KAVITA HAD LOST WEIGHT, but looked good, very good: the plumpness of soft city life had gone, leaving her trim and slender. The outdoors had darkened her skin noticeably. Her complexion glowed with good health from the fresh air of her village.

She smiled hugely when Abhay took her hand and pulled her onto his lap. He grinned at her in delight. She’d been away a month and he’d missed her.

“How are you?” he smiled.

“Very well, saheb,” she said almost shyly.

He chuckled. “Missed me?”

She blushed and ducked her head. He turned her face to his. She didn’t resist. Her body melted in familiarity and her face tilted up to his. He caressed her face with the back of his hand, stroked her glossy hair, drawn in a thick bun behind her head, held by a dark scrunchie band, gently slid his hand down to her slender waist. He felt the swell of her high, round breasts pressing against his chest.

“Yes,” she murmured at last, her breath warm on his face. “Yes I did. You and the others. I missed you all.”

“Then why do you go each year?”

Her large, kajal-rimmed eyes danced in her special mischief. “There are others, you know.”

“Back home?”

“Yes, back home.”

“How many?”

“Are you jealous, saheb?”

He laughed. “Not likely, given the guys you fuck here. Just curious.”

Kavita giggled, her lustrous eyes sparkling. She slid her fingers up his torso and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Abhay caressed her face gently, unhurriedly, enjoying looking at her. She had an earthy sensuality to her features. The gold chain around her necklace twinkled against her smooth, dusky flesh. She wore small gold ear-studs, a small stud in her left nostril. He tilted her face up to his again and her full, sensuous lips parted and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. He kissed her tenderly and deeply and her tongue slid up into his mouth in unfaked desire. She pulled his shirt open, running her hands over his magnificent torso. She had missed him so much.

Slowly, he flipped open the buttons of her kurta and slid his hand into it. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he knew she wouldn’t have panties on either. Her breasts were already swollen and turgid, the dark, stubby nipples stiff. She moaned deep in her throat and pressed closer, learning her head on his shoulder, arching an arm up around his head.

His hand stole up her thighs and they parted without hesitation. He could feel the damp warmth of her through her salvar. He tugged at the knot in the drawcord and it came away easily. She lifted her buttocks off his lap quickly, sliding the salvar off, kicking it away, flipping the kurta off her head. Her naked body was dusky and smooth. She turned in his arms again, kissing him hungrily. Her soft, full lips flowered under his, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Her breasts were warm and heavy on his chest. He cupped them gently and bent his head, took one heavy mound in his mouth and sucked it gently, yet insistently, flicking the stiff nipple with his tongue, scraping it against his teeth. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parting. He moved to the other breast. Kavita bit her lower lip. Her buttocks squirmed in his lap. He stroked her body, exploring its smooth curves, caressing her back and buttocks, making her tremble at his touch. When he pressed his fingers between her legs, she moaned aloud, burying her head in his broad shoulder. He slid his finger down between her damp cunt-lips and her legs jerked open; and, when he arched his finger into her cunt, she gasped loudly and arched her back and flung her head back, thrusting her hips upward. Her chest was thrust up and he clamped his lips on one succulent breast and sucked it sharply. Her head jerked to one side and she cried out softly.

He masturbated her for a while and then she slithered off his lap to her knees on the floor between his legs. Her face was soft with excitement and lust, her lips apart, her nostrils flared, eyes glassy. He caressed her face tenderly, smiling at her. She undid his belt and trousers, peeling them open, dragging them off.

His massive penis was still not fully erect. Yet, with an eight inch length and two inch thickness, it was larger than most men in full tumescence. Kavita moaned softly, taking it in her fingers, caressing it, running her fingers over its length, slowly and deftly beginning to jerk it. She rose and bent forward over his lap, her mouth opening as she drew back the foreskin. With a soft moan, she slipped her lips around the cock-head and took it in her mouth. Her full lips were soft and gentle on the shaft but her tongue possessed a wicked cunning that was part natural instinct and part experience. Abhay grunted his pleasure, caressing her head. His cock began to thicken and lengthen slowly in her mouth, distending her face. Kavita sucked it gently, taking it deep in her mouth, winding her tongue around the cock-head, pressing her tongue at the glans, releasing it to run her lips and teeth and tongue down the shaft, then up again, caressing her face and breasts with it. All the while her fingers worked it from the base, jerking it steadily. He pulled her head down to it and she whimpered as she took it in her mouth again. It was gargantuan now, fully twelve inches long, three inches thick, throbbing and pulsating slowly, steadily. Kavita knew from past experience how long he could last and how effortlessly. She didn’t care. She was happy, her head swimming with excitement and lust. She loved sucking cock and her master’s was the best of all she had known. She squeezed her breasts in her excitement, her head bobbing up and down over his lap, her head turning from side to side. He kept a hand on her head, moving it up and down to suit his pleasure.

“Mm ... that’s good ... yeh ... suck it, Kavita ... god, it’s been so long since I felt your mouth on my prick ... yes ... suck my cock ... c’mon, bitch ... do it ... choos, rundi ... jorse choos! Suck harder, whore, harder!”

Kavita knew he loved the rough talk. She didn’t mind it either. It made her feel wanted and desired and it excited her to know he wanted her. She moaned and took his cock deeper in her mouth, jerking the shaft in her fist. Abhay slouched low on the wide, deep sofa, his legs spread, his head tilted to one side, watching her, savouring the pleasure of her cock-sucking, moving her head up and down in his crotch.

When at last he pushed her head away, his cock was throbbing and pulsating, thick veins ridging its shaft. She slithered up over his body, rubbing herself sexily against him, dragging her wanton tongue over his hard belly and stiff nipples. Her body was supple and lithe, the result of both a childhood spent in a village without the softness of city life and the rigours of her daily household chores and he wasn’t surprised when she chose to straddle his lap in a low squat, balancing on her feet on either side of his hips with her knees spread wide. Her cunt hovered over his upright cock.

Abhay held her waist, savouring the earthy sensuality of her features: the full lips were parted, the eyes wide and bright with lust. She slid her hands up his deep, broad chest to his shoulders and pressed her open mouth to his. Her tongue slipped sexily in and out of his mouth. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue. Breaking the kiss, she reached between her legs, took his cock in one hand and moved it to her cunt-lips. Biting her lower lip, her head bowed, her belly sucking inward, she lowered her hips slowly. His cock-head popped into her cunt. She gasped softly, then bit her lower lip in tension and arched her head. Her slender body went taut. He was very, very big: no matter how often he fucked her, it was always thus.

