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-- F.L. Byrste flbyrste@thevortex.com

** Sledgehammer **

by F. L. Byrste <flbyrste@thevortex.com>

-- story online at
http://www.hostwebsite.com/~cyrene/prose/hough/sledhamr.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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The stifling April heat came up off the noisy streets in shimmering
waves. The air-conditioner in Sheila's chamber was too old and weary
to beat the sun's relentless onslaught effectively. The small, bright
room was warm and close. 

A thin trickle of perspiration started at Sheila's throat and trickled
sexily down between her large, heavy breasts. She shivered slightly in
pleasure. The heat didn't bother her much -- in fact, she rather
enjoyed the slightly tacky, sexy feeling it gave her skin. Now, as the
rivulet of sweat coursed through her deep cleavage, she felt aroused.
Slowly, her breasts grew heavier and more turgid and her nipples
hardened. Another stream of sweat started in the small of her back and
slid through the hollowed channel of her spine to her buttocks,
inveigling itself into the cleft between the luscious orbs, caressing
her anus. Her arousal grew steadily. A wet warmth began to spread in
her crotch. Her breath came shorter and her lovely lips parted, her
nostrils flaring.

The words and letters swam before her eyes, retreated out of focus.
Sheila sighed. There was no point in resisting. She had never been
able to fight this for any length of time and had long abandoned the
pretence. She pushed away the papers before her, tossed down the
ball-point pen and, taking off her glasses, leaned back in her chair
with her eyes closed. 

The sensations spread slowly through her body and she savoured them
slowly, with a meditative appreciation. Her cunt was damp and she felt
the first, delicious beads of cunt-juice seep between her thighs. She
had forsworn all underwear a long time ago. Slowly she parted her
thighs, then pushed them together, rubbing them gently. Her breasts
felt heavier and harder and she could sense the quivering tension in
her nipples. Without quite being conscious of it, she flicked open the
top two buttons of her tight white blouse. It was the kind she wore to
work, with a short mandarin collar, half-sleeved, and cut tight and
short under her breasts which thrust out proudly over its lower hem.

The heat fanned out through her loins and body. She shuddered slightly
and forced herself to open her eyes. The hunger gnawed at her soul and
she needed to put it to rest, albeit temporarily. She needed a man.
She needed a fuck. In the office that was not a problem. Arun, her
peon, a lean, handsome youth had, for the last couple of years, met
her sexual demands with a gleeful, exuberant zest.

She swivelled her chair and put her finger to the bell that would
summon him. As she turned, her gaze fell to the street below. In the
quotidian clamour and bustle of the busy street, she saw a lone man
working at a cabling trench on the sidewalk. He was wielding a huge
sledgehammer against a piton stuck in the concrete slabs. Sheila
froze. 

The man was very dark, extremely well-muscled. He wore faded trousers
rolled up to just below the knees and a singlet with deeply cut away
sleeves. She watched him move, smoothly and rhythmically, no jerky
motions, his powerful muscles rippling and cording sexily as he swung
the hammer over his head and brought it down on the piton. His
shoulders were wide and strong, slightly curved with the packed
strength and his back swept inward down to his high hips and narrow
waist. His chest was broad and deeply cleaved, his belly was hard and
flat. His torso appeared to be hairless. She could see that his arms
and forearms were thick and bulging with muscle. He was quite
good-looking, too, with thick, dark hair, a straight nose, a wide
mouth and a square jaw. He sported a dark mustache, but his cheeks and
chin were clean-shaven. She could see his teeth were strong and white
when he bared his lips and exhaled with the exertion.

A frisson of excitement stabbed Sheila deep in her belly. She
moistened her lips, staring down at the man who worked on oblivious to
her gaze. She watched his body move, his muscles and sinews cording
and rippling like snakes under his tightly drawn skin. There was not
an ounce of fat on his body. She imagined what his hands, hard and
callused, would feel like on her breasts and nipples. His tongue would
be thick and heavy as it explored her mouth and cunt. And his cock --
his cock had to be big and thick and heavy. It would take long to
arouse and would last erect for a long time while he invaded her
mouth, fucked her tits, plundered her cunt and, perhaps even, pillaged
her ass.

