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Jam Of Tarts 12 The Office Comers
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Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar
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Copyright 1997-8,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>
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A JAM OF TARTS
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12
THE OFFICE COMERS
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Sonali felt horny. She sighed and pushed the papers away. She
looked around. The office was largely deserted with most of the
staff in Court or elsewhere. Only one peon, Vinod, was still in
the office. He sat in a chair at the far end of the office, his
head bent, kicking his legs idly back and forth.
"Vinod!" she called.
He looked up with a grin and got to his feet. He was very
good-looking. Not tall, but handsome, with a fine, slightly hooked
nose, a firm mouth and chin, thick, curly hair, laughing eyes. His
body was lean and hard and sexy. Under her own tutelage, he had
learned to use it well with women.
She looked lovely, dressed in a white *khadi* cotton
*salvar-khameez*, with a high mandarin collar and designed yoke,
her hair loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty
face. Her firm jutted out against the contoured cloth. Her
eyes were lightly lined with *kajal*, and she had applied just a
trace of lipstick. He noticed, grinning, that she didn't have bra
on: he could see her stubby nipples and the dark shadow of her
aureoles.
She smiled gently, leaning back in the chair, tilting it on his
swivel hinge, thrusting her chest out even further and lifting her
hands to sweep her hair off her neck. Her thrust out, and
the buttons of the *kurta* parted in bowed loops, showing him her
breasts.
"Yes? What can I do for you, madam?" he queried slyly. "*Kyaseva
karoon*?"
She giggled. "You need to ask? *Puchna padega*?"
He chuckled, his eyes bright and warm, and she stretched her arms
out to him. He bent his head and they kissed slowly and his tongue
slid between her warm, moist lips and explored her mouth. Her arms
wound about his shoulders and she caressed his strong back sexily.
He smelled musky and sweaty and sexy. He cupped her and
fondled them gently, and instantly her nipples shot out stiff and
hard in his palms.
"Come on ... let's go in," she said huskily.
They went into the special chamber Rajeev had fixed up for just
this purpose. It was soundproofed and furnished with comfortable
chairs and a sofa, and large, well-sprung double-bed. It also
carried closed-circuit television with the master monitor on
Rajeev's desk so that he could watch the goings-on, and
equipment for filming the action. The was
automatically operated. It had sophisticated, customised computer
controls, with sonar and infrared sensors to locate the source of
the action. It automatically filmed all sexual acts within the
room.
Vinod locked the door behind them, and the whirred quietly
to life. He turned to find that Sonali had already unbuttoned her
*kurta* and was struggling out of it. He watched her, grinning
hugely, unbuttoning his and it off. His body was
lean and hairless, smooth-skinned, the chest well-defined and
hard. He unzipped his jeans with a loud *krrrik* and dropped them.
His cock was big, long and thick, still limp. Sonali smiled as he
began to masturbate.
"Wait for me," she said. "I want to do that."
She dropped her *salvar*. She had nothing on beneath that either,
and her cunt-fuzz tempted him. Like all the women here, it was
trimmed to sparseness, her cunt-lips clear. Her looked
swollen. There was thin gold chain with a delicate pearl in sepal
pendant around her neck. She tossed her hair and her
jiggled temptingly. He took her in his arms and they kissed
hungrily, their tongues in each other's mouths. She caressed his
cock eagerly and he fondled her and felt them grow warm
and hard in his palms, the nipples shooting out rock-hard. Their
bodies squirmed hotly, and she was panting as they moved to the
bed.
"Vinod," she gasped, "let me suck your cock. *Mujhechoosnede*."
She turned on her back and he grinned and knelt over her face with
his head bent, watching her. She took his penis in her fist,
rolled back the foreskin and, arching her head, parting her pretty
lips, took his cock in her mouth and began to suck it. He gasped
as her electric tongue flickered over his cock-head. She moaned in
her throat, and harder. Her head rose and fell between his
legs. Her mouth was incredible on his cock -- warm and inviting,
him avidly, moving back and forth. Vinod felt the fires
roiling in his balls as she drew him deep into her throat, his
pubic hair against her lips. She caressed her face with his cock,
her eyes hooded in lust, moaning softly. He chuckled at the sight.
