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                      Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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                         A KIND OF SEDUCTION
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Sonali was one of the few women in his life whom Rajeev did  not
deliberately set out to seduce. Their affair was surprisingly spontaneous
and, later,  it seemed remarkable that it had not happened sooner.

She, too, was a lawyer, a contemporary. Shortly after he had set up his
independent practice, quite out of the blue, he asked her to join his
fledgling firm. The terms were exceptionally generous, and she accepted
readily. She knew him already, professionally, as she struggled with her own
career. He had helped her frequently and she had grown fond of him, glad
that he returned her affection.

He was easily the more proficient. She harboured no illusions about her own
forensic skills and did not resent his astonishingly rapid advance in the
profession, content to be part of his team. They worked well together,
systematically dissecting their cases and were soon acknowledged to be a
formidable team. In time, just the knowledge that they were on the other
side forced settlements favourable to their clients. It was in the midst of
a particularly brutal divorce wrangle, piquantly on a charge of adultery,
that they became lovers.

He was at her house late that night, working over the papers for the next
day's trial. She lived alone in a sprawling old top-floor flat in a quiet,
tree-shaded lane in a suburban neighbourhood once affluent and prestigious,
now slowly going to seed. She had one man-servant, Ganpat. Later, she told
him that this servant was her lover, one of her earliest and most devoted,
since her early teens.

It was a two-bedroom apartment with a large terrace and a traditional
*hichka* swing, overlooking the lane below. There was an airy dining room
and sitting area, a spacious kitchen, and her bedroom opened directly onto
the terrace through large double doors. It was a warm evening and the doors
of the bedroom were wide open. A fan whirred overhead. Rajeev sat in a
comfortable wicker armchair, papers on his lap, files scattered over the
floor, his half-moon glasses on his nose, utterly absorbed. Sonali sat
cross-legged on the bed, checking cases from a huge pile of books at the
foot of the bed.

She glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome,
with that hard, yet gentle face, those sharp, piercing, yet infinitely
tender, dark brown eyes, the square jaw, the hard nose, the lean looks, the
immensely powerful body. She took in the breadth of his shoulders, the
astoundingly savage V of his torso, the strength in his arms and legs. Her
body tingled as she stripped him mentally. His shirt was open low now and
she noticed that his chest was broad and hard and deeply cleaved and quite
hairless. His hips were high, the waist narrow, and she noticed, looking
down the V of his shirt, that his belly was hairless too, and hard as a
washboard. There was not a roll of fat in it as he bent over the papers on
his lap. She could even see his small, dark, prominent nipples, stretched
wide apart on either side of his massive chest. Feeling intensely horny, she
returned to her books. A few weeks earlier, she had jettisoned her last
lover, a sturdy eighteen-year old with unusually impressive sexual skills,
when he proposed marriage. She wanted no such ties in her life, not yet
anyway. In her typically gentle fashion, she fucked the youth relentlessly
till he was drained and then quietly ended the relationship. He left with a
smile, no regrets and a standing over to return to her bed whenever he
liked.

Since then, she had only Ganpat, the servant, to sate her powerful sexual
appetite. He was good, but she craved variety; someone younger, stronger,
better. Desperate, she had taken two office peons, Barku and Chiman, as
lovers. They fucked her superbly, but their visits were far too irregular to
be satisfactory.

Rajeev finished with the papers. He stacked them neatly and, tying them into
their folder, tossed it aside with a sigh. He took off his glasses and
rubbed his eyes wearily.

"Okay, that's it. Enough." he muttered.

She shut her book in relief. She hadn't his capacity or endurance. She
smiled at him.

"Thank god," she said.

"What for?"

"I thought you'd never finish."

"I haven't," he chuckled. "Just wait till tomorrow!"

He rose to go and she had to quell her disappointment. She got up off the
bed.

"Okay, *ciao* love, see you tomorrow," he murmured.

"Rajeev. Wait."

