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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
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13
Aurangabad Antics
Jayant and Anuja have their chance a few weeks later. Their
go off on a two-week holiday in England, and Anuja's
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 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 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
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 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
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 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 jets of his
and and 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 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 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
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 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 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.
"Yeh ... oh fuck yes!" the fat gasps, his face contorted with
excitement and lust. "C'mon ... suck my cock ... suck it, baby ...
yes ... suck harder!"
He fucks her face harder and faster, one hand on her head, rocking
it to and fro before him. Anuja moans thickly deep in her
cock-filled throat, squeezing her wantonly as she sucks
his cock. Faster and faster he goes and now Jayant sees sticky
trails of the manager's on her lips and cheeks and, when she
rises and squeezes her over his cock, on her nipples and
in her cleavage. From the expressions on her face, he realizes
that she is genuinely aroused, that she is not faking a second of
this. He grins to himself; she really is a horny piece of ass.
As he watches, the manager grunts and pushes her head back. Anuja
moans and, rising to her feet, moves to the bed, Osmond waddling
behind. She kneels on the edge of the bed and bends over on her
outstretched arms, her legs apart, her butt thrust back at him,
her swollen, pendulous.
"C'mon, Ozzie ... fuck me," she murmurs, turning her face over her
shoulder. "Fuck my slit, baby ... I want it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me
like a whore!"
Jayant thinks she looks lovely, her face softly radiant, her
luscious lips parted, her dark, *kajal*-rimmed eyes glittering,
her swollen, pendulous, her gold necklace dangling. The
manager is panting, his mouth open, grunting thickly like a fat
as he shuffles closer behind her. Jayant's enjoyment of the
spectacle is quite transparent. He watches, transfixed, as the
corpulent pushes his cock between the smooth, firm curves of
Anuja's buttocks. His cock-head presses to her anus.
"I want to fuck your ass," Osmond gasps. "I want to butt-fuck
you!"
"Later!" she cries, her buttocks swaying erotically. "Do it later
... now fuck my cunt, Ozzie ... c'mon ... please ... I want it!
Fuck me like a bitch! Do it!"
The manager relents. He pushes his cock down and Jayant grins as
he sees the gasp, arching his head, flexing his buttocks,
driving his fat hips forward and sinking his cock into her tight,
hot, wet slit. His penis vanishes between her buttocks and Anuja
moans thickly, biting her lower lip and arching her head, rocking
forward under his thrust. The manager's chubby fingers dig into
the soft flesh of her hips and he begins fucking her at once with
quick, jabbing thrusts, banging his groin at her buttocks, jerking
her body back and forth before his. Anuja groans softly, her body
rocking to and fro on all fours, her swollen jiggling, her
gold necklace dancing against her tawny skin.
"Oh my ... oh yes ... oh my uhhh yes ... ohhh yes ... take it ...
ohhh yes ... take it!" the grunts, his lard wobbling as he
moves, his face almost comical in its rapture.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Ozzie ... fuck me!" Anuja
cries loudly. "C'mon, ... shove it in nice and hard and deep
... give it to me, lover! Give it all to me!"
Osmond fucks her faster, without control, his hips jerking and
rocking back and forth, his buttocks wobbling and jiggling. His
fat jiggles and his protuberant belly and thighs slap loudly at
her buttocks. Anuja moans and gasps, rocking back and forth on her
forearms and knees under him, her gold necklace swinging, her
jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts.
"Ohhhhhhh yes ... oh ma yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... yes ... that's
it ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... shove it in ... shove it in all
the way, lover ... c'mon ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... that's it
... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... there! Ohhh yes! C'mon ... fuck me, Ossie
... fuck me hard ... ohhh uhhh yes!"
"Oh Jeez oh Jeez oh sweet Jeez," the gasps. "Ohhh uhh ohhh uhh
oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH!"
Faster and faster he goes, hammering his hips at her buttocks,
sending her body lurching and jerking back and forth with his
thrusts. Her face is suffused with naked lust. She hisses
sensuously, her eyes hooded, her mouth open, her tongue arching
over her upper lip, goading him on with louder obscenities.
"Oh yes ... do it, lover ... fuck me ... fuck me harder, baby ...
yes ... oh god that's so good yes ... do it!"
Inflamed, he grips her swinging and squeezes them hard,
making her gasp and wince and writhe and squirm against him,
begging for more.
"Ossie! Ohhh Ossie yes! Ohh god yes ... c'mon Ossie ... now ...
now fuck my ass ... please ... I want it in my ass! Please ohhh
god please, baby, please!"
The manager groans deliriously. He jerks his swollen, throbbing
organ out of her and it glistens with their comingled coital
juices. Anuja groans and bends steeply forward, lifting her
buttocks higher still, pressing her shoulders to the bed, her face
turned to one side. She shuffles her legs wider apart, exposing
the puckered flesh of her anus.
"C'mon Ossie ... fuck my ass," she gasped. "Do it! Quickly!"
The corpulent manager presses his cock-head to Anuja's taut anus.
She tenses and then, exhaling, relaxes her sphincter. Osmond digs
his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling them
wider apart and pushes his hips forward. His cock-head bursts into
her anus.
"OH MA UNH AHUHOHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Anuja's cry is thin and high and her face contorts in a trismus of
lust, her head jerking upward, her eyes screwing shut, her lips
jerking back over her teeth, her mouth wide. Her fingers scrabble
at the sheets. Above and behind her, the fat manager groans and
pushes his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, rear
channel. Anuja's breath comes in deep, rattling, broken, sobbing
gasps as the big penis tunnels deeper and deeper into her anus.
She thrusts a hand into her crotch and arches a finger into her
slit, vibrating her knuckle against her stiff clitoris. Her anus
convulses on his throbbing penis. The manager sodomizes heavily,
rocking his hips back and forth, squeezing and pushing and
cramming his cock into her anus, panting and moaning loudly, his
chest heaving, his head flung back, his body streaming with sweat.
"Ahh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhh ohhh uh
ohhhh uh ohhh uhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh ahh uhh ohh god oh god oh uhh
ohh uhhh ohhh," Anuja sobs as the manager buggers deeply and
thoroughly.
Osmond is nearing the end. In and out of her asshole he goes, and
she whimpers and moans, writhing her buttocks erotically against
his thighs, grinding her anus up and down the length of his shaft.
Bending and curving her body, she reaches deep between her legs
and squeezed his heavy, hairy balls. It is too much for him to
bear. With a strangled moan, he lurches out of her and, shaking
his cock in his fist, explodes. shoots from his cock-head and
spurts over her buttocks and thighs. He comes and comes and comes,
emptying his load, dribbling between her buttocks and over
her anus and down her cunt-lips. Anuja whimpers and writhes.
Moaning, he squeezes his cock into her anus again, fucking her ass
again till his erection begins to dwindle. Anuja moans thickly,
her head sagging between her arms.
At last, he slides out of her, grunting, sweating, groaning. She
collapses on the bed, panting and moaning, her chest heaving.
Osmond groans, masturbating, standing at the foot of the bed.
Slowly, Anuja turns around and, sitting up at the edge of the bed,
pushes her face into his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth
again. He moans softly. She sucks his penis gently, savouring the
taste of her and anus and his jizz. He grins down at her,
obviously feeling very macho, very much the master of this whore.
His cock dribbles into her mouth; he is not enough to get
it up again and his erection wanes rapidly now. Anuja lifts her
head and he steps away.
Jayant has seen enough. He has a raging erection. Now he wants his
own pleasure. He will not be denied. He moves forward toward them.
__________
They spent the rest of the night and the next day there, fucking
incessantly. Osmond was rewarded once again before they left. They
returned to her house that evening and had an orgy with the
servants. Baban arranged for some girls, teenage maids who worked
in the neighbourhood. Jayant fucked two or three of them and they
were splendid fucks. The party broke up at dawn and Anuja and
Jayant fell into bed and slept soundly for several hours. Waking,
they fucked again, slowly and unhurriedly, savouring each other's
bodies at leisure.
They caught the evening flight to Aurangabad and went straight
home. With his gone, Jayant had the run of the place with
the servants. All four of them -- Ramu, the servant, Shankar, the
cook, Raja, the chauffeur, and Prakash, the gardener -- were
delighted to see Anuja again after such a long time.
Raja met them at the airport. It was a long drive to the house.
The car had darkened windows and the flight had arrived late; the
inside of the car was safe from prying eyes.
Pulling out of the airport car park, Raja flicked his eyes to the
rear-view mirror and grinned. Nothing had changed; the two
lovers hadn't wasted a minute. Anuja had Jayant's fly opened and
was masturbating him; he had unbuttoned her *kurta* and was
and fondling her heavy -- of course, she wasn't
wearing a bra. He chuckled softly and, imperceptibly, lifted his
foot off the accelerator, dragging out the pleasure of watching
them.
Jayant was nothing if not to the manor born. He noticed the driver
eyeing them in the mirror and stopped fondling Anuja's breasts.
Her head was bent over in his lap as she his cock. He
grinned. He knew how much Raja liked fucking Anuja, particularly
in the ass. Leaning forward, he tapped the chauffeur on the
shoulder.
"You've buggered her before, haven't you, Raja?"
"Yes, master Jayant. Frequently. You know that, master Jayant --
you've watched us. Even took a video, if I remember."
"Yes, I remember that. Would you like to, again?"
The handsome, muscular chauffeur looked in the mirror. Jayant and
Anuja had stripped naked now.
"Yes, sir. Very much indeed, sir. I can't wait to get home."
"Why wait? It's a long drive. How about right now?"
"Now sir?"
"Now. We've enough time. You sit back here and fuck her butt, I'll
drive. She's hornier than a rutting bitch. If I know her, she
could fuck all night and still want more the next morning. Isn't
that right, cunt?"
"Mm," Anuja murmured, her mouth stuffed with Jayant's erection.
"It most certainly is." She knew he deliberately spoke like this
around the servants; it turned them on. It excited her, too.
"Come on then," Jayant said.
They pulled over at a deserted of road, in the deep
shadows between two streetlamps. Jayant dressed in seconds and
slipped into the front seat behind the wheel. Raja dived into the
back-seat with Anuja who was waiting for him, naked, luscious,
irresistible. She stripped the chauffeur quickly, unbuttoning his
tunic, undoing his trousers, opening the fly, kissing him
lasciviously, licking and his nipples as she slithered
down, bending her head over his crotch.
Jayant took his time, watching over his shoulder and in the
rear-view mirror as his servant fucked Anuja in the back seat. She
Raja's cock, kneeling on the wide rear seat and bent over
his lap while he fondled her pendulous and cunt. The
gasped loudly, his head bent, watching her suck his swollen penis.
"Mm ... ohhhh ... uhhhhh ... yes ... oh fuck yes ... mm ... yeh
... suck it, bitch ... yeh ... that's it ... suck harder, whore!
Ahhh uhhh yes ... suck it! Suck hard, whore! Harder!"
He pushed her head away after several minutes and she got up,
straddling his lap with her back to him, leaning forward over the
back of the front seat, her arms stretched along its length. The
rear seat was spacious enough for them to move without difficulty.
She lifted her hips slightly and quickly lowered her onto the
servant's upright erection with a soft, shuddering gasp, biting
her lower lip in exquisite tension. The grunted and, reaching
around, cupped her full, turgid breasts, squeezing them hard. She
whimpered thickly and began to buck heavily up and down on his
lap, jigging her on his cock. The grunted, fingering her
tight anus, fondling her breasts, pumping his hips under her.