She his cock again, and now she held his buttocks and
pulled him down deeper into her hungry mouth. He fucked her face
eagerly, his buttocks rising and falling, the erect, hot,
throbbing cock glistening as it slid in and out of her mouth. He
squeezed her and found them hard and hot. Her legs jerked
wide, her knees rising in flagrantly obscene invitation to his
mouth and fingers.
She stopped his cock for a minute, to moan, "Vinod ...
lick my cunt! *Chaatmujhe*!"
He laughed and bent over her, thrusting his face between her
forked thighs as he continued to fuck her mouth. Her was
already wet and he pulled her cunt-lips open and roughly jammed
his tongue into the soft flesh within. Sonali gasped and her hips
jerked up hard at his face. He chuckled and began to tongue-fuck
her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her cunt, flicking
at her gorged clitoris. His buttocks pumped steadily over her face
and she and licked the peon's penis with mounting
excitement. He twisted two fingers into her as he licked it
and she gasped and writhed in delight under him. Sonali pumped his
penis in her fist as she worked it cleverly with her tongue and
lips and teeth, hungrily. His tongue darted in and out of
her sodden cunt-flesh.
Their bodies writhed and bucked in the sixty-nine. She moaned
lasciviously, deep in her throat, as his cock sputtered pre-cum
gunk into her mouth. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt,
and heavy and he moved his fingers deftly so that she was soon
careening toward an orgasm.
The peon sensed her climax approaching, and he stopped and rose
and moved around to kneel between her splayed thighs, his cock in
his hand. She arched her hips and back, offering him her cunt,
and, with a loud chuckle, he squeezed his cock slowly into her
cunt. Sonali gasped and arched hard beneath him, squeezing her
gorged breasts, her face screwed up in lust as the randy
peon began to fuck her. Sonali moaned ecstatically as his
ploughed into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh baby yes ... ohhhh uhhhh ohhhhh uhhh Ohhhh uhh OHHH uhhh
OHHHH uhhhh," she moaned, "OHHHH yes uhhh OHHH god yes ..."
Vinod watched her face spasm with pleasure and he kept up a steady
rhythm, stroking his penis in and out of her cunt. He moved
steadily for several minutes, his hips swinging rhythmically, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, then abruptly hit a rapid
ram-fucking stroke, only to slow again. Sonali went wild with
delight. She arched steeply under him, clenching his shoulders as
he hammered at her heaving body. When he slowed, she moaned, and
caressed his shaft and balls. Her legs rose, and the
filmed his huge cock stroking smoothly and steadily in and out of
her cunt. Then it snapped to a long shot of their groins slapping
and grinding together.
The gold chain with its pearl pendant slithered and swung back and
forth on her chest, and Vinod arched his head, panting and gasping
at the heat of her as she arched and bucked with him, her
on his cock like a vice.
"OHHH yes ohhh yes yes yes ..." she moaned, "Take me ... ohhhh god
yes ... fuck me baby ... OHHHHH yes ... *Lelemujhe*, Vinod!
*Chodhmujhe*!"
The peon's lean body shone with sweat now as he squeezed his cock
in and out of Sonali's taut cunt-channel. His body was angled over
hers, and he rested his hands on her breasts, crushing them under
his weight as he hammered his hips at her buttocks. Sonali gasped
and her legs rose higher to hook over his shoulders, and the
automatically zoomed in to a close-up of her buttocks
curved up and lobed open and his cock hammering rapidly back and
forth, up and down, in and out. After several minutes, the
snapped to her lust-ridden face and the mikes picked up her moans
and panting gasps. She looked lovely, the slightly curved nose
with the nostrils dilated, the deep brown eyes glassy, hooded, the
perfect teeth bared as her lips drew back in a loud, ululating
moan of lust. The loveliness of her face was accentuated by the
delicate beauty spots and marks on one cheek, the attractive
little scar beside her left eye.
"Ohhhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Vinod," Sonali
murmured. "*Jorsechodh*, Vinod! *Jorsechodh*!"
Her body rolled up onto the small of her back with his thrusts,
curling under him as her cries rose excitedly.
Vinod slid out of her and flipped her over. On her forearms and
knees, Sonali immediately thrust her buttocks up at him, her fine
hair sweeping in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned
to one side. The peon thrust his cock into her hard and she
gasped and lurched forward. He fucked her rapidly, ramming his
cock rapidly in and out of her cunt. Sonali's body jerked and
rocked under his, her back bending and curving, her buttocks
swinging and rolling from side to side as Vinod's big penis
crammed itself into her moist, hot, taut channel.