Abhay let her take his time. He caressed her buttocks, fondled her swollen, out-thrust breasts, leaning forward to suck them gently. She whimpered. Her hips, still lifted high, writhed and trembled. Slowly, she moved them round, in a wide, descending circle, prolonging the exquisite pleasure. Her cunt sank lower and lower on his cock. With half of it inside her, she paused, shuddering, taking deep breaths, her head bowed, shoulders hunched, fingers tight on his bulging biceps. Abhay waited for a second. He thumbed her nipples and she groaned. Her head lifted slowly. Her mouth opened wider. Her breath was fast and shallow. He slid his hands down to her narrow waist, gripped her firmly and, without warning, jerked her body down while thrusting his hips smartly upward.

“OHUHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UHH OHHHHH!”

The shriek tore from Kavita’s throat. Her slender body went rigid with shock. Her head snapped back, neck arching, face contorting. It felt like a white-hot iron poker had been rammed into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed on his huge, throbbing, pulsating cock. She thought he would surely rip her in two, he was so big. Abhay held her still and slowly licked one of her dark, stiff nipples. His hands moved slowly, caressing her buttocks, teasing them open and probing her anus. She whimpered softly. He continued caressing her. He played her like a musical instrument, and her body sang with pleasure, quivering and shuddering.

Kavita looked at Abhay, her eyes glittering. He had an exceptional body and just looking at it turned her on. The chest was broad, deeply cleaved, his nipples small and dark, bent under the slabs of his pectorals. His belly was hard and flat. His hips were high and narrow, the waist small, the torso in a viciously slashing V from shoulder to hip. The arms were long and hugely muscular with broad forearms and bulging biceps. The torso was smooth and hairless, which she found intensely sexy. He had a gentle, intelligent, clean-shaven face with a slim, straight nose, a lean-lipped mouth and a rugged jaw. He smiled now at her and she smiled back, almost shyly. Her body had grown accustomed to his hugeness within her. She leaned forward, gently lapping and sucking his dark nipples.

Abhay let her have way and held very still. She dragged her tongue across his deep, solid chest, slowly working her way up his thick neck to his face and lips. Her mouth met his, gently working it, her tongue slipping between his lips, caressing them, fleeting away and returning. He closed his eyes and she pressed her mouth harder to his, kissing him more deeply, her tongue gliding into his mouth and doing battle with his own. Abhay slid his hands down to her buttocks, gently probing her anus. She groaned into his mouth. Her hips writhed on his lap and her cunt tightened on his cock. She straightened her body, lifted her head and began to move. She lifted her hips in a slow, wide circle, going higher and higher, moaning as her cunt slid off his thick, long cock-shaft. With just the cock-head inside her, she paused, bit her lower lip and then slowly sank her hips again, continuing the spiralling action. Lower and lower she went till she had him all inside her and a prolonged moan rattled from her throat, her long neck arched, her head flung back. Again she lifted her hips, again sank them, using that wonderful cork-screwing action that churned her cunt with his cock, made her clit mash over his thick cock-head and shaft. Abhay held perfectly still under her, savouring the delights of her hot, spasming cunt. Her thighs and buttocks flexed and unflexed as she found a rhythm and then he began moving with her, slowly thrusting his hips up and down, grinding them round and round in a direction opposed to hers.

“Ohh uhh Ohma uhh Oh saheb uhhh OHHHH!” the teenager whimpered, her dusky body smooth and shining in his arms. “Oh uhh hanh uhh ohma uh hanh uhh oh ma uhhh OHHHHH!”

The whorls of their hips tightened as they moved faster, their lust mounting and she began bucking on his lap, running her cunt up and down the length of his cock-shaft. He gripped her hips and moved her body over his. She clung to the top of the sofa’s backrest, her head flung back, her mouth open. The gold chain around her neck danced and slapped on her dusky skin. Her dangling earrings twinkled. Her breasts bounced with their motions and he leaned forward and sucked sharply on one, then the other, then the first again. She cried out, bucking faster and faster on his lap.

“Yeh! Take it! C’mon, Kavita! Take it! Chul, Kavita, chul! Ghe majhya lavdyala!” he said in Marathi. “Chul, rundi, chul! Ghe!”

Kavita thrilled at the rough language. The saheb made her feel like a slut from head to toe and she was willing to do his every bidding — just like a slut. His huge cock throbbed in her convulsing cunt.

“Oh saheb! Oh ma uhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhh OHHH ghya mala! Jorat chodha! Ohhh uhh ohma uhh ohh uhh OHHHH!” she cried, bucking feverishly up and down on his cock.

Sensing the imminence of her orgasm, Abhay suddenly jerked her down hard on his cock, making her gasp and cry out loudly, arching her back. He put his hands under her buttocks and smoothly levered himself off the sofa, his powerful muscles taking the strain effortlessly. Kavita gasped as his cock pierced her cock deeply. He got to his feet and she wrapped her legs taut around his buttocks, her arms around his huge shoulders. Panting, she buried her face in his shoulder. He turned his face and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard, and carried her across the hall. Every step made his cock probe and twist inside her cunt and she couldn’t contain the guttural moans.

He kicked open the bedroom door and, moving to the bed, gently eased her down on it on her back, her hips at the edge. Kavita groaned, her face alive with lust. His cock was deep inside her. She parted her legs wide, drawing her heels up to the edge of the bed. Abhay leaned over her on his outstretched arms and slowly sank his cock deep into her cunt. The teenager gasped and arched steeply under him, her mouth opening in a wide ‘O’ as he went in and in and in.

Abhay began fucking the teenage maidservant unhurriedly. She whimpered and moaned, writhing under him, her hips bucking up and down to meet his. His throbbing penis pistoned smoothly in and out of her cunt. She clung to him, her forearms along his, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of his biceps. Her legs split further as he thrust faster and deeper into her, her feet locking under his flexing buttocks.

“Ohhh uhh ohma uhh yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, saheb! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!” she gasped. “Chodha mala, saheb! Jorat chodha! Rundi sarkhi ghya mala!”

“C’mon whore! Take it!” he rasped. “Take my cock, Kavita, you whoring bitch! C’mon! Take it! Ghe! Ghe, rahnd, ghe! Ghe majhya lavdyala!”

Faster and faster he went, his muscles knotting and rippling smoothly under his taut skin. He was utterly relentless, taking her superbly and at length. Again she quivered as an orgasm opened its arms to her and again he denied her. He slid out of her quickly and she gasped, moaning in frustration and thrusting a finger into her cunt, masturbating in a frenzy. He slapped her hand away and, with a large hand on her slender hip, flipped her over on her front. The slender teenager whimpered, panting and gasping, moaning softly, lewdly. She lifted her buttocks, her knees on the edge of the bed, her body angled forward onto her forearms. Abhay stood behind her and slowly squeezed his cock between her buttocks into her cunt. He entered her smoothly and deeply and she moaned, lurching forward as he pierced her deeply.

