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-- Mary Jorsay Gandmar maryjg@finebody.com

** Tropical Heat **

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

-- story online at
http://www.hostwebsite.com/~cyrene/prose/wiwit/sayablak.htm --
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Note for reader: Indian words are between asterisks, thus: *sari*;
correctly, they should be italicized. 

Select Glossary of Indian words:
http://www.hostwebiste.com/~cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm

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There was a darker side to things, as there always is. Suresh had no
way of knowing that his wife, Sayali had a secret lover, one whom no
one knew of, not even her masters at the sex company, Hedon & Venery.
Suresh revelled in the candour of their marriage -- he believed she
had no secrets from him, as he certainly had none from her. He knew
that she was a full-time whore at Hedonn & Venery, that she worked at
a brothel called The Apistia, that she did live sex-shows and
performed in films and for steamy pornographic magazines. She fucked
the servants in the house, and any of their friends she fancied. They
had group orgies with close friends and frequent wife-swapping
parties. At dinner parties for his business associates, she put on
sex-shows with the servants or hired gigolos, and allowed the guests
to fuck her. With very important businessmen, she went one-on-one,
spending entire nights and, sometimes, long weekends with them. The
results were invariably profitable, and Sayali never complained. In
graphic detail, she recounted the sex. When she could, she had it all
video taped. Suresh had hours of footage of his wife as a sex-slave,
servicing businessmen, their friends, hirelings, complete strangers.

Suresh, too, had his share of lovers, when time permitted : maids,
whore, call-girls, Sayali's friends, his friends' wives -- Suresh
enjoyed fucking them and he, too, recounted his affairs for Sayali.
With such transparency in their marriage, Sureshh had no reason to
suspect his wife. The question of infidelity did not arise -- both
were constantly and openly unfaithful. 

But there were days when Sayali didn't go to work. Instead, she left
the house as usual, drove into town, stopped en route to call The
Apistia to say she would not be in that day, parked her car in a lot
and took a taxi to a small, quiet lane by the docks. Alighting from
the taxi, she waited till it turned the corner and was out of sight.
Then she walked quickly down the lane and turned into a narrow blind
alley that ran perpendicular to the lane. At the end of the alley
stood an old three-storied block of flats.

It was a run-down wooden structure, the timber rotten and decaying in
many parts, some windows boarded, others without shutters, still
others broken and open like gaping wounds. There was no door to the
building, and Sayali entered and climbed three flights of long, broad,
shallow wooden steps, clutching the curved wooden bannister, worn
smooth by countless hands. Most of the flats were empty. One or two
had signs of desultory life, an occasional line of washing or a tinny
radio squeaking and scratching. Sayali climbed to the top floor and
turned down the corridor to the flat at the rear of the house. Using a
key taken from her small handbag, she let herself into the flat.

In comparison to the rest of the building, the flat was surprisingly
well-kept. The walls were neatly plastered and painted a soft white.
The door opened into a large, simply furnished room with a high,
sloping ceiling. Tall windows stretched along the length of the far
wall. The room overlooked the harbour and the busy dockyard, beyond
several rows of red tiled roofs. An open door at one end of the room
led into an airy and clean kitchen, fitted with simple and basic
appliances -- a small refrigerator, a two-ring gas stove, a steel sink
and a granite worktop. Another door set half-way down the side walll
was open and showed a bedroom with a bathroom ensuite. 

The living room in which Sayali stood held scattered, minimal
furniture, mostly of inexpensive wood or white-painted cane -- two
deep armchairs, a sofa, a small glass-topped coffee table, a dining
table with four chairs. The walls were bare. A rug  on the floor added
colour. The sofa and chairs were upholstered with brightly patterned
fabric, and held plump cushions. 

Sayali closed the door behind her. A black man emerged from the
bedroom. He was tall and very handsome, with a superb physique. He
wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. He had thick black hair, swept
back off his forehead. His nose was long and straight and slightly
curved; the lips were slim and wide. His jaw was strong and
well-defined, sexily square. His dark eyes were deep-set. He was
clean-shaven. His body was stunning: a muscular neck stretched to
broad shoulders and led to a wide, deeply cleaved chest. His torso was
hairless and smooth, his armpits were shaved clean. His nipples were
small and dark and sharp, pulled wide and low on either side of the
mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit. His back was
smooth and strong, curved inward to the spine, and snaking down to his
taut buttocks. His belly was rock-hard, ridged with slabs of
musculature. He was barefoot, and his jeans were unbuttoned and
unzipped. He stopped in the doorway, with one arm raised, hand resting
on the doorjamb and looked at Sayali impassively.

Sayali paused, studying him, her eyes raking his body. Her face
flushed with excitement. Her eyes glittered and her nostrils flared
and her lips parted. Dropping her purse on the floor, she moved
towards the man, kicking off her sandals. He waited silently, carved
out of a stone, an erotic bas-relief. 

Sayali was clad in a simple *churidar* and *kurta*. Her face was a
perfect oval, tapering to a fine chin. Her eyes were elongated,
almond-shaped, lined with *kajal* She had high cheekbones and a fine,
straight nose. Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and
luscious. She had white, even teeth. Her hair was thick and lustrous,
now tied in a plait that reached her buttocks. Her dusky skin was
smooth and clear and soft, the colour and texture of honey. A long,
elegant neck led smoothly to full, high, ripe breasts, superbly formed
and heavy, like succulent mangoes. Her belly was firm and flat, her
waist narrow and her hips flared just so, to neatly curved buttocks
and slender, long, elegant legs. Her arms were smoothly turned, and
her hands and feet were shapely. She wore a long *mangalsutra* around
her neck, a *bindi*, gold earrings, gold finger-rings, silver anklets
and toe-rings. She dropped her dupatta as she approached the man, and
unbuttoned her *kurta*. Beneath, she was naked. 

Before the man, she stopped for a second, her eyes locking with his.
Then her hands slid up his torso, caressing him sensuously, and then
she bent her head and, moaning softly, licked his nipple. The man did
not move. Sayali groaned and tugged at the cord of her *churidar*. It
rustled to her feet and she kicked it aside. Slowly, she drew the
*kurta* off her head. Her breasts were heavy and warm with excitement,
her long nipples rigid, her aureoles puckered. She pressed against
him, caressing his body, writhing her flesh against his, pushing her
hands into his trousers, squeezing his buttocks. Tugging his jeans
down, she slithered to her knees before the man. He kicked his jeans
aside.

Still limp, the man's circumcised penis was eight inches long and
correspondingly thick. It hung from a thatch of neatly trimmed, sparse
pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. His cock and balls were
smoothly shorn. Sayali moaned thickly as she took his cock in her
hands and caressed it lovingly. Jerking it deftly, she stroked her
face with it, her eyes half-closed, her lips fluttering open. His
penis stirred in her hands and she slowly took his cock-head in her
mouth. A slow grin creased the man's face. His belly rippled. Now he
raised his other arm and spread his legs so that he seemed to be
spreadeagled in the doorway. 

