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                      Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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                          THE OFFICE COMERS
                              ----------

Sonali felt horny. She sighed and pushed the papers away. She looked around.
The office was largely deserted with most of the staff in Court or
elsewhere. Only one peon, Vinod, was still in the office. He sat in a chair
at the far end of the office, his head bent, kicking his legs idly back and
forth.

"Vinod!" she called.

He looked up with a grin and got to his feet. He was very good-looking. Not
tall, but handsome, with a fine, slightly hooked nose, a firm mouth and
chin, thick, curly hair, laughing eyes. His body was lean and hard and sexy.
Under her own tutelage, he had learned to use it well with women.

She looked lovely, dressed in a white *khadi* cotton *salvar-khameez*, with
a high mandarin collar and designed yoke, her hair loose, sweeping in a
delectable wave over her pretty face. Her firm breasts jutted out against
the contoured cloth. Her eyes were lightly lined with *kajal*, and she had
applied just a trace of lipstick. He noticed, grinning, that she didn't have
bra on: he could see her stubby nipples and the dark shadow of her aureoles.

She smiled gently, leaning back in the chair, tilting it on his swivel
hinge, thrusting her chest out even further and lifting her hands to sweep
her hair off her neck. Her breasts thrust out, and the buttons of the
*kurta* parted in bowed loops, showing him her breasts.

"Yes? What can I do for you, madam?" he queried slyly. "*Kyaseva karoon*?"

She giggled. "You need to ask? *Puchna padega*?"

He chuckled, his eyes bright and warm, and she stretched her arms out to
him. He bent his head and they kissed slowly and his tongue slid between her
warm, moist lips and explored her mouth. Her arms wound about his shoulders
and she caressed his strong back sexily. He smelled musky and sweaty and
sexy. He cupped her breasts and fondled them gently, and instantly her
nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms.

"Come on ... let's go in," she said huskily.

They went into the special chamber Rajeev had fixed up for just this
purpose. It was soundproofed and furnished with comfortable chairs and a
sofa, and large, well-sprung double-bed. It also carried closed-circuit
television with the master monitor on Rajeev's desk so that he could watch
the goings-on, and video equipment for filming the action. The video camera
was automatically operated. It had sophisticated, customised computer
controls, with sonar and infrared sensors to locate the source of the
action. It automatically filmed all sexual acts within the room.

Vinod locked the door behind them, and the video whirred quietly to life. He
turned to find that Sonali had already unbuttoned her *kurta* and was
struggling out of it. He watched her, grinning hugely, unbuttoning his shirt
and drawing it off. His body was lean and hairless, smooth-skinned, the
chest well-defined and hard. He unzipped his jeans with a loud *krrrik* and
dropped them. His cock was big, long and thick, still limp. Sonali smiled as
he began to masturbate.

"Wait for me," she said. "I want to do that."

She dropped her *salvar*. She had nothing on beneath that either, and her
cunt-fuzz tempted him. Like all the women here, it was trimmed to
sparseness, her cunt-lips clear. Her breasts looked swollen. There was thin
gold chain with a delicate pearl in sepal pendant around her neck. She
tossed her hair and her breasts jiggled temptingly. He took her in his arms
and they kissed hungrily, their tongues in each other's mouths. She caressed
his cock eagerly and he fondled her breasts and felt them grow warm and hard
in his palms, the nipples shooting out rock-hard. Their bodies squirmed
hotly, and she was panting as they moved to the bed.

"Vinod," she gasped, "let me suck your cock. *Mujhechoosnede*."

She turned on her back and he grinned and knelt over her face with his head
bent, watching her. She took his penis in her fist, rolled back the foreskin
and, arching her head, parting her pretty lips, took his cock in her mouth
and began to suck it. He gasped as her electric tongue flickered over his
cock-head. She moaned in her throat, and sucked harder. Her head rose and
fell between his legs. Her mouth was incredible on his cock -- warm and
inviting, sucking him avidly, moving back and forth. Vinod felt the fires
roiling in his balls as she drew him deep into her throat, his pubic hair
against her lips. She caressed her face with his cock, her eyes hooded in
lust, moaning softly. He chuckled at the sight. She sucked his cock again,
and now she held his buttocks and pulled him down deeper into her hungry
mouth. He fucked her face eagerly, his buttocks rising and falling, the
erect, hot, throbbing cock glistening as it slid in and out of her mouth. He
squeezed her breasts and found them hard and hot. Her legs jerked wide, her
knees rising in flagrantly obscene invitation to his mouth and fingers.