"Yes! OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped.
"C'mon ... take it! Take my cock! C'mon whore! Take it!" the youth
grunted.
"Way to go, Raja," Jayant chuckled, sliding the car into car and
slowly pulling away from the kerb. There wasn't much time and he
drove slowly.
In the back seat, Anuja bucked up and down on Raja's lap, moaning
and gasping feverishly, fondling her breasts, reaching down to cup
his balls, grinding her heavily along the length of his
nine-inch erection. With a shuddering groan, she leaned back
against his hard chest, her belly inward and turned her
face to his. The servant kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth, fondling her with one hand and her
clitoris with the other. She whimpered, tonguing his ear, moaning
and hissing in pleasure, grinding her hips on his crotch.
"Yeh ... that's good, whore ... c'mon ... ride my prick, bitch ...
ahhh uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon ... oh fuck yes ... ohhhh
uhhh yes!" Raja grunted.
"Ohhh uhhh Ohma uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby
... fuck me!" Anuja gasped deliriously, bucking and writhing in a
frenzy on his lap, grinding her hips in tight, erotic circles on
his cock.
Though Jayant took a longer route home, he couldn't delay the
inevitable forever; they neared the house, passing the golf course
on one side and the little copse on it where Anuja had fucked that
entire gang of caddies and ballboys. He flicked his eyes to the
mirror and saw her gasping, her body bucking feverishly on the
driver's lap, her face suffused with lust, cracked sobs of
pleasure breaking from her throat.
"Raja! If you're going to fuck her ass, do it now!" Jayant
snapped. "We'll be there in a few minutes!"
Anuja groaned and eased herself off Raja's throbbing cock. He
spread her buttocks open and she lowered them, moving her hips so
that his cock-head was at her anus. Gritting her teeth, arching
her head, gripping the backrest of the front seats, she forced
herself back down onto his erection, impaling her anus on it with
a loud, shuddering cry, her head snapping up, her lips jerking
back over her teeth in wild grimace of algedonic lust. Raja
groaned and arched his hips, spearing her asshole deeply. Anuja's
face twisted in an agony of joy and she cried out, writhing
deliriously on his penis. Her cries were short, high-pitched,
cracked, as she began rocking her asshole up and down on his cock.
"OHHH uhhh OHHHHH uhhh OH ma uh Ohma uhh OHH!" she cried. "Oh uhh
OHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!"
"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore, c'mon! ... c'mon ... take
it!" he went.
The driver buggered her heavily for several minutes, fondling her
and clitoris, gripping her buttocks and moving her ass up
and down the length of his penis. On his lap, Anuja gasped and
thrashed wildly, squeezing her bouncing breasts, fingering her
slit and gorged clitoris; her anus convulsed helplessly on his
throbbing erection.
"OHHHHH uhhh OH ma uhh ahh UHHH OHH Raja uhhh ahh uhh OHH uhh
OHHHHHHHH!" she cried. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh *hanh* uhh oh
ma oh ma oh ma uhh ahh uhh OHHHHH!"
On the verge of an orgasm, she stopped and, rising off his cock,
moved backward and took it in her again.
"Quickly now!" she cried, seeing dimly through a haze of lust that
they were almost there. "C'mon! Quickly! OHHH uhh yes uhh OH uhh
yes uhh OHMA uh yes ... c'mon ... c'mon ... c'mon, Raja, c'mon!"
She jerked and rocked furiously on his cock, her bouncing,
her gold necklace tossing and slapping on her tawny skin and then,
with a ululating moan, began to orgasm, gasping sharply, chewing
her lower lip, shaking her head drunkenly. Under her, the
chauffeur grunted and heaved his hips rapidly up and down,
thrusting into her over and over again till, at last, his orgasm
hit him. With a loud grunt, he plunged up into her, gripping her
hips and jamming her down on his cock and came violently,
shooting wads of creamy, hot deep into her sodden,
hungry slit.
__________
The servant, Ramu and Shankar, the cook, heard the car turning
into the drive and came out of the house to welcome Jayant and
Anuja. The car drew up and, for a second, the two servants' eyes
widened in surprise as they saw Jayant get out of the front alone.
Then wide grins their faces and they chuckled softly as
Jayant opened the back door. Raja stepped out first, naked, and
putting out his hand, helped Anuja out of the car. She, too, was
still naked and quite unabashed. She laughed brightly at the
servants who rushed down to the car. They closed in on her and she
threw her hands up around their shoulders, kissing first one, then
the other, with slow, deep, lascivious explorations of her tongue
in their mouths, while they fondled her and buttocks.
"And how are you, Ramu, Shankar, my lovely heroes?" she murmured
happily as they pawed and kissed her.
"Much better now that you're here," Ramu grinned.
"Yeh, my cock's all ready and raring to go! Just feel that rod of
steel!"
Anuja thrust her hands into their trousers, fondling their
penises, both hard and throbbing. "Mm, you're right. This is
serious. You'd both better let me attend to those things soon,
before matters get critical."
"All right!" exclaimed the cook, promptly dropping his trousers,
fisting his huge erection. "Right now!"
Anuja looked over the cook's shoulder at her cousin. Jayant wore a
look of indulgent, bemused, exasperated resignation. He smiled
gently and nodded. The servants followed Anuja's look, saw their
master's response, and their face lit up in eager anticipation.
"All right, all right," he grumbled good-naturedly. "But quickly.
You know I don't like being kept waiting!"
Ramu and Shankar whooped in delight. They jostled for position
with her, each trying to elbow the other away.
"Shankar first," Jayant said with quiet authority.
Ramu stepped back. Quickly, Anuja dropped to her knees before the
cook while he began undoing his shirt, and, burying her face in
his crotch, began his cock rapidly and deeply.
Shankar was an attractive youth in his early twenties. Spry and
lithe, not very tall, with a lean, wiry body, he had a
fine-featured, handsome face: his nose was straight and strong,
his lips wide and slender, his teeth strong and even, his eyes
dark, deep-set. His hair was thick, black, cropped short. He
sported a slight mustache. His body was strong, not overly
muscular but trim, with high hips, a taut, sexy butt and
well-muscled limbs. His belly was hard and flat. The torso was
hairless. And his cock was wonderful, a good nine and a half
inches long, nearly two inches thick, with heavy, low balls. Anuja
loved every inch of it.
He fucked her face joyously now, his feet spread apart, rocking
his head back and forth, moving her head to and fro to suit his
pleasure, pushing his bloated cock in and out of her mouth, his
head bent to watch her, his belly inward, his back curved.
Jayant, Ramu and Raja watched as the cook's distended penis
slid in and out of her face, glistening with pre-cum gunk and her
spittle. She it hungrily, pumping the shaft in one
fist, kneading her with the other hand.
Several minutes later, he pushed her head back and, gripping her
arms, jerked her to her feet. Spinning her around, Shankar pushed
Anuja forward over the still warm hood of the car engine. She
shuffled her legs apart and, leaning on her forearms, looked over
her shoulder at him, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, her
gold necklace dangling provocatively, her swollen and
pendulous.
"Fuck me, Shankar!" she breathed. "C'mon ... fuck me, baby! Shove
your cock right up into my cunt, ... c'mon, do it!"
The cook groaned and, with a strangled cry, squeezed his cock
between her buttocks and into her cunt. Anuja cried out sharply as
the huge penis burst into her slit, crushing the molten cunt-flesh
in its passage. Her back arched, her head jerked up and her lips
snapped back over her teeth in a grimace of pure joy. Behind her,
Shankar cried out, his face twisting and contorting in delight as
he felt the hot convulsions of her on his cock. He gripped
her hips and thrust his hips further forward, flexing his buttocks
taut. His belly inward and his back curved from shoulder to
hip as he buried his throbbing flesh in hers. Beneath him, Anuja
gasped, biting her lower lip and moaning thickly as his cock went
in and in and in.
"Oh fuck yes! OHHHHHHH uhhhhh yes!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes!"
"Ohma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh yes! Fuck me! UHHHH ohhuhhh OHHH uhh OHHH
uhhhh *hanh* uhhh yes Shankar yes! Fuck me!" she went.
Panting and groaning, the cook fucked her feverishly and deeply
and rapidly, rocking his hips steeply back and forth, driving his
cock hungrily in and out of her cunt. Anuja's body rocked and
jerked over the car hood, her jiggling, her gold necklace
dangling and tossing wildly. His thighs slapped loudly at her
buttocks as he went faster and faster, swinging his hips furiously
to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock pistoning
and ramming in and out of her cunt. Anuja's cries were sharp and
staccato as her body jerked and thrashed wildly under his,
sprawled over the bonnet of the car.
"OH! OHHH uhh OHHHuhhh OHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHH uh Ohma uh
OH ma uh OHMA uh ahh uhhhhOHHHHh!" she called.
"A-uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-yeh-uh-oh-yeh-uh-ah-OHHHHH!" the youth gasped.
Faster and faster he went rocking and plunging into her flesh with
snapping, skewering thrusts that made her gasp and cry out
sharply. Crushing his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks,
he rammed his cock greedily into her again and again, each
thrust a cracked sob from her throat. A low groan erupted
from his throat as he came, buried deep in her cunt, his buttocks
twitching wildly at her buttocks, emptying his load in her hot,
wet cunt-flesh.
Panting heavily, he slid slowly out of her; she groaned softly,
her chest heaving, her body sprawled across the hood of the car.
The cook grinned, slapped her bottom.
"Yeh. As good as ever. Nice and hot and tight. Good fuck. Thanks."
Ramu was already elbowing the cook aside to take his turn. Jayant
felt a familiar twinge of unease. He had never liked treating
Anuja like this, a mere receptacle of flesh into which they
emptied their passion. When love was young, he tried to prevent
it, assuming that she shared his distaste, till, one day, she told
him that she didn't mind it at all. In fact, she said, she rather
enjoyed being gang-banged, the sensation of a series of penises
sawing in and out of her flesh, using her for their pleasure.
She derived her own satisfaction from theirs, she said: there was
something especially erotic about the wanton, somewhat brutal,
anonymity of sex like this, an outpouring of feral lust
uncomplicated by finer sentiment. Not always and not only thus,
she hastened to add, but once in a while, when it was quite fun.
After that, Jayant kept his feelings to himself.
Now he watched with a wry resignation as his servant, a who
had been with the for nearly twenty years and seen Jayant
grow to manhood, fucked his master's beautiful cousin. Ramu was a
handsome man, tall and dark and muscular, with a finely chiseled
face and the strong features of the warrior Maratha caste. His
eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine and straight, his mouth
lean and wide. His shoulders were broad, his chest cleaved and
muscular and hard and his belly was a slab of rock. His waist was
narrow, his hips were high and buttocks taut. His arms and legs
bore bunches of musculature. His body was lean and tough,
his torso smoothly hairless. His nipples were small and dark and
pulled low and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals. His
torso was a tapering V. His cock was big, and long and dark
and smoothly shorn to the hilt. His balls were heavy and low.
As Jayant watched, he flipped Anuja over on her back on the hood
of the car and pulling her thighs wide open in his hands, moved
between them, his rampant penis already pushing at her sticky, wet
cunt-lips. Anuja moaned, reaching down to guide his cock into her
hole. His swollen cock-head popped into her and he flexed his
buttocks smoothly and drilled his cock deep into her in a
single, rushing thrust.
