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"Yup. All done," Arun grinned. "You can start fucking her now."

The inspector laughed and pushed Kavita onto her back on the bed. He bent over her, between her thighs.

She spread them wide, her eyes glittering with lust and arched herself wantonly under him.

"Come on," she moaned. "Fuck me -- fuck me hard!"

The inspector chuckled and pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips. It was huge and Kavita tensed. He paused, bent over her on his arms.

With a loud, shuddering cry, the inspector flexed his buttocks and slammed his hips forward.

His penis rammed into Kavita's cunt and she cried out, her face twisting in agony and joy, her back arching, the breath whooshing from her throat.

The huge cock disappeared into her flesh. Flashes popped frantically.

"Like it?" the inspector snarled in her ear. "Say you like it, whore!"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! It's wonderful! Ohhhh yes -- it's so big -- yes -- fuck me -- fuck me hard -- please -- fuck me!"

"My name's Karan -- call my name, bitch!"

"Karan! Fuck me! Fuck me, Karan!"

"Yeh! That's better! Say it again!"

"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck me, Karan! Fuck me like a whore!"

Karan flung his head back and laughed. "Then take it, bitch! Take it!"

He lifted his hips, moving his cock outward and then rammed it back in again savagely. Kavita cried out, her face contorting, her body arching and twisting and bowing under his.

"Say it!" he bellowed. "Keep saying you want it, whore, keep talking!"

"Ohhhh yes!" she sobbed, her breathing ragged and staccato. "Fuck me -- fuck me -- fuck me Karan -- keep fucking me -- hard – like this -- Ohhh yes! yes! Unhhh! OHHHHHHHH!"

Chortling and laughing, the inspector ram-fucked Kavita's cunt as Avinash watched in horrified fascination.

His hips swung up and down, up and down. His cock crushed into her cunt again and again, ramming and reaming in deeply, pistoning violently up and down and in and out of her cunt.

Kavita gasped and cried out loudly, her body jerking and thrashing on the bed, snapping up and down with his thrusts. Her breasts jiggled violently and she squeezed them in her hands in frenzied excitement.

Her hips bucked and lurched under his. Her cries were loud and utterly obscene, with no hint of make believe.

"Ohhhh god oh god ohgodohgodyesfuckmefuckmefuckmeOhhhhhhyes Karan yes Ohhhh unhhhh Ohhh Oh OH OH OH Karan-Karan-Karan-K-UHHHH-RUHHHHHHNYES!" she went.

"Yeh! Take it! Take it! Take it!" he grunted, slamming his hips back and forth between her forked thighs.

Incredulously, Avinash saw Kavita orgasming, her body arching sharply under his. She scrabbled at his tunic, tearing it open, kissed him feverishly, squeezing his bulging biceps in a frenzy, clenching his buttocks, pulling his head down to hers and kissing him like a lover.

Her orgasmed reached a crescendo and the inspector stroked furiously in and out of her cunt, making her gasp and groan. As her climax ebbed, he slowed his motions.

"Fuck, she's incredible!" Santosh, the camera assistant gasped in awe.

All of them looked impressed, even Sheela. Avinash looked up at her and saw the lust glittering in her eyes. She was a sexy woman with a fine-featured, oval face, large eyes and a long neck and a knockout figure.

Her nose was slim and straight and her mouth was soft and full. She had a firm chin. She had undone her tunic and pulled it open and her hands were over her large, firm breasts,
caressing them erotically.

Her nipples were long and stiff. As he watched, she unbuckled her trousers and stepped out of them. Her buttocks were firm and strong and her cunt was a neatly trimmed dark delta, glistening with moisture.

Watching the two on the bed, she stepped across to a chair against the far wall. Avinash watched as she flung herself into it. Spreading her legs, she started masturbating slowly. Avinash flicked a glance at the cameramen.

Santosh was grinning. He motioned to Arun, who smiled and one of them turned a camera on her. Sheela spread her legs wider still for the camera and smiled seductively, spreading her cunt-lips open.

Avinash could see the stiff stem of her clitoris in her shapely fingers. She rubbed it erotically with a circular motion of her fingertip, her other hand squeezing her lovely breasts. She was very sexy.

Karan chuckled and Avinash's eyes jumped back to the bed. The inspector was grinning at his colleague on the chair, as he continued fucking Kavita slowly and heavily.

She groaned and whimpered deliriously under him, moaning a litany of obscenities.

"Ohhh yes -- yes -- Ohhh god Karan -- yes -- that's so good -- fuck me, baby -- fuck me!"

"Want your cunt licked, bitch?" he said loudly.

"Yes -- yes -- tongue-fuck me -- please -- do it!" she gasped.

Karan laughed and slid smoothly out of her. He motioned to the two gasping, masturbating constables and they moved forward.

"Lick her cunt, Laxman," he ordered. "I'm gonna fuck her mouth some more. You can fuck her later. All of you. Mukesh, I think madam wants her slit licked, too. Do it."

"No, I want him," Sheela groaned from the chair, nodding to Avinash.

"Later," Karan barked. "You can have him later. I want him to watch his broad getting some real fucking."

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Sheela didn't argue. Avinash moaned in despair and watched, transfixed, as Karan moved up to kneel over his lover's face, pushing his cock into her mouth, while the constable thrust his face into her crotch.

The cameramen split forces, one of them filming the action on the bed, the other following Mukesh, who was on his knees before Sheela, his face between her thighs.

Sheela moaned and gasped and smiled in pleasure as the constable shoved his tongue into her cunt. She clenched his head and moved it round and round between her thighs.

"Yeh -- ohhh yes -- lick it, boy -- lick my cunt -- Ohhh yes!" she moaned.

On the bed, the other constable was greedily lapping at Kavita's cunt, his thick tongue roving in her cunt-flesh, rippling up and down her crack.

She spread her legs wide open for him while her head rocked rapidly up and down between the inspector's thighs, her face distended with his penis.

The constable slid a finger into her slit and started masturbating her.

"Use the baton," Karan grunted without turning his face. "Fuck her with the nightstick."

The constable grinned and reached for the wooden club. It was slim and smooth. He pressed it into her cunt and slowly squeezed it inward.

Kavita gagged on Karan's cock, making him laugh, and her hips jerked upward in a frenzy. The constable masturbated her with it, and then thrust his face into her crotch again, licking her slit at the same time.

Kavita writhed on the bed, whimpering deep in her throat. Her hips jerked up and down in excitement.

Avinash heard a sharp gasp and his head spun around and he saw that Sheela was sucking Mukesh's penis hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs.

The constable groaned, then chuckled and, regaining control, started fucking his superior's face steadily, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head back and forth with one hand.

"Mmm -- nice -- real nice, ma'am -- suck it -- suck it like a whore, ma'am -- yeh -- like that -- ohh yes -- suck it good, ma'am-bitch-whore -- Ohh yes --"

"Okay, bitch, enough. Time for some more fucking."

On the bed, Karan elbowed the constable away and moved off Kavita's face. She moaned softly, her lips glistening with his pre-cum gunk, her eyes shining with desire.

He grinned and squeezed her breasts.

"Nice tits," he said. "Good piece of ass. Okay, bitch. On your front."

He rolled her over onto her front on her hands and knees. Kavita swayed erotically before him like a wanton slut.

"Take me," she gasped in a heavy, lust-laden voice over her shoulder, one hand between her legs, opening her cunt-lips for him. "Take me hard, Karan -- fuck my slit again!"

"Or your ass? Like lover-boy there likes to do?" he sneered.

"Or my ass -- if you like -- whatever -- you choose -- but – do something -- fuck me!"

The men laughed.

"Got us a real hot number here, sir," said Laxman. "The best yet."

"Yeah. And that's saying a lot," Karan chortled. "Okay, whore. Your cunt now. Ass later."

Kavita nodded and he knelt behind her and squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. She moaned as it surged into her flesh.

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Arun dropped to his knees and zoomed in to a close-up of Karan's penis squeezing between the curves of her buttocks and vanishing into the hair-rimmed V of her cunt.

Kavita gasped sharply, her head arching and rocked forward under the inspector, falling forward onto her forearms.

He gripped her hips, flexed his buttocks and pushed his cock deeper into her cunt, till his thighs were at her buttocks, his balls pressed to her cunt-lips. Her hips writhed eagerly under his.

"Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Ohhh god yes, Karan, yes -- that's so good -- now fuck me hard, Karan -- fuck me hard!"

Karan grinned and squeezed her swollen, pendulous breasts. She groaned softly. He started fucking her slowly and heavily, moving his hips in tight little circles so that his penis entered her cunt from all angles.

Kavita whimpered delirious obscenities, her hips gyrating with his. His cock went in and out of her, appearing and disappearing alternating, glistening with their coital fluids.

"Harder!" she cried. "Fuck me harder! Come on Karan, fuck me!"

The inspector grunted and began rocking his hips back and forth in a steadily quickening tempo. Kavita gasped, rocking and lurching and jerking under him, her breasts jiggling.

Faster and faster he went and her cries grew sharper and shriller. He flung his head back and gasped, his hips rocking rapidly back and forth, his cock now ramming and reaming into her tight cunt, driving in all the way, sliding out, crushing down into her cunt-flesh again.

Faster still, and his thighs slapped audibly against her buttocks. He squeezed her buttocks and breasts in a frenzy, and she swayed and rocked under him, begging for more.

She came again and he gasped, wincing at the pressure of her cunt and slowed to a deep,
spiralling, skewering action.

"Now," he gasped, suddenly jerking out of her and pressing his cock-head to her anus. "I want your ass, whore! I wanna cum in your ass!"

Kavita moaned, gasping, her chest heaving and leaned steeply forward with her face on its side on the bed, her hips raised high.

He clawed her buttocks open and pressed his cock-head to her anus and, flexing his buttocks, eased his hips forward.

Avinash watched in horror as the enormous penis disappeared into his girlfriend's anus, inching inward. Kavita moaned in pure pleasure, her face contorting with lust.

Karan gasped, his head flung back, his belly sucked in, his muscles rippling with tension as he buried his penis in her ass.

"Ohh! Ohh! OH! OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Oh god yes! Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH uhh oh god uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh AHHHHH!"

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" the inspector gasped.

He sodomised Kavita slowly and heavily, pushing his cock deeply in and out of her anus for several minutes, gradually building up speed till he had hit a steady, rocking rhythm.

She gasped and cried out in lust under him, her face screwed up, whimpering obscene encouragement to her new found lover, begging for more.

She came again and now Karan, too, was sated. He stroked smoothly in and out of her anus for a few minutes and then, growling and gasping with pleasure, rocked deep into her ass and stiffened.

Avinash saw his hard buttocks twitching, his hips grinding at her buttocks as he emptied himself into her asshole.

Kavita whimpered happily, writhing in joy under him, pressing her buttocks hard against him. He squeezed her breasts and slowly slid out.

"Fuck, that was good," he panted, grinning. "Okay, Laxman, Mukesh. You can have her now. Fuck her well."

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While Kavita was being thoroughly fucked on the bed, Mukesh had gone back to licking Sheela's slit for some time.

After a bit, she sucked his cock again, while they waited for Karan to finish. Now Mukesh pulled away from her.

"Later," he said. "Gonna fuck your brains out later, whore!"

She smiled wantonly in spite of the insolence of her subordinate. Obviously, once they were out of uniform, rank counted for nothing.

Sauntering across the room, Karan rummaged in his tunic pocket and found a packet of imported cigarettes.

He lit one and blew out a thin stream of smoke and winked broadly at Avinash with a leer.

"Fuckin' A, man," he said. "Awesome fuck. Best in a long time."

Avinash stared at him, his face white with shock. Karan laughed at his expression and nodded to the bed.

"Keep watching, stud," he said. "You're going to see a hell of a lot of fucking. That girlfriend of yours is going to be fucked like you won't believe.

Going to be a long, long time before we're done, my friend. That I promise you."

Avinash moaned softly and began to cry. Karan laughed and turned away. Avinash felt a hand under his elbow. It was Sheela.

She pulled him to his feet gently and kissed him with surprising tenderness. Her tongue snaked between his lips and, pressed to her luscious nakedness, he felt himself stir involuntarily and respond, his lips parting.