She put her hand on his arm and he turned. Her face was turned up to his,
and their eyes locked. He felt a sudden jolt hit him as he looked at her.
She was quite lovely. Her hair was dark and silky with a superb sweep and a
wave, parted slightly to one side, framing her firm-chinned, oval face. Her
nose was a tad beaky, but on her it was perfect. Her lips were full, yet
delicate, and she had a bright, alluring smile. Her eyes were dark, lined
delicately with *kajal*. She had a good line to her jaw. Her skin was tawny,
like wheat, and she had a few delectable beauty spots on one side, and an
inter interesting little scar near her left eye. Her fingers and toes were
shapely.

Her body was short and slight, yet slender and well-filled. Her breasts were
high and firm, the belly tender and flat, though not hard, the hips nicely
widened, the legs and arms smooth. She was wearing a simple *churidar* and
*kurta* outfit of some semi-synthetic material that clung to her curves like
film.

Their eyes locked. They were standing very close. Her lips parted slightly.
He could see the white of her perfect teeth. She felt her body flush with
excitement.

His head bent to hers. Her lips parted, and he felt her breath warm and
sweet on his face. Their lips met, brushed, fleeting, then met again, in a
long, delicate kiss. He drew her lip between his and sucked and gently she
slid her tongue out between his lips, probing his mouth. Her arms wound
about his thick shoulders, fingers entwining in his hair. Her body smelled
musky with the sweat of the day, his was tacky and manly.

His hands slid up from her waist to her breasts. He felt them swell and grow
hot and turgid in his hands. He squeezed gently, rolling the fleshy mounds
in his hands, and her nipples, stubby and hard, popped out hard through the
thin cloth. He realised that she didn't have a bra on. He flipped open the
buttons of her *kurta*. They went down low, almost to her waist and he
pulled it wide. Her breasts were perfect: large and firm, with a nice thrust
and slope and a good cleavage. He slid his hands under her blouse and she
arched her head, eyes fluttering shut, gasping softly as his expert hands
caressed her nipples.

"Sonali ..."

"What," she murmured.

"Tell me ..."

"What?"

"Is this ..."

She understood the unasked question, and debated whether to answer, not
knowing what his reaction might be. Finally, she shook her head, looking him
straight in the eye.

"No," she said softly, "it's not my first time ..."

He arched an eyebrow in genuine surprise, and she smiled.

"Good," he murmured, smiling. "That's a relief."

Rajeev's lips met hers. She flicked open the buttons of his shirt, caressing
his wonderful, hard, smooth, deeply muscled chest and belly, wondering what
his prick would be like. He tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it
puddled about her feet with a sigh. She had nothing on beneath. He cupped
her cunt, her fuzz neatly trimmed and found her already damp with
excitement. His hands returned to her breasts, already swollen, the nipples
hard in his fingers. He kissed her face and tongued her ear gently. She
murmured in pleasure. He lifted her *kurta* and drew it off her head. She
kissed him again, her tongue hungry in his mouth. He caressed her soft
mound, wetting his fingers in her juices and caressing her breasts. She
shivered in pleasure. They moved to the bed and his lips trickled down her
throat to her chest. Sonali whimpered as he lapped at her rigid nipple. Her
fingers twined in his hair. Her nipple was erect and it quivered in his
lips. He fondled her other breasts, gently teasing the first, making her
groan softly.

He squeezed her breasts together. His tongue flickered across one nipple,
then the other, then the first again . Slowly, he drew the luscious mound
into his mouth and sucked on it, teething the nipple, rasping it against his
teeth and palate, flicking one with his tongue, the other with his fingers.
He moved to the other and she groaned loudly, her body hot, her pulse
racing, her face arched back, a vision of lust.

He slid lower and instantly, her legs spread open for him. He dragged his
tongue down her belly, through her navel, nuzzling her pubis, her thighs,
sliding down her legs to her feet, sucking on her toes, licking her soles,
sliding up again. Sonali gasped and thrust her moist cunt up, the cunt-lips
unfurled, her clitoris gorged and stiff. He pushed his face between her
thighs.