"OhmauhhhhahhhhuhhhhhOHHHHHH!" Anuja gasped as the cock
ran into her like spear. "Oh uhhhh *hanh* uhh OH Ramu uhhh
*hanh*!"
Ramu's head jerked back, his face contorting in a paroxysm of
delight as her convulsed frantically on his throbbing,
piercing cock-shaft.
"*hanh* uhh *hanh* uhhhh ahhhhhhhhh!" he gasped, burying his
burning cock in her wet slit. "C'mon! Take it, whore! Take it!
Take my cock, bitch! Take it all! OHH uhh yeh oh fuck yes oh
fucking hell yeh!"
He began fucking her heavily and deeply, with punishing, piercing,
hungry thrusts of his hips, flexing and unflexing his buttocks in
a rapid rhythm. His cock appeared and disappeared between her
cunt-lips and her body arched and bowed and rocked and jerked with
his thrusts, her swollen jiggling, her gold necklace
slithering this way and that on her tawny skin. Her nipples were
nut-hard with excitement and she squeezed her erotically
in a wild lust, her face flipping in a frenzy from side to side.
Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her mouth open as she
gasped a litany of erotic obscenities.
"OHHHHH uhh Yes oh god yes! Fuck me, Ramu! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me
harder! Shove your cock in, Ramu ... yeh ... oh god yes ... that's
it ... shove it right in, baby! Harder! OHHH uhhh yes!"
He leaned forward and moved faster and faster, plunging and
pistoning and reaming and ramming hungrily in and out of her cunt,
his hands on the insides of her thighs, keeping them spread open
to receive him. Her hips bucked and lurched against his and the
car bounced and rocked on its springs. Faster and faster he went,
his hands now on her breasts, squeezing them with pumping actions
that matched the timing of his thrusts, and Jayant saw his cousin
begin to orgasm furiously, gasping, mewing, moaning, her hands
crushing her breasts, her heaving up to his. The servant
flung his head back and groaned, ramming deep into her cunt,
making her cry out sharply. He drew out and rammed in again, and
yet again and then, with a shuddering moan, sank his cock deep
into her cunt, his buttocks flexed taut, his hips twitching
between her thighs, his arched face creased in joy. Anuja bit her
lower lip, arching, moaning softly in pleasure as the servant's
lust-heat spewed into her ravenous slit.
As Ramu slid his cock slowly out of her cunt, Anuja moaned softly,
her body trembling and quivering and twitching across the hood of
the car. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and bright. Her voice was
raw and cracked. Jayant felt a surge of sorrow and excitement,
curiously erotic. Bending over, he caressed her head tenderly,
kissed her gently on the lips. She slid her arms around his
shoulders and he knew that now she wanted him. He straightened and
helped her to her feet. The servants were still there, pressing
closer, hoping for more.
"Enough, assholes. You can have more later. C'mon ... get the
luggage!" Jayant snapped and they backed off, hyenas retreating
before a lion.
They went up into the house and climbed the stairs to his room,
Anuja still naked, leaning on his shoulder, his arm around her
waist. Entering her room, they didn't waste a minute. They had
contained their hunger and lust for each other for far too long.
Stepping into the room, they clasped each other, kissing
feverishly, Anuja tearing at his clothes. They dispensed with all
foreplay and, naked, she jumped up in his arms and he took her
weight without strain and quickly impaled her on his
throbbing erection. Anuja gasped, arching, flinging her head back
as the monstrous penis surged into her cunt-flesh.
"OHHHHHH uhhhh yes!" she gasped, almost in relief. "Oh god yes!"
Her convulsed eagerly on his penis. He groaned in joy and
began to fuck her rapidly, slamming his hips back and forth,
flexing and unflexing his powerful buttocks, rocking his cock
greedily in and out of her cunt. Anuja gasped and cried out
sharply with each thrust, her body tossing and jerking in his
arms, her bouncing. Faster and faster he went, ram-fucking
her with a manic hunger. They fell to the floor with her on her
back and, bent over her on his muscled arms, spreading his legs
wide and levering her thighs apart to afford him greater access,
Jayant began fucking her furiously. Up and down he swung his hips,
snapping them sharply at the waist, his buttocks bobbing and
bouncing furiously over her tossing, bucking, heaving hips. Under
him, Anuja cried out loudly and obscenely, her head flipping from
side to side, her face contorted in a radiant grimace of lust as
the huge penis plunged and pistoned and rammed and reamed in and
out of her cunt. Their explosions were simultaneous and intense,
sweeping through their bodies like huge tidal waves and, plowing
his throbbing cock deep into her molten, fiery cunt, thrusting in
again and again, Jayant came and came and came.
Still the storm of lust raged unabated, augmented by a heavy dose
of aphrodisiacs he had brought with him from Bombay, the kind that
Mark liked to use. Now their fucking, though as demanding and
strenuous, was more measured and prolonged. She his cock at
length and he licked her slit till she was almost screaming for
release. Slipping a rubber sheath with stiff spikes and
large knobs onto his erection, he fucked her again, making her
gasp as the armoured cock ripped into her cunt, mashing and
grinding her clitoris delightfully.
Stripping off the sheath, he turned around and they locked in a
prolonged sixty-nine before he fucked her again from behind,
bent steeply over her, hammering his hips up and down, plunging
wildly in and out of her cunt. Anuja had a series of wild,
exhilarating orgasms, each one more intense than the last, every
one leaving her thirsting for more. He finished by sodomizing her,
using a new gel and powder just launched by the company that made
the aphrodisiacs. He smeared gel and sprinkled generous amounts of
the powder on her anus and cunt-lips and and gums and on
his cock-head. Anuja gasped and whimpered, already in the throes
of a wild orgasm as he plunged greedily into her for a few
minutes, fucking her violently. Then, bending her body steeply
under his, he ground his cock into her anus, his hands on the
insides of her lifted thighs. Anuja exploded as the huge penis
surged into her rear-channel, driving the breath from her throat
in a whoosh, making her face contort in an agony of joy. He fucked
her ass deeply and thoroughly and, when she came, turned her over
on her front and took her butt again, unrelenting in his demand
for satisfaction. At last, burying his cock deep in her anus, he
began to orgasm. Anuja moaned as the thick, copious load of
jetted into her asshole. Still coming, he slid slowly out of her
anus, spattering her buttocks with before squeezing his cock
into her again and fucking her for a few minutes more.
They snuggled together and she kissed him happily, running her
tongue through his ear, fondling his penis, tracing patterns on
his massive torso.
"Dreamy fucks," she said. "Too good."
"Mm. Fabulous."
They dozed for a bit and woke half an hour later. Against his
advice, Anuja took another dose of the aphrodisiacs.
"You'll go mad," he warned her. "With that lot of dope in you,
you're going to be in heat right through the night."
"Good," she smiled lasciviously, her dark eyes flashing as she
popped another pill. "That's just what I want. With the four of
you in this house, all I want to do is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"We can't fuck you forever."
"Try."
"Not possible."
"Then I'll just have to use by Ben-wa balls during the dry spells,
right?"
"It won't do much good," he said softly. "It takes forever for
that level of dosage to wear off."
"So much the better," she said, her eyes twinkling, her lips
parted. Not for the first time he noticed how sexy her teeth
looked, with the canines crooked prettily over the even incisors.
"I haven't fucked these servants for some time. I'd like to fuck
them all again. And, oh yes, what about Prakash, your gardener?
He's quite a and I haven't fucked him at all yet."
"And do we meet Vaishali, pray?" he asked, slightly irritated now.
She laughed. "You're cute when you get mad. I'm in no hurry to
meet Vaishali. Does she know we're here?"
"Not yet."
"Good. Keep it that way for a way. Let's not tell her till the day
after. I want to spend tomorrow here, with you and the guys."
He couldn't help laughing. "You're nuts, babe," he said.
"Mm," she murmured. "About your nuts and other and about
being fucked and fucked and fucked yes, I'd have to agree. C'mere
... let me suck your cock ... god, I love your cock, Jayant!"
__________
Anuja moaned softly. Her body rocked and jerked gently back and
forth on the wide couch. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils
flared, her lips parted in a small bow, showing her teeth, the
side canines crooked attractively over the incisors, an attractive
irregularity in her otherwise perfect teeth. Her face was arched
back. Her swollen jogged lightly. The nipples were stiff
and hard. The gold chain around her neck slithered against her
tawny skin. She lay on her back, her right arm arched behind her
head, elbow raised, her hand curled around the wooden struts of
one end of the couch. Her left hand lay loosely along her belly,
her hand in her crotch, her cunt-lips splayed open in her elegant,
slender, shapely fingers.
"Ohhhh ... uhhh yes ... mm ... ohh yes, Prakash ... that's good
... lick my slit, baby ... yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh uhh
yes! There! Ohhh yes ... that's it ... tongue-fuck me baby ... ohh
yes! I want it!"
The gardener grunted, his mouth wide open, lapping steadily at her
flowing cunt-juices, flipping his tongue in and out of her cunt.
Her cries rang in his ears, arousing him intensely. He thought the
sight of her slim fingers with their shapely nails splayed at her
cunt-lips, keeping the soft, wet rims stretched open for him, the
rings glittering against the dark thatch of her pubic fuzz and the
bright, soft wetness of her cunt-flesh was incredibly erotic. Her
clitoris was stiff and hard and he swirled his tongue over it,
flipping it sexily back and forth. On the couch, Anuja whimpered
and gasped, arching, her hips writhing, her cries rising in
eagerness.
It was the morning after Jayant and she arrived. They had spent
the night fucking, falling asleep well after midnight in a tangle
of sweating, sticky limbs and stained sheets. Anuja slept soundly
for several hours. At half past ten, she woke to the touch of
Ramu's lips and fingers on her breasts, his erection pressing
eagerly against her cunt. She came up out of sleep, smiling,
sensuous, happy and willing to have slow sex with the servant.
They fucked gently and without tension and Anuja moaned softly
when he entered her and, pulling his head down to hers, kissed him
deeply, on his tongue, caressing his hard, muscular torso,
savouring every inch of his penis as it slid smoothly in and out
of her wet slit. They fucked easily and smoothly, steadily
building the tempo and adding to their urgency till at last they
were rocking and bucking in a fever, clinging to each other, their
loins pounding together, his cock crushing in and out of her cunt,
her hips bucking and heaving under his. Their orgasms were intense
and deeply satisfying. As they waned and their bodies subsided,
Ramu sinking down, gasping, his head on her breast, his cock still
quivering in her slit, Anuja caressed his broad, smooth back
dreamily, thinking to herself how much she enjoyed fucking
servants. She loved the slightly dank hardness of their bodies,
the roughness of their speech and manner, the way they possessed
and devoured her. Their hunger for her body was a powerful
aphrodisiac.
"Where's Jayant?" she murmured, swirling her tongue through Ramu's
ear.
"Downstairs. Some things he had to attend to with his
away."
"Mm."
Ramu tried to roll off her, but she held him back, his cock still
in her cunt. "What's the rush, boy?" she smiled. "Tired of me
already?"
He laughed. "Never. Not possible."
"Good. Because we've got lots of fucking to catch up on."
"Yeah, that's right, we have."
"I still have to fuck Prakash, you know."
"He's been asking ever since he came in at seven this morning."
She giggled and pushed Ramu off her body. "Poor baby. He must be
in agony by now. I suppose I'd better go and do something about
it, don't you?"