She stopped sucking his cock for a minute, to moan, "Vinod ... lick my cunt!
*Chaatmujhe*!"

He laughed and bent over her, thrusting his face between her forked thighs
as he continued to fuck her mouth. Her cunt was already wet and he pulled
her cunt-lips open and roughly jammed his tongue into the soft flesh within.
Sonali gasped and her hips jerked up hard at his face. He chuckled and began
to tongue-fuck her, thrusting his thick tongue in and out of her cunt,
flicking at her gorged clitoris. His buttocks pumped steadily over her face
and she sucked and licked the peon's penis with mounting excitement. He
twisted two fingers into her cunt as he licked it and she gasped and writhed
in delight under him. Sonali pumped his penis in her fist as she worked it
cleverly with her tongue and lips and teeth, sucking hungrily. His tongue
darted in and out of her sodden cunt-flesh.

Their bodies writhed and bucked in the sixty-nine. She moaned lasciviously,
deep in her throat, as his cock sputtered pre-cum gunk into her mouth. His
tongue was wonderful in her cunt, thick and heavy and he moved his fingers
deftly so that she was soon careening toward an orgasm.

The peon sensed her climax approaching, and he stopped and rose and moved
around to kneel between her splayed thighs, his cock in his hand. She arched
her hips and back, offering him her cunt, and, with a loud chuckle, he
squeezed his cock slowly into her cunt. Sonali gasped and arched hard
beneath him, squeezing her gorged breasts, her face screwed up in lust as
the randy young peon began to fuck her. Sonali moaned ecstatically as his
big cock ploughed into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh baby yes ... ohhhh uhhhh ohhhhh uhhh Ohhhh uhh OHHH uhhh OHHHH
uhhhh," she moaned, "OHHHH yes uhhh OHHH god yes ..."

Vinod watched her face spasm with pleasure and he kept up a steady rhythm,
stroking his penis in and out of her cunt. He moved steadily for several
minutes, his hips swinging rhythmically, his buttocks flexing and unflexing,
then abruptly hit a rapid ram-fucking stroke, only to slow again. Sonali
went wild with delight. She arched steeply under him, clenching his
shoulders as he hammered at her heaving body. When he slowed, she moaned,
and caressed his shaft and balls. Her legs rose, and the video camera filmed
his huge cock stroking smoothly and steadily in and out of her cunt. Then it
snapped to a long shot of their groins slapping and grinding together.

The gold chain with its pearl pendant slithered and swung back and forth on
her chest, and Vinod arched his head, panting and gasping at the heat of her
cunt as she arched and bucked with him, her cunt sucking on his cock like a
vice.

"OHHH yes ohhh yes yes yes ..." she moaned, "Take me ... ohhhh god yes ...
fuck me baby ... OHHHHH yes ... *Lelemujhe*, Vinod! *Chodhmujhe*!"

The peon's lean body shone with sweat now as he squeezed his cock in and out
of Sonali's taut cunt-channel. His body was angled over hers, and he rested
his hands on her breasts, crushing them under his weight as he hammered his
hips at her buttocks. Sonali gasped and her legs rose higher to hook over
his shoulders, and the camera automatically zoomed in to a close-up of her
buttocks curved up and lobed open and his cock hammering rapidly back and
forth, up and down, in and out. After several minutes, the camera snapped to
her lust-ridden face and the mikes picked up her moans and panting gasps.
She looked lovely, the slightly curved nose with the nostrils dilated, the
deep brown eyes glassy, hooded, the perfect teeth bared as her lips drew
back in a loud, ululating moan of lust. The loveliness of her face was
accentuated by the delicate beauty spots and marks on one cheek, the
attractive little scar beside her left eye.

"Ohhhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Vinod," Sonali murmured.
"*Jorsechodh*, Vinod! *Jorsechodh*!"

Her body rolled up onto the small of her back with his thrusts, curling
under him as her cries rose excitedly.

Vinod slid out of her and flipped her over. On her forearms and knees,
Sonali immediately thrust her buttocks up at him, her fine hair sweeping in
a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one side. The peon thrust
his cock into her cunt hard and she gasped and lurched forward. He fucked
her rapidly, ramming his cock rapidly in and out of her cunt. Sonali's body
jerked and rocked under his, her back bending and curving, her buttocks
swinging and rolling from side to side as Vinod's big penis crammed itself
into her moist, hot, taut channel.