"That's better," she whispered, her fingers crawling down his belly to his cock, tugging it gently. "Relax. Let it flow. No one will get hurt. You have my word. Enjoy it."

She pulled him to the chair and he sank into it, his chest heaving with sobs, tears streaming helplessly down his face.

She licked one lasciviously and then bent her head and licked and sucked on his nipple.

"I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock."

Her face slid between his thighs. Avinash groaned as she took his penis in her mouth.

"No," he moaned. "Please -- no -- don't --"

"Relax," she murmured. "Enjoy it."

Avinash noticed with horror that now he, too, was being filmed. He squirmed and tried to pull free, but she would not let him go.

Her tongue and lips worked his penis adroitly, incessantly, hungrily. Despite himself, Avinash felt himself respond and saw the small smile of triumph on her face as his cock quivered and began to swell.

Sheela sucked it greedily, her tongue swirling over the cock-head, pumping the shaft in her fist. Avinash moaned in despair. The two cameramen and Karan grinned at him.

On the bed, the two constables were taking turns fucking Kavita's face. Avinash saw her sucking their cocks one by one with evident relish, licking and slurping audibly, her head rocking back and forth between their thighs.

They grinned happily, pumping their hips back and forth, moving her head with their hands to suit their pleasure, mouthing obscenities.

"Yeh -- suck it -- suck it whore -- suck it good," one of them said.

Her face shining with lust, Kavita pulled both men forward and greedily tried to suck their cocks simultaneously.

The two bulging cock-heads distended her face and Avinash saw her tongue working them feverishly, licking and lapping at them wantonly. Now his own penis was rock-hard and Sheela was sucking it slowly, her head rising and falling over his lap, turning from side to side as she sucked and licked every inch of it.

"Okay guys, fuck her," Karan ordered his constables. "One by one, then together."

Mukesh fucked Kavita first, on her back. His penis was thick and long and his body was stocky and muscular. Kavita gasped sharply and arched under him as he drove into her cunt.

She cried out lustily, kissing him deeply, her hips lurching up to meet his in descent. His enormous penis vanished into her flesh. He bent over her, his hands on her breasts, crushing them savagely and began fucking her rapidly, with hard, furious thrusts that made her body jerk and rock and snap under his.

Faster and faster he went, plunging in and out of her like a dervish, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips hammering up and down.

Kavita cried out loudly and lewdly, thrashing passionately beneath him.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes Mukesh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Mukesh! Yes!"

He fucked her for several minutes and then, just as she brinked at an orgasm, jerked out of her with a gasp and made room for his mate.

Laxman rolled her onto her front and mounted her from behind in a deep squat astride her hips, quickly ramming his bloated, long penis into her cunt.

Kavita gasped, rocking feverishly on her forearms and knees, moaning incessantly. Her body glistened with sex-sweat; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck.

Her breasts jiggled and shook as the constable plundered her cunt, thundering in and out of her cunt with shuddering moans, his cock reaming and slamming in and out, in and out, in and out.

Sheela got to her feet and straddled Avinash's hips, her back to him, her legs outside his. He groaned and again begged her to let him go. She ignored him. His penis was rock-hard, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum gunk and her oral ministrations.

She moved his cock between her thighs and slowly impaled her cunt on his cock-head. Avinash gasped at the heat and warmth and wetness of her cunt. She groaned deeply and flexed her buttocks rapidly, squeezing his penis.

Her hips swirled in tight, erotic circles and she gasped, her hands on her breasts. The cameramen zoomed in to a shot of their loins. Slowly, grinding round and round, she let her hips descend.

Her cunt sank down on Avinash's penis till it was deep in her flesh and then she began moving, rocking unhurriedly up and down on his cock. Avinash moaned softly and, helpless slave to his body, began to move with her. Karan saw it and laughed.

On the bed, the two constables were now fucking Kavita together in her cunt and mouth. Avinash groaned at the sight, watching as she bucked on one man's penis while she sucked the other.

Under her, Laxman grunted and groaned, bucking up and down, tossing her on his cock, squeezing her breasts hard. Kavita's face was turned to one side, buried between Mukesh's strong thighs. The men laughed and called her names.

"Yeh -- take it whore -- take it --," one gasped.

They broke apart and exchanged positions, Mukesh taking her from beneath, her back to him, his finger probing her anus, while Laxman went back to fucking her mouth. Avinash began to think this was all a hideous nightmare.




Waiting for some comments, hope the delay in posting has being substituted by posting today's update.

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The sensations in his loins betrayed him. Sheela's cunt convulsed on his penis and he gasped and arched up under her, his hands flying involuntarily to her breasts, squeezing them hard.

She gasped in joy and moved faster, her buttocks flexing and unflexing, her hips rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his mammoth erection.

Her buttocks bounced off his thighs as she took his penis fully within her flesh.

"Ohhh yes -- yes -- fuck me -- Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!"

Her words echoed Kavita's on the bed. Now the two cops were raiding her cunt and ass together, simultaneously and she was enjoying every minute of it.

"Ohhhh Unhhh OH OH OHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh yes!"

Avinash watched in muted, horrified fascination as the two enormous penises sawed in and out of the adjacent orifices, separated by the merest membrane of flesh.

Kavita rocked back and forth on her hands and knees like a rutting bitch, forcing her cunt down onto Laxman's cock, her ass back onto Mukesh's.

The men grunted and gasped, rocking their hips, forcing their swollen members into her tight cunt and tighter anus with obscene cries of pleasure. Suddenly, Karan jumped onto the bed and thrust his penis at her face.

Kavita moaned softly and took it in her mouth. Avinash closed his eyes.

He gasped at a sudden release of pressure as Sheela lurched off his cock. She flung herself forward on the floor on her hands and knees, her back to him.

"Fuck me -- quickly -- do it!" she cried.

Avinash felt curiously detached, almost as though he were outside himself, watching. He moved off the chair and, kneeling behind her, obediently squeezed his cock into her cunt, flexing his buttocks and pushing in deeper and deeper till he had forced all of it into her. Sheela groaned thickly, lurching and swaying erotically under him.

"Yes!" she groaned. "Oh god yes -- fuck me, baby -- fuck me hard!"

Avinash fucked her slowly and heavily, with punishing, skewering thrusts, pulling out, then ramming deep into her.

She was actually a wonderful piece of ass. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight and it sucked on his cock with a feverish hunger that was sensational. He plunged into her flesh again and again.

"Harder!" she cried. "Harder!"

Avinash squeezed her jiggling, pendulous breasts and looked up at the bed. They were still at it, and now the cops had swapped places: Karan was raiding her bottom, while Mukesh fucked her cunt and Laxman her mouth.

Kavita's body thrashed deliriously between theirs as they moved faster and faster.

As he watched, Karan yielded with a satisfied grunt and chuckle and Laxman abandoned her mouth. Moving behind her, he squeezed his penis between her buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, drove into her anus.

Kavita cried out, her face contorting in a rictus, lust all over her pretty face.

"Ohhhh yes-yes-yes!" she moaned. "That feels so good -- fuck me, guys -- fuck me! Ohhh god yes -- fuck me harder Ohhhh yes -- that's it -- yes!"

She orgasmed repeatedly and, finally, the two cops relented and came, one showering her buttocks and back with his jizz, the other exploding over her breasts and thighs and belly.

Kavita collapsed on the bed, panting and gasping and trembling, her racked, sobbing gasps loud and ragged.

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The two constables got off the bed and, with Karan, moved towards Avinash and Sheela still fucking heavily. Avinash froze.

"Okay, stud. Up. Out. Move." Karan's voice was cold and flat.

Avinash lurched out of Sheela, making her gasp in surprise. He staggered to his feet and backed nervously away.

"Sheela. You're on." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

Sheela groaned and rose unsteadily. She looked at the three men.

"You're going to fuck me. All of you. One by one. Then together. Like her."

They laughed. "Sure thing, bitch," Karan said, squeezing her heavy breasts. "We'll fuck your brains right out, right guys?"

"Yes, sir!" the two constables chorused with huge grins.

"I'm gonna bugger you!" Mukesh chortled.

"You'd better," she retorted, "or I'll have your balls for breakfast."

She moved to the bed with Kavita and, pushing her on her back, kissed her. Avinash moaned and buried his face in his hands. Karan jerked his head back, his hands in his hair.

"Watch them, asshole," he snarled. "Watch your broad do some lesbo stuff! 'Coz after that you're next!"

Avinash cried out in pain, writhing to get free. Karan shoved him away contemptuously.

"Fuckin' wimp," he muttered. "Motherfuckin' wimp."

The constables sneered at him and then all three turned back to the bed, watching in silence. Avinash stared at the two women miserably.

Sheela was licking Kavita's cunt, and Kavita moaned thickly, her hands on Sheela's head, her hips writhing eagerly.

"Yes," she gasped, fondling her swollen breasts. "Oh god yes! Yes! Do it -- lick me -- lick my slit, Sheela -- Ohhhh yes!"

The cameras zoomed in for close-ups of Sheela's sharp, pointed tongue darting lasciviously in and out of Kavita's cunt.

Kavita groaned, lurching and heaving and writhing joyfully. Slowly, Sheela brought her off. They broke apart and went into each other's arms, kissing and squeezing each other's breasts and then it was Kavita's turn and she sucked Sheela's breasts, murmuring in pleasure.

Sheela turned on her front and Kavita bent behind her, and licked her cunt and anus from behind. Sheela turned her face to the camera and smiled lasciviously, running her tongue over her upper lip, fondling her breasts.

"Daisy chain," Karan said.

Instantly, the two constables moved towards the women. Laxman knelt before Sheela and pushed his penis into her mouth.

She began sucking it eagerly, rocking back and forth as Kavita licked her cunt and ass from behind. Mukesh knelt behind Kavita and started fucking her slowly from behind, holding her hips and rocking his cock in and out of her cunt.

On and on they went, the women exchanging positions, the men swapping, grouping and re-grouping without a pause.

Kavita behaved like the others, as though she'd been doing this all her life and was still unable to get enough of it.

She resisted nothing, objected to nothing, and seemed to sense instinctively what was required, and did it without hesitation.

Sheela moved the group apart and picked up the baton. She removed the strap and buckle so that she held a long smooth wooden stem in her hands.

On her hands and knees, she fed one of it into her cunt from behind and backed towards Kavita.

Kavita laughed happily in understanding and promptly took the same position, her back to Sheela.

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Taking the protruding end of the baton, she quickly impaled her cunt on it. Avinash stared in disbelief.

The two women groaned and gasped and lurched back and forth on all fours, their cunts running back and forth and up and down the length of the baton. Their buttocks slapped audibly at each other's.

The two constables laughed and started fucking their mouths. Karan grinned and moved between the two women, pushing his cock between their buttocks so that it was squeezed between the two pairs of buttocks as they crashed together in mounting urgency.

On and on it went, and Avinash could only watch incredulously. Kavita was having the time of her life, her face bright with lust, jerking and rocking hotly back and forth.

The group broke apart and they finished with Karan fucking Kavita again, taking her from behind lying on her side while the two constables fucked Sheela's cunt and mouth together.

"Yes -- yes -- Karan -- fuck me!" Kavita moaned, turning her face back and kissing Karan hungrily and deeply like a lover.

He chortled and squeezed her breasts, his hips pounding at hers, his cock ramming in and out of her cunt. He looked at Avinash over her shoulder.

"Great piece of ass, shitface. Really great. And she loves it when
I fuck her. Doncha cunt?"

"Yes!" Kavita moaned. "You're the best! Ohhh yes!"

Karan cackled with laughter and rolled her over onto her knees and forearms and began fucking her rapidly, pounding in and out of her cunt. She groaned and moaned happily as his penis sawed back and forth, in and out of her flesh.

Avinash saw her orgasm and seconds later, the inspector followed, groaning and burying himself inside and exploding, his hips twitching violently.

Beside them, on the bed, the two constables, now fucking Sheela's cunt and ass together moved faster and faster and faster, tossing her body between theirs, taking her hard and brutally, ramming and reaming into her till they were satisfied.

They took a twenty-minute break, the guys smoking and chatting. Sheela sponged herself and Kavita. Kavita seemed to be asleep.

The cameramen checked their equipment and loaded fresh film. Avinash watched, dazed and numb. They weren't done yet.

