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Copyright 1996-97,

Mary Jorsay Gandmar

<maryjg@finebody.com>

>> DIRTY AMBER <<

( 3 )

Suresh turned his back to the wall against and stared into space,

his chest heaving, his erection throbbing, his mind in a daze. He

had found out. She had told him everything. Now it was up to him.

He felt drugged and heavy and useless and, at the same time,

strangely aroused. From the bedroom, he could hear their rising

cries, the sounds of their bodies slapping together, flesh on

flesh, flesh in flesh. He went back to the window. Inside, Michael

was fucking her rapidly, furiously, his buttocks flexing and

unflexing, his hips swinging up and down and back and forth,

bobbing and bucking violently, savagely over hers. His cock

pistoned and plunged furiously in and out of her cunt. She gasped

and cried out, her body jerking and arching, snapping and lurching

under his. Her cries were loud and lewd and her hips pumped

hungrily under his. His cock went up and down, in and out, his

balls crushing against her cunt-lips with each deep, plunging

thrust.

She orgasmed violently, arching and gasping sharply. Seconds

later, he moaned and thrust into her repeatedly, his hips

twitching at her cunt. Finally, he pulled out of her and scooted

quickly up her body and jerked his cock at her face. She opened

her mouth and sucked him. He came in seconds and she opened her

mouth and moaned as his jizz spurted into her mouth and spattered

her cheeks and neck and breasts and belly. Still dribbling spoot,

he went back between her legs and squeezed his cock into her cunt.

Gasping softly, he rocked in and out of her cunt briefly. She

moaned in pleasure, squirming on the bed.

"That was good," he grunted, squeezing her breasts. "Just like the

old times."

"Thank you," she replied, caressing his back and chest. "I enjoyed

that."

"Will I fuck you again this trip?"

"Frequently, I hope."

"When?"

"I'll call you. When are you off duty?"

"Thursday."

"Plan on spending it with me."

"I will."

He moved out of her and got off the bed. Just like another client,

Suresh thought. He waited as the steward dressed. He returned to

the bed and kissed her deeply and gently, fondling her breasts.

She responded with ardour. Finally, he drew away.

"Thursday."

"Yes," she said. "Thursday."

"Call me if it's not going to work out."

"Yes."

"Thanks again. Good fuck."

"'Bye Mike. Say hi to the girls."

"They miss you."

"I'll come by and say hello."

"They'd like that."

He grinned and straightened his uniform. Lighting a cigarette, he

let himself out. Suddenly, Suresh was unsure. He did not know what

to do, what was expected of him. Should he go to her? Should he

wait? What should he say? Ask for an explanation? What explanation

was there to give now? He leaned his head against the wall and

closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he started, yelping in surprise. She had come out on the

terrace, naked, the other man's smell and jizz still strong on her

body; he found it very exciting. She was on her knees in front of

him and his sticky, rigid cock was already in her mouth.

"Sayali, I ..." he began.

She looked up and shook her head. "Not now, Suresh. Not now.

Later."

And then she took him deep in her mouth and sucked him like he had

never been sucked before. On and on she went, whimpering in

mounting excitement, making him gasp and groan, till he finally

succumbed and started fucking her face for his pleasure, holding

her head in both hands and rocking it back and forth between his

thighs, his hips pumping at her face.

"Oh, you bitch," he gasped. "Suck it, you whore! Suck it harder!

More!"

Then he pushed her head away and jerked her to her feet. He shoved

her against the wrought-iron table on the balcony, made her lean

forward over it and stood behind her.

"Your ass, whore!" he snarled. "I want your ass! I want to fuck

your butt!"

For the first time in his life, Suresh discovered the unique

pleasure of sodomising a beautiful woman. He forced his cock

between her buttocks and jammed his cock-head to her anus. She

tensed and he gripped her hips and, with a loud cry, jerked his

hips forward. His penis burst into her asshole and she cried out

thinly, her head snapping up, biting her lower lip. He rammed his

cock in deeper and took her ass savagely, pounding his hips

frantically at her buttocks. The heat in his loins was

uncontainable and he drilled deep into her and exploded, flooding

her ass with his seed.