He held her waist and skewered her cunt hard and deep. His muscles rippled
and his body streamed with sweat. He flung his head back and gasped, jerking
and slamming his hips at hers. The video camera zoomed into a close-up of
his cock going into her cunt. Dark and ridged with angry veins, it glistened
and throbbed visibly as it stroked in and out of her flesh. It went in deep,
came out six or seven inches with each stroke, then plunged in savagely
again.

"Ohhh uhhh OHHHHH uhh ohh Vinod *hanhhh* uhhhh *HANhhhh* uhhh *Hanhhh* uhh
OHHHHh Vinodvinodvinod*HANHHHhhh*," Sonali cried.

Her perfect, pearly teeth were bared in a rictus of lust and her face was
beautiful with passion as she jerked and lurched beneath the peon. Her hair
swung back and forth and so did the gold and pearl chain around her neck.
Her swollen breasts jiggled, the nipples.

"C'mon whore c'mon ... *chulrundichul* take it *lele* ... take my cock,
bitch ... *lelemerelundko*, *kutti*! OHHHH uhh *Hanhhh* uhhhh *hanhhhh* ..."
Vinod gasped in return.

His face was flushed, and he was panting, his nostrils flared. He bent to
squeeze her turgid breasts as he ground his loins against her buttocks.
Sonali moaned her joy. She arched hard, and thrust her buttocks up higher,
grinding against his loins. She rose on her toes, bent over like a hairpin,
and Vinod gasped, bending over her, giving the video camera a splendid shot
of his puckered anus splayed wide open even as his cock jerked furiously in
and out, in and out of her cunt. Thrust up high under his hips, her buttocks
shook and trembled under him as she orgasmed. She fell to her knees again as
it cascaded over her. She dug her hand between her legs to cup his balls,
squeezing them and he gripped her swinging breasts hard. Her face jerked up,
a vision of lust, the eyes closed, the lips parted in a wide 'O' of pure,
greedy, hungry lust.

Vinod skewered her cunt, driving in deep, with a shuddering moan that rang
in her ears. His head arched back and gasping, flushed, as her cunt clamped
and sucked hard on his cock, drawing him deeper into her, till he could hold
back no longer. He rammed and thrust and spiralled into her repeatedly,
crying out in sheer joy as he came, releasing a copious flood of hot seed
into her sticky slit.

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                                  2

Sonali's body rippled with lust. The performance she had just seen in the
special suite for lectual activities in Rajeev's office had her hankering
for a man. The orgy in the suite was still going on. It was a Friday
evening, so everyone indulged themselves.

She was still working when everyone else packed up. Only Chiman stayed on.
He sat in the main lounge, leafing through the evening newspaper. Sonali
packed her briefcase, snapped it shut and rose, intending to head straight
home to a long, hot bath followed by an evening of sex with her husband's
new business associate. Her husband thought it would clinch his deal. A
muffled cry from the 'Nutcracker Suite' made her stop. Chiman looked up and
grinned.

"They seem to be having fun," he chuckled. "*Mazaakarrahehain*."

"Who's inside? *Kaunhain andar*?"

"Harsha, I think, and Nandini and Seema and Nisha. Some guys, too. Wanna
look? *Dekhnahain*?"

These performances were always worth watching. She had often been a
performer herself and she knew that they were fun on either side of the
glass. She went into the viewing gallery, a long room that ran the length of
the suite behind a solid wall of one-way glass. She flipped the switch and
the lights in the viewing gallery dimmed, and the wall shimmered, affording
a view into the room beyond. She smiled at what she saw.

At the long table in the centre of the room, Harsha, Rajeev's stunning
telephone operator and assistant, and Kishore's wife, was being humped by
Barku, the handsome young peon. Sonali watched as the lovely girl moaned
softly, bent over the table, standing on the floor, her buttocks thrust back
at the naked peon. Barku, dark and good-looking, stood behind her, his
thick, long cock half-embedded in her cunt. He squeezed it in further,
grunting, his fingers digging into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. Harsha
moaned and jerked under the thrust, her head arching, her lovely breasts
swinging. The cock disappeared slowly between her buttocks. Barku paused,
then slid out, then thrust in again with a cruel roll and swing of his
buttocks. Harsha cried out and gasped, the breath rushing from her throat.
Sonali knew just how she felt, for Barku had fucked her like this several
times. He was good at it. As she watched, he began to move faster, with
deeper, harder, more punishing thrusts, running his cock swiftly in and out
of her cunt. He bent forward to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard in his
hands.