Karan roused Kavita, but gently and forced more drugs into her. She gasped and arched, orgasming, and, smiling wantonly, began masturbating dreamily.

The cameras were already rolling and clicking.

"Okay, boyo. Your turn. Fuck her."

Avinash stared at him in disbelief.

"Move it, asshole. Fuck her! Now!"

Avinash froze. One of the cops shoved him forward, Karan shoved him to the bed.

"Fuck her, shitface," he snarled. "Now! Don't stop till I say so, and you fuck her like I say. First, her mouth.

Then lick her slit. Then on her back. Then on top of you. Then from behind in her cunt and ass. Come in her mouth. Got it?"

Avinash stared at him in shock. Karan slapped him, hard.

"Got it, asshole?" he snarled. "Or do you want my guys to fuck your ass instead of hers?"

On the bed, Kavita was smiling wantonly and moaning softly. Her legs were spread wide apart and she was fingering her cunt, rubbing her clitoris rapidly, fondling her breasts.

"Fuck me -- I want to be fucked -- I want to be fucked hard -- like a whore!" she said.

Avinash stood frozen, his head in his hands. Suddenly, he gasped. Kavita had turned around and was sucking his cock, kneeling before him.

The cops chuckled and Karan stepped away from the bed, nodding to the cameramen.

"Hell's bells," Avinash heard him say. "Looks like we landed ourselves one hot number!"

Avinash moaned, his head flung back, his eyes closed. There was nothing he could do. As always, he felt himself responding to the magic of Kavita's lips and tongue.

Despite himself, he gasped in pleasure, succumbing to the degradation.

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She sucked his penis ardently, her head rocking back and forth before him, her tongue working his cock-head cleverly, attempting to prise open his frenum.

The sensation was extraordinary and he groaned. She smiled wickedly up at him and sucked his balls.

"I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock."

Suddenly, Avinash was filled with seething, searing, ice-cold rage. How dare they? How dare she? He was being humiliated, mocked, degraded, used, abused.

The fear and shame and hurt disappeared. He looked down at her coldly, his eyes boring into hers.

She smiled lasciviously, looking at her, wantonly running her tongue over his cock-head, caressing her face with it and murmuring softly. Avinash gripped her head and jammed it forward, stuffing his cock into her face.

Kavita gagged momentarily.

"Enough!" he shouted. "Enough of this shit, whore! You wanna fuck? I'll fuck you! I'll bloody fuck your brains out! Come on! Eat my meat!"

Kavita recovered and he saw her eyes glittering with excitement. She started sucking his penis rapidly, her head jerking back and forth.

"Suck it, bitch! Suck my prick! Suck it good, whore!"

He fucked her mouth furiously for several minutes, rocking his hips back and forth, jerking her head between his legs.

Kavita sucked his penis greedily. He pushed her head away and shoved her on her back. She fell back with a gasp and he jerked her legs open and, grabbing the baton, pushed it between her legs.

She tensed. He glared at her, his eyes red with rage, his chest heaving.

"You wanna fuck, whore? You wanna fuck? Take this!"

He rammed the baton cruelly into her cunt. Kavita screamed, her back snapping upward, her hips jerking, her face contorting, her mouth wide open. Avinash laughed coldly and squeezed her breasts.

He jerked his wrist around, twisting the baton in her cunt. Kavita gasped and arched, her body writhing and jerking uncontrollably.

"Like it? Like it, bitch?" he laughed. "Tell me you like it, whore! Let's hear it!"

"Yes," she moaned thickly, her head flipping from side to side, her thighs trembling, her fingers scrabbling at the counterpane. "Ohhhh yes -- do it! Do it, Avinash! I like it!"

Avinash chuckled, his eyes glinting cruelly. Kneeling between her legs, he rolled the baton round and round between his palms.

It rotated in her cunt. Kavita shrieked, arching and twisting, her arms jerking up to clench the bedstand, her fingers taut.

Her chest heaved, and she cried out. Avinash realised she was enjoying it and he laughed, turning to the others.

"Look at her!" he cried. "Look at the bitch!"

The others watched in silent astonishment. Avinash grinned at their expressions.

"Yeah, she's one helluva lay," he said. "She'll do anything for a fuck. Just loves it. Don't you, cunt?"

"Yes," she panted. "Oh god yes, yes, yes!"

Grinning still, he pulled the baton outward, rammed it into her cunt again, twisting it with a snap of his wrist as it went in.

Kavita cried out, her back bowing taut, her hips juddering and jerking in a frenzy, thrashing and writhing, her head flipping from side to side in delirium.

Avinash laughed and masturbated her furiously, pumping his hands between her thighs, ramming and reaming the baton in and out of her cunt, twisting it round and round.

Her body jerked up and down and back and forth, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his hand- thrusts. Kavita exploded violently, gasping and mewing in pleasure.

Instantly, Avinash jerked the baton out of her cunt and thrust his face between her thighs. Kavita groaned in pleasure, her hands on his head, her hips writhing under his face.

Avinash spread her cunt-lips open and jammed two fingers in her cunt. She groaned, squeezing her breasts erotically.

"Ohhhh -- yes! Lick me!" she gasped. "Lick my slit, lover! Lick my pussy! Ohhhh yes -- that's it -- mmmm -- yeh -- Ohhhh god yes! Shove it in, baby -- put your tongue in -- ahhhh yes -- there! Ohhh yes! Ohhh -- that's so good!"

Avinash grunted and swung his body around in a sixty-nine. Kavita sucked his penis gratefully and he fucked her mouth heavily, his hips rising and falling over her face, while his fingers and tongue worked her cunt.

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She writhed under him, approaching an orgasm again, and he stopped before she could come. Kavita moaned in lust when he rolled off her.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Please -- fuck me!"

Avinash chuckled and, kneeling upright between her legs, pulled her hips upward. Kavita understood and arched her back, supporting her hips with her hands, so that her body was angled downward away from him, her shoulders on the bed, her hips lifted high.

Avinash held her hips and, moved his penis between her thighs, his cock-head at her cunt-lips. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his buttocks and swung his hips savagely forward, ramming his cock into her with a loud cry, his head snapping back.

Kavita cried out, arching and twisting under him as his huge penis burst into her flesh. He gasped as her cunt convulsed on his cock.

"Take it! Take it, whore-bitch! Take it!" he cried.

Avinash started ram-fucking her brutally, hammering his hips back and forth, slamming his penis in and out of her cunt. Kavita gasped and cried out, her face contorting, her head flipping from side to side.

Avinash laughed and rammed in even harder, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging madly back and forth, his penis plunging and pistoning in and out of her cunt.

Her body jerked under his thrusts and her breasts jiggled and wobbled.

"Oh! OH OH OH OHH OHH Avi -- Uhhhhvi -- na -- AHHHHHSH!" she cried feverishly.

"Like it, whore? Like it? Say you like it!" he shouted.

"Ohhh unhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!" she cried.

Avinash grinned at his awed audience. "Yeah, she's one hot number!"

He slowed and lowered her hips to the bed, his cock still in her cunt, and bent over her on his knees, folding her legs upward with his hands on the insides of her thighs.

Her thighs formed a great obtuse V with her pelvis. His head hanging, Avinash flexed his buttocks and drilled into her, sliding his penis in deeply.

Under him Kavita moaned deliriously. He grinned and started fucking her with long, deep, skewering thrusts, rolling his hips savagely in circles, entering her from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh.

His cock appeared and disappeared between her cunt-lips, glistening with their comingled coital juices. Kavita groaned and rocked under him, whimpering in pleasure.

Avinash started moving faster, steadily increasing speed till he was ramming and reaming
furiously in and out of her, his hips swinging madly up and down, back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock pistoning wildly.

She came again, gasping and moaning. Avinash grunted as her cunt spasmed on his cock.

He managed to hold back and, panting with excitement, turned her over onto her front. Kavita moaned and obediently lifted her hips, resting her face on her crossed forearms.

Avinash squatted over her hips and squeezed his penis into her cunt and began fucking her again. He took her unhurriedly and steadily, pumping in and out of her cunt for several minutes and then, pulling out, sodomised her.

She groaned softly as he entered her anus and he laughed and, holding her hips, slid his cock into her ass as far as it would go. Kavita cried out, her face twisting, her fingers scrabbling at the counterpane, moaning her pleasure.

Avinash grinned in pleasure, squeezing her swollen, jiggling, pendulous breasts, running his penis in and out of her asshole, jerking her anus up and down on his cock.

"Take it! Take it whore-bitch! Take my cock you fucking slut!" he cried.

"Yes! Do it -- fuck me, Avinash! Fuck my ass! Ohh yes!" Kavita gasped.

She came again and he groaned, tossing his head back as he felt the fierce convulsions of her flesh on his.

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He jerked out of her and throwing her on her back shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked it obediently and, within seconds, he came.

He gasped and grinned in relief as the heat surged from his loins and spurted in thick hot jets into her mouth and over her face and breasts.

"Good fuck," he muttered and rolled off the bed without a backward glance.

Karan clapped him on the back. "That was great, kid," he said softly. "You did good. Now one more job. Get behind the camera and shoot some footage."

He nodded at the two cameramen who had already dropped their trousers and were moving forward. "Their turn now."

Avinash grinned and nodded. "Sure. Give me a smoke, boss."

"Help yourself," Karan laughed offering him a packet of State Express.

Avinash lit up and moved to the cameramen. They grinned in appreciation and, in the next few minutes, explained to him how the equipment was to be operated.

Avinash had a fascination for all things electronic and the sophisticated gadgetry excited him. He fiddled with the gear.

"Go for it, fellas," he muttered. "Fuck the shit out of that broad."

The two cameramen were slim and wiry with good cocks. Arun was the better looking of the two, with a handsome physique, his torso matted with fine hair.

Santosh was stockier and heavier, but he had a bigger penis, about eight inches long and correspondingly thick.

They stripped off their clothes and got into bed with Kavita. She smiled wantonly at them, lust in every line on her face.

Arun pulled her to her knees and, standing on the bed, started fucking her mouth. Santosh knelt behind her and caressed her body, fondling her breasts and cunt, pressing his cock to her buttocks.

Avinash filmed them steadily, fascinated by the equipment and what he could do with it. It changed the perspective. It was a totally new way of seeing: Disembodied, detached, objective and utterly relentless.

Looking through the viewfinder stripped him of all emotion. The events of the past hour or more had drained him of all feeling.

Now the camera gave him a fresh lease, opened another window, through which he could watch his beloved being used as a cheap whore without being touched by the sight. His response was entirely physical.

It was very sexy, very exciting and he felt his erection growing as he ran the film.

He explored different angles, taking tight close-ups and lingering, fluid pans down their bodies, filling the frame with shots of sweat-slippery flesh, luscious, smooth curves, moist cunt-flesh and glistening, throbbing penises.

He moved around in excitement, watching as the two men fucked her mouth in turn and
then together and then started fucking her simultaneously.

Arun made her back down onto his upright penis and started fucking her rapidly from behind while Santosh fucked her mouth.

Avinash filmed her naked body writhing and lurching between theirs, her swollen, pendulous breasts bouncing and jiggling, Arun's penis plunging in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the smooth curves of her buttocks, while Santosh's penis filled her mouth and distended her face.

He lingered in shots of her breasts in Arun's hands, her rigid nipples pinched in his fingers, his lips hot on the nape of her neck. He dwelt lovingly on the expressions of raw lust on their faces.

They exchanged positions and continued fucking her and they fucked her one by one on her back, then on her front, then with her on top.

Avinash felt disembodied, as if he was outside himself, stripped of all feeling, responding only to the throbbing in his loins submerged and drowning in the impersonal eroticism of pornographic film-making.

They fucked her together again in her cunt and mouth and then, turning her on her side, fucked her cunt and ass together, their swollen, bloated penises sawing furiously in and out of her flesh.

Kavita gasped and rocked between them, kissing one, then the other, mewing her pleasure as her flesh was raided for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

At last, the two men were done. They exploded violently over her body and slowly rolled away with satisfied sighs.

Behind the camera array, Avinash straightened and smiled in pleasure, shutting down the system. The images through the viewfinder were still vivid.

As Kavita curled on the bed, exhausted, panting and moaning, Avinash moved to Sheela and thrust his cock at her face. The others gaped at him. He winked broadly at them. Sheela whimpered and sucked his cock.