Now the pent-up fury spewed like a lava. He jerked out of her and

pushed his cock into her cunt. She gasped heavily and he fucked

her hard for several minutes. Then he pulled out and dragged her

into the room. Through the rest of that afternoon, he fucked her

demonically, savaging her every orifice again and again, making

her voice the obscene encouragement he had heard her use with the

steward. Finally, he was on top of her, fucking her furiously,

ramming and reaming into her cunt. She gasped and cried out,

thrashing uncontrollably under him, and he felt her orgasm and

lost control again. He slammed his cock into her hard and she

cried out loudly. He rammed in again, and yet again and finally

ejaculated, his hot seed searing out of his penis and into her hot

cunt.

Sweating and panting, he began to slip his cock out of her cunt.

Suddenly, she clenched him and her lips and tongue were at his

ear.

"Not yet," she whispered. "Please, Suresh. Not yet. Fuck me again.

Fuck me hard. Like a whore. I want you to hurt me. Please. Fuck me

hard."

He looked at her and saw that she was crying, tears rolling down

her cheeks from red, misty eyes. His heart broke and he moaned

softly, in deep pain. She pulled his head to hers and she kissed

him, her chest heaving in racked sobs. Her breasts were hot and

heavy under his chest.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she sobbed. "Please ... say

you believe me."

He moaned again and her kisses grew feverish. "You must believe

me. You must."

"I believe you," he said in a small voice. "I believe you. And I

love you, too. I love you, my heart. I love you."

They kissed again, and now no words were needed and he could feel

the joy and radiance and gratitude flowing from her in a hot wave.

They rolled over and she began to work on his body again, arousing

him with that sureness of touch that took his breath away and made

him wonder how there could be a heaven after this.

They fell asleep several hours later in a tangle of soaked sheet

and sweating limbs. When he awoke, it was late evening. He slipped

out of bed and wandered out to the terrace. He felt strangely

elated, even ecstatic, at peace with the world, deeply aroused.

The sunset was spectacular, gold with hints of purple and scarlet,

and the air was clean, with a sharp nip. He returned to the musky,

sex-scented warmth of the bedroom. He caught a glimpse of himself

in the mirror and studied his reflection. He saw a lean, tall,

fair-skinned man, clean-shaven and quietly handsome, without the

overly rugged macho looks of a stud or the softness of a

householder. Just about right, he decided. His shoulders were

wide, his chest was firm and deep, neatly cleaved, his belly firm

and trim. His cock was good enough, six inches long limp, eight

inches or so erect. His torso was a gently tapering V and his

waist was narrow. His arms and legs had long, smooth, strong

muscles.

He returned to the bedroom. Sayali slept deeply, the sheets flung

back. She was on her side, and he could see the swell of her

breasts between her arms, the gentle rise and fall of her bosom.

The dark delta between her legs looked sticky with sex. He sat on

the bed and ran his hand up her long, shapely leg to her hip and

buttock, then higher to her chest. She stirred in her sleep and

she turned, her arm rising, her hand moving up to his shoulder. He

cupped her face and then slid his hand down to her breast.

"Fuck me?" she said drowsily.

"Yes."

"Lick my slit, Suresh."

It began again, and they fucked slowly and unhurriedly, again and

again, for another hour or more. Now he felt free to do and say as

he pleased and she filled him wonder and joy as she responded to

his every need and satisfied it without hesitation.

When they were done at last, they showered and went down to the

bar. They had several drinks each and he was delighted to find

that she knew her liquor.

"Part of my work," she murmured with a teasing smile.

"Tell me about it."

"What?"

"Your -- work. Your whoring."

"Are you serious?"

He nodded, his eyes shining. "Very. I think it's very erotic."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. Where you go, what you do, who with, how. All of it."