“Ohh uhh ohma uhh oh saheb, oh ma!” she groaned. “Take me! Please, saheb! Hurry! Take me hard! I want you!”

He began fucking her quickly and deeply, holding her slim waist and rocking his hips to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock appearing and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks, pistoning smoothly in and out of flesh. Her body rocked and swung under his. Her cunt convulsed on his penis, hot and tight and wet and he grunted his pleasure and moved faster. She moaned, her fingers scrunching the bedsheets, her body flaming with lust in every pore. The saheb’s cock felt incredible in her tight cunt, filling it and stretching it, piercing deeply. His hands were everywhere, on her buttocks, fingering her anus, sliding up her sides to cup her swollen, pendulous breasts.

For a second, Abhay considered summoning Santosh, one of his male servants — and her fiancé. Santosh knew that she slept with the saheb and other men in the house and while he, too, had his share of the women, including the memsahib, he didn’t like the idea of his fiancée being such a whore. It was a conflict he couldn’t explain or resolve, but his distress was always apparent and it delighted the other men to play on it.

He remembered the time Santosh walked into a room and found Kavita fucking frenziedly with Ashok, another of the servants, a lean, gangling youth whom everyone, including Abhay’s wife, Madhu, was genuinely fond of. He had a peculiar, loping, somewhat loopy manner — till he got going in bed. Then there was nothing unsure or maladroit about him. He knew exactly what to do and he did it exceedingly well. That afternoon, he was fucking Kavita demonically and she was loving every second of it. Santosh saw them and Ashok saw him see them and he didn’t stop for a second. He just went on. If anything, he cranked it up a notch and started taunting Santosh, asking Kavita how it felt, to say how good he, Ashok, was and so on. Santosh’s face had been a sight, a devastating, confused amalgam of arousal, disbelief, incredulity, horror and excitement. He didn’t know what to do. It didn’t help matters that Abhay and several servants, men and women, were watching.

Fortunately, Madhu, the memsahib, defused the situation by the simple expedient of going up to Santosh and, without a word, dropping to her knees and giving him the blowjob of his life. It was still a story everyone relished and Santosh hated.

Abhay knew he could make him come in and watch, or even participate, fuck her mouth maybe, but he’d hate every minute of it. That was positively delicious, made the more piquant by the fact that Kavita didn’t seem to mind at all. It was the classic Indian male chauvinist thing and Abhay was determined to knock it out of Santosh’s system. But not this time. Today, he would enjoy her for himself. He would take her again and again till he had exhausted her. It had been too long.

Much later, Kavita woke from a deep and refreshing sleep to the touch of her saheb’s tongue on her nipple. She murmured softly, stirring. Her nipples quickened at his gentle touch. Her eyes fluttered open. He was on his side beside her as she lay on her back. He cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. She gave him a shy smile and ducked her head. He laughed softly.

“Can I interest you in more?” he murmured, running his tongue over her lips.

Kavita threw her arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply and slowly, lingering with his tongue between her lips. Slowly, she pressed against him, turning him on his back on the bed and moved over him. He smiled and sighed in pleasure. Her head slipped down, her lips fluttering over his chest and nipples, going lower, down over his hard belly to his crotch. Her hair tumbled over a slender shoulder, brushing his crotch, a tantalisingly delicate touch. Her face was soft and gentle between his thighs. His massive cock was still limp and he grunted softly as she took it in her hand and began to masturbate him deftly. He stirred and began to rise and he lifted his head and looked down at her. She smiled gently up at him and, opening her mouth, drawing back his foreskin, coiled her tongue lovingly around the thick bulge of his cock-head. He waited; she licked his cock again and slowly took his cock-head into her mouth.

II

KAVITA MOANED SOFTLY, arching her back, her slim fingers encircling the swollen mounds of her breasts and lifting and squeezing them. Her face tilted back; her long neck arched; her full-lipped mouth opened wide. The gold chain around her neck twinkled on her dusky skin. Leaning forward, Abhay lapped lazily at one stiff nipple, then the other. The maid groaned, shuddered. Her hips rose and her cunt-lips, wet with her juices, opened readily as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her. Her hands went down to his hard, flat belly, slid up to his broad chest. Her legs forked wider open, her heels curling over the backs of his knees. Abhay smiled down at her and, holding her face in his hands, kissed her slowly and deeply, his tongue slipping sexily in and out of her mouth. Her breasts were hot and heavy under his chest. Her fingers caressed his strong, V-shaped back, slid down to his taut buttocks. She kissed him, swept her tongue through his ear. Her slender body trembled and shuddered in his arms.

Abhay slid his arms under her back and held her down. He began fucking her slowly and deeply, savouring the taut convulsions of her cunt on his cock. His hips rose and fell in a steady, unhurried rhythm. His cock slid steeply in and out of her cunt. The teenager groaned loudly, her back arching and falling, her hips undulating under his thrusts. Bending his head, he sucked sharply on her breasts, whipping her long, dark nipples with his tongue, scraping them across his teeth. She moaned, her head turning to one side.

“OHHH! Ohmauhh OHHHH uh oh ... saheb! Oh ma uhhh OHHH uhh ohma uhh OHHH!” she gasped.

Even in deepest passion, she never called him by his first name. He was always her saheb. Abhay thought that endearing. It made him want her more. He kissed her again, steadily quickening his rhythm.

“C’mon,” he grunted. “C’mon, Kavita! Take it! Ghe majhya lavdyala! Chul, rundi, chul! C’mon, whore! Take it!”

It was curious, this: her extreme decorum in speech contrasted by the crude violence of his tongue. Each loved the other’s manner. Kavita whimpered in excitement. Her slender, dusky body thrashed frantically on the bed. Her back arched to breaking, steep and stiff, then crashed back, bowed again. Her breasts, swollen, dark aureoles puckered, long nipples quivering stiff, bounced and jiggled wildly. Her gold necklace tossed and slapped on her flesh. Her head whipped in a frenzy back and forth and up and down and from side to side. Her hips bucked feverishly up and down. Her mouth was torn open and her staccato cries, loud, high, shrill, filled the room.

Bent over her, his muscles rippling smoothly, Abhay drove his cock mercilessly in and out of the teenager’s cunt, his hips rising and falling, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully. His massive cock glistened as it stroked deeply in and out of her flesh.

