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                          THE COCKTAIL PARTY
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Everything about her was voluptuous. Her face, her body, her manner
and, finally, her lovemaking. Hari met her at a typically frenetic
cocktail party hosted by yet another beautiful person in advertising.
Hari detested these affairs. He found the people  loud, desperate,
greedy. His wife, Neha, who ran an ad agency insisted he go with her
and, as always, she had her way.
"You’ve got weird friends," he grumbled.
She grinned wickedly. "Not half as weird as my husband."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
"Well, look at you. For the past twenty minutes, we’ve been fighting
over this while you’re still fucking me. Wouldn’t you call that
weird?"
Hari laughed. "I guess you’re right."
"When am I not?"
Hari grinned and kissed her. She squeezed his taut buttocks open and
he groaned as he felt her slender finger press at his anus.
"Come on, my angry young man. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! OHHHH uhh!"
Later, in the elevator going down to the garage, she kissed him
deeply. "Hari, don’t be surprised by anything you see tonight. You’ll
see a lot. These people are strange, and I’m one of them."
"What are you going to do?" he asked curiously.
She smiled, squeezing his cock affectionately through his trousers.
"Whatever I like."
"Which means fucking like crazy, I suppose."
"Among other things, yes. Certainly."
At the party, she promptly abandoned him. He drifted toward the bar
and looked at the crowd. For a while, he battled bravely through the
champagne and canapés and then rapidly  grew bored. The people
were raucous and crude and shallow, full of themselves. The music was
loud and unpleasant, with idiotic lyrics and an irritatingly insistent
pumping rhythm.
Supriya was as obviously out of place as he was. He noticed her across
the room, assumed she was another ad-person and immediately ignored
her. Nursing his Scotch, he felt sorry for himself.
"I presume you’re not one of these advertising types either." He heard
a husky, sensual voice at his elbow.
He turned and smiled. "You’re right. I’m not. Are you?"
She shook her head. "No. My ... um ... a friend of mine is."
"Which one is she?"
"He."
"I’m sorry?"
"He. Not she. That one, there."
"By the wall?"
"That’s the one. Draping himself all over that lovely creature.
Someone he knows."
Hari saw the man, a well-built, handsome young stud, leaning over Neha
who stood against the wall. His arm was stretched over her shoulder,
his hand on the wall behind her head. She was doing nothing to keep
him away. Hari saw her face, the slightly parted lips, the dilated
nostrils, the bright eyes and recognised the signs. He sighed. She
would be fucking him before long. As he watched, the man put his hand
on Neha’s buttock and bent his head to hers. She responded with an arm
around his neck. Hari turned to Supriya.
"Actually, that’s my wife."
There was a little silence and Supriya looked at him curiously. She
turned to the pair by the wall. Her friend’s hand was on Neha’s breast
and their loins squirmed together. She slid her slender leg between
his.
Neha was absolutely stunning. A long neck led from a perfect, oval
face with high cheekbones, dark, large, *kajal*-rimmed eyes with long
lashes, a fine, straight nose. Her mouth was sensual: the slim upper
lip bowed sexily over a straight, full lower one. Her complexion was
dusky and flawless, smooth as chocolate cream.
Her body was slim, almost thin, with small breasts, a flat belly and
flared hips. Her legs and arms were slender and elegant, her shapely
feet encased in Roman sandals. Her fingers and toes and hands were
beautifully formed. She wore a light cream coloured silk blouse and a
matching pleated skirt. The blouse was cut low and wide, showing a
good deal of dusky, smooth skin beneath. It was totally transparent
and, quite evidently, she wore nothing beneath it. Her only jewelry
was a thin gold chain around her neck, small diamond ear-studs and a
slender bracelet on one wrist. Her silky hair was tied in a high pony
tail.  They broke apart and Neha slid her hands up the young man’s
deep chest, smiling prettily.
He was a fitting consort. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a hard, deep
chest and a small waist, narrow, high hips, taut buttocks and powerful
looking arms and legs. He was tall and clean-shaven with the slightly
heavy features that marked people from the southwest regions of the
country. His hair was thick and cut short, swept back, the nose fine,
the mouth small, but fleshy, the eyes small and dark, the jaw strong.
He was dressed quietly and well, in baggy pleated trousers with turn
ups, dark oxford shoes, an open, ruffled shirt, its sleeves rolled up
to the elbows. As Hari and Supriya watched, he slid his hand under her
blouse and cupped her naked breast. Her lips parted sexily and she
slid her hand between his legs.
"Oh my god," Supriya murmured.
"What’s his name?" Hari said softly.
"What?"
"Your boyfriend. The one pawing my wife. What’s his name?"
"Karan."
A burst of loud laughter from across the room drew their attention.
Five men were seated around a large glass-topped coffee table on which
an attractive young woman sprawled on her back. Her deeply cut,
ridiculously short dress was drawn up to her waist. Her legs were
forked. She was naked under it and she was masturbating slowly with
two fingers. The men cheered and laughed, egging her on. She seemed to
be deeply drugged, oblivious to her audience and her surroundings. Her
hips twitched and jerked and she moaned thickly, her eyes closed, her
head rolling slowly from shoulder to shoulder.
A woman behind them said, "Excuse me for a minute."
The man she was speaking to, a bearded young man wearing a black
T-shirt with an obscene decal protested. "Hey, what’s the matter?"
She smiled. "Oh, nothing much. One of the servants is inside. I hear
he has an astonishing cock. I’m going to try it out. Want to come and
watch?"
The man laughed loudly and nodded. "I might just watch and cum!"
The woman snorted with laughter and led him across the living room.
"They’re mad," Supriya said softly. "Are they always like this?"
"Is this your first ad-bang?"
She nodded. "Is that what they call it?"
"Yes. A time for all the beautiful ad-folk to unwind, let their hair
down, let it all hang out -- and to bop one another madly."
"Good God. Are you serious?"
"Oh, absolutely. Wait and watch." He grinned at her expression.
"Surprised?"
"Very."
"Get you a drink?"
"Please. A vodka tonic, lots of ice."
He got her the drink. She took a long draft, and accepted a cigarette.
He lit it with a Ronson lighter. She inhaled gratefully, blew out a
thin stream of smoke.
"My name’s Hari," he said.
"Supriya."
"Pleased to meet you."
They smiled. He thought she was very attractive. Her face was pretty,
in a sultry, sensual, earthy way. The eyes were large and dark, lined
with *kajal*. Her mouth was full and sensual, the nose a tad heavy,
but not unattractive. Her body was full and ripe, fleshy yet firm. Her
breasts were large and round and high, and she wore a long, off-white
*kurta* with a printed yoke pierced by a plunging V that revealed a
tantalisingly deep and dark cleavage. She wasn’t very tall, but she
obviously took good care of her figure. Her belly was flat, her hips
flared and he thought they’d make a perfect cushion for a man’s
thrusting pelvis.
They perched on bar stools and surveyed the steadily increasing frenzy
in the room. Supriya looked at Hari out of the corner of her eye. He
was watching the people with bemused expression. He’s dishy, she
thought, very dishy. Tall and dark, very good looking with a square
jaw, clean-shaven, a strong, lean nose and deep-set dark eyes, thick,
curly hair swept back. His mouth was slim and wide and sexy. His body
was terrific. The shoulders sprawled, the neck was thick with muscle.
The chest looked wide and deep and hard with slabs of strength, the
belly flat and tough. His torso tapered to a narrow waist and high
hips and his legs and arms were long and full of thick, round bunches
of muscle. He was dressed casually, in soft leather shoes, dark
pleated trousers of exquisite cut, a light blue shirt and paisley
printed tie under a blazer. He wore no jewelry at all. His wrist watch
was a quiet, flat Patek Phillipe with a simple black leather strap.
There was nothing ostentatious about him, and yet his persona was
compelling. She found him incredibly sexy.
Supriya had a strong and uninhibited sexual instinct and had several
lovers since her mid teens. Karan was only the latest in a long string
of studs to share her bed. She had met him recently on a business
trip. He was a model, and they happened to be in the same hotel in a
strange city. Their affair was young and, so far, she had enjoyed it.
He was a good lover and he didn’t hassle her. But Hari was something
else. A real man. Powerful, handsome, strong. She wanted a lover like
this.
They sat in silence, looking at the room. Couples gyrated to the
music, jigging and twisting energetically by the huge speakers. A man
began stripping the woman on the coffee table. Supriya watched him
pull off the woman’s dress and grope her breasts.  A manservant came
by with a tray of canapés. He had a raging erection that he
couldn’t hide. His penis made a tent in the crotch of his tight white
trousers. He was a good-looking young man with a handsome face and a
slim, attractive body. He came to her and offered her the tray. His
eyes were glassy, his nostrils flared, his lips parted. She waved him
away. She spotted another servant, and another. Both were attractive.
Their crotches bulged.
A sound from the group by the coffee table drew her attention again.
Somebody had produced a dildo-vibrator. The woman on the table was
masturbating furiously, moaning and crying out. Her body heaved and
writhed. She plunged the huge thing in and out of her cunt, her hands
and arms taut with tension, jerking back and forth. Two or three women
joined the group to watch. One of them unbuttoned a man’s fly and bent
her head over his lap and began sucking his cock hungrily, her head
bobbing rapidly over his lap. Another woman pulled open her blouse and
sat on a young man’s lap. He sucked her breasts and began
finger-fucking her. She moaned loudly and fumbled for his penis,
moving it between her naked thighs to her evidently wet slit.
Someone in the group beckoned to a servant. The servant bent over, the
man said something to him, the servant nodded and grinned. He was a
young, dark, good-looking guy with a lean body. He set down his tray
and undid his trousers and dropped them in a puddle to his feet. His
cock was long and thick and dark, better than any Supriya had known in
a while. The servant reached forward and took the vibrator from the
masturbating woman. He knelt between the woman’s legs and began
masturbating her. With his free hand, he jerked his cock. It ballooned
rapidly, growing to immense proportions. The watching women looked at
it with naked lust.
"My god, what a cock," one of them moaned.