Ramu laughed, sprawled on his back on his master's bed, watching
her as she rolled over and sat up. She smiled down at him, lifting
her hands to coil her long hair in a knot behind her head. He
loved her body, the colour of her skin, the darkness of her eyes,
the slight imperfection of her teeth with the front canines
crooked over the incisors, the fullness of her lips, the size and
form of her wonderful breasts. He cupped one luscious mound; her
nipple was still hard. She was one horny bitch. Anuja's eyes
instantly darkened with excitement and she bent over to kiss him,
her fingers crawling into his crotch and working his long,
penis deftly.
"Want to fuck me again?"
"What a question. Of course." Immediately she began bending over
to take his cock in her mouth, but he stopped her. "But fair's
fair, babe. Prakash. Go put him out of his misery."
"You're sweet," she murmured, kissing him deeply, slipping her
tongue in and out of his mouth. "You're all very sweet."
"We're happy to have you here," he said simply. Anuja glowed in
pleasure.
An hour later, showered and bathed, Anuja walked down the
flagstone path in the manicured garden to the little shed in the
corner. Outside, she paused briefly to adjust her clothes and
hair. She was wearing a simple ochre *kurta* and white *churidar*
with a matching sleeveless, unbuttoned Nehru jacket with a
mandarin collar.
Prakash answered her knock. He wore his trousers and nothing else.
She smiled brightly at his delighted expression and stepped in.
"Anuja!" he said with a smile of genuine pleasure and excitement.
"I've been waiting to see you! I ..."
"Prakash," she interrupted him.
"What?"
She went up close to him, pushing his shoulder, turning him to
face her and, tilting her face to his, slipped her arms around his
neck.
"Fuck me," she murmured, her breath warm and sweet on his face.
"Fuck me like you did the last time ... I want your cock ... in my
mouth ... and in my cunt." Her hands caressed his naked torso.
Prakash was handsome, sexy man, with a deep, muscular chest, broad
shoulders, a flat, hard belly, high hips and limbs that bulged
with muscle. He had fine, chiselled features, a square jaw, dark
eyes and a sexily weather-beaten, clean-shaven face. His cock, she
knew from past experience, was wonderful, over nine inches long
and correspondingly thick.
Prakash grinned in delight. She was incredible, his most ardent
sexual fantasy brought to life. His penis sprang erect. He drew
her closer to him and kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth, squeezing her eagerly, finding them heavy
and swollen already, her nipples palpably stiff even under the
*kurta* and bra. She broke from him.
"Wait," she murmured. "Wait."
She turned back and ducked behind the burlap curtain strung up
across the width of the room, part of the way down. Behind it was
a simple wood and hemp *charpoy* with a faded mattress and thin
pillow and the gardener's meagre personal effects: a mug, a steel
plate and glass, a few cooking utensils, a kerosene stove. When
she came back out a minute later, Prakash's jaw dropped and he
gaped at her in disbelief. Except the jacket, Anuja had taken off
all her clothes. She smiled at his reaction as she approached him,
her bouncing under the jacket, the dark delta of her
his gaze irresistibly.
She kissed him wantonly, flipping her tongue against his lips,
flicking open the clasp of his trousers and pushing her hand into
his crotch. "I want to suck your cock. I want to be fucked by you.
I want your cock in my cunt."
She undid the fly of his trousers and they puddled to his feet.
His erection popped out; he wasn't wearing any underwear. When she
came in, he'd been lying on the cot, fantasizing about her. She
fondled his cock lovingly, pumping it in her fist, grinding her
crotch erotically against it.
"Mm ... yes ...," she murmured. "I want it in there!"
Prakash gasped. He didn't know anyone so sexy, so voluptuous, so
desirable in every fibre of her being. Anuja began to move her
lips to his ear, enjoying the feel of his hard, muscled body
against hers. Anuja licked his ear lasciviously.
"I want you," she said softly, her eyes sliding down his body to
his cock, knowing he was watching her.
"C'mon ... suck my cock," he muttered. "Take it in your mouth."
With a soft moan, Anuja sank to her knees before him. Groaning,
his cock in her fist, she jerked it gently, flipping back the
foreskin, rubbing the cock-head over her cheeks and lips, her
mouth open, scraping the shaft and bulging cock-head delicately
with her teeth, winding her tongue lasciviously around the knob.
Prakash groaned thickly, his head bent, watching her.
"C'mon ... suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock, whore!"
Aroused by the words, she moaned loudly and slipped her lips
around his cock and began it hungrily.
"OHHHHHH uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "Yes! Suck it! Suck
my cock ... do it, Anji! Do it! C'mon, whore!" he cried. "Yes ...
whore! C'mon whore ... suck it! Do it, you fucking bitch! Suck my
prick, slut! Suck it ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon, suck
harder, slut! Suck harder!"
Anuja moaned loudly, deliriously, his cock feverishly,
pumping his cock in her fist, rocking her head back and forth,
working his cock-head with her tongue. He gasped, groaned and his
cock-head spurted pre-cum gunk. She murmured in pleasure, opening
her mouth under his cock and jerking his shaft so that he could
see his spurting into her face.
"Cum in my mouth ... please ... I want to taste your cum!" she
said.
He was seriously tempted, but refused to accede. There was so much
else he wanted to do with her lovely, luscious body. He knew that
if he gave in now, he would have to leave his dreams for another
day.
"No," he grunted. "Just keep sucking, whore, till I tell you to
stop! Do it!"
He grabbed her head and jerked it back to his crotch. Anuja
moaned, loving the rough treatment. His cock filled her mouth,
distending her face as she sucked.
Several minutes later, he pushed her head away and moved her to
the rickety *charpoy* beyond the burlap curtain. He tried to push
her on her back to lick her slit, but she forced him over instead
on his back on the cot and knelt over his face, clawing her
cunt-lips open. Her was dripping wet. She lowered it onto his
face, her mouth open, her head bent, her tongue pressed sexily to
her upper lip and, when he jabbed his tongue up into her cunt, she
gasped, tossing her head back, her mouth opening wide, her back
arching.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh fuck yes! C'mon Prakash ... do it! Lick my
slit! OHHH uhhhh yes ... yes ... oh ma uhhh yes ... c'mon ...
shove it in deeper ... ahhh yes ... there ... ohh god that's it
... ohhhhh uhhh yes!"
Her hips writhed and ground over his face. She slid one hand under
her jacket and squeezed her erotically, sliding her hand
up to her face, turning her head to one side, sexily lifting her
long braid in the back of her hand, her body jerking and jigging
on his face.
"Mm ... ohhh yes ... ohhhh that's good ... oh god you're tongue's
so good in there, Prakash ... mm, yes ... oh fuck yes!" she
gasped, arousing him intensely with the obscene litany that flowed
freely now.
She made the gardener go on licking her slit, gasping and mewing
and moaning loudly and obscenely, her cries rising in pitch and
volume, her body jerking, her hips grinding on his face, crushing
her in a frenzy. Suddenly, she turned around and sat on
his face again, but facing his feet now and slowly bent over,
dragging her tongue wantonly down his body to his crotch,
enveloping his quivering penis in the soft moist warmth of her
mouth again. Prakash gasped in pleasure and his breath shot
straight into her cunt. She groaned, her hips bucking on his face.
He could feel her squash against his belly. Her head
rocked up and down over his lap and he groaned, pumping his hips
under her face.
Then it was his turn to take charge. He heaved her off his body,
forced her on her back and jerked her legs apart. Panting, he bent
over her.
"C'mon bitch ... now I'm going to fuck your till you scream!"
he rasped.
Anuja moaned, spreading her legs wide, taking his cock and guiding
it to her cunt. "Fuck me!" she cried. "C'mon Prakash ... ram your
cock into my cunt! Shove it in hard, baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me
like a whore!"
With a loud cry, he plunged into her. Anuja cried out, her head
snapping back, her neck craning, her mouth tearing open, her back
bowing. His thrust sent her body jerking backward and her head
fell over the edge of the cot. The gardener was mad with lust. Her
hips rose up to meet his crashing downward and her engulfed
his penis, convulsing and spasming on its throbbing length. He
rammed his cock into her again and she cried out, tendons popping
in her throat, her lips snapping back and her mouth tearing open
in a loud cry.
"Yes! OH yes uhh yes Oh Prakash yes!" she cried as he rammed his
cock into her repeatedly, her body whipping and jerking with his
thrusts, her head bent back over the edge of the cot, her long
braid swinging freely, her gold necklace looped up against the
base of her throat, the rest hanging over under the nape of her
neck. "OHH yes ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, Prakash! Shove it in
uhhh yes OHH ma uhhh yes! C'mon! Fuck me! Shove your cock into my
cunt, lover! Do it! I want it! Fuck me! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me
like a whore! Take me!"
Her loud, lewd cries, her contorted expressions of genuine
excitement and joy, the frantic convulsions of her on his
searing cock as he thrust wildly in and out of her flesh, the way
her body jerked, her gold necklace swinging backwards, the way her
jiggled under the jacket which had fallen open showing him
all of one and most of the other, drove him insane with
lust.
"Take it!" he cried, panting and gasping. "C'mon, you fucking
whore! Take it! Take my cock! Ohhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes, c'mon,
bitch, take it!"
The overdose of aphrodisiacs the night before, combined with the
small topper she took this morning before coming to him, had made
Anuja incredibly horny. She cried out and moaned ecstatically, her
hips bucking and heaving frantically against his pounding loins,
her body jerking and whipping and snapping violently with his
thrusts, her jiggling. Her hands were bent at the elbow,
clenching his forearms and her legs were spread far apart,
affording him deep access to her slit. His long, thick, hard cock
felt wonderful, stabbing deeply in and out of her slit, the
pulsating veins in the swollen shaft crushing her gorged clitoris
delightfully. On and on they went, their bodies pounding together,
flesh striking flesh. They began to sweat in the close, stuffy
confines of the room. Perspiration beaded her brow and upper lip;
strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Rivers of
sweat started between her and coursed down her belly and
towards her flung-back neck. Prakash moaned, feeling the sweat
trickle down his spine and his chest, droplets splashing onto her
body, more sweat slipping down his crotch. She was incredible, her
hot as a furnace, tight as a vice and he began to spin away
in a delirium of lust. With a shuddering groan, he steadied his
rhythm and saw the look of pleasure on her face. He thrust into
her deep and hard and fast, his hips rocking rapidly up and down,
his buttocks flexing and unflexing, moving now with studied
deliberation.
"Mm ... ohhh yes ... ohhhh uhhhh yes!" she gasped, matching his
tempo. "That's it ... fuck me ... fuck me Prakash ... fuck me fuck
me fuck me ... oh god yes ... give me your prick, lover ... shove
it right up in my ... ohhhhhh uhh yes ... oh god oh god oh
uhhhh yes ohma uhhh *hanh* uhhh yes!"
Prakash battled the turbulence in his loins, his nostrils flared,
his magnificent muscles cording and rippling with the strain as he
plunged and pistoned in and out of her flesh. Anuja hissed in
pleasure as he thrust especially deep into her. Her body jerked
back and forth and she slid her hands down his flanks and gripped
his buttocks, pulling him deeper still into her molten cunt-flesh,
calling out loudly and lewdly. Again he noticed the attractive
slight imperfection of the two side teeth crooked over the even,
sparkling ones in front. Her nose-stud winked and the diamond
studs in her lobes -- she wore two in each ear, one behind the
other -- glittered sexily.