Sayali sucked the man's penis hungrily, holding his shaft and jerking
it back and forth. His penis quivered and stirred and began to swell
in her mouth and fingers. The man grunted as his penis grew to an
enormous size, over ten inches long, nearly two inches thick. Slowly,
he flexed his buttocks and slid his hips forward at her face. Sayali
groaned and, gripping his hips, took his cock deeper in her mouth,
sucking feverishly.

The man was a Nigerian Muslim called Hamid and he was an escaped
convict. Arrested for raping the seventeen-year old daughter of the
dean of the college where he was a student, he had jumped bail and
disappeared. Sayali noticed him one afternoon at the market, while she
was shopping for groceries. One look at him and her body blazed with
lust. He walked like a panther, his muscles rippling smoothly under
his tight T-shirt and jeans. When he left the market, she followed him
back to the building. She watched him go inside and waited in her car.
Her body was hot with lust as she gazed at his window, trying to
picture his body and him fucking her demonically, stroking powerfully
in and out of her flesh.

For an entire week, she tailed him from the market, wondering how to
get into the flat and his bed. She toyed with the idea of using the
direct approach -- going up, ringing the bell and offering herself to
him. The more she studied him, the more she wanted him. Fantasising,
shee masturbated with her hand between her legs.

A week after she first saw him, she was sitting in her car, just
slipping into a particularly erotic fantasy of him sodomising her,
when she felt a knife at her throat and heard his voice. He was in the
car, in the back-seat, his lips very close to her ear.

"Outside, bitch," he hissed softly. "Now. One word and I'll rip your
throat."

Sayali stifled a scream of surprise. She flicked a glance at him in
the rear-view mirror. His face was dark and tense. He reached forward
and flicked open her door and shoved her out. Before she could regain
her balance, he was behind her, twisting her arm behind her back, the
knife at her neck, shoving her forward, hustling her into the
building.

"You're hurting me!" she cried, inside.

"Shut up, bitch. Upstairs!"

He pushed her up the stairs, kicked open the door of his flat, shoved
her inside and slammed it behind him. As she stumbled forward and
turned, she heard the bolts click. He advanced toward her menacingly,
holding an enormous glistening knife, one edge saw-toothed. Sayali
went cold with fear and backed away slowly.

"Who are you?" he snarled. "What the fuck do you want? Why're you
following me? Are you with the cops?"

A long, muscular arm shot out and grabbed her by the throat and
slammed her against the wall. Sayali cried out.

The sharp point of the knife pressed to her chin. Sayali froze, her
eyes wide with fear. The man's face was very close to hers, his breath
hot on her face. The knife point slipped  lower, to her throat. Sayali
went cold. The man's eyes bored into hers, and she seemed to see a
glint of excitement deep within. The knife slid sideways and flicked
the pallu of her *sari* off her left shoulder. Her blouse was tight,
cut high and short, its neck wide and low, deeply scooped: her breasts
bulged in its confines, squeezed together in an enticing cleavage. The
lower hem ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out like succulent
fruit. Her long *mangalsutra* dangled around her neck, the twin
strands nestling between her breasts, the amulet on her belly. 

The man dragged the point of the knife down her cleavage to the neck
of her blouse. He paused. Sayali tensed. He increased the pressure.
The knife sliced through her tight blouse. It fell open. Sayali was
naked under it. The man's eyes glittered at the sight of her naked
breasts. Gently, he used the point of the knife to lift the blouse off
her breasts, moved it gently over her nipples and breasts. Despite the
danger of her situation, Sayali felt a frisson of lust and her nipples
blossomed in excitement. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes in
tension. 

For a few seconds, the man toyed with her breasts, running the knife
tenderly around her aureoles and nipples, through her cleavage. He was
obviously very expert; he did not nick her even once. Sayali grew hot
with lust and her nipples throbbed in excitement. The man moved closer
and she gasped softly as she felt his tongue and lips at her ear, the
knife sliding down her belly. He paused and then, with a deft flick,
cut through her *sari* and petticoat. She wore no panties and when the
clothes rustled to her feet, she was completely naked. The knife
slipped to her crotch. Sayali froze as she felt the cold blade at her
cunt-lips.

Then there was a soft click and the pressure of the knife vanished. He
cupped her breasts in both hands and swirled his tongue through her
earlobe, pressing his crotch to hers. Sayali felt a wave of relief
crash over her. Instinctively, she wound her arms around his neck.

"So that's it," the man chuckled softly. "You're chasing black
cockmeat."

Sayali opened her eyes and looked at him. He was devilishly sexy. He
was wearing a sleeveless vest and tight jeans. She slid her hands up
his incredibly muscular torso, caressing its magnificent contours.

"Yes," she whispered. "That's what I want. Ever since I saw you at the
market last week, that's what I've wanted."

"What's your name?"

"Sayali."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. What do they call you?"

He grinned, his dark eyes twinkling. "Hamid."

Sayali smiled. "Hi, Hamid."

She slid her hands under his vest, rucking it up under his arms, and
bent forward to lick his nipple. His hand slid down her belly to her
crotch. His fingers came away wet. He moved them to her face and she
kissed and licked them sensuously, tasting her cunt-juice. Her fingers
slipped to his jeans and she unclasped them, unzipped his fly and slid
one hand into his crotch. Her fingers closed around the enormity of
his penis.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god yes, I want your cock, Hamid … c'mon,
Hamid … fuck me … please … I want you to fuck me …"

Groaning deliriously, Sayali slid to her knees before Hamid and buried
her face in his crotch. For the next three hours, Sayali was fucked
and fucked and fucked, relentlessly and repeatedly. He fucked her in
every orifice, in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass, and then he
started all over. He was untiring, and alternated at will between a
violent, demanding rhythm, plunging greedily into her flesh, ramming
and reaming into her so that her slender, lissom body tossed and
jerked and thrashed uncontrollably under his, to a gentle, rocking,
sawing motion that made her dizzy with pleasure. She came repeatedly
and each orgasm left her thirsting for another. Hamid came again and
again in copious floods, astonishing her with his powers of recovery
and stamina.

Finally sated, they lay in his bed on sheets damp with sweat and sex.
She was on her side and he lay behind her, like two saucers drying in
dish-rack. He pressed his cock to her buttocks and she murmured softly
and squirmed her ass against his crotch, stretching a hand to his
groin. He cupped her breast, twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra*
and rasped the cold metal over her nipple. Sayali shuddered in
excitement as her nipple popped erect.

"You're one hot cunt," he murmured, nuzzling the nape of her nape,
tonguing her ear.

"Thank you," she smiled. "You're quite a stud yourself."

"I know. You're married, aren't you?"

"Yes. A few months ago."

"Are you unhappy in your marriage?"

"On the contrary. It's wonderful."

"Then … why ..."

"I know. It's a bit confusing, and it's a long story."

"We have time."

"Not enough. And I want to know about you."

"That's a long story, too."

"I insist."

"Ladies first."

"Exactly. So my demand is answered first."

Hamid laughed and cupped her breasts. His penis had hardened again and
she moaned softly as he pressed it to her buttocks.

"C'mon bitch … on your front … I want to fuck you again."

Sayali smiled over her shoulder as she turned on her front, lifting
her buttocks to him, offering him her anus without hesitation.