He held her waist and skewered her hard and deep. His muscles
rippled and his body streamed with sweat. He flung his head back
and gasped, jerking and slamming his hips at hers. The
zoomed into a close-up of his cock going into her cunt.
Dark and ridged with angry veins, it glistened and throbbed
visibly as it stroked in and out of her flesh. It went in deep,
came out six or seven inches with each stroke, then plunged in
savagely again.
"Ohhh uhhh OHHHHH uhh ohh Vinod *hanhhh* uhhhh *HANhhhh* uhhh
*Hanhhh* uhh OHHHHh Vinodvinodvinod*HANHHHhhh*," Sonali cried.
Her perfect, pearly teeth were bared in a rictus of lust and her
face was beautiful with passion as she jerked and lurched beneath
the peon. Her hair swung back and forth and so did the gold and
pearl chain around her neck. Her swollen jiggled, the
nipples.
"C'mon whore c'mon ... *chulrundichul* take it *lele* ... take my
cock, bitch ... *lelemerelundko*, *kutti*! OHHHH uhh *Hanhhh*
uhhhh *hanhhhh* ..." Vinod gasped in return.
His face was flushed, and he was panting, his nostrils flared. He
bent to squeeze her turgid as he ground his loins against
her buttocks. Sonali moaned her joy. She arched hard, and thrust
her buttocks up higher, grinding against his loins. She rose on
her toes, bent over like a hairpin, and Vinod gasped, bending over
her, giving the a splendid shot of his puckered anus
splayed wide open even as his cock jerked furiously in and out, in
and out of her cunt. Thrust up high under his hips, her buttocks
shook and trembled under him as she orgasmed. She fell to her
knees again as it cascaded over her. She dug her hand between her
legs to cup his balls, squeezing them and he gripped her swinging
hard. Her face jerked up, a vision of lust, the eyes
closed, the lips parted in a wide 'O' of pure, greedy, hungry
lust.
Vinod skewered her cunt, driving in deep, with a shuddering moan
that rang in her ears. His head arched back and gasping, flushed,
as her clamped and hard on his cock, him
deeper into her, till he could hold back no longer. He rammed and
thrust and spiralled into her repeatedly, crying out in sheer joy
as he came, releasing a copious flood of hot seed into her sticky
slit.
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2
Sonali's body rippled with lust. The performance she had just seen
in the special suite for lectual activities in Rajeev's office had
her hankering for a man. The orgy in the suite was still going on.
It was a Friday evening, so everyone indulged themselves.
She was still working when everyone else packed up. Only Chiman
stayed on. He sat in the main lounge, leafing through the evening
newspaper. Sonali packed her briefcase, snapped it shut and rose,
intending to head straight home to a long, hot bath followed by an
evening of sex with her husband's new business associate. Her
husband thought it would clinch his deal. A muffled cry from the
'Nutcracker Suite' made her stop. Chiman looked up and grinned.
"They seem to be having fun," he chuckled. "*Mazaakarrahehain*."
"Who's inside? *Kaunhain andar*?"
"Harsha, I think, and Nandini and Seema and Nisha. Some guys, too.
Wanna look? *Dekhnahain*?"
These performances were always worth watching. She had often been
a performer herself and she knew that they were fun on either side
of the glass. She went into the viewing gallery, a long room that
ran the length of the suite behind a solid wall of one-way glass.
She flipped the switch and the lights in the viewing gallery
dimmed, and the wall shimmered, affording a view into the room
beyond. She smiled at what she saw.
At the long table in the centre of the room, Harsha, Rajeev's
stunning telephone operator and assistant, and Kishore's wife, was
being humped by Barku, the handsome peon. Sonali watched as
the lovely moaned softly, bent over the table, standing on
the floor, her buttocks thrust back at the naked peon. Barku, dark
and good-looking, stood behind her, his thick, long cock
half-embedded in her cunt. He squeezed it in further, grunting,
his fingers digging into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. Harsha
moaned and jerked under the thrust, her head arching, her lovely
swinging. The cock disappeared slowly between her
buttocks. Barku paused, then slid out, then thrust in again with a
cruel roll and swing of his buttocks. Harsha cried out and gasped,
the breath rushing from her throat. Sonali knew just how she felt,
for Barku had fucked her like this several times. He was good at
it. As she watched, he began to move faster, with deeper, harder,
more punishing thrusts, running his cock swiftly in and out of her
cunt. He bent forward to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard in
his hands.