Sheila's body trembled with lust. She jabbed the bell button
frantically. Arun rushed into her chamber. He saw her face and
understood as he followed her eyes, saw the man working on the street
below.

"Him," Sheila said in tight voice. "I want him. Get him for me."

Arun hid the quick jolt of excitement that leaped through to his
loins. He would have liked to fuck her -- Sheila was a talented and
eager broad, but this was good too. He had done it before -- his
duties as her peon were very loosely defined. She always allowed him
to watch her fuck the men he procured for her and when her visitor had
finished, to take his own pleasure with her. Perhaps she might even
let them both fuck her together. That had happened before, too.

Over the last couple of years, Sheila had brought this kind of casual
sex down to a fine art. There was a doctor who had rooms down the
corridor from her office, a general practitioner struggling to make
his mark. Sheila found him attractive and, one steamy Saturday
afternoon, when he was alone, no patients waiting to see him, she had
called on him and got herself very thoroughly checked on his examining
table. He proved to be a virile, enthusiastic and talented lover,
surprisingly knowledgeable for one so young. He fucked her heavily and
methodically and finally came in her mouth and over her breasts.
Later, he explained that he was deeply interested in sexology and had
researched extensively, acquiring wide first-hand field experience.
Sheila loved the hyperbole and made him demonstrate his expertise
again. He responded by sodomizing her thoroughly. Sheila was
overjoyed.

The young doctor readily agreed to examine on a priority basis any new
lovers she might take in return for their continued liaison. It was a
eminently satisfactory arrangement and it paid dividends at just such
times. Sheila knew that Arun would bribe the labourer, tell him what
to do, have him wash his cock and ass, bathe if necessary in the
common toilet downstairs, and then have him examined by the doctor for
any signs of contagion. It would take thirty minutes or so before the
labourer came to her.

She was impatient, trying to fight the growing lust flowering through
her body. She closed her eyes and sank into an erotic reverie,
fantasizing about sex with her newest lover. Her arousal mounted and,
getting up, she undid her *sari*, a simple black-on-white printed
garment. Dropping her petticoat and tossing it aside, she draped the
*sari* again, winding it loosely around her waist and tucking the
pleats in below her belly, so that with a single tug the entire six
yards of cloth would come undone. She wore it low, beneath her navel
and riding high on her hips. Her firm, slightly rounded belly, curved
sexily outward.

She finished dressing just in time. The man came in sooner than she
had expected. The door swung open without warning and he stepped
through, with Arun following behind. The peon locked the door
unobtrusively and slipped into a corner. This was her moment, and her
lover's. His came later.

Up close, the man was even sexier than her earlier glimpse indicated.
He was very muscular and Sheila could see the sinews in his thick
biceps and broad forearms. His chest was wide and deeply cleaved, the
twin pectorals hanging like broad slabs of dark rock. His nipples were
small and dark, pulled wide and low under the armpits which were shorn
clean. His torso was sexily hairless. 

The man looked at her steadily with his deep, dark eyes. A small smile
flickered on his lips. He swept his eyes over her with a casual
arrogance. He liked what he saw. In her late thirties, Sheila was in
the full bloom of quimtessence. She was fair-skinned and pretty. Her
eyes were soft and brown. A red *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her dark,
crinkly hair was slightly flecked with grey, coiled in a neat bun
behind her head. Her face was sweetly rounded, the nose a trifle
chubby but anything slimmer would have made her look far too angular.
Her chin was soft, yet firm. Her lips were sexy, the upper slimmer,
bowed and curled over the fuller, straighter lower lip. Her teeth were
very white and even. Her body was rich and full, yet firm, with no
indication of flab. Her breasts were large and heavy, big succulent
mounds that strained at the tight white blouse. Her belly curved
outward somewhat, but wasn't paunchy. Her hips flared to delectable
buttocks, generous and full. Her hands !  were small and squarish, the
fingernails clipped short. Her skin was creamy and smooth and lovely.
She wore small pearl eardrops and a gold bangle on one wrist. The man
thought he saw the glint of a *mangalsutra* disappearing into her
cleavage but he couldn't tell. 