On the large bed against one wall, Seema, Rajeev's assistant, a fair and
pretty-faced young woman moaned and gasped as Lewis, the company chauffeur
fucked her. He was bent over her and they were fucking hard. His buttocks
bounced furiously, bobbing madly up and down, his huge cock rising,
glistening, plunging into her cunt. Seema's legs were drawn up high about
his back. Her fleshy breasts jiggled, her body rolling upward with every
thrust. Lewis kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

On the floor at the foot of the bed lay Vinod, the new peon whom Sonali had
first seduced and then gently trained in the art of lovemaking. Proficient
at it now, he was fucking Nandini, an attractive young assistant. She gasped
as she rocked up and down, back and forth on his big cock, her gold chains
swinging on her sweat-flecked, dusky body. Her mouth was open and she gasped
and called obscenely as she bucked. Vinod's hips rose and fell rhythmically
under her, tossing her up and down, her breasts bouncing.

Finally, there were Nisha and Babu. She was the stenographer and he was a
peon. He was fucking her from behind, lying on his side behind her, her leg
drawn up, his cock thrust deep into her, one hand on her hip, the other on
her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down, her eyes closed, her pretty
face a vision of lust, her breasts bouncing, the mangalsutra around her neck
jumping on her fair, creamy skin. Sonali could see Babu's penis running in
and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the creamy curves of
her buttocks, his thighs pummelling her buttocks. Her face was contorted
with lust, her mouth open in a loud cry, her eyes shut. Behind her, Babu
heaved her buttock up and apart and slammed his hips furiously back and
forth. His penis thundered in and out of her cunt.

The sight was extraordinarily erotic. As she watched the octet copulate
feverishly, Sonali felt her cunt ooze its juices. She hadn't seen Chiman
follow her into the room. He stood silently in the shadows behind her,
smiling to himself, leaning against the wall and watching the orgy. It was
exciting.

Chiman was not good-looking. His face was heavy, with a thick nose, a fleshy
mouth, oversized and stained teeth and large, exposed gums. Despite his
looks, he was an immensely satisfying lover. He was dark and lean, with a
wiry toughness to his build. He was dressed in a bright shirt unbuttoned to
the waist and showed his solidly muscled, V-shaped torso. The chest was
well-defined, and his belly was hard and flat. His trunk was hairless. His
arms and legs were long and strong. He wore a couple of golden chains around
his neck. His trousers were taut and showed the thick bulge in his groin.

His eyes flicked from the window to the young woman in front of him. He knew
her well: he fucked her frequently, and knew that she would be randy and hot
for a fuck now.

She was quite lovely without being conventionally beautiful. Her eyes were
deep brown and bright, lined with *kajal*; the nose was a trifle beaky, the
neck not long; but the face was a nice oval, and her mouth was delectable:
slightly pouting, with a bowed upper lip, slimmer than the full lower one.
Her teeth were perfect, even and very white, with bright gums. Her face had
attractive beauty spots high on the left cheekbone. Her hair was lovely, a
dark, silky curtain with a sheen. It was cut short and hung down just to her
shoulders and curled over her forehead in a delectable wave. Her body was
firm and well-proportioned. She was short, but her breasts were superb: Firm
and high and taut, fleshy mounds with stubby nipples and small aureoles and
a deep cleavage, quite fuckable. Her belly was flat, and her hips and
buttocks swelled gently. Her arms and legs were nicely turned, slender, the
ankles shapely, the hands elegant and well-formed.

She was dressed as usual in a *churidar* and *kurta* outfit, the *kurta*
with a high mandarin collar. A thin gold chain with a pearl pendant in an
inverted sepal hung around her neck, lifting over the mandarin collar to
rest on her chest. She wore a gold bracelet and long, dangling, matching
earrings. The *kurta* was buttoned down the front. Chiman knew she would be
naked beneath -- they all were. He watched as she began to toy with the
buttons of the *kurta*, flipping open one, then another. He grinned to
himself. Not long now.

