Adultery Shanti's World as a Paid Whore by shanti2010-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shanti looked down at the clutter on her nuptial bed. Over a dozen dildo, vibrators and sheaths of different shapes, colours and sizes were scattered across its expanse. She looked at her handsome bridegroom waiting expectantly at the foot of the bed.

"So, let me get this straight. You want to watch me masturbate."

Her voice was flat and even.

"Yes."

"So that you can video-tape me."

"Yes."

"On our wedding night. On our honeymoon."

"Yes."

Shanti smiled sarcastically. "Tell me, what shall I use? A dildo? A vibrator? Or just my fingers?"

"Whatever you like."

"Anything else you have in mind that I should know about? Tell me now before I get my hopes up."

"Don't get your hopes up."

"Not much chance of that now, is there?"

Shanti tossed aside the sheaths. That left her with four dildo of different sizes, the smallest not less than eight inches long, and three large vibrators. She looked up at Sridhar, arching her eyebrow questioningly. He nodded.

"Yes. Fine. Begin on my call. Take your time."

Shanti closed her eyes. She could hardly believe what had happened.

They left for their honeymoon right after the rituals, a prolonged lavish affair that, at his instance, was crammed into one hectic day with the marriage and the reception both spread over a Sunday lunch. He said he hated large weddings. They flew south to a beach resort. The flight was a short hop and, after a half-hour drive, they arrived at the resort. It was a swanky five-star deluxe hotel. They were expected and had confirmed reservations.

All through the wedding and reception, and on their trip down, Sridhar was suave and polished. In the hotel, he was devastatingly charming, and Shanti smiled to herself as she watched the female receptionists trying to catch his attention, not missing the envious looks thrown in her direction.

Sridhar was evidently well-known at the hotel. He greeted the concierge and the lobby manager and the guest relations lady by name. He introduced Shanti and they were congratulated warmly. He had told Shanti that this was he came here frequently, when he wanted to get away for a few days and just relax. The check-in formalities were waived and the receptionist handed them their key on a large brass tag.

"Your usual suite, sir," she said with a smile, her eyes devouring him.

"Thank you," Sridhar smiled, flashing his perfect smile. "Is everything ready as I had asked for?"

"Yes, of course, sir. If you need anything, please let me know."

She sounded as if she expected him to call her to spend the night.

"We will, thank you," he said and took Shanti's arm. "Come, Shanti. You're going to love this." He hoisted his large camera bag on his shoulder.

The suite was truly spectacular, with a huge living-sitting-dining area, a fully equipped kitchen, and two bedrooms, one larger than the other. It had a huge balcony overlooking lush tropical gardens that stretched to silver sands and the vastness of the ocean. The furnishings were elegant, quiet and very, very expensive. The bar was fully stocked, there were flowers and fruit everywhere, and a bottle of champagne nestled in its bucket on the balcony with two crystal flutes. A card hung on a thread around the bottle's neck. With our compliments, it said. The champagne was Dom Perignon.

Sridhar smiled.

"It's incredible!" Shanti gasped. "Do you always stay here?"

"Always," said Sridhar with a smile. "Why slum when you can lord?"

He led her to the balcony. The moon rose in a cloudless sky, and they could see the white tops of the waves and hear the wind in the trees and the crash of the surf. The lights glimmered in the huge azure pool.

It was breathtaking. Shanti hugged herself with excitement.

"Happy?" Sridhar murmured, close behind her.

Shanti nodded. She could smell his musky cologne, deep, masculine, erotic. He brushed the back of her neck with his fingertips. Shanti shivered. Her long hair was in thick, single braid down her back and she was dressed in a simple printed *sari*.

Sridhar drew her against him. She nestled against his broad, deep chest. Her groom was incredibly sexy. He put his arms around her. She thought he might touch her breasts. His fingers brushed her arms and her naked midriff and she tensed. Her breasts grew hot and swelled and her rigid nipples ached for his touch.

"Tonight will be special," he murmured as his lips close to her ear.

She turned around in his arms. He pressed his lips chastely to her forehead. Shanti closed her eyes and waited, her lips fluttering expectantly.

The kiss never came. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip.

"You are very lovely," he said, kissing her eyelids.

Shanti's hands slid up his arms. They were thickly muscled. Her fingers rested on the deep swell of his chest.

Sridhar stepped back smoothly, sliding his hands down her arms and locking his fingers in hers, arms stretched.