"Want my ass instead?"

For a moment, the Nigerian hesitated, tempted by the sight of her
winking anus as she shuffled her knees apart and, reached back, spread
her buttocks open for his pleasure.

 "You really like butt-fucking me, don't you?" she said.

"Yeh. You've a nice, hot, tight ass and it doesn't hurt you."

"Mm. I like being butt-fucked. And I like that in a guy …"

"What?"

"When he cares whether I'm hurting or not."

"I always care about my women. Fucking them is what I live for."

"Lucky us."

He laughed. "Come on, bitch … in your cunt now … I'll fuck your ass
later."

Sayali murmured in assent and released her buttocks. Reaching between
her legs, leaning on one forearm, she parted her cunt-lips with her
first two fingers forming a wide V. Her Nigerian lover pressed his
cock-head to her cunt-lips.

"Slowly … push it in slowly, lover … let me feel it go in all the
way … OHHH yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes baby yes! That's it ohhh
that's so good … do it Hamid … fuck me! Fuck my slit, baby … fuck
me!"

Kneeling behind her, holding her hips with one hand and his shaft with
the other, Hamid squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. He groaned as
her cunt convulsed and contracted powerfully on his penis. He flexed
his buttocks and slid his hips slowly forward, savouring the exquisite
heat and wetness and tension of her cunt. His cock rasped between her
fingers and plowed into her flesh. Sayali moaned thickly, her head
bowed, her breasts hot, swollen and pendulous, as the enormous cock
tunelled deeper and deeper into her belly. In and in it went,
enormous, hot, hard, throbbing its desire. Sayali groaned and swirled
her hips erotically, grinding and writhing them against his. When his
balls pressed against her cunt-lips, she squeezed them eagerly,
moaning her pleasure. Hamid groaned, his penis throbbing in her clonic
cunt and, his buttocks flexed taut, ground his hips in tight, circular
motions. His penis churned her cunt-flesh, mashing her swollen
clitoris. Sayali shuddered in pleasure and her head arched, her face
suffused with pleasure.

"Now," she groaned. "Fuck me slowly Hamid … fuck me slowly."

Holding her hips, gasping and panting softly, the muscular Nigerian
began to fuck her with slow, grinding thrusts. Sayali gasped and
moaned thickly, jerking and rocking on her forearms and knees under
him. Her breasts and long *mangalsutra* swung back and forth as they
moved. The man moved steadily and unhurriedly, pushing his cock in and
out of her cunt, squeezing it in as far as he could. Sliding his hands
up her body, he cupped and squeezed her hot, heavy breasts. Sayali
writhed in pleasure against him.

Fucking her for the umpteenth time that afternoon, Hamid told her
about his brush with the law. The fact that he was a criminal, wanted
and on the lam only excited her further. She begged him for the
details.

"She was seventeen and randy as hell," he told her. "I used to go to
her house to take tuitions from her old man. He was the dean of the
college and my English was not very good. He was often late coming
from college and there was nobody else at home. His wife -- her mother
-- had died, and her brother is abroad, and the servants are only
part-time. She was fucking good-looking -- nott as pretty as you, but
pretty anyway and real sexy. Had this fire in her cunt. The first
time, she just looked at me in this hungry way she had. The same the
next time, and the time after that. Then we got talking and she began
to sit down and chat while we waited for her dad. Easy bitch … take
it easy … yeh … slow down, whore … yeh … ohhh fuck yes …"

"Do it, Hamid … fuck me … what happened then?"

"Yeah. Fuck, your cunt is hot, babe …"

"Just … just don't stop baby … just keep fucking me ohhh yes …
shove it in slowly lover … ahhhhh yes … ohmayes ohhh god yes!"

"Yeh … so one day, I was waiting as usual and she called me into her
room, and I went in and she was stark naked and frigging on her bed,
using a cucumber or something. No way I could refuse and I fucked her
like crazy, ramming and reaming into her cunt and making her scream
and cry out like a mad woman. She wanted more and more and more. After
that, I got to her place earlier and earlier and we fucked and fucked
like mad."

"And then?"

"We hadn't fucked like for a week or something and both of us were on
the boil and we got going within seconds, right there at the dining
table. She stood on the floor and I fucked her from behind and I was
fucking her real nice and hard like she liked to be fucked when the
old man came in -- just my luck he got out early that day."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah. Real shit. He hit the ceiling and I got the hell out of there
while he was calling the cops. I fucking had nowhere to go and I was
scared shitless, so they caught me within an hour. Chucked me in jail
and fucking beat me for two days. Then up before some asshole judge
who wanted some crazy money for bail and I was in for good."

"How did you get out?"

"These cops are dumb. Coming out of the court, just one pandu on my
wrist and he had to take a leak. He had to piss, can you beat it? So
he unlocked my handcuffs and I was out of there before he could touch
his prick."

Sayali giggled. "How did you get here?"

"I just ran. Fucking ran like mad, and in the most crowded areas where
no one notices and walked and walked and then came here."

"It was empty?"

"Yeah. Absolutely empty. I just grabbed this place. Haven't been out
since, except to buy food. Haven't had a cunt to fuck either. Was
going half-mad till I saw you."

"You saw me?"

"Yeah. First day. Got real scared. Waited. Two days later, saw you
frigging and figured this wasn't cop work."

Sayali laughed softly. "Nothing of the kind."

"Yeah. That's good."

"Mm. Now c'mon Hamid … take me … hard now … fuck me hard … ohhhhh
fuck yes! OHHHH yes … ram it in baby oh Hamid-Hamid-Hamid-Hamid yes
Ohh god yes!"

It was late evening when she finally tore herself away from him. Over
the next two weeks, Sayali arranged her secret finances, her earnings
from Hedon & Venery and quietly bought the adjacent flat in the name
of a cut-out. A week later, and it was painted and furnished and
ready. Hamid kept out of sight while the work was going on. Sayali
visited the flat a couple of times to supervise. Once, ogling the gang
of three painters, lean and muscular youths, she indulged herself and
had them fuck her on the wooden floor, between the high ladders and
cans of paint. They fucked her hungrily and repeatedly and, finally,
at her insistence, all together, in her cunt and mouth and ass. Later
that evening, when Hamid and she inspected the flat, she told him
about it with a twinkle in her eye and, laughing, he grabbed her, bent
her over on of the ladders, lifted her *sari* and, moistening his
fingers with his spittle and lubricating her anus, sodomised her
thoroughly. Sayali loved every minute of it.

She knew she was running a risk. By sheltering a wanted criminal, she
was breaking the law herself. It could not last and, sooner or later,
she would have to tell Jayant and ask for his help. Then, perhaps, she
would have to tell Suresh, too. But not yet. She still had not had her
fill of the Nigerian, and she had no intention of losing him to a
squalid jail. She enjoyed the thrill of secret assignations, of
keeping it from Suresh just for the fun of it. With luck, even once
Jayant knew, she might be able to continue with the arrangement.

