09-01-2019, 02:50 PM
"Answer me!" he rasped.
Not looking at him, Shanti nodded, cringing from another slap.
"How often?"
Again, she didn't respond immediately and this time he hit her harder. Shanti cried out, tears streaking her face.
"How often?"
"I don't know," she sobbed softly. "I don't know!"
"What does that mean?" he snarled, gripping her face and turning it to his. "What does that mean? Once? Twice? More than that?"
"More!" she moaned. "More than twice."
"With the same man? Or was there more than one?"
"More - more than one -"
She was cringing, expecting another blow. Instead, she heard him chuckle softly. His fingers loosened their grip and he touched her chin gently.
"Good," he said, his eyes dancing. "That's better. Whatever the answer, I must have it. Never disobey me. Do you understand?"
He released her and stepped back. "Now, listen carefully. I know what you expect. I'm sorry, but it is not to be." He nodded as she looked up in horror. "That's right. I will not sleep with you. Not tonight. Not ever."
Shanti could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at him aghast, her ears burning. He went on in his quiet, smooth voice.
"Sex, as you know it, or have experienced it with other men - and you will tell me about your experience or experiences when I wish to hear them - is not something we will share. Never. Get it?"
She opened her mouth in protest, but he went on. "There will be no kissing. No fondling. No foreplay and most certainly no copulation. Your cunt will never - never, you understand? - feel my prick. Nor your mouth or hands or any other part of you."
"I - I don't understand!" she cried, her mind whirling.
"Don't understand? What is there not to understand? It's quite simple, really. Let me put it in a language you may follow. I will not fuck you. Ever. I think you should be able to follow that now."
"But why?" Shanti cried. "Why are you doing this? Is there - is there someone else? Another woman?"
Sridhar smiled. "To answer your last question first, Shanti," he said dispassionately. "There is no one 'other woman'. There are other women, or have been. Frequently. Now, if you satisfy me, you will suffice, at least for the time being. There may be others, if I choose."
"But - but how do I satisfy you if - if -"
Sridhar laughed in her face. "As all the others have. In exactly the same way. Like all the other whores I've paid for. As they did."
She stared at him uncomprehending. "I - I don't understand -"
"No, I don't expect you to. I don't expect anyone to."
"What - what do you want, then Sridhar? How - how do I -?"
"I like to watch."
"What?"
"I like to watch. It turns me on to watch a couple fucking. I like seeing it live, or in films. For years, I watched one blue film after the other constantly. After a point, they're boring, not really exciting enough. Fortunately, I have an electronics company and we make or import the latest in audio-visual equipment. So I decided to make my own films. I make extremely sexy films. And I watch them. Again and again. When I get bored, I make new ones. Ihave an enormous library. Over three hundred tapes."
"But don't you - don't you want to -?"
He smiled thinly. "No. I prefer to masturbate, repeatedly and I can come again and again without effort. I find it exhilarating."
Shanti took a deep breath. "Well," she said quietly. "Good for you, then Sridhar. And goodbye. I don't want this. Live with your quirks. I won't."
She turned away and headed for the bathroom.
"You're making a mistake."
She turned anger in her eyes. "I don't think so."
"Perhaps you should see this. It might change your mind."
"Not a chance."
"I think you should consider, Shanti. This could change everything."
He picked up a remote control from the coffee table and thumbed a button. The big colour television set against the wall flickered to life. Shanti gasped. It was one of her films. One she had made for one of Suhas -who may have leaked it or it reached Sridhar through some leak. It was done soon after she had lost her virginity and was the first in which she had the innocence still intact. The sequence on screen showed her thrashing in unfaked passion with an enormously endowed man in an eye-mask.
He was licking her slit. His tongue was thick and heavy and long, almost animal, a bright sexual organ on its own. Shanti lay naked on her back and her head rolled from side to side and her hips heaved and bucked eagerly under his face. Her hands were under her swollen breasts, squeezing the fleshy mounds, tugging at her long, rigid nipples sexily. Her legs were spread, her knees bent, moaning feverishly.
Shanti gaped in dismay and watched her hands roll sensuously over her breasts, then slide down to her lover's head, moving it around between her thighs. Her hips arched, her back bowed, and her body jerked on the bed.