Avinash fucked her mouth swiftly and orgasmed within seconds, shooting jizz into her mouth and spattering her face and breasts. Karan laughed.

Avinash stepped back and lit another cigarette. Karan gave him a drink, saying it was whisky.

Another drink was poured for Kavita and, gently, Sheela made her sip it, holding her head in her lap.

The glass slipped from Avinash fingers and rolled across the carpet. He stared at it in dismay. It seemed very far away. He looked around.

The bed seemed to be a mile distant, fuzzy and shimmering. He couldn't see the faces of the others. He squinted and the ceiling swayed over his head.

He couldn't move his hands and legs.

He tried to walk and suddenly the floor heaved and rocked upward and he felt himself falling, falling, falling, and there was a cold darkness crawling up his naked body and engulfing his soul.



[i]End of Part 11

The Demons Of Youth

Will be posting

Part 12

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Avinash woke with a start, his heart pounding, his body streaming with sweat. He sat up, looking around wildly. The nightmare was vivid: He could recall every minute.

He looked around in confusion, his body cold, his stomach churning with horror. He realised that he was in his own room, in his bed. The thick dbangs were drawn. He lurched out of bed and pulled back the curtains.

Bright sunlight streamed in. He winced and squinted, turning away. The clock showed ten o'clock in the morning. His head pounded. He lurched to the bathroom and bent over the sink, splashing water on his face.

For a minute, he stood by the basin, his chest heaving. The bile rose in his mouth and he retched violently. His legs like lead, he staggered back to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

The telephone jangled. Avinash winced and groped for the receiver.

"Avinash, it's me."

"Kavita," he said in response to her hello.

She began crying and he sat up immediately.

"Hey, doll, what's the matter? Why're you crying?" he asked.

She didn't reply.

"Hey, kid. What's up? Come on, tell me!"

"Avinash --"

"What? What?"

"Look outside your door."

"Outside the door? What's outside the door?"

"Go, Avinash. Please."

"Hang on. Be right back."

He dropped the receiver and raced to the door. There was bulky parcel on his threshold, heavily sealed. He picked it up curiously, turning it over in his hand and went back.

"What's this?" he said into the phone.

"Open it."

He turned it over. Except for his name, scrawled in large black letters on the face, there was no indication of its contents or the sender's name. His head bent, holding the receiver between his shoulder and cheek, he ripped the seal open and pulled out the contents.

There was an unlabelled video-cassette and a dozen large colour prints. Avinash froze. The photographs were pin-sharp, beautifully printed on glossy paper.

Kavita and a man.

Kavita and two men.

Kavita and three men.

Kavita and a woman.

Kavita and him.

Him and another woman.

All fucking.

Avinash's heart skipped a beat and the prints fell to the floor.

"What -- what's this?" he gasped into the phone. "Kavita what's this?"

"You tell me."

"I -- I don't know -- when -- how --"

"Oh god, Avinash. What're we going to do? It's us!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said softly, his heart pounding wildly. "This -- this cassette. What's in it? You got one, too?"

"Yes. I think -- see it, Avinash --"

"Oh fuck." He dropped the receiver and rushed to his video and, fumbling with the tape, slotted into the machine and started the unit.

The screen flickered and came to life and he lurched back to the telephone, grabbing it, staring wild-eyed at the screen.

It showed Kavita moaning in lust, fondling herself as she sucked a man's cock. He was one of the men from the photographs. Avinash watched in horror and jabbed the fast forward button on the remote control.

The beautifully shot film showed Kavita being fucked by all the men in the photographs, including him, and five more men, sucking their cocks, taking them in her cunt and mouth and ass, the men coming, Kavita coming, Kavita and the woman writhing together. He groaned loudly.

"Oh my god, Kavita -- who -- who did this -- what -- when -- why?"

"I don't know!" she wailed, crying again. "I don't know! I don't remember!"

Avinash realised that his nightmare was being played out on the screen. He slapped the stop button.

"Hang on, babe," he muttered into the phone. "Just stay where you are. I'm coming across."

"Hurry, Avinash," she sobbed. "Please hurry. I'm so scared!"

Avinash dropped the receiver, swept the photographs into the envelope, ejected the videotape and crammed it in with the photographs.

Within minutes he had washed and changed and, envelope in hand, was racing down the stairs and out onto the street.

He flagged a taxi and, giving the cab-driver another ten rupees, persuaded him to take the inner streets. The car rocketed down towards Kavita's house.

She was alone at home, weeping inconsolably, when he arrived. She clung to him, sobbing and moaning in fear and shame.

Avinash didn't know what to say. She showed him the photographs she'd received. They were different from the ones he'd got.

So was her videotape. Avinash was stunned. How many more of these were around?

The telephone rang and they both jumped. It rang again. They looked at each other uncertainly, at the telephone, ringing insistently. He nodded to her to answer it.

Nervously, Kavita picked up the telephone and mumbled a hello into it. She listened and her face went white, then crumpled and she sank to the floor against the wall, sobbing hysterically. Avinash grabbed the phone.

"Who the fuck is this?" he snarled.

"Gently, gently, my friend," said a smooth, silken voice. "You have received our little gift?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"That is irrelevant, surely."

"Fuck you, asshole!"

The voice laughed softly. "She did. Watch the tape. And it was her ass, not mine, if you look carefully."

"Who are you, damn it?"

"Let's just say I'm one of the men who -- shall we say – knew your girlfriend, in the Biblical sense yesterday. Actually, I fucked her brains out. She loved it."

"I'll kill you!"

"Not a recommended course of action, friend. Consider your position. You don't know me, can't get to me. And I could just about ruin the two of you. What you've got is just a teaser. There's more. Plenty more. Two full video-tapes. Non-stop fucking of the girl."

"You fucking bastard!"

"Actually, you're right. I do fuck. On tape. However. My legitimacy isn't in issue here."

"What do you want?"

"Ah. Now we seem to be getting somewhere."

"Oh. Blackmail."

"Emphatically."

"How much?"

"Money? Oh dear me, no. Never. No money. You can't afford us."

"What? What do you want then?"

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The voice laughed again. "I should have thought it was obvious. You, evidently. Or, rather, her. We want her. For more fun and games. Touchy-feely. Fuckety-fuckety. More porn film shooting. Today."

"Forget it."

"Please consider. I have prints and copies of the tapes at hand. Ready for circulation. The consequences could be unpleasant. Especially for her."

"Fuck off!"

"Be calm young man. Why don't you ask her? Think over it. I'll call back in five minutes. Incidentally, I should tell you this. The best footage in the film was shot by you."

The voice cackled.

The line went dead. Avinash dropped it, ashen-faced and turned to Kavita.

"They want us back, don't they?" she said in a dull voice, not looking up.

Avinash dropped his eyes, and didn't reply.

"They want me. They want to fuck me. All of them. And take more photographs. And movies."

"Yes," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Yes."

"It's blackmail."

"Yes."

Kavita closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. Avinash felt dizzy with the strain. He sank beside her.

"They'll call back." His voice was hard and flat.

"Yes."

"I'll say --"

"Yes. Say yes."

"What?" Avinash looked at her slowly.

"Say yes, Avinash. Say yes."

"Kavita!"

"Shut up, Avinash. We don't have a choice. They'll finish us! My parents will murder me! They'll die!"

"We -- we can't -- give in to this!"

"Oh? And what choice do we have?"

"We -- we could do something! We must do something!"

She looked at him, frighteningly calm, her eyes hard and flat, her voice cold.

"Really? What can we do? Go to the security officer? Tell our parents? And have these -- these things passed around the city? Don't be stupid, Avinash."

He buried his face in his hands and moaned softly. "Oh god, oh god, Kavita! How did we get into this?"

"By being careless. And stupid."

"I can't -- I can't bear it! I can't!"

"You'll have to. We'll have to."

"Kavita, I can't! I can't stand there and -- and just --"

"Watch? Why not? They're fucking me, aren't they? I'm the one who's going to be fucked and fucked and fucked. You just have to watch!"

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kavita, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too. But it can't be helped. They're going to do it."

"Oh god, oh god!"

"Little he can do. Or anyone else."

"Kavita -- let's -- let's run away -- we'll go some place – some place far --"

"Avinash, shut up." Her voice was cold, like steel.

She jerked his head up and looked him in the eye.

"Stop it. Stop it at once. Listen. These guys -- these animals -- they're going to fuck me today. D'you understand? They're going to put their cocks in my mouth, and in my cunt, and in my ass.”

“They're going to keep fucking me till they're happy. And you're going to be there, Avinash, and you're going to watch them, to watch them fucking me like you do, fucking me hard. I want you there, Avinash.”

“I need you there. And I can't have you there crying and upset. You're going to watch them, and you're not going to show any feelings.”

“Do you understand? You are going to do this. We are going to do this! Do you understand?"

He looked at her silently, tears welling in his eyes, and nodded slowly. She smiled thinly.

"Good," she said, letting him go. "And another thing. When they fuck me, I will not resist or fight. I will do just the reverse. I will try and enjoy it. It's the only way to avoid getting hurt. We will have to make them happy, keep them happy. And you're not going to blow that, get it?"

"Yes," he mumbled, choking back a sob. "Yes. I understand."

The telephone rang. She smiled. "Good," she said. "Now tell them we'll be there. And then come inside. I want my butt fucked. If I'm going to be used as a whore, I might as well enjoy what I can."

She got up and walked out steadily, stripping off her clothes. Avinash stared at the receiver, ringing and ringing, and picked it up slowly.

"Hello?" he mumbled.

"Ah. Good morning, again. For a minute I thought you'd done something foolish."

"What time?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"What time do you want us. And where."

The voice chuckled in pleasure. "Very wise. I see that better counsel has prevailed. Presumably hers. I rather imagine you wanted to run away or something equally stupid."

Avinash did not respond.

"Understand me well. Even if you killed yourselves, which would be a terrible waste, we would still have released the photographs.

Remember that. If we cannot touch you, we will get to those closest to you, those you leave behind."

"What time. Where."

The voice sighed. "Truly, the greatest tragedy of our age is that the art of conversation is dead. Killed by the telephone. Inter alia."

"Stop fucking around."

The voice laughed in delight. "Oh dear, oh dear. Such a fine turn of phrase! Or is it a Freudian slip? Fucking around is precisely what is on this afternoon's agenda. For both of you. Two o'clock. The same hotel. Suite five-oh-one."

"We'll be there."

"I imagine you will. Don't be late. And don't try anything stupid."

The connection broke. Slowly, Avinash replaced the receiver.

"Well?"

He turned around. Kavita was standing at the door, stark naked,
luscious, irresistible, one hand on her hip, the other on the door
frame.

"Two o'clock. At the hotel. Suite five-oh-one."

Kavita nodded. Avinash looked at her slowly, and she smiled seductively.

"I want to suck your cock. Come here."

"They want me, too."

"I want you, too. Fuck me. Hard."

In a daze, Avinash went up to her. She seemed unconcerned about what lay ahead, totally collected and calm. She kissed him lasciviously, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her hand squeezed his penis in his crotch.

Deftly, her fingers undid his fly and slipped between his thighs. He grunted as her fingers closed around his penis, and his hands slid up over her breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement.

She slithered to her knees before him and took his penis in her mouth. Avinash groaned and arched his head, closing his eyes in surrender.

They fucked hard, for the better part of an hour, as though to exorcise the humiliation and shame and trauma of their existence. Avinash slammed his cock in and out of her cunt brutally, drawing shrill gasps of pleasure and pain from her.

Kavita begged him to fuck her harder, to take her ass. He fucked her butt deeply and quickly, sliding his cock into her ass as far it would go. Kavita whimpered and begged for more. Avinash slid in and out of her anus, gasping and groaning feverishly.

She came repeatedly, mouthing obscenities. Avinash went on and on, plunging in and out of her ass and then, unsated, fucked her cunt again, hard, taking her from behind. Kavita gasped and whimpered in pleasure, rocking back and forth on the living room floor, her breasts swinging and jiggling.

Avinash exploded at last, thrusting greedily into her flesh. He came with a shuddering cry, emptying himself in her hot, tight, convulsing cunt, flooding her flesh with his seed.