"Yeah ... these servants have the best pricks. They make the best
lovers."
"Tell me about it, Sheela!" One of the men laughed. "You sleep with
them all, don’t you?"
The woman laughed. "But of course, darling. What can I do with a
husband who’d rather be playing golf?"
"But you said you play too?"
The woman snorted. "Sure. The difference is he uses a stick to put
balls in a hole. I get balls to put a stick in my hole."
The group groaned in mock despair at the awful joke and turned back to
the servant and the woman on the table. The servant slid the vibrator
out of her cunt. She moaned and her hands went down between his legs
to take his cock, tugging it to her cunt. The servant thrust his hips
forward suddenly and rammed his cock deep into her cunt, with a loud
cry, his head jerking back.
"OH MA UHHHH AHHHHHH UHH OHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The woman cried out, the breath whooshing from her as his cock slammed
deep and hard into her cunt. The spectators guffawed and cheered. The
woman’s hips bucked and lurched upward and her body twisted and
writhed and her face contorted in a rictus of lust. Her legs rose and
wound about his hips. He started to fuck her with hard, strong
thrusts. The crowd cheered and applauded. Hari recognised the woman as
a model who played the housewife in a popular detergent ad.
Hari touched her elbow. "Supriya. Look."
She turned to Karan and Neha. Karan had opened her blouse fully and
she had unzipped his trousers. They were kissing, his hands mauling
her breasts, her fingers around his cock. She tongued his ear
lasciviously and he slid his hands under her skirt and flipped it up
over her hips. She was naked under it. As they watched, Neha slithered
to her knees before Karan and began sucking his penis. He groaned and
fucked her face, rocking her head back and forth with one hand, his
hips pumping. She sucked him harder and harder, her head rolling and
twisting, her tongue snaking and slithering over his cock.
"Hey Neha!" someone bellowed across the room. "Remember Kathmandu?"
She looked up and giggled. "How could I forget? Four at a time!"
"Yeah, and me in Pondicherry!" someone else said. "And again tonight?"
"Maybe, if you’re nice to me," she taunted.
Karan laughed and pulled her head back to his cock. Supriya and Hari
watched in silence as she sucked him vigorously. He groaned in joy,
then pulled her to her feet. They kissed and she undid his trousers
and they dropped to his knees. He caught her buttocks and she spread
her legs and hopped up in his hands, her legs winding about his
thighs, her arms around his shoulders.
"Fuck me," they heard her say. "Fuck me hard, Karan ... fuck my cunt!"
His buttocks flexed and she gasped, her head arching back. Karan began
fucking her rapidly, his buttocks twitching, flexing, unflexing,
jerking and thudding back and forth. Neha’s voice was loud and sharp
and ragged. Her body snapped and jerked against the wall. Her head was
flung back, her eyes closed. Karan slammed his hips back and forth.
His cock ran hard and deep into her cunt.
"Yes yes yes yes yes Ohhhhh yes baby yes ... fuck me ... fuck me
harder c’mon you bastard shove it in yes Ohhh yes ... yes ohhh god yes
..."
"Take it ... take it whore ... take my cock ... take it you bitch ...
mm yeh ... ohhhh yes yes ... Ohhh god yes ..." Karan groaned.
They finished quickly, gasping and groaning. Neha leaned against the
wall, catching her breath. Her skirt was still up around her hips, her
cunt naked for all to see, her blouse wide open. Karan jerked up his
trousers. She dropped her skirt and pulled her blouse together. They
moved away from the wall. As they passed, Neha grinned at Karan.
"I want one of these servants," she said aloud.
Karan laughed. "Three of us?"
"Yes, like Ooty, remember, with the waiter, what was his name?"
"Selvaraj."
"Yeah, right. Selvy."
"No, not like that. Like this," he mimicked her in mid-orgasm, "Oh
Selvy-Selvy-Selvy yes Ohhh yes!"
Neha laughed and punched his arm affectionately. "Come on, idiot.
Let’s find me a servant-cock."
They moved away, and Neha looked over her shoulder at Hari and winked
wickedly. Hari shook his head with a weary smile.
"Let’s get out of here," he sighed.
"Yes." Her voice was low and curiously husky.
He turned to her and smiled gently. "Want to go out?"
"What’s the choice?"
"We could just go and sit quietly in another room."
"Or?" She said, sliding off the bar stool and putting down her drink.
"We could go someplace and fuck."
She smiled. "That sounds better. All this is making me horny."
"Really? I find it boring."
"I thought it’d turn you on."
"Nope. No soul."
She didn’t answer.
"It’s a bit stupid, if you know what I mean. I think they do it just
to be different. It has a hint of depraved desperation to it."
"I don’t know. It has a compelling hungriness to it."
"That’s true. But if these people ordinarily enjoyed greater sexual
freedom, they probably wouldn’t feel the need for this."
"And I take it that you enjoy that sexual liberty?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."
"You fuck around?"
"Constantly."
"Outside marriage?"
"Oh, yes certainly."
"Your wife ... sorry, what did you say her name was?"
"Actually, I didn’t. Neha."
"Neha. She doesn’t mind?"
"Not in the least. She can’t afford to." He smiled. "No, I’m no
chauvinist androcrat. Just that she has the same freedom herself. As
you saw."
He studied her quietly. "You’re uncomfortable about this."
"No, not really," she said. "I mean, I have my lovers, too. It’s just
that it’s, well, unusual. Especially in this country."
He laughed. "You couldn’t be more wrong, Supriya. Don’t forget, we
have a history of sex, several hundred years of it. The Kama Sutra,
Khajuraho and all that."
She smiled. "You’re probably right. I suppose the urban middle class
is no gauge."
"None at all. And you’re wrong even there. You should see the things
they do, in all those squalid *chawls* and *bastis*."
"But that still doesn’t explain this ... this frenzy ..."
"No, it doesn’t," he agreed. "I’m just saying that it’s wrong to see
Indians as puritans. They’re not, by and large. But these people
aren’t doing it for pleasure. At least, not pleasure as we understand
it."
"What then?"
He looked at her quietly. "You know, these people are absurdly lonely.
And their loneliness scares them. They need this kind of thing to feel
that they belong, that they’re wanted. It gives them a sense of
identity. It’s like being a member of a club."
"Possible," she said nodding slowly. "That makes sense."
"And it’s certainly a salve to their inferiority complexes."
"What?"
"It gives them that heady feeling of power. Take that guy, for
instance, the one who got the servant to fuck the woman on the table.
She’s his boss, by the way, and he’s got his job only because she
likes being fucked by him. She treats him like dogshit. This is his
way of flexing muscle and restoring his self-image. It’s pathetic."
"You object to women keeping men?"
"Not at all. It’s necessary. Even if they’re only playthings.
Toyboys."
"Then what’s the objection?"
"The fact that these women treat the men like dirt. It’s okay to be
casual about sex, to do it for the physical release. Actually, I think
that’s the best kind of sex. When’s it’s unfettered by silly
adolescent notions of love and all that kind of thing. But when the
women treat the men like a pair of shoes, to be used till they’re
scuffed and then pitched out -- that I detest. You just can’t treat
human beings like that."
"Although the relationship is merely sexual?"
"Especially then. Incidentally, I don’t think there’s anything ‘mere’
about sex. It’s very important, very precious."
"What is? Just sex, with anyone at all, or sex with someone special?"
"Just sex. I thrive on sex. It justifies my existence. The people
don’t matter."
"I thought you just said they did."
"What I said is that it doesn’t matter whom you fuck, so long as it’s
good for both of you, and neither treats the other like shit."
"Complete equality?"
"That’s right."
"For both."
"Precisely."
She laughed. "Well, I must say, I find that extraordinary."
"Oh?"
"Yes," she continued. "Oh I agree with everything you said. But it’s
not often one finds a man sensitive enough to understand. Generally,
it’s a feminine sensibility."
"You speak from experience, of course," he said grinning slyly.
She smiled. "Don’t be clever. But, since you ask, yes, in fact, I do.
Karan’s only the latest in a long line. Since I was sixteen,
actually."
"And how did the others end?"
She shrugged. "Badly for me, usually. The men walked out. Only a
couple stayed friends."
"That’s too bad."
"It’s okay. I’m a survivor. I have my friends."
"And lovers?"
"And lovers," she laughed.
"And Karan, how does he feel about your old lovers coming back?"
"I honestly don’t know. We’ve never talked about it."
"Why not?"
"Oh, we have this understanding. He doesn’t have a place to stay in
Bombay, so I let him use mine free. In return, he has to fuck me when
I want him to. Beyond that, he’s free to do his thing and I mine. When
I don’t want him he’s free to fuck anyone else and so am I."
"And what is it you do?"
"Market research." She named a leading agency and said she was its
chief executive.
He nodded. He had heard of it. Highly respected, with high powered
clientele.
"You must travel a great deal."
"I do. That’s where I pick up old threads. Sometimes we even have
dinner or a drink."
He laughed. "That’s quite liberated, too. Your friends must enjoy your
visits."
"Oh yes. Even the married ones. I’m very good in bed, actually."
He looked at her with an amused expression. "Is that so?" he drawled
softly.
"So they say."
"Do you want to join one of these groups?"
She shook her head. "Not now, no. Maybe later. I’ve done it often
enough in the past. I prefer the slower variety now. But your wife
seems to enjoy it."
He laughed. "Oh she does, immensely. Frankly, she’s a bit of a nympho.
A fabulous piece of ass. One of the best."
"What about you?"
He looked at her steadily for a moment before answering. "I’m
exceptionally good in bed."
Supriya felt a frisson of excitement. There was no hubris in his tone,
just a quiet confidence. She readily believed it. He must be an
extraordinary lover.
Hari nudged her and pointed to the dining table across the room. Neha
was stark naked, on her back on the table between the flower
arrangements and crockery and cutlery. Her hips were at the edge of
the table, her legs spread wide. A servant was between her legs, his
head thrust into her crotch, tongue-fucking her. They heard her moan
loudly. Her hips bucked and writhed. She clenched his hair with one
hand, moving his head around in her crotch. With her other hand, she
squeezed her breasts in excitement. Karan, another servant, and
several men and women stood around watching. The men had dropped their
trousers and were masturbating their enormous erections. The women
were stripping slowly, fondling their breasts and cunts. As they
watched, the servant lifted his head and shuffled forward between
Neha’s legs. He held them high and wide on either side of his broad
chest. She fumbled for his cock.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard!"
