11-01-2019, 02:47 PM
Shanti as Concubine Ch. 02
The Escort stuff had taken off- and darling Shanti was on to a fabulous start. She had her strings of learning and series of new things to go by – and of course Kamesh taught her a lot – most of it to do with salivating on a cock and raising the tempo in a client while using the tongue on the balls – scrotum- the most erotically sensitive part of a man.
She was now on her way to Delhi – Kamesh was insistent that she visits Delhi – and this time not as Someone's concubine but as a paid escort from the Resort. The night she reached was a memorable one and Kamesh took her on a long trip of sensual experience of a different kind and just did not leave a single moment with her.
She was his obsession and still continued. He was just preparing her for the following day – she was to serve a very important client of Promolite – Vivek Suri – Expat – head of business at a very important concern in Gurgaon. He was in India for sometime and was identified as a very influential person for Promolite.
Shanti dressed for the kill. She made her self really exotic and alluring – she divided her hair into two separate plaits like a college girl and wore a shimmering light green colored over the waist down to the knees gown. The dress was excellently made for the occasion and it clung to the body. And since it clung to the body – she did not wear a panty and just a bra.
The night in the five star hotel was cool and the handsome man Vivek stirred in his sleep. The midsummer night was warm and humid. The slowly creaking exhaust fan in the bathroom barely moved with the Air conditioning taking care of the temperature which was pretty high for Delhi in the month of May at around 45 degrees Celsius. On the bed it looked like – the man had been pretty active even before she had arrived.
The bed sheets were flung back. In the soft light from the slumbering city streets beyond the window, the man's bronzed, naked body glistened lightly with sweat.
In his mid-forties, he was astonishingly, almost impossibly, good-looking and his features even and regular, utterly masculine. He was clean-shaven, with firm hollows in his cheeks, and had a square, hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin with his aquiline nose, slightly hooked, adding to his aura of power.
His hair was thick and strays of grey, especially at the temples and his mouth was wide and firm. His eyes were set in deep color they were powerful with an animal's sensual ferocity.
With the body superb, sculpted like a Greek God where the neck was powerful but not squat, and led to sprawling broad shoulders with thick sinewy muscles. The chest spread wide and deeply cleaved, like two slabs of rock.
His torso, smooth and hairless, with even the armpits shaved, in a stunning V from his shoulders to his hips. The bronzed skin was smooth and clear, stretched taut over his frame.
His buttocks were exquisitely small and taut.
Between his powerfully muscled thighs, his penis curves limply over his heavy balls. His cock was enormous; even in its flaccid mood and it was at least eight inches long and an inch and a half thick. His pubic hair- short and springy sprayed with grey.
Shanti was sitting beside the man and was studying his beautiful body – in her sexy and extremely exciting shimmering gown.
He would have liked her to be as naked but even otherwise she looked very lovely, as if in the full bloom of youth.
He knew all about her – a woman who just a few months ago was an extremely pious chaste person and would not think of sex even during the most of the outrageous moments.
Shanti's recent training had managed to hide her age brilliantly. The 30+ woman was looking not more than 20-23years of age and looked very sexy.
She was looking extremely slender and the texture with her looks being dusky, she had an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, mascara rimmed eyes.
Her skin was extremely was smooth, sensual and oozed sexy and her mouth looked sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw were beautifully sculpted and firm. The best part of sex was the dress up of her tresses, her shoulder length hair plaited into two dollops were dark and silky smooth, held by a plain cotton ring on both ends.
She wore small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck. Her breasts - full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples. Her belly firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks with delectable curves.
Her limbs spread slender and well-turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists.
Her fingers and toes shaped long and well-manicured. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and to the client's taste, the pubic area was not shaven.
A thin rivulet of sweat coursed down the client's chest, trickling through the deep cleft between the chests and sliding lower. Slowly, she bent over the man and, pushing her tongue out, lapped the thread of sweat, tracing its downward path. The man murmured and stirred awake. She was tempting him.