On the large bed against one wall, Seema, Rajeev's assistant, a
fair and pretty-faced woman moaned and gasped as Lewis, the
company chauffeur fucked her. He was bent over her and they were
fucking hard. His buttocks bounced furiously, bobbing madly up and
down, his huge cock rising, glistening, plunging into her cunt.
Seema's legs were drawn up high about his back. Her fleshy
jiggled, her body rolling upward with every thrust. Lewis kissed
her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
On the floor at the foot of the bed lay Vinod, the new peon whom
Sonali had first seduced and then gently trained in the art of
lovemaking. Proficient at it now, he was fucking Nandini, an
attractive assistant. She gasped as she rocked up and down,
back and forth on his big cock, her gold chains swinging on her
sweat-flecked, dusky body. Her mouth was open and she gasped and
called obscenely as she bucked. Vinod's hips rose and fell
rhythmically under her, tossing her up and down, her
bouncing.
Finally, there were Nisha and Babu. She was the stenographer and
he was a peon. He was fucking her from behind, lying on his side
behind her, her leg drawn up, his cock thrust deep into her, one
hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously
up and down, her eyes closed, her pretty face a vision of lust,
her bouncing, the mangalsutra around her neck jumping on
her fair, creamy skin. Sonali could see Babu's penis running in
and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the creamy
curves of her buttocks, his thighs pummelling her buttocks. Her
face was contorted with lust, her mouth open in a loud cry, her
eyes shut. Behind her, Babu heaved her buttock up and apart and
slammed his hips furiously back and forth. His penis thundered in
and out of her cunt.
The sight was extraordinarily erotic. As she watched the octet
copulate feverishly, Sonali felt her ooze its juices. She
hadn't seen Chiman follow her into the room. He stood silently in
the shadows behind her, smiling to himself, leaning against the
wall and watching the orgy. It was exciting.
Chiman was not good-looking. His face was heavy, with a
nose, a fleshy mouth, oversized and stained teeth and large,
exposed gums. Despite his looks, he was an immensely satisfying
lover. He was dark and lean, with a wiry toughness to his build.
He was dressed in a bright unbuttoned to the waist and
showed his solidly muscled, V-shaped torso. The chest was
well-defined, and his belly was hard and flat. His trunk was
hairless. His arms and legs were long and strong. He wore a couple
of golden chains around his neck. His trousers were taut and
showed the bulge in his groin.
His eyes flicked from the window to the woman in front of
him. He knew her well: he fucked her frequently, and knew that she
would be randy and hot for a fuck now.
She was quite lovely without being conventionally beautiful. Her
eyes were deep brown and bright, lined with *kajal*; the nose was
a trifle beaky, the neck not long; but the face was a nice oval,
and her mouth was delectable: slightly pouting, with a bowed upper
lip, slimmer than the full lower one. Her teeth were perfect, even
and very white, with bright gums. Her face had attractive beauty
spots high on the left cheekbone. Her hair was lovely, a dark,
silky curtain with a sheen. It was cut short and hung down just to
her shoulders and curled over her forehead in a delectable wave.
Her body was firm and well-proportioned. She was short, but her
were superb: Firm and high and taut, fleshy mounds with
stubby nipples and small aureoles and a deep cleavage, quite
fuckable. Her belly was flat, and her hips and buttocks swelled
gently. Her arms and legs were nicely turned, slender, the ankles
shapely, the hands elegant and well-formed.
She was dressed as usual in a *churidar* and *kurta* outfit, the
*kurta* with a high mandarin collar. A thin gold chain with a
pearl pendant in an inverted sepal hung around her neck, lifting
over the mandarin collar to rest on her chest. She wore a gold
bracelet and long, dangling, matching earrings. The *kurta* was
buttoned down the front. Chiman knew she would be naked beneath --
they all were. He watched as she began to toy with the buttons of
the *kurta*, flipping open one, then another. He grinned to
himself. Not long now.