The man chortled and squeezed his cock into her cunt. She gasped and
arched under him. He groaned and they saw him flex his buttocks
slowly, driving his cock deep into her. She whimpered happily. The man
began to fuck her with steady back-and-forth strokes.
"As you see," Hari murmured. "Neha and I are have our preferences. She
enjoys this kind of thing, I don’t much. I prefer to enjoy my lovers
slowly, too, when I can."
"Can’t you always?"
He looked at her and smiled. "Sadly no. My work, you see."
"What’s that? Your work, I mean."
"I’m sorry, I should have explained."
"Yes. So what do you do?"
"I fuck."
"I’m sorry?"
"I fuck," he repeated, his eyes lingering on hers. "That’s my job. To
fuck women."
"You’re ..."
"No," he laughed. "I’m not a gigolo. Though I do hire myself out
occasionally, for kicks. I do porno films."
She stared at him, astonished.
"Sorry, does that bother you?"
She shook her head. "No, not at all. Go on ... you were saying ..."
"Mm? Oh yes, my work. Yes, I’m a porno-film stud. I also do shoots for
porno magazines, live shows, that kind of thing."
"That’s your full time job?"
"No. Only part. Increasingly, I’m sorry to say, a small part. I work
for the firm that produces these things. We’re quite big. Heard of
Hedon & Venery?"
"Good god, yes. I have all their videos and magazines. I use their
products constantly."
"Which ones?"
"The drugs, the dildos."
"Ever used their room services? At the bordello?"
"The Apistia. Certainly. At least twice a week."
"I work there, too."
"But we’ve never met!"
"We have a lot of men on call. Who’s your favourite?"
"Oh, they’re all fantastic. Kishore and Jayant are the best, though.
Absolutely unbelievable. I once had them both together."
"Must have cost you a packet."
"It was worth every damn penny," she laughed. "I’ve never had so many
orgasms in one night. You actually work for Hedon & Venery?"
"Yes. Chief of Operations."
"And what does that involve, exactly?"
He smiled. "I make sure that everything runs smoothly. That our
clientele gets what it pays for, audiences get the best movies and
shows and the reading public gets the steamiest magazines going."
"A hands-on job, is it?"
He laughed. "Yes, frequently. Thank god."
Then he looked at her steadily. "I also oversee recruitment."
She held his eyes. "Is that so?" she murmured.
"Yes, it is."
"Do you take volunteers?" she asked softly.
"I have the discretion to test them, yes."
"Would you like to exercise that discretion?"
"With you?"
"Yes."
"With pleasure."
"That, I guarantee," she laughed.
"We’ll see," he smiled. "We’ll see."
"Come on, then."
"After you. Please."
By now the floor of the living room was a tangle of writhing, gasping,
heaving bodies. The servant had abandoned the woman on the coffee
table. Now, she was on the floor on all fours, sucking a man’s cock
while another fucked her cunt furiously from behind. The servant
himself was locked in a sixty-nine with another woman.
Three men were fucking an attractive young model together. She
couldn’t have been more than nineteen. She was slender and lovely in
her nakedness. Her face twisted in agony as one of the men, lying on
his back on the floor, forced her anus onto his cock. A second man
shuffled between her forked legs. She protested, whimpering. He
grunted and pressed his cock-head to her cunt and told her to relax
and kissed her. Her cunt-lips opened and he squeezed his cock into
her. The girl screamed thinly. The two men began to fuck her together,
their cocks sawing in and out of her cunt and ass alternately. Her
body jerked and thrashed between theirs. She turned her face to the
third man who thrust his cock into her mouth.
Across the room, Neha was half twisted on her side, her upper leg
raised high, while another servant fucked her cunt brutally. She
gasped and moaned, jerking and snapping under his thrusts. He went
faster and a man stepped forward and pushed his cock at her mouth. She
began to suck it greedily.
Hari and Supriya walked across the room. They entered a long corridor
lined with books and video films, many of them classics of
pornography. Hari noticed several titles from Hedon & Venery’s
film and publishing divisions.
The house had three bedrooms. In the first, a young man was on his
back, two women in stages of undress beside him. Another, naked, was
astride his groin, his cock stuck deep in her slit, her head flung
back. The boy had a lewd look on his grinning face. He was good
looking and well built, evidently the servant with the monster cock.
Hari estimated it to be ten inches long and correspondingly thick. The
woman was moaning and keening, rocking back and forth, her buttocks
writhing and grinding on his lap, rising and falling eagerly. The boy
had his hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard, chuckling and
chortling, calling her *whore, bitch, slut*. The woman bucked madly,
her voice ragged. Another woman moaned softly and slid onto the bed
and straddled the youth’s face. He thrust his tongue up into her cunt
and she gasped, arching, her hands on her breasts. The woman riding
his cock bent forward and kissed the newcomer. A bearded man groaned
as his companion dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.
After several minutes, the trio on the bed broke apart. The woman
who’d had her cunt licked turned on all fours and the servant rammed
his enormous cock into her. She cried out, her body jerking forward,
her heavy breasts jiggling. The other woman knelt behind him and began
to lick his balls and anus. The boy groaned and slammed his hips
rapidly back and forth, his huge cock squelching and rasping into the
woman’s cunt.
In the next room, they found a naked couple. The woman was on her
back, the man bent over her, fucking her furiously. They didn’t even
look up. The man’s buttocks bobbed and pumped, rocking feverishly up
and down, his short, thick cock stabbing deep into the woman. She
gasped and arched writhing in delight, moaning aloud. Her breasts
wobbled under his thrusts and she squeezed them in a frenzy, crying
out loudly.
"Yes! Ohhhh baby yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me harder! C’mon! Do it!"
Her lover began ramming and reaming savagely into her cunt. Her body
whipped on the bed. The man levered her thighs open with his knees and
plunged savagely into her, making her scream thinly. His buttocks
flexed and unflexed rapidly and his cock plunged in and out of her
visibly wet cunt.
They heard a babble of voices behind them and returned to the first
bedroom. Neha had come in with another servant and Karan. The trio on
the bed had broken apart. One of the women who had just been fucked by
the servant was now with the bearded man. He bent over her, his
buttocks bobbing, his thick cock glistening in and out of her cunt.
The other two women had found a dildo and were locked in a lesbian
embrace. They kissed passionately, and one of them forced the thick,
long dildo into the other’s cunt. Neha went up to the servant with the
big penis and kissed him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his
mouth, one hand around his shoulders, the other on his cock.
"I want this one," she murmured. "I want this cock. Fuck me with it
... ram my cunt with it!"
Behind her, the other servant pressed his cock to her buttocks and put
his arms around her to squeeze her breasts. She groaned and slipped to
her knees before them. The two erect penises quivered in front of her
face. She began to suck them greedily. They were big and dark and her
face was distended with their size. She moaned and whimpered, her
pointed tongue rolling over their cock-heads, jerking and sucking them
alternately, then together. She turned to Karan, who was grinning and
masturbating. Hari noted Karan’s fine physique. Neha would enjoy
herself. She took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him hard.
Her fists and lips were soon sticky with his gunk, his dark cock big
and erect and hard and long, throbbing in her hands. He held her head
in his hands and moved it rapidly back and forth, fucking her face.
The two servants pawed her body and she fondled their cocks and
testicles, releasing Karan to suck the others for a while. Karan
chuckled lewdly.
"Great piece of ass, heh?" he said to the servants, who grinned
appreciatively.
The three men stood with their heads bowed, watching her suck them
off. Then a servant grabbed and fucked her face rapidly, jerking her
head furiously back and forth, pumping his hips. Karan pushed his cock
in her mouth again.
"Ohhh yeh baby yeh ... mm yeh ... suck it ohhhh god yes ..." he
moaned.
As Hari and Supriya watched, all four moved to the bed. One of the men
lay down and Neha bent over his lap, on her knees, her buttocks thrust
back. She took one cock in her mouth and called for the other servant
to fuck her cunt hard. He chuckled and knelt behind her and squeezed
her penis into the dark cleft between her buttocks. With a loud cry,
he slammed his hips forward and buried his penis in her cunt. Neha’s
head whipped up and she cried out sharply, her face distending with
joy. She took the first servant’s penis in her mouth again and began
to suck him furiously.
Behind her, the man fucked her savagely, holding her slender hips and
jerking her back and forth on his penis, slamming his hips at her
buttocks. He came hard, spattering her buttocks with his jizz and
Karan took his place. Just then, the man under her came in her mouth,
and she opened her lips wide and caught his jizz on her tongue. It
splashed on her face and breasts.
"OHH baby yes ... oh god yes ... fuck me ... ohhh yes!" she cried
deliriously.
"UNNNHHHHHH! OH-UNHHHHHHHHHH!" he gasped as he swung his hips and
spiralled into her, skewering her cunt.
He fucked her steadily, holding her hips, rocking his hips
rhythmically back and forth, his cock going in and out of her pussy.
She rocked on all fours before him. The thin gold chain around her
neck swung with their thrusts. He squeezed her breasts hard. She
moaned joyously.
"Oh god Karan oh god oh god oh god oh god ohhh baby yes yes ohhh god
yes that’s it baby yes ... do it baby yes ... Mm, yeh ohhhh yeh yeh
yeh ... do it lover ... fuck my cunt mm, yes ... OHHHHhh yes that’s it
... oh baby that feels so good ... yes OHHhh yes!"
"Take it ... take it ... take it bitch ... take it Neha ... take it
ohh god oh baby oh baby yes yes ... ohhh baby yeh ... mm, yeh ohhh god
yeh ... god, you’re so hot ... so tight ... so good yeh ohhh Neha take
it bitch ... mm yehhhh that’s it uhh AHHHHHHH!" Karan gasped in reply.