Sonali hissed as his hot breath seared into her cunt, and then whimpered and
gasped as his tongue followed, flickering like fire in her cunt, flicking
her clitoris this way and that, his lips pressing in to suck her clitoris.
He nibbled it gently and her hips jerked up savagely, her hands on his head,
pinning him to her musky loins, her cunt juices streaming now . Her head
jerked from side to side, and she panted and gasped with lust.

"Ohhhhh Rajeev yes ... OHHhh uhhhh OHHH yes yes yes ohhh god yes ohhhhh uhhh
OHHH!" she moaned.

He stopped suddenly, just short of her orgasm. He turned her over onto her
front and bent over her, kissing the nape of her neck, nuzzling her sweet
smelling, silky hair, teasing the gold chain around her neck, trickling his
tongue down her spine and the curve of her hips and buttocks, teething them,
prising them apart to rim her dank, puckered anus with his tongue. Sonali
gasped and he thrust his hands under her chest, crushing her swollen breasts
in his hands. Her hard nipples quivered in his fingers.

Rajeev paused to admire the delectable curve of her naked body as she lay on
her front before him, her slender legs spread wide, her face on its side on
the pillow, eyes closed, hands hugging the pillow. Her silken hair was awry
now. He bent his face and she shivered in delight as his tongue slid over
her naked heels and soles and toes again, his lips parting to gently suck on
them. Slowly, he rose up higher, his tongue slithering up one naked leg, his
fingers tracing the line of the other, teasing the backs of her knees. He
rose higher still, over the backs of her slim thighs and they shook at his
touch. He kissed her buttocks, and her hips quivered under him, as his
fingers fondled her inner thighs tenderly. Gently, he parted her buttocks.

"Rajeev ... please ... go on..." she muttered, deeply aroused.

Smiling to himself, he prised them open further and she gasped, her head
rising, mouth parting in a wide 'O' of delight as his tongue flickered
gently against her anus, probing the dank, puckered flesh. He slid his
fingers and hands under her thighs. Her hips jerked up, her thighs
spreading. Panting with excitement, she plunged a hand between her legs and
spread her cunt-lips wide for him with her fingers.

"Rajeev ... tongue-fuck me again," she gasped.

Chuckling, he slid his head lower and she gasped, crying out as he pushed
his tongue up into her wide, gaping cunt once more. He rolled his tongue
inside her cunt and her finger arched up between his lips, flickering
between his mouth and her cunt, his tongue dancing around her finger and her
cunt, her finger rolling inside her cunt, her hips grinding round and round.
She gasped, veering towards a climax.

He stopped her short again. He ripped off his trousers, taking his cock in
his hand. He began to masturbate quickly, and she looked over her shoulder
at him and gasped at the size of his gargantuan penis. His cock became hard
and stiff, hungry for her. He bent over her, deciding that if she had been
fucked before he could as well fuck her from behind right away, take her
nice and slow and deep. He pressed his cock against her buttocks, sliding it
lower, and her fingers curled about it with the confidence of an able lover.

"Ohmygod!" she gasped.

"Seen bigger?" he chuckled.

"Only ...only in a dream ... Oh God Rajeev ... I want it ... I want it
inside me!"

He drew her hips higher. Holding his erect tool in his hand, he slowly
squeezed his huge cock-head into her. She gasped, rising onto her forearms,
hands clenching the counterpane, then ducked her hand between her legs to
spread her cunt-lips wider apart.

"More ..." she gasped, "Put it all in, Rajeev ... I want all of you in there
... God ... Rajeev, please ... hurry ... fuck me ... quickly .... shove it
in OH uhh OH uhh Oh yes Oh god yes Oh yes oh god oh god OH GOD
OHHHHHuhhhhhhh YES YESYESYES!"