That was three months ago and, in that time, Sayali visited him at
least twice a week. Fortunately, her job at Hedon & Venery required
her to report in over the weekend, and she had occasionally spent the
entire time with Hamid, being fucked relentlessly. Their understanding
was clear. Till he was exonerated, he was not to leave the house. She
would provide for him. In return, he was required to fuck her whenever
and for as long she wanted. The arrangement suited Hamid eminently.
She brought him food and drink and pornographic magazines and put in a
TV set with surround sound and a laser disk system and checked out the
latest Hedon & Venery skin flicks for him. He was well looked after,
and wanted for little, and she was an outstanding fuck.

Now she sucked his penis, gripping his hips and rocking her head
rapidly back and forth. Hamid remained as he was, his head bent,
watching her suck his cock, his arms aloft, hands gripping the lintel
of the doorway. He pumped his hips steadily back and forth, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, driving his cock in and out of her
mouth. Her tongue and lips were magical and he felt the heat build and
surge in his groin. The musky taste of his cock aroused her and she
began to masturbate, caressing and squeezing her turgid breasts,
thrusting a hand into her crotch and running a finger in and out of
her wet cunt. Pausing, she rose slightly to squeeze her breasts around
his cock as she licked his navel.

"Are you going to stay like this forever, stud?"

"Yup. You want to fuck, you do the work."

"And I suppose you don't want to fuck?"

"I'm keeping my side of our deal."

"Bastard."

"Probably." Hamid laughed softly at the expression of naked lust on
her face. "Do what you like, bitch. I'm not moving. Fuck yourself on
my cock."

Sayali moaned softly in excitement. She bent her head and sucked his
cock again for a few minutes, hungrily taking him deep in her mouth
and licking his cock-head frantically. He grunted, chuckled.
Whimpering, she rose, kissing and licking his magnificent torso,
sucking his nipples one by one till she was on her feet. Grinding her
cunt against his rampant penis, holding it in one hand and pressing it
to her cunt, she wound an arm around his head and kissed him hungrily,
thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Her breasts were hot and
heavy on his chest.

"God I love your body," she murmured. 

Panting with excitement, she turned around with her back to him.
Spreading her legs wide, she leaned slowly forward, bending her torso
further and further till she was folded almost in half. Her buttocks
and hips were arched upward to his groin. Her hands on her shins,
Sayali shuffled backward slowly. Hamid's rampant penis pressed against
her buttocks. She reached between her legs with one hand and took his
penis and guided it to her cunt. For a second she paused with his
cock-head encircled in her fingers at her cunt-lips. Then her buttocks
spread wide and she slid her hips upward and back with a soft moan and
the cock-head slipped between her fingers and into her cunt. She
shuddered in deep pleasure as the enormity and heat of it bit into her
wet cunt. Hamid held perfectly still. With his cock firmly embedded in
her cunt, Sayali held her shins in both hands and, bent steeply
forward, began to slide her cunt back onto his throbbing erection. The
Nigerian grunted softly, his head bent, watching in fascination as the
young woman's buttocks creased wider and wider open and her juicy,
tight cunt slid back up the length of his monstrous erection. Her cunt
was fiery hot and sodden, and, as it convulsed on his throbbing penis,
he was tempted to yield and thrust into her. He controlled himself
with an effort.

"Ohhh ma unhhh ohhh god you bastard ohhh yes!" Sayali gasped as she
took more and more of his cock into her flesh. "God yes … ohhh god
yes!"

Her buttocks swayed and writhed and began to churn in slow circles,
grinding round with a tight little snap. Her cunt spiralled slowly and
inexorably on the seemingly endless length of his cock. Her long
*mangalsutra* dangled free, sliding up high on the back of her neck.
Her heavy, swollen breasts ached for his touch. She squeezed them with
one hand. Her *mangalsutra* flipped against her chin, and she caught
it in her lips and bit it in tension. His penis was enormous, hot,
hard, thick and heavy and it pulsed slowly and steadily in her flesh.
He was like a statue carved of rock, hard and still. On and on she
went, backing herself onto his cock till, finally, she had him fully
in her cunt. Slowly, her head arched and her head rose, suffused with
lust, the long *mangalsutra* between her lips, her long neck craned,
her breasts succulent and pendulous, their nipples nut-hard. 

The long years of ardent and strenuous fucking had made her supple and
strong. She felt no strain in the odd position. Her long legs took the
tension smoothly and easily. Moaning deep in her throat, she bent
further forward and slid her hands back to clench his calves. Now she
was bent over, her arms stretched back, pinning his body to hers.
Hamid's fingers tightened on the lintel. He waited, taking slow, deep
breaths to control himself. His balls and groin blazed with lust-heat.
She was an incredible piece of ass. 

Holding his legs, her buttocks pressed hard to his crotch, Sayali
groaned and began to grind her hips erotically round and round. His
huge cock mashed her cunt-flesh, rasping over the hard stub of her
inflamed clitoris. She groaned deep in her throat and began to rock
slowly back and forth, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his
cock. Hamid held perfectly still and watched as her cunt-lips moved
along his shaft. Her cunt convulsed on his penis and he groaned. Her
buttocks slapped gently against his thighs, pressed against his balls.
Hamid longed to grab her hips and fuck her hard, to ram his cock into
her cunt. He controlled himself and made her continue working for her
pleasure.

Sayali's head swam with delirious pleasure. The strain of the position
made the blood rush to her head. She opened her mouth and dropped the
long *mangalsutra* from her lips and moaned. Her fingers dug into his
thighs.

"Ohhhh ma uhhh Ohhh Hamid yes! Ohhh yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasped.

Her face flushed with the effort and the lust that burned in her
loins, Sayali rocked back and forth in front of her sex-slave,
impaling herself repeatedly on his enormous tumescence. Her breasts
jiggled and her *mangalsutra* swung back and forth with her movements.

"C'mon damn you! Move! Fuck me! Do it, you son of a bitch! Fuck me!
Fuck me hard! Fuck me, bastard! Fuck me!" she cried deliriously.

Hamid chuckled softly. "No free lunches, bitch. You want to fuck, you
work for it."

"Bastard," she hissed, clenching her teeth. "Oh you bastard!"

Hamid laughed and abruptly swung his hips in a vicious, snapping arch.
Sayali cried out, her face contorting, as his huge cock ground through
her cunt-flesh, mashing over her distended clitoris. Her buttocks
swayed and writhed erotically, pressing back at his loins. She slid
forward, rocked back, and he swung his hips again. This time, she was
ready for it and, with a shuddering gasp, she rolled her hips in
unison. The pleasure was intense and satisfying.

"Let's see if you can take it in your ass like this, whore," Hamid
laughed softly. "Show me how hot you really are!"

Sayali loved having her butt fucked. There was nothing quite as
wonderful as the algedonic pleasure of a thick, hot, hard and long
cock in her anus. Moaning, she lurched unsteadily forward and slipped
her cunt off his cock. She straightened slowly and leaned against
Hamid, writhing her buttocks against his cock, squeezing her breasts,
and turned her face to his. He kissed her and she sucked hungrily on
his tongue. Moaning, she turned and slid to her knees and began
sucking his cock again. She could taste her cunt on his cock and it
added to her excitement. She sucked his penis hungrily, her head
rocking back and forth between his legs.