The two servants had pried apart the writhing lesbians on the floor
and were fucking them vigourously from behind, lying on their side.
The women moaned with lust.
Supriya was riveted by the sight. She turned to Hari with a soft moan.
"Hari ... I’m hot ... fuck me ...," she whimpered.
They hurried to the third bedroom and he bolted the door. Supriya
flung herself at him, kissing him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into
his mouth, squeezing her breasts against his chest, pressing her loins
to his.
"Hey, hey, slow down!" he laughed. "We’re alone. No need to rush.
Besides, it’s against our rules."
"What rules?"
"Standard operating procedure at Hedon & Venery. Take your time on
a field test."
"Is that all I am to you? Just a field test?"
"Absolutely. Now you’re just another piece of ass, good for a fuck."
"And no promises."
"None."
"Just a good fuck."
"I don’t know about the good bit -- yet."
"I’m good."
"I intend to find out."
"Thank god for that."
He drew her close, an arm over her shoulder. Her breath was sweet and
warm. She wore a musky, erotic perfume that suited her admirably. Her
lips parted slowly as her head inclined to his. His lips met hers,
plucked at her lips, fled, returned, held. He sucked gently on her
lower lip. He slid his tongue into her mouth, fencing against hers,
running his over her teeth and under her lips, over her gums. She
responded hungrily.
"You realise that by now we’re the most overdressed couple in this
house?"
"Not for long," he grinned. "At least, I hope not."
"You do not hope in vain," she murmured.
She began to undress him, taking off his blazer and tie, undoing the
buttons of his shirt. They kicked off their footwear. He cupped her
breasts and found them swollen and hot, turgid. Her nipples were
rigid. He squeezed her breasts gently, making her moan deep in her
throat.
She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and off his shoulders. His
body was superbly contoured, ridged with muscle and thick veins. His
skin was stretched taut over the musculature, almost translucent. His
torso was totally hairless, incredibly sexy. He rucked up her *kurta*,
sliding his hands over her breasts, making her tremble. Stepping back
slightly, she crossed her arms and pulled the *kurta* off her head and
shrugged off her bra. Her breasts were lovely, large and firm and
round with large dark aureoles and thick, long, stiff nipples.
She jerked the cord of her *churidar*; it rustled to her feet. She
bent and tugged off her panties and stepped naked to him. He stroked
her naked buttocks and breasts and back in mounting excitement. Her
fingers crawled under the waistband of his trousers. Her fingertips
coiled around the base of his shaft.
"Mm, nice and big," she murmured throatily. "Nice and big."
He grinned. She undid his trousers.  His cock was nine inches long
limp, an inch thick, with heavy, low balls. He had shaved his balls
and the cock-shaft down to the hilt. Another SOP of Hedon & Venery
for all studs. Anacalypsis Productions, Hedon & Venery’s film
division insisted that it made for better close-up footage when the
cocks went into cunts and assholes. Supriya dropped to her knees and
cupped it in her hands.
"It’s beautiful," she murmured thickly. "I’m going to love this!"
Hari watched with amusement as Supriya fondled his cock, caressing her
face with it, peppering it with kisses. Moaning deeply, she began to
masturbate him, jerking his penis slowly. His cock began to swell and
harden in her hands. She rolled the foreskin back and her lips,
already parted, now widened and her long tongue snaked out and swirled
about his cock-head. Hari gasped sharply, sucking in his breath.
Flames of pleasure shot through him, flickered at his loins.  She was
damned good.
"Mm ... yeh ... suck it ... yes ... that’s it ... keep going bitch
keep sucking my cock ... Ohhh yes ... mm ... that’s nice ... mm ...
that’s it ... yes ..." he murmured approvingly.
Her head tilted from side to side as she licked and kissed his penis
and balls. Her tongue coiled about his cock-head again, rapped at his
glans, swirled rapidly over his cock-head, rippled down his shaft,
over his balls, up again. Then her lips enveloped his cock-head and
part of his shaft and she began to suck him off.
"Mm ... yeh ... ohhh yeh baby ... suck it ... mm yes ... that’s it ...
ohhhhh that’s good ... mm ... yes ... suck it bitch ... suck my prick
... god yes!" Hari gasped, flinging his head back.
He fucked her face, rocking her head gently back and forth with his
hand, relishing the wonderful warm moistness of her mouth. Her
electric tongue swirled and coiled incessantly over his gorged
cock-head, her fist pumping his shaft. She ducked her head and sucked
his balls one by one. Her tongue contoured over his large testicles.
He bent his head, aroused further by the sight of her lips encasing
his cock-head and his shaft, slip-sliding up and down his cock. It
gleamed, dark and hard and long, shining and throbbing, glistening
with his pre-cum gunk now. Hari stretched his arms and fondled her
swollen breasts and hard nipples, making her squirm. He caressed her
face, the nape of her neck, pulling her head further forward,
thrusting more of his cock into her. The musky odour and tangy taste
of his semen aroused her and she thrust a hand between her legs,
arched a finger into her slit and began to masturbate.
He noticed and fucked her face harder and deeper, his hips jerking
rapidly back and forth, rocking her head swiftly toward his crotch.
She whimpered deep in her throat as it filled her mouth. It pulsed
ominously under her tongue and he pulled her to her feet. They kissed
again, and he could taste himself on her lips. Her breasts crushed hot
and fat against him. Her nipples scraped against his hard chest and
she writhed against him, his cock hard against her belly.
"Hari," she gasped, "fuck me ... fuck me hard ... quickly ..."
He seated her at the edge of the bed with her legs over the side. He
knelt between her split thighs and fingered her slit. She moaned deep
in her throat when he kissed her again. He cupped and weighed the big,
swollen luscious mounds of her breasts. He bent his head, squeezed one
succulent breast in his fingers and dragged his thick, rough tongue
out heavily over her nipple.
"OHHHHH OHHHHH!" she gasped, tensing in excitement.
He drew the nipple into his mouth and scraped it across his teeth and
gums, flicking it this way and that with his tongue, rubbing it across
the roof of his mouth. He sucked on it sharply, making her gasp and
fling her head back. He let go, sucked again, let go, sucked harder.
Supriya groaned, panting. He moved to the other breast and toyed with
the nipple, sucking it, then slowly releasing it, sucking harder and
harder. The sensation was exquisite. Her nipples throbbed.
"OHHHH UNHH OHHH!" she moaned.
He squeezed her heavy breasts together and sucked on both nipples
simultaneously. Supriya gasped, arching hard, her head whipping back,
her mouth tearing open, a jagged, sore cry erupting from her throat.
"OHHHHHHH yes-yes-yes!" she gasped.
He moved lower and, moaning and gasping, she slid onto her back on the
bed, spreading her legs wide. His tongue traced a tantalising line
downward, through her navel, dipping lower still. He nuzzled her
cunt-fuzz; Supriya trembled; her hips twitched and jerked up at his
face. Dewdrops of cunt-juice glistened on her pubic hair and sodden
cunt-lips and the tender flesh within. She clawed her cunt-lips wide.
"Oh god yes ... lick it ... suck my slit ... come on baby ... eat my
cunt ..." she begged, her voice throaty and sexy.
Hari’s tongue swirled into her cunt. Supriya gasped, and her back
arched. The breath hissed from her throat, and her head jerked to one
side. She moaned loudly, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing
them hard in a frenzy of lust, tweaking and pinching her rigid
nipples. Her fingers entwined in his hair, pinning him to her pumping
loins. Her body flushed and she felt the first sexy trickle of sweat
in her cleavage. His tongue was wonderful in her slit, probing deep,
his lips sucking on her inflamed clitoris, his sharp teeth nibbling on
it, making her cry in joy. Her body arched, her mouth tore open in a
cry of joy.
"OHHHH Hari-Hari-Hari yes oh god yes oh yes yes oh god yes!" she
moaned, her groin lurching up to his face.
Her hips ground under his face. She clenched his hair and kept his
face pinned between her trembling thighs. His tongue was utterly
relentless, rippling like fire through her crack, flickering like
lightning against her swollen clitoris, running up and down, lapping
at the thick, heady juices that flowed in a heavy stream. She moaned
and whimpered, her head rolling ecstatically on her shoulders, crying
out as he pushed her to the brink of an orgasm.
"Yes Ohhhhh uhhh OHHH yes yes OHHH god yes!" she cried.
Abruptly, he stopped, denying her satisfaction. Supriya gasped in
disbelief.
"God, don’t ... stop!" she cried angrily. "Don’t stop now, you
bastard!"
He chuckled. She was really quite good, great goods, a worthy fuck.
Almost as good as the young film star he had filmed in audition last
week, what was her name, Juhi. Now there was something exceptional --
that face, that body, that laugh ... that hunger for sex ... He had
enjoyed his sex with her after the shoot.
"Now bitch ... feel my meat!" he growled aloud, driven by the memory.
He knelt between her split legs, lifted her thighs in his hands and
pulled them apart. She reached down and pulled her cunt-lips wide for
him.
"Yes ... c’mon Hari ... put it in ... all of it ... I want your cock
..." she begged.
He chuckled. Slowly, he guided his cock to her hole and squeezed the
enormous cock-head through the sodden portals of her cunt. It squeezed
past her wet cunt-lips and the thick, bulging cock-head popped into
her cunt-flesh. At the first blazing touch of his cock in her cunt,
Supriya arched in shock and delirious joy, gasping loudly.
"UHHHHh ... OHHhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.
Her cunt spasmed on his cock, a hot, wet, tight vice and Hari flung
his head back and gasped in delight. Her cunt was wonderful. His
buttocks flexed and he thrust forward, sinking into her soft
cunt-flesh. The enormity of his penis seared into her and Supriya
moaned in delight, her head arching.
"OHHHhhh yes ... god yes yes ... c’mon Hari ... shove it all in yes
... OHHHHHH yes baby ... that’s it ... mm ... god you’re so big ... so
hard ... fuck me lover ... Oh god in heaven yes!"
He continued to thrust into her, squeezing inch by glorious inch into
her flesh. His buttocks flexed slowly as he went in deeper still.
