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                                POONA COMPANY
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                             1 : Fusebox : Part B
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They fucked through much of the night, in every part of the house and she
made him fuck her in every orifice and in every position he knew and some he
didn't. They fucked in the shower and in the tub and on the toilet; he
fucked her from behind on the kitchen table and then on her back on it as
they waited for dinner to heat. After they'd eaten, he fucked her standing
on the balcony, her legs in his arms and wound about his hips, and then from
behind leaning over the railing with the rain crashing down over them. He
fucked her in the gym on the bench press and then they fucked in bed again
and he took her ass, this time exploding deep inside her.
She showed him her sexual toys, dildos and vibrators and studded, spiked
sheaths and made him use them all on her. She pumped him full of sex-pep
pills that gave him a long lasting erection and a seemingly inexhaustible
supply of jizz. Finally, several hours later, in the early hours of the
morning, they sank into an exhausted slumber, their limbs entwined.
She woke before he did, feeling contented and refreshed. She looked at him.
He was beautiful in his sleep, an arm flung over his head. His face was so
handsome, his body superb. She tingled with excitement and glanced at the
clock. It was still early. The effect of the drugs he had taken wouldn't
have worn off yet. And she had enough time. The Court was sitting late,
fortunately.
Gently, she roused him, sucking and nibbling on his nipples, gently teasing
his body awake before his mind. He awoke fully only when he felt her warm,
soft, moist mouth envelope his penis. It stirred instantly. He groaned and
opened his eyes.
"Good morning," she murmured, smiling with her eyes, still sucking his cock.
He smiled sleepily and shook his head in mock despair and closed his eyes
and let her continue her wonderful ministrations. She swung her body around
and he found himself opening his mouth to the heady muskiness of her cunt.
It was a fine morning brew.
Whimpering with excitement, she rolled off him and drew him over her, her
legs spread wide. He slid his penis into her cunt smoothly and easily and
she gasped, arching her body to his, kissing him hungrily as it went in
deep. He squeezed her breasts and bent his head to suck them tenderly. She
moaned, her hips writhing in pleasure under his, bucking gently and
squirming. His buttocks rolled and bobbed gently, his penis gliding in and
out of her flesh in a steady, rhythmic fashion.
They fucked slowly, moving with intense pleasure, savouring every minute.
His cock still inside her, he rolled over and took her astride him and she
rocked over his hips, her breasts swinging, her face a vision of lust.
Finally, he took her from behind, lying on his side behind her, her upper
leg lifted back over his hips. Holding her by shoulder and hip, he fucked
her hard, jerking her up and down on his cock, his hips rocking rapidly back
and forth. She gasped, crying out and going Oh-OH-OH-OH-OH till she exploded
wildly, gasping and mewing and panting like a bitch in heat. He moaned and
rolled her over onto her front and thrust into her hard again and again, now
ramming and slamming his cock deep into her, his hips twitching at her
buttocks till he could hold back no more. With a loud gasp, he came,
shooting thick sticky slugs of hot gunk into her cunt.
They dawdled, kissing and fondling each other. Later, they rolled out of bed
and bathed together, washing each other tenderly. In the shower, she sucked
his cock again and let him come in her mouth and swallowed his jizz eagerly
and let it dribble over her face and breasts. He returned the favour by
tongue-fucking her till she came. They went out at last and she fixed him a
quick, hot breakfast and gave him the car keys.
Half an hour later, her chauffeur, Ramesh, arrived, anxious about the
missing car. She smiled and explained the problem and said that the mechanic
would return it soon. He frowned. He didn't like anyone else driving the
car.
"Does he know the place?" he grumbled.
She grinned. "I should certainly think so."
Ramesh looked at her curiously. "He came here?"
She giggled. "Not here, no. In my cunt, though. And in my ass, and in my
mouth and on tits."
"He fucked you?"
"Mm-hm. Repeatedly."
Ramesh grinned. He was used to this. He was a handsome young man,
clean-shaven, dark and tall, with a strong, muscular build. His cock was a
good eight inches long erect, about an inch and a half thick. She looked at
him steadily and then at her wristwatch. She had time still. Holding his
eyes, she stepped toward him, unbelting her robe and drawing it off her
slender shoulders. It fell open. She was naked under it and he grinned
wolfishly at her naked body.