"God, I love your body, you bastard," she hissed sensuously as she
rose.

Turning again, she bent forward slowly and, reaching back, clawed her
buttocks open. Gingerly, she shuffled backward, her body weight
carried on the balls of her feet. His penis slipped into the cleft
between her buttocks, slipped away, found her anus again. She paused
with the cock-head at her asshole and then, slowly, pressed herself
backward. The huge cock-head popped into her anus. She stopped, tensed
and gasped, her head snapping up, her face contorting in lust and
excitement. 

"Oh fuck yes! Ohhh ma yes!" she cried.

Hamid held still, his magnificently muscled chest heaving, his mouth
hanging open. His cock throbbed powerfully in her anus, which
convulsed in a frenzy on his penis.

"C'mon, whore! More!" he grunted. "Take it all! C'mon!"

Sayali's head swam with excitement and pain and pleasure. She moaned,
wincing, her face twisting in an agony of joy, and digging her fingers
into his strong thighs, pulled herself backwards. Her anus drove onto
his rigid penis, making him gasp loudly, and her face jerked up,
contorting in a trismus of lust as the huge penis seared into her rear
channel. Her buttocks split wide open and his penis disappeared into
her asshole as she lurched backward onto his penis. Now he moved,
thrusting his hips savagely forward with a sharp cry, his head
snapping back, and his penis plowed deep into her anus. Sayali
shrieked at the unexpected invasion, her lips jerking back over her
perfect teeth in a rictus of lust and pain and she almost stumbled
forward. Her hands dug into his legs and she cried out, her head
arched high.

"Ohmaunhhh OHHHH unhh OHH Hamid! Hamid! Hamid! OHHHH!"

Gasping and moaning, she jerked herself back and forth on his penis
and he moved with her, thrusting his hips back and forth, burying his
cock in her tight, clonic asshole. Sayali trembled and shuddered, her
head spinning with joy and she rocked frantically on her feet, pushing
her ass deeper and deeper onto his cock, wanting him to go on and on
and on. The orgasm hit her suddenly, like a thunderclap, and her anus
convulsed frantically on his penis. Hamid gasped and moaned, pushing
his hips forward, flexing his buttocks, driving his penis deep into
her asshole. Gasping, she lurched off his cock and fell to the floor
on all fours, panting and moaning, her chest heaving.

"Come on, whore … suck my prick … I want to cream in your face," her
sex-slave gasped.

Moaning, she turned and sucked his cock again, taking him deep in her
mouth. His cock tasted of jizz and cunt and ass and it made her dizzy
with pleasure. She sucked him deeply, hungrily, slowly, her head
rolling from side to side, moving back and forth. He gasped softly as
the heat surged from his loins. She moaned, sensing his orgasm and,
leaning back, opened her mouth wide under his cock. The jizz spurted
from his cock and shot into her eager mouth and spattered her face and
breasts as she jerked his shaft in her fist.

Hamid had awesome powers of recuperation, aided considerably by the
high doses of Hedon & Venery aphrodisiacs he took daily. Today,
expecting her to be in high heat after an unwontedly long interval of
several days, he had taken an especially strong dose. The drugs were
extremely potent, and enabled him to retain a massive erection for
several hours, and facilitated numerous orgasms. His erect penis
continued to throb and pulse before her face. Now he grinned and,
finally, let his arms drop. Holding her head, he pulled it to his cock
again.

"Now," he grunted. "Now we're going to fuck good, babe … c'mon, suck
it!"

Groaning, Sayali started sucking his cock again. This time he fucked
her mouth, rocking her head in his hands to suit his pleasure while he
pumped his hips powerfully back and forth. Pre-cum gunk spurted into
her mouth and she moaned and swallowed it happily. Masturbating as she
sucked him, Sayali stoked her lust-fires. 

When he pulled her to her feet, Sayali was whimpering with excitement.
They kissed and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, letting him
taste the gunk on her lips. Her jizz-flecked body was sticky and hot
against his. Gobs of jizz dribbled down her face, over and between her
breasts, beaded her long *mangalsutra*. Hamid caressed her slender
body and his hands moved down to grip her buttocks. He squeezed them
in his hands and she understood and, with a slight hop, jumped into
his arms. He took her weight easily, his powerful muscles rippling
smoothly. She wound her legs about his lean hips and clenched his
shoulders. Her face was radiant, softly suffused with lust, her lips
parted, her nostrils flared, her eyes shining with excitement. She
kissed him sexily, plucking his lips with her, sucking his tongue, and
tongued his ear.

"C'mon, Hamid … fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, lover! Fuck me hard!"

Her cunt hovered over his cock. She reached down to guide him to her
cunt-lips. He paused and then, suddenly, without warning, flexed his
buttocks and thrust his hips forward, simultaneously jerking her down
onto his cock. Sayali's back bowed and her long neck arched and her
face snapped upward, her mouth jerking open in a shrill cry as the
huge, hot, hard penis surged into her cunt.

"OhmaunhhOHHHHHHHHHHunhhhOHHHHH!" Sayali cried.

 Her cunt convulsed frenetically on his throbbing cock and he swung
his hips with a wicked, snapping motion, keeping her pinned to his
groin. His cock mashed her cunt-flesh and inflamed clitoris and she
gasped and whimpered, her chest heaving, holding his face in her hands
and kissing him feverishly. He rammed into her and she clawed at his
thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. Her legs and thighs tightened
around his hips and she jerked and moaned, writhing and gasping
feverishly, grinding her hips at his.

"Yes!" she whimpered. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me lover! Fuck my
slit! Fuck me hard, lover, do it!" she cried. 

Her breasts were hot and hard against his chest, her rigid nipples
scraping against his flesh. Holding her, he moved across the room.
Every step made his cock angle into her cunt and she moaned and gasped
frantically as he carried her to the dining table. He eased her down
onto her back, bending his knees. Sayali groaned and lay back, arching
her hips to his, spreading her legs wide. She clawed her cunt-lips
open and squeezed her breasts with one hand.

"C'mon Hamid … fuck me … fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

The Nigerian chuckled, his handsome face creased in pleasure. Her cunt
was a hot, tight vortex that sucked and squeezed his penis with
frantic eagerness. Her loveliness was accentuated by the naked lust on
her face. Hamid pulled her legs wider apart and ground his cock slowly
into her cunt.

"Like it, hah, bitch? Like having a hot cock in your slit, hah?"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Hamid, fuck
me!"

Hamid straightened and pulled her legs wide, his hands under her
knees, and began fucking her with long, deep thrusts. Sayali moaned
and thrashed in delight on the table, her face turned to one side, her
body jerking and lurching under his deep, skewering thrusts. She
squeezed her breasts with one hand, the other on her flat, sucked-in
belly, her fingers spread, the first two pulling her cunt-lips wide
open to receive his pistoning penis. Her hips heaved and pumped and
her breath was ragged and hoarse. She twined her fingers in her
*mangalsutra* and rasped the hard beads over her rigid nipples,
moaning her pleasure.

"Ohhh uhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes! Fuck me! Ohhh uhhh Ohh uhh ohhh uhh
ohhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhhh oh oh oh oh!" she cried.