Embedded finally in her flesh, he paused to savour the exquisite heat
of her cunt and its powerful contractions on his invading penis.  Her
hips writhed and ground in slow, heavy circles, her cunt spasming on
his cock. His face craned in delight and he groaned at the wet heat of
her slit. Beneath him, Supriya moaned, her face contorted in a rictus
of lust, her back bowed taut. Her fingers cupped his balls, squeezing
gently. Hari moaned loudly. Supriya whimpered, her body bathed in
sweat, her head rolling languorously from shoulder to shoulder. She
squeezed her turgid breasts hard, rolling them under her palms.
"C’mon Hari ... fuck me ... fuck me hard," she muttered.
His cock was wonderful within her, rock hard and burning hot; she
could feel it throb and pulsate inside her flesh. She wound her legs
about his back and swung her hips in a hard circle, mashing her own
cunt-flesh with his pestle. She gasped as his thick shaft rasped over
her inflamed clitoris. He grunted in delight.
"Ohhhhh baby yes ..." he grunted.
He levered her thighs wider and her legs unwound, her feet rising.
His belly drew in and his buttocks unflexed as he slowly slid out of
her, pulling out till only the very tip of his penis remained inside
her. She gasped as his massive cock ground out, the thick-veined,
rough-skinned shaft rasping against her clitoris. He held himself out
of her for a long moment, and she moaned, her cunt arching upward
hungrily. Slowly he thrust into her again, grinding down with a fierce
roll of his hips, entering her from all angles. Supriya cried out, her
head jerking and craning to one side, her back arching steeply, her
face twisting as the huge cock went in and in and in, probing the
deepest recesses of her cunt.
He began to fuck her slowly, rocking his hips in a measured rhythm.
His cock glistened and shone as it emerged and disappeared into her
cunt. His buttocks flexed and unflexed. The gargantuan penis throbbed
and pulsed in and out of her spasming cunt. He fucked her unhurriedly.
Her cunt was a fiery glove, enveloping him. His cock was magnificent.
She moaned deliriously, her head flipping from side to side in
ecstasy, her hands on her breasts, squeezing and crushing the heavy
mounds. Her hips moved with his, pumping heavily, heaving up at his in
naked lust. Hari arched his handsome head and began moving faster. His
trim, slender hips rocked back and forth, snapping at the waist, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically.
Supriya cried out, and her body jerked and snapped back and forth with
his thrusts, her back bowing with every lunge. Her swollen breasts
jiggled, the gold chain around her neck tossed and slithered on her
dusky skin. Faster and faster he went, and started to ram-fuck her,
slamming his hips forward, his balls swinging up against her
cunt-lips. He put his hand on her belly, pinning her down as she
thrashed under him. The bed heaved and bucked. Supriya’s breasts
throbbed, the nipples quivering nuthard. Supriya loved being fucked
like this. His cock was relentless, plowing in, sliding out, thrusting
in hard and deep and fast, over and over again, faster and faster,
deeper and deeper.
Sweat glistened and splintered off their bodies. Their cries rose. Her
cunt spasmed uncontrollably; his penis was impossibly big. Its heat
scorched her cunt.
"OHHHHhh ... uhhh ... OH god oh god oh god oh god oh god ohhhhh uhhhh
OHHHH ... uhhh ... OHHHHHh ... yes oh yes oh yes ohhh god yes ohhhhhh
uhhh OHHHHHh uhh yehbabyyesohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.
"Mm ... Uhhhhh ... Unhhhhhh ... UNhhhhhhh ... UNH-UNh-Unh ohhh yeh
take it cunt ... mm ... yeh ... that’s it ... take it bitch ... yeh
... take it ohhh yes take it bitch ... c’mon you whore ... take my
cock Ohhh yeh!" he growled.
The violent language excited her even more.
"UNH-UNH-HUH-UNH-HUH-UNH-UH-UNH-UNH!"she cried, her fleshy body
heaving frantically on the bed.
Faster and faster he moved, jerking his hips savagely back and forth,
his thrusts shorter, deeper, harder. His cock pistoned and rocketed
furiously in and out of her cunt, his hard shaft mashing her swollen
clitoris. His buttocks flexed and unflexed, his hips swinging like a
trip- hammer.
The door slammed open. A couple stumbled in, very drunk. They stopped,
gasped, staring at Hari and Supriya.
"Fuck, check it out!" the guy said.
"Oh my god ... oh my god!" the girl moaned.
Hari grinned at them over his shoulder and moved faster still, his
hips rocking furiously back and forth, snapping and jerking. Supriya
gasped and moaned, thrashing deliriously beneath him, her body jerking
and lurching with his thrusts. The couple stared and then stumbled
out. Hari hadn’t broken his rapid fire rhythm for a second. Supriya
spun out of control. A thunderous tidal wave of an orgasm crashed over
her. Her body arched stiff and hard, every fibre tensed, her mouth
drawing wide in a soundless cry, her face contorted, suffused with
passion, tendons popping in her neck, her fingers clawing at him. Her
cunt gripped his penis like a vice, and Hari cried out, wincing. She
mauled her breasts in a frenzy. Hari slowed, but kept stroking
steadily in and out of her. He watched her face with delight. She was
truly a worthy piece of ass. At last she subsided with a shuddering
moan, and he skewered her slowly, rocking to a standstill deep within
her flesh. Her eyes snapped open with shock, incredulous at finding
him still rock-hard inside her, that he hadn’t come.
"God, Hari," she gasped, her chest heaving. "That was fantastic!"
He chuckled. "Not done yet, cunt. Plenty more still. You game?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes."
He bent over her, kissing her, her heavy breasts crushed under his
hard, sweat-slippery chest. Rivers of sex-sweat coursed between her
breasts. He bent his head and lapped at them, drew his tongue heavily
over her nipple. Supriya whimpered. Her loins writhed against his in
renewed ardour. His cock throbbed steadily in her flesh.
Slowly, he slid out of her and moved up to straddle her chest. He laid
his erect cock between her breasts. She squeezed them into a tight
sheath over his cock. He began to fuck her breasts slowly, grunting in
delight. Her hard nipples raked his shaft. Her breast-sheath was warm,
moist, soft, heavy. His cock-head pranged out at her chin, and she
bent her head, her lips opening hungrily. He slid higher and knelt
over her face, pushing his cock to her mouth. She took it in her mouth
again, and sank back, sucking eagerly, taking even more of it.
Gently, he fucked her mouth again, bending over on all fours, his hips
rising and falling, his cock glistening as it went in and out of her
mouth. Her tongue was electric on his cock-head, her lips clamped
firmly about his cock. She sucked harder and harder.
"Mm ... yeh ... suck it bitch ... suck my cock!" Hari grunted.
She released him and shuffled lower, nuzzling between his strong
thighs. He spread them wider, knowing what she wanted. Her warm, wet
tongue slithered down the hard ridge under his balls to his anus. He
tensed, his balls throbbing, his cock pulsating. Her tongue swirled
into his anus and he gasped, flinging his head back. His sphincter
spasmed once, then yielded and her tongue swirled into the muskiness
of his asshole.
"OHHhhhhhhhhhh UHHhhh OHHHH!" he groaned.
She slithered up again, now lifting a breast-tip to his anus, probing
the puckered flesh with her rigid nipple. She took his cock in her
mouth again and now she slid a finger down to his asshole. Once more,
he yielded, and gently, she slid her fingertip into his rear channel.
He gasped in pleasure. She held it there and sucked harder. He felt
his spoot sizzle upward, clamouring for release.
"Come in my mouth, Hari," she muttered. "I want to swallow your cum."
Tempted, he decided to yield. She sucked him hungrily, her head rising
and falling, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue manic. He flung his head
back, his hips bobbing over her face. He held her head with one hand
and rocked it rapidly up and down under his hips. The heat burst. He
gasped and she spluttered as he came. Her lips parted and he bent his
head to see his jizz spuming into her mouth. He shook his cock and
spattered her face and breasts with gunk. She whimpered, licking her
lips lasciviously, scooping dribbling gunk from her chin and licking
her fingers. Her lips slid around his cock again. She caressed her
breasts, massaging the sticky mess of his gunk into her flesh.
Hari groaned softly, panting, his head bent, watching her suck his
cock. Gently, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, her mouth
glued to his penis. She sucked him faster, her head bobbing over his
lap. He jerked her face up and down over his bucking loins, relishing
the exquisite pleasure from her tongue and lips and teeth. Her tongue
worked his cock-head eagerly, coiling cunningly around its contours.
He pulled her up. She slid up over him, straddling his body. Her fuzzy
cunt writhed against his throbbing penis. Amazingly, after that
copious orgasm, he was still hard and ready for more. Kneeling astride
his lap, she took his cock in one hand, and maneuvered his cock-head
to the portals of her cunt. With a shuddering gasp, she let her cunt
sink down onto his cock. He drew his knees up behind her, and arched
his hips. His swollen penis speared up into her cunt. She moaned, her
lips forming a wide ‘O’, her face craning up, her eyes close, her face
suffused with lust. Her buttocks tensed as they drove down deeper and
deeper, her cunt gobbling his cock greedily. She reared on her
haunches, squeezing her breasts in an erotic motion, rolling the
luscious mounds under her palms. Her tongue shot out and circled
sensuously over her upper lip.
"Ohhhhhh yes ... yes ... Ohhhhhh god yes!" she gasped.
He drew his hands down her back in a spidery line and she trembled. He
caressed her buttocks and she leaned forward, her big breasts
pendulous over his face, the gold chain brushing his lips. He lifted
his head and sucked on one breast, making her moan. He gripped her
buttocks and prised them open, his fingertip at her asshole. Supriya
gasped, and her hips ground against his loins. Her sphincter spasmed,
yielded and he inveigled his fingertip into her rear channel. Supriya
cried out. The sensation was overpowering, with his cock filling her
cunt, and his finger in her asshole separated from his penis by the
thinnest membrane of flesh. He squeezed her breasts and began to buck
his hips. She leaned forward on her knuckles and began to rock over
him.
