accord. The driver was Lewis. He smiled at her and she nodded as she got into the rear seat. He pulled away gently, and she leaned back and closed her eyes.
After several minutes, she paused and turned on her back on the floor and pulled him down over her. Between her thighs, his body bent over hers, Lewis pushed his cock to her cunt. She held him and guided him into her cunt again. He entered her smoothly and quickly and deeply and she sighed in pleasure, arching under him as the hard heat of his penis filled her flesh.
Her legs rose and wrapped around his thighs. Her groin squirmed beneath his. She kissed him gently, exploring his mouth with her tongue, caressing his smooth, sweat-slippery, muscular body.
They began to rock together, without urgency, murmuring their pleasure, kissing and fondling each other like lovers. Her sharp nipples scbangd against his chest and he bent his head and sucked them, making her moan and arch her back in pleasure.
His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His penis glistened and shone as it pistoned up and down, in and out of her flesh. Her cunt bobbed and bucked in unison with his. She clenched his buttocks.
"Faster," she gasped. "Faster and harder! Fuck me harder, Lewis! Come on! Ohhh fuck yes! Ohhh god yes!"
He groaned and rising on his outstretched arms, began swinging his hips rapidly up and down. She gasped and arched under him, her loins heaving under his. He flung his head back and moaned.
"My tits," she gasped. "Squeeze my tits!"
He put his hands on her breasts, supporting his weight, crushing them under his palms as his hips rocked faster and faster. His penis plunged deep into her cunt with a soft squelch, crushing her cunt-flesh. Up and down it went, his balls squeezing against her vulva with each down thrust. Faster and faster they moved, gasping and groaning softly, their bodies slapping together and Falu orgasmed yet again. This time he could not hold back.
Groaning in relief, he sank his penis into her cunt-scabbard over and over again till at last he was sated. With a shuddering moan, he drew out of her cunt and exploded again. Jizz spumed from his cock-head and settled on her breasts and belly and thighs like thick strands of ticker-tape. Falu moaned in pleasure.
Slowly, he shoved his cock back into her cunt. Under him, Falu gasped, her cunt convulsing on his penis, sucking it dry, and, pulling his head down to hers, kissed him deeply, her tongue arching into his mouth. The servant groaned and bent his head, gasping and panting. He felt dizzy with relief, and his limbs were heavy as the tension drained.
"Cut!" The director shouted. "It's a take! Wrap it up boys!"
The heavy arc lights died. There was a little silence and then, quite spontaneously, the film crew burst into applause, clapping and whistling their appreciation. On the set, Falu flipped onto her back, naked and spreadeagled, her body open to the stares of a dozen pairs of hungry eyes and smiled. They were all her friends, many were her lovers.
"Hey, Falu, try me next time!" A young spotboy swept down from his high perch.
"Ask Hemant, Umesh," she murmured. "If he says so, fine."
The director scrambled onto the set, grinning hugely, snapping directions, doing ten things at once.
"We'll figure out who you fuck next time, Falu my sweet pussycat," he chortled. "That was great, thank you."
"You think so, really?"
"On my mother's dishonour. Fabulous stuff. Okay, let's see, what've we got next?"
He turned around to an assistant. Lewis was getting up, pulling on a robe. He grinned at Falu, bent and kissed her.
"Thanks, that was good."
"Thank *you*, Lewis. Great control."
A costume girl gave Falu a moist napkin and robe. Lying there on the set, Falu mopped her body, wiping her cunt and ass. Some of the hornier crew boys ogled. She enjoyed their attention and took her time. The director turned around with a clipboard in his hand.
"Okay, you can take a break. We'll shoot again tomorrow. The light should be better then. With you and our lead stud, Mohan. That gives you a good three or four hours yet. Suit you?"
"Fine."
"Okay, boys, pack up."
The director left her. Falu got up, pulled on the robe and walked off the set and down a dimly lit corridor to her dressing room. She washed quickly, changed into ordinary clothes, a simple*churidar* and *kurta*, straightened her hair, did her eyes, dotted her forehead with a small *bindi* and left the studio.
Her car was waiting outside, a dark grey Honda Accord. The driver was Lewis. He smiled at her and she nodded as she got into the rear seat. He pulled away gently, and she leaned back and closed her eyes.
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