"Oh yes ... oh god yes, Prakash yes ... fuck me ... fuck me,
Prakash ... fuck me hard ... fuck my ... uhh OHHHHHHHH uhh
yes ... oh yes ... ram it in again Prakash ... AHHHHHHHHH uhhh!
That's it! Ohhh yes! C'mon! Faster! Ah uh ah uh oh ma uh ah uh oh
uh oh uh ohma uh ohma uh ohma uh yes!"
She continued to amaze him. With a loud gasp, moments before she
came, when he, too, was on the verge of losing control, she heaved
herself up, wriggling dexterously and slipping his cock out of her
cunt. He knew that she'd done it deliberately to stave off her
climax for greater pleasure.
Rolling him over on his back, panting and gasping, like a bitch in
heat, her face glowing with excitement, her eyes bright and
glassy, her nostrils flared, her mouth open, Anuja swung herself
over the gardener's body. His cock throbbed between her thighs.
Reaching down, she took it in one hand and moved it to her cunt.
With a loud, shuddering groan of pleasure and relief, she impaled
her hot slit on the rigid, throbbing shaft. Prakash gasped at the
electric convulsions of her on his penis and arched his back,
thrusting his cock greedily into her cunt. She moaned, rearing
upright on her knees astride his lap. He watched her transfixed;
spasms of lust crossed her lovely face.
"OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped. "God that's so good, Prakash! I want
your cock in my forever and ever!"
Grinding her hips erotically round and round on his, arching the
tip of her tongue erotically over her upper lip, Anuja hissed
loudly in pleasure and slid her hands up her body, under her
jacket, over her breasts, squeezing them eagerly.
"OHH yes ... oh god yes!" she gasped. "C'mon ... fuck me, Prakash
... fuck my ... oh ma uhhh yes ... ohhhhh ... uhh ... ohhhhh
... c'mon, lover ... fuck me like a whore ... take me like a slut
... I want it! I want your cock! I'm yours, Prakash! Your whore!
Fuck me hard!"
She was too much. Prakash swore softly, bucking his hips up and
down under her, holding her hips, moving them round and round on
his, mashing her cunt-flesh with his cock, watching her face twist
in lust as his thick, throbbing shaft mashed the inflamed stem of
her clitoris.
"C'mon whore!" he cried. "Take it! Take it, you fucking bitch!
Take it in your slit! Take my dick! C'mon whore ... take my cock!"
"Yes!" she gasped, falling forward, leaning on her outstretched
arms, her and the lapels of her jacket and the gold
necklace swinging over his face. "Oh yes uhhh yes uhhh oh yes!"
Their loins bucked and crashed together in a frenzy as she started
rocking back and forth and up and down on her hands and knees,
running her up and down the length of his shaft. Her buttocks
bounced off his thighs as he thrust up and down beneath her. Her
bounced and shook and her gold necklace tossed and flapped
against her tawny skin. He squeezed her breasts.
"Yes!" she cried. "Squeeze them harder, Prakash! Ahhhhhh uhhh ohma
uhh yes! Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! Harder! C'mon ... pinch my nipples ...
ohhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes!"
She twisted an arm behind her and cupped his balls, squeezing them
eagerly. He groaned, pounding his hips under her. Her body jerked
and rocked and jogged over his.
"Faster!" she cried, rocking furiously over him. "Yes ... c'mon
... oh yes c'mon Prakash yes oh god yes fuck me yes oh yes uhhh
yes! Ohma uhhhh OHHHH uh Ohma uhhh OHHH!"
He squeezed her again, craned his neck, squeezed both
mounds together and them sharply, nibbling her nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh uhh ohma uhhh yes!" she cried, gripping his head to
her breasts, her grinding and churning and bucking over his
inflamed penis. "Suck harder, Prakash ... ahhhhhh uhh oh that's
good yes!"
His head fell back, his back arched and he held her by the waist
as he pounded his hips furiously beneath hers, tossing her on his
lap, sharp, shrill cries and cracked gasps from her open
mouth. Her bounced madly over his face, swollen, hot,
turgid, pendulous, her nipples stiff, the aureoles puckered, her
gold necklace jumping wildly.
"Hit me!" she cried. "Hit my tits! Hit them hard!" she cried
suddenly.
Prakash whipped his hand at her breasts. Anuja cried out, her face
twisting in a grimace of joy.
"Again!" she called. "Hit them harder! OH! Uh OH! Uh OH! Uh OH! Uh
yes! Oh god yes!"
He crushed them hard in his hands and then gripped her buttocks,
pulling them open, pressing his fingertip to her anus. Anuja
shuddered in shocked surprise and delight, her spasming on
his penis. She knew too well how much he loved to penetrate her
anus.
"OHHHHHHHH uhh yes ... that's so good, baby yes ... keep it there
... ahhh uhhhh yes ... ohhhh yes ... Prakash ... please ... push
your finger in ..."
Prakash felt dizzy with excitement. He pressed his fingertip
firmly to her anus and, as he expected, it yielded at once without
resistance and his fingertip slid inward. The effect on her was
stunning. Her face contorted in a violent grimace. Her
crashed down on his penis, convulsing frenetically. The breath
shot from her throat and, arching, she dropped her to his
mouth, forcing him to suck them sharply. Prakash held his finger
in her asshole, enjoying its heat and tightness. Her buttocks
rocked and bounced over his bucking hips. She kissed him
feverishly, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.
"Oh god oh god oh god," she moaned. "You fuck me so well, Prakash
... it's so good ... don't stop, baby ... don't ever stop!"
She reared upright again, gasping and moaning, bucking faster and
faster up and down on his pumping hips. He slid his finger out of
her anus.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh yes fuck me fuck me fuck me, Prakash!
Keep fucking me! I want to be fucked and fucked and fucked! OHHHH
uhhh OHHH uhh OHHH!"
Sexily, she rucked up her jacket in her hands, crumpling it, and
dragged it over her breasts, squeezing and lifting them
erotically, scraping the aroused and sensitized nipples with the
coarse handspun cloth. Prakash groaned. It was an incredibly sexy
sight. She arched her tongue slowly, wantonly over her curved
upper lip, arching her head back and bucking up and down on his
lap, her body shining and glistening with a sheen of sweat.
"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... oh ma uhhhh yes!" she hissed, erotically
rolling the jacket over her nipples and grinding her hips round as
she forced her down on his cock so that it spiralled down
onto the upright shaft. "OHHHHH uhhh yes ... god I want it! I want
it all!"
He watched her expressions of lust, the way her bounced,
the way the gold necklace jumped and tossed on her tawny skin.
Sensuously, she dragged her hands up her body to the nape of her
neck, thrusting her out, coiling her braid in a loose knot
as she continued bouncing on his lap. Her jacket opened wider,
exposing her breasts. She kept her hands raised and her fingers
interlaced behind her head.
"Hit my tits!" she moaned again. "Hit them hard!"
Prakash slapped her and nipples with a sharp, stinging
flick of the backs of his fingers.
"OH!" she gasped, making him cry out as her convulsed
frantically on his penis. "Again! Do it again! Harder!"
He struck her again. Moans of joy erupted from her throat.
He kept hitting her breasts. Her body trembled and shook as it
bounced up and down on his lap, her grinding and sliding
along his penis in a frenzy, her buttocks cannoning off his
thighs.
"Squeeze them now!" she cried. "Hard! OHH uhh yes! Oh god yes!
Harder!"
He clenched her and heaved powerfully under her, sending
his cock ramming up into her cunt. Anuja cried out, her face
twisting and contorting in a grimace of lust, exciting him
further. Looking at her reflection in the old, cracked mirror to
one side, she paused, smiling inwardly in an explosion of joyous
arousal and excitement: she knew the gardener would enjoy seeing
them both in the mirror.
"Fuck me from behind," she cried. "Like you did last time. Fuck me
in front of the mirror ... I want to see you fucking me!"
The gardener was strong and virile, able to fuck her at length, as
hard as she wanted. With him, now, here, she was no longer the
*memsahib*; she was his whore, to fuck and enjoy at his pleasure.
She slipped off his cock, moaning and panting feverishly and
quickly turned on her forearms and knees on the bed, facing the
cracked mirror. Her hung swollen and pendulous like
succulent fruit, her long gold necklace swung free. She thrust a
hand between her legs and clawed her cunt-lips open. Kneeling
behind her, Prakash moaned softly in lust. He stared wildly at her
reflection in the mirror, her face tilted up, her eyes bright and
dark, glittering with lust, her nostrils flared, her luscious lips
parted, her swollen and gold chain swaying, the dark
beauty spots on her face tempting him; and then his eyes jerked
back to the smooth curves of her buttocks and, beneath, the wet,
open lips of her cunt, held wide open in the first two slender,
shapely fingers of one hand, the finger-rings glittering.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "C'mon, Prakash! Fuck me hard! Shove your
cock right up into my cunt! Fuck me like a bitch ... like a whore!
Fuck me hard!"
Prakash moaned in feverish desperation and pushed his cock between
her buttocks and to her cunt-lips, past her fingers and, flexing
his buttocks and snapping his hips sharply, rammed his cock deep
into her in a long, surging and skewering thrust.
"OHMAUHHHAHHHUHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cried as his penis plunged
into her cunt, her face contorting and twisting in a paroxysm of
lust and joy. "OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHHH!"
"YES! C'MON TAKE IT, WHORE!" he shouted. "C'mon bitch! Take it!"
He began to fuck her violently, gripping her hips, slamming his
own back and forth, hammering her buttocks with his hips with loud
smacking slaps, driving his throbbing cock in and out of her cunt.
Their reflections in the mirror were a major turn-on. Every thrust
made her lurch forward. Her body rocked and swung beneath his. Her
shook and wobbled, and her gold necklace swung furiously
back and forth. Her face was turned up, radiant with lust, her
eyes hooded, her mouth open in a wide O, her nostrils flared. She
clenched the sheets, clawing at them feverishly. Her cries were
loud and lewd.
"Yes! OH ma uhhh ahhh uhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me!
Ram your cock in, baby! Harder! OHHHHHH uhhh yes that's it oh ma
uhhh yes c'mon ... do it!"
"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock, you
whoring bitch! Take it! Ahhhh uhhh ahhh uh ah uh ah uh oh fuck
yes!"
"Ohhhh uhhh yes ... oh Pruhhhkahhhhhsh uhhhh yes! Fuck me! C'mon
... c'mon ... do it ... harder ... ohhh yes ... harder, yes! Ahhhh
that's it ... c'mon ... Prakash ... do it! Fuck me! Harder!"
"Take it, whore!" he shouted. "Ghe, rundi, ghe!"
"Ahhhhhh uhhh yes!"
"C'mon, you fucking slut ... take my prick, bitch! Take it!"
"Oh ma uh oh uh oh uh oh!"
"Bitch! Whoring bitch! Take my cock ... c'mon, whore ... oh fuck
uhh yes ... take my prick, slut!"
"Yes! Oh yes! Oh ma uhhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
"Say you like it, bitch! Let me hear you!"
"Yes! uh oh ma uhh yes! uh oh ma uhhh yes ... Fuck me! Fuck me
Prakash! Fuck me hard! Fuck my slit, baby! Fuck it hard! Shove
your cock up my cunt, baby! OHHHHHH yeh ... oh yes oh fuck yes
c'mon ... do it! Do it, baby! Fuck me!"
The words inflamed him. He rammed in harder and harder, plunging
and pistoning madly, furiously, slamming his hips at her buttocks.