"Very lovely and very sexy," he smiled. "Will you do something for me?"

Anything, she said to herself, my god, anything, but take me, darling! Take me hard! Her cunt was already tingling in anticipation. She nodded with a bright smile.

"Thank you," he said softly. "Let's go in. I'll tell you what I want you to do."

He took her arm and they moved back to the suite.

"You looked stunning at the wedding," he said with a smile. "You are absolutely devastating, with all the jewelry and everything.

I'd -"

Shanti looked at him and smiled. "You want me to dress up for you?"

He smiled with genuine pleasure. "Yes very much. You don't mind?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly, Sridhar, of course not. Give me ten minutes."

"Thank you," he said with a broad smile.

Shanti was moving away when he pulled her back, close to him, his hands on her bare waist. His fingers were hard and strong and seemed to burn her flesh. She ached to feel his hands on her breasts, in her crotch, at her anus.

"One more thing, if you would," he said. "Dress without any underclothes."

Shanti's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes brightened with excitement. This was very sexy. The man was evidently a master. He planned to fuck her slowly and deeply, to savour every minute, to explore every inch of her being. She nodded breathlessly and turned away, her eyes lingering on him. She was used to being fucked, but this was special, very special. This man would make love to her, long and slow possess her as a woman should be taken.

Fifteen minutes later, Shanti stepped out of the dressing room into the master bedroom, looking absolutely ravishing. Her hair was drawn back with a centre parting in a long, single, tasseled braid. Her eyes were rimmed with *kajal*, and she had a *bindi*, but she wore no other makeup. Diamond studs glinted in her earlobes and one nostril. A thin gold necklace and the long black and gold *mangalsutra* hung around her neck. She had dbangd the rich brocade *sari* in the Tamil fashion, with the *pallu* down the front. Her blouse was taut, with a deep V-neck and her breasts jutted out proudly, squeezed together by the tight material to form a sexy cleavage. She had worn the *sari* low, below her navel, and her midriff was bare. Gold bangles tinkled on her wrists, and she wore rings on two fingers of each hand and on the second toe of each foot. Sexy gold anklets drooped around her slender ankles.

Her eyes flicked to the bed and the smile died on her lips. Sridhar had set up a battery of video and still cameras around the bed. He was fiddling with the controls of a monitor on a laptop computer wired to the cameras. At the sound of her step, he looked over his shoulder and turned.

"There you are. Good." He studied her and his mouth fell open. "My god, you're stunning!"

He saw her looking at the video equipment clustered around the bed and chuckled softly at her bewildered expression.

"That's the other thing," he said, delight in his voice. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention it. I want to preserve this forever, for posterity."

He moved forward, languidly unbuttoning his shirt. As he neared her, he pulled it out of his jeans and flung it aside. For a minute, he stood before, smiling down at her, arms akimbo. Shanti looked at his handsome face and her eyes slid down over his torso. She couldn't help the sudden intake of breath. She felt a ripple of naked lust: her breasts swelled and her nipples stiffened and her cunt tingled in anticipation.

Sridhar's body was like a piece of sculpture. The torso was smooth-skinned and hairless, in a sharply tapering V from the sprawling shoulders to the narrow, high hips. His chest was deep and broad with a thick cleft between the slab-like pectorals. His belly was hard and flat, paved with strong, square muscles. His skin was stretched taut over the mighty musculature and was almost translucent: she could see the fine tracery of veins under it. His sharp nipples were set in small aureoles pulled low and far on either side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit. He was devastatingly sexy.

Shanti felt a frisson of excitement sweep through her. The thought of this demi-god fucking her, and filming it all as well, was incredibly erotic. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her. He pulled off his belt. His fingers opened the clasp of his jeans. Her eyes swept down to his belly, and he chuckled dryly. His eyes boring into her face, he stretched his arm and picked up a plastic bag from the bed and turning it upside down, shook out the contents.

Shanti's head turned and she gasped in shock. Her eyes whipped back to Sridhar. Suddenly his face was cold and still, his eyes dark and flat.

"Have you been fucked by other men after we met?"

The quiet words stung like a whiplash. Shanti gasped and recoiled, eyes wide.

"Have you?" There was a sudden malevolence in his eyes that terrified her.

He repeated the question and now there was a distinct threat of violence. Shanti stared at him dumbly. Suddenly, his hand whipped at her face and Shanti cried out, her head jerking sideways. The blow wasn't hard, but it stung.