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                      Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar
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                                POONA COMPANY
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                             1 : Fusebox : Part A
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The headlights of the Honda flickered twice and died. Rajashri cursed
softly. She flicked the light switch again. Nothing happened. Damn! It was
nearly eight o'clock at night, and raining, impossible to get help. She
would have to wait till the next morning.
Poona is a sleepy little city some hundred miles south-east of Bombay.
Despite the burgeoning development of the last decade, it retains an
old-world charm. There is a tidy cantonment area, with sprawling bungalows
and military installations dating back to the days of the British Raj. The
shops and houses in the cantonment are low and set well back from the main
thoroughfares. Traffic is generally light, and mostly two-wheeled. The
people are friendly and almost everyone knows everyone else. Shops open at
nine and close promptly at one for an afternoon siesta that lasts till four.
This can be infuriating, but once you get used to it, there is a certain
enforced lassitude that is quite welcome.
Rajashri was a lawyer, trying a case in the Poona District Court. It was her
first major brief, and she was on her own. She jumped at the opportunity
when she was offered the brief, although it meant being out of Bombay for
several days, even weeks. There was a price to pay, but it was worth it.
A month ago, she was summoned by Jayant, for whom she worked. Jayant was the
brightest legal talent in the country. At an astonishingly early age, he had
acquired a formidable reputation already and immense wealth and power.
Rajashri was also one of Jayant's countless lovers.
Jayant secretly controlled Hedon & Venery, a global enterprise devoted
entirely to the provision of sexual satisfaction. Rajashri worked for Hedon
& Venery, too. She was a highly paid whore for them, much in demand.
Being out of Bombay for an extended period involved a considerable
sacrifice: She had to forgo better work, her own house, her numerous
lovers -- friends, servants, strangers -- and, above all, the incessant sex
afforded by her association with Hedon & Venery. She canceled  live-sex
stage shows, skin-flick shoots, and appointments with wealthy clients at The
Apistia, Hedon & Venery's five-star luxury hotel-brothel in downtown Bombay.
That, in turn, meant giving up a lot of money in fees and tips, but the
brief was challenging and such opportunities were rare. Most clients wanted
Jayant and no one else. This one had been persuaded to let Rajashri stand
in. Jayant introduced her to the client, and she understood why he had
agreed. He was a handsome young man and Jayant had given him a guided tour
of The Apistia's more abditory facilities, including the exclusive Club
Gere. After that, he was willing to agree to anything Jayant suggested.
Rajashri spent a night with her client at her house and assured him that she
was good in Court as she was in bed.
When she called to cancel a stage performance with Kishore and Anand
together, Hemant, the director, was furious: he had refined the sexual
choreography through several rehearsals and her absence at this stage was
disastrous. Already, they had a full house. He ranted and raved, but she
would not be swayed, much as she regretted canceling the show. She had been
looking forward to it for a long time. The men were exceptionally good
lovers and enormously endowed. The rehearsals were mind-blowing -- she had
not faked a single one of the multiple orgasms she had during the
rehearsals.
At last, she placated Hemant, chiefly by giving him a whirlwind fuck. With
his penis between her lips, she suggested a solution. Deepika, a lovely
young girl recently introduced to Hedon & Venery, with great potential,
would be a satisfactory stand-in, she said. To prove her point, still
sucking his cock, she rang the call-bell and summoned Deepika. Rajashri
yielded her place, and it took but a few minutes for Hemant to agree to her
suggestion. Hemant was ecstatic when they finished in a thrashing
menage-a-trois. He had called her in Poona a week ago, ecstatic about the
show's success. Rajashri had him courier the tape to her and had to agree
that she could hardly have done better herself.
In Poona, things had worked out well. The trial proceeded without a hitch,
and her arguments and cross-examination were skillful and precise. The Judge
complimented her in open court.
Jayant maintained an office and a house in Poona, and she was well looked
after. As usual, he had left nothing to chance. Even before she arrived, he
booked several very expensive gigolos for her pleasure. They were strong,
handsome men, who fucked her relentlessly each night and left her moaning
deliriously, sheathed in sweat. They were worth every penny. Sometimes, she
had two or even three of them together. In addition, there were the two
office peons, Laxman and Pandu. Not only were they efficient and
hardworking, but they were also demanding lovers who enjoyed her body.
Jayant was generous to a fault. The fully loaded Accord was a gift from
Jayant when she did a live show with six men fucking her simultaneously, two
each in her mouth, cunt and ass. It was a rare performance, one that had
only been done previously by Maya, Sonu, Harsha, Neha, Chitti, Sayali and
Anuja and that, too, seldom. Though it was extremely strenuous and thought
to require much preparation, Rajashri had done an impromptu turn, calling
for another three men in the middle of a show with a trio. The next night,
she promptly repeated it for a film, and then started a week-long stage run.
Jayant was overjoyed. The box office collections set a record.
The problem with the car irritated her. It was a minor inconvenience, but it
meant losing time she could have spent working or having sex. So far, the
vehicle had given her no trouble at all. Usually, her chauffeur -- and
lover -- Ramesh, attended to all problems. She regretted having dispatched
him early this evening. He was resourceful and would have known what to do:
he always did, even in bed. Fucking her was one of the perquisites all her
servants enjoyed.