"Talk, bitch!" he snarled. "Tell me ya like it! Lemme hear ya!
Tell me what you want!"
"Oh god yes! I want it! Give it to me, baby! Fuck me! I want it!"
"What? What d'you want?"
"Your ... your cock Prakash! I want your cock! Oh ma uhhh ahh uhhh
ahh! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me hard! Stuff me with your cock!"
Faster and faster he went, gasping desperately, ramming into her,
jerking and rocking her body under his, gripping her hips and
digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her body. Her
convulsed on his penis. She moaned and cried out, keeping up the
obscene litany, slamming her hips back against his thighs, jerking
her along the length of his penis. He could see the long,
dark, glistening stem of his own cock appearing and disappearing
between the curved lobes of her buttocks and suddenly remembered a
pornographic that Jayant had once run for the servants. A
huge black guy was shown fucking an Indian woman just like this --
that was what made it sexier still. But he could still recall it
vividly, every frame etched in memory. It had been just like this
-- except that the had been fucking not her cunt, but her ass.
He looked at her rear again. The tight, puckered flesh of her anus
winked at him. He remembered how she had taken his finger in her
anus and, suddenly, was overwhelmed by an urge to force his cock
into her anus, to bugger her. He knew just how much she loved
being fucked in the butt.
He jerked his cock out of her and pressed his cock-head
between her buttocks to her tight anus. Anuja tensed, her head
jerking up, her face twisted in joyous anticipation.
"Want it in your ass, whore?" he cried. "Want me to fuck your
butt?"
"Yes! Oh god yes!"
"Yeh! You always did like it in the ass, didn't you, bitch? Now
take my cock! I want your ass, bitch! I want to fuck your butt!
C'mon whore! Take it!"
He creased her buttocks open and, gripping her fiercely, flexed
his buttocks and pushed his hips forward. His cock-head popped
into her rear-channel, pushing the orifice open.
The effect was electrifying. Her face contorted in a savage rictus
of lust, her eyes screwing shut, her mouth torn open, her lips
jerked back over her teeth, her head craned, tendons popping in
her throat.
"OHUHOHHHUHOHUHOHMAUHOHHPRAKASH-UHHHOHHHH uh Oh uh
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja's cry rang out loudly in the
silence of the small, stuffy room.
"Ahh uhh yes uhhh Ahh uhh AHHHHHHHHH!" Prakash cried exultantly,
provoked by her expression of lust, her cry, his subjugation and
domination of her and the fact that he, a lowly gardener, not even
one of the house-staff, was sodomizing this *memsahib*, this slut,
this whore, his slut, his whore.
"Oh uh ah uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ..." Anuja moaned, her breath
coming in heaving, wracked sobs. "Oh ma uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh
ohh!"
Deeper and deeper he pushed his cock, driving it into her
delightful anus as far as he could, gasping at its fierce heat and
manic convulsions, his buttocks flexing taut, till his hips were
pinned to her buttocks. Anuja quivered and moaned, beside herself
with joy. He looked at her reflection in the mirror and grinned.
He slid his hands up her body and crushed her and then hit
them sharply. She gasped, her anus impaled deeply on his cock, her
chest heaving, her head sagging, her buttocks squirming against
his thighs.
"Like it, whore?" he grunted. "Like it in the ass, don't you? Tell
me you like it, bitch! Tell me you like it when I fuck your ass!"
"Oh god oh god oh god," she sobbed.
"Say it!" he shouted, hitting her again, making her gasp.
"Say it!"
"Yes!" she moaned. "Oh god yes ... it ... it feels good ... ohh
god yes, Prakash ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck my
butt!"
He laughed again. "Again, slut! Let me hear you beg like a
gutter-whore!"
"Ohhh ... uhhh ohhh yes ... fuck me, Prakash ... fuck my ass ...
shove your ... cock ... right up my ass, baby ... shove it in ...
shove it all in! I want it!"
He laughed triumphantly and began sodomizing her heavily and
deeply, thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt. Anuja
whimpered, rocking under him. He thought of the black and how
he'd fucked the lovely woman and tried to emulate the image,
pumping his hips rhythmically back and forth, jerking her body to
and fro under his. Now he, too, was a stud, as much of a sex
machine as that hugely-endowed black.
Then he remembered also how the had put his hand under belly
and finger-fucked her while he fucked her butt. Bending, he pushed
his hand under her stomach and arched his finger into her cunt.
Anuja's head snapped up in shock and surprise and delight. She
cried out loudly and, at last, lost control, unable to deny her
climax any longer.
"OHHHHHHh uh Oh ma uhhhh Oh Prakash! Prakash! Prakash! Uhhh yes!
Ohma uhhhhh ahhhh uhhh OHHHHH!" she cried as the tidal wave of
pleasure hit and hit and hit.
Incredibly, and despite the frantic convulsions of her and
ass, he didn't come. Instead, he moved faster and faster, ramming
his cock in and out of her anus, making her gasp and choke and
moan thickly, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets as his swollen
cock rocked in a fury in and out of her convulsing asshole.
"OHHH uh OH uh OH uh OH ma uh OHMA uh OH Prakash uhh OHH!" she
cried.
"Yeah uhh yeh uhh oh yeh ohh fuck yes c'mon whore c'mon bitch take
it c'mon! Yes ... c'mon! Take it ... oh fuck yes ... take it,
whore! Take my prick!"
Suddenly, with a loud cry, he jerked out of her. She cried out in
shock at the sudden release in pressure. He moaned and before she
could anticipate his next move, plunged his cock into her and
began fucking her demonically, ramming his cock savagely in and
out of her flesh.
"YES!" he shouted. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes uhh oh yeh oh yeh
c'mon bitch take it uhh yeh take it you whoring slut take it! Oh
uhh *hanh* uhh oh!"
"OHHHHH uhh OH ma uh Oh uhhh yes Oh god yes uhh OHHH!" Anuja cried
desperately, her body shaking and trembling as another orgasm hit
her and then a third.
On and on he went, pillaging and plundering her cunt, ramming
wildly in and out of her cunt, making her body jerk and rock with
his thrusts, her jiggling violently, his cries ringing in
her ears.
Again he pulled out of her and now, flinging her on her back,
jerked her legs open and rammed into her again, hammering his
hips wildly up and down and back and forth, slamming his cock in
and out of her cunt.
"C'mon! C'mon, bitch, c'mon bitch c'mon bitch take it uh take it
uh take it uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh fuck uh yes uh oh fuck yes!" he
cried, his hips bucking furiously up and down, his cock pounding
in and out of her cunt, savaging her molten cunt-flesh.
"Ah uh ah uh oh uh ohma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhh oh uhh yes oh god oh
god oh god uhhh yes!"
Anuja cried out, her body whipping and arching and jerking and
snapping violently on the cot under him, her wobbling and
jiggling painfully, her head flipping from side to side. He moaned
and panted, moving faster and faster and then, with a sudden,
sharp cry, lurched out of her.
Shaking his cock, he scooted up over her face and pushed his penis
into her mouth.
"Suck it!" he snarled. "Suck hard! Suck my prick, bitch!"
Anuja moaned, choking, sputtering, and began his cock
feverishly. Seconds later, with a shuddering moan, he began to
come in her mouth, shooting his load down her throat.
"Swallow it!" he cried. "Drink my jizz, whore! Take it!"
He came and came and came, his gunk flooding her mouth and
dribbling down her chin and cheeks. He shook his cock over her
breasts, splashing hot gunk on her body and then, moving down
again, forced his slowly dwindling cock back into her cunt. Under
him, Anuja moaned thickly, arching her hips eagerly under his,
taking him deep into her flesh, her head spinning, overjoyed at
how well he had fucked her, well-pleased.
Her body tingled as he eased slowly out of her and sank down
on the bed beside her. She turned in his arms, her body trembling
and shaking, still panting heavily.
"My god," she breathed, kissing him tenderly. "My god, Prakash!"
He smiled, cupping her breast. "It was very good, wasn't it?"
"Very good? It was fantastic!" she breathed, in genuine pleasure.
"And guess what?"
The gardener laughed softly. "Tell me."
"I want more!"
"Who'd have guessed?" he chuckled, pulling her down to the cot
again and turning her over under him. "Who'd have guessed?"
__________
Later that afternoon, Anuja stole from Jayant's bed and went to
Shankar's. Jayant slept on, exhausted from the fucking of the
night before and later that morning, after she had done with
Prakash. She slipped out of bed and, wrapping a gauzy nightgown
around her, stole through the house to the servant's quarters. As
she stepped into the stuffy little chamber, Shankar chuckled
softly in the gloom. Anuja smiled to herself.
"I knew you'd come, whore," he said softly. "C'mere. Suck my cock.
Then I'm going to fuck your ass."
Anuja smiled happily and, slipping the gown off her naked
shoulders, knelt obediently by the narrow pallet against the far
wall and bent her head over her servant's crotch, taking his
thick, warm penis gratefully in her mouth. The youth grinned, his
head craned, watching her, his legs spread wide, his hips bucking
and lurching under her face.
Minutes later, he was fucking her in the kitchen. Her lovely face
was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung
back, her sexy lips parted, her teeth bared in a rictus of lust,
her nostrils flared. Her body jerked and rolled back and forth,
her back bowing taut as the cook fucked her rapidly. Shankar bent
over her on his knuckles and knees, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins. Anuja loved
his cock. She lay on her back, her legs forked and spread with
Shankar bucking between them. Her legs curled about his thighs.
Her hips heaved up at his. Shankar's swollen, glistening cock,
ridged with veins, plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in
and out of her cunt. He could hear it squelching into her belly,
rasping out, squelching in again, shuddering moans from
her. Her body snapped and bowed with his savage thrusts, curling
under his. Her head flipped from side to side, her face suffused
with a radiance of lust.
"OHHH Shankar-Shankar-Shuhhhh uh oh uhh Shunhhkuhhr uhh OHH! UNHhh
... OH-OHH-OHH!" she gasped. "*hanh* UHHhh *hanh* uhhhh *hanh* uhh
OHmauhhOHHHuhh OH OH OHHH uhh OHHH uhhh OHHH uhh OH ma uhh
OHHmaohmaohmaOHHHHH!"
Her jiggled with each thrust. The gold chain around her
neck tossed and slithered between her breasts. Shankar's buttocks
flexed and unflexed, his cock rose, slid into her like a sword,
lifted up again. Faster and faster he moved, thrusting deeper and
harder into her. He flung his head back, his eyes closed. Anuja
dug her fingers into his bunched biceps. Her shoulders hunched,
her squeezed together, the gold chain around her neck
crushed between the lovely mounds. Their cries rang softly in the
still house, and she feared they might wake Jayant; she knew he
didn't approve of this incessant sex with the servants. But there
was nothing she could do to stop. She didn't want to.
"Yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Fuck me!" she begged.
"UNHHH ... UNHH ... UNHHH ... C'MON ... take it, bitch ... take my
cock!" he panted.
He began pistoning like a triphammer at, his cock ramming in and
out, in and out, in and out. He paused for a second to lever her
thighs wider apart and to lean more steeply over him. At once he
hit a furious, feverish, ram-fucking stroke again that drove the
breath from her in a hissing gasp and tore a choking cry from her
throat. Their bodies glistened with sweat.