"Come on, we have time for a fuck," she murmured, standing before him.
He cupped her naked breasts and she closed her eyes and shuddered, tilting
her face to his. He kissed her gently and, as her lips flowered under his,
slid his tongue into her mouth. Her nipples were nut-hard, and her breasts
grew turgid at his touch. Her hand slid to his crotch. She drew down his
zipper and slipped her hand into his fly and drew out his cock. It quivered
in her fingers as she began to stroke and jerk it. He pushed gently at her
shoulders and she dropped to her knees before him. Holding his penis in one
hand, she kissed its tip tenderly and rolled back the foreskin. His
cock-head was thick and large. Her breath was warm on it. She swirled her
tongue around it and he gasped softly. Gently, she took it between her lips
and began to suck on it, plying it with her tongue simultaneously. Slowly,
she took more of his cock into her mouth. It began to swell and harden
between her lips and soon it was stiff and throbbing. He fucked her mouth
slowly, rocking back and forth on his feet, pumping his hips at her face,
one hand on her head moving it back and forth.
"Mm, yes ... suck it ... suck it, slut ... suck my cock ... suck it good!"
he grunted.
His cock shone and glistened as it went in and out of her mouth. He pushed
her head away and, drawing her to her feet, turned her around with her back
to him. He pushed her toward a sofa in the living area and made her bend
forward over its backrest. She spread her legs wide, giving him the choice
of her cunt or ass. Her breasts swung low. He unbelted his trousers and let
them puddle to his feet and shuffled forward, squeezing his cock between her
buttocks.
"Did he fuck your ass?"
She nodded. "Twice. At least. I think."
He grinned. "Okay. I'll have your cunt, then."
He maneuvered his cock-head to the portals of her slit, paused for a second
and, as they unfurled in eager anticipation, flexed his buttocks and swung
his hips forward in a smooth, long thrust. His cock slid deep into her cunt
and she gasped in joy as the hard, hot cock bit into her aching cunt-flesh.
He groaned and flung his head back and swung his hips gently from side to
side, relishing the sharp cramping of her cunt on his penis.
"Come on Ramesh ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" She moaned.
He fucked her quickly, swinging his hips in a smooth, swift rhythm. His
buttocks flexed and unflexed as he swung his hips back and forth, moving her
body with his fingertips in the small of her back. His cock glistened and
shone as it went in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between
the curves of her buttocks. He flung his head back and gasped and began to
move faster still. Her cunt was incredible, hot and tight and wet and it
spasmed and convulsed greedily on his pistoning cock. She jerked and lurched
and swung back and forth on her feet under him, her breasts bouncing and
swinging. Lustfire crackled and devoured her loins and she begged him to
fuck her harder. Gasping, he moved faster still, nearing his orgasm, and
bent forward to squeeze her breasts.
Rajashri moaned softly and moved her body rapidly back and forth, jamming
her cunt down deep onto his cock, writhing her buttocks against his thighs.
She came hard, gasping and moaning, her cunt spasming and cramping on his
cock. He grunted and thrust into her once, twice, three, four times, jerking
his cock deep into her, twitching his hips at her buttocks till he could
hold back no more. With a shuddering moan, he exploded, shooting hot, sticky
jets of jizz into her cunt. Slowly, he pulled out of her and wiped his cock
on her buttocks. She slipped to the floor on her knees, panting and gasping
and turned around to take his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it
clean. He grinned in pleasure, and when she was done, stepped back and
pulled up his trousers.
"Come on, bitch ... get dressed. You've to get to work. Can't fuck all day."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm sure you'd love it if I didn't go!"
"Yeah, I like it better when you come."
She laughed. "You're mad."
"Maybe. But I'm not about to let you fudge your job, babe."
"Spoil-sport."
"Get going, whore or I'll whip your ass!" Ramesh bellowed in feigned anger.
She laughed. "Yeah, I know. Spare the rod and spoil the ride."