She smiled suddenly, despite her immediate anxiety, as she remembered their
trip up to Poona. They had left late at night in the torrential monsoon rain
and on the highway, he asked her if they could stop and fuck. Full of regret
at what she was to miss in Bombay, she agreed readily and they got into the
back seat. Her chauffeur fucked her slowly and deeply, taking his time with
her till she was crying out in frenzied excitement. On and on he went,
utterly relentless, the car bucking on its springs, fucking her repeatedly
in her mouth and cunt, in a variety of positions. He was tireless and strong
and his cock filled her cunt. He was handsome and hard-bodied and had a big
cock and knew how to use it. She came repeatedly. As a finale, turned her
over and butt-fucked her. When at last they were done, he drove on quietly
while she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Rajashri turned a corner and cruised slowly down another street, squinting
through the windshield. She saw a neon light on the other side of the road
advertising a garage. The gate was open. She decided to try her luck. She
swung the car through the gate and pulled up in a dark tarmac-surfaced
compound. A naked bulb shone in the porch of a shed to her left. The
compound was deserted with several cars lined up neatly. In front of her was
an open workshop, with a car raised on a hydraulic jack. In another shed to
her right were two vintage cars, half-dismembered wrecks.
She honked, but there was no response. She honked again and the door to the
shed opened and a man emerged. He raised his hand in question and she honked
again. The man ducked through the rain, and she pressed the button on the
panel by her arm and slid down the window.
Her first thought at seeing the mechanic was that she wanted him to fuck
her. He was a handsome youth, lean and tall with the sharp, aquiline
features of the Marathas. He had a square jaw, dark, deep-set eyes, a fine
nose and a lean-lipped mouth. His hair was thick and dark. He was
clean-shaven. He wore deep blue overalls, and the top was open to the waist,
revealing a smooth, hairless torso, a flat, hard belly and a cleaved,
muscular chest. His body was V-shaped and looked lithe and strong. His
sleeves were rolled up and his forearms were thick and corded. There was a
tempting bulge between his strong thighs.
"Yes? What do you want?" He said, squinting through the rain that streamed
down over his face and chest.
You, she said to herself. I want you.
Aloud, keeping a grip on herself, she said, "Er ... the lights aren't
working. Packed up just now. Can you do something?"
"Now? We're closed ma'am. Come back tomorrow."
"But how can I drive it in this rain without lights? I can't get home!"
They had been speaking in Hindi and now he asked if she spoke Marathi, the
local language. She said yes. She was fluent in the language, being a
Maharashtrian herself.
"Good. Where d'you have to go?" he asked in Marathi.
"Koregaon Park."
"That's not far."
"I agree, but how do I get there without lights? There are trucks on that
road. I'd be grateful if you could take a look. Please?"
"Impossible, ma'am. Everything's closed, I don't have my tools, and one has
to be very careful with these foreign cars, with all this electronic stuff."
"But what shall I do, then?"
She was a terrific looking broad. She was slim and willowy. Her face was
oval, with a small, slightly pouting mouth with sensuous lips and large
teeth, a strong nose and dark, elongated, *kajal*-rimmed eyes. She had a
long elegant neck. Her hands and fingers on the steering wheel were slender
and shapely, the arms and wrists slim and nicely turned. She was dressed in
a translucent white cotton shirt and a pleated grey skirt. A thin gold chain
rested around her neck.
As he stood at the window, her face turned up to his, the mechanic's eyes
flicked involuntarily to the tempting swell of her breasts. The top three
buttons of her shirt were open and he could see the shadow of her cleavage.
She appeared to have nothing on beneath her shirt. Her breasts were full and
ripe, luscious sloping mounds. Her belly was trim, and her waist was narrow.
Her legs looked slender and long.
For a second their eyes locked and he felt an inexplicable frisson of
excitement ripple through his loins and he relented.
"Tell me ... what do you suggest?"
He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "It's a problem," he conceded. "It's
raining and it's late -- otherwise I'd have done it while you waited."
"Please ... do something," she implored.
As she spoke, she half turned her body and her breast pressed against his
fingers on the window sill. He realised immediately that she wasn't wearing
a bra. He froze, staring down at her and then, testing her, gently moved his
fingertips. They brushed against her nipple and it jumped out immediately.
She did not attempt to move, but instead, pressed herself more firmly to his
fingers.
"Please," she repeated, almost begging.
He nodded, his pulse quickening.
"Okay, I'll have a look. Pull up at the garage, please."
He stepped back and moved to the front of the car. She put it into gear and
inched forward following him as he backed toward the garage, his arms
raised, guiding her in. He motioned her to stop and she pulled up gently
with the car halfway into the garage. He came around to the door and opened
it.
"You'll have to step out."
She nodded and stepped out around him. He noticed with a sidelong glance
that her legs were lovely, long and shapely, the ankles slender, the feet
elegant and encased in open sandals. Her toes were slim and the nails were
lightly varnished, like her fingernails.
He reached under the dashboard and deftly sprang the car's hood lock.
Getting out, he opened the hood and bent over the engine, checking the
wires. She stood slightly behind him. He really was quite handsome.
His brow furrowed. He moved to the front of the car and squatted on his toes
and, pulled a small screwdriver and a pocket torch from his overalls. He
switched on the torch and held it in his mouth and began to unscrew the
headlamp shields to check the bulbs and the contacts. The torch bobbed
unevenly as he worked. She reached forward and plucked it from his lips, her
fingertips brushing his face.
"I'll hold it for you," she murmured.
She moved closer to him, over his shoulder and bent forward, pointing the
torch for him. Her breasts brushed against his shoulder and arm. He worked
efficiently and undid one headlight and then shuffled aside to do the other.