They shared an intimacy that went beyond sex. She knew every bit of his personal life and habits: his colognes, the contents of his wardrobe closets, where he kept his clothes and personal effects, how he liked them arranged. She mended his shirts and trousers, had them laundered and pressed, put them back in place. The familiarity added depth to their sex life: it was less impersonal, more relaxed and friendly, with genuine concern. With him, and only him, she was unconcerned about showing her body.

She had come into the room fifteen minutes earlier to make the bed. It was a lovely evening, cool and breezy with a glowing sky. Abhay was at his computer, working. He paused and looked up at her as she went quietly about her business. Her slender body moved with an easy grace that he found alluring. She was dressed in a translucent lemon-yellow kurta and matching salvar. Under it, he could see the line of her small white panties and the straps of her slim white bra. Her dark, thick hair was drawn back and neatly coiled, held by a dark scrunchie band. Her feet bare. He could see her silver anklets and toe-rings. She wore two gold earrings in each ear, the lower one in her lobe long and dangling, the other a small stud that matched the one in her left nostril. A thin gold chain — a gift from him — was around her neck.

He looked up quietly. On the far side of the bed, she bent forward from the waist, plumping his pillows and tugging the sheets to military crispness. The lapels of her kurta swung low under her dangling necklace.

Abhay smiled to himself as he looked down her cleavage. Her bra was small and thin, sheer material that barely covered her nipples. Her breasts swelled in the not-quite cups. She finished, humming to herself, and came quickly around the bed and did the other side. Now she was with her back to him. Abhay noticed the dark birth mark high on her left shoulder, just below the nape of her neck, where the kurta dipped under nape of her neck. When she bent over he could see the line of her panties; they, too, were small and short.

He got up silently and went up behind her and quickly grabbed her, putting his arms around her, his hands on her breasts, his crotch pressing to the cleft between her buttocks. She giggled, stayed as she was, bent over and looked up and back at him over one slender shoulder.

“I thought you’d never ask, sahib,” she said softly. “I was hoping, though.”

He grinned and she straightened and turned in his arms, her dark, kajal-rimmed eyes dancing with anticipation and pleasure. There was a little scar under her chin and he touched it with a fingertip, as he always did. It was almost a ritual now in their mating game. He smiled tenderly at her and drew her closer. Her face was very close to his. Her breath was warm on his face. Her lips parted slowly. Her teeth were white, large, even, the lips full. His tongue slid out and slowly raked between her lips, under her lower lip, gently slipping into her eager mouth. She pressed to him and he slid his hands under her kurta, tugged at the drawcord of her salvar. It slithered to her ankles and he hooked his thumbs in her panties and rolled them down her small, firm buttocks. She trembled when he squeezed her buttocks and her legs shuffled apart. She kicked the salvar away. He pulled the kurta up off her head and deftly undid her bra. Her breasts bounced out, small, firm, high, delectable, the dark aureoles already puckered, the nipples quivering stiff.

He began to bend his head to her breasts but she stopped him, pushing him back.

“No, saheb. I want to suck your cock first,” she said.

He let her have her way. She quickly opened his shirt and undid his trousers. They puddled to his feet and she slipped to her knees before him. His cock was thick, still limp, in his taut jock-strap. She groaned, nuzzling it hungrily through the cloth, opening her mouth and letting him feel the warmth of her breath on his cock-head. He grunted softly. Her face was soft between his thighs. He waited, looking down at her. She moved a hand up his thighs to his belly, still nuzzling his crotch with her face, and slowly drew down his jock-strap. His huge cock bobbed at her face. She moaned loudly, her eyes glittering, nostrils flared, lips parted. Her fingers curled around the thick mass and she jerked it eagerly, deftly flipping back the foreskin.

“C’mon, Kavita! Suck it!” he grunted suddenly and, gripping her head, pressed his cock to her lips.

She groaned loudly when he pushed his cock into her mouth. He gasped softly as she began to suck it with a slow, insistent pressure, working his cock-head with her tongue. His cock thickened and lengthened steadily, filling her mouth and distending her face. She whimpered thickly, sucking and jerking his cock, dragging her tongue over it, looking up in excited adoration as she coiled her tongue cunningly over the bulging cock-head. He gripped her head in both hands and pulled her face deeper into his crotch, flinging his head back and immersing himself in the magic of her mouth.

Several minutes later they were on the freshly made bed, and Abhay arched his head and drove his tongue deep into her wet cunt. Straddling his face and bent forward over his body, her swollen breasts brushing his belly and crotch, Kavita moaned, her face over his crotch. He grunted as the moist warmth of her mouth enveloped him again. He spread her buttocks open and drew his tongue up to her anus, swirling it over the puckered flesh. She whimpered, sucking harder on his cock. Slowly, they rocked together in a deeply intimate sixty-nine.

He was determined to pleasure her before he entered her. He rolled her off him slowly and turned around, drawing her closer, kissing her tenderly, caressing her, arousing her with every feather-light touch of his fingers in her lips, her butt, her breasts, her slit. She trembled and gasped, kissing him hungrily, jerking his cock. Gently, he rolled her on her back and dragged his tongue down her body to her breasts, sucking and toying with them, making her groan and gasp, before going lower to her crotch. Kavita bit her lower lip and spread her legs wide. She loved it when he licked her slit — no one did it quite as well as he. She gasped and arched as his tongue slid slowly along her cunt-lips, gently exploring the fleshy moistness of her slit. He prised her cunt-lips open and she groaned, arching her head, then falling back, crushing her breasts in rising excitement as he worked her cunt relentlessly with his lips and teeth and tongue. Her love-calls grew louder and sharper. Her body writhed on the bed, her hips heaving and undulating, her head rising and falling, a mask of desire.

She was almost sobbing with lust when he stopped and moved up over her body. Her legs spread wide in wanton invitation for his cock. He took it one hand and slowly squeezed it into her cunt. Kavita arched and cried out, the breath rattling in her throat, her head going back, her neck arching. His cock was enormous, filling and stretching her, rock-hard and searing hot as it crushed her clit in its unstoppable inward passage. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his cock. She gasped and moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his thick biceps, her hips rising to meet his.

He fucked her slowly, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. She trembled and writhed under him, moaning and whimpering, her hips jerking up and down till he forced her to a steadier rhythm.

Now, after several minutes of furious fucking, he slowed again, taking her gently with long, slow, deep thrusts. She groaned, falling back on the bed she had just made for him. They kissed gently and long, caressing each other like lovers.

“Are you going to marry Santosh then?” Abhay asked suddenly.