Beneath him, Kavita moaned joyfully, her buttocks writhing erotically against his thighs, her face creased with pleasure.

Later that afternoon, Avinash groaned to himself and fought to deny his erection. He adjusted the focus and smoothly zoomed in to a close-up. The video camera whirred softly. Avinash stared through the viewfinder.

Kavita's legs were spread open and the screen was filled with the sight of her cunt and the dark man's tongue flickering in her cunt-flesh. It rippled up and down and round and round in her cunt.

Kavita moaned loudly, clenching his head, moving it around between her thighs. Avinash straightened and watched her. She arched steeply, in unfaked pleasure, her mouth wide open, moaning thickly, obscenely.

The man slid a thick, long finger into her slit and she groaned as he started masturbating her. Her hips bucked and her body jerked on the bed as though she was being fucked, her breasts bouncing.

Avinash didn't know the man's name. Neither did she. He was a tall, immensely muscular black, probably Nigerian or a Creole. He had a sensuous, handsome face: Dark, piercing eyes, a strong, thick nose, full lips, a hard, square jaw.

He was clean-shaven. His neck was thick and bullish and his shoulders were huge, broad
and sprawling. The chest was deep and heavily cleaved and his torso tapered in a sharp V to narrow, high hips and taut buttocks.

His belly was hard and flat. His torso was smooth ebony, burnished, hairless. His arms and legs were thick, rounded with bunches of muscle. His circumcised penis was enormous:

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Limp, it was eight inches long, over an inch thick; erect, it was over ten inches long, nearly two inches thick. Earlier, Kavita had sucked it for a long time, and it gradually ballooned in her mouth and fist.

The man was her second lover that afternoon. Before him, she had been fucked by a slim, handsome Indian man. He fucked her mouth and then plunged greedily into her cunt, taking her on her back, ramming his cock savagely into her cunt.

Kavita writhed and bucked under him and Avinash had heard her gasp and moan and knew that she wasn't faking a thing, that she was really enjoying the sex.

The man turned her over and fucked her on her back for a few minutes and then he sodomised her thoroughly, taking her in the ass with gasps and moans of joy.

Kavita came repeatedly and at last the man was done, jerking into her and exploding in her ass.

She was given a few minutes to clean up and recover and offered a drug. Avinash saw her refuse. Karan grinned happily and the black was shown in. Avinash looked around. Two more men were waiting their turn with her, masturbating as they watched her on the bed
with the Negro.

Karan was counting huge wads of money. Avinash was too numb to feel sickened. Kavita was being forced to whore and he couldn't do a thing about it.

He turned back to the camera, adjusted it slightly: It was in a tight close- up of her cunt, her cunt-lips drawn open in her fingers, his tongue flickering endlessly in her flesh, rubbing against her gorged clitoris.

Avinash checked the second camera, which showed them fully, her body writhing on the bed, her hands squeezing her breasts in excitement.

"Yes! Ohhhh yes, yes -- Ohhh god yes! Do it, baby! Lick me! Lick my slit!" she gasped.

Avinash forced down his erection, sickened by his own reaction. He walked across to Karan.

"Cigarette, please," Avinash said.

Karan nodded to a packet on the table before him. "Help yourself. Drink?"

"No thank you." Avinash lit a cigarette and lounged against a wall. "Where's Sheela?"

Karan chuckled softly. "Why do you want to know?"

Avinash shrugged indifferently. "Just."

"She's working. Six guys in the next room."

"Ah."

"You want to fuck her?"

"No."

"You may have to, if our clients want a show. Sheela or one of the others."

"I see."

"Mm. Sometimes, we get female clients, too. You're new meat. You may have to service them."

Avinash looked at him without expression. Karan laughed softly.

"Hey, relax, bud. It's okay. It's fun. You get paid."

"You're not cops."

"Not a chance. But it's a good decoy."

"So it seems."

Karan looked at the bed and nodded, motioning Avinash back to the cameras. Avinash saw that the man had stopped tongue-fucking Kavita and was about to start fucking her. He moved back to the cameras and fiddled with them again.

The black man leaned over Kavita, between her thighs, his cock between her legs. She moaned and lifted her hips eagerly, her hands on his penis, guiding it into her flesh.

"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!"

Avinash held his breath and watched as the man flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped between her cunt-lips.

Kavita gasped and arched. He groaned and flung his head back. She clenched his hips and buttocks fiercely in excitement, her feet climbing the backs of his thighs. Avinash's erection ballooned in his jeans.

"Come on!" she gasped. "Put it in, baby! I want your cock in my slit!"

Slowly, the man squeezed his enormous, bloated cock into her cunt.

Kavita moaned and whimpered and gasped, arching and writhing joyously under him, kissing him deeply, feverishly, her tongue in his mouth, her hands scrabbling at his thick shoulders and deep chest.

The man buried his cock in her cunt, going in and in and in, till he was fully embedded in her flesh. Kavita arched in pleasure, lifting her cunt hungrily to his groin.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! You're so big! Ohhh yes -- yes! That feels so good, baby! Come on -- fuck me! Fuck my cunt, lover! Fuck it hard!"

The man groaned and bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, her arms wound about his head, caressing his immense, sprawling shoulders, his deep chest.

"You're wonderful," she murmured, smiling.

He smiled and licked her breast-tips, making her whimper. "So are you, babe," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "One of the best cunts I've had here."

"Fuck me -- fuck me like a whore!" she moaned as he sucked her breasts.

The man started fucking her slowly and heavily. His hips rose, his buttocks flexing and Avinash focussed on the sight of his enormous, dark, glistening penis sliding outward, then squeezing in again.

Kavita gasped and arched in pleasure, and opened her legs wider apart, permitting him deeper access.

For the next fifteen minutes, the black man fucked Kavita ceaselessly, running his impossibly large penis in and out of her flesh.

Steadily, he built up speed till he had hit a hard, demanding rhythm, his cock ramming and grinding deeply into her flesh, jerking out, plunging in again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging rapidly back and forth, his penis pistoning and pumping like a mechanical device.

Kavita gasped and cried out, rocking back and forth, jerking on the bed, her breasts jiggling under his thrusts, her cries loud, lewd, obscene and evidently unfaked, filled with joy.

The man paused briefly, panting and gasping, his chest heaving, and slid out of her cunt. Kavita moaned and turned on her side, lifting her upper leg high. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock into her cunt again.

Holding her buttocks, spreading them open, he hammered his hips back and forth in rising urgency, his head flung back. Kavita moaned, her face contorted with pleasure.

"Take me!" she cried. "Yes! Ohhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OHH yes yes yes!"

The man turned her over onto her forearms and knees and, straddling her hips, his knees on the bed, his hands under her breasts, leaning over her body, began fucking her hard again.

Avinash closed in on a shot of his penis pistoning furiously in and out her cunt, his thighs whacking her buttocks, his balls squeezing against her cunt-lips with every down-thrust, then panned to a shot of her face, riven with lust.

She rocked deliriously under him, moaning in a frenzy as he crushed her pendulous, swollen breasts. Kavita orgasmed repeatedly and, at last, he lost control.

With a shuddering moan, he thrust himself deep into her cunt, his hips twitching at her buttocks and exploded violently.

Avinash straightened, fading out the scene smoothly. Fifteen minutes later, he was bent over the equipment again, his jaw hard with tension, as he watched her with the next client.

A fleshy, soft-bodied man this time, but with a thick, long cock. He lay on his back, moaning and gasping as she sucked his nipples, tongued his navel and, slowly descending, took his penis between her breasts and then in her mouth. Avinash fixed the cameras and went back to Karan.

"So. You enjoying this?" Karan smiled.

"A bit."

"Thought you might. They all do, sooner or later. Live sex is very erotic, specially through that stuff." He pointed to the camera equipment. "You want to fuck her?"

"No. Not her."

"Someone else, then?"

"Maybe. We'll see."





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Karan nodded and offered him another cigarette. They smoked in silence for a while, watching the two on the bed.

Now Kavita had mounted the man, facing him. She dropped in a low squat, her feet on the bed on either side of his hips, his cock in her cunt.

The man groaned and squeezed her breasts. She smiled in pleasure and swung her hips in tight circles, churning her cunt with his cock. The man gasped.

"You're cock's good in there," she murmured. "Really nice -- "

She began to move, rocking slowly up and down on his penis. Avinash returned to the cameras and shot some footage of her cunt rising and falling on his penis, her breasts jumping and jiggling, her buttocks flexing and unflexing.

Then he returned to his half-smoked cigarette.

"Where are the others?"

"Who?"

"The guys who did the shooting yesterday."

"They're out."

"Why not them? Why me?"

Karan grinned. "Because you're good, jock. The section you did yesterday was top-class. Also, because they're busy shooting in another room."

"How many rooms have you got?"

"Four. This one and three more."

"And all the girls are ones you catch like this?"

Karan chuckled. "Yeah. All. Even Sheela. We got her first. She's good. They're all good. This broad's one of the best, though."

Avinash nodded. He no longer cared. It no longer mattered. Nothing mattered any longer. He tilted his chair back and looked at the two on the bed.

"Frig if you like," Karan said. "I do it sometimes."

"Thanks."

On the bed, Kavita was bucking rapidly over the man's lap, gasping and crying out, her head flung back, her hands on her breasts. He watched as she stretched an arm behind her and squeezed his heavy, hairy balls in excitement.

"Fuck me! Yes! Ohhhh yes yes Ohhh god yes!" she cried.

"Yeah, she's really good, this one," Karan said. "Very hot. You want to see the others?"

"Maybe."

"You should. My hookers are all lookers. Fresh, young goods."

"How young?"

"The youngest is sixteen. She's a real vixen. Fucks like crazy."

Avinash grinned openly. He wanted to watch the others. He unzipped and pulled out his erection. Karan chuckled. Avinash smiled, masturbating slowly.

"I'll have that drink now."

"Help yourself. In the bar cabinet. Scotch, too, if you want it."

Avinash walked across, his fly open, his erection massive and poured himself a double-Scotch on the rocks and went back to the cameras. Kavita dropped to her knees and bent over the man under her, kissing him hungrily, sensuously writhing over him, rubbing her breasts on his chest, letting them drop into his mouth for him to suck.

Her buttocks flexed rapidly, squeezing his cock. The man jerked and lurched under her. The fat man squeezed her buttocks and pressed his finger to her anus.

"Do you want to fuck my butt?" she asked softly, kissing him.

The man nodded, his piggy eyes glittering. "Can I? May I?"

She smiled. "Of course. Will you take me from behind or shall I sit on your cock? I can do either."

"From behind," he gasped.

Kavita nodded and slipped off his penis and turned on her front on the bed, her buttocks and hips raised high, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned on its side.

She moved her legs apart and, reaching back, pulled her buttocks open for her obese lover.

"Come on," she muttered. "Fuck my ass, lover -- stick your cock in my ass -- I want to feel your cock in my butt!"

Gasping with excitement, his chest wobbling, the fat man knelt behind her and squeezed his penis between her buttocks.

Avinash closed in with both cameras, getting shots of her face twisting and contorting -- her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut, her perfect teeth bared, her long neck arched -- and of her rear, showing the thick cock-head popping into her anus, then the shaft disappearing inward between the curved lobes of her buttocks.

"Oh MA UH AH UH OHH!" she shrieked in an agony of naked, raw desire.

"OHHHHH uhhh *hanh* uhhhhhh YES!"

The man grunted and gasped in pleasure and squeezed her breasts in excitement. His hips lurched and jerked back and forth and his cock went in and out of her asshole. His belly flapped against her back.

She moaned and swayed and writhed erotically against him. Her body jerked back and forth under his thrusts. He rammed in harder and harder, his buttocks jiggling and wobbling like jelly, his swollen penis grinding in and out of her anus.

His hands tore her buttocks wider open still and he plunged in greedily. Kavita gasped and began to orgasm. The man cried out and jerked into her and lost control, gasping in relief as he emptied himself into her rear channel.

Slowly, he pulled out of her. Kavita moaned, trembling and shuddering on the bed and slowly turned around. Her face was radiant. She smiled at the man and, bending her head, took his penis in her mouth and sucked it gently.

The man smiled in pleasure. Avinash faded out.

There was a knock on the door. Karan answered it. Mukesh, one of the constable-impersonators of the previous afternoon, came in. He leered at Kavita on the bed and winked at Avinash.