As he did so, he glanced quickly over his shoulder. Her shirt had fallen
open and he could see her breasts. She really had nothing on under it. Her
breasts were gorgeous, and he could even see her nipples and her firm belly
beneath. His cock began to rise.
Both headlights seemed all right. He got up without warning and she had no
time to step back and he backed into her, his arm pressing to her breasts.
"Sorry," he mumbled, noting that she hadn't protested or moved back.
"What happened?"
"The lights are good. I'll check the fuses. Let's have the torch here,
please."
He opened the door and stretched on his side across the bucket seats  and
rummaged under the dashboard.
Rajashri noticed the bulge between his thighs again: it seemed to have
grown. She smiled to herself. With luck she could get the car fixed and have
a little fun in the bargain. Both his hands were occupied and she had to
lean deeply into the car to shine the flashlight for him. His head hung
below the passenger seat and she bent far over, her body almost over his,
her hand on the seat back for support. Her head was at his chest, his loins
at her breasts.
He worked with his arms raised and his overalls pulled open, his body
half-twisted. His torso was lean and hard and extremely sexy. She wanted to
kiss it. Her heart skipped a beat and her pulse quickened. She would get him
to fuck her before she left. He was irresistible.
He undid the fuse box and grunted to her to move the light a little lower.
To do so, she would have to rest her body on his. She hesitated for a
second -- it was too obvious. Then, holding her breath with excitement, she
obeyed. She had her toes on the ground outside the car and now her breasts
pressed to his crotch and her chin rested on his lower chest. She could feel
the hardness of his cock against her breasts. He felt her breasts on his
thighs and crotch and tensed. It was difficult to concentrate. He could feel
her breath on his naked chest. His fingers trembled. At last, he pulled out
a fuse and nodded.
"Hmm. You've blown a fuse."
"Can you fix it?"
He shook his head, checking the others. "Impossible, ma'am. These are
special fuses, we don't stock them. I'll have to buy some tomorrow."
He replaced the fuses and closed the fuse-box. When it was done, he
untwisted his upper body and, as his body moved, she felt his cock rub
against her breasts. She lowered her hand which had been on the seat back so
that she was now lying over him, her arms on either side of his hips. She
could not resist the temptation any longer. He was pinned under her. His
cock was hard and his pulse raced with excitement. He craned his head and
looked at her, his lips parted, breathing heavily. She did not move.
Instead, she looked at him steadily, her eyes glittering, her lips parted.
Her teeth were very white and even. Very deliberately, she turned the flash
and pointed it to his crotch. Watching his face, her eyes locked with his,
she bent her head and opened her lips and pressed her mouth to the tip of
the bulge in his crotch. The man gaped at her.
"Yes," she murmured. "We'll see about the car tomorrow. But I'm afraid
you'll have to fix my problem right away. That can't possibly wait any
longer. Will you do it?"
Her meaning was clear, her suggestion direct. The man grinned suddenly, his
teeth flashing in the dark.
"I thought as much," he murmured.
She crooked one arm to his crotch and slowly drew down the zipper of his
fly. As she opened it wide and his cock bounced out, hard and thick. She
took it quickly in her fingers. It was lovely, about nine inches long,
nearly two inches thick, dark and hard and uncircumcised. It smelled musky
and erotic. She caressed it lovingly and gently began to jerk him off,
flipping back the foreskin. His cock-head was a big, thick knob, gorged and
wonderful. The man grunted softly, watching her. She slipped her fingers
into his fly and cupped his balls. They were heavy and low. She kissed his
cock-head and began to lick the shaft, her lips wide, her tongue running up
and down the shaft and over his balls. She lifted her head and opened her
lips and gently took his cock-head between them. The man groaned and arched
his head.
Rajashri began to work his cock-head with her tongue, winding it round and
round, rapping at the slit in the knob, trying to prise it open with her
tongue. The man moaned thickly. Beads of pre-cum gunk sputtered from his
cock and she sucked them gently and smeared her lips and cheeks with it. Her
fist and fingers grew sticky with his jizz. Slowly, she drew more of his
penis into her mouth and began to suck it unhurriedly. Her head rose and
fell, her face distended with the size of his erection, and his hips bucked
and writhed under her head. Her mouth was wonderful, moist and warm and her
tongue was electric. The man groaned and his hands fell to her head and he
began to move it up and down, thrusting his hips steadily as he fucked her
face. She sucked harder and harder, her teeth scraping gently on his shaft,
her tongue working his cock-head with rising urgency.
He pulled her head away and she slid up over his body, kissing his torso
feverishly. They kissed deeply and hungrily, and she thrust her tongue deep
into his mouth. He found the taste of his seed on her lips extraordinarily
erotic. He squeezed her breasts hard and began to undo her shirt. He pulled
it off her shoulders and she moaned as he cupped her breasts and crushed
them in his hands. Her nipples were nut-hard and he flicked them with his
thumbs, rolling and squeezing them in his fingers. Her loins ground against
his.
The position across the bucket seats was uncomfortable. He pulled his head
away from hers and tongued her ear.
"Come into the office," he whispered. "This isn't good."
They slipped out of the car. Hand in hand, ducking their heads against the
pouring rain, they ran across the yard to the office shed and stumbled into
it. It was a large room cluttered with parts and tools and cupboards and
cabinets. A desk and chair stood on one side. Against the opposite wall was
a backless wooden bench. A naked bulb swung on a cord from the ceiling in
the centre of the room.