She thrust her hands beneath it to unknot her *salvar*, loosening
it. She slid one hand under her *kurta*, cupping her breast,
thrusting the other into her *salvar*, between her thighs.
Chiman slipped into a seat behind the wide divan on which she sat,
masturbating. Her breath hissed as she fondled her and
cunt, her eyes riveted on the sight before her.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck,
sliding his arms around her, thrusting them down the open neck of
the *kurta*, over her luscious mounds. They were hot and turgid to
the touch, the nipples already nut-hard. Sonali jumped in
surprise, and her head jerked around.
"God Chiman, it's you!" she cried. "You frightened me!"
"Sorry," he grinned, and pressed his lips to hers.
She murmured in her throat, angling her head up to his. Her lips
flowered and her tongue snaked hungrily into his mouth. He
squeezed her lovely and thumbed her rigid nipples. She
shivered in excitement. Her grew hotter and harder.
He moistened his finger in his mouth and smeared his spittle on
one nipple, then the other. Sonali gasped softly, heat spreading
through her. He pinched her nipples and she writhed and moaned
deep in her throat, still kissing him. Her arm rose and wound back
around his beck and shoulders and she arched her back to lift her
to his hands.
Chiman broke away and Sonali bent forward to flip her *kurta* off
her head, tugging down her *salvar*. Her pubic hair was sparse,
and already damp. Chiman got up and bent over the back of the
divan and her face and kissed her again, his face upside down in
front of hers. Her hands rose and slid under his open and
unbuttoned the last button and pulled his free of his
trousers. Gently, she caressed his hard torso and her fingers slid
between his thighs and squeezed the bulge of his penis.
Slowly, Chiman slid his tongue down her throat into the valley
between her breasts, nuzzling the pearl pendant. His chest was
over her face. Sonali tilted her face and swirled her tongue over
his nipple. Chiman grunted and parted his lips and sharply
on one breast. Tugging at her nipple with his teeth, he scraped it
across his palate. He moved to the other, then returned, then went
back yet again. Then he squeezed her together and
on them simultaneously. Sonali moaned and fumbled with his
trousers. Succeeding at last, she jerked down the zipper and his
trousers puddled to his feet. His was thickening rapidly.
She knew it would swell to a nine-and-a-half inch length, a
two-inch thickness when erect. His balls were low and heavy.
"I want to suck your cock," she muttered heavily.
"*Mujheteralavdachoosnahain*."
The peon chuckled and pulled at the backrest of the divan. It
tilted backward and her face slid between his thighs. He spread
his legs and bent over her. Her lips parted and she took his cock
and began to him.
"C'mon then, whore ... suck it ... suck my cock!" He grunted.
"*Choos*, *rundi*!"
Greedily, Sonali took the peon's penis in her mouth. He gasped
loudly and obscenely. Aroused, she took his cock deeper into her
mouth, harder. Her face bucked between his strong thighs.
He fucked her mouth rapidly, his erect penis distending her face.
His hips pumped. His penis glistened in her mouth. She him
hungrily, using her tongue and teeth with a cunning all her own.
He flung his head back and moaned his pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh uhhhhh ahhhhh," he called, "c'mon whore ... suck it ...
suck it hard, bitch! *Jorsechoos*, *kutti*! Suck my cock!
*Choosmerelundko*! Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhh yes!"
He squeezed her in mounting excitement as she and
licked his cock. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and wet and her
adept tongue was pure magic on his gorged cock-head. The musky
taste and smell of his cock aroused her. It sputtered with pre-cum
gunk and she swallowed it hungrily, enjoying its tangy taste. She
reached up and clenched his buttocks, pulling his cock deeper into
her mouth and then pulled them open and pressed her fingertip to
his anus. He groaned and his hips writhed in pleasure.
She thrust a hand between her legs and began to
rapidly. The sight excited him. Laughing, he pressed down on the
backrest again. It fell flat and he moved at the same time, so
that he was kneeling over her face with his cock still in her
mouth. She forked her legs apart and, bent over her, he thrust his
face between her thighs. He opened her cunt-lips wide and she
moaned when she felt his hot breath on her sodden flesh. Her
clitoris was gorged. The musky odour of her excited him and
he rammed his tongue into her cunt. Sonali cried out deep in her
cock-filled throat, her hips heaving under his face.