“No,” Kavita giggled softly, her naked body rocking back and forth under his thrusts.

“But you’re still seeing him. Sleeping with hm?”

“Yes. Couple of times a week at least.”

“When are you seeing him next?”

“Tomorrow, actually.”

“Tomorrow night you’ll be with Santosh.”

“And thinking of you. And your cock and the way you fuck me.”

“Why aren’t you marrying him then?”

“Because I don’t love him, though he loves me, and I love you and you don’t love me.” She looked up at her sahib, her eyes twinkling, her full lips pursed in that half-smile he loved so much. “And I love only you. And always will.” She caressed Abhay’s broad shoulders and deep chest tenderly, tracing the contours of his powerful pectorals and hard belly. Her hips undulated deftly under his. Her slender legs were spread wide, the feet hooked behind his knees.

“You’re crazy and wonderful,” Abhay murmured, bending his head and kissing her gently.

She slid an arm around his neck, returning his kiss, her tongue probing in his mouth. He moved his hips up and slowly ground them down deep into her cunt again. She was hot and wet and very tight and he felt her body shudder with his thrust, heard the deep-throated groan, muffled only by their kiss.

Abhay gripped her shoulders and, smoothly, effortlessly, rolled over onto his back, taking her astride him. She gasped as his cock churned her cunt with the motion. Kneeling astride him, she arched her head, her eyes closed, lips parted. Abhay thought she looked lovely, with her hair slicked back and tied in a tidy bun high on the nape of her neck, held by a thick dark scrunch band. With his cock deep in her cunt, she rocked her hips back and forth slowly, mashing her cunt with his penis. She leaned forward, her palms on his broad, deep chest. He slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, flicking her hard nipples with his thumbs. The teenager shuddered in pleasure. She looked down and smiled gently at her sahib, her dark eyes bright with lust.

“I could never get enough of you, sahib,” she said softly. “I’ll never leave you. Never.”

She bent over him and kissed him deeply. He caressed her smooth, slender, beautifully curved back, caressing her buttocks. Her hips writhed on his crotch.

“But you will leave,” he said softly. “No later than tomorrow, in fact.”

She shook her head. “No, that’s not true. After the marriage I’m coming back here. If you will allow me to.”

“Of course I will. I’d be mad not to. But aren’t you going to live together?”

“No. We both have to work and neither of us wants to quit. I definitely don’t.” She giggled, and quickly swung her hips around in a tight churning circle. “And of course neither does he.”

He grinned. “Now that I can believe.”

Santosh, Kavita’s lover, was a part-time servant in another neighbourhood. He was also frequently called in to service Abhay’s wife, the memsahib of this house, Madhu. She said he was a strong and adept lover and satisfyingly well-hung. Given her experience, that was saying a lot. He thought of them together and smiled to himself. It had been quite a performance, not a week ago. He’d walked in to the bedroom and found the servant fucking his wife. That wasn’t surprising in itself. She did that incessantly, and it never failed to please him to watch her thus. Madhu was on her forearms and knees on the bed, moaning softly and thickly, her body rocking back and forth. Her swollen breasts hung pendulous, like succulent fruit. Her gold necklace swung to and fro. The twenty-year old servant, dark-skinned, lean, strong, knelt behind her, gripping her hips and driving his cock deeply in and out of her cunt. She groaned and twisted on one arm, stretching the other behind him, her fingertips pressed to his hard belly. They’d evidently been at it some time: the servant’s body was slick with sweat, rivulets coursing down his strong, V-shaped torso and back and sturdy thighs.

“C’mon, bitch!” the servant said, slapping her buttocks hard like some common whore. “C’mon you whoring bitch! Take my cock! Chul, rundi! Lele mere lavde ko!”

Before him, Madhu whimpered her pleasure, gasping, moaning, jerking to and fro, her head rising and falling, turning to one side, her body sinking, rising.

Abhay looked up at his teenage maidservant and smiled. Craning his neck, he sucked gently on her swollen breasts. She murmured softly, caressing his head, her fingers twined in his thick, dark hair. Her cunt tightened slowly on his penis. He fell back and began to move his hips under her, and she caught his rhythm immediately. Leaning forward, her head bent, eyes half-closed in pleasure, she rocked up and down and back and forth on his lap, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his gorged penis.

“C’mon ... take it, Kavita, take it!” he grunted softly, holding her hips and moving her slender, light body up and down on his lap.

She pressed her tongue to her upper lip, her moans low and from deep in her throat. His hands slid up to her bouncing, swollen breasts. Her gold necklace tossed and slapped on her dusky skin. He gripped her buttocks, prising them open, fingering her anus and she gasped, writhing ecstatically on his cock.

“Ohhh uhh oHma uhh ahhh uhh hanh sahib ohh ... ohma uh ... ohma uhh hanh uh OHHHH!” she called.

He increased the tempo and her cries grew sharper and higher as his huge cock rocked up hard into her tight wet cunt, stretching and filling it, his thrusts tossing her up and down, her own rocking motions becoming increasingly feverish. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and he squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples.

With another quick heave of his hips, Abhay pushed the teenager off his lap. She needed no instruction; without a word she got on her forearms and knees on the bed, legs spread, her buttocks thrust up and back at him. Abhay straddled her hips in a deep, low squat and, taking his cock in his hand, slowly squeezed it deep into the maidservant’s tight slit. She cried out, rocking forward under his lunge, her head lifting and face contorting. Abhay began fucking her with long, slow, piercing thrusts, his huge penis glistening as it stroked powerfully in and out of her flesh.

At the door, watching them, Santosh couldn’t suppress a stab of envy. The man was incredible. His body was to die for, and it was small wonder that the women went for him as they did. He looked at Kavita, saw the waves of pleasure creasing her pretty face, the way she called out to him, tucking a hand under her body to squeeze her breasts frantically, begging for more. Abhay didn’t alter his metronomic rhythm. Santosh grinned. It was going to be a long, hot and tiring afternoon for Kavita. The sahib was in fine form.

III

SHE FLUNG HERSELF AT HIM, MOANING AND GASPING. He laughed softly, not resisting. She groaned, writhing her naked body feverishly against his, her nostrils flared, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed. He was on his back on the bed, grinning in delight. She was over him on her hands and knees, her long dark hair tumbling over one shoulder, rubbing her swollen breasts against his belly and chest, kissing and licking his body, sucking on his nipples, whimpering and groaning incessantly.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t get enough action back in the village this time?” he chuckled.