He swung an arm at her and she dodged him and ran naked up the stairs. He
followed her and was halfway up the stairs when the bell rang. She laughed
in delight.
"Just you wait, cunt! I'm gonna punish you for this!" Ramesh threatened.
She pretended to be scared, cowering with her hands clenched, unable to stop
grinning.
"Oh please ... please ... sir ... I prithee ..."
"Go, whore!" the driver cried and she ducked into her bedroom, laughing.
Chuckling and shaking his head, Ramesh went to answer the door. She was
incorrigible. Lovely, intelligent, with a great body, a magnificent fuck and
lots of fun. He would have died for this one. He opened the door and saw the
car and the mechanic with the keys.
"*memsa'ab* in?" Bablu asked.
"Mechanic?" Ramesh grunted.
Bablu nodded. Ramesh grinned and held out his hand for the car keys.
"Um ... tell her it's fixed," he said in Hindi.
"Really?" Ramesh drawled with a sly smile. "Finished so fast? Couldn't have
been anything much, then."
Bablu looked puzzled. "I ... I don't understand. It was a small thing, a
fuse ..."
"Did you put your fuse in?"
Bablu's confusion grew. "Yes, the old one had blown."
Ramesh's grin broadened. "Yeah, it keeps blowing. Needs a fresh one every
day."
Bablu frowned. "Short circuit?"
Ramesh chuckled. "I'm taking about her, not the car!" He jerked his thumb
upwards. "Didn't you put your fuse into her box last night?"
Bablu stared and then broke into a grin. Fuck, the dame was crazy! She'd
even told her chauffeur about their night together!
"Motherfucker, what a piece of ass she is," he whispered. "I fucked her
something good last night, again and again. In her ass, her cunt, her mouth.
Man! What a blast!"
"Yeah, I know. I fuck her every day. In fact, I banged her just now."
"This morning?"
"You bet. Just now, just done. And probably tonight, if she wants it."
"Lucky sod."
"What's your name?"
"Bablu."
"Wanna fuck her some more?"
"Does Zeenat Aman have tits?"
Ramesh laughed. "Fine. Come along tonight, nine o'clock. Give you a good
time. Guaranteed."
"Shouldn't you ask her?"
"Don't worry. I agree."
The two men turned in surprise. Rajashri was standing at the foot of the
stairs. She smiled: she had overheard their conversation. She came toward
them and now she was the very picture of propriety, a lawyer to her
fingertips, dressed in a well-cut skirt and blouse with a black jacket, her
feet in formal shoes and her hair coiled in a bun high on her head. It
accentuated the elegant sweep of her neck. She carried a briefcase.
She stepped between them and handed her briefcase to Ramesh. She tilted her
face and rose on her toes to kiss Bablu quickly on the lips. Her hand
fluttered down over his body to rest on his crotch. She squeezed his cock
affectionately.
"Guess, I've fallen for your cock. Come back tonight."
Behind her, Ramesh bumped his cock into her buttocks. Over her shoulder, he
said to Bablu, "Now you've no choice, motherfucker. You'll have to come back
if you want this bod. Just think ... fuck her butt, her mouth, lick her
slit!"
Bablu laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll be here at nine."
Ramesh stepped back and moved around them to open the door. Bablu and
Rajashri followed him out. At the door, she stopped.
"Oh, I almost forgot. What do I owe you?"
Bablu shook his head. "Nothing, ma'am." Suddenly, he found himself
addressing her formally. She was no longer the slut of the night before. "No
bill for you. You cleared it last night. And you're doing it again tonight."
She smiled prettily. "Thank you. I promise to make it up to you tonight."
Ramesh opened the rear door of the Honda for her and she stopped again with
one foot inside it.
"Bablu."
He stopped and turned.
"This is the last day. I'll get an order today, and then we're off to Bombay
again tomorrow afternoon. I don't know when I'll be back. Let's party
tonight. What do you say?"
Bablu nodded, intrigued and unsure of what she meant. Ramesh leaned out of
the window and laughed at him.
"Hey, moron, you got that?"
"I got it."
"What?"