Slowly, he slid his eyes away from her and looked around the chamber.
It was a small, compact office on the first floor of the building. At
the other end, a large window with Venetian blinds looked out over the
street. Under it was her desk, so that sitting at it, she would have
her back to the window. One side of the desk was pressed to the wall,
which was ranged with shelves of reference books. A telephone and a
computer monitor nestled in a corner of the desk. The surface of the
table was green baize, topped with a protective chamfered plate of
thick glass. Comfortable swivel chairs for clients were on the other
side of the desk. The wall opposite the desk and behind him had
shelves and file storage from floor to ceiling. Against the third
wall, some distance from the desk and separated by a colourful throw
rug was a small banquette with cushions. A potted plant nestled in a
corner, in a large brass jar.

The man brought his eyes back to Sheila. She held his gaze. Moving
slowly, without a word, the man crossed his hands and pulled his
singlet vest off his head, tossed it aside. Sheila licked her lips.
His body was magnificent. The man grinned slowly and flicked open the
clasp of his trousers.

"Take off your *sari*," he said, his voice soft and even, his eyes
never leaving her face. "Leave your blouse."

The lust powered through Sheila's body. She tugged at the pleats of
her *sari*. It rustled to her feet. She was naked under it. The man's
eyes ran over her again, lingering on her crotch. Her cunt-hair was
neatly trimmed and sparse, a dark, inviting tuft above her cunt-lips
which had been shorn clean and were visibly wet. He nodded his
approval.

"Suck my cock," he commanded. "Gimme head."

Sheila's breath was short with excitement. She stepped forward and
slipped to her knees before the labourer. He waited, feet apart, head
bent, watching her. She reached up and with trembling fingers slowly
peeled down the fly of his trousers. They were baggy and loose and
crumpled to his bare feet. Sheila moaned softly. His cock was huge,
bigger than she had dared hope. Still limp, it was at least eight
inches long and over an inch thick, larger than most men's cocks were
in full tumescence. His balls were heavy and low. She noticed with a
rush of pleasure that his entire cock-shaft and scrotum were closely
shaved.

She slid her hands up his strong, muscular thighs, surprisingly thinly
haired, to his crotch. Her fingers encircled the thickness of his
penis. The man grunted. She groaned and pushed her face into his
crotch, nuzzling the springy darkness of his pubic hair. With a deft
flick, she pulled back his foreskin. His cock-head was bulbous and
thick, bright and moist. Sheila whimpered and, her eyes half-closed,
her lips apart, caressed her face wantonly with his beautiful penis,
jerking it deftly in her fingers. The man waited. His loins flickered
with arousal. His penis quivered and began to grow slowly. 

"C'mon! Suck it!" he snapped. "Suck my cock, bitch!"

Sheila moaned at the rough, sexy words. Her lips parted further and
her tongue slipped out and swirled over his cock-head. The man
grunted, his belly rippling with pleasure. She swept her tongue over
his cock-head again, and yet again and then, opening her mouth wide,
took his penis deep in her mouth and began to suck it, jerking it
constantly in her fist. The man grunted loudly, his head arching back.
His hand fell to her head and he began moving it to and fro to suit
his pleasure as he pumped his hips back and forth, fucking her face.
His cock grew and grew, distending her face. Her cheeks billowed with
its size. 

"Yeh ... mm ... oh fuck yes ... yeh ... that's good, slut ... suck it
... keep sucking, whore ... ahhh yeh ... fuck yes ... do it, whore ...
oh fuck yes!" he muttered, fucking her mouth unhurriedly. 

Sheila's head rocked back and forth before her lover's crotch. The
musky taste and odour of his cock made her head swim. Her hunger
mounted and she sucked harder and faster, moaning and whimpering deep
in her cock-filled throat. Her mouth was wonderfully warm and moist
and there was an electric cunning in her tongue that took his breath
away. The man kept up his obscene litany, arousing her further, the
words even more erotic in the vernacular.

"Suck it ... hanh ... uhhh hanh ... uhhh suck ... suck harder, whore
... suck, slut, suck! C'mon! Suck my cock ... yeh! ... that's it ...
suck it, whore ... suck my cock! Suck harder, bitch!" he grunted. 