Rajashri couldn't have cared less about her surroundings and barely noticed
them. She was burning with lust and all she wanted was his cock. Her clothes
were drenched and clung to her body like film. She flung herself into his
arms and they kissed again. Her shirt was undone to the waist and he jerked
it out of her skirt and ripped it off, squeezing her breasts hard. She
pulled open his overalls and they puddled at his feet. Moaning thickly, she
squirmed against him. He lifted her skirt and slid his hands up her thighs.
As he expected, she wasn't wearing panties either. He squeezed her buttocks
and ground his cock to her crotch.
"Come on ... suck my cock again," he grunted and pushed her to her knees
before him.
She took his penis in her mouth, and he fucked her face, his head bent,
watching her, thrusting his hips steadily back and forth, grunting and
gasping in pleasure, moving her head back and forth between his thighs. It
felt wonderful and he was tempted to come in her mouth.
"Yes ... mm, yes ... suck it ... suck my cock, bitch ... ohhh yes ... yes
... that's it ... suck it ... Ahhhh ... yes ... Oh god yes ...," he groaned.
After several minutes, he pushed her head away. "C'mon, bitch, gonna fuck
you now!"
Pulling her to her feet again, he led her to the bench and kicked it away
from the wall and made her lie down on her back on it. She opened her legs
wide across the bench, her feet on the floor on either side, and lifted her
skirt above her hips, offering him his first look at her cunt. It was moist
already, the pubic hair neatly trimmed, her cunt-lips clean. She squeezed
her breasts in her hands in wanton submission.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me hard!"
He chuckled. "Yes. I'll fuck you nice and hard, whore ... I like ram-fucking
cunts like you!"
His obscene language thrilled her. She whimpered in excitement. He bent over
her and sucked on her breasts. She gasped and clenched his hair fiercely as
his tongue and teeth flickered over her nipples. He sucked hard, let go,
sucked again and nibbled on her breast-tips. Her loins lurched under him. He
slid a finger down her crack and arched it up into her cunt. She gasped and
her body lurched beneath him. Her hips writhed and bucked at his hand.
He chortled in delight. "Like it?" he asked. "Say you like it!"
"Yes," she gasped. "Unhh Ohhh yes ... I like it ... I like it!"
He began to masturbate her furiously, his wrist pumping wildly between her
thighs, first with one finger, then two, and then three ramming in and out
of her cunt. Rajashri scrabbled at his body, her body writhing and lurching
ecstatically under him, her breasts under his lips and teeth and tongue.
Abruptly, he stopped and she gasped in shock and disbelief, for she was on
the brink of an orgasm, and tried to pull his hand back to her crotch.
Laughing at her expression, he jerked off her skirt and turned around on the
bench, his loins over her mouth. He lowered his hips and she opened her
mouth gratefully for his penis again. He fucked her face slowly, his hips
rising and falling over her head, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
rhythmically. Then he bent forward and thrust his face into her crotch. She
gasped and squirmed under him when he stuck his tongue into her slit,
parting her cunt-lips wide with his fingers. His tongue was thick and rough
and her thighs trembled and her feet rose as he dragged his tongue heavily
up and down her sodden slit. He found her gorged clit and began to flick it
rapidly. She whined deep in her throat and her body arched. She sucked
harder on his pistoning cock, caressing and cupping his heavy balls. He
sucked on her clit and she arched taut, quivering with sexual tension like a
drawn bow.
He stopped short of her orgasm yet again. Now she was frantic with lust and
would have done anything for a fuck. She moaned feverishly. He straddled the
bench between her thighs, lifted them over his and bent forward over her,
his hands under her shoulders. She reached down to guide his cock to her
cunt. He paused for a fraction of a second with his cock-head sizzling hot
at her cunt-lips. Then, flexing his buttocks, he slammed his penis into her.
As it went in, he gasped, his head arching back, his mouth jerking open. Her
cunt was hot and tight and it convulsed frantically on his cock. She cried
out, her mouth tearing open, her head jerking back, her back bowing in shock
and delight as the huge cock thrust powerfully into her cunt- flesh. She dug
her fingers into his buttocks and her legs split and rose in the air.
"UNHAHHHHHHHH! Yes ... yes UNHH OHHHH!" she gasped.
"UNHHH uhhh YES UNHH YEH!" he bellowed.
"Ohhh unnhhh OH ... Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder! Ohhhhhh god yes!" she
cried.
They fucked furiously, both of them hot and hungry. Their bodies rocked and
crashed together, their loins slamming and ramming hard up and down, back
and forth. His cock pistoned and tunnelled deep into her cunt, grinding and
churning her cunt-flesh, ramming and spiralling hard into her. Her body
whipped up and down and from side to side as he moved, taking her with him.
He was ram-fucking her and she loved it. She dug her fingers into his
bouncing, pounding, flexing buttocks, trying to pull him deeper into her.
His hips swung back and forth and up and down like a trip-hammer. Her body
jerked and snapped under his, and every thrust drew a choking gasp from her
throat. His loins pounded away at hers and her breasts jiggled and wobbled
with his thrusts.
"Yes-yes-yes-uh-uh-uh-uh-Ohh-OHH-Ohh-OH-OH!" she cried. "Fuck me fuck me
fuck me Ohhhhh uhhh oh-oh-oh-oh-OHHH UNHHH AHHH!"