She thrust her hands beneath it to unknot her *salvar*, loosening it. She
slid one hand under her *kurta*, cupping her breast, thrusting the other
into her *salvar*, between her thighs.

Chiman slipped into a seat behind the wide divan on which she sat,
masturbating. Her breath hissed as she fondled her breasts and cunt, her
eyes riveted on the sight before her.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, sliding his
arms around her, thrusting them down the open neck of the *kurta*, over her
luscious mounds. They were hot and turgid to the touch, the nipples already
nut-hard. Sonali jumped in surprise, and her head jerked around.

"God Chiman, it's you!" she cried. "You frightened me!"

"Sorry," he grinned, and pressed his lips to hers.

She murmured in her throat, angling her head up to his. Her lips flowered
and her tongue snaked hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her lovely
breasts and thumbed her rigid nipples. She shivered in excitement. Her
breasts grew hotter and harder.

He moistened his finger in his mouth and smeared his spittle on one nipple,
then the other. Sonali gasped softly, heat spreading through her. He pinched
her nipples and she writhed and moaned deep in her throat, still kissing
him. Her arm rose and wound back around his beck and shoulders and she
arched her back to lift her breasts to his hands.

Chiman broke away and Sonali bent forward to flip her *kurta* off her head,
tugging down her *salvar*. Her pubic hair was sparse, and already damp.
Chiman got up and bent over the back of the divan and her face and kissed
her again, his face upside down in front of hers. Her hands rose and slid
under his open shirt and unbuttoned the last button and pulled his shirt
free of his trousers. Gently, she caressed his hard torso and her fingers
slid between his thighs and squeezed the bulge of his penis.

Slowly, Chiman slid his tongue down her throat into the valley between her
breasts, nuzzling the pearl pendant. His chest was over her face. Sonali
tilted her face and swirled her tongue over his nipple. Chiman grunted and
parted his lips and sucked sharply on one breast. Tugging at her nipple with
his teeth, he scraped it across his palate. He moved to the other, then
returned, then went back yet again. Then he squeezed her breasts together
and sucked on them simultaneously. Sonali moaned and fumbled with his
trousers. Succeeding at last, she jerked down the zipper and his trousers
puddled to his feet. His big cock was thickening rapidly. She knew it would
swell to a nine-and-a-half inch length, a two-inch thickness when erect. His
balls were low and heavy.

"I want to suck your cock," she muttered heavily.
"*Mujheteralavdachoosnahain*."

The peon chuckled and pulled at the backrest of the divan. It tilted
backward and her face slid between his thighs. He spread his legs and bent
over her. Her lips parted and she took his cock and began to masturbate him.

"C'mon then, whore ... suck it ... suck my cock!" He grunted. "*Choos*,
*rundi*!"

Greedily, Sonali took the peon's penis in her mouth. He gasped loudly and
obscenely. Aroused, she took his cock deeper into her mouth, sucked harder.
Her face bucked between his strong thighs. He fucked her mouth rapidly, his
erect penis distending her face. His hips pumped. His penis glistened in her
mouth. She sucked him hungrily, using her tongue and teeth with a cunning
all her own. He flung his head back and moaned his pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh uhhhhh ahhhhh," he called, "c'mon whore ... suck it ... suck it
hard, bitch! *Jorsechoos*, *kutti*! Suck my cock! *Choosmerelundko*! Ohhhh
yeh! Ohhhh yes!"

He squeezed her breasts in mounting excitement as she sucked and licked his
cock. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and wet and her adept tongue was pure
magic on his gorged cock-head. The musky taste and smell of his cock aroused
her. It sputtered with pre-cum gunk and she swallowed it hungrily, enjoying
its tangy taste. She reached up and clenched his buttocks, pulling his cock
deeper into her mouth and then pulled them open and pressed her fingertip to
his anus. He groaned and his hips writhed in pleasure.

She thrust a hand between her legs and began to masturbate rapidly. The
sight excited him. Laughing, he pressed down on the backrest again. It fell
flat and he moved at the same time, so that he was kneeling over her face
with his cock still in her mouth. She forked her legs apart and, bent over
her, he thrust his face between her thighs. He opened her cunt-lips wide and
she moaned when she felt his hot breath on her sodden flesh. Her clitoris
was gorged. The musky odour of her cunt excited him and he rammed his tongue
into her cunt. Sonali cried out deep in her cock-filled throat, her hips
heaving under his face.