"Let's go to that corner table. We can snuggle. I want to jerk you

off while we talk."

"You're crazy."

"About you and about sex."

"In that order?"

"Yes. I think so. First it was only sex. Now it's you and then

sex."

"You're fantastic."

"So are you. Let's go."

At the table, in a dimly lit corner, she slid her hand under the

huge tablecloth and quickly unzipped his fly. He stifled a gasp as

she fondled his penis and began masturbating him. She leaned her

head on his shoulder and slowly worked his cock.

"I work for a company called Hedon & Venery. The owner -- we just

call him sir -- is a young lawyer, very bright, very rich." She

didn't reveal his identity. Jayant ran a tight ship and the

penalty for indiscretion was terminal.

"He's also an incredible lover," she continued, "the best I've

known. He has a huge cock, almost a foot long, and this incredible

body and he makes a woman feel like one big cunt from head to toe.

The company owns a chain of hotels. The Apistia? Yes, that's it,

the five-star, double-deluxe, super-luxury chain. It's actually a

brothel. We all work there. About three hundred girls and a

hundred and fifty guys. There's also a special club for the elite.

I've been promoted to it recently. That's very pricey. The whole

place is pricey. Very pricey."

"How much do you take?"

"I began on an hourly rate, two thousand."

"What!"

"Yes. That's the bottom. I've worked my way up. Now, it's a flat

fee, fifty thousand rupees, everything goes, long as you like.

Group bookings -- that's a maximum of six guys together -- is two

and a half lakhs."

"You make two and half lakhs a night?"

"No. Half that. The other half is the company's brocage. And it

might be more than a night, in my bracket."

"Tell me more," he said softly, fascinated by her narration.

"What's the company like? How big is it? How many people work for

it? What else does it do?"

She laughed softly and squeezed his cock. "Easy, easy, my handsome

groom."

"Tell me."

"I will. So many questions. So little time ..."

"Sayali ..."

"All right, all right," she giggled, pumping his cock. "Are you

going to come?"

"Not immediately."

"Good. I like this."

"So do I. Now talk."

"Yes. The company. It's huge. International, now, with operations

in America, Canada, Europe -- especially Amsterdam and the bigger

Scandinavian cities, Japan and the Far East, and the Middle East.

That's a huge market. It makes films, magazines, videos, sexual

aids like dildoes and vibrators and sheaths, aphrodisiacs, the

works. We also supply personnel, for limited periods -- girls and

guys are sent on deputation, seconded to the international market.

Usually, it's for shows or film-shoots on foreign locations,

sometimes to work in the company's whorehouses on assignment."

"Is that on request?"

"Yes. There are clients who like the exotic. So the company

provides it. asian girls. asian guys."

"Have you been abroad?"

"Twice. Once to Stockholm for a show."

"Meaning what?"

"A live show. Fucking on stage. I was with three other girls and

six guys. It was two weeks. I loved the work and the show did

well."

"And the second time?"

"Oh, to Muscat. That was a regular assignment to a whorehouse. One

of the regular clients there wanted some Indian girls. I was one

of the four. We stayed for a week."

"And then?"

"Well, the company's very generous. After the Stockholm stint, we

were given a five-star two-week holiday in Europe. Free stay at

all our hotels, free first-class travel, the works. Unlimited

shopping. From Dubai I went to Greece and Crete and Cyprus."

Suresh arched his eyebrows, very impressed. "That's extraordinary.

You've seen more of the world than I have."

"In more ways than you can imagine," she giggled. "I feel that the

best way to get to know a nation is to fuck its men."

He laughed. "You must be very highly regarded in the company."

"I am, now. It took time. There's serious competition. The base

standard is very high." Suddenly, she looked at him. "My god, you

still don't know, do you?"

"What?"

"This hotel is one of ours, too. We bought it several years ago.

It's part of the chain now."

"What!"

"Yes. It's also a brothel."

"They -- they supply girls, here?"

"And guys, if you want them. For men and women."