"UNH-UNH-UNH-UNH-UNH-takeit-takeit-takeit, whore! Take my cock! Take it!" he
gasped in response. "UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-YEH-uhh-OHYEH-uhh Ah uh Ah-uh Ah-uh -say
it bitch! Say you like it! C'mon whore! Say it!"
She didn't respond in time and he rammed into her savagely for his answer,
making her arch and scream and cry out, clawing at him in shock and joy.
"OHHHHHHHHhhh ... unnhhhhh ... OHHH ... It feels so good ... yes ... Ohhhh
... fuck me ... fuck me ... hard! Fuck my cunt Ohhhh god yes!"
Goaded by her words, he moved even faster, ramming and reaming into her, his
buttocks rocking violently back and forth, his cock thundering in and out of
her cunt. It was huge and rock-hard and it mashed her swollen clit and made
her cry out. He swung his hips in taut, unexpected circles, mashing her
cunt-flesh and clit and her back bowed and she clawed at him and then
crushed her breasts hard in her hands. Her legs opened up still further and
wound taut about the small of his back. His toes were on the floor, his
knees deeply bent. He leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth.
Rajashri orgasmed hard and, as the tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her,
he straightened and moved back slightly.  He was superbly fit and, balancing
on the balls of his feet, his knees bent in a deep crouch, he slowed his
pace to a slow, even rhythm. Moving steadily, he caressed her belly and
breasts. Rajashri moaned and gasped, her body shaking and trembling as he
fondled her breasts. Her orgasm intensified and lengthened. She began to
sweat. Suddenly, he thrust in and out of her several times in a deep,
ramming, rapid action. She cried out, her body jerking and snapping, her
breasts jiggling. He squeezed them hard and she moaned. Her cunt convulsed
on his cock and her orgasm intensified.
On and on it went till at last it ebbed and she subsided, moaning and
panting, caressing her body dreamily. His cock continued to stroke gently in
and out of her cunt. She lay back with her eyes closed, her body rocking
gently, savouring the exquisite pleasure of having his cock slide in and out
of her flesh. She was well pleased: He had not come. He would fuck her
again.
He slid slowly out of her, rose to stand upright, his feet astride the
bench, and pulled her up into a sitting position. He pulled her head toward
his rampant penis. She took his cock in her hand and, jerking it, engulfed
it in her mouth again. Sucking it dreamily, she relished the erotic taste of
their mingled coital juices on it. He fucked her face for several minutes,
his head bent, rocking gently back and forth, his hips pumping, moving her
head back and forth between his legs. He reached down and fondled her
breasts. They were still turgid, the nipples nut-hard. This broad was
incredible.
"Mmm ... suck it, whore ... suck it! Suck my cock ... yeh ... that's good
... Unhhh yeh ... unh-yeh-unh-yeh-unh-huhh yeh! Oh fuck yes!" he gasped.
The mechanic fucked Rajashri's face steadily, his hands caressing and moving
her head, then dropping to his crotch, his palms flat on his groin, the webs
of his thumbs and forefingers in a delta around the base of his cock and the
side of balls. The sight of his cock in her delicate fingers and glistening
in and out between her lips aroused him intensely. His cock was slippery and
sticky and her lips and fingers shone with his pre-cum gunk. He pulled his
cock out of her and caressed her face with it. Her mouth open, she turned
her head from side to side, questing eagerly for his cock in her mouth
again, loving the heady taste and smell of it.
"C'mon whore, turn over ... gonna fuck you like a bitch, from behind!" he
grunted.
Panting with excitement, she turned around astride the bench and
straightened her legs, her feet on the ground. She shuffled them apart, her
buttocks lobing open to present him with her cunt and ass. She bent forward
and leaned on her forearms on the bench, her hands clenching its far legs.
Her pendulous breasts were swollen and luscious. The mechanic stood behind
her and caressed her buttocks, prising them open. He was tempted to raid her
ass and knew instinctively that she would enjoy it. He bent his head and
thrust his face at her buttocks. Rajashri moaned softly as she felt his
tongue ripple through the cleft of her buttocks and swirl delicately around
the puckered flesh of her anus. She hoped he would butt-fuck her. She
enjoyed being sodomised.
Her hips writhed and she whimpered as he rapped at her anus with his tongue.
Her sphincter spasmed and yielded and his tongue probed delicately within.
She gasped softly, chewing her lower lip. He arched a finger into her open
slit and began to masturbate her gently, twisting and rolling his finger
inside her.
"Where d'you want it, slut?" he grunted. "In your cunt, or your butt?"
"Anywhere ... you decide ...," she moaned.
Chuckling, he rose to his feet. "Okay ... first your cunt. Then your ass!"
He shuffled forward and squeezed his cock between her buttocks. She reached
down with one hand, her fingers curling delicately around the wonderfully
swollen cock-head, guiding it to her slit. His cock-head pierced through her
cunt-lips and he held it there, just within her. She moaned softly and her
hips writhed, trying to wriggle back onto it. He chuckled again and, his
hands on her buttocks, his knees bent, held still for a minute. Then, with a
deep breath, he flexed his buttocks and swung his hips forward. His cock
surged deep into her in a long, smooth rush. She let out a choking gasp and
lurched under him as the hot, hard cock sank deep into her flesh.
"OHH ma UNHHHH...OHHHHHHH!" she cried.