"A party."
"You know what this broad wants when she wants to party?"
Bablu laughed. "Of course. Fucking! What else?"
Ramesh shook his head. "Listen to me, shitface. She means something else."
"Ramesh, come on, hurry up and tell him, we'll be late," she said, getting
into the car.
"Okay, sisterfucker, listen. You got a couple of pals? Two or three?"
Bablu nodded. Ramesh looked exasperated.
"Oh fuck. You asshole, I'm not talking about some shitty kids. Guys like
you, with good bodies and big cocks, who know how to fuck a broad nice and
hard. Any pals like that?"
Bablu nodded quickly, his pulse galloping. Ramesh nodded and ducked his head
back into the car and gunned the engine.
"Fine, bring them along. Fuck her together, all of you. That's the party."
He began to reverse down the short drive and Bablu jogged down beside the
rolling car.
"Ramesh," he said. "How many? How many guys?"
Ramesh looked annoyed. "Oh fuck, you moron! You decide! Do I have to tell
you everything or what? Three, four, not more. Including you."
Bablu opened the gate and Ramesh swung the car out of the drive. He put it
into gear, then slowed.
"And mind, they'd better be good. The kind who can do a good ram-fuck in her
butt, savvy?"
Bablu nodded, grinning hugely.
"Get in, asshole. I'll give you a ride into town."
Bablu scrambled into the car in the front passenger seat. Ramesh gunned the
engine and the car leaped forward, the tires spraying gravel. Ramesh tore
down the road. They rode in silence. Ramesh stopped and Bablu opened the
door and got out. He looked back. Rajashri looked up and smiled quickly and
then turned back to her papers. Her briefcase open on the seat beside her, a
pen in her hand, and her head was bowed over a sheaf of papers on her lap.
Bablu smiled and waved and Ramesh grunted and threw the car into gear and
nosed into the traffic. Bablu stared after it, and then slowly walked toward
the bus-stop. He was excited by the sudden change in her persona. The same
woman who, last night, had moaned and panted and gasped, and begged for his
cock repeatedly, who had thrashed and whipped like a dervish under his
thrusts was now a cool, elegant, high-class lady busy with matters he
couldn't even understand. It was an insane world.
The memory of the night before made his irritation evaporate. His pulse
raced with surging excitement. He would round up the boys, he knew just the
guys who would enjoy something like, and give her the time of her life in
the bargain. An orgy! She was offering to fuck not only with him, but his
friends, too, men she did not know and would probably never meet again. He
shook his head in disbelief.
A bus rattled to the stop and he climbed in and found a seat at the back by
a window. Gazing out, he grinned to himself as he thought of the things he
would do to her that night. He and his pals, they would fuck her brains out.
It was going to a long, hard night. Literally.
In the car, without looking up, Rajashri said, "Why did you do that?"
"Do what, ma'am?" Ramesh said softly.
They conversed easily, like friends rather than master-and-servant. He was
completely fluent in English and spoke it without an accent.
She sighed and looked out of the window. "Why did you make that offer?"
"I thought you would enjoy it, ma'am."
"What about you, Ramesh?"
"What about me, ma'am?"
"Don't you want to fuck me, too?"
"Most certainly, ma'am. Very much. But I fuck you regularly, and I'll fuck
you in Bombay, too. One night makes no difference to me. You've worked hard,
you deserve something special."
She smiled. "You're very sweet. Thank you."
"A pleasure, ma'am. As always."
She laughed. "Yes, I know. I really do enjoy being fucked by you. You're
good for me."
"Thank you, ma'am. It's good to hear that. I endeavour ..."
"To give satisfaction. Yes I know. And you do that very well indeed."
He chuckled softly and she smiled.
"Will you get yourself a whore for the night? It's on me."
Ramesh nodded. "Thank you very much ma'am. Yes, I will."
"Don't stint, Ramesh. Spend what you like."
"No limit?"
"Well, don't go crazy. Hedon & Venery has a franchise here, you know. Pick
one from there. Say about twenty to fifty thou."
Ramesh whistled. "That's mighty kind of you, ma'am!"