The lustfire raged in her body. She moaned, lasciviously dragging her
tongue over his cock-shaft and balls, lapping and sucking the heavy
orbs by turn. The man grunted in pleasure at the feel of her soft face
and hair between his thighs. She dragged her tongue up through his
groin to his belly, sweeping her tongue through his recessed navel,
caressing her face and neck with his cock. Taking the thick, throbbing
mass -- now fully nine inches long and correspondingly thick -- in her
hand, she pushed it down the open neck of her blouse into her
cleavage. The man groaned at the softness of her warm breast-sheath.
She squeezed her breasts over it, groaning and whimpering her
pleasure. He felt her hard nipples rake his shaft and, looking down
saw that she was wearing a *mangalsutra*. She was married! The
knowledge aroused him even further. A grin of delight split his face.
He loved fucking memsahib whores, and the married ones were the best,
hungry and insatiable. He pushed her head!  down again.

Sheila opened out her blouse as she took the labourer's enormous cock
in her mouth again. Her head swam with excitement at the realisation
that he was going to take a lot to satisfy. He was a better find than
she had expected. She moaned thickly, sucking his cock hungrily,
fondling her breasts, rubbing the rough beads of her long
*mangalsutra* over her aching, rigid nipples, squeezing and fondling
her turgid breasts. The man kept fucking her face, rocking her head
back and forth, pumping his hips to and fro, reaching down now and
then to fondle her breasts. 

"Mm ... yeh ... keep sucking, bitch ... just you keep sucking ... ahhh
uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... that's good ... mm ... yeh ... that's it,
whore ... suck it ... c'mon, bitch, suck harder! Suck harder, whore!
Harder! Yeh uhhh c'mon slut ... do it! Suck my prick, bitch! Keep
sucking!"

It took several minutes longer before he pushed her head away at last
and motioned her to the settee at the other end of the room. They
tossed the pillows to the floor and Sheila went down on the sofa on
her back, spreading her legs wide, lifting and bending her knees,
offering herself to the man.

"Fuck me," she said, her voice husky and sibilant. "Fuck me hard!"

The man grinned, flashing his strong teeth. He moved over her and,
bending his head, kissed her hard. This surprised her. Most guys like
him didn't bother. She arched steeply under him, responding at once,
caressing his dark hair, sucking on his tongue as it invaded her
mouth, jerking his cock with her hand. The man broke the kiss and
moved his lips to her breasts. Sheila moaned, shuddering in pleasure
as his thick, rough tongue swirled over her quivering breast-tip,
whipping it rapidly. Then his lips clamped on her breast and he sucked
hard, let go, sucked again, nibbled her nipple, dragged it across his
teeth and the roof of his mouth. Hot lust leaped from her breast and
she gasped, arching under him, her hips writhing erotically.

"OHHHHHH uhhh yes ohmauhhhhhyes uhhh OH uhhh yes!" she moaned.

The man moved to the other breast. He thought her *mangalsutra* looked
very sexy on her creamy, fair skin. He plucked the long chain in his
lips and sucked her nipples and breasts through it, rasping the metal
over her tender flesh. Sheila whimpered, twisting and writhing under
him, her face flipping from side to side, creased in a radiance of
excitement. The man's fingers dipped down over her belly to her
crotch. She groaned, arching her hips and he slid a thick, long finger
into her cunt and began masturbating her slowly, knuckling her gorged
clitoris. Sheila cried out, her hips bucking and lurching under his
arm, her head flipping from side to side, her face a mask of lust. Her
cunt streamed with juice and her breasts felt hot and swollen, the
nipples aching stiff.

"Oh uhhh yes ... oh god yes uhh yes uhhh yes ... ohhh uhhh yes!" she
cried.

The man chuckled dryly and, releasing her breasts from the torment of
his mouth, moved down and thrust his face into her crotch.

"Ohmauhhhhahhhhhhhuhhhohhhhhuhh hanh uhh hanh uhhh hanh uhh hanh uhhh
OHHHHHH!" Sheila cried. 