“Nothing like this,” she muttered, tossing her hair over his belly, dragging her tongue down it, moving her face to his crotch. “Nothing like this at all.” She kissed his erection, licked it, caressed her face with it. He let her have her way, enjoying the sensations and the sight, the glassy eyes, the flared nostrils, the full lips parted, and her breath warm on his bulging cock-head. With a loud moan of relief, she took his cock in her mouth, sucking it, licking, taking it deep into her mouth and then constricting her throat on it with tender desire. He groaned, relishing the spreading warmth in his loins. He craned his neck to watch her, one fist curled around his cock, jerking and twisting it gently, her head moving up and down and from side to side, her lips and tongue working their magic. In the big mirror at the foot of the bed he saw that she had moved a hand under her body and between her legs and curled her middle finger into her cunt. The sight aroused him intensely.

“Yeh! That’s good ... suck hard, bitch!” he grunted. “Suck hard! And fuck yourself good ... yeh ... that’s it ... fuck your cunt bitch ... c’mon! Suck me! Choos mujhe, kutti! Jorse choos!”

He sensed her hunger, her need for his flesh inside her and stopped her and told her to mount him. She moaned in joy, and moved up over his hips. She was extremely supple and lithe, her slenderness making her that much more flexible. She took what he come to call the coconut-grater position, a difficult but intense posture. She used it in the kitchen, when grating coconut. The grater was a wooden board, five inches wide, about a foot long. It was inclined with a wedge under one end, and that end had a long metal neck that curved upward. The neck was topped with a round flat serrated metal piece. The idea was to squat on the board with your heels pressed to the flat end of the board and positioned under your upper thighs, just below your buttocks so that your torso and thighs made an acute vee and your thighs and calves made another, reversed, inverted vee. You then held the coconut with both hands over the top metal disk and scraped it to and fro. He’d always thought it sexy, and obviously, she agreed.

It was terrific. Her heels pressed against his thighs. Her buttocks were on the backs of her heels. Her knees were drawn up high, her thighs along her torso, her knees just under her shoulders. Her cunt was deeply impaled on his cock. She leaned forward, groaning, and, with her fingers spread on his deep chest, her shoulders hunched, began to rock her body back and forth and up and down, dragging her cunt up and down the length of his massive cock, moving rapidly. The gold chain around her neck danced. Her long gold earrings tossed. She cried out loudly, feverishly, her cunt going into erotic spasms on his cock, her head flung back. Someone behind her would have seen her buttocks, tightly stretched and splayed open, bouncing up and down on his thighs, his cock appearing and disappearing up into her body as she moved over him. He kept quite still, letting her do the work and smiled to himself, if I taped a grater on my chest, she could cook and fuck at the same time.

“OHHHH! Ohma uhh OHHHH! Ohhh uh hanh sahib hanh ... ohhhh uhh OHH chodha mala! Ghya mala!” she cried in Marathi.

He pushed a hand under her stretched arms and squeezed her swollen breasts, making her groan and grind down harder and, slowly heaving his hips upward, drawing a shuddering gasp, thought of the first time they’d had sex.

IV

SHE WAS A VIRGIN, THEN, AT SEVENTEEN, but she took to it immediately, instinctively. It required very little seduction. He had sensed her nature and the depth of her lust and the stimulus he chose was brief, but highly intense. They were alone in the house, just he and her, Madhu away for the weekend at their weekend getaway place. He stayed behind especially for this, reluctantly foregoing the intense, almost painful, pleasure of watching his wife fornicating with a pair of muscular and heavily endowed servant stallions.

He knew, already, that the maid was attracted to him. They’d shared little flirtations over the past few months. He watched her as she went about her chores and she invariably turned and caught his eye and a small smile tugged at her full lips. She started wearing better clothes, cut closer to her figure with more deeply scooped necks and backs. When she bent over, he could see the swell of her breasts through the neck. He let his eyes linger on the curve of her shoulders, noting with pleasure the way the dress stood off the flesh of her back at her spine, pushed outward by the smooth curves of her shoulders, the way they rippled under the taut skin when she lifted a bucket or a bag. Occasionally, his hand brushed hers, or touched her bare shoulder or the small of her back and while he felt her shiver at his touch, she never drew away. Over time, the physical contacts and touches grew bolder and more assured, lasted longer. Once, briefly, her fingers curled gently into his. On another afternoon, as she stood at the fridge, he made to squeeze past her and his groin pressed to her buttocks and he held her arms for a lingering moment, feeling her squirm against him, before he moved away. Finally it was time.

All evening his eyes followed her. She went to the balcony to water the plants and the light filtered through the long diaphanous kurta of pale yellow she wore. He could make out her slender frame and the swell of her breasts under her small and tight white bra, the line of her sexily small panties, worn low. When she bent over the pots, the kurta caught in the cleft between her firm buttocks and he struggled to contain himself, wanting more than anything else right then to take her, to plunge his heat into her wetness.

She served him dinner, quietly and gently and he noticed her shapely feet and well-kept fingernails, lightly varnished, the slimness of her wrists, the gentle lilt to her walk. She was always impeccably neat and clean, her hair tidily combed and gathered today in a bun at the nape of her neck held by a simple white twist of cotton. Her cheap gold necklace twinkled in the subdued lighting. He noticed, for the first time, that she wore two gold earrings in each ear; he’d missed the little studs before, had only seen the long dangling ones. Her nose stud was small and unpretentious.

When he was done, she cleared the table quickly and sat down to her own meal. He left her alone till he heard her washing up in the kitchen and then called to her. She came out, wiping her hands and he asked her if she’d like to watch a movie. She half-blushed, smiled hesitantly and he thought how attractive and sexy she really was despite her want of classical good looks. He smiled at her and said fine, come and sit her.

It was all seemingly innocuous and innocent. But she chose to sit on the floor close by him, not, as she would ordinarily have done, at a distance. His knee was at her shoulder. She sat with her legs crossed, leaning forward. Abhay wanted to reach out and caress the back of her neck. Not yet, he said to himself. Patience.

The film he’d chosen was, at first, one of the newer pot-boiler offerings from Bombay’s movie industry. It featured a galaxy of the day’s hottest stars. For the first forty minutes or so, it ran through its raucous, enervating and totally illogical script and Kavita seemed to be enjoying it, laughing and giggling, gasping at the contrived shocks.

And then it became really interesting. This version was specially cut. After the censors had done with the script, a slew of scenes were introduced. Not just off-takes. This was wholly fresh material, stuff that would never be screened in a theatre. It was pure and simple porn. This one was extremely well done, and the print’s price, Abhay felt, was justified.