In Poona, fifty thousand would fetch him the finest whore, perhaps even two.
"You should get someone decent. Tell you what, ask for a girl called
Ashwini. She's young, about sixteen or seventeen and new to the trade, but
she's got a natural aptitude for it. Very enthusiastic and ready for
anything. You'll enjoy her. I don't think she's been butt-fucked yet. You
might want to break her in."
"You've seen her at work, then?"
"Yes. Last week, when I logged in my hours. We even did a lesbian thing
together for a show."
Throughout the world, wherever they were, all Hedon & Venery's women had to
clock a certain number of hours a week at the nearest franchised bordello as
regular, but highly paid whores. Ramesh knew that Rajashri was one of the
highest priced ones available and to fuck her free was indeed a privilege
few could afford. Bablu was luckier than he thought.
"Was the customer good, ma'am?" he enquired.
"Customers, plural," she smiled. "I had eight of them, over two nights."
He chuckled again. "Finished a two-week quota?"
"Mm. It was relatively easier last week, so what the hell, I decided to get
it over with."
"Any good?"
"So-so. Not bad. Two were very good, even top class. Young chaps."
"Worth reporting?"
Hedon & Venery was always on the lookout for new studs for their shows and
films and magazines and gigolo services.
"One definitely. I sent a fax the next day with his bio. The second needs to
be tested again. He has potential and imagination, lacks experience. Came
too soon."
"Will you fuck him again?"
"No. Best left to the girls here. After all, I'm just passing through and
campus recruitment is part of their job. But I've told the manager to keep a
watch, he'll pull the tapes from the archives. Copies should be with Bombay
by now."
Standard operating procedure required that all copulation under the aegis of
Hedon & Venery be videotaped. The company had state-of-the-art equipment and
the tapes were breathtaking. The ordinary ones were archived; exceptional
ones were analysed by the experts in Bombay who decided whether to induct
them. The tapes of the rich and famous and powerful were stored in a highly
secret vault in Geneva as 'insurance' -- they were the provenance of much of
Jayant's power and a fair part of his wealth.
Ramesh nodded approvingly. "And the other customers?"
She grimaced. "Mostly the usual. Rich men, but without talent. Too much rich
food, too much alcohol, their bodies too flabby. Fancying themselves no end
as regular Casanova's, you know the kind -- boring, but worth fucking for
the money."
He smiled at her in the rear-view mirror. "Bet you blew their minds out!"
She laughed. "Oh yes. One fellow nearly had a coronary. Scared the daylights
out of me when he went grey like that ..."
"No kidding, really?"
"Honestly. And in mid-orgasm, at that. You should see the tape. It's a riot!
Here I was, sitting on his cock, pretending to be having a good time,
jerking myself up and down and he began to come. So I moaned and gasped and
told him how good it felt and then I looked down -- his cock was still
spuming inside me, mind -- and there he was choking and spluttering like a
landed whale, going all grey and blue!"
Ramesh laughed. "What did you do?"
"What did I do? I got the fuck off his cock and yelled the place down! They
got the medics in. Turned out he has an angina problem."
"Stupid bastard."
"I agree. I say, Rambo, can you speed up a bit?"
"Don't worry ma'am. The judge is sitting late today."
"Ah, yes, I forgot. Or did I tell you?"
"No, what?"
"The judge."
"What about him?"
"He was one of the customers."
"No shit!" Ramesh exclaimed, in disbelief and awe.
"Oh yes. His Honour Judge. In the flesh. Fucked me like a stud, he did, over
and over."
"My god."
"That's what I thought when I saw his name on my roster. Couldn't believe it
was the same fellow."
"And it was."
"Oh yes, most certainly. He almost passed out when he saw me. Then he got
excited and, I must say, he's quite a performer."
"Kinky?"
"Not at all. Straight up. But damn good staying power, a nice hard body and
he's not that old, you know. Forty-five something. Nice big cock, too, and
knows how to use it."
"You came?"
"Repeatedly. He even butt-fucked me."
"Really?"
"Yes. He hadn't ever done that before. I asked him to. He loved it."
"Shame we can't use him. It would be quite a billing ..."