"C'mon take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it you fucking whore! Take
it all! Ohh fuck yes! Ohhh yes! Mm … yeh … that's it! Take it …
OhhuhhAhhh yes! Ohhh yes! C'mon whore c'mon!"

Now Hamid released her legs and began moving faster. She pulled her
knees up, keeping her crotch wide open. He put a hand on her belly and
rocked his hips faster and faster back and forth, his head bent,
watching his monstrous penis sawing in and out of her cunt. His hips
swung and snapped back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed
powerfully. On the table, Sayali gasped and cried out, her body
jerking and lurching under his thrust. He slid his hand up her body
and squeezed her breasts in excitement as he moved faster and faster
still. Suddenly, both hands on her breasts, leaning forward and
crushing them under his weight, he began swinging his hips violently
in tight, snapping circles. Round and round his hips churned and
Sayali's back arched and her mouth flew open in shock and pleasure as
his huge cock entered her from all angles. He hit a furious rhythm,
ramming rapidly in and out of her cunt, then abruptly switched to the
grinding, spiralling, skewering action, and, without warning, shifted
into high gear again, slamming his hips back and forth. Sayali went
wild, gasping and moaning, her back arching and falling, her body
tossing and thrashing in frenzy, caught in the tidal wave of a
mind-blowing orgasm.

He did not come. Now he was in total, masterful control. Slipping
smoothly out of her cunt, he pulled her thighs wide open and drove his
face into her crotch. Sayali gasped and arched, her hips lurching
under his face. His tongue was thick and heavy and it pressed into her
flesh, probing and questing in the wet flesh, toying with her inflamed
clitoris. Sayali squeezed her breasts in excitement, and her body
writhed and jerked gently as though she was being fucked. Her face,
creased with lust, flipped languorously from side to side.

"Ohhh yes! Do it, baby! Lick my slit! Mm … yes! Ohh fuck yes …
there! Ahh yes, there, ohhh yes … do it, lover! Do it! Lick my cunt!"

Hamid probed and delved deeper into the moschate grotto. He arched a
thick finger into her cunt and it convulsed eagerly. He pushed a
second, and then a third into her slit. Sayali gripped his head. Her
cunt heaved and pumped under his face, writhing ecstatically. The
Nigerian sex-slave pumped his hand at her cunt, ramming his fingers in
and out of her slit which streamed with cunt-juice, while his tongue
flickered like lightning in the tender flesh. He flicked the hard stub
of her clitoris and scraped it with his teeth. Drawing it between his
lips, he sucked gently, nibbled it. Sayali's back arched and the
breath rushed from her throat. Her long neck craned back. She crushed
her breasts in her hands and the orgasm crashed over fiery hot and
burning bright.

"OH! UH … OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Gently, Hamid continued fucking her cunt with his fingers and tongue
till her orgasm ebbed. Sayali whimpered, writhing on the dining table,
her chest heaving with excitement, her breath in ragged gasps. She,
too, had taken several aphrodisiacs and her lust was still unsated.
She caressed his head. Hamid paused and, drawing her off the table to
the floor, turned her around and bent her forward. She leaned on the
surface on her forearms, her legs spread wide.

Hamid licked three fingers and lubricated her anus. "Want it in your
ass again, whore?" he murmured. 

"Anywhere," she gasped, her buttocks writhing. "Just do it!"

For a minute he was tempted by the puckered flesh of her tight anus.
He debated briefly and decided to fuck her cunt first. Creasing her
buttocks open in his fingers, he pressed his cock-head to her cunt.
She reached down and guided him into her sodden slit. Slowly, he
flexed his buttocks and, with a sigh of relief and pleasure, slid his
hips forward. His cock ran into her cunt smoothly and deeply. Sayali
gasped and lurched forward on the table, her head rising. Her cunt
spasmed on his huge penis. He slid his hands up her body and cupped
her pendulous breasts. They were hot and heavy with lust, and her
nipples were nut-hard. Sayali whimpered in pleasure, her buttocks
writhing. Deeper and deeper he went, on and on, in and in, and her
head whirled with delight. His cock was enormously thick and long and
hot and hard, and it probed and touched every bit of her flesh.
Gently, he swirled his hips and she moaned as his cock entered her
from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh and throbbing clitoris.

"Oh … uhhh … ohhh … uhhh yes! Ohhh god yes uhhh oh ma unhh ohhh uhh
oh ma unhhh … Ohhh uhhh yes! Fuck … me … yes … ohhh god yes! Fuck
me Hamid! Fuck me! Ohhhhh baby yes! More! Shove it in, lover! Shove it
all in! Fuck me hard, baby! OHHHHHH!"

Hamid groaned. Her cunt was a hot, tight vortex that sucked and
squeezed his cock feverishly. He gripped her hips and pushed himself
into her, going in to the hilt. He paused to savour the wonderful heat
and tightness of her cunt.

"Mm … yeh! Ohhh fuck, yes! C'mon bitch, take it! Ohhh yeh! Your
cunt's so hot … so tight … take it, whore! Take it all!"

Holding her hips, his head bent, he began fucking her with long,
smooth punishing thrusts. She gasped and moaned, lurching and rocking
back and forth under him, her lovely back curved inward, her head
arched. His cock appeared and disappeared between the curves of her
buttocks, grinding and squelching and rasping in and out of her cunt,
moving steeply. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung
smoothly in an erotic cadence. Her cries were sharp and staccato. He
began moving faster, his fingertips in the small of her back, rocking
her body back and forth before her, dragging her cunt up and down the
length of his erection. Her body jerked and lurched under his thrusts,
her breasts and the long *mangalsutra* swinging. Faster and faster he
went, his hips rocketing furiously now with a snapping action, his
thighs pummelling her buttocks, cannoning off her flesh. His cock
rammed and reamed and plunged greedily into her cunt. He arched his
head and gasped, wincing as her cunt convulsed in a frenzy on his
penis. Sayali's body blazed with lust and she jerked herself back and
forth, impaling her cunt on his penis. With a shuddering cry, she came
violently and her cunt contracted uncontrollably on his pistoning cock
as it sawed vigorously in and out of her flesh.

"OHHHHHH uhhhh OH OH OH OH Ohmaunhhh OHHHH!" she cried.

Hamid gasped and moaned and thrust deep into her with savage swings of
his hips. His cock rammed into her cunt once, twice, three, four,
five, six, seven times and then he held still, buried deep in her
flesh, as the undeniable lustfire from his loins burst from his cock.
Sayali gasped in pleasure as she felt the sharp, hot, stinging shards
of jizz spurt in an endless flood into her sodden cunt.

Slowly, he slid out of her, slapped her buttocks lightly, chuckling.
She murmured softly, her chest heaving, and waited to catch her
breath. Straightening, she turned in his arms and kissed him gently,
her arms wound about his shoulders, her body grinding against his.

"God, I love the way you fuck me," she murmured, sucking his tongue.

He laughed, caressing her sweating body, her breasts, her buttocks. "I
love the way you get fucked."

She fondled his penis. "Let me suck you."

"Mm. Later. Take five."