Grinning in delight, his mind soaring, he skewered her cunt slowly,
thrusting his cock slowly into her, the thick-veined, hairy shaft rasping
against her inflamed clitoris, pranging her belly deeply, making her shudder
and moan and cry out at the enormity of it inside her. She thought it would
surely tear her in two and come ripping out of her throat .

Kneeling behind her, he waited till she caught her breath. His huge cock was
embedded deep in her cunt, and its incredible heat made her cunt boil, her
body flame with lust. She moaned. Her head sank between her arms, then rose
in ecstasy, her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip. Her hips began to
move, slowly at first, round and round, churning her cunt with his huge
pestle, then faster and faster, and back and forth. She rocked on all fours,
jerking her cunt up and down on his lance with shuddering cries, pulling up
till only the top of the big cock-head was inside her, then pushing heavily
down again. Faster and faster she went, moaning and keening desperately.
Finally, he began to move, sliding his hips back and forth in a heavy,
steady, demanding rhythm, forcing his penis as deep into her cunt as he
could, moving faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping loudly
against her buttocks, his head arching in delight. She was good, very good,
her cunt hot and wet and tight as a drum.

"Ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!" she went.

He paused and held her still and she waited as he spread his legs and pushed
her down onto her front, her face on side on the pillow. He rose over her,
knees astride her buttocks.

"OhgodRajeev ... fuckme..." she gasped, her mouth open. "Keep fucking me!"

He began to move again. His body corded with strain, his belly drew in.
Hands on her buttocks, he stroked smoothly in and out of her cunt, keeping
her pinned beneath him. Faster and faster he went, till his cock was running
in and out of her like a piston, pumping furiously up and down and in and
out, the huge cock thrusting in, jerking out, thrusting in, jerking out,
pile-driving, glistening, dark, hot, throbbing, squelching and rasping into
her cunt. Sonali moaned deliriously.

She orgasmed, mewing and crying out, spasming and jerking, clawing at the
counterpane. He continued to ram-fuck her from behind, plunging more and
more deeply into her, his hips pounding against her buttocks. He sensed the
end of the orgasm and slid smoothly out of her.

"C'mon bitch ... now gimme some head," he grunted.

Panting, hot, streaming with sweat, still deeply aroused, Sonali turned and
bent before him as he knelt on the bed. Rajeev watched as she took his cock
lovingly in her hand and began to jerk him. She bent forward, parting her
lips to swirl her tongue over his cock-head. He jerked her head forward and
she took him deep into her mouth. He gasped. Her face distended, cheeks
hollowed, she began to suck him hungrily, her head bobbing rapidly back and
forth, up and down his sticky shaft, licking it, kissing it, sucking the
cock-head and shaft deeply, fingering his balls, suckling them one by one,
caressing her face with it, all the while fondling her own breasts. He felt
his spoot roil up hot and he groaned, fucking her face with delight, moving
her head back and forth to suit his pleasure.

"Come on, cunt ... on your back!" he commanded.

She went down onto her back and once again he took her, this time leaning
over her, his hands bending her thighs up, her knees hooked over his
shoulders. She reached down to guide his cock into her cunt. He went into
her smoothly, quickly, fast, running his lance into her in one skewering
thrust. Sonali cried out, the breath driven from her body and arched hard
under him, his balls thumping against her buttocks, her body folded up in
half. He fucked her hard, pumping his hips up and down, his buttocks rising
and falling furiously, rapidly, his huge cock sliding in deep.

"Yes yes Ohhhh god yes fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me Rajeev ohhhh yes!"
she cried.

"God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god
yes!" he responded.

Her body jerked and rocked under his, their bodies hot, streaming with
sweat, the fires rising in their loins, commingling, his huge cock rasping
into her, squelching in, stretching her cunt-lips to their fullest, filling
her to the brim. Her hands were on her jiggling breasts, squeezing and
rolling them in an erotic frenzy, and she cried out for more, her voice
rising in pitch and volume, her hips bucking at his, her cunt spasming and
clamping hot and tight on his enormous dick, his huge cock rasping against
her gorged clitoris, pounding and stroking in and out like a mechanised trip
hammer, till she exploded once more, and then again and yet again. At last,
he skewered her deeply and lingered, quivering inside her, his hips
twitching and thrusting at her cunt, his cock throbbing and burning fiercely
inside her sodden cunt. He flung his head back and growled like an animal
and she felt the quicksilver slugs of his spoot spurting into her in a hot,
endless flood.