"Where did you get that?" she gasped.
The film was meant strictly for Suhas and only Suhas.
The camera lingered in a long close-up of his tongue in her cunt, curling and flipping through the sodden cunt-flesh, rimmed with damp curling pubic hair, flicking her swollen clitoris furiously with his tongue and his thick lips sucking it, drawing it in and out between his lips. Her lust was evidently unfaked.
"I told you. This is my hobby," Sridhar explained. I found it with Suhas while he was getting me drunk after our engagement and now I'd be interested to find out what your parents or friends would think if they should chance to see something like this. Personally, I think it's wonderful. You agree?"
He turned up the volume. Shanti heard herself moan and gasp obscenely as the man slid up and worked her breasts and nipples with his tongue. She arched her back, squeezing her breast into his mouth. His large, white teeth tugged on one as he pinched the other, and then he rapped his tongue rapidly across her nipple. Shanti groaned and arched, her hand pumping his cock.
"I want to suck your cock," she heard herself say. "Let me suck you."
The man moved up and squeezed his thick, dark penis between her breasts, fucking them slowly, raking her nipples down his shaft. Her lips fluttered, questing for his cock-head and, with a dry chuckle, he knelt over her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked his penis hungrily, her head rocking up and down between his thighs. His bloated penis distended her face. She licked the gorged cock-head lasciviously, winding her tongue round and round the slimy bulge, her fingers deftly working his balls. The man's hips pumped gently, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth and then he turned around and they went into a sixty-nine. The camera retreated to a mid-shot of their bodies writhing together, then moved seamlessly into a series of alternating cuts between his tongue in her cunt and his penis in her mouth.
After several minutes, the man got up, licking his moist lips. Turning her on her side, he knelt behind her buttocks, lifted her upper leg high and wide and squeezed his ten-inch penis deep into her cunt. Shanti's body twisted and writhed and her face contorted, in detailed close- up, a vision of naked lust. The man began to fuck her, in time to a cleverly syncopated, pulsating soundtrack rhythm, plunging his cock in and out of her cunt. Shanti watched as the man's rocking grew faster and remembered how wonderful it felt.
"I got it a little after the marriage was fixed," Sridhar said. "You have no idea how relieved I was to find that I was engaged to a rutting whore. You must know that the only reason I consented to marriage was to please my family and get them off my back. This was an added bonus. I have no regrets."
"Put it off. Please."
"Why?" he laughed. "I like the next bit best. Where he fucks you doggie-style, the camera work and editing are pure genius. You must tell me where to get more of these."
"Sridhar. Please."
On screen, Shanti saw the big man push her on her front on all fours. He dropped in a low squat behind her and, holding his thick black cock in his hand, squeezed it through her buttocks into her cunt in one long rush. The film snapped to a shot of her face, arched, riven with lust, her mouth wide, her eyes hooded, her body lurching forward, then cut to a shot of his enormous penis driving in and in and in, disappearing inexorably into her flesh. It cut back to her face, and her voice came through the background music.
"OHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh god!"
"Take it! Take it, whore! Take it all!" the man cried, forcing himself deeper into her.
"Ohhhhh yes! Yes! It feels so good! Fuck my cunt, baby! Fuck me hard!"
The film snapped back to a close-up of the monstrously distended penis grinding and rasping and squelching methodically in and out of her cunt. The huge lance glistened with their juices, and Shanti could see the thick, hard veins along its length. They had scbangd and mashed her inflamed clitoris relentlessly till she was dizzy with pure joy. The dark penis appeared and disappeared between the curves of her buttocks and the shot dissolved into an even tighter close-up. Shanti's cunt filled the screen, and she could see the man's heavy, hairy balls squeezing against her buttocks and cunt-lips, the thick shaft scrunching and grinding and pushing greedily through her cunt-lips, spread wide in eager welcome by her clawed fingers, surging into the sodden cunt-flesh within. The close-up was pin-sharp and she could see the small, dark hairs of her cunt, damp and curled inward.
On the screen as they continuously watched the man's buttocks flexed and un-flexed, his puckered anus winking at the camera as his penis burrowed and squeezed relentlessly in and out of her flesh. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and she saw her finger cupping and squeezing them eagerly.