"I don't believe it," he mumbles drowsily.
"You better believe it," she whispered.
The man laughs softly. Shanti's face was soft and gentle against his hard chest. She dragged her tongue up his torso, lapping at the tacky flesh and swirled her tongue around his hard nipple. The man sighed in pleasure.
Shanti fastened her lips around his nipple and sucks gently. Her teeth scbangd across the hard knob, and her tongue whipped it gently.
It was a delicate, exquisite feeling. Her fleshy breasts brushed against his body and he slid his hand up and down her back, caressing her tenderly around her anus and slowly puckered the hole, while fondling her pendulous breasts. Slowly, she dragged her lips and tongue across his body to the other nipple. He was totally aroused.
"How about now?" Shanti asked innocently.
His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She looked sexy in the designer shimmering gown with a 'bindi' dotting the middle of her forehead. Now they were very close, their bodies almost touching.
Silently he took her by her slim waist and drew her to him. Her back never failed to give him pleasure with its superb posture and erotically hollowed spine, the smooth skin, like satin, the hollows above the collarbone.
His fingers were warm and strong on the naked flesh of her bare midriff and she felt her innermost being throb with pleasure at this merest of touches. Her breath shortened, and she leaned her forehead against his chest, fighting for control. Even after all this time and her days in Chastity, this man could make her feel like a wanton, desperate slut, craving flesh in flesh.
She slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his massive shoulders.
Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso as, at last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open.
His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her eyes.
Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head, rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers.
His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.
She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender frame, cupping her breasts.
He slid the gown off her knees and ass, unraveling it expertly and amazed at the naked lust in her buttocks. It rustled to her waist and he tugged at the girdle on her navel, letting that, too, and jingle.
She was naked beneath that, her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation. She murmured softly, her eyes closed arms taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe.
Her nipples stiffened through the gown against his chest and she moaned softly when his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness. Her aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers, her body going hot.
Shanti took Vivek's face in her hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women.
Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavor, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled.
Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star.
The Escort stuff had taken off- and darling Shanti was on to a fabulous start. She had her strings of learning and series of new things to go by – and of course Kamesh taught her a lot – most of it to do with salivating on a cock and raising the tempo in a client while using the tongue on the balls – scrotum- the most erotically sensitive part of a man.
She was now on her way to Delhi – Kamesh was insistent that she visits Delhi – and this time not as Someone's concubine but as a paid escort from the Resort. The night she reached was a memorable one and Kamesh took her on a long trip of sensual experience of a different kind and just did not leave a single moment with her.
She was his obsession and still continued. He was just preparing her for the following day – she was to serve a very important client of Promolite – Vivek Suri – Expat – head of business at a very important concern in Gurgaon. He was in India for sometime and was identified as a very influential person for Promolite.
Shanti dressed for the kill. She made her self really exotic and alluring – she divided her hair into two separate plaits like a college girl and wore a shimmering light green colored over the waist down to the knees gown. The dress was excellently made for the occasion and it clung to the body. And since it clung to the body – she did not wear a panty and just a bra.
The night in the five star hotel was cool and the handsome man Vivek stirred in his sleep. The midsummer night was warm and humid. The slowly creaking exhaust fan in the bathroom barely moved with the Air conditioning taking care of the temperature which was pretty high for Delhi in the month of May at around 45 degrees Celsius. On the bed it looked like – the man had been pretty active even before she had arrived.
The bed sheets were flung back. In the soft light from the slumbering city streets beyond the window, the man's bronzed, naked body glistened lightly with sweat.
In his mid-forties, he was astonishingly, almost impossibly, good-looking and his features even and regular, utterly masculine. He was clean-shaven, with firm hollows in his cheeks, and had a square, hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin with his aquiline nose, slightly hooked, adding to his aura of power.
His hair was thick and strays of grey, especially at the temples and his mouth was wide and firm. His eyes were set in deep color they were powerful with an animal's sensual ferocity.