His tongue was and rough and her blazed with lustfire
as his tongue swirled relentlessly through her cunt-flesh,
flickering like lightning. She gasped and moaned and writhed under
him, panting with pleasure. He stopped abruptly, just as she
verged on an orgasm, making her moan in frustration. He pulled
away and knelt upright before her, his cock thrust out.
"Come on, whore ... suck it again," he commanded.
"*Phirsechoosmujhe*!"
Sonali went down on her forearms and knees before the peon and
took his penis in her mouth again. He rocked her head back and
forth, pumping his hips at her face, chortling with delight when
she began to feverishly again. Chuckling and grunting,
he twined his fingers in her hair and jerking her head back and
forth to suit his pleasure.
At last, satisfied, he pushed her away and lay down on his back.
Moaning and panting, hot with lust, she straddled his hips and
took his penis in her hands. Her was dripping with
excitement. With a loud cry, she let her hips sink. The huge
cock-head sizzled into her flesh and she cried out again and
arched her head. Her felt hot and swollen. Deeper it went
and she hissed softly, gritting her teeth and grimacing. She
forced her lower still, and the peon grunted as her hot,
tight enveloped his cock.
Sonali began to ride the peon's penis, rocking sensuously back and
forth and bucking steadily up and down on his lap. He grunted and
pumped his hips steadily under her. Her rose and fell,
sliding up and down his inflamed shaft. Her head arched and she
moaned in delight, her pretty lips forming a bow, her lovely teeth
bared. She clapped her buttocks together erotically, squeezing his
penis with her cunt.
"Yes! Ohhhh yes, Chiman, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she
gasped. "*Jorsechodhmujhe*, Chiman! *Jorsechodh*! Ohhh uhhh Ohma
uhhhh yes Ohhh god yes!"
"Take it! Take it, bitch! Take it!" he muttered. "*Lele*, *kutti*!
*Lele*!"
Her bounced and jiggled as she moved faster. The gold
necklace danced and slapped on her flesh. She began to sweat.
Dewdrops of perspiration dotted her upper lip and forehead and
strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Up and down,
up and down she went. She squeezed her in excitement. He
held her by her thighs and began to control the pace, jigging her
effortlessly on his cock. Faster and faster he forced her to go,
and she gasped and cried out, her face twisting with lust.
"OHHhhhhh uhh OH uhh OHH uh OH oh OH uh OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" she
cried, her hair tossing, the gold chain slapping on her bouncing
breasts.
She leaned back on his knees behind her, her shoulders hollowing,
her head flipping from side to side and reached for his balls. He
gasped at the touch.
She got off his lap and turned around, her back to him, straddling
him again. She sank onto his cock quickly, and he watched it
disappear between the creamy lobes of her buttocks, gasping as her
taut channel spasmed and clamped on it, on it like a pump.
His balls ached for release. Up and down she bucked, leaning on
his knees, her bouncing, hot and swollen, the gold chain
flying. He prised her buttocks wide and fingered her anus. She
cried out and ground down deeper, even as his finger slid into the
taut flesh of her ass. Her hips gyrated in circles as she jerked
down harder and harder, and he thrust his finger in and out of her
ass, wiggling it inside her. Sonali held his legs and bucked
furiously on his penis, running her madly up and down his
gorged, throbbing cock. Her contracted on his cock like a
vice and he gasped and arched under her.
Moaning and gasping, her head hanging, Sonali slowed to deep,
grinding action. Chiman groaned in pleasure. Her and
convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis. It was
all he could do to contain himself.
"Come on, bitch!" he ground out. "Come on! *Chul*, *kutti*,
*chul*!"
At once, she responded, arching her head and bucking furiously up
and down. Her buttocks bounced off his thighs as her went
down deep, taking his cock fully within her flesh. With a loud
moan, she exploded hard with his cock in her and his finger
in her anus. She cried out, arching, her head flying back, her
hands squeezing and mauling her bouncing breasts, sweat streaming
off her. He bucked hard under her, tossing her on his lap, making
her scream thinly as his cock rammed up into her, his finger in
her anus, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside her.
