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                      Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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                        HER LOVER, HER MASTER
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She was very beautiful. Hansa had a quality that Jayant found intensely
erotic. Her face, her manner, her softly musical, sibilant  speech made men
want to fling her to the nearest bed and fuck her passionately. Her hair was
thick and glossy with auburn highlights. Her nose was fine and straight, her
mouth full, wide and sensual and her teeth even and strong. She had a
firm-chinned, oval face and her eyes were devastating, elongated,
almond-shaped, rimmed with *kajal*. She was of medium height, fair-skinned,
slender, stunningly curved. She had a long neck, around which she wore the
traditional symbol of her marital status, a black-and-gold beaded
*mangalsutra*. Her husband was a drunk and, till Jayant put a stop to it,
had forced her to whore for him, to keep him in liquor. Now she rarely saw
him. There were plenty of other men in her life. Her long, graceful neck led
to full breasts, superbly shaped, like ripe mangoes, succulent and shapely
with long nipples in dainty bright aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and
her hips flared to softly delectable buttocks that closed around a
particularly dainty, puckered anus in which she especially enjoyed
entertaining a thick, hard penis. Her arms and legs were smooth, slender,
nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.

Apart from the *mangalsutra *she wore a small silver nose-stud in one
nostril, gold earrings, finger-rings, bangles, anklets, toe-rings. She had a
wonderful posture: the spine dipping in a delectable hollow down its length.
Her body was curved like an hourglass, sweeping from her shoulders to a
narrow waist, then opening out again to her hips and buttocks.

Her beauty was complemented by her enthusiasm and aptitude for sex.
Ordinarily, no man could pass her by without a second glance. She was every
man's genicon. In her, fortune brought fantasy to truth: in bed, she was
irresistible. There was magic in her tongue, in her teeth, in her incredible
fingers, between her legs. Once aroused - which was often and easily - she
could hold her lover for hours together. Even in Jayant's world of incessant
debauchery, with its Olympian sexual standards, her prowess was
acknowledged.

Jayant and she had been lovers since she was sixteen and he twenty. He never
tired of her, nor she of him. He regularly commanded her to his bed and each
time, he was filled with a sense of delight at her eagerness and ability,
the way she surrendered herself to him without reserve. For her part, she
loved him from the first, as all his lovers did, for his gentleness, his
patience, his kindness and above all, for his awesome sexual prowess.

Hansa had taken lovers before, during and after her marriage, and borne four
children, none of whom looked alike, although they all bore her unmistakable
stamp. She herself could not have said with any certainty who their fathers
were. But, astonishingly, four parturitions had done nothing to put surplus
weight on her or to deplete her fine figure.

She smiled gently at Jayant as he stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a
shower, clad only in a thick white terry-cloth robe. His jet black hair was
slicked back. His cologne was quiet, but entirely sensual. The robe was
belted loosely about his waist and she knew he was naked beneath. The
thought of his warm, superbly sculpted body excited her, and, involuntarily
her lips parted.

His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth,
beckoning, irresistible. She wore a light printed *sari* with a *bindi*
dotting the middle of her forehead. There were small gold earrings in either
lobe, and except her finger-ring, anklets, bangles and *mangalsutra*, she
wore no other jewelry. She had deliberately worn the *mangalsutra* although
she had been sorely tempted to discard it, especially once she had found an
adequate and unending source of male companionship in Jayant's household
with a variety of men. But she had resisted the temptation knowing well how
it excited some of her lovers to feel that they were fucking another's wife.

Now they were very close, their bodies almost touching. Silently he took her
by her slim waist and drew her to him. Her back never failed to give him
pleasure with its superb posture and erotically hollowed spine, the smooth
skin, like satin, the hollows above the collarbone. His fingers were warm
and strong on the naked flesh of her bare midriff and she felt her innermost
being throb with pleasure at this merest of touches. Her breath shortened,
and she leaned her forehead against his chest, fighting for control. Even
after all this time, this man could make her feel like a wanton, desperate
slut, craving flesh in flesh.

She slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and
pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his
massive shoulders. Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure
as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her
magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso as, at
last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open.

His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her
eyes. Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on
his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head,
rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers. His lips met hers and she
stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid
past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands
were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender
frame, cupping her breasts. He slid the *pallu* of her *sari* off her
shoulder, unravelling it expertly. It rustled to her feet and he tugged at
the draw-cord of her petticoat, letting that, too, drop. She was naked
beneath that, her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation. One by one, he
flicked open the buttons of her blouse and she wriggled out of it, finally
naked in his arms, his for the asking, for the taking, to be had and
possessed and enjoyed at will. She murmured softly, her eyes closed, arms
taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her
earlobe. Her nipples stiffened against his chest and she moaned softly when
his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness. Her
aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers,
her body going hot.