His tongue was thick and rough and her cunt blazed with lustfire as his
tongue swirled relentlessly through her cunt-flesh, flickering like
lightning. She gasped and moaned and writhed under him, panting with
pleasure. He stopped abruptly, just as she verged on an orgasm, making her
moan in frustration. He pulled away and knelt upright before her, his cock
thrust out.

"Come on, whore ... suck it again," he commanded. "*Phirsechoosmujhe*!"

Sonali went down on her forearms and knees before the peon and took his
penis in her mouth again. He rocked her head back and forth, pumping his
hips at her face, chortling with delight when she began to masturbate
feverishly again. Chuckling and grunting, he twined his fingers in her hair
and jerking her head back and forth to suit his pleasure.

At last, satisfied, he pushed her away and lay down on his back. Moaning and
panting, hot with lust, she straddled his hips and took his penis in her
hands. Her cunt was dripping with excitement. With a loud cry, she let her
hips sink. The huge cock-head sizzled into her flesh and she cried out again
and arched her head. Her breasts felt hot and swollen. Deeper it went and
she hissed softly, gritting her teeth and grimacing. She forced her cunt
lower still, and the peon grunted as her hot, tight cunt enveloped his cock.

Sonali began to ride the peon's penis, rocking sensuously back and forth and
bucking steadily up and down on his lap. He grunted and pumped his hips
steadily under her. Her cunt rose and fell, sliding up and down his inflamed
shaft. Her head arched and she moaned in delight, her pretty lips forming a
bow, her lovely teeth bared. She clapped her buttocks together erotically,
squeezing his penis with her cunt.

"Yes! Ohhhh yes, Chiman, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she gasped.
"*Jorsechodhmujhe*, Chiman! *Jorsechodh*! Ohhh uhhh Ohma uhhhh yes Ohhh god
yes!"

"Take it! Take it, bitch! Take it!" he muttered. "*Lele*, *kutti*! *Lele*!"

Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she moved faster. The gold necklace
danced and slapped on her flesh. She began to sweat. Dewdrops of
perspiration dotted her upper lip and forehead and strands of hair clung
damply to the nape of her neck. Up and down, up and down she went. She
squeezed her breasts in excitement. He held her by her thighs and began to
control the pace, jigging her effortlessly on his cock. Faster and faster he
forced her to go, and she gasped and cried out, her face twisting with lust.

"OHHhhhhh uhh OH uhh OHH uh OH oh OH uh OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" she cried, her
hair tossing, the gold chain slapping on her bouncing breasts.

She leaned back on his knees behind her, her shoulders hollowing, her head
flipping from side to side and reached for his balls. He gasped at the
touch.

She got off his lap and turned around, her back to him, straddling him
again. She sank onto his cock quickly, and he watched it disappear between
the creamy lobes of her buttocks, gasping as her taut channel spasmed and
clamped on it, sucking on it like a pump. His balls ached for release. Up
and down she bucked, leaning on his knees, her breasts bouncing, hot and
swollen, the gold chain flying. He prised her buttocks wide and fingered her
anus. She cried out and ground down deeper, even as his finger slid into the
taut flesh of her ass. Her hips gyrated in circles as she jerked down harder
and harder, and he thrust his finger in and out of her ass, wiggling it
inside her. Sonali held his legs and bucked furiously on his penis, running
her cunt madly up and down his gorged, throbbing cock. Her cunt contracted
on his cock like a vice and he gasped and arched under her.

Moaning and gasping, her head hanging, Sonali slowed to deep, grinding
action. Chiman groaned in pleasure. Her cunt sucked and convulsed and
contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis. It was all he could do to
contain himself.

"Come on, bitch!" he ground out. "Come on! *Chul*, *kutti*, *chul*!"

At once, she responded, arching her head and bucking furiously up and down.
Her buttocks bounced off his thighs as her cunt went down deep, taking his
cock fully within her flesh. With a loud moan, she exploded hard with his
cock in her cunt and his finger in her anus. She cried out, arching, her
head flying back, her hands squeezing and mauling her bouncing breasts,
sweat streaming off her. He bucked hard under her, tossing her on his lap,
making her scream thinly as his cock rammed up into her, his finger in her
anus, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside her.