With the body superb, sculpted like a Greek God where the neck was powerful but not squat, and led to sprawling broad shoulders with thick sinewy muscles. The chest spread wide and deeply cleaved, like two slabs of rock.
His torso, smooth and hairless, with even the armpits shaved, in a stunning V from his shoulders to his hips. The bronzed skin was smooth and clear, stretched taut over his frame.
His buttocks were exquisitely small and taut.
Between his powerfully muscled thighs, his penis curves limply over his heavy balls. His cock was enormous; even in its flaccid mood and it was at least eight inches long and an inch and a half thick. His pubic hair- short and springy sprayed with grey.
Shanti was sitting beside the man and was studying his beautiful body – in her sexy and extremely exciting shimmering gown.
He would have liked her to be as naked but even otherwise she looked very lovely, as if in the full bloom of youth.
He knew all about her – a woman who just a few months ago was an extremely pious chaste person and would not think of sex even during the most of the outrageous moments.
Shanti's recent training had managed to hide her age brilliantly. The 30+ woman was looking not more than 20-23years of age and looked very sexy.
She was looking extremely slender and the texture with her looks being dusky, she had an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, mascara rimmed eyes.
Her skin was extremely was smooth, sensual and oozed sexy and her mouth looked sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw were beautifully sculpted and firm. The best part of sex was the dress up of her tresses, her shoulder length hair plaited into two dollops were dark and silky smooth, held by a plain cotton ring on both ends.
She wore small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck. Her breasts - full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples. Her belly firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks with delectable curves.
Her limbs spread slender and well-turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists.
Her fingers and toes shaped long and well-manicured. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and to the client's taste, the pubic area was not shaven.
A thin rivulet of sweat coursed down the client's chest, trickling through the deep cleft between the chests and sliding lower. Slowly, she bent over the man and, pushing her tongue out, lapped the thread of sweat, tracing its downward path. The man murmured and stirred awake. She was tempting him.
"I don't believe it," he mumbles drowsily.
"You better believe it," she whispered.
The man laughs softly. Shanti's face was soft and gentle against his hard chest. She dragged her tongue up his torso, lapping at the tacky flesh and swirled her tongue around his hard nipple. The man sighed in pleasure.
Shanti fastened her lips around his nipple and sucks gently. Her teeth scbangd across the hard knob, and her tongue whipped it gently.
It was a delicate, exquisite feeling. Her fleshy breasts brushed against his body and he slid his hand up and down her back, caressing her tenderly around her anus and slowly puckered the hole, while fondling her pendulous breasts. Slowly, she dragged her lips and tongue across his body to the other nipple. He was totally aroused.
"How about now?" Shanti asked innocently.
His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She looked sexy in the designer shimmering gown with a 'bindi' dotting the middle of her forehead. Now they were very close, their bodies almost touching.
Silently he took her by her slim waist and drew her to him. Her back never failed to give him pleasure with its superb posture and erotically hollowed spine, the smooth skin, like satin, the hollows above the collarbone.
His fingers were warm and strong on the naked flesh of her bare midriff and she felt her innermost being throb with pleasure at this merest of touches. Her breath shortened, and she leaned her forehead against his chest, fighting for control. Even after all this time and her days in Chastity, this man could make her feel like a wanton, desperate slut, craving flesh in flesh.
She slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his massive shoulders.
Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso as, at last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open.
His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her eyes.
Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head, rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers.
His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.
She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender frame, cupping her breasts.
He slid the gown off her knees and ass, unraveling it expertly and amazed at the naked lust in her buttocks. It rustled to her waist and he tugged at the girdle on her navel, letting that, too, and jingle.
She was naked beneath that, her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation. She murmured softly, her eyes closed arms taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe.
Her nipples stiffened through the gown against his chest and she moaned softly when his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness. Her aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers, her body going hot.
Shanti took Vivek's face in her hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women.
Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavor, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled.
Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star.
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