Shankar slowed suddenly and she moaned, squeezing her in
her hands, rolling the heavy mounds under her palms, tweaking her
nipples. She caressed his hard chest and belly, and then her hands
slid to her loins and her left hand encircled his pistoning shaft,
the right clawing her cunt-lips open. His cock rasped between her
fingers. The sight of the dark cock in her fair fingers, under her
gold wedding band, was incredibly sexy.
Shankar's hips rose and fell, rose and fell, his cock gliding
smoothly, deeply, in and out. She whimpered and arched, writhing
in pleasure and orgasmed, her body stiffening under his, twitching
as the waves crashed over her. Her body arched to his, her fingers
digging into his strong shoulders.
When she had finished, Shankar slowly pulled out of her. His cock
was still rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders
hunched, her pretty face turned to one side, begging for more.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Keep fucking me."
Shankar grinned. She was acting like a bitch in heavy rut.
"Okay, okay ... I'll fuck you, slut," he chuckled. "Up your ass."
Anuja smiled happily. She got to her feet and leaned over the
kitchen counter, her buttocks thrust back at him. They lobed open,
exposing her puckered anus. Shankar licked four fingers in an
utterly obscene action and smeared his spittle around her asshole.
"Wait," he muttered. He stretched an arm around her and flipped
open the lid of the butter dish. He dug his fingers into the soft
yellow butter and scooped up a generous pat. Grinning at her,
smeared it around her anus. Anuja writhed, whimpering. He smeared
his erect cock with it, coating it thickly. It shone and glistened
dully.
"Now c'mon," he muttered and shuffled forward.
Shankar pressed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed. He chuckled
and spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around her
anus. He guided it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed. Anuja
bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled. Her
and necklaces swung free.
Shankar splayed her buttocks open with one hand and slowly pushed
his cock-head inward. It found its target, held. Anuja gasped and
stiffened. Her fingers clawed. She clenched a towel cock on the
tiled counter wall. Shankar slid his hips forward.
"OHMAOHMAOHMAOHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja called, her face twisting with
shock and agony and delight.
Shankar's head jerked back and he gasped. The huge cock slithered
between her buttocks, vanishing inexorably into her rear channel.
He clenched her buttocks, pulled them wide, and thrust deeper and
deeper and deeper. Anuja began to pant in joyous agony, her voice
ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn open, her head jerked up. In and
in and in he went, gritting his teeth, biting his lower lip, his
head falling on his chest, now holding her hips and driving
deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Anuja sobbed, her
breath coming in heaving rasps.
"OH-Shankar ... Shankar ... c'mon ... c'mon ... quickly!" she
gasped. "Do it!"
Shankar crowed in delight. He leaned forward and squeezed her
swollen hard. They grew slippery with the butter. He
stroked and caressed her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her
again. Holding her hips, he began move his own slowly,
fucking her ass. Anuja gasped, rocking and lurching beneath him,
turning her arm to cup her dangling breast, squeezing and kneading
it in excitement.
"Yes ... OHhhh yes yes OHHhhh yes yes OHhhhgodyes!" she cried.
"Yes! C'mon, whore! C'mon! Yes!" Shankar growled.
He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris.
Anuja gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and
fro of her own accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft.
Shankar began to move faster. His belly in. Controlling her
movements with his fingertips on her upper buttocks, he speared
her asshole with his cock, shoving it in, pulling out, thrusting
in again. His cock shone and glistened as it emerged and
disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. Her cries were
small, broken, her face distorted in a rictus of agonised passion.
"C'mon ... take it! C'mon, you fucking whore! Take it!" he cried.
Shankar moved faster still, his hips jerking rapidly to and fro,
his cock gliding in and out. He paused to spread his legs on
either side of her hips. He leaned over her with his hands on the
counter edge, his cock buried deep in her, his body bent over
hers. She was pinned beneath him. She waited for him to take his
pleasure. His buttocks reared suddenly, sharply, then drove down
into her savagely.
With a shuddering cry, Shankar began to ram-fuck her butt. Anuja's
breath ripped from her throat in a hoarse, ululating cry. Her
mouth tore open. Her began to jiggle furiously, her
necklace whipping frantically back and forth. Shankar's hips
slammed into her buttocks again and again, his buttocks flexing
and unflexing, rising and falling, his cock pistoning furiously in
and out.
He was streaming with sweat now, his body arched, his head flung
back and his mouth torn open. Faster and faster he went and Anuja
began to orgasm. She went rigid under him, clawing and moaning,
her head arched hard. Her breath came in broken rasps, her moans
were and heavy and long. The servant continued to butt-fuck
her.
At last he stopped and slowly drew out of her. She stood trembling
against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps.
Shankar moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her
face.
He chuckled, spreading his legs. "Like it, whore?"
She nodded weakly, her head bowed, her body heaving. His rampant
penis was thrust at her face.
"Suck me?" Shankar asked softly.
Anuja nodded slowly. Shankar smiled and pulled her head down to
his groin. His butter-smeared penis, glistening with the juices
from her and anus was at her face. Laughing softly at her
bent over his lap, Shankar stroked her face with it, teasing her,
dodging her questing lips. Finally, he relented and let her have
it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the sticky, slimy,
slippery cock-head. She began to lick it eagerly, running her
tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't matter that it had just
invaded her asshole.
"How d'you like the taste of your ass, whore? C'mon ... suck it
hard!" The servant commanded his mistress.
She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his
cock-shaft. Her cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck
his cock, jerking his cock, holding his thigh, her cheeks
hollowing. Her head moved back and forth on his twitching loins.
He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Shankar gasped,
flinging his head back and groaning in delight. His belly drew in
with tension. She cupped his low, heavy balls, fondling them. He
looked down at her, one hand on her head, jerking it to and fro.
She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered like lightning over
his glans. Shankar lost control and spewed his into her
mouth.
Moaning deliriously, Anuja opened her mouth and jerked his cock.
spattered on her face and neck and dangling breasts. She took
his cock deep in her mouth again and it some more, her head
moving rapidly, the very last drop of out of his
cock. dribbled down her chin and over her breasts,
spattering on the counter.
He was done. He grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Anuja
licked his thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Shankar watched,
grinning hugely, as she lifted her and rubbed them into
the puddled gunk on the counter in an utterly wanton action. She
rose with her shining with gunk and arched her chest to
his head, sliding an arm around his neck, his lips to her
breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her face creased in a smile of
delight as his tongue and teeth caressed her nipples.
"God, that was good," she murmured.
He slid his hand between her legs and gently arched a finger into
her slit. Her was wet and it still clamped eagerly on his
finger.
"Fucking whore," he grinned. "Fucking randy whore."
"Yes," she groaned. "Fuck me again, Shankar ... fuck me again."
He laughed softly. "Later."
"No. Not later. Now."
"Try and get me up. If you can I'll fuck you."
He hopped up on the counter and spread his legs and Anuja moaned
and bent her head to his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth and
it gently. He had spent himself and it took a long time
before his cock began to stir. She and masturbated him
patiently. She had his cock in her mouth, rocking her head gently
up and down and back and forth when an idea came to her.
"Shankar," she murmured. "Not here."
"What?"
"I don't want to fuck here."
"What?"
She grinned lasciviously, sensual and beautiful in her wanton
arousal. "Inside," she whispered. "In the bedroom."
"Fuck, you're crazy!" he said. "Jayant is there!"
"So what?"
"He's asleep!"
"That's what makes it so sexy."
He stared at her, his eyes glittering with excitement. She was
right. It was a very sexy idea, erotic because this was really
unthinkable, that he should bang his master's lover right there on
the same bed on which his master slumbered. It was quite another
thing to do it when his master was awake and permitted it.
"Not on the bed, then," he said. "On the floor."
"No. On the bed. Right there. Next to him."
"Fuck! You're mad!"
"Yes!" she breathed, his cock feverishly again. "Yes, I'm
mad! Mad for your cock!"
The servant grinned and hopped off the counter. She laughed
softly, kissing him. His cock had jumped erect in excitement. She
fondled it gently, jerking the shaft in her slender, elegant
fingers. They slipped out of the kitchen and stole silently into
the bedroom. Jayant, exhausted, was fast asleep, lying on his
back, his chest rising and falling evenly.
Anuja smiled and turned to Shankar, whose heart was pounding with
fear and excitement. The servant looked at his master's naked
body.
Shankar laughed silently in excitement. She kissed him, writhing
her body against his, pressing her and fleshy against
him. Taking his hand in her hers, she pulled him around to
Jayant's side of the bed and, sinking to her knees, took her
servant's cock in her mouth and began him again. Shankar
stifled a moan. He fucked her mouth slowly, his head bent, one eye
on her sleeping husband, excited as much by the danger as by her
cock-sucking.
She him wantonly, fondling her breasts, lifting and
squeezing them in her hands, fondling her cunt, rubbing and
squeezing her over his cock, and licking his
balls. His cock throbbed ominously in her fist and mouth. He
pushed her head away. Anuja got to her feet and moving to her side
of the bed, slipped in beside her slumbering cousin. Reaching up,
she took Shankar's hand and drew him onto the bed with her. She
spread her legs under him as he bent over her, between her thighs,
his cock-head at her cunt-lips. She took his cock and pulled it to
her cunt-hole. Stifling a moan, the cook squeezed his cock gently
into her cunt. Anuja whimpered softly, her fleshy body bending in
a slow, exquisite arch as the huge penis seared into her cunt.
"Oh ma uh Ah!" she gasped as the searing heat of his penis bit
into her cunt.
Startled by her loud cry, the servant froze, looking at Jayant in
panic. He didn't stir, oblivious to his cousin and servant fucking
inches from his body. The cook groaned, arching his handsome head.
He flexed his buttocks and slowly pushed deeper and deeper into
Anuja's clonic cunt. She writhed under him, her legs spread wide,
her arching greedily under his hips, his cock deeper
and deeper into her flesh. Bent over her on his knees, his palms
crushing her heavy, swollen breasts, the cook slid his hips
further forward, going in and in till he was fully buried in her
flesh. Then he paused. Anuja moaned softly, her hips twitching and
writhing erotically under his.
"C'mon Shankar ... fuck me ... ohh uh ohh uh yes ... uh ahh uh Oh
uh yes! Ohhhh uhhh OHHH uhh OHHHH uhhh Ohmauhhh yes ... oh god yes
... ohhh yes, baby, yes!"
The cook fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, then, marvelling at
his fortune. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, his
cock steeply out of her, pausing, then grinding down into her with
a wicked spiralling thrust that made her gasp and clench at his
bulging biceps.
"Ohhh uhhh yes! Oh baby yes! Fuck me! Ohhh god yes!" she wept.
Her jiggled with his thrusts, bouncing sexily. She
her legs open further, him deeper still into her slit.
Anuja's eyes were bright with lust. She smiled ecstatically at her
servant. She murmured in pleasure. The bed rocked gently with
their motions. The servant hit a rhythm, moving his cock steadily
in and out of her cunt. She groaned and arched and lurched beneath
him, her head rolling from side to side, the bed rocking with
their motions. Bending his head, he her gently.
Anuja moaned in delight and caressed his head. Anuja cupped the
servant's face in her hands and kissed him deeply, thrusting her
tongue into his mouth.
"Now," she murmured, tonguing his ear. "Fuck me hard, Shankar."
For the next thirty minutes, as Anuja fucked the cook inches from
his body, Jayant slept on, drowned in his own dream of passion.
Beside him, Anuja whimpered thickly, her body writhing and heaving
in feverish joy under the servant's piercing, exquisite thrusts.