Sayali sighed and leaned her head on his deep chest, caressing the
contours of his magnificent torso. "Oh, baby," she murmured. "What am
I going to do when this ends?"

"Why should it end, babe?"

She looked at him and thought of her lovers and husband and her crazy,
wonderful, sex-filled world. "Because, my beautiful black hero, it
must end. We can't go on like this. You're in danger every minute of
every day. This must stop. I'll have to do something."

"Like what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know yet. I haven't thought about it. Perhaps
I'll speak to a friend. He's a lawyer."

"I hate lawyers. Bloodsucking bastards."

"Not this one. He's one of my lovers. Incredible."

"Better than me?"

"If you must know, yes. Much better. The best I've known."

Hamid arched an eyebrow. "My, my. He must be something then," he said
in surprise.

"Believe me, he is."

"Can you trust him?"

"With all my heart. More than anyone else in the world."

"More than Suresh?"

"Yes."

"And will you have to tell Suresh, too?"

"Sooner or later. I like not telling him. Sneaking off like this. It's
very sexy."

"Mm. Will he get mad?"

She laughed. "Not a chance. Considering the amount he makes me fuck so
that he can make money, he wouldn't dare."

"I'm worried. Things could go wrong."

"Don't worry, my beloved stud. They won't. Come on, I'll get something
to eat. You must be hungry."

Hamid grinned and followed her into the bright, airy kitchen. He sat
on a stool and watched as she put on an apron over her naked body and
bustled about, making iced tea and grilled sandwiches. He loved the
sight of her slender, dusky, curved nudity as she moved about, humming
softly to herself. Her body was firm and trim from long hours and many
years of strenuous sex. Her breasts and buttocks moved enticingly, and
her long plait hung down her straight, superbly postured back with its
dipped-in spine to just above her derriere. He enjoyed her,
masturbating slowly, stroking his erection.

"What are you gaping at?" she said, glancing at him sidelong as she
lifted the sandwiches out of the griller.

"You. Your body."

"You're a sex maniac, you know that?"

He laughed. "Me? What about you?"

She giggled, arranging the sandwiches on two plates and setting a tray
with long glasses of the iced tea.

"What about me?"

"If I'm a sex maniac, that makes you a sex fiend, doesn't it?"

"Mm. Why don't we just test that theory?" 

She turned to him and knelt on the floor between his legs and kissed
his thick, long, hard cock. The apron barely covered her breasts and
her back was naked. He caressed her face and stroked her head. She
smiled and rested her face on his thigh and gently licked his
cock-head. Hamid grunted. Slowly, she took it in her lips and sucked
on just the tip. Hamid groaned as her wily tongue swirled over his
cock-head, trying to pierce his cock-slit. She slid the apron off her
shoulders and her hands moved up her body to cup and squeeze her
breasts. Hamid saw that her nipples were already stiff. He reached
down and caressed them, enjoying the weight and fleshy heat of them in
his hands. She murmured as he rolled her rigid nipples in his palms.
Her head shuffled forward and she took more of his cock in her mouth,
gently pumping his shaft in her long, elegant fingers. Hamid felt his
balls surge afresh. He spread his legs wider and she turned her face,
burying it deep in his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth and
sucking and licking it with mounting excitement. Hamid moaned thickly,
his head bent, watching her.

"C'mon … suck it … yeh … that's good … suck it harder, bitch … oh
fuck yes ohhh yeh! Mm … yeh … that's it … yeh … suck it, cunt …
suck my cock!"

Sayali sucked her sex-slave's cock eagerly, her lust mounting. His
cock felt wonderful between her lips and under her tongue and teeth.
She could taste his jizz and her cunt and ass juices on it, and that
aroused her further. Her body tingled with excitement, her breasts
heavy and hot, her cunt already damp.

"C'mon whore … sit on my prick," Hamid grunted, pushing her head
away.

Smiling wantonly, Sayali rose and slipping out of the apron straddled
his lap, her legs wide on either side of his hips. Rising on her toes,
she lifted her cunt over his cock, holding his shaft in her fingers
and guiding it to her hole. With a deep-throated moan, biting her
lower lip, she impaled herself smoothly and deeply on his bloated
penis in one long rushing thrust, forcing her cunt on his cock till
she had it all inside her. His penis seared in her flesh, hot and hard
and thick and long, filling her cunt. She ground her hips on his lap,
her arms on his shoulders, holding his face and kissing him
sensuously, licking his ear, sucking his lips, parrying his tongue
with hers. He squeezed her breasts and his hands slid down to her
buttocks, moving her hips in tight circles on his lap. Parting her
buttocks, he pressed his fingertips to her anus. She groaned and
arched her back and, lifting her breast, fed it to his mouth.

"C'mon Hamid … suck my tits … mm … yes … ohh fuck yes!" she
gasped.

His tongue whipped her nipple rapidly and then his teeth scraped along
the sharp point. Sayali moaned, writhing in pleasure on his lap. Her
knees spread outward and she pressed her toes to the floor and began
to move on his cock, rocking up and down, her hands on his chest. Her
breasts rubbed on his hard chest and her cunt slid up and down the
length of his thick shaft. 

"More!" he gasped. "Faster!"

Groaning, she obeyed, her legs bending and straightening, her back
arched, her breasts thrust out, her hips grinding and spiralling
downward on his cock. He squeezed her breasts, sucked them again, held
her hips and moved her up and down. Her long *mangalsutra* danced
between their bodies. Her belly sucked inwards and she hissed in
pleasure, moving and writhing faster and faster.

"C'mon whore c'mon c'mon c'mon!" he cried.

"Ohh yes! Ohhh fuck yes! Yes! Ohhh uhhh Ohhh uhhh Ohhh uhh OH OH OH OH
OHH uhhh OHHHH!" Sayali panted.

She stopped before the orgasm hit her and eased herself off his cock,
panting and gasping. Turning around, she straddled his lap again, her
back to him this time. Reaching between her legs and into his groin,
she took his cock and moved it to her cunt. With a shuddering moan,
she sank her cunt on his hardness. Hamid grunted, leaning back
slightly to give her greater access, watching transfixed as her cunt
swallowed his swollen penis deeply. Her cunt contracted and squeezed
his cock. He grabbed her hips and swung her body around on his cock.
She groaned, arching her head, her hands on her breasts and moved with
him. Gasping and panting, she began to rock up and down on his penis.
Her belly sucked inward and she hissed in pleasure as he crushed her
breasts in his hands. Her hand lay flat on her belly, spreading her
cunt-lips wide open for his cock. Reaching down, she cupped and
squeezed his balls, moaning obscene encouragement he scarcely needed. 

"Ohhh yes!" she gasped. "Ohh god yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard!"

Leaning back against him, she looped a slender arm over his head and
pulled his mouth to hers. He squeezed her breasts with one hand and
kissed her, tongued her ear. His other hand circled her flat belly and
he flicked her clitoris with his fingertip. She gasped, arching,
writhing and now the fire was uncontainable and she exploded, her cunt
spasming frantically on his cock. It was too much for him to bear and
he jerked her up and down on his cock rapidly, her breasts bouncing,
her *mangalsutra* tossing and slapping on her flesh and then he, too,
lost control. Pulling her cunt down deep onto his cock he groaned and
exploded, making her gasp as his hot jizz seared into her cunt.