They began to fuck rapidly. Her body swung back and forth, up and
down, her cunt sliding up the length of his cock then crashing back
down hard again. His hips pumped vigourously in unison with hers.
Faster and faster they went, her breasts swinging madly now, the gold
chain tossing on her chest. He gripped a breast with one hand and
squeezed hard, rolling it heavily in his palm and sucking sharply on
it. She cried out, her head spinning, arching up, her cunt slamming
down hard as she rocked violently up to the crest of another orgasm.
He began to move even faster beneath her, tossing her on his lap. She
groaned and clapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing his cock
with her cunt. He felt her orgasm hit. He held her and kept moving,
prolonging her orgasm.
He held her still till he was done and then released her. She
collapsed, sweating and panting, moaning heavily. He held her close,
caressing her smooth back. They kissed gently. Slowly, she eased
herself off him. He cupped her breast as she leaned over him, her face
flushed and radiant.
"Ready for another?"
She looked astounded. "You mean you ... God, you’re incredible!"
He laughed. "You’re not bad, yourself, whore ..."
"You mean it?"
"Yes, of course."
"What about ... what about ..."
"The casting couch? Not so fast, bitch. Hedon & Venery sets high
standards. I can recommend you, but you still have to do their tests."
"I ... I want to ..."
"You can’t, unless you’re recommended."
"Recommend me, then."
"Not yet. One more. At least. You par for the course?"
She wanted it more than anything else in the world. She looked at him
and nodded and he smiled and kissed her, cupping her breasts.
"Good. Suck my cock again ..."
She took his penis in her mouth again and sucked him steadily for a
long time. She really was very good at it. When he was ready to fuck
her, he pulled her up and turned her on all fours on the bed. He moved
behind her and pushed her back steeply forward, angling her hips and
buttocks upward. He prised them open and bent in a deep half-squat
behind her. Slowly, he squeezed his cock-head between the luscious
lobes of her buttocks and into her cunt. Supriya gasped and lurched
forward. He paused.
"How d’you want it, whore?" he grunted, leaning forward to crush her
pendulous breasts in his hands.
"Hard," she moaned. "Ram it in, Hari ... c’mon, do it!"
Chuckling, he took a deep breath and rammed his cock deep into her,
flexing his buttocks taut, slamming his hips forward. She cried out,
the breath driven from her body with thrust, her face twisting in
agony and lust, her cunt convulsing frantically on his cock. He dug
his fingers into her soft, round buttocks and flung his head back.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUNHHHHHOHHHHHHH!" she cried.
"YEH TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT BITCH TAKE IT!" he cried and began to
ram-fuck her cunt, his hips hammering savagely back and forth, his
cock thundering and pistoning in and out of her cunt.
Supriya almost passed out with joy. His cock plundered and pillaged
her cunt, raping and reaming and rasping and ramming into her,
stroking in and out, driving her from one orgasm to another, her body
snapping and jerking, her big breasts jiggling and bouncing. Faster
and faster he went, and she didn’t want him to stop. She kept
orgasming uncontrollably and he thrust into her hard till at last he
came, spewing lava hot spunk deep into her slit. She collapsed,
panting and gasping on the bed and he slid slowly out of her and
flopped beside her. She moaned and wriggled closer.
"That was unbelievable. Thank you."
"You’re welcome."
"Do I get the recommendation?"
"Greedy bitch."
"No. Horny cunt. Do I?"
"Yes."
"Oh good."
"Leave your card. Someone will contact you for your test."
"What does it involve?"
"Several things, in stages. The staff will tell you."
"Tell me."
"First, you do a strip and nude photo session. Then a video and stills
of you frigging, with fingers and then with dildos."
"No problem there."
"I can imagine. Then you do a video and a still shoot of a straight
fuck with a guy, one on one."
"Then?"
"Next is a gang-bang, to see how many you can take. On film and
stills."
"And then?"
"A lesbo bang."
"I’ve never done that before."
"You’ll have to, to get through."
"Okay. Is that it?"
"No. Then you do a live show. On stage."
"Oh."
"Does that bother you?"
"No. No, I don’t think so."
"Ever been butt-fucked?"
"Yes."
"Enjoy it?"
"Sometimes. If the man is good."
"Fine. That’s mandatory. If you can do a double-butt-fuck, it’s a
plus."
"I’ll try."
"That’s the spirit."
"When will they call?"
"What suits you?"
"How long does it take?"
"Allow three full weekends. Minimum. Plus time in between."
"Can I fix that with the guy who calls?"
"Yes. But don’t be difficult on dates. They have a lot of applicants
and they don’t like being jerked around. Missed dates are expensive."
"Do I have to pay for this?"
"Only for the first three stages. After that you’re free, because once
you get through to a gang-bang -- you’re on the roster anyway. You
have to be available for servicing clients, doing shows, shoots, photo
session and so on. The next stages are only to decide your rankings."
"Rankings?"
"Yeah. The best whores get the best clients, the most expensive films
and classy magazines. That kind of thing."
"Oh. I see. How much does it cost?"
"Ten thousand for stage one, twenty for two and forty for three."
"That’s very expensive."
"Once you’re staff, you’ll make twice that in a week. It’s worth every
penny."
"It had better be."
"Take my word for it. Cash, by the way."
"That’s not a problem. I didn’t expect to flash my Amex."
He laughed and got up. "Want to go back to the party?"
"Yes. I think so."
"Unfinished business."
"Yes."
They shared a cigarette and showered together in the opulent bathroom
ensuite, gently caressing and fondling each other. As he followed her
out, she turned and kissed him. The party was still in full swing when
they went back out. If anything, it had become even more frenetic.
There must have been eight or ten menservants servicing the women.
There were copulating bodies everywhere. The music pounded on, and now
the air was full of the ululating cries of men and women thrashing in
sexual delirium.
"Where are ours?" Hari shouted over the din, squinting through the fug
of dope and cigarette smoke.
She shrugged, and the moved across the room. They stepped over a
couple fucking frantically, the woman on her back screaming in
agonised joy as her lover fucked her ass from above, ramming and
slamming into her. Her heavy breasts jiggled furiously. His thighs
slapped at her buttocks. His cock, swollen and gorged, thundered in
and out of her asshole.
Around them, every kind of sexual antic was being attempted. A man was
having his cock sucked by two women at one end of the room. A
pretty-faced, heavy-breasted nymphet on a sofa had her legs spread
wide as a man licked at her cunt, while she sucked another’s cock. Two
women were in a sixty-nine on the floor. A young man was seated in a
chair at the dining table, jerking a lovely young woman up and down on
his erect penis. A servant was taking a svelte teenage model from the
rear, her lovely breasts swinging furiously as he fucked her hard,
holding her hips, slamming his hips furiously at her buttocks. She
cried out thinly, her body whipping and jerking under his thrusts. The
servant chuckled at her cries, and fucked her even harder.
In the first bedroom, three men were gang-banging a woman. She was an
attractive creature, a popular model, fair and tall, with a lovely
face. Her body was covered in sweat. It heaved and tossed frantically
on the bed. The men were chortling, fucking her one by one, making her
scream, ram-fucking her hard. Hari and Supriya watched the man with
her, his buttocks and hips slamming forward, his big cock thrusting
deep into her, making her arch and bend under him, her hands mashing
her breasts deliriously. The man’s butt bobbed and rose and fell,
plunging down faster and faster. In the next bedroom, two servants
were busy servicing a gaggle of women. The young stud they had first
seen was there, too. He stood upright, butt-fucking a woman bent over
steeply before him, her hair hanging over her head. His cock was deep
in her asshole, and he held her hips, grunting, gasping, sheathed in
sweat, chuckling in delight, and rammed his hips back and forth,
thrusting in hard, pulling out, then thrusting in repeatedly with a
savage roll of his hips. The woman gasped and cried out. His cock
glistened and gleamed as it stroked powerfully in and out of her anus.
The other servant was fucking a woman on her side on the bed, taking
her from behind, jigging her rapidly on his cock, one hand on her
shoulder, the other on her flared hip, slamming his hips at her cunt.
Another woman lay behind him, licking his asshole and balls, while yet
another sucked her slit. The servant was tall and well built, and his
handsome face was contorted with delight. The girl he was fucking was
young, no more than eighteen, with a beautiful oval face. She turned
her head to the servant and he kissed her roughly and squeezed her
breasts hard as he rocked his penis into her cunt. As they watched,
the servant butt-fucking the young girl pulled out of her and flung
her roughly to the floor on her back. He mounted her face, making her
swallow his cock, fresh from her asshole, while he leaned over and
drove his tongue into her crack. The girl sucked on his cock and
whined deep in her throat, her thighs trembling, her hips lurching and
heaving. He began to finger-fuck her, using three fingers
simultaneously. She writhed uncontrollably under him, her hips jerking
and heaving under his tongue and fingers. His cock was like a pillar,
driving in and out of her mouth. He jammed four fingers into her cunt
and began to masturbate her furiously. Her hips whumped under his hand
and she choked and sputtered on his cock then sucked it greedily. He
began to come, thick jizz streaming into her mouth and trickling over
her lips and cheeks. He forced her to swallow it.
Karan was in the first bedroom, but not Neha. He and another man were
fucking the lovely nineteen-year old girl Supriya and Hari had seen
earlier in the hall. Karan knelt before her face, fucking her mouth,
while the other man, knelt behind her spread buttocks and reamed her
cunt from the rear. They were grunting and gasping, chortling,
fondling her pendulous swollen breasts. The girl moaned deliriously.
"Fuck my ass," she groaned. "Please, fuck my ass ..."
They watched as Karan and his companion swapped and Karan squeezed his
cock into the girl’s anus. She groaned heavily and began to suck the
other man’s cock. Karan grunted and started to butt-fuck her slowly
and heavily, running his glistening cock in and out of her asshole.
Her buttocks trembled and shook. She squeezed her bouncing breasts
excitedly.
"Supriya, I’m leaving. I’ve had enough," Hari said softly.
She nodded and turned to him and they kissed. He squeezed her breasts.
"I’ll stay," she murmured.