Somehow he managed to hold back. He pushed her off him, and she
moaned, knowing he was far from done. She turned on her front on
the divan, on all fours, and chain and earrings pendulous,
her buttocks thrust back at him. She drove a hand between her
thighs, spreading her cunt-lips open. He knelt on the divan behind
her and took his cock in his hand. Slowly, he squeezed it into her
channel and gasped as it contracted and convulsed on it. She
whimpered and lurched, then begged him obscenely for more. He
chuckled.
Flexing his buttocks, he swung his hips forward slowly and
squeezed his cock deep into her cunt. Embedded inside her, he
rocked to a halt. Under him, Sonali began to move, groaning and
crying out, rocking slowly back and forth. At last, he began to
move in unison, pumping his hips steadily, running his cock in and
out of her cunt. His thighs slapped against hers, his balls
thumped at her cunt-lips. He picked up speed and went faster and
faster. Her body jerked and lurched with his ramming thrusts. He
skewered her hard, with a brutal twist of his hips, taking
her from all angles.
"Ohhhh uhhh OH CHIMAN-CHIMAN-CHIMAN Ohhhh uhhh Ohhhh uhh OH uhh
OHH uhhh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly.
"C'mon ... c'mon whore ... take it! Take my cock, bitch! Take it!
*Lele*, *rundi*! *Aurle*! *Lelemerelavdeko*!" he gasped.
Quite deliberately, he slowed and leaned back on his haunches,
her up so that, still impaled on his penis, she was on her
haunches, too, with her arms outstretched and her hands on the
divan. She kept moving, her buttocks writhing in pleasure on his
lap. He clenched her and she gasped and turned her face to
his. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned
obscenely, a whore in heat. He began to move, jerking his hips
rapidly under hers. Her body jerked and rocked and her
bounced in his hands.
"Yes .. fuck me ... fuck me hard Chiman ... *chodh mujhe* ...
*jorse chodh*!"
Chiman chuckled in pleasure as Sonali's cries rose in pitch and
volume and urgency, growing more obscene by the second. Her
body was covered with sweat and she jerked furiously back and
forth on her haunches before him. Her buttocks rose up and
forward, then plunged feverishly back down onto his penis. On his
haunches behind her, his huge pole glistening as her slid up
and down its length, Chiman grunted and chuckled with delight.
His excitement intense, the peon shoved her forward onto her face
and, holding himself inside her, spread his legs outside hers,
straddling her buttocks, one foot on the ground, the other high on
the divan in front of her knee. She slid onto her face, her hips
jerked up. He bent over her, his legs splayed wide. His gold chain
brushed against her warm flesh. Her face was on its side on the
divan, her pressed against the soft upholstery.
With a shuddering gasp, he thrust down into her, lancing his cock
into her deep and hard and fast. Sonali cried out, her face
screwing up in agonised delight, fingers scrabbling at the divan.
The breath rushed from her throat in a choking gasp.
Chiman began to ram-fuck her savagely, whumping furiously up and
down, his buttocks bouncing madly, his cock pistoning demonically,
plunging viciously in and out of her cunt. Sonali cried out,
gripping the side of the divan feverishly, her body pinned under
his. His hips swung up and down and back and forth like a
trip-hammer as he slammed his cock into her relentlessly.
"OH OH OH OH OH OH uhhh AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AHHHHHH!" she
cried, spasming under him, her body blazing, trembling.
"OHHHHHH UHH OH OH OH OH UHHH UHHHHHH AH AH AH AHHHHHH!" he
gasped.
Sonali flattened her body, straightening her legs under him to let
him go in even deeper. The well-sprung divan bounced madly as he
rammed his cock in and out of her like a dervish, crushing
her body under his. Her convulsed frantically on his
pistoning cock. His buttocks bounced frenetically over hers.
He flung his head back and dug his fingers into her buttocks and
called her *whore*, *bitch*, *slut*, *cunt* as the fires in his
balls roiled inexorably up. She exploded violently and still he
went on, hammering away like a bull in heat. She had another
orgasm, and yet another, and still he did not come, but kept
fucking her. She loved every minute of it, loved having his
cock thrust in and out of her cunt, hammering deep,
rasping over her throbbing clitoris, finding her innermost
recesses.
He jerked out of her and flipped her on her back and, yanking her
legs wide open, slammed his cock into her hard and deep and fast.