"How's it going, boss?" He asked Karan.

"Good stuff. I think we've got ourselves one classy piece of ass here. You guys okay out there?"

"Yup. Shilpa's doing great with the husband-wife pair."

Karan laughed. "What else is on the menu?"

"Got a three-ball lined up."

"Big cocks?"

"Big enough."

"That should make her happy."

"Yeah. She digs that cunt-mouth-ass stuff."

Karan smiled. "Don't damage the goods, kid."

Mukesh grinned. "No chance. We checked out the studs, they'll take it nice and easy, no sweat. Gonna be one steamy fuck, boss!"

"Yeah, I bet." Karan turned to Avinash. "That's the sixteen-year old I told you about. Shilpa." He turned back to Mukesh. "What's Sheela doing?"

"She's got a pair of studs. Fucking big cocks. Cunt and mouth when I last checked. Loving every minute."

"Yeah."

"The guys happy?"

"Over the moon. We keep a watch, like you said."

"Sensible," Karan nodded. "Good job. Okay, we got one, two more here, and then we're done."

"Check. You need anything, boss, buzz me."

"Sure."

Mukesh turned to leave. He paused by the bed and squeezed Kavita's breast, grinning. "You just keep going, babe. I'm gonna fuck you, too, soon. Nice and hard." He winked at Avinash again. "Enjoying it, cock? Hot stuff, yeah?"

He laughed and walked out. Avinash grinned wolfishly. There was a little silence, and then Karan laughed softly to himself.

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"Okay, whore. Next one," he said to Kavita. "Get ready. Come on. There's one more and we're done."

Avinash grinned at his girlfriend. Ignoring him, Kavita got off the bed and went to the toilet.

She returned a few minutes later, cleaned, douched, naked, lovely, erotic, her face freshly done with *kajal* under her eyes and nothing else. Her fourth client was waiting for her. Avinash powered up his cameras.

The fourth client was a swarthy youth in his early twenties. He was inexpensively dressed, with a cheap wristwatch and poorly cut trousers. Avinash was surprised to see the amount of money he handed to Karan.

The young man grinned at Karan and Avinash and stripped off his clothes, leering at Kavita. He had a strong, muscular build, with a deep chest and a hard belly, his torso matted with dark hair.

His penis was seven inches long, limp, uncircumcised. He hopped onto the bed and pulled her up to her knees before him, pushing her head between his legs. Kavita took his cock in her fist and pumped it. It quivered and began to thicken. He jerked her head forward.

"C'mon whore! Gimme some head!" he growled.

Kavita obeyed immediately. Her lips flowered and slipped around his bulging cock-head, her tongue working it cleverly. The man grunted in pleasure and fucked her face heavily, his hips pumping, his head bent to watch her.

His cock ballooned rapidly in her mouth. The man put his hands on her head and moved it back and forth to suit his pleasure, fucking her mouth.

"Yeh! Oh yes! C'mon, bitch, suck it! Oh fuck yes!"

His cock thickened, hardened, lengthened. Kavita sucked it eagerly, hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs, her delicate fingers curled lovingly around his shaft, pumping it deftly.

The youth gasped and moaned, his head arched, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging back and forth. Pre-cum gunk sputtered from his cock-head and she whimpered, sucking and swallowing his seed lasciviously.

Avinash grinned at the sight of the thick, dark, hard cock glistening in and out between her delicate lips. Kavita whimpered audibly and licked his cock-head lasciviously, evidently aroused.

Avinash took a close-up shot of her lust-ridden face, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, her lips open, the cock in her fist, her tongue swirling over the gorged knob. She moaned again and squeezed her breasts in excitement.

Gasping, the youth pushed her head away and both bodies sank to the bed. She spread her legs wide, lifting and bending her knees and smiled wantonly at her anonymous lover.

"C'mon, stud," Avinash heard her say. "Fuck me hard -- shove your cock into my slit -- c'mon -- I want it -- my cunt's hot for you!"

The youth sniggered and, levering her thighs open, squeezed his cock into her cunt, flexing his buttocks slowly and dipping his hips, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh ma yes!" Kavita gasped in delight, arching stiffly under him, her fingers tightening on his bulging biceps, her hips heaving up to meet his in descent. "Oh god yes!"

"C'mon! Take it! Oh fuck yes, take it!" The young man gasped.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHH yes oh god yes ohhh that's so good! Yes! Ohhh fuck yes fuck yes fuck me yes fuck me, baby, yes!"

She moaned and he began to fuck her with deep, punishing thrusts. His hips rose and fell rhythmically, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock running deeply in and out of her wet slit.

Avinash hurried around and took a shot from the rear, closing in to a view of her distended cunt, open and wet, and the thick long penis grinding and pistoning up and down, in and out.

Kavita was whimpering and moaning eagerly when the youth slowed and turned her over on her front. He knelt behind her and squeezed his penis into her cunt again. Avinash filmed the thick cock grinding inexorably into her cunt, disappearing between the curves of her buttocks.

He took shots of her face, soft and radiant with lust; of her body rocking backwards to her client's cock; of her hot, swollen breasts swinging pendulous. The youth squeezed them in his hands and she moaned, hissing in delight, her buttocks writhing against his crotch.

She turned her face over her shoulder to him, running her tongue sensuously over her upper lip.

"Ohhh yes -- ohhh baby, yes!" she whimpered. "Do it, lover! Fuck me! Fuck my slit, baby! Fuck me like a whore!"

The youth groaned and rammed greedily into her cunt. Kavita gasped, her body jerking forward under his thrusts. He squeezed her breasts and, bending over her back, kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Avinash watched her respond, sucking his tongue wantonly, writhing her buttocks against his crotch like a bitch in heat.

The youth groaned and, gripping her shoulders, fucked her hard, jerking her body down back onto his cock savagely, pounding his hips back and forth at her buttocks.

Kavita gasped and cried out, her face contorting in a rictus of lust.

"OH! OH MA UHH OH! UH OH! UH OH! OH MA OH MA OH MA OH MA OH MA! OH MA! OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

On and on he went and Avinash watched his girlfriend orgasm with the stranger. The man gasped as her cunt convulsed on his pistoning penis and, moaning, jerked out of her and, shaking his cock violently, came hard.

Jizz shot from his cock and spattered her buttocks and back and thighs. Kavita moaned thickly and sank to the bed on her front, her body heaving, panting loudly.

The man got off the bed and began to dress without another word. He lit a cigarette, nodded to Karan and Avinash and let himself out. Avinash faded out the shot of her on the bed and straightened. She moaned and sat up unsteadily.

Avinash looked at her without expression or feeling. He felt detached and indifferent. She was just another whore for all that it mattered. His real love was in his hands, now, the camera and lenses and filters.

With that, he could create beauty out of ugliness, turn the sordid into the alluring. He had discovered his métier, he felt, as a magician of light and form and texture.

"Hey, Avi."

Santosh stuck his head around the door, grinned at the couple writhing on the bed and beckoned to Avinash.

"What's up?"

"Can you take over the shoot in number three? I' want to take a break."

Avinash looked at Karan. He nodded. "Go ahead, I'll finish here. The next guy won't last long. I know him."

Avinash nodded and, tucking his erection back into his jeans, collected his drink and cigarette and turned to the door. Kavita's last client was entering. Avinash paused briefly.

The man was a slim young man with a thin mustache and pleasant features. He looked like a medical representative, with his briefcase and dusty shoes and baggy, pleated trousers and loose synthetic shirt.

He watched as the man pulled out a wad of notes and gave them to Karan who counted them carefully before nodding his approval. The man undressed quickly and silently and moved to the bed.

Kavita stepped out of the room and saw him. She looked at Avinash who grinned at her. Kavita's face was stony, her eyes flat. She held Avinash's eyes for a brief minute.

"Go on," Avinash chuckled, nodding to the man on the bed who was grinning in excitement at Kavita's naked body. "Can't keep them waiting, you know. And remember, the customer always comes first."

Karan cackled. Kavita didn't say a word. Her eyes were like flint as he looked at Avinash coldly. Then she turned her gaze to the man on the bed and Avinash saw her face soften with pleasure.

She smiled gently and moved to the bed. She knelt beside him, her hands sliding up his naked thighs to his crotch and she took his penis in her fingers, stroking it gently. It stirred at her touch and she bent over and engulfed him in her mouth.

The man gasped and arched. His hands went to her head. His penis swelled rapidly, filling her mouth and distending her face. Kavita whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat and sucked his penis lasciviously, her head rocking up and down over his lap.

Avinash chuckled softly and nodding to Karan, left the room.

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A while later, he stared in stunned fascination as a lovely, plump sixteen-year old girl called Shilpa took on three men simultaneously in the room next door. The girl was incredible.

She was very cute, very sexy, with a sweetly rounded face just a hint of puppy fat in her cheeks, but already losing it. She had a fine nose, large dark eyes lined with *kajal* and sensuously moist lips, the upper slim and bowed delicately over the full lower lip.

Her hair was dark and silky and glossy, caught in a saucy pony tail with a pretty cotton band. Her body was ripe and luscious, with large breasts tipped by long nipples in dark, puckered aureoles.

She wore a long gold necklace that nestled between the lovely mounds. Her belly was rounded, yet firm and her buttocks were splendid round curves.

Her arms and legs were smooth and neatly turned with slender ankles and wrists and shapely hands and feet. Her skin was dusky and smooth and utterly clear, like satin, without a trace of hair.

Avinash watched in amazement as she writhed joyously between the naked bodies of the three handsome, muscular men. All of them had particularly large cocks, the biggest about ten inches long and correspondingly thick, the penis of a stallion.

Shilpa loved every inch of it.

As he ran the film, Avinash saw the girl mount one of her clients. Holding his cock in her hand, she lay back over his lap facing his feet, and slowly lowered her anus onto the thick, long penis.

The cock-head popped into her asshole and the sixteen-year old gasped, her face contorting and screwing up, her mouth open in a wide O.

Her buttocks lobed open and the man under her grunted, his hands on her hips and arched his hips slowly. Shilpa's body arched back over his, her elbows on the bed on either side of his bed, her face tilted up, her head arched, her heavy breasts thrust out.

The man squeezed her breasts. Shilpa groaned, her face a mask of lust and swirled her hips erotically over his. She spread her legs slowly, opening them wide, exposing her cunt to the second man and Avinash's lens.

He zoomed in, dwelling lovingly on the wet flesh of her cunt, the thick penis buried between her buttocks, the heavy balls pressed between her thighs.

"C'mon," she moaned. "Fuck my slit!"

The second man was already on his knees between her legs. He grinned and bent over her, pushing his cock into her cunt. Shilpa bit her lower lip and gasped as the huge cock squeezed into her slit.

The man flexed his buttocks slowly and drove his penis deep into her flesh. She gasped, rocking between the two men as their penises impaled her cunt and anus simultaneously.

"Ohhhh -- uhhhh -- ohhhh -- uhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Ohhh that's so good -- yes -- fuck me -- yes -- fuck me! Fuck me, guys! C'mon! Do it!"

The two men began fucking her slowly, their great penises sawing rhythmically in and out of her cunt. They fondled and squeezed her swollen breasts.

The teenager whimpered and gasped, her body trembling and writhing eagerly between theirs, her face a vision of lust, her eyes closed, her mouth open, panting and moaning like an animal in heat.

"Ohhhhh -- uhhh yes! Oh god yes oh yes ohhhh ma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh ahhh uhhh yes!" she cried.

The two men seemed to move in tandem, rocking alternately in and out of her flesh, the penises separated by the merest membrane. Now the third man joined in, jumping onto the bed and, kneeling beside the writhing trio, pushing his erection to her face.

The girl moaned and, turning her head, took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it hungrily.

Avinash felt deeply aroused as he watched them through his viewfinder. The girl was gorgeous and sexy, her smooth, dusky, plump body writhing and thrashing between the three men, every orifice plugged.

Her breath came in sobbing rasps as the penises ground slowly and unhurriedly in and out of her cunt and anus; and her face was distended by the bloated cock in her mouth.

"My, my," he heard a voice murmur in his ear. "Someone's having fun."