"Okay."
"Tell them to call me." She slipped a card into his pocket.
"I will." he chuckled. "Yes, I’ll tell them."
"I’ll see you soon."
"Yes. *Ciao*. Have fun."
"I intend to," she said, her eyes glittering.
Hari slipped away. Supriya went back to the hall and surveyed the
action. She began to undress, dropping her clothes on the floor. She
noticed a servant beginning to recover. He saw her and grinned. She
beckoned to him. He came across and she noticed with pleasure that he
was quite good looking, with a heavy set, yet clean featured face and
long, tough body, the torso dark and glistening, hairless. His penis
was large, about seven inches long, over an inch thick. Without a
word, she knelt before him and began to suck his cock. The servant
grunted and fucked her face, moving her head back and forth, pumping
his hips. Supriya let her mind wander free with the pleasure, loving
the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth.
A while later, Karan came out and saw Supriya with the servant. She
was naked, bent forward over the dining table, her legs spread wide
and the man was fucking her furiously from behind, standing with his
hands on her hips. Supriya was crying out loudly, moaning and panting,
her big breasts jiggling and swinging. Karan grinned with delight. The
man was giving it to her good and hard, fondling her breasts, gasping,
flinging his head back, jerking her hips onto his hips, slamming his
cock in and out of her, calling her *bitch, slut, whore, cunt*,
pumping and pistoning furiously. Supriya’s body jerked back and forth,
her buttocks jerking greedily at the servant.
"Yes ... UNHHHHH ... yes ... *hanh* ... uhhhh ohmauhhhh*hanh* uhhhh
yes ... god yes ... yes baby yes ohhh god yes!" she cried.
Karan’s eyes glittered with excitement. He popped another of the
sex-pep pills that were being dished out like chocolates and instantly
felt their effect. His cock sprang up hard and he felt fresh jizz
roiling in his gonads. His body tensed and glowed with lust-heat. He
waited for a few minutes while the servant finished, slamming and
thundering in and out, in and out, till at last he could hold back no
longer. He jerked out of her and shook his cock, spattering her dusky
derriere and back with thick gobs of his creamy jizz.
Supriya was still whimpering when Karan got behind her. He leaned over
and plucked a few ampoules from a bowl on the table and snapped one
under her nose. The potent aphrodisiac hit her like a hammer and she
gasped, her body tingling, her breasts swelling, her nipples juddering
stiff, her cunt oozing.
"Karan!" she gasped.
"Yup!" he chuckled. "C’mon cunt, now I’m gonna ride your ass!" To the
servant he bellowed,  "Quick! Get the butter! And fuck her mouth!"
The servant chuckled. He darted into the kitchen and returned with a
silver butter dish. Karan scooped a thick pat of it on his fingers
and, splaying her buttocks open, smeared her anus with it. She moaned.
She was wild with excitement. She could have taken three men together.
Karan coated his shaft thickly with butter, then dropped a thick gob
of it on his cock-head. Prising her buttocks open, he pressed his
cock-head to her anus. Supriya tensed. His cock slithered, and he
pressed it back at its target again. Supriya moaned and tensed. Her
sphincter spasmed and then yielded. With a loud, exultant *AHHHHHH*,
her gigolo thrust his penis into her rear channel. Supriya screamed,
her face arching up, contorting with lust. Instantly, the servant
jumped onto the table and jerked her head up, thrusting his cock at
her mouth. She gasped, gagged and found her mouth filled with
cock-flesh. Her anus burned and seared wonderfully. Karan’s buttocks
flexed and he thrust in deeper and deeper, holding her hips, his head
flung back, wincing as her sphincter spasmed on his invading lance. He
leaned forward, crushed her pendulous breasts in his hands and began
to butt-fuck her, ramming his cock into her, slamming his hips back
and forth, making her whine deep in her throat, lurching under him in
agonised passion. Her body rocked and jerked under his. The servant
fucked her face, jerking her head back and forth, moaning in joy as
she sucked feverishly. She came in seconds, delirious with joy.
Minutes later, she felt Karan lunge hard into her and explode, his
jizz mushrooming in a white cloud in her asshole. Just then, the
servant lost control and came, too, shooting thick streamers of spoot
into her mouth. She sucked his cock, drawing out every last drop of
his jizz.
They left her alone and turned elsewhere. She lay sprawled across the
table, gasping and sobbing with joy. Her cunt tingled. She put a hand
between her legs and began to masturbate. Suddenly, she gasped.
Another hand had joined hers. She looked over her shoulder. It was the
servant with the big cock. He grinned at her and reached around to cup
her breasts.
"Now I’m gonna fuck your brains out, whore," he growled in her ear.
She smiled, saying yes, please and slid to her knees to take his cock
in her mouth. The man grunted and squeezed her breasts and moaned
softly as her warm mouth engulfed his penis. He flung his head back
and began to fuck her face. The servants loved these parties.
                                = o =
Hari let himself into the flat and immediately stopped. He could hear
Neha. She was in bed, fucking. He grinned. The girl was incorrigible.
The bedroom door was wide open. He went in and stopped, smiling. Neha
was on her back, naked, lovely, dusky and slender and beautiful. Her
slender legs were raised high and looped about the lean hips of the
liftman fucking her. Hari knew the man well: Neha often ordered him up
for a fuck. Room service, she called it.
He was taking her slowly, leaning over her, his dark, powerful body
corded and shining with sweat. His small, taut buttocks rose and fell
rhythmically, his big penis squelching heavily in and out of her cunt.
She wound her hands about his head, caressed his strong shoulders,
murmuring and moaning softly in deep pleasure. Her loins lurched up
with his. She dragged his head down to hers and kissed him, letting
him thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, sucking on it. Her legs
wound tighter about his lean hips, then rose higher still, locking
tight. The bed rocked gently with them.
"Mm ... Ohhh ma Rakesh ... *hanh* ... UNNHHHh *hanh* uhhhh ohma uhhh
... *hanh* ... unhhhhh ... Rakesh ... unhhh ... Rakesh ... Rakesh ...
unhhh ... Ohmauhhhhahh ...," she gasped, her voice husky and sibilant,
utterly erotic.
The steadiness of his rhythm was mesmerising. Neha slid her elegant
hands down her lover’s sweat-slippery body, caressing it, and gripped
his taut buttocks. Hari watched her tease apart the lobes of his
buttocks and insert a finger between them. Rakesh tensed, gasping, his
head arching back.
He was a good-looking young man, dark, with a thin mustache, a square
jaw, thick, swept-back hair, and a coppery dark, well muscled
physique. His arms and legs were long and strong, rounded with muscle,
the shoulders wide, the chest hard and deep, the torso hairless, even
his armpits shorn. Hari knew that Neha preferred her male lovers to be
like this. His penis was at least nine inches erect, and
correspondingly thick. His balls were heavy and low. Hari began to
undress, watching them. Neha turned to him.
"Hi, love," she gasped.
"Hello yourself," he smiled. "Good time?"
"Very."
"Where’s Karan?"
"I left him. Boring. The servants were better."
"How d’you get home?"
"Taxi."
"You haven’t any money."
"So? When has that been a problem?"
"You fucked the cabbie?" Hari chuckled.
"Oh yes. He was surprisingly ... good ... yes ... there ... UNhhhh
yes! Fucked me for a good half an hour ... up here ... great fun."
"I bet."
Unhhh ... Ohh yeh!"
"Rakesh better than those guys?"
"Yes ... much ... yes ... there ... that’s it ... *hanh* ... c’mon
Rakesh c’mon ... want ... d’you want ... to join us ...?"
Hari chuckled and shook his head. "No, not tonight love. You go ahead
and finish. I’ll wait. Take your time."
"Thanks, Hari."
He grinned and nodded. She kissed the liftman, thrusting her tongue
into his mouth. He ground down hard into her. Throughout her
conversation with Hari, Rakesh had been fucking her steadily, quite
unconcerned about her husband’s presence. He had done this often. Her
body moved in unison with his, her hips rising and falling in time to
his thrusts.
"OH ... UNGHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHH!" Rakesh gasped, yielding as Neha
slipped her finger up his anus.
She held it there and he drilled deeper into her. She arched steeply,
gasping as he thrust in hard and fast, swinging his hips to savage her
innards. Her mouth jerked wide open and she cried out in agonised
lust, her face twisting and contorting in a rictus of passion. Her
head jerked to one side, the tendons standing out in her beautiful
neck. Her nipples were rigid and quivering, erect in swollen breasts.
Rakesh bent his head and sucked sharply on one taut mound. Neha cried
out, writhing under him, her head flipping from side to side in joy.
"OHHHHHHH baby yes yes yes oh god yes!" she cried.
Rakesh began to fuck her faster, pistoning and pumping rapidly. His
buttocks rose and fell, bouncing rapidly up and down like a
trip-hammer, his big penis reaming and ramming into her cunt, rivening
her cunt-lips wide open, scraping and squelching in and out. Neha’s
slender, dusky, sylph-like body snapped savagely upward onto the small
of her back with every thrust. The liftman was a powerful lover and he
plunged into her energetically, thrusting into her flesh deep and hard
and fast. His buttocks rose and fell, flexed and unflexed, his hips
snapping. She cried out, the breath rattling in her throat in
shuddering gasps. Her cries grew louder and louder, longer and longer.
Rakesh enjoyed it even more and he was grinning and chuckling at the
same time, panting and gasping.
"C’mon, slut ... take it! Take my cock, oh fuck yes, oh yes, c’mon you
whorin’ slut ... take it! Yeh UNHHHH c’mon bitch OHHHuhhOhhh!" he
gasped like a maddened stud, his heavy balls slamming against her
cunt-lips as he rammed in again and again and again.