The man's tongue was thick and heavy and relentless. It slipped into
her cunt with his fingertip, probing and exploring her sodden
cunt-flesh, flickering over her stiff, quivering clitoris, whipping it
back and forth, sharpening and curling in on itself and pushing in
further still. Her hands twined in his hair and she moved his head
round and round in her crotch, her back arched, her head flung back,
her swollen breasts thrust up and out between her outstretched arms.
The heat was uncontainable in her cunt. She moaned, caressing her
swollen breasts with one hand in a sensuous, wanton fashion. The man
lapped at her juices, toyed with her clitoris, gently rolled his
tongue up and down along her tender cunt-lips. Her cunt-juice was
heady and sticky and its taste and smell aroused him.

Sheila was on the verge of a violent orgasm when he stopped, sensing
the quickening convulsions of her cunt on his finger. He moved up over
her on the sofa. She hissed in pleasure, arching her groin to his, her
hands running up and down his thick biceps and broad shoulders, over
his deep chest. He knelt between her thighs, bent over her on his
outstretched arms. She reached down and guided his cock to her cunt.

"Fuck me," she hissed through clenched teeth. "C'mon ... fuck me hard
lover ... I want your cock! Fuck me!"

Her voice, husky and low, and her words, outrageous in a memsahib's
mouth and utterly erotic, inflamed his passion. He paused with his
cock-head at her cunt-lips and then, flexing his buttocks, thrust down
into her in one smooth, piercing stroke. His cock burst into her
tight, wet cunt and surged inexorably deeper and deeper, plowing into
her flesh. Sheila gasped, her back bowing steeply under his, her groin
meshing against his, the breath hissing from her throat, her head
arching back, her mouth torn open. Her cunt convulsed in a hapless
frenzy on his throbbing cock.

"OhmauhhhhhhOHHHHHHUhhh OHHHHHHH!" she gasped in delirious joy, her
fingers tightening on his bulging biceps. "OHHHH uhhh hanh uhhh yes!
Oh mauhhh yes!"

His cock felt like a white-hot iron poker in her flesh. The man
groaned softly, his eyes hooding, his head arching back as the heat of
her tight, wet cunt enveloped his throbbing penis. His buttocks flexed
taut, and, burying his cock deep in her cunt, he paused, his chest
heaving, pursing his lips in tension, fighting the roiling fires in
his loins. Sheila drew her feet up the backs of his legs, heaving her
cunt to his cock.

"Oh god yes!" she gasped. "Yes, baby yes! Fuck me! God that's good!
Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard! C'mon, baby ... fuck me! Take me! Fuck
me like a whore!" And then, "Ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh hanh uhh ohma uhh hanh
uhhh OHHHH!"

The man grunted and began fucking her with deep, skewering thrusts,
plunging steeply in and out of her cunt, his hips snapping smartly
with each thrust, his buttocks flexing and unflexing in a powerful
rhythm. His buttocks rose and fell, bobbing up and down over her
heaving thighs as she moved in unison with him. His cock glistened
with their comingled coital juices as it went in and out of her cunt.
Standing behind them, Arun watched in fascination as the man fucked
his memsahib like a gutterslut. He could see the man's heavy balls
pressing to her cunt-lips and saw, too, the radiance of unfaked lust
on her lovely face as it flipped from side to side, her eyes closed,
her mouth open in loud, lewd lustcalls. 

"hanh uh hanh uhhh ohhhh uhhh ohma uhhh OHHHH uhh ohma uhhh OHHHHH
uhhhh OHHHHHH!" she called. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!"

"C'mon whore ... take it ... take my cock, bitch! Take it! Take my
cock you fucking slut! Take it!" the man responded. 

Faster and faster the man went, and Sheila's fair-skinned body jerked
and lurched on the sofa under his thrusts, her large breasts wobbling
and jiggling furiously, her nipples rigid and quivering, her long
*mangalsutra* dancing on her creamy skin. Goaded by her rising cries
of joy, the man moved faster still, with crushing, ramming thrusts
now, reaming deep into her, each thudding thrust drawing a choking,
broken sob of pure joy from her throat. His cock went up and down and
in and out like a mechanised triphammer at full blast. Sheila began to
orgasm, her hips heaving and writhing frantically under his, her body
arching and bowing in a frenzy of joy. Her cunt spasmed on his cock
and the man flung his head back and groaned, struggling for control as
the heat of her orgasm swamped his cock. He kept fucking her hard,
ramming deep into her, prolonging the orgasm, making her cry out
ecstatically. Gradually, her orgasm waned. The man slowed his motions
and, bending, kissed her deep!  ly, thrusting his tongue into her
mouth. She moaned and whimpered, writhing eagerly under him, delighted
that he had not lost control.