Gasping, his magnificent body streaming with sweat, Rajeev slid down onto
Sonali, his enormous cock still inside her. She realised with a start that
it was still rock-hard. She felt it throb and quiver inside her, felt the
ooze of more jizz. She moaned her surprise and pleasure, tonguing his ear
lasciviously, grinding her breasts under his hard chest.

"Fuck me again, lover ... fuck me again," she murmured hoarse voiced.

"With pleasure," he chuckled.

He swung over onto his back and took her on top of him, straddling his lap,
her knees bent and folded under her buttocks, her cunt impaled deeply on his
pole. He kissed her slowly, fondling her heavy, turgid breasts, examining
their superb contours with his expert fingers, marveling at their
perfection. The gold chain with its pearl pendant swung against his chin.
She rose, her hips grinding heavily against his and pressed her breast to
his lips.

"Suck it ... suck it Rajeev," she moaned.

He flipped his tongue at the rigid nipple, making her gasp, her head
snapping up, mouth open in delight as he flicked the nut hard breast tip. He
scraped it across his teeth and gums, across the roof of his mouth, pinching
and tweaking and twirling the other nipple, squeezing and kneading the
fleshy mounds.

She began to move in excitement, rocking back and forth, up and down, her
breasts and the gold chain jiggling heavily, her cunt rising and falling on
his cock, going up a good eight inches, then slowly slithering down deep
again, impaling itself on his penis. Rajeev held her hips and began to move
her up and down in a steady rhythm, lifting her high, easing her down, his
own hips moving now in a motion that matched hers, his hips rising as hers
fell.

"Ohhhhhh uhhh Ohhhh Rajeev Rajeev Rajeev Rajeev yes ... ohhh god yes yes yes
... ohhh uhhhh ohh ma uhhhh Ahhhh uhh Ahhhh uhhh Ohhh uhhhh yes ohhh yes
ohhh uhh ohhhh yes that's it ... ohhh god yes ... do it Rajeev ... do it ...
mmm, yes ohhh uhhh ohhh yes!"

Her head was tilted back, her face a vision of lust, her lips parted, the
nostrils flared, the perfect teeth bared. She hissed as he slid his fingers
under her buttocks, a thick finger pressing insistently at her anus. She
yielded and cried out as it slid in slowly, wriggling and jerking inside
her.

"C'mon bitch ... take it ... mmm, yeh ... ohhh yes take it slut take it all
... ohhh god yeh ... take it ... take my cock, cunt ... take it ... ohhhh
yeh Mmmm yes ... god, yes ...!" he gasped in unfaked delight.

He took control now, and began to move with her, bucking up heavily under
her, tossing her on his lap, heaving with his powerful hips and loins. She
cried out as his cock pranged deep into her, her hands on her breasts, at
her cunt-lips, flicking her clitoris, reaching back to cup and squeeze his
balls, then going back to her breasts to crush and maul and knead the fleshy
mounds in frenzied excitement, her head whipping from side to side, her
lovely hair tossing wildly, the gold chain slapping and thumping on her
chest, her body shining with sweat as she cried out louder and louder,
exploding at last in a shattering orgasm, her cunt spasming uncontrollably
on his enormous battering ram.

Quickly, he rolled her over again onto her back and took her rapidly once
more, thrusting furiously in and out of her body for several minutes, making
her moan and cry out. Her body jerked and snapped and rolled hard under his
thrusts. He levered her legs wider apart and pumped and pistoned furiously
in and out her cunt. Her head jerked from side to side, her breasts jiggled
and bounced under thrusts. She came again, her cunt convulsing frantically
on his monstrous penis. He groaned and plunged deep into her, his head
arched, his teeth bared in a rictus of lust. She squeezed his buttocks,
forcing his cock deeper into her, clamping her cunt tight on his cock and he
gasped and exploded again, shooting thick hot wads of gunk deep into her
flesh, bridging the gulf of fate.