His belly sucked in with delight, and he flung his head back. He bent over
her and squeezed her breasts hard, crushing them in his palms, rolling the
fleshy mounds in the heels of his hands. His cock embedded deep inside her
cunt, he swung his hips in slow, grinding circles, mashing her cunt-flesh
and gorged clitoris. Rajashri's head arched and she bit her lower lip, her
eyes closed.
In front of them was a cupboard with a long mirror on one door. He could see
their reflection in it. Her face was radiant with lust. She was by far the
loveliest woman he had ever fucked. The sight of her face contorting with
passion and her heavy breasts in his hands aroused him intensely.
He began to fuck her with slow, measured thrusts, his hips rising, his cock
pulling out, then slowly spiralling deep into her again. She moaned and
lurched beneath him, her body twisting and trembling.
"Yes ... fuck me ...  Ohhma uhhh  yes ... do it ... do it to me ... UNHHHHH
... Uhhhh ... Uhhhh ... OHHH ... fuck me ... yes ... fuck my cunt!" She
gasped.
The mechanic fucked her steadily for several minutes till her cries were
sharp and loud. Then he began to move faster, gradually straightening his
body, moving faster and faster, till he was ram-fucking her again. His
buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully, his hips swung violently back and
forth like a trip-hammer at top speed, his cock pistoning furiously in and
out of her convulsing cunt. His thighs slapped loudly against her buttocks.
Faster and faster he went, his head flung back, his mouth open, gasping and
panting, his balls and hips crashing against her buttocks. Her arched body
jerked and lurched back and forth under his thrusts. His cock glistened and
shone as it emerged and disappeared between the splayed open lobes of her
buttocks. Faster yet he went, now at a rapid, furious speed, thundering and
rocking savagely in and out, in and out, in and out. Her breasts jiggled and
tossed as she rocked under him. Her body moved back and forth on his penis,
her cunt sliding up and down along the length of his shaft. Her loud,
staccato cries rang in his ears and she spurred him on with obscene love
calls. He pressed his thumbs to her anus and it yielded at once and he slid
one thumb in.
With a shuddering, ululating moan, she orgasmed hard, her cunt convulsing
frantically on his pistoning cock. He kept moving, gasping at the heat and
tightness of her cunt-sheath. His balls ached and clamoured for relief, the
jizz roiled in his loins. Her orgasm peaked and, as he kept stroking,
slowing his speed gently, it gained strength and hit her again, and yet
again. At last it waned. He struggled for control.
He jerked his cock out of her and she fell forward, gasping in disbelief
that he still had not come. He turned her over again on her back and lifted
her thighs high and wide in his hands. Without waiting for her this time, he
slammed his cock into her hard, making her scream, her face contorting in a
rictus of lust, her back arching and twisting in joyous agony. He gasped and
rammed into her several times, slamming his cock deep into her again and
again and again. Her cunt spasmed helplessly on his cock. At last, with a
shuddering moan, he let himself go. He jerked out of her and she gasped. He
lurched forward and thrust his throbbing cock at her face. She jerked it
eagerly, licked it hungrily and he exploded. She opened her mouth wide and
he moaned softly as she took his gunk in her mouth, swallowing it, shaking
his cock over her body, spattering her dusky flesh with the hot splash of
his jizz. It settled like ticker-tape over her belly and breasts and
dribbled down her chin. Gasping, he straddled her face and she sucked him
gently till he was done. He sank to his knees beside her, gasping and
panting.
Moaning softly, she reached up and drew his mouth to hers in a long,
lingering kiss. He caressed her body gently, massaging his gunk into her
breasts and belly. She reached down to fondle his cock. It was hard still
and quivered in her fingers. He bent his head and licked her breasts and
nipples, sucking on them, tasting his gunk on her body. She moved his hand
and made him smear his jizz on her cunt-lips.
They drew apart reluctantly, both of them glassy-eyed and panting. She sat
up unsteadily, her head bowed, gasping and breathing hard. He got to his
feet before her. She looked up and his cock was before her face. She kissed
it tenderly and took it in her mouth again, sucking it gently, caressing his
hips. She got to her feet, rubbing herself against him and kissed him again.
"Thank you," she murmured. "That was wonderful. Even though you didn't
butt-fuck me."
He smiled. "Mention not. And I'll fuck your ass, if you still want it."
She giggled, caressing his chest. He really was superbly built.
"I do, but later. This still doesn't solve my problem, you know."
"Meaning what?"
"How do I get home?"
He frowned. She smiled and kissed him again, grinding her cunt to his cock.
"Shall I tell you?"
"What?"
"Drive me home. Fix it tomorrow."
"You want me to spend the night?" He grinned, pleased.
"If you don't mind."
She smiled prettily, tempting him with the glitter in her eyes, daring him
to refuse. He saw she was serious and his handsome face creased in a boyish
grin. He squeezed her breasts and then gripped her buttocks and ground his
cock against her belly.
"And all night ... daga-dag, rakatakarakataka, right? Fucking?" He mimed the
action, holding his hands as though a woman's hips, pumping his own.
"Exactly," she giggled.
"Let's go, then," he said.
They dressed hastily and ran out to the car. He drove well and she leaned
back in her seat contentedly. Her night was made. Her body still glowed from
the vigorous fucking, and his gunk was sticky on her skin.
"You live alone?" he asked as the car hissed through the drizzle.
"Yes. Actually, I'm from Bombay. I'm here on work."
"What do you do?"
"I'm a lawyer. I have a case in the courts here."