"Good fucking, slut," he growled. "You're good. Want more?"

The glitter in her eyes was all the answer he needed. He grinned and
slid slowly out of her cunt, making her gasp at the release in
pressure. He got up and made her turn around on her front, facing the
other way, her head to Arun's corner now. He got to his knees behind
and, taking his cock in his hand, slowly squeezed it into her cunt
from behind. On her forearms and knees on the settee, her luscious
breasts pendulous, her long *mangalsutra* dangling, Sheila bit her
lower lip and moaned as the huge cock-head burst into her cunt. Her
head arched. The man gripped her fleshy hips and drove his cock deeper
into her body. It surged inward, crushing through her molten
cunt-flesh, mashing her gorged clitoris in its passage.

"Ohma! uh! Ahhhhhhhhh uhh aohhhhhhhh uhhh OHHHHH!" 

Sheila's cry rang out in the quiet room. Her head snapped up, her face
twisting in a rictus of lust, her eyes screwed shut, her lips jerked
back over her white teeth, her mouth wide open. Arun stared at the
spasms of lust on her face. He could see her heavy, swollen breasts,
hanging like succulent jackfruit, jiggling as the man drove his hips
into her buttocks. The long *mangalsutra* swung, one end crumpled on
the sofa seat. His cock buried deep in her cunt, the man paused, swung
one leg off the sofa, straightened it and put his foot on the floor,
drawing it further up the line of her body. He raised his other knee
and pushed his foot up the sofa on the other side of her body. Now he
was standing astride her flared hips, his hands on her waist, his cock
embedded in her cunt. He ran his hands up under her body and squeezed
her heavy breasts, leaning over her and nuzzling the nape of her neck.
Sheila groaned, shuddering and writhing at the nuchal caress, bowing
her head, her che!  st heaving. Her breasts were hot and heavy in his
hands and she groaned thickly, biting her lower lip as he pinched and
tweaked her stiff nipples. She turned her face over her shoulder and
the man jammed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, thrusting his
tongue between her lips. Her buttocks squirmed in his crotch. Slowly,
he broke the kiss and straightened his back, his hands now gripping
her shoulders. With a quick jerk, he ran his hips back, then drove
them brutally forward again, yanking her body back down against his
with his hands on her shoulders. Sheila cried out thinly, her face
twisting in a renewed paroxysm of lust.

"OHHHHHH uhh ah uhh ah uh ahohuhhahmauhhh OHHHHH!"

The man chuckled, did it again and yet again. Sheila's body jerked
under his, her breasts jiggling and wobbling with his savage pillaging
of her cunt. The man grunted and began to fuck her with steep,
skewering, jabbing, ramming thrusts, jerking her body back and forth,
yanking her cunt up and down the length of his massive penis. Sheila's
broken sobs of pleasure were sharp in Arun's ears. He couldn't take
his eyes off his memsahib-mistress and her lover.

"Ohhhh uhhhh ohma uhhh ohhh uhhh yes! Fuck me! Ohhhh uhhhh yes uhh oh
god oh god ohma uhh ohma uhh hanh uh hanh uhhh hanh uhh fuck me! Fuck
me hard! hanh uhh hanh uh hanh uhhhh OHHHHH!"

"Take it!" the man responded. "C'mon, slut ... take it! Take my cock,
you whoring bitch! Take it! Ohhhh uhhh yeh uh yeh uh yeh uh yeh uh
ohfuck yes oh fuck yes uhhh yes uhh c'mon, whore, c'mon! Take it! Take
my cock! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!"

Fucking her mercilessly, his face taut, his powerful muscles rippling
and cording, the man looked up and saw Arun's pop-eyed expression. He
grinned.

"Hey, you, hero!" he called and Arun's eyes snapped to him. "Your
*memsahib's* a right randy whore, eh? Real frigging cocksucking bitch,
eh? Hot piece of ass all right! Likes being stuffed with a big cock,
right? Doncha, slut? Doncha? Like my cock in your greedy little slit,
doncha, whore? Answer me!"