"Where? How?"

"You have to be recommended. Michael arranges to supply your

preference."

"How do you choose?"

"Would you like to try?"

"Yes. Yes, I would."

"I'm glad. We'll do it later. Tonight?"

"Is that possible?"

"Anything's possible. Ask for the telephone, will you?"

"What for?"

"I'll talk to Michael."

Suresh summoned the steward and called for the cordless. He

noticed Sayali smiling at the waiter and realised that he was

another of her lovers. He hid a grin. The cordless telephone

arrived and Sayali stopped masturbating him to punch in a code.

Suresh ordered a fresh round of drinks.

"Mikey? It's me, Sayali." She listened, then giggled. "Yes,

everything's fine. I told you it would be. We're at the bar.

Listen, I need a favour ... no, not that, you fool. More of that

later. Yes, I promise. Yes. Can you fix up someone for him for

tonight. I know it's short notice, but could you? For me? Someone

special. Oh, that'd be perfect, yes. We'd like to see the

catalogues. After dinner. Ten o'clock?" She looked at Suresh, who

nodded. "Yes, ten's fine. In our suite. And get some of the

pepstuff. Yes, that'll do. Nothing overstrength. And Mikey? Will

you tell accounts to debit my tab? No, for everything. The whole

stay. Yes, I'll sign the voucher. Thanks, love. See you tonight."

She disconnected and smiled at him. "It's arranged. He'll get you

a catalogue and you can decide.'

"Good. Now. Go on."

"What?"

"Talking and frigging me."

Sayali giggled and her hand dived under the tablecloth again. She

started masturbating him.

"I'd better not come," he murmured. "If these girls are as good as

you say, I'll need everything for them."

"Don't worry about that," she smiled. "I've asked for some of our

aphrodisiacs. They're very good, very effective. You'll be able to

fuck them for hours."

"Fine. Keep going then. Now tell me about your clients."

"Oh, it's quite simple. I get a call from reservations, and if I

approve the client, a time is arranged. Whatever they do, they're

very rich. They have to be."

"And you go off to a room and they bang you and that's it?"

She looked shocked. "Good god, no. Nothing like that. It's very

civilised, very polished. We meet in a public area, like the lobby

or something, fully dressed, like good friends or business

acquaintances. We have a drink at the bar, or something light in

the coffee-shop. Then we go off to the reserved room or suite and

we fuck. It's not just the wham-bam type of thing; I suck cock, he

licks my slit, we sixty-nine and so on. There's no hurry -- at

that price, there can't be. It's more like making love."

"I see."

"And there's nothing they can't do, short of actual physical

abuse. For instance, some of them enjoy the idea of fucking

married woman, of having a whore who's another man's wife. So I

dress up like a housewife, complete with *mangalsutra* and all,

and I tease them along with clever double-talk till we get to the

room. Then I become a full fledged slut."

"Up at the Club Gere, things are different. Here, clients don't

pay. They're members, and guests. There are no bills, no vouchers,

no signing. The bill is sent on later, and nobody questions it.

The members pay a very heavy annual fee, entrance is very limited,

and then they have to pay only for the girls. Everything else is

free, booze, cigarettes, sex-dope."

"How do I get in?" Suresh grinned wickedly.

She laughed. "You're already in. Standard house policy. When any

girl gets married, her husband has automatic membership, unless

it's cancelled."

"Why would it be cancelled?" He looked genuinely puzzled.

"Think about it, Suresh. Suppose you hadn't responded like this.

Suppose you'd thrown me out, refused to accept my past, my work,

all of this. Could we still have you as an honoured Club Gere

member?"

"I guess not. So you mean I can go back and use the Club?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Is there a Club here?"

She laughed. "Not yet. Later this year. We'll put it in after the

season closes."

Suresh grinned at her, his eyes dancing with delight. "This is

fantastic," he murmured. "Really wonderful."

"You ready to come?"

"No, I'm fine. I'd like to remain like this. Hot and hard."