"That was good," he murmured a few minutes later, as they lay together,
their limbs entwined, caressing each other tenderly. "I'm pleasantly
surprised."

"For God's sake, Rajeev," she replied, squeezing his penis "I am a woman you
know, a perfectly normal woman, with normal desires."

"So I see."

"Then what is it that surprises you?"

"Your skill. Your love of sex."

"I told you I'm not a virgin."

"Who was it? Who was your first lover, babe?"

"How does it matter?" she protested.

"Just curious."

"Only that?"

He grinned wryly. "Um, well, all right, not really. I find it sexy to know."

She sighed, then grinned. "Okay. No harm telling you, I guess. I lost my
virginity at fourteen - to a stranger in Matheran, a horseman. Ashraf, his
name was. He was very good. Then there was a school friend, Pankaj. Then my
servant, Ganpat. Then I had an affair with my neighbour, Yusuf, even though
he was married. And his younger brother, Omar. I had several affairs in
school and college. Also, with a lot of servants. I still sleep with Ganpat
regularly - and with Yusuf, and so many others. I've even been having this
really hot affair with our office peons, Chiman and Barku. They're good,
really good. Chiman likes butt-fucking me."

Rajeev stared at her.

"Are you upset?"

A grin creased his face and he began to laugh.

"Not at all, lover. Quite the reverse, in fact. I don't believe that virgins
are better in bed . They aren't. Give me an experienced lover any day."

"My friend Vaishali used to say that."

"Vaishali? Pankaj? Ganpat?" He paused, his eyes narrowing.

She looked at him puzzled. "Why, what's the matter?"

He stared at her, and then, very softly asked. "Vaishali ... she used to
stay in a big house down at Tardeo? Had affairs with servants? With her
driver, chap called Yaqub? Another called Ramdev? Others?"

"Good god, how did you know?"

Rajeev stared at her and then laughed loudly.

"Oh dear, oh dear," he chuckled. "You're that Sonali!"

"What Sonali?"

"I really don't believe this! You remember you had that heavy petting
session with Pankaj who was going with Vaishali and then he saw her fucking
her servants that night and the next day you went to Matheran and so on?"

"God yes, but ... how do you know?"

"Who the hell do you think took Pankaj's sexual education in hand after
that? I took him to Lonavala with Deepika and Shilpa and ... oh god, I don't
believe this!" he said, shaking with laughter and delight.

"You?" she gasped incredulous.

"Yup. The undersigned, yours truly. And Vaishali later made me promise that
I would keep away from you so that Pankaj would have a chance. He was
besotted by you. Vaishali said that if I got to you Pankaj didn't have a
snowball's hope in hell. Also, she threatened she'd never let me fuck her
again if I so much as looked at you. That did it. It was one hell of a
threat. I loved fucking her, and so I kept away from you."

"My god," she whispered, memories of her youth flashing upon her, making her
tremble with the excitement of this discovery. The world had suddenly
imploded upon itself. "To think we could have been ..."

He bent over her and kissed her gently. "Never mind the could have been. We
can still be."

She smiled, caressing his immense back and shoulders, fondling his penis.

"Yes," she said. "We can. Come on ... let me suck your cock ... I want you
to come in my mouth ..."

They hadn't bothered to close the bedroom door. Sonali's servant, Ganpat
stood there now, watching them and smiling. He was happy for her. She was a
fine filly, a great ride, and deserved better mounts than she'd had of late.
This man was a thoroughbred. He watched as she slid down and took Rajeev's
penis in her mouth. He knew how good she was at sucking cock, how well she
did it. She would make him happy. And that pleased her servant.

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