He roared at her, hammering his hips at her buttocks, ramming his cock
savagely into her cunt. Sheila cried out thinly, her face twisting and
contorting in a spasm of lust, deeply inflamed by his rough treatment
and harsh words. 

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh god yes! Ohh uhhhhh ohhh uhhh yes oh god yes!"

"See?" the man cried exultantly. "See, what'd I tell you? Like it, eh,
cunt? Like my cock?"

"Yes!" she responded.

"Say it, then, whore!" he roared. "Say you like my cock in your cunt!"

He kept fucking her with his brutal thrusts, ramming and reaming his
huge cock into her cunt, mauling her breasts viciously. Sheila loved
it, being used like this, like some cheap gutter-slut. All the
shackles of her stifling middle-class milieu fell away and she was
raw, elemental, utterly basic.

"Yes!" she cried. "I like it! I like your fat cock in my cunt ... fuck
me, baby ... fuck me hard! Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me
like a whore!"

The man cackled gleefully, pummelling her buttocks with his thighs.
His cock appeared and disappeared between the smooth curves of her
buttocks. His inflamed penis throbbed and pulsed angrily in her clonic
cunt, the huge pillar of cartilage pistoning vigorously in and out, in
and out, pulverizing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris. As Sheila
moaned and cried out, her body jerking and lurching, her swollen
breasts jiggling and wobbling violently, the man laughed out loud, his
thighs slapping audibly at her buttocks, his hands crushing her
breasts, kneading and squeezing the heavy mounds.

"See!" he cried. "Listen to that! Listen to the whore, kid! Listen to
the slut beg! It takes a man to get that from a bitch, a real man!"

Arun felt a surge of rage at the open taunt flung in his face. He
looked at them steadily, felt the heat race in his loins. The man was
undoubtedly gifted in bed. His body was terrific. He was a great stud,
physically. Otherwise he was a lout, and Arun didn't like that even
if, judging by her expression, Sheila didn't seem to share his view.
The lust and pleasure on her face were marked, and obviously unfaked.
Arun figured he could do one of two things. He could give in to the
frantic turmoil in his loins, strip and shove his cock into her mouth.
He knew she liked that, being fucked by two men -- or more --
simultaneously. But that involved a surrender, an acceptance of the
other man's superiority. He wasn't prepared to concede so easily, so
soon. He looked at the cackling labourer calmly, crossed his arms and
leaned back with a casualness he did not feel.

"Fuck her butt," he said in an even voice. "She takes it in the ass,
too. She likes that."

The man actually looked astonished, even startled. He jerked to a
stop, his cock deep in Sheila's cunt. Arun smiled to himself at his
small triumph. The man looked down at Sheila in awe and delight.

"That true, whore?" he grunted. "You take it in the ass?"

Sheila moaned and nodded, biting her lower lip. She was on the verge
of a wild orgasm. The temptation of being sodomized was too great,
though.

'Yes," she gasped. "Do it! Fuck my ass, baby! Do it!"

The man actually whooped in delight. He slid his cock out of her cunt
quickly, making her groan at the release in pressure, and pushed his
cock-head between her buttocks to her tight, puckered sphincter.
Sheila whimpered, bending steeply forward on the sofa, her body angled
downward, her fingers clenching the edges of the banquette. The man's
cock-head throbbed at her anus. It yielded under the pressure and the
man flexed his buttocks and slid his hips forward. His cock-head
popped into her rear channel. Sheila's head jerked up and her face
contorted in a savage grimace of algedonic ecstasy. 

"OH! Uh! Oh! Uh! Oh! Uh! OHHHHH!" she cried.

"Ahhhhhuhhhyeh ohfuckyes!" the man gasped, gritting his teeth, his
fingers digging into the softness of her creamy buttocks, his head
flung back. 

He flexed his buttocks and ground his hips forward. His cock squeezed
deeper and deeper into her tight rear channel. Sheila's fingers
tightened on the edge of the bed and her face creased in a rictus of
joy, no trace of pain. His cock felt wonderful in her anus, hot and
hard, searing inexorably inward. Deeper and deeper it went, and the
man groaned, burying the enormity of his penis in her anus, his hips
pressing to her buttocks. She whimpered, writhing her buttocks
erotically in his crotch. The man gasped, running his hands down her
body to squeeze her breasts. 