"My hero," she said, kissing his cheek and stopped masturbating

him.

They had a small dinner, neither very hungry, both impatient to

get back to their suite. The sheets had been changed and the beds

turned down. Suresh noticed that an expensive laser-disc player

had been installed on top of the huge colour television. An

elegant trolley stood to one side, with racks of discs and, on the

shelf beneath, a slew of thick catalogues, stacked neatly upright.

The shelves beneath were filled with bottles, jars, vials and a

bewildering variety of sheaths, dildoes, vibrators and other

baubons. A small card on the trolley, embossed in white-on-white,

said, simply, *For Your Pleasure*.

Sayali selected a disc and fed it into the machine. He sat on the

edge of the bed and she knelt between his legs and started sucking
his cock. He let her do it and started the player.

The clips were stunning. Suresh had never seen such lovely, sexy

women. They were show in all kinds of positions, with all kinds of

men, often with several at once, taking their enormous penises in

their every orifice, frequently simultaneously. Understanding the

operation menu, he skimmed through several disks in mounting

excitement. All these girls were said to be available. Figures in

the bottom right hand corner indicated their rates. The girls got

better as the figures rose. Very close to the top range, he found

Sayali and watched a video of her with two hugely endowed men who

were fucking her in the cunt and mouth simultaneously. As she

watched, they paused and turned her slender body on its side

between theirs and started fucking her cunt and ass together. Her

face was contorted with lust and she moaned and rocked

ecstatically between them. Astonished, he looked down at her. She

was whimpering with excitement, sucking and licking his cock

hungrily. Her head bobbed and rocked up and down between his

thighs and her fingers and lips were sticky with his seed.

"Try the catalogues," she mumbled.

He stopped the player and flipped through six thick volumes. Each

girl was accorded a ten or twelve page section of full-page,

pin-sharp colour pictures that showed her in every conceivable

sexual activity. Sayali's section had her with three different

guys, in different sequences, in cunt, mouth and ass. The final

shot showed all three fucking her together.

"Choose. Which one do you want?" Sayali stopped sucking his cock.

"I can have any I like?"

"The ones marked with a K and a star are readily available and

free. If the star's not there, they're busy. The others will have

to be flown down, if they're available. That might take a day."

Suresh nodded and flipped through the laser-disc catalogues again.

He pointed to one.

"Her. I want her."

"Good choice," Sayali said. "Madhavi's a fabulous fuck."

"What do I do now?"

"It's an interactive service. Punch her code on the remote."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Suresh punched the code. "You want a stud?" he asked.

"That'd be nice."

"Which one?"

"You choose."

"Mm, let's see." Suresh scanned the discs again. "How about this

guy? Krishnan."

"Yummy. He's new. What's his rating?"

"What's that?"

"If you punch his code and press zero, you'll see it. They're

rated on a one-to-ten scale."

Suresh punched the buttons. "It says he's an eight point nine.

Madhavi's nine point seven."

"I told you she's good. And she's only seventeen. She'll hit ten

before she's twenty."

"What's your rating?"

"What do you think?"

"Ten?"

"I used to be. Now I'm not rated. Only starred."

Suresh laughed and punched the buttons to call up her lover. He

shut down the system and caressed her face gently and drew it back

between his thighs. She sucked his cock briefly and then, before

he could come, paused and turned to the trolley. She gave him a

number of pills and capsules and took some herself, then snapped

two vials under their noses. The aphrodisiacs were incredibly

potent and Suresh gasped as his cock ballooned and his balls

surged with fresh, hot jizz. His muscles strained, popped and his

skin glowed and he felt like a million dollars. Sayali orgasmed

and sucked his cock hungrily. He came in seconds, spurting jizz
into her mouth. She groaned and swallowed his gunk, masturbating.

Suresh noticed that his erection had not waned and that he felt as

aroused as before.

There was knock on the door, in code. Three quick raps, then one,

then two.