"And this house? Whose is it?"
"It belongs to my firm. Actually, it's the office, too. It's fully equipped,
a full staff. Driver, peons, all that sort of thing."
"Aren't they at home?"
"No." She grinned impishly. "Only if I keep them on a night shift."
He turned his face and stared at her. "You fuck the peons?"
"Naturally. And the servants. Why shouldn't I? Hey, watch out!"
He swerved to avoid a pothole at the last minute and she squealed as the car
rocked wildly across the road. He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.
"What's so funny?" she said, turning in her seat and drawing her legs up.
"I can't believe it. You fuck your driver, your peons, your servants ..."
"Hey, so it's no big deal! You saw for yourself, just now, didn't you? Damn
it, I don't even know you! I saw a chance, I took it. Simple as that!"
"Which means you'll fuck anyone?"
"Oh, yes. Certainly. Look, it's like this. I love fucking. That's it. I need
to be fucked daily. I do the same back home: I like a guy, I fuck him. And
not just one at a time. When I feel like it, I take two or three together.
Three or four times a week, I even whore, let total strangers fuck me for
money."
He laughed in delight. This was better than he had expected. It was a
fantasy come true. He slowed as she directed him to a lane. They arrived at
the house, a pretty little bungalow in a well-kept garden. It had two
floors, ground and one upper, with a red-tiled sloping roof. She got out to
unlock the gate and he eased the car into the portico. She locked the gate
and jogged to the door and opened it with a latchkey. He followed her in.
It was an elegant, expensive house. There was a large kitchen, a dining
room, a living area, a guest bedroom, a study and another office space
downstairs. Four bedrooms with sprawling balconies overlooking the garden,
and a small but well-equipped gym occupied the floor above. She showed him
around.
In her bedroom, she stopped at the door and pressed back against him. She
lifted her arms over his shoulders and turned her face sideways up to his.
He kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth, his hands fondling
her breasts. She squirmed her buttocks against the hardness of his cock and
squeezed it gently with one hand.
"I'm horny again," she murmured.
"So am I," he replied, tonguing her ear.
"Fuck me hard, like you did before. And this time, fuck my ass."
"Yes. I'll fuck you nice and hard. Even in your butt."
Without turning around, she pulled down his zipper again and slid her hand
into his fly and fondled his penis and balls. He flicked open two buttons of
her shirt and cupped and squeezed her breasts, already turgid, the nipples
stiff.
She slithered to her knees before him, turned around and took his penis in
her mouth again. She began to suck him erect, working it deftly with her
tongue and lips and teeth, her fingers caressing his balls, probing his
anus. He grunted as his cock swelled. He fucked her mouth gently and
unhurriedly with deep pleasure. After several minutes, she stopped and
looked up.
"Now ... keep your promise," she murmured mischievously.
She turned around and stepped across to the bed. Kneeling on the edge of it,
she flipped her skirt up over her hips, and leaned forward on her forearms,
exposing her anus and cunt to him again. She reached down and spread her
cunt-lips open for him.
"Come on ... lick my cunt ... rim my ass ... then fuck my butt hard," she
said in a husky, lust-laden voice.
Dropping quickly to his knees behind her, the young man thrust his face
between her thighs. He began to tongue-fuck her cunt and ass alternately.
She whimpered and writhed in pleasure as his tongue swirled through her
sodden slit and flickered over her anus. She spread her cunt-lips wide open
and asked him to masturbate her. He slid two fingers into her cunt and began
to finger-fuck her while he rimmed her anus with his tongue. She whimpered
and her buttocks and hips writhed and swayed ecstatically.
"Mm ... yes ... Ohhh yes ... yes ... put your tongue in yes ... ohh it feels
so good in my ass ... ahhhh yes!" She gasped.
Her response, and the heady taste and odour of her asshole excited him and
he got to his feet behind her and pressed his cock-head between her
buttocks. She bent further forward, resting her shoulders on the bed. He dug
his fingers into her buttocks and prised them wide apart. His cock was
glistening with her sucking of it, but still not sufficiently lubricated. He
paused and slid it lower to her cunt. She understood and checked her
impatience. He slid it deep into her cunt and she gasped softly at its heat
and size, her face turned on one side. He fucked her slowly for a few
minutes, stroking rhythmically and unhurriedly in and out of her cunt. Her
body lurched and swung under his. He tugged her blouse out of her skirt and
rucked it up under her arms, freeing her breasts. He squeezed and fondled
them as he pumped away, his hips swinging smoothly. She moaned joyously,
writhing her buttocks and hips against his thighs, murmuring obscenely to
him.
"Yes ... ohhh god yes ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my slit ... it's hot for
your cock ... take me, lover ... take me like a whore!"
Chuckling, the mechanic fucked her rhythmically for several minutes,
enjoying himself. When he was ready at last, he slid out of her and pressed
his cock-head to her anus. She tensed, and her sphincter clamped taut. He
pressed more firmly and slid a hand under her belly and fingered her slit
and toyed with her swollen clitoris. Instantly, her anus spasmed and opened.
He flexed his buttocks slowly and eased his hips forward. His cock-head
squeezed between her buttocks and slipped into her rear channel. The breath
went out of her in a shuddering whoosh and her mouth jerked open. His cock
was burning hot and thick and hard in her asshole. She moaned softly, her
buttocks trembling. He struck them firmly with his open palm and she winced
and cried out and they opened further and he pushed deeper into her. Her
anus convulsed on the huge intruder and he flung his head back in delight.