Later, they carried the sandwiches and tea to the bedroom and ate in
bed, watching the latest Hedon & Venery pornographic epic. It featured
some stunning women and incredibly well-endowed men. Like all Hedon &
Venery films, it was extremely slick with high production values. The
detail was awesome, the camerawork fluid and sensual, the music an
erotic throb. They grew excited watching and Hamid rolled Sayali onto
her side and fucked her from behind. She moaned as his huge cock
passed between her buttocks and up into her cunt. Then he began to
fuck her greedily, hammering his hips at her buttocks, holding her hip
and shoulder and jigging and jerking her rapidly up and down on his
cock. Her face contorted with excitement and her breasts jiggled and
bounced as he pummelled her buttocks with his hips. She came violently
and he gasped at the frantic convulsions of her cunt.

Slowly, he slid out of her and turned her on her front. Pressing his
cock-head to her anus, he lifted her buttocks high, kneeling across
her hips. Sayali moaned, her shoulders and face on the bed, her back
arched, her hips and anus raised to his pleasure.

"I love fucking a broad's ass," he grunted softly, his tongue in her
ear.

"And very well you do it, too. Slowly now … Ohunhhh oh HamiIIIIIIID
unhhh OHHHHHHHHHHHHH yes ohhh … oh god yes … OHHHh yes baby yes!
C'mon … deeper Hamid … shove it in all the way … do it baby yes!"

Kneeling over her hips, his knees deeply bent, the Nigerian flexed his
buttocks slowly and squeezed his enormous cock into Sayali's anus. Her
face contorted in a rictus of lust as the searing heat of his cock
burned her rear channel. In and in it went, delving and squeezing deep
into her asshole, which convulsed and contracted frantically. Hamid
groaned softly, his handsome head arched, his fingers digging into the
soft flesh of her buttocks as he buried himself in her anus. Her
breath was ragged, staccato and sharp and her buttocks writhed and
swayed erotically against his.

"C'mon fuck me! Fuck my ass, Hamid! Do it! Ohhhhhhhhh yes!" she cried
as her handsome Nigerian sex-slave sodomised her heavily.

Two weeks later, Sayali got the chance to speak with Jayant. They were
at his penthouse by the huge swimming pool. All around them, there
were men and women chatting, laughing, eating, drinking, but mostly
fucking.

On the lawn, Sayali saw three men fucking a lovely young seventeen
year old simultaneously in her cunt and ass and mouth. Her slender,
curved body thrashed and writhed between theirs. The men were all
servants. Across the pool, Jayant's wife, Mala was being fucked
heavily by a handsome peon. Elsewhere, her sister, Bhavana and cousin
Shilpa were being fucked furiously by a gang of six men.

"Having fun?" Jayant murmured gently.

Sayali looked down at him as he sprawled on the deck-chair, his
enormous cock embedded in her cunt and smiled sensuously. He was the
sexiest, most handsome and proficient lover she had ever known.

"Yes. Thank you for asking me."

"You're welcome. You're exceptionally good."

Sayali smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts hot in his
hands. Her hips swirled deftly on his cock as she tongued his ear
lasciviously.

"Jayant," she said. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Mm. Ask."

Sayali told him her secret. Jayant listened, as he always did, in
complete silence. When she had finished, he laughed silently, his body
shaking. She looked at him curiously.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he chuckled. "It's no secret, you know. I've known about
this for a long time, almost since it began."

"What?"

"Yes. I'm very careful about my staff. It wouldn't take much to blow
the whole thing out of the water, it's so fragile. So we've had you
followed and the flat is bugged and taped. I've got a whole month's
worth of great footage of you and Hamid."

Sayali stared at him and then began to laugh. Jayant grinned and
squeezed her breasts, his hands sliding down her body. She shivered as
he rocked up and down beneath her, and gasped softly.

"So now you want me to get him off the hook?"

"Can you?"

"Anything's possible," he shrugged. "I can't give you any promises.
I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," she said, kissing him, knowing that now he would stop at
nothing to keep his word. "Thank you."

He asked her to stay when everyone else had gone and took her to bed
in his bedroom, where his wife was already fucking one of the
servants. They watched them for a while, both aroused by Mala's wanton
beauty and skilled sex. Jayant decided that he wanted Sayali alone,
and they moved to another bedroom. He fucked her slowly and
repeatedly, with deep relish and enjoyment, sampling her in every
orifice, and then starting over again.

Sayali finally fell asleep at dawn, her limbs leaden, her mind numb,
her body tingling and throbbing with the exquisite sensations of his
caresses and fucking, sheathed in sweat and sex. Several hours later,
she woke alone. Stumbling out of bed, she washed and cleaned up and
then, tying her hair, clad in his large, loose thin *kurta*, she
wandered out to look for him. She found him in his superbly appointed
study, at his desk, speaking quietly and rapidly into the phone,
making notes on a small pad. She stopped at the door, asking silently
for his permission to enter. He waved her in and, holding out his
hand, drew her onto his lap. He was wearing only his tiny, high
swimming trunks. She sat on his lap and sucked his earlobe, caressing
his chest, licked his ear. He slid a hand up her *kurta* and fondled
her breasts and slit. Sayali licked his nipple. Her breasts swelled in
his hands. He swivelled his chair around and she giggled and slid down
to her knees. He lifted his hips to let her take off his briefs and,
murmuring softly in pleasure, she buried her face in his crotch.
Jayant continued speaking on the telephone as she sucked his cock, and
moved her head up and down with one hand. Finally, he finished, and
pulled her up and kissed her deeply and hungrily, his hands on her
breasts and cunt. Her cunt was already wet and he smiled in pleasure
at the discovery. She moaned as he began to suck her breasts and then
he pushed her down on the desk and, spreading her legs, pressed his
face into her crotch. Sayali did not need to ask. She knew that he had
done her the favour already.

A week later, Hamid was a free man. All charges were dropped for lack
of evidence. The tutor was neutralised: he received several explicit
video-tapes and brutally detailed photographs of his daughter engaged
in every conceivable sexual activity with a variety of men and women.
Sayali celebrated with a long weekend with Hamid. Finally, on Sunday
afternoon, she took him to The Apistia, where he was formally employed
as a gigolo. He had his first engagement an hour later, performing on
stage. 

The woman was a dusky, curved woman in her mid-twenties, called
Madhavi. She had silky hair caught in a high pony-tail, a pretty face
with a pointed chin, fine nose, large, lustrous *kajal*-rimmed eyes
and a sexy mouth. Her skin was smooth and clear, with some attractive
dark beauty spots on her face. Her body was trim, with full breasts
and flared hips. Sayali watched as Hamid held her hips and ground his
cock into her cunt. She gasped at the audience and lifted her head,
her buttocks squirming in unfaked pleasure against his groin. He
squeezed her swollen, pendulous breasts and tongued her ear
lasciviously.

"Ohhh yes!" Madhavi gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Hamid! Fuck me hard!"

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