Almost imperceptibly, the added material crept into a prolonged love making scene. The heroine was caught in a storm and sheltered in a conveniently empty log hut with a roaring fire in the fireplace. The actress was shown stumbling in and shaking her wet hair free. Her flimsy clothes clung to her stunningly curved body. Suddenly, a door in the room was flung open and a dark youth entered the frame, clad only in jeans. The actress shrieked and backed away. The man — not a hero, yet, but with aspirations, evident from his incredibly well-sculpted physique and good looks — placated her, assuring her of his decency and purity. She snapped back at him and he retorted, then tossed her a thick towel and offered her the use of the inner room. Hesitantly, the actress accepted. While she changed, the actor stoked the fire. She came back with her hair in a towel and wearing a large shirt, obviously his, and nothing else. It reached just below her buttocks. Her legs were long and slender. The music grew erotic. The actor rose to his feet and turned towards her. She held his eyes and the closed on each other.

In the theatres, the camera would now do a silly pan away to the wall. Here, instead, it lingered, and Abhay sensed Kavita tensing beside him. He looked at her sidelong. She was biting her lower lip, staring at the screen. The shot was in tight close up, the two bodies closing. Their faces filled the screen. The man pressed his lips to the nape of the girl’s exquisitely long neck. She arched her head. Her lips parted. Her eyes fluttered shut. The man moved his lips up to her face. Instead of cutting away, the camera stayed on and the man’s lips actually met hers, something still taboo in Indian films. Even more astonishingly, the girl didn’t turn her head, but responded. Their lips parted and the kiss deepened. The girl was sexy, beautiful, with a lovely figure and the face of an angel, every man’s wettest dream. Now she played the quintessential harlot. The man tugged the towel off her head and her dark hair cascaded down her back. Slowly, he began undoing the buttons on the shirt she wore, opening it out. The camera lingered at her bare midriff. He slid the shirt off her shoulders. The camera slid slowly up her now nude torso. Her breasts, full and ripe, tipped with long and visibly hard nipples, filled the screen. The man’s hands cupped them. Her soft moan came over the throbbing music. Her own hands moved down the ridges of his torso to his jeans. The camera closed in, showed her opening it, peeling it open, her hands moving between his legs, still hidden by the curve of his hip. A quick cut to her face and its expression of surprise and excitement, and the camera began to slide down again, down his body now, descending with tense control. It hesitated further as it reached his belly and then slid with tantalising slowness around his hip.

Abhay looked at Kavita. She was breathing hard, and one of her hands was under her breast, the tips of her first two fingers curled towards her nipple. Still he waited.

The camera moved lower and around and now the man’s penis, huge, hard, erect, was clearly visible in the woman’s slender fingers. Kavita’s jaw dropped and she clapped her hand to her mouth. But, Abhay noticed, she didn’t turn away.

Abhay let it run for a good fifteen minutes longer. In that time, the actress was shown sliding down to her knees, kissing and licking the man’s body, nuzzling his crotch and slowly taking it in her mouth and sucking it. Kavita watched her, mesmerized. The shot showed him fucking her mouth, rocking her head back and forth, his head flung back, showed her excitement as she caressed and squeezed her breasts. They broke apart and she went down on the floor by the fire, spreading her legs and the actor bent over her and began sucking on her breasts, slowly sliding down to her crotch. The camera closed in to show his tongue roaming in her visibly wet slit. At last he rose, kneeling between her legs, and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt. She groaned, arching steeply under him, clenching his arms. His hips began moving up and down and the camera caught loving shots of his bloated penis sawing in and out of her cunt, her hips heaving and writhing under his. Their cries overlaid the soundtrack.

It was time. Gently, he slid his hand across the sofa to the back of her neck. The maid started and then suddenly relaxed and he felt a rush of excitement. He noticed the dark beauty spot on her left shoulder, the smoothness of her dusky skin. He moved his hand around to her face. She shivered and, turning her face, moaned softly and pressed her lips to his fingers. He caressed them gently, and they parted and he knew she was ready. He slid off the sofa to the floor beside her and she turned and buried her face in his shoulder. Gently, he tilted her face up to his and his hand stole up to cup one turgid breast.

For the rest of that evening and long into the night, Abhay made slow and deeply passionate love to the maid. He savoured the moments: that first, fleeting kiss, followed by the quick return and the hungry press of her mouth to his; that slightly shocked, hesitant touch of his cock in her fingers, and then the swift learning as she took it firmly in her fingers; the tentative touch of her lips and tongue to his cock and then the irresistible opening of her mouth and the engulfing of his heat. He aroused her with deliberate care till she was sobbing with excitement, her cunt streaming wet, her body writhing and trembling uncontrollably. She had no words, then, to express how she felt, knew only that she wanted this more than anything else in the world. She had never imagined how wonderful it would feel to have a man’s tongue and lips and teeth on her breasts, fondling her nipples. This his finger slid into her slit and she whimpered, her legs jerking open in instinctive welcome, her hips jerking. Smiling, he kissed her, sucked her breasts and then slid down quickly to press his tongue into her cunt, and she cried out in shocked delight, her fingers twining in his hair. When he first entered her, she gasped and cried out, arching her body steeply under his, her fingers scrabbling in tension as his thick biceps, but there was no pain and he was infinitely gentle, knowing how easily she would bruise with the hugeness of him inside her, and her hips rose eagerly and her cunt convulsed on his invading penis.

She denied him nothing, baulked at nothing. She was eager to learn, even more to please and she smiled radiantly when he said how good she was. Dirty talk aroused her and he grew more obscene and explicit and she joined in.

She had quite forgotten the movie, but he looked up occasionally, in mid-thrust, enjoying it, and then, turned the maid over and took her from behind so she could watch, too. The sight aroused her further and she voiced her feelings in her newly discovered vocabulary, begging him to fuck her.

On screen, the would-be actor, still little more than an extra, incredibly fortunate to have this opportunity with a superstar, gave it everything he had. He couldn’t act to save his life, but he was evidently an exceptionally gifted lover. The actress was whimpering and moaning, her body sheathed in sweat, as he went on and on and on. He took her from the rear, and she reached under her legs for his thick black cock. He ground his massive penis deep into her cunt, standing behind her, leaning forward to squeeze her breasts and then, steepled his fingers in the small of her back and began fucking her fast, rocking her body to and fro. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with his thrusts. The camera panned to her lust-ridden face, her lips parted, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, and then cut to close-ups of his glistening cock appearing and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks. Arching her head, groaning, she twisted her body as he fucked her faster, pressing a splayed hand desperately at the man’s hips. Over the soundtrack, he grunted, rocking his hips to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.