Somehow he managed to hold back. He pushed her off him, and she moaned,
knowing he was far from done. She turned on her front on the divan, on all
fours, breasts and chain and earrings pendulous, her buttocks thrust back at
him. She drove a hand between her thighs, spreading her cunt-lips open. He
knelt on the divan behind her and took his cock in his hand. Slowly, he
squeezed it into her channel and gasped as it contracted and convulsed on
it. She whimpered and lurched, then begged him obscenely for more. He
chuckled.

Flexing his buttocks, he swung his hips forward slowly and squeezed his cock
deep into her cunt. Embedded inside her, he rocked to a halt. Under him,
Sonali began to move, groaning and crying out, rocking slowly back and
forth. At last, he began to move in unison, pumping his hips steadily,
running his cock in and out of her cunt. His thighs slapped against hers,
his balls thumped at her cunt-lips. He picked up speed and went faster and
faster. Her body jerked and lurched with his ramming thrusts. He skewered
her cunt hard, with a brutal twist of his hips, taking her from all angles.

"Ohhhh uhhh OH CHIMAN-CHIMAN-CHIMAN Ohhhh uhhh Ohhhh uhh OH uhh OHH uhhh OH
OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly.

"C'mon ... c'mon whore ... take it! Take my cock, bitch! Take it! *Lele*,
*rundi*! *Aurle*! *Lelemerelavdeko*!" he gasped.

Quite deliberately, he slowed and leaned back on his haunches, drawing her
up so that, still impaled on his penis, she was on her haunches, too, with
her arms outstretched and her hands on the divan. She kept moving, her
buttocks writhing in pleasure on his lap. He clenched her breasts and she
gasped and turned her face to his. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.
She moaned obscenely, a whore in heat. He began to move, jerking his hips
rapidly under hers. Her body jerked and rocked and her breasts bounced in
his hands.

"Yes .. fuck me ... fuck me hard Chiman ... *chodh mujhe* ... *jorse
chodh*!"

Chiman chuckled in pleasure as Sonali's cries rose in pitch and volume and
urgency, growing more obscene by the second. Her petite body was covered
with sweat and she jerked furiously back and forth on her haunches before
him. Her buttocks rose up and forward, then plunged feverishly back down
onto his penis. On his haunches behind her, his huge pole glistening as her
cunt slid up and down its length, Chiman grunted and chuckled with delight.

His excitement intense, the peon shoved her forward onto her face and,
holding himself inside her, spread his legs outside hers, straddling her
buttocks, one foot on the ground, the other high on the divan in front of
her knee. She slid onto her face, her hips jerked up. He bent over her, his
legs splayed wide. His gold chain brushed against her warm flesh. Her face
was on its side on the divan, her breasts pressed against the soft
upholstery.

With a shuddering gasp, he thrust down into her, lancing his cock into her
cunt deep and hard and fast. Sonali cried out, her face screwing up in
agonised delight, fingers scrabbling at the divan. The breath rushed from
her throat in a choking gasp.

Chiman began to ram-fuck her savagely, whumping furiously up and down, his
buttocks bouncing madly, his cock pistoning demonically, plunging viciously
in and out of her cunt. Sonali cried out, gripping the side of the divan
feverishly, her body pinned under his. His hips swung up and down and back
and forth like a trip-hammer as he slammed his cock into her relentlessly.

"OH OH OH OH OH OH uhhh AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AHHHHHH!" she cried,
spasming under him, her body blazing, trembling.

"OHHHHHH UHH OH OH OH OH UHHH UHHHHHH AH AH AH AHHHHHH!" he gasped.

Sonali flattened her body, straightening her legs under him to let him go in
even deeper. The well-sprung divan bounced madly as he rammed his cock in
and out of her cunt like a dervish, crushing her body under his. Her cunt
convulsed frantically on his pistoning cock. His buttocks bounced
frenetically over hers.

He flung his head back and dug his fingers into her buttocks and called her
*whore*, *bitch*, *slut*, *cunt* as the fires in his balls roiled inexorably
up. She exploded violently and still he went on, hammering away like a bull
in heat. She had another orgasm, and yet another, and still he did not come,
but kept fucking her. She loved every minute of it, loved having his
enormous cock thrust in and out of her cunt, hammering deep, rasping over
her throbbing clitoris, finding her innermost recesses.