Avinash straightened and grinned at Sheela. She was naked beside him and, as he turned, she slid her arm around his neck and pulled his head down to hers, kissing him hungrily, her tongue arching into his mouth.

She squeezed his cock through his jeans, one slender leg lifted and wrapped around his thighs, rubbing herself against him wantonly.

"I'm hot, stud," she murmured, her dark eyes flashing with lust. "Fuck me."

The others crowded in behind her, Karan and Mukesh and Santosh, another lovely, slender woman called Sonali, and, slowly, her eyes flat and hard, Kavita. The men grinned at Sheela and Avinash.

"Mukesh, give her what she wants," Avinash said. "I'm doing the shoot."

Karan looked at Avinash strangely, quietly, his head tilted to one side. Avinash winked at him and turned back to his cameras. Karan nodded to Mukesh and Sheela.

"It's okay. You go ahead. Use the other room."

Mukesh and Sheela stepped around the bed with the four writhing, gasping bodies. Karan tapped Avinash on the shoulder.

"Santosh is taking over here," he said. "You work on Mukesh and Sheela."

Avinash looked up from his camera, looked at the other two, at the bed, at Santosh, and nodded quietly. Santosh replaced Avinash behind the cameras.

Avinash rigged up another array and followed Sheela and Mukesh to the little lounge just off the main bedroom. Sheela dropped to her knees before him and undid his trousers.

Taking his cock in her hand and jerking it eagerly, she buried her face in his crotch with a soft moan. Mukesh grinned down at her, winked at Santosh with the cameras and began fucking her face slowly.

A few minutes later, he fucked her from behind. Sheela turned on her front on the floor on her forearms and knees and Mukesh dropped astride her hips in a deep squat and slowly squeezed his throbbing penis into her cunt.

She gasped and rocked under him, her face rising, facing the camera, lust in every line. She bit her lower lip in tension, wincing and gasping as he dug his fingers into her soft buttocks and flexed his buttocks taut, thrusting deep into her cunt with a shuddering groan.

His muscles rippled and his head arched, his belly sucking inward with tension.

"Yeh! C'mon! Take it!" he gasped.

"Oh fuck yes!" Sheela whimpered. "Oh god yes! Ohhhh uhhh yes ohh yes baby yes! Ohhhh uhhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh yes!"

Avinash zoomed in to a close-up of her face, her mouth open, her tongue arching sensuously over her upper lip, her breasts hot and heavy, swinging pendulous as Mukesh fucked her smoothly and easily with long, deep thrusts.

She moaned and cried out, rocking and jerking eagerly under him, her buttocks writhing erotically against his crotch. Her cunt was hot and tight and wet and it convulsed and spasmed on his throbbing penis.

Mukesh moaned and began to move faster, swinging his hips rhythmically back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately, his penis grinding and squelching deeply in and out of her cunt.

He mugged shamelessly for the camera, gasping and moaning as Avinash took shots of their faces, their bodies, their loins meeting and parting, meeting and parting in erotic cadences.

"Yeh! Take it! C'mon bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore! Ohhhh yeh! Oh fuck yes!" he gasped.

Panning around the room, his camera slithering over the two rocking bodies in erotic, fluid movements, Avinash saw Kavita at the door. He grinned from behind his camera, studying her naked body through his lens.

She stared coldly down at him, the camera at his eye, one leg stretched out for steadiness, the other bent under his buttocks. He leered at her body and winked hugely.

Karan appeared in the door behind her and, pressing his lips to the nape of her long neck, slid his hands up her naked body, lifting and squeezing her full breasts. For a long minute,

Kavita did not respond, staring steadily at Avinash through his lens. Then, slowly, she turned her face to Karan and they kissed sexily, their lips wide, their tongues fencing with each other's, his hands on her breasts, her fingers crawling behind her to his crotch.

Avinash felt a rush of pleasure.

"You've become one of them." Kavita's voice was hard and flat.

"You're no different. You're not what you used to be."

Avinash looked up from the muddle of cameras, lenses, filters, flashes, lights and wires scattered around the bed and floor.

Kavita stood at the door from the bathroom, a towel around her waist, her torso bare.

"Neither of us is," he said quietly. "Look at you."

"You're enjoying this."

"Aren't you?"

"No."

"That's a lie. You love being fucked."

"I don't like being a whore."

"Another lie. It turns you on."

"It's a fake. I haven't a choice."

"Balls. Watch the tapes. There's nothing fake about it."

"Your camera shows what I do, not how I feel."

"Crap. The films don't lie."

Kavita looked at him coldly. "Fuck you, Avinash."

He chuckled, working steadily, rigging his gear. "Thank you, no. I prefer the view through this stuff."

"You're sick. You're a sick, dead, twisted freak."

"Thank you. I try to be."

"You're disgusting."

"I think I can live with that."

"I despise you."

He shrugged indifferently. "Who cares?"

"You used to. Once. You said you loved me."

"So I was wrong. So I was a fool. It's all bullshit. There's no such thing as love. I was in lust, I fucked you, it was good, great, thank you very much. I don't care to live in the past. I believe in getting on."

"You call this getting on?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"And what happened to all that eternal love shit?"

"Just that. It's shit. I thought it was true, it isn't."

"And this is?" She pointed to the cameras.

"Yes. Absolutely. It's clean, it's uncomplicated, it doesn't hurt."

"And that's all that matters to you, is that it?"

"Yes."

He looked at her without feeling, this girl he had loved with all his heart and soul. Now he felt nothing, not even a flicker of desire as she dropped the towel from around her waist and moved to the centre of floor, lying on her back.




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He studied her body dispassionately, took light readings, adjusted his arcs and spots, wound the camera up on its tripod.

"Ready when you are," he said.

"I'm ready. Give me the props."

He stepped around the camera and handed her a box of dildoes and vibrators. Kavita selected two and lay back. Avinash returned behind the cameras, making the final adjustments.

"Okay, on my count of three. One. Two. Three, rolling!"

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Avinash shot extensive footage of Kavita masturbating with the dildo and vibrator. He ran a quality video film and several rolls of colour transparencies.

He took close-ups of her cunt and anus, of her face and breasts, lingering on shots of her moving a vibrator in and out of her wet slit, another in and out of her anus. She used different positions, moving naturally and without thinking.

He didn't interrupt, continuing to shoot till she orgasmed. When she was done, he straightened and, without another glance at her, began to dismantle the equipment. Kavita packed the dildoes and vibrators away and left the room.

Karan walked in without knocking. "Hey, stud. Done?"

"Just. Twenty minutes of non-stop frigging. Including cunt and ass."

"Good stuff?"

"Good enough. What's next?"

"Room two. Tanu. Then Room four, Nimisha."

"Who's that?"

"The new one. The hot number from Peddar Road."

"Oh, her."

Nimisha was a dusky, attractive woman in her mid-twenties, caught in a ridiculous marriage to an overweight, sexually incompetent businessman with inherited money and no brains.

They discovered her recently, when one of Kavita's clients, a handsome young chauffeur, mentioned that he was balling his *memsahib*, too. Karan moved in immediately, getting the chauffeur to drug her and get her to the hotel where Avinash shot some particularly raw footage of her with the chauffeur and then with two strangers.

The ensuing blackmail worked like a charm. Nimisha had become a regular.

He carted his gear to the second room, where, Tanu, a reasonably attractive young girl with big breasts and a lovely smile, was preparing to service a good-looking middle-aged client.

The man was trim and well-built and he had a satisfyingly thick penis. Tanu loved her work; at twenty-two, she was a natural, and her enthusiasm for sex was boundless.

Avinash smiled at her, nodded to the client and quickly set up his tackle.

Fifteen minutes later, he was roving around the bed, his shutter clicking rapidly as Tanu moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing, while the client fucked her slowly from behind.

A little later, he was filming Nimisha and he grinned his approval as he watched her moan and gasp, her body heaving and writhing, her hips bucking up and down as a swarthy man with a hairy chest ran his cock in and out of her cunt.

Six months had passed since Karan and his gang burst into their hotel room. Avinash was now very much a member of the team, the mainstay of the photo unit. His work was astounding, erotic, sensual, steamy.

The blackmail never failed. At his instance, they began to lend the tapes, too, often to the subjects themselves, and to local video parlours in slums and shanties. The income was
substantial and the demand high.

While Karan continued to head the gang, Avinash was now indubitably the second in command.

The camera mesmerized him. He no longer felt the need to copulate. The few times he got into bed, with Sheela or Shilpa or Tanu, the experiences were unsatisfactory and he lost interest within minutes, preferring to return to the camera without orgasming.

There, he shot footage and this invariably excited him, and he came hard and copiously, filming the woman he had tried to fuck copulate with another man. Karan said he was a basket-case.

Sheela said he was a pathetic waste of male flesh. Avinash grinned and ignored them. He didn't mind. It was true. The women no longer aroused him themselves. Nothing they did truly moved him.

It was only when he was filming them, sweating and moaning and thrashing and writhing, or studying the results in his films and colour blow-ups, that he felt aroused and came.

At home, he was a handsome, intelligent, dutiful son, the pride of the family. He did well at his college examinations, scoring high and placing in the honour rolls.

He applied to a prominent engineering college, sat the admission test and did even better.
The college welcomed him eagerly and gave him a choice of specializations. He selected electronics.

The college was in the suburbs of Bombay, not far from the hotel they used as a brothel. Avinash was relieved to be out of the cloying atmosphere at home, free of his mother's syrupy fussing and his father's quiet, but equally stifling, puffed-chest macho conceit in Avinash's achievements.

In college, he was widely regarded with admiration. Quiet, studious and meticulous, his work was held up as exemplary. He said little, but when he spoke, people listened with respect.

Invariably, his ideas were supported by closely reasoned arguments that reflected a deep understanding of the science and technology. Soon, he was seen a brilliant innovator with a fine grasp of theory, tipped as the student most likely to succeed in his career.

He had few hobbies; reading, music and, of course, photography. He became the secretary of the college photography club and, under his stewardship, it hosted the first ever public exhibition of the students' work.

The show received wide publicity and his own work was praised in the daily press. His parents almost burst with pride.

He divided his time between the college and the hotel. His pornographic films became even more sophisticated and slick. He had a number of new and exciting ideas about the business.

Gradually, Karan began to look to him for guidance and their positions reversed. Now the team operated under his instructions and Karan was his chief lieutenant.

He generated more money by raising the girls' rates and putting on specials where the girls performed live, realising that there were people who enjoyed watching sex as much as having it.

Copies of his films were circulated discreetly on video tape among select clientele at high cost; they were much in demand. He put together several pornographic magazines of the stills shot by himself, Santosh and Mukesh.

With the rising income, he bought better and more sophisticated equipment and trained the other two in its use. The products got better and better.

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When Kavita got married, Karan and the others wanted to release her from service. Avinash would have none of it. By this time, he was clearly the one calling the shots.

Kavita continued to whore for the gang. Avinash laughed and said that she would be a special; there were lots of men who wanted to fuck another man's wife. Kavita had ceased to care.

For a few months after her marriage, she continued to work and then contrived to get herself pregnant. Avinash was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it. Reluctantly, he agreed to let her go.

More girls were recruited, and soon they had the entire top floor of the hotel on an annual retainer for their exclusive use. It was an immensely profitable enterprise and the services and products on sale were outstanding.

By the time he graduated, four years later, Avinash was almost a millionaire. Leaving college, he immediately set up an electronics company, manufacturing state-of-the-art optical and audio equipment.

The business was an instant success, and grew rapidly. He added a sophisticated, computer graphics division and his research division was soon reckoned as among the finest in the world. Their products were expensive, but held their own with established brands.

His fascination with the technology grew with his business and, soon, he was more entranced by the capability of his equipment rather than what he actually did with it. He seldom visited the brothel, leaving it to Karan to manage and restricted himself to supervising the quality of the products and services.

The equipment was constantly being upgraded, the services continually improved. Medical services were now available in-house. They took over the hotel and refurbished it entirely, taking on two more floors for the brothel and adding an intimate theatre for live-sex shows.

He had no sex life. He watched films and shows when he felt the need, masturbating repeatedly till he was sated.

When he wanted time off, he called for a girl and made her perform for his personal pleasure with another man, making them copulate endlessly while he filmed and photographed the sex.