Slowly, he drilled deeper and deeper into her. She began to cry out in
short, staccato, rising gasps, her fingers scrunching the counterpane. It
was huge, his cock, hot and searing. On and on it went, going in deeper and
deeper. Her face contorted in a rictus of pain and joy. It felt wonderful,
thick and heavy and long. He shoved it in to the hilt, gasping with
astonishment at her ability to take him all. He had not known a woman who
could. Deep inside her, he stopped and bent forward to crush her breasts in
his hands.
"Now ... now fuck me," she gasped thickly. "Fuck my butt hard!"
He chuckled at her words and began to butt-fuck her with slow, heavy
thrusts. His hips swung up, his cock slid out, and then he skewered her
asshole deeply again with a spiralling action. She gasped and cried out with
each thrust, lurching sharply forward under his thrusts, goading him
obscenely to take her harder, faster, deeper. He straightened slowly and
gradually built up speed, moving steadily faster and faster. Her body jerked
and lurched under his and he held her hips and moved her ass back and forth
on his cock. Her breasts jiggled and tossed with his thrusts. Faster and
faster he went till he was ram-butt-fucking her with his cock thundering and
slamming and reaming and ramming in and out of her rear channel. His balls
slapped against her buttocks. Her cries grew sharper and higher, piercing
the quiet of the room and mingling and twining with his own ecstatic grunts.
"Ohhhh uhh Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh oh yes Ohhh god yes oh yes ohhh uhhh yes ohh
yes oh uh oh uh oh uh oh OHHHHHH!" she cried.
"Yeh! Take it! Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huhohh uhh yes!" he cried.
Her body blazed with pain and lust and her mind was spinning out of control.
His cock was wonderful, pistoning and pounding in and out of her ass. Faster
and faster he went, harder and deeper, his hands ripping the shirt off her
shoulders in a frenzy. She thrust her hand between her legs and began to
masturbate furiously, jerking her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her orgasm
was violent and sharp, pinwheels and stars exploding in her head. Her
asshole and sphincter convulsed on his cock, till at last the orgasm died
away.
The man was magnificent: he kept fucking her ass, slowing his pace. He was
nearing his own climax, and she sensed it from the ominous quiver of his
cock inside her. She moved forward and slipped her ass off his cock. This
time, she had frustrated him and he snarled his anger and tried to force it
back in. But she was too quick for him and flipped over and pulled him down
onto the bed with her, between her legs, spreading them wide open. They
kissed hungrily, his hands crushing and squeezing her breasts, hers on his
cock. She pulled off his clothes in a frenzy and shucked off her skirt. She
rolled him over under her on the bed and bent her head over his lap again
and took his penis in her mouth. It tasted wonderful with her cunt and ass
juices and his own pre-cum gunk. She sucked it furiously. He gasped and
moaned, his hips bucking under her head.
Then she rose and straddled his hips smoothly and took his cock in her hand
and quickly impaled her cunt on it. She let her hips sink and gasped,
tossing her head back. He squeezed her breasts. She began to rock back and
forth on her knees and arms over him, her face upturned. He caressed her
body, fingering her anus. Her breasts swung over his face. He bucked under
her and she responded, moving up and down on his cock, her buttocks flexing
and unflexing, her hips rising and sinking. She held her breasts in her
hands and rolled them in her palms. With a sinuous, sensuous motion, she
lifted her hands and undid her hair, letting it tumble in a wave over her
shoulders. It was thick and dark and glossy. She forced him to slow his pace
and he understood and yielded with a gasping sigh.
She was fantastic. Her hips began to gyrate in gentle circles over his cock,
mashing her cunt-flesh. She smiled down at him and bent over to kiss him,
thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her breasts flattened against his
chest. She tongued his ear and then slowly, sensuously rose, arching her
back, thrusting her breasts out for him to fondle. He tweaked her nipples
and she shuddered. She flexed her buttocks several times, squeezing his
penis with her cunt.
"Slowly, now," she murmured. "Now you needn't hurry."
"Yes," he said, savouring the blissful look on her face.
His body smelled sweaty and musky and erotic. She licked his chest and
nipples, sucking gently on them. For several minutes they moved slowly and
unhurriedly, stoking the fire in her cunt afresh.
"Hey," she said suddenly.
"What?"
"What's your name?"
He laughed. All this time, all this fucking and they hadn't even introduced
themselves.
"Bablu," he said. "Bablu mechanic."
"Hello," she said, smiling down at him and he laughed again. "Hello
Bablu-mechanic."
"Phakt Bablu." he said in Marathi.
"Yes. I agree. Fuck-the-Bablu," she smiled to herself and giggled.
"What?" he said puzzled.
She shook her head. Phakt in Marathi meant 'only' or 'just', but sounded
like something quite different in English. "Nothing, forget it," she said
aloud. "My name's Rajashri. Come on ... come on now ... fuck me hard ... mmm
... Unhhh ... Ohh ... Unhh ... OHHhh!"
She began to move faster and he responded like a thoroughbred, moving in
unison, smoothly matching her pace. She bucked and rocked up and down and
back and forth on his rampant penis, her cunt sliding up and down its shaft,
while he thrust up into her again and again and again. Within minutes, she
hit another orgasm, and a third followed and this time, as her cunt
convulsed on his cock, he let go and she gasped in joy as she felt the sharp
sting of his spoot in her sodden slit.
End of Part A
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