Across the room, Arun watched as the labourer sodomized his memsahib
slowly and deeply and thoroughly. His cock ground in and out of her
anus, glistening and gleaming with their juices. She moaned and
shuddered, rocking to and fro under him like a bitch in deep rut,
whimpering loud obscenities that only seemed to inflame her lover's
passion. Her body rocked and jerked under his thrusts, her heavy
breasts jogging and bouncing, her long *mangalsutra* dragging along
the sofa-seat. The man's cries were now without the earliest hubris --
he had obviously met more than he anticipated, and was visibly
fighting for control. He moaned thickly, his hands on her hips,
pulling her anus up and down the length of his cock.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohhhhuhhhhyeh Oh yeh c'mon take it take it whore
take it!" he gasped, his chest heaving.

"Yes uhhh yes uhhh ohmauhhhh yes uhhh ohyes oh yes do it, baby ...
fuck me! Fuck my ass, stud ... fuck my ass ... give it to me, lover
... fuck my ass ... c'mon, fuck it hard, you pimp! Fuck me!"

His mouth hanging open, panting and gasping like a wild animal, the
man stopped suddenly, jerking his cock out of her anus and, quickly,
pushing it down, rammed it heavily into her cunt. Sheila cried out
thinly, lurching and jerking as he ram-fucked her cunt furiously,
hammering his hips at her buttocks, reaming his cock deep into her
slit.

Suddenly, he lurched out of her cunt and again drilled her anus,
skewering it heavily, going in deep and sodomizing her thoroughly.
Sheila exploded, her fingers scrabbling at the edge of the sofa. The
man sensed her orgasm and slid out of her anus and into her cunt again
and fucked her furiously. Sheila whimpered and cried out in joy. The
man finally lost control. He gasped, jerking out of her cunt and
stumbling off the sofa. 

"Suck my cock, whore!" he cried. "Suck it! Wanna cream in your face!"

Sheila moaned and slipped off the sofa to her knees before him and
took his cock deep in her mouth, sucking it rapidly, her head rocking
back and forth before his thighs. She could taste her cunt and ass and
his jizz on his cock. She squeezed her breasts eagerly. The man
gasped, his hips lurching to and fro, his head flung back, wincing in
pleasure. It was too much to bear. He groaned in relief. Sheila sensed
his orgasm and opened her mouth wide, jerking his cock in her fingers,
her tongue whipping his cock-head. The heat surged from his cock and
spurted out, jetting down into her open, hungry mouth, spattering her
face and breasts with it. Sheila groaned, swallowing his musky seed,
crushing her breasts together, smearing the labourer's gunk on her
nipples and in her cleavage. He came in copious loads till he had
emptied himself in her mouth and on her body. He staggered back,
groaning. Sheila stayed on her knees, her head flung back, her eyes
closed, sensuously caressing her !  breasts and face, licking his jizz
off her fingertips. Her *mangalsutra* was flecked with his gunk. 

Arun levered himself off the wall. He kicked the man's clothes at him.
"Get dressed. Get out." Arun's voice was flat and cold. 

The man stared at him and then at her in disbelief and
incomprehension. 

"Get out!" Arun's voice cracked like a whip. 

The man shook his head and stepped into his clothes quickly. He
hesitated, still incredulous. Fuck, they didn't even know his name!

"I ... the work ... on the road ... it will ... it will take some time
... I mean ..."

Arun sneered openly at the pathetic expression of timorous hope on the
man's face.

"Don't slow down for us," he said. "And don't call us. We'll call
you."

"I ... I'll be there ... some days still ..."

"Don't get your hopes up. Or any fancy ideas. We don't even know your
frigging name." He drove it home.

The man shook his head, bewildered, and, unlocking the door, went out
slowly. At the door, he paused for a second and looked back. She was
still on her knees on the floor. The peon was grinning down at her,
taking off his shirt, slowly undoing his trousers, dropping them. She
moaned softly, lifted her peon's cock in her fingers and, opening her
mouth, began sucking it hungrily.

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