__________
Anuja's joy was unconfined. Jayant's servants couldn't seem to
have enough of her, and she did not deny them their satisfaction,
even though it meant that she had less time with Jayant. For his
part, he revelled in her evident enjoyment of sex with his
servants and contented himself with watching her. Using his fancy
new camera, shot endless tapes of her fucking the servants.
Actually, that was first her idea not his.
"Want to watch the servant fuck me?" she asked later that
afternoon, when she had finished fucking Shankar and, shooing him
out of the room, turned her attention to her cousin.
She woke him with butterfly caresses of her lips and teeth and
tongue and fingers, arousing him till his cock was rock-hard in
her mouth and his hips were bucking and squirming under her face.
When he was ready, she rolled over and drew him over her, between
her thighs, gasping thickly as his swollen, throbbing penis surged
into her wet cunt-flesh. They fucked slowly at first, rocking and
bucking together till their lust and hunger sharpened. Then their
movements became more feverish and he thrust into her harder and
deeper and faster, his hips swinging up and down, his buttocks
flexing and unflexing rapidly. He reared up, his head flung back,
his legs folded under his buttocks, knees spread wide and, holding
her thighs wide apart in his hands, fucked her mercilessly,
reaming his cock greedily into her cunt. Beneath him, Anuja's
cries were sharp and high and her body jerked and snapped with his
thrusts, her face contorted with spasms of joy, her swollen,
gorged jiggling, their nipples nut-hard.
"OHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Ooooh baby yes ... that's it
... c'mon ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt, Jayant ... fuck it hard!"
she gasped, hissing and mewing her joy.
He slid out of her and flipped her over onto her front. She knelt
before him on all fours like a bitch in heat. He squatted steeply
over her flared hips and quickly squeezed his cock into her
again. Anuja hissed in joy, her tongue pressed sexily to her upper
lip, her body rocking forward under his thrust, her face turned
over her shoulder to him, moaning wanton obscenities. He began
fucking her furiously, hammering his hips at her buttocks,
slapping his thighs at them. Bent over before him, Anuja groaned
and cried out, her and necklace pendulous, swinging madly,
her buttocks bouncing off her cousin's sturdy thighs.
"Yeh! C'mon, bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it!" he
shouted.
"Oh uh oh uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma
uh OH yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh god yes!" she called in
response.
Their climaxes approached and he slid out of her again, foiling
her orgasm, making her whimper and groan in feverish desperation,
begging for more. Rolling over on his back, he made her straddle
his hips and mount his cock. Anuja cried out thinly as she impaled
her on his cock and, wild with excitement, began bucking on
it, rocking up and down, reaching back to squeeze his balls, her
wobbling and jerking, her gold necklace tossing and
dancing on her tawny skin, her head flung back. Her buttocks
bounced off his heaving hips and strong thighs and he squeezed her
in his frenzy. She began to orgasm and he gasped at the
hot, tight convulsions of her on his cock. He wanted to come
but, seconds before he shot, she slipped off his cock and, bending
over, thrust her face into his crotch and his cock
furiously, her head bucking up and down over his lap. Lifting one
leg, she plunged a hand into her groin and began masturbating
furiously, her hips twitching at her slender, shapely wrist and
bejeweled fingers. Jayant couldn't hold back. The sight of her
his cock with such hunger was too much to bear. With a
shuddering moan, he exploded and Anuja groaned, opening her mouth
wide, her lascivious tongue running up and down his cock-shaft and
round and round his cock-head. spumed from the slit in his
cock-head and she moaned happily as it spattered her face and
cheeks and and shot into her open, hungry mouth. She took
his cock in her mouth again, slowly it dry.
And then, as they snuggled together, her fingers toying with his
still quivering, sticky cock, his tongue and lips tormenting her
breasts, she asked if he wanted to watch her fuck the servant.
"Now? Haven't you had enough?" he asked, grinning.
"No such thing as enough," she giggled. "I don't know the meaning
of the word."
He laughed. "So it seems. Okay, you want to do it now or after
dinner?"
She grinned and kissed him, squeezed his cock gently. "Both.
Either. Whatever. I want to fuck all the servants. Again and
again. And then I want to fuck you again. I just want to fuck and
fuck and fuck."
Jayant laughed and kissed her. "You're one mad nympho, Anji. Crazy
bitch."
"Mm. You complaining?"
"Nope."
"Okay, let's go then."
He got his and they went out naked and Ramu saw them
as he was setting the table and his eyes widened in pleased
comprehension.
"Good fuck, eh?" he said to Jayant.
Jayant grinned. "Fantastic. As always."
Ramu grinned. "You want dinner, you two?"
"Not right away. After a bit." Anuja smiled and went up to him.
"Right now, I want some sex. More sex. Good, hard, hot sex. With
you."
She slipped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him like a
lover, her tongue pressing between his lips, her naked body
writhing against his. "I want your cock, Ramu. I want to suck it
and lick it and then I want it in my and in my ass ..."
The servant grinned through the kiss, his hands on her breasts,
her buttocks, caressing her curved, tawny naked body. He was
wearing a tight white vest and shorts and now she rolled his vest
up under his arms and bent her head to his nipples while her hands
slipped inside his shorts and crawled around to his crotch. She
moved from one nipple to the other, whipping the stiff points with
her pointed tongue and slowly slid to her knees, dragging his
shorts down as she went. He rucked the vest off his head and stood
before her, naked, powerful, erotic, undeniable, the distinction
between master and servant quite blurred.
Jayant had the to his eye already, circling them, filming
every move. Anuja knelt before the servant and slowly jerked his
penis, kissing it tenderly. Parting her lips, she took his
cock in her warm, hungry mouth and began it slowly and
heavily. The servant groaned softly as his cock bloated and
ballooned in her mouth and fingers, filling and distending her
lovely face. Her head rocked back and forth in his hands and he
pumped his hips at her face, fucking her mouth with evident
pleasure. She him steadily, using her tongue and lips and
fingers and teeth deftly till he was gasping and groaning, his
belly rippling with excitement and tension.
"C'mon ... suck it," he gasped, his hands at his crotch, fingers
and thumbs forming a delta around the base of his shaft. "Suck it,
whore! Suck my dick!"
Anuja groaned thickly and his dark, cock greedily,
her head rocking back and forth between his servant's thighs.
Whimpering, she his balls, caressed her face with his
penis, took it between her breasts. The servant grunted softly and
fucked her face while Jayant ran the camera.
He pushed her head away and got down on the floor on his back.
Hissing in pleasure, Anuja straddled his face and lowered her
onto it. Ramu prised her cunt-lips open in his fingers and thrust
his tongue up into her hot, wet slit. Jayant zoomed in to a close
up of his tongue darting and flickering rapidly in and out and
round and round in her cunt.
"Ohhhh yes! Oh fuck yes, Ramu yes!" she gasped, writhing her hips
on his face, her hands squeezing and crushing her
erotically.
Jayant took a long shot of her bucking and writhing on his face,
her head flung back, her face suffused with lust. After several
minutes, she stopped and slid back, straddling his hips, his
rampant erection in her hand. With a shuddering moan, she moved it
between her thighs and impaled herself on it. The servant grunted
and arched up under her slowly, thrusting his cock up deep into
her cunt. Anuja moaned, arching and moaning and hissing in
pleasure, her face turned back, her arms outstretched, palms on
the floor. Groaning thickly, she began to move, rocking up and
down on his cock.
"OHHH yes! Oh god yes, Ramu yes ... oh fuck yes!" she gasped.
Jayant scurried around behind and, dropping to his knees, took a
shot of her rising and falling along the length of the
servant's shaft. He took shots of her face, radiant with
excitement and lust, her body bouncing and rocking and jerking up
and down, her tossing, her gold necklace flying, slapping
on her tawny skin. Faster and faster she went and then, suddenly,
slapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing his cock in her
cunt. The servant groaned and heaved and pumped his hips under
her, his hands on her swollen breasts.
Anuja was insatiable. Through the viewfinder, Jayant watched his
cousin orgasm, gasping and crying out, rocking and bucking
feverishly on his servant's cock. He eased her off his lap and she
lay on her back, her legs spread wantonly. Jayant motioned to the
servant to wait and rolled the over her naked body,
lingering on her cunt. She opened her cunt-lips open for him and
looked at the lens straight, mouthing erotic obscenities, fondling
her breasts. Jayant stepped back and the servant moved between her
legs and, bending over her on outstretched arms and knees began
fucking her slowly and deeply, his hips rising and falling, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock grinding in and out of
her cunt. Jayant zoomed in and took loving shots of his cock
squelching and pistoning in and out of her flesh, of her body
writhing and lurching and rocking under his servant's thrusts, her
hips heaving under his, her wobbling, her hands crushing
them in excitement. Faster and faster they went and Jayant moved
into loving close-ups of the huge penis plunging and pistoning in
and out of his cousin's visibly wet cunt. Her cries rang in his
ears.
"OHHHHHH uhhh OH ma uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH yes Oh yes baby
yes ... c'mon Ramu ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck me!"
she gasped thickly, her body jerking and rocking with his thrusts,
her swollen wobbling and jiggling furiously.
"Chul rundi, chul! C'mon whore! Take my cock, you fucking bitch!
Oh fuck yes! OHHHHH uhhh yeh oh fuck yeh oh that's good yeh ...
c'mon, slut ... take it! Take it all! Ahhhhhh uhhhh yes!" the
servant gasped, his face creased in joy, his head flung back, his
muscular body strained in every nerve.
Several minutes later, the servant slid out of her and, turning
her on her front, fucked her from behind, kneeling behind her and
running his cock rapidly in and out of her cunt. Anuja moaned and
gasped, her knees spread wide, her body jerking and rocking and
lurching to and fro under the servant's pounding thrusts, her
pendulous, heavy, the nipples nut-hard, the swollen mounds
jiggling, her gold necklace dancing. Jayant filmed in slow motion
from a front shot, showing her face radiant with lust, then moved
lower and took a breath-taking shot between their legs, showing
her rising, falling, slapping together, her necklace
tossing, her face spasming in joy as the man's huge penis appeared
and disappeared between the smooth curves of her buttocks.
On and on they went and Jayant filmed it steadily. It was timed to
perfection and the servant gasped and groaned and fucked her
faster still till he lost control. Groaning, he pulled out of her
and exploded, shooting from his cock-head and spattering her
buttocks and back and thighs. He squeezed his cock dry, whipping
against her buttocks and anus and and then entered her slit
again. Beneath him Anuja moaned and gasped as he fed his cock back
into her cunt. Jayant pressed the fade-out button just as the tape
began to run out.
__________
Jayant is raging with lust. He rips off his clothes and flings
himself at her. Anuja gasps softly, dreamily and moans as his cock
surges into her without further ado. She arches steeply under
him, whimpering her joy, moaning obscene encouragement as his cock
rocks in and out of her flesh. Jayant gasps, his body sticky with
the seed of his servants off her flesh and arches his head and
closes his eyes. His mind fills with the wonderful, erotic scenes
he has filmed over the weekend, those incredible scenes of his
lovely cousin fucking the servants, fucking them and fucking them
and fucking them.
Beneath him, Anuja's cries get sharper and higher and he groans,
thrusting greedily into her cunt, desperate for release, all else
forgotten, there is nothing and no one else now, just the two of
them, no one else, not the servants, not anyone, not even, not
even yet his fiancee, Vaishali, no, not her, her least of all, it
is a fear he would like now to forget, at least for now, for now.
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