"Yes, I know. Poor guy. Trapped by his position."
"But just think of it ... 'Tonite and every nite ... His Honour Judge
Bendre!"
She laughed. "I'm sure he'd love it."
"No wonder you're going to win this case."
"Oh, I don't know. He made it clear later that just because we'd fucked it
didn't mean he'd rule in my favour. Actually, it could well go against me."
"Then why did you agree?"
"Oh, I don't know. I trust the man. He'll give the right decision. Something
about him."
"Of course, if he does rule in your favour, you'll fuck him again."
She smiled. "Most definitely. I've already invited him to stay with me in
Bombay, win or lose. I'll introduce him, too. I think he'll enjoy the girls
back at the head office."
"Did you tell him about your ..."
"Yes. I timed that, though. Halfway through, when he had his cock stuck deep
inside me and couldn't back off."
"What happened?"
She giggled. "Oh, it sort of acted as a spur, to know he was fucking a
lawyer, that she was whoring for him. He really went all out."
"Weren't you nervous he'd blab about it?"
"Don't be silly, Ramesh. He wants his promotions. You think anyone's going
to promote him if he says he's been visiting brothels and fucking the ladies
of the Bar? He'll be lynched!"
Ramesh laughed. "Yes, you're right. Nice, that. All neat and tidy. You both
get what you want and nobody gets hurt."
"Exactly."
They stopped at a light. They were almost there. She began putting on her
advocate's bands and stuffed her papers in her briefcase. The light turned
green and he eased the car forward, pausing for a break in the traffic to
turn into the court's drive.
"Ramesh?"
"Ma'am?"
She smiled with relief. "Thanks for everything."
"You're welcome, ma'am." He smiled in the rear-view mirror.
"Oh, and another thing. Tell Laxman and Pandu to be sure to be home this
evening, I want them to fuck me. They won't get a chance later, after we
go."
"Very good, madam. They will like that. They enjoy fucking you."
"I know. They're exceptionally good."
"Will you recommend them, too? For a transfer to HQ, I mean?"
"I'm thinking about it."
"May I suggest that you should? They're getting better at it. A year ago,
when Dipti was here, they worked on her, too, but not as well as this time."
"Really."
"Yes. Practice, I guess." He shrugged and grinned.
She smiled. "Very well, I'll recommend them."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Ramesh, get them a whore apiece tonight, too, will you? A tip from me."
"Certainly. The limit?"
"Half of yours."
"That will do nicely, I'm sure." It would probably be the best paid fuck
either of them knew. "Shall I pay cash or charge it?"
"The whorehouse hasn't paid me yet. Tell them to deduct it from my fees.
Collect the rest and bring it with you."
"Very good, ma'am."
"And I thought we'd fuck tomorrow, later in the morning, when Bablu and co
have gone, or on the way to Bombay, or back home or something."
"Certainly. All of that, if you wish."
She smiled. "You know perfectly well that I will wish, you crafty bastard!
Fine. That's settled. Oh, good. There's Pandu now."
"I'd told him to be here to collect your things when you're done."
"Thank you. You think of everything."
"I try my best, ma'am."
"And very good it is, too. You're a darling."
He smiled at her in the rear-view mirror. He nosed through the traffic and
entered the drive. He pulled up in the compound and she collected her
things.
"Okay. Talk to Pandu about the evening, then go and make the bookings for
tonight. Come back at three, I should be through by then."
He nodded and stepped out to hold the door for her. She got out and smiled
briefly. He shut the door behind her. She stopped and turned as if to give
him a message. There were crowds of people milling about.
"Wish me luck," she murmured.
"Good luck," he replied.
To anyone watching them, it would have appeared that she was merely giving
him instructions.
"I'm really looking forward to the trip back tomorrow."
"And the morning. And the night, don't forget. We'll have fun."
She smiled. "Yes, we will."
She turned away and walked rapidly to the courthouse, hardly noticing the
envious glances from the women, the lusty looks of the men. Like all
Jayant's staff, she was used to constant adulation. But now there was work
to do.
End of Part B
End of Chapter 1
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