Not looking at him, Shanti nodded, cringing from another slap.
"How often?"
Again, she didn't respond immediately and this time he hit her harder. Shanti cried out, tears streaking her face.
"How often?"
"I don't know," she sobbed softly. "I don't know!"
"What does that mean?" he snarled, gripping her face and turning it to his. "What does that mean? Once? Twice? More than that?"
"More!" she moaned. "More than twice."
"With the same man? Or was there more than one?"
"More - more than one -"
She was cringing, expecting another blow. Instead, she heard him chuckle softly. His fingers loosened their grip and he touched her chin gently.
"Good," he said, his eyes dancing. "That's better. Whatever the answer, I must have it. Never disobey me. Do you understand?"
He released her and stepped back. "Now, listen carefully. I know what you expect. I'm sorry, but it is not to be." He nodded as she looked up in horror. "That's right. I will not sleep with you. Not tonight. Not ever."
Shanti could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at him aghast, her ears burning. He went on in his quiet, smooth voice.
"Sex, as you know it, or have experienced it with other men - and you will tell me about your experience or experiences when I wish to hear them - is not something we will share. Never. Get it?"
She opened her mouth in protest, but he went on. "There will be no kissing. No fondling. No foreplay and most certainly no copulation. Your cunt will never - never, you understand? - feel my prick. Nor your mouth or hands or any other part of you."
"I - I don't understand!" she cried, her mind whirling.
"Don't understand? What is there not to understand? It's quite simple, really. Let me put it in a language you may follow. I will not fuck you. Ever. I think you should be able to follow that now."
"But why?" Shanti cried. "Why are you doing this? Is there - is there someone else? Another woman?"
Sridhar smiled. "To answer your last question first, Shanti," he said dispassionately. "There is no one 'other woman'. There are other women, or have been. Frequently. Now, if you satisfy me, you will suffice, at least for the time being. There may be others, if I choose."
"But - but how do I satisfy you if - if -"
Sridhar laughed in her face. "As all the others have. In exactly the same way. Like all the other whores I've paid for. As they did."
She stared at him uncomprehending. "I - I don't understand -"
"No, I don't expect you to. I don't expect anyone to."
"What - what do you want, then Sridhar? How - how do I -?"
"I like to watch."
"What?"
"I like to watch. It turns me on to watch a couple fucking. I like seeing it live, or in films. For years, I watched one blue film after the other constantly. After a point, they're boring, not really exciting enough. Fortunately, I have an electronics company and we make or import the latest in audio-visual equipment. So I decided to make my own films. I make extremely sexy films. And I watch them. Again and again. When I get bored, I make new ones. Ihave an enormous library. Over three hundred tapes."
"But don't you - don't you want to -?"
He smiled thinly. "No. I prefer to masturbate, repeatedly and I can come again and again without effort. I find it exhilarating."
Shanti took a deep breath. "Well," she said quietly. "Good for you, then Sridhar. And goodbye. I don't want this. Live with your quirks. I won't."
She turned away and headed for the bathroom.
"You're making a mistake."
She turned anger in her eyes. "I don't think so."
"Perhaps you should see this. It might change your mind."
"Not a chance."
"I think you should consider, Shanti. This could change everything."
He picked up a remote control from the coffee table and thumbed a button. The big colour television set against the wall flickered to life. Shanti gasped. It was one of her films. One she had made for one of Suhas -who may have leaked it or it reached Sridhar through some leak. It was done soon after she had lost her virginity and was the first in which she had the innocence still intact. The sequence on screen showed her thrashing in unfaked passion with an enormously endowed man in an eye-mask.
He was licking her slit. His tongue was thick and heavy and long, almost animal, a bright sexual organ on its own. Shanti lay naked on her back and her head rolled from side to side and her hips heaved and bucked eagerly under his face. Her hands were under her swollen breasts, squeezing the fleshy mounds, tugging at her long, rigid nipples sexily. Her legs were spread, her knees bent, moaning feverishly.
Shanti gaped in dismay and watched her hands roll sensuously over her breasts, then slide down to her lover's head, moving it around between her thighs. Her hips arched, her back bowed, and her body jerked on the bed.