She took his face in his hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with
lust. He had that effect on his women. Possessed of a rapier-like mind of
considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavour, he was also
devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled. Clean-shaven and
square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often
mistaken for a film star. He had wide-set, deep, gentle eyes of a dark brown
that could change from ice to fire in minutes. His merest look could do to
women what lesser men - and his women had yet to meet one not lesser - would
have spent a fortune and hours, if not months and years, to achieve. His
mouth was wide and sensual without being fleshy, the teeth very strong and
white and even. He had high cheekbones and slightly hollowed cheeks and a
cleft in his chin. His face was that of an outdoor man, used to long hours
in merciless sun, doing manual labour - rugged and tough, with every feature
honed, filled with strong sinew and deep reserves of strength and power and
speed.

His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense,
broad and deep and bulging with muscle. His back was a superb, deeply
sweeping, swooping ripple of musculature from shoulder and arm to spine and
beyond again. His neck was thick and bullish with strength. The chest was
immensely deep and heavy, the pectorals like two huge slabs of rock, the
cleft between them deep and ridged with veins and muscles, the taut, dark
nipples pulled wide and low on either side. From his triceps, a continuous
ridge of muscle flew down the immensity of his chest in a mighty W to its
counterpart opposite. His belly was flat, and like a washboard, the flesh
marked with the rectangles of muscle. The waist was narrow and small, the
hips high and arrogant, the buttocks taut and firm. His arms and legs were
long and thick and rounded and bulging with muscle, the feet and hands big
and powerful. His forearms were thick and ridged with veins, the calves and
thighs stronger than oak. There was no hair on his torso anywhere; even the
armpits were depilated. He took good care of his body, and used it well - in
combat, in play, in work.

Above all, there was his penis. It was a thing of beauty, a joy to behold, a
greater joy still for a woman to stroke and caress and lick and suck and
then be fucked by. Limp, it was bigger and thicker and longer than most
erections: it dangled a good ten inches in length, over an inch and a half
around, before a brace of big, low, loaded balls that stored, she knew, an
almost unending cornucopia of delicious jizz. When erect, it would swell to
an awe-inspiring eleven-and-a half inches or more in length, over two and a
half around.

It sprang from a mat of cropped black curly pubic hair. He regularly had one
of his lovers shave the shaft all the way down to the base. There were good
reasons for this. For one thing, there were some women with whom he
performed on stage or on film who could take his cock whole, when erect.
Then, the sight of his smooth, hairless penis glistening and throbbing,
plunging in and out of cunts, mouths, anuses added to the eroticism. But,
more important, he found it gave him greater satisfaction and allowed him to
gauge his lover's responses a fraction more accurately. It was this
attention to detail, to minutiae, that set him apart from the rest and made
him their leader. She loved it this way. She loved him, every bit of him,
every inch of his cock. True, Kishore's was a tad bigger - but, as he
himself readily admitted, Jayant was by far his superior in matters lectual.

Now Jayant smiled in pleasure as Hansa bent her head and began to suck on
his nipples gently, her sharp, warm, moist tongue and fierce teeth nibbling
and suckling and toying with his nipples, arousing them painfully.
Meanwhile, her elegant fingers coiled about the shaft of his cock and began
to caress it expertly and it swelled and thickened in her fist. She moved to
the other nipple, sucking hard, letting go, sucking hard again. He moaned
and murmured and caressed her face and the nape of her long neck, her
dangling breasts, finding them swollen and turgid.

Hansa slid lower, her lips at his belly, then lower still. Jayant gasped
when Hansa knelt before him, and, her breathing short, her fist curling
lovingly around his cock, her lips parting, her long tongue snaked out over
his cock-head and flickered across his glans.

Hansa felt a thrill of pleasure at his response. She began to jerk his cock
slowly, licking and kissing his cock, sucking on his balls, not yet giving
him the satisfaction of her warm mouth. He held her head in hands and tugged
her mouth to his rampant penis.

"*Chul* ... *chul* Hansa ... *choos* ... *jorthi choos*!" he gasped in
Gujarati. "Suck it hard!"

At last, she relented, her face distending, cheeks hollowing as she parted
her lips wide to engulf him deep in her mouth. He groaned, holding her head,
looking down to watch her, fascinated by the sight of his enormously swollen
penis, now dark and glistening, flecked with his pre-cum gunk emerging and
disappearing into her mouth. She licked his cock-head slowly, sucked
tenderly. The warmth, the moisture, the incessant sucking setting his loins
aflame.

Her cheeks were distended with the size of his monstrous cock in her mouth.
The bangles tinkled on her slim wrists. Her head jerked back and forth, the
strands of the *mangalsutra* tossing on her chest. Her *sari* was undone,
her blouse open, her breasts, small and firm bare, the long nipples hard as
rock. He groaned as she began to suck him off harder still, her head rocking
back and forth, drawing him deeper and deeper into her mouth, slurping
audibly on his cock. He grunted, fucking her face slowly, with exquisite
pleasure, moving her head with his hands to suit his pleasure, moving it
back and forth, back and forth.