"It's them," Sayali said. "I'll get it."

She opened the door and one of the loveliest women Suresh had seen

came in, followed by a devastatingly handsome man. The girl
squealed in delight at seeing Sayali and threw herself at her. The

two women kissed and hugged and laughed in delight, chattering

excitedly.

"It's nice to be back," Sayali said. "You've been well?"

"Never better. And look at you! married and all."

"Come, meet my husband. Madhavi, this is Suresh. Suresh, Madhavi."

Suresh got to his feet. Madhavi smiled at him. She was utterly

bewitching. Smooth-skinned, dusky, doe-eyed, with a lovely, bright

smile and dancing *kajal*-lined eyes, she had an hourglass figure

with heavy breasts, a flat belly and narrow waist and flared hips

and sexy buttocks. She was wearing jeans and a baggy T-shirt and

he could see the heavy contours of her breasts.

He looked over her shoulder and saw Sayali and the man murmuring

to each other. The man smiled, then laughed. Sayali turned around

and introduced them. At her suggestion, they moved to the living

room. Sayali suggested a round of drinks. Madhavi mixed the drinks

quickly and efficiently from the well-stocked bar. Suresh was

feeling very randy. He sipped his drink then put it aside as

Madhavi came up to him. Sitting in a deep chair, he held her hand

and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled and then her lips were

soft and warm under his and her hands were undoing his clothes. He

flicked a glance over her shoulder. On the sofa, Sayali's blouse

was undone and the gigolo was caressing her breasts. Her *sari*

was drawn up to her waist and his other hand rummaged between her

thighs. Suresh grunted suddenly and looked down. Madhavi was on

her knees between his legs and was jerking his penis slowly. Her

tongue slid out and coiled around his cock-head.

"Forget them," she said. "We'll play fours later. Now just sit

back and relax."

It was the most unforgettably erotic night of Suresh's life.

Madhavi was pure magic and he fucked her repeatedly. She denied

him nothing and astonished him with her skill and willingness.

Across the room, he watched the gigolo pounding into his wife's

flesh, and his arousal mounted and he fucked Madhavi harder. The

aphrodisiacs were very strong, and he was able to orgasm

repeatedly without tiring or losing his erection. At some point,

the two women were locked in a lesbian tangle while the men fucked

their asses together. It was past four in the morning when all

four were finally sated. They fell asleep on the large bed in a

knotted jumble of sweating limbs and naked bodies.

The next morning, Sayali and Suresh were woken by the gentle

caresses of their hired lovemates. They fucked them again,

unhurriedly and luxuriantly, for over an hour. Finally, Suresh and

Sayali were alone again. They lay in bed, kissing and fondling and

slowly arousing each other and began to fuck.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked softly as he slid his cock into her

cunt.

"Very much. And you?"

"Oh yes. He was very good."

"We'll get them back tonight."

"Try someone else. There's quite a range on offer."

"So I noticed."

"They're all exceptionally good."

"Okay. But you choose."

"All right."

"I love you," he said and kissed her slowly.

"And I love you, Suresh," she said. "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck

me hard!"

The rest of their honeymoon was a haze of naked, hot, eager flesh.

Suresh fucked more women than he could remember. Each was

fabulous. He never tired of Sayali and their fucking got better as

his lectual skills improved rapidly under the deft tutelage of the

succession of mistresses. Sayali had a penchant for adventure.

When they went out, late one evening, for a boat-ride on the lake,

Sayali looked around and, noticing that the lake was deserted,

asked if he would like to watch the boatman fuck her.

By this time, Suresh was completely blasé about fornication. He

assessed the boatman quickly, with a confident, expert eye and

accepted the suggestion. He instructed the boatman to row them to

a quiet corner of the lake under an overhanging tree. Then he sat

in the prow of the boat and watched the stranger fuck his wife.

Sayali loved it. They paused and continued in a deserted

boathouse. The next day, she did it again with a horseman when

they went riding, and the day after that with another boatman.



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