The brothel became difficult to manage alone. It cut into the time he preferred to spend with his electronics company. He wanted to go public with its shares, wanted to grow and move to international markets.

The brothel held him back and became an irritant.

Just when he was wondering about a way to close it down, he received an offer from a competitor. Something called Hedon & Venery was interested in taking over his operation. He hesitated.

They were patient. He dawdled. A young man came to see him. Kishore was a devastatingly handsome, cultured youth with an incredible physique. They discussed it in his board room. Kishore was gentle, persistent, patient. Avinash expressed reservations. He knew nothing about Hedon & Venery. Kishore smiled.

"You don't need to know about us, sir," he said smoothly.

"I think I do."

"With respect, sir, I disagree. May I point out that, on the other hand, we know quite a lot about you?"

"What does that mean?"

Kishore smiled and motioned to his assistant, another good-looking youth. The man put three folders before Avinash.

"What is this?"

"Please. Do have a look."

Casually, Avinash flipped the first folder open and flicked a couple of pages. He froze. He felt his heart pounding in his breast and he began to sweat, his body cold.

They were dossiers.

Full, detailed dossiers, complete with dates, names, places, amounts, photographs. About his brothel. All its operations. Its accounts and revenue. Its structure and management. Everything.

He opened the second. It contained a similar dissection of his electronics company. It showed the amounts he had siphoned off and diverted to expansion of the brothel business.

The amounts he had sent abroad illegally. His smooth duping of banks, financial institutions, investors. The way in which he had amassed a personal fortune and how he had invested it.

Struggling to remain calm, he closed it and opened the third.

It was the most horrifying. It had a detailed account of how he had come into the brothel business, with whom and when, what he had done since. There were photographs. Stills from his tapes.

Shots of him filming the sexual antics. Shots of him orgasming as a couple writhed before his array of cameras.

He closed the folder and gently put it down. Kishore looked at him impassively. Avinash tried to keep his voice and manner neutral, inscrutable.

"Interesting. You have long arms."

"Very long, sir."

"Blackmail, then."

"No sir."

"What, then?"

"Merely a way of persuasion, sir. One that you are not unfamiliar with yourself, if I may be so bold. Going back to the time with Kavita. Then others. Nimisha, I believe, is still in service."

"Indeed."

He smiled thinly. Nimisha was still very much in active operation at his brothel. Just a few days earlier, he had watched her at work as a young client laboured over her luscious body, moaning and gasping as he rocked his cock greedily in and out of her cunt.


Nimisha whimpered and writhed under her lover, her hips juddering up and down, her body rocking and lurching under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her face a mask of lust.

Her *kajal* rimmed eyes were glassy with lust, her mouth open, her nostrils flared. She moaned thickly and begged for more. The client plunged into her.

He looked at Kishore thoughtfully, tapping the files with a fingertip. The material was devastating. He would be ruined within days; his business, his career, the brothel, his family – he would lose everything.

He looked at Kishore. They both knew it. Avinash smiled.

"Actually, I don't believe you will use any of this."

"You're right. It's unlikely."

Avinash chuckled softly. "You people must be very good."

"Thank you, sir. We try to be."

"I cannot refuse."

"No, sir."

"How much, then?"

Kishore named the price. It was significantly higher than the first offer.

"You have the cash?"

Kishore smiled and nodded to his assistant. A briefcase was put on the table.

"The bills are unmarked." Kishore said. "You wish to have them counted?"

"That won't be necessary."

Kishore rose with a smile and held out his hand. His grip was strong and firm. Avinash looked at him steadily.

"Your boss is a lucky man."

Kishore looked at him quietly. "It has been pleasure doing business with you, sir. But this meeting never happened. I was never here. Nor my assistant. Nor you. I have no boss."

"I understand."

They left quickly. Avinash phoned the brothel and spoke to Karan. He knew already. Hedon & Venery's people were already moving in. Avinash sighed and disconnected. The phone rang.

It was his mother. He groaned. She had found another girl for him to see. His parents were now obsessed with getting him married. His protests were brushed aside. He played along, taking the path of least resistance, suffering through agonising interviews with girls, rejecting them steadily.

Here was another, someone called Anuja, a young lawyer, it seemed.

"Yes, *aai*," he said. "I'll see her. Yes, tomorrow. Yes, in the evening. No, I won't be late. Yes. I'll wear the new suit. Yes. Okay. Say hi to papa. 'Bye."

Dropping the phone, he turned in chair and looked out of the huge window and wondered what would happen next. One chapter was over, one door closed. He was knocking at another. Marriage.

He shook his head. It couldn't be. He was never going to marry. It was impossible.

It took him a week, and the tape from Rio to change his mind. He watched it repeatedly, masturbating furiously. The girl was incredible. The tape was stunning. It was a Hedon & Venery production, made by the same people he had sold out to.

He was marrying one of their girls. She would be his. He could use her as he liked. She would fuck for him. He could watch her, tape her, film her. And no one would know. His parents would be happy. He would be happy. She would keep fucking as she liked, as he liked.

It was a perfect solution. He laughed to himself.

Even the whorrorscopes matched.





End of Part 12 Whorrorscope


Next Part 13 Aurangabad Antics

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Jayant and Anuja have their chance a few weeks later. Their parents go off on a two-week holiday in England, and Anuja's parents agree to let her visit Jayant in Aurangabad.

She is very excited about Jayant's engagement and says she longs to spend time with Vaishali, helping her shop for the wedding. On the phone, Vaishali's parents, too, press Anuja's parents, telling them how much it would mean to Vaishali if Anuja spent time in Aurangabad.

Jayant and his parents fly into Bombay the night before the elders are to leave. Late that night, when he is sure everyone is fast asleep, Jayant steals into Anuja's room. She is awake and waiting for him.

The curtains are drawn back. Silvery moonlight filters in through the lightly tinted windows. The airconditioner hums quietly. Anuja stands in the centre of her room, looking at her cousin.

She is wearing a sexy black fishnet nightie; it has thin, long straps and hangs from just above her nipples to a point just below her cunt. The netting lattice is widely spaced so that nothing his hidden.

Her breasts are squeezed through two of the interstices. She is naked under it. Her hair is tied in a braid. Except for the *kajal* rimming her eyes, she wears no other makeup.

Jayant stares at her, his erection straining at the material of his tight shorts. He is wearing nothing else. She looks bewitching.

The gold chain twinkles around her neck on her tawny skin. He can see the sexy little birthmarks between her breasts and on her belly. Her diamond earrings, nose-studs, finger-rings and gold bracelet catch the light.

She looks at him, hunger and excitement flashing in her dark eyes and slides her hands up her body to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them sexily.

"Jayant," she whispers. "I want you!"

He groans and rushes at her. They cling to each other, kissing and writhing feverishly, tearing off each other's clothes. Neither wants to spend time on foreplay, they must have each other, they are too hot, it has been too long.

On her back on the cool tiled floor, Anuja spreads her legs, bends her knees. Jayant leans over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slides his cock-head into her cunt. She gasps softly, arching her hips, taking his cock deep into her slit.

He groans, arching his head back, moaning thickly and drives in deeper and deeper. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and swallows him whole, convulsing greedily on its throbbing enormity.

Her body bows under his, her face lights with a suffusion of joy. Her legs wind about his hips. She digs her hands into his thick, bulging biceps.

"Fuck me!" she whispers. "Jayant ... c'mon ... fuck me hard!"

Her cousin groans and begins to fuck her rapidly, driving his cock swiftly in and out of her cunt. His loins are on fire, desperate and hungry for release. His buttocks flex and unflex alternately and his hips swing up and down in an accelerating rhythm, snapping
at the waist.

Beneath him, Anuja bites her lower lip, stifling her cries, her body rocking and jerking under his, her breasts jiggling with his deep, stabbing thrusts. Faster and faster they go, hot, hungry, eager, feverish and desperate.

She orgasms rapidly, gasping and arching, squeezing her breasts, lifting her hips high, her cunt convulsing frantically on his pistoning penis. Jayant moans thickly and rams his cock into her repeatedly till he can no longer deny the clamour in his loins.

Buried in her slit, he explodes and she whimpers, her head turning to one side, her body rocking with small jerks as the thick jets of his jizz spurt and spurt and spurt like bullets into her sodden slit.

Jayant groans and sinks down on her, his cock still hard and quivering. She writhes under him. They kiss gently, their tongues flicking in and out of each other's mouths.

He caresses her breasts. They turn on their side, his cock still in her cunt, her legs thrust forward over his and fondle each other tenderly.

"I've missed you," she murmurs.

"So have I. Missed you, I mean."

"I've had some good fucking."

"I haven't."

"Poor thing."

"With the engagement, everyone's always around me."

"Mm. And, anyway, who is there you can fuck in Aurangabad without the whole town knowing?"

"A servant, a maid, a village girl from the outskirts. I've done it before."

"No one on a regular basis, though."

"No."

"Vaishali?"

"Off and on. Not as often as we'd like. Too many people around her all the time. We've got to keep stealing away to the fields or something."

She looks at him. "Are you very tense, love?"

"A bit."

She kisses him. "Don't worry, Jayant. Everything'll be fine."

"It's risky."

"Of course it is. That's what makes it so exciting. Have you told Ramu?"

He nods. "Yes. Late last evening. He was over the moon about it. Thinks it'll work. And he's dying to fuck you again."

"I'd like to fuck him, too."

He grins and kisses her. "And so you shall, sweet coz. Not long now."

"What do you want to do tomorrow, when they've gone?"

He laughs softly. "Fuck you, of course. What else?"

She giggles. "Of course, that's understood. But where? I've made a provisional booking at Manori. Arriving late tomorrow night."

He smiles in delight. "Great! That'll be lovely. We'll stay the next day and then come back?"

"I thought that might work out. That way, we can have some fun with the servants here, too, before we leave for Aurangabad."

"Wonderful! We'll have an orgy or something."

"Yes," she laughs. "Or something. Now c'mon, Jayant ... fuck me again!"

He slides out of her, and she turns on her forearms and knees on the floor, her swollen breasts succulent and pendulous. Her cousin kneels behind her and quickly thrusts his cock, still hard and throbbing, into her cunt.

She moans softly, biting her lower lip, rocking forward under his thrust. He grunts and slides his hand up her body and squeezes her breasts. His cock burns and throbs in her hot cunt. She whimpers in pleasure.

"Take it!" he gasps. "C'mon, Anji ... take it! Take my cock, whore!"

Beneath him, Anuja moans softly. "Yes ... oh god yes! Fuck me Jayant! Fuck me hard!"

The next evening, they drive to the airport to see their parents off on the late night flight. Finally, the four elders disappear through immigration. Jayant and Anuja hurry out of the airport.

Scrambling into the car, they head for Manori and check into Osmond's hotel. As usual, he is there personally to welcome them -- and to get an assurance of his reward for his continued discretion.

He gives them a handsome suite near the pool and the beach. Anuja and Jayant are delighted. Osmond beams. Anuja decides to reward him right away. She winks quickly at Jayant, who nods imperceptibly.

She slips out of her clothes smoothly, unwinding her *sari*, dropping her petticoat, opening her blouse. She is wearing nothing under it. Her body is luscious and ripe.

Osmond gapes at her. Anuja sways up to him and, tilting her face to his, unbuckles his trousers and slips her hand into his crotch, fondling his thick penis.

"I want you, Ozzie," she murmurs. "I want your cock. Fuck me."

His trousers rustle to his feet as he kisses her hard, squeezing her breasts eagerly. Her nipples stiffen in his fingers. She slides to her knees and nuzzles his crotch. His cock is already hard and erect, long and thick, a sizable eight and a half inches long and correspondingly thick.

She flips back the foreskin and, with a soft moan, swirls her tongue lasciviously around the bulging knob of his cock-head. Osmond groans thickly.

She slips her lips around his cock-head and part of his shaft and begins to suck it hungrily and deeply, with an increasingly insistent pressure.

Osmond gasps, his corpulent body jiggling as he rocks back and forth on his feet, pumping his hips at her face, which is distended by the size of his cock. Her head rocks to and fro before him. She jerks and pumps his cock in her fist.

Watching them, Jayant gets turned on. He thinks it looks very sexy, and finds the sight of her slender fingers curled around the dark cock very erotic especially with the beautiful gold and diamond rings twinkling in the soft light.