Neha arched taut in his arms, the fingers of one hand clawing at his
shoulder, the forefinger of the other hand finger-fucking his asshole
furiously, jerking madly in and out. Rakesh winced, gasped, flung his
head back and cried out as he felt her shudder into an orgasm. Her
loins lurched up to his and her cunt cramped uncontrollably on his
cock, a hot, wet glove on his penis. The servant jerked out of her,
then rammed in again, once, twice, three times, and lost control. With
a cry, he skewered her cunt for the last time, and held deep inside
her, quivering stiff, every muscle strained. Neha moaned, delirious,
her face glowing radiant as she felt the sharp shards of his spoot
spume into her sopping slit. Neha’s legs unwound slowly from Rakesh’s
body and she subsided, moaning and panting, sheathed in a film of
sweat under him. She caressed his smooth, hard back tenderly and he
bent his head, his forehead on her shoulder, his body heaving,
streaming with sweat. They kissed languorously, deeply.
Hari took off his clothes and sat naked in a large chair, watching the
liftman fuck his wife. She aroused him again by sucking his cock
deeply till he was hard. Her cock sucking was irresistible. Soon, the
liftman’s penis was erect again.
"Ohhh uhhh Ohhh yes ... suck! Suck harder you crazy whore! C’mon,
bitch ... take my cock! Suck it hard!"
Neha sucked his cock furiously, her head rocking back and forth
between his thighs, pumping his shaft. Pre-cum gunk sputtered from his
cock-head as he fucked her mouth, kneeling on the bed and holding her
head and rocking it back and forth to suit his pleasure. She turned on
all fours when he pushed her head away at last, and presented her rear
to his pleasure.
"C’mon Rakesh," she groaned. "Fuck me now ... fuck me hard!"
She made him mount her from behind like a bitch in rut. The liftman
knelt behind her and slowly squeezed his hard penis between the lobes
of her dusky buttocks, pranging her cunt deeply.
"Ohhhh uhhh Ohma unhh Ahhhh unhh *hanh*! Unhhh Ohhh *hanh*-*hanh-hanh*
uhhh Ohhh Rakesh *hanh*!" Neha gasped.
"Yeh ... oh fuck yes! Take it! Take my cock!"
He drove into her and her face arched, radiant with lust, her nostrils
flared, her lips parted, her perfect teeth bared in grimace of
passion. Moaning, she reached to cup his balls, egging him on deeper
still, clawing her cunt-lips open. He paused, waiting for her, knowing
what she wanted. She loved it like this. She began to move with slow,
erotic rolls of her hips, mashing her cunt-flesh with cock-pestle,
whimpering and moaning in delight. Then she rocked back and forth on
all fours and he held her hips and moved his own in unison, back and
forth, back and forth.
Slowly, they built up speed, stoking each other’s lust till at last he
was ram-fucking her hard, just as she loved to be taken, his cock
slamming and pistoning madly in and out, in and out. His buttocks
flexed and unflexed powerfully, his cock burst into her with each
thrust, sending her rocking forward on her forearms and knees. She
cried out for more, to be taken harder, harder, deeper, deeper, till
at last it was done and they tumbled over the brink of yet another
volcanic orgasm. She fell forward on the bed and Rakesh bent over her,
his cock still in her cunt, slowly pumping his hips till his cock
shrank. She whimpered softly as he slid out of her and turned her face
to his. He kissed her. She rolled over under him, her fingers on his
cock.
"Another?" she offered. "Fuck my butt?"
Rakesh smiled and declined, enough for tonight. He got up and she
stopped him and took his penis in her mouth again. He groaned and
relented. His cock rose again and he fucked her face gently, rocking
her head back and forth with one hand, his hips swinging till he was
done. He came, gasping and moaning and she opened her mouth to let him
see his spoot geysering into her mouth and splashing on her face and
body. Smiling happily, he dressed and, *salaaming* Hari, let himself
out.
"Hari, get me a drink, will you?" Neha said, getting up and heading
for the bath. "I’ll be with you in a minute. And let’s try that new
CD."
Hari grinned and walked out. He fixed them drinks and put on the new
jazz CD. Music filtered from the superb high fidelity acoustic system.
He carried the drinks out to the sundeck and waited for Neha on the
slatted wooden bench by the dark trestle table, leaning against the
balustrade. She came out a few minutes later, naked and bathed. As she
walked over to him, she lifted her hands behind her head and adjusted
her hair into a pony tail. Her breasts rose with the motion. He found
it very sexy. She came across and leaned over him and kissed him
gently on the mouth. He cupped her breasts.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hi yourself, handsome," she chuckled, swinging a leg astride his
hips, kissing him again, linking her arms around his strong shoulders.
"Had a good time?"
"Yes," she said. "And you?"
"Excellent."
"Who was she?"
"Supriya," he laughed. "The guy you were fucking?"
"Karan?"
"Yes. He’s Supriya’s current stud."
"A gigolo?"
"I think so."
She laughed prettily. "Shit, he’s not good enough to be a gigolo."
Hari smiled. "I could see that."
"Still, it’s fun taking on these macho types and showing them a thing
of two occasionally. What about yours?"
"Supriya? Oh top class, absolutely. I’ll be recommending her."
"Seriously?" she looked surprised. Such good fucks were a rarity.
"Yes. Good, firm, ripe body and lots of appetite, game for anything.
She should be a profitable addition."
"She’ll have to pass the tests."
"Of course. So did you. She’ll manage it without difficulty. I’m only
unsure about the double butt-fuck."
"Yeah, that can be a bitch, especially if they put on someone like
Kishore or Jayant or Jerry or you."
He nodded. All of them had enormous cocks; Kishore in particular, had
one that was totally unreal, fully a foot long and three inches thick.
Jayant’s was only marginally smaller. Few women could take them on in
a combined butt-fuck, two penises in the anus together. So far, only a
handful had succeeded: Sunnu, Harsha, Sonu, Neha, Vaishali, Chitti,
Sayali and Anjali had done so.
"She’ll just have to take her chances, I guess."
"I guess so. Was Rakesh good?"
"You saw."
"Yes."
"He’s great. Really great. I love his cock. He fucks me so well."
"Mm. But nothing like this, right?"
"No," she murmured, kissing him languorously. "Nothing like this,
lover."
They fucked under the stars. He never ceased to marvel at the
loveliness of her face and body. They kissed gently and tenderly,
their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands caressing
each other with the lightest of touches. He let her move first, slowly
sliding down his superb body, kissing and licking his torso, her
tongue and lips fluttering over his small, hard nipples, then
trickling over his belly and swirling through his navel, going lower
still till she was kneeling between his legs. He murmured softly when
she took his enormous penis between her lips and began to suck it,
working his cock-head deftly with her tongue, moving her head back and
forth, jerking his cock till he was erect. He closed his eyes and
tilted his head back, giving in to the pleasure.
"Come in my mouth?" she murmured softly.
Hari nodded and she went back to sucking him. His cock throbbed in her
mouth. Its tangy taste and smell made her head swim and her tongue
worked it with increasing ardour.
"Mm ... yes  ... ohhh that’s it ... yes ... suck my cock," he murmured
softly.
Gently, she brought him off. He came with intense pleasure, his cock
spewing and spurting and she held it in her mouth and swallowed the
heavy flood of his seed, sucking it steadily. She moved back and shook
it so that his gunk spattered on her belly and breasts and face.
He pulled her up and set her on the trestle table before him on all
fours, her buttocks and legs spread. Her cunt was already damp with
excitement, and she moaned softly when he thrust his face between her
thighs and ran his tongue into the dark cleft, swirling it over her
puckered anus.
"Yes ... yes ... there ...," she moaned, her hips writhing. "Yes ...
right there ... ohhh god yes Hari yes!"
He slid his tongue lower and found her clitoris. She gasped. He was
good, so very good, this man, one of her best lovers ... and she had
so many. His tongue was warm and thick and rough and she whimpered in
delight and clawed her cunt-lips open, her slender, dusky body
shuddering with joy. Her lovely face was radiant with lust, the lovely
lips parted, the large, dark eyes hooded.
"Yes ... yes Hari yes ... tongue fuck me baby ... yes ... fuck me ...
fuck me with your tongue ohhhhh ... Unhhhh Ohhhhh yes ..."
She began to fondle her breasts gently and he knew the signs. He
stopped and turned her on her back and rose to bend over her. She
loved having her breasts sucked. Her nipples were long and hard, the
aureoles small and sharply puckered. She gasped and arched and writhed
under him as he began to suck them gently, tugging at her nipples with
his teeth, scraping them against the roof of his mouth and his gums,
flicking them rapidly with his tongue. He sucked one breast and
fondled the other with his fingers, flicking his nails across her
nipples, slowly grinding his palms over her breasts. Her hand fell to
his crotch and she jerked his erect penis in excitement.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Quickly ... c’mon ... fuck my slit ..."
"Or your ass?"
"Or my ass ... anything you like ... just do it ..."
He decided to fuck her cunt first; he’d take her ass later, in bed. He
lay on his back on the bench and drew her down, off the table, onto
his lap. Moaning and whimpering, she straddled his penis and slowly,
impaled her cunt on it. It was hot and tight as a vice, cramping and
spasming powerfully. He moaned and arched slowly, rearing up into her,
making her gasp even louder, arching her lovely long neck. He caressed
her breasts and she whimpered and reached back for his balls, her hips
slowly grinding round and round on his cock.
They began to move, their hips grinding and bucking gently and evenly
together, both of them marvelously adept. They played their favourite
game, tormenting each other, each trying to force the other’s orgasm.
She groaned when he pressed his fingertips to her buttocks and,
leaning forward, dragged his tongue heavily over her hypersensitive
nipples, flicking them this way and that, one by one. Her long nails
drew long scratching trails down his deeply cleaved chest, moving
sideways to flick his nipples in retaliation. Her cunt throbbed
insistently on his pulsing penis and he groaned as she squeezed and
sucked his cock with her cunt muscles. Her hips ground around on his
in tight, erotic circles, and she mashed her cunt-flesh with his
penis.
On and on they went, playing the game, each testing the other’s limits
of endurance. Usually, he won but, tonight, astonishingly, she beat
him and laughed in joy as she felt the spurting heat of his seed
flowering in her cunt. Her cunt cramped on his cock and she began to
rock rapidly up and down on it, and Hari moaned softly and succumbed
to the wonders of her body and forgot Supriya and the cocktail party.
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