"Where did you get that?" she gasped.
The film was meant strictly for Suhas and only Suhas.
The camera lingered in a long close-up of his tongue in her cunt, curling and flipping through the sodden cunt-flesh, rimmed with damp curling pubic hair, flicking her swollen clitoris furiously with his tongue and his thick lips sucking it, drawing it in and out between his lips. Her lust was evidently unfaked.
"I told you. This is my hobby," Sridhar explained. I found it with Suhas while he was getting me drunk after our engagement and now I'd be interested to find out what your parents or friends would think if they should chance to see something like this. Personally, I think it's wonderful. You agree?"
He turned up the volume. Shanti heard herself moan and gasp obscenely as the man slid up and worked her breasts and nipples with his tongue. She arched her back, squeezing her breast into his mouth. His large, white teeth tugged on one as he pinched the other, and then he rapped his tongue rapidly across her nipple. Shanti groaned and arched, her hand pumping his cock.
"I want to suck your cock," she heard herself say. "Let me suck you."
The man moved up and squeezed his thick, dark penis between her breasts, fucking them slowly, raking her nipples down his shaft. Her lips fluttered, questing for his cock-head and, with a dry chuckle, he knelt over her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked his penis hungrily, her head rocking up and down between his thighs. His bloated penis distended her face. She licked the gorged cock-head lasciviously, winding her tongue round and round the slimy bulge, her fingers deftly working his balls. The man's hips pumped gently, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth and then he turned around and they went into a sixty-nine. The camera retreated to a mid-shot of their bodies writhing together, then moved seamlessly into a series of alternating cuts between his tongue in her cunt and his penis in her mouth.
After several minutes, the man got up, licking his moist lips. Turning her on her side, he knelt behind her buttocks, lifted her upper leg high and wide and squeezed his ten-inch penis deep into her cunt. Shanti's body twisted and writhed and her face contorted, in detailed close- up, a vision of naked lust. The man began to fuck her, in time to a cleverly syncopated, pulsating soundtrack rhythm, plunging his cock in and out of her cunt. Shanti watched as the man's rocking grew faster and remembered how wonderful it felt.
"I got it a little after the marriage was fixed," Sridhar said. "You have no idea how relieved I was to find that I was engaged to a rutting whore. You must know that the only reason I consented to marriage was to please my family and get them off my back. This was an added bonus. I have no regrets."
"Put it off. Please."
"Why?" he laughed. "I like the next bit best. Where he fucks you doggie-style, the camera work and editing are pure genius. You must tell me where to get more of these."
"Sridhar. Please."
On screen, Shanti saw the big man push her on her front on all fours. He dropped in a low squat behind her and, holding his thick black cock in his hand, squeezed it through her buttocks into her cunt in one long rush. The film snapped to a shot of her face, arched, riven with lust, her mouth wide, her eyes hooded, her body lurching forward, then cut to a shot of his enormous penis driving in and in and in, disappearing inexorably into her flesh. It cut back to her face, and her voice came through the background music.
"OHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh god!"
"Take it! Take it, whore! Take it all!" the man cried, forcing himself deeper into her.
"Ohhhhh yes! Yes! It feels so good! Fuck my cunt, baby! Fuck me hard!"
The film snapped back to a close-up of the monstrously distended penis grinding and rasping and squelching methodically in and out of her cunt. The huge lance glistened with their juices, and Shanti could see the thick, hard veins along its length. They had scbangd and mashed her inflamed clitoris relentlessly till she was dizzy with pure joy. The dark penis appeared and disappeared between the curves of her buttocks and the shot dissolved into an even tighter close-up. Shanti's cunt filled the screen, and she could see the man's heavy, hairy balls squeezing against her buttocks and cunt-lips, the thick shaft scrunching and grinding and pushing greedily through her cunt-lips, spread wide in eager welcome by her clawed fingers, surging into the sodden cunt-flesh within. The close-up was pin-sharp and she could see the small, dark hairs of her cunt, damp and curled inward.
On the screen as they continuously watched the man's buttocks flexed and un-flexed, his puckered anus winking at the camera as his penis burrowed and squeezed relentlessly in and out of her flesh. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and she saw her finger cupping and squeezing them eagerly.
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