He jerked out of her and flipped her on her back and, yanking her legs wide
open, slammed his cock into her hard and deep and fast. She cried out and
arched under her, her legs splitting and winding taut about his hips. She
pulled his head down and kissed him feverishly as her cunt heaved under his
thrusts.

"Fuck me, lover," she moaned, licking his ear, sucking his upper lip. "Fuck
me with your fat cock ... fuck my cunt hard yes ... *khupchodh*, Chiman!
*Jorse*! *Ragadkechodhmujhe*!"

Chiman grunted and continued ram-fucking her. He was panting heavily now,
and his body streamed with sweat. His gold chains brushed her face and she
took them between her lips and teeth and clenched his buttocks fiercely,
dragging him deeper into her cunt. Faster and faster he went and her petite
body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing
as he slammed into her repeatedly. She squeezed her breasts, moaning
obscenities, as she came yet again, gasping and arching hard under him. This
time, she felt him growl and thrust into her, once, twice, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine, long, skewering, slow, trembling thrusts. Her
cunt contracted and spasmed on his wonderful penis and then, with a loud
growl, he stiffened and she gasped as she felt the stinging jets of his seed
thud like bullets into her eager cunt.

Gasping, he bent over and kissed her in gratitude, his tongue snaking into
her mouth. She murmured softly, caressing his naked chest and back, her own
tongue exploring his mouth. To her, it made no difference that he was a mere
peon. He was a wonderful lover, and that was all that mattered.

He slid out her and turned on his back and Sonali slid over him, smiling
radiantly, kissing him hungrily. Her breasts were hot and heavy on his chest
and he felt her cunt writhing erotically against his semi-erect cock.

"Once more," she murmured, sucking his tongue sexily. "Once more.
*Aurekbaar*!"

"Okay. *Thikhai*."

She smiled happily and slowly snaked down his body, kissing and licking him
lasciviously, sucking on his small, dark, sharp nipples. He groaned in
pleasure at the exquisite delicacy of her touch as her knowing tongue and
sharp, eager teeth nibbled on his nipples. Her fingers trickled into his
crotch and worked his cock. He groaned as he felt his cock harden and
thicken and lengthen in her gentle fingers. She pumped his cock in her fist
and slowly moved lower, kissing and licking his flat, hard belly, running
her tongue through his navel. On her knees, bent over his crotch, Sonali
moaned thickly and nuzzled his groin. His cock was sticky and musky, erotic
and heady. Watching him as he craned his neck and looked at her, her eyes
dancing with excitement, Sonali dragged her teeth and tongue up his erect
shaft, her mouth open wide.

"God, I love sucking your cock," she murmured as she ran her tongue
sinuously around his bulging cock-head. "Mm ... yes ..."

"Oh fuck," the peon gasped and lurched back, his hips heaving at her face.

She lifted her head and slipped her lips around his cock and he groaned
again, holding her head, pushing his cock into her mouth. Sonali sucked his
cock deftly, pumping the shaft in her fist. Her tongue and teeth worked his
throbbing penis and burning cock-head. His balls ached with renewed tension
and he longed to cream in her face. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head
and she moaned, taking it on her tongue, swallowing it greedily, sucking
harder still. Chiman tugged at her head and she stopped reluctantly, still
licking and sucking his cock in mounting excitement. He pulled her away and
she gasped.

Whimpering, she slid up, astride his hips and Chiman gasped as her hot cunt
found his rampant penis and quickly engulfed it again. She knelt over him,
her cunt impaled on his penis and moaned thickly. Her eyes shone with lust
and excitement; her nostrils were flared and her lips were parted. He slid
his hands up her body and squeezed her turgid, swollen breasts. Sonali
whimpered, trembling at his touch. His hands stroked her hot, tingling body,
pressing her breasts, her cunt, her anus. Her hips writhed on his lap, her
cunt convulsing and sucking on his cock. He rocked gently up and down
beneath her and she moaned and leaned forward, her hands on the bed and
began to move slowly, sliding her cunt-lips up and down the length of his
cock with shuddering gasps, her breasts bouncing.

"Oh ma ... yes ... ohhh baby yes!" she gasped, rocking up and down, back and
forth, her cunt sucking and convulsing on his penis.

Under her, Chiman moaned and began to move faster, tossing her on his lap,
heaving up and down under her. She cried out and they moved faster and
faster, their orgasms nearing, looming, till, finally, they crashed together
and she felt her peon's seed spume like a geyser into her sodden slit.



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