She cried out and arched under her, her legs splitting and winding
taut about his hips. She pulled his head down and kissed him
feverishly as her heaved under his thrusts.
"Fuck me, lover," she moaned, licking his ear, his upper
lip. "Fuck me with your fat cock ... fuck my hard yes ...
*khupchodh*, Chiman! *Jorse*! *Ragadkechodhmujhe*!"
Chiman grunted and continued ram-fucking her. He was panting
heavily now, and his body streamed with sweat. His gold chains
brushed her face and she took them between her lips and teeth and
clenched his buttocks fiercely, dragging him deeper into her cunt.
Faster and faster he went and her body jerked and snapped
with his thrusts, her jiggling and bouncing as he slammed
into her repeatedly. She squeezed her breasts, moaning
obscenities, as she came yet again, gasping and arching hard under
him. This time, she felt him growl and thrust into her, once,
twice, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, long,
skewering, slow, trembling thrusts. Her contracted and
spasmed on his wonderful penis and then, with a loud growl, he
stiffened and she gasped as she felt the stinging jets of his seed
thud like bullets into her eager cunt.
Gasping, he bent over and kissed her in gratitude, his tongue
snaking into her mouth. She murmured softly, caressing his naked
chest and back, her own tongue exploring his mouth. To her, it
made no difference that he was a mere peon. He was a wonderful
lover, and that was all that mattered.
He slid out her and turned on his back and Sonali slid over him,
smiling radiantly, kissing him hungrily. Her were hot and
heavy on his chest and he felt her writhing erotically
against his semi-erect cock.
"Once more," she murmured, his tongue sexily. "Once more.
*Aurekbaar*!"
"Okay. *Thikhai*."
She smiled happily and slowly snaked down his body, kissing and
licking him lasciviously, on his small, dark, sharp
nipples. He groaned in pleasure at the exquisite delicacy of her
touch as her knowing tongue and sharp, eager teeth nibbled on his
nipples. Her fingers trickled into his crotch and worked his cock.
He groaned as he felt his cock harden and thicken and lengthen in
her gentle fingers. She pumped his cock in her fist and slowly
moved lower, kissing and licking his flat, hard belly, running her
tongue through his navel. On her knees, bent over his crotch,
Sonali moaned thickly and nuzzled his groin. His cock was sticky
and musky, erotic and heady. Watching him as he craned his neck
and looked at her, her eyes dancing with excitement, Sonali
dragged her teeth and tongue up his erect shaft, her mouth open
wide.
"God, I love your cock," she murmured as she ran her
tongue sinuously around his bulging cock-head. "Mm ... yes ..."
"Oh fuck," the peon gasped and lurched back, his hips heaving at
her face.
She lifted her head and slipped her lips around his cock and he
groaned again, holding her head, pushing his cock into her mouth.
Sonali his cock deftly, pumping the shaft in her fist. Her
tongue and teeth worked his throbbing penis and burning cock-head.
His balls ached with renewed tension and he longed to cream in her
face. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and she moaned,
taking it on her tongue, swallowing it greedily, harder
still. Chiman tugged at her head and she stopped reluctantly,
still licking and his cock in mounting excitement. He
pulled her away and she gasped.
Whimpering, she slid up, astride his hips and Chiman gasped as her
hot found his rampant penis and quickly engulfed it again.
She knelt over him, her impaled on his penis and moaned
thickly. Her eyes shone with lust and excitement; her nostrils
were flared and her lips were parted. He slid his hands up her
body and squeezed her turgid, swollen breasts. Sonali whimpered,
trembling at his touch. His hands stroked her hot, tingling body,
pressing her breasts, her cunt, her anus. Her hips writhed on his
lap, her convulsing and on his cock. He rocked gently
up and down beneath her and she moaned and leaned forward, her
hands on the bed and began to move slowly, sliding her cunt-lips
up and down the length of his cock with shuddering gasps, her
bouncing.
"Oh ma ... yes ... ohhh baby yes!" she gasped, rocking up and
down, back and forth, her and convulsing on his
penis.
Under her, Chiman moaned and began to move faster, tossing her on
his lap, heaving up and down under her. She cried out and they
moved faster and faster, their orgasms nearing, looming, till,
finally, they crashed together and she felt her peon's seed spume
like a geyser into her sodden slit.
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