Watching them, riding Abhay’s cock, her back to him, Kavita groaned, fondling her breasts wantonly. Abhay pulled her body back down on his, squeezing her breasts, turning her face so he could kiss her. She writhed on his lap and now her tongue actively sought his, her mouth wide, erotic. He felt her slender finger at her cunt, caressing his cock and her cunt-lips as she writhed backwards on his lap. The love-making was tender and intense. This was how the first time should always be, he thought to himself. Lovemaking, not fucking. That would come later.

Kavita’s hot, tight cunt convulsed on his cock and her slender body shook and trembled as his thrusts grew deeper and more demanding. She cried out loudly, her face twisting in lust as he ploughed into her flesh. He felt her orgasming, possibly for the third or fourth time, but still he wanted more, and held back and, turning her on her back, entered her again, smoothly and deeply, bending her body to his.

After that day, they had sex — and now it was fucking — two or three times a week. Kavita learned quickly, and she was always ready to experiment, never denied him. Sitting at the table one day, his foot stretched out on a chair opposite, he watched her as she worked around the table, clearing dishes. She came to where his foot was and, accidentally, his bare foot pressed against her thigh. He looked up quickly from the book he was reading and caught her smile. He grinned and moved his foot, pressing it firmly to her crotch under her kurta, through her thin salvar. She was naked under it. She bit her lower lip, ducking her head to avoid Madhu’s amused look. Abhay chuckled and pressed his toe between her cunt-lips. Kavita stifled a gasp, her nostrils flaring. She set the crockery down unsteadily, gripped the edge of the table. Slowly, he rubbed his foot up and down in her crotch. The girl shuddered, her hips twitching.

“Oh for God’s sake,” his wife said. “Just fuck her will you?”

Abhay grinned. Still moving his foot in Kavita’s crotch, he leaned back in his chair and opened his trousers. His cock sprang out, huge even in its flaccidity, bigger than most men’s erections.

“C’mere, slut,” he said. “Show your memsahib how you suck your saheb’s cock!”

With a muffled sob, Kavita flung herself to her knees before him, jerking his cock in her fingers, caressing her face with it, moaning and whimpering, her lips parted, her tongue lapping at the thick cock-head. He caressed her face tenderly. Today her hair was in a thick, waist-length braid. He twined his fingers in it and pulled her head into his crotch, grunting in pleasure as she took him in her mouth. He looked up. His wife had already summoned one of the male servants. Sitting at the table, she turned her face and, undoing the young man’s fly, began sucking his cock quickly. The youth groaned, a hand on his memsahib’s head, moving it to and fro, his hips pumping. He moved his hand down into the deep neck of her kurta and squeezed her breasts. Cupping his balls, she sucked him till he was rock-hard.

“Go on,” she said, pushing him away suddenly. “Go fuck her. With the saheb. Go.”

The servant and Abhay grinned. Trust her to come up with something like that. On her knees before him, Kavita gasped in surprise when she felt the second man behind her. She was no stranger to group sex now, but hadn’t expected it. She got to her feet without pausing in her sucking of Abhay’s cock and, spreading her legs, thrust her buttocks back at the servant. He grinned and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt. Holding her hips, he began fucking her with slow, deep thrusts.

Madhu sighed and got up from the table and headed to the bedroom. In the hall outside the dining room, she called for another one of the servants. They headed for the bedroom together. Abhay watched them go and grinned. Within minutes, he knew, they would be fucking like rabbits and she would suck him dry. He didn’t want to miss it. He pushed Kavita’s head away.

“C’mon guys, let’s go in, too. All of us together. One big happy family. A household thing.”

In the bedroom, Madhu and the servant were already at it. Hari was a handsome, superbly built youth with a large penis. In bed, he was a powerful and demanding lover, with great stamina and considerable skill. At the door, Abhay paused to admire the man’s physique. His assessment was knowledgeable, that of a man who himself had a good body and knew enough about body sculpture to appreciate it in another. Hari’s shoulders were broad, his chest wide and deeply cleaved. The belly was hard and flat with pronounced slabs of muscle. The torso was hairless.

He knelt upright now between Abhay’s wife’s splayed legs, his heels under his buttocks, his thighs spread wide. He held Madhu’s legs high and wide, his hands gripping her ankles. His shoulders knotted and rippled. She lay on her back beneath him, her body jerking, her hips writhing. Hari grinned down at her, swinging his hips smartly to and fro, driving his big nine-inch cock in and out of her cunt. She groaned in pleasure, her hands cupping her breasts, her lovely face turned to one side, eyes closed, her nostrils flared.

“Yeh ... that’s it ... ohh baby yes! C’mon! Fuck me, Hari! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a whore!” Abhay heard his wife say.

He grinned and turned to his servants. They were locked in a tight embrace, kissing hungrily, Kavita’s hands busy in the man’s crotch. As he watched, she slid to her knees and began sucking him. The man groaned, fucking her face, holding her head in his hands and rocking it back and forth. Abhay stepped forward and thrust his own cock at the maid’s face. She groaned, leaving the servant and turning to her master. Abhay looked at the servant and nodded to the bed, where his wife thrashed under the other servant’s thrusts.

“Go to her,” he grunted. “Fuck her mouth. She likes having two, you know that.”

The servant grinned and left them, moving to the bed. Abhay watched as he knelt on the bed by his wife’s face and pushed his cock into her hungry, eager mouth, heard her moan softly in pleasure and lust.

V

AND NOW HE HAD HER STANDING, bent over, her hands on the bed, her knees slightly bent. The gold necklace was drawn up high on her neck, brushing against her chin and nose. He squeezed her buttocks open and slowly ground his massive penis deeper into her cunt. Kavita moaned her joy, her head arching, her eyes wide in the mirror opposite, drinking in the incredibly erotic sight of the sahib fucking her in his bedroom. Abhay grunted his pleasure and began fucking her with slow, deep, skewering thrusts, his hands gripping her slender waist. Her back curved down before him, the dusky skin smooth and taut, her shoulder hunching together and deepening the dip of her spine. Her body rocked to and fro. She lifted her head, her face radiant with pleasure. Her breasts swung and her necklace rocked to and fro with their motions. Her cunt cramped on his cock and he groaned softly, the sound thrilling her with the knowledge of the pleasure she was able to give her saheb. He slid his hands under her body and cupped her pendulous, swollen breasts. As he bent over her back, she turned her face over her shoulder. He kissed her, his tongue slithering into her mouth and she pressed her ass back at his crotch.

“Fuck me, saheb,” she breathed. “Please ... don’t stop fucking me!”