Her fingers were now sticky and shining with his jizz. His balls ached for
release. He felt his jizz surge powerfully in his loins. Her mouth was pure
magic, warm and moist, sucking with an insistent pressure. Her delicate
tongue toyed and played with his cock-head and shaft so adroitly that he was
tempted to cave in and let her drink his juice. He succumbed to the
temptation. He fucked her mouth rapidly, pumping his hips at her face,
jerking her head back and forth with one hand. She sucked him effortlessly
and hard, knowing what he intended and desiring it, too. He came suddenly,
spurting hot jizz into her mouth. She groaned in her throat and swallowed
his gunk, opening her lips wide and closing her eyes, shaking his cock to
spatter her face and breasts. She licked her lips lasciviously and caught
the dribbling gunk on her cheeks and licked her fingers sensuously.

He grinned. His cock was still rock-hard and she knew he could fuck her
several times before he was sated. She sucked his cock again and he fucked
her face gently for a long time, till he was finally ready for her cunt. He
dropped to his knees beside her. They kissed again, and he tasted the
muskiness of his own jizz on her lips and tongue as she responded hungrily,
her arms curling lovingly about his massive shoulders. He stripped her
completely and caressed her slender body tenderly. She quivered at his
touch, her large breasts growing hot and tight as he fondled them, her
thick, long nipples quivering exquisitely. Kneeling before each other, they
kissed and caressed one another. She moaned, her mouth wide open, her eyes
fluttering as thick rivers of passion rippled through her body. He drew his
finger along her slit and she trembled, dying for something - anything - to
fill it. Her cunt-lips were sodden, the juices flowing and oozing warm and
musky.

He moved back with his legs folded beneath him, on his knees, and made her
turn around, her back to him. She understood at once the position he desired
to take and she turned about on her knees, her thighs spreading wide. She
backed herself onto his lap, one hand on the floor before her, the other
between their legs, holding his rigid, throbbing cock delicately by the
cock-head, guiding it to her hole. She paused, trembling, with his burning
cock-head at the portals of her wet cunt. Tensing, her head arching, she
squeezed his cock-head into her slit. It was huge, distending her cunt-lips
painfully wide open, hot and throbbing, pulsating and vibrating inside her.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned in a low, lust-laden tone.

"Mm c'mon ... *chul* ... Hansa *chul* ..." he murmured softly, her cunt like
a furnace, hot and wet, clamping, sucking, spasming almost uncontrollably on
his penis.

She released his cock, and leaned forward on both hands now. They paused for
a long moment, savouring the exquisite delicacy of the sensations in their
loins. Her head was arched, her back and lovely spine arched deeply inward,
her buttocks flexed and taut as her cunt spasmed and clamped and sucked hard
on his cock. He caressed her gently, his hands sliding up and down her
flanks and back and torso, making her shudder in delight. He reached around
her and caught her rigid, throbbing nipples, twirling them in his fingers.
His lips pressed hot at the nape of her neck, and her face turned now to one
side, her lips questing for his. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth, fencing it with her own. Their lips parted reluctantly,
plucking at each other's, and again his hands ventured over her slender
body, exploring all of it, now at her cunt-lips, fingering her clitoris, now
between her buttocks, lobing them open and teasing her puckered anus. She
moaned thickly, overcome with lust. Her hips began to writhe, undulating and
rolling in heavy, slow circles, churning her cunt-flesh with his massive
pestle. He gasped and leaned back on his buttocks, his hands prising her
buttocks apart, his eyes rivetted by the sight of her expanding cunt-lips
gyrating and slowly descending on the monstrous enormity of his penis. Her
breath came in short, rasping gasps as her cunt sank and sank and sank,
slowly descending the length of his cock, his penis dark and hard and thick
and long disappearing inch by glorious inch into her hot cunt. He pressed
his thumbs between her buttocks and she groaned as she felt the insistent
pressure at her puckered anus.

Again she paused, and now only a good third of his cock still protruded from
her impaled cunt. Her shoulders hunched, her head sagged and she gasped, her
body heaving and shaking with tension, her belly and loins on fire, her
breasts hurting. His cock was so big, so incredibly huge that she thought it
would rip in her two from head to cunt, it must surely pierce her and erupt
from her throat  - and there was still more, and she wanted it all, every
little bit; both knew that she could take it; that she would.

Gasping, she began to move before him, rocking back and forth, back and
forth on her hands and knees. Her buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, her
spine dipped and arched, her long *mangalsutra* tossed and swung. His cock
emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her slim buttocks, her cunt
rising up its length, then slithering down again. His hands on her hips, he
guided her motions, keeping her rhythm steady. With each downward thrust,
her cunt slid down deeper and deeper on his cock. He himself did not move, l
etting her do the work, knowing well what utter satisfaction she derived
from it.

Her buttocks flexed and unflexed rapidly in a squeezing motion, her cunt
contracting powerfully on his penis. He grunted. Her belly drew in with the
strain and now she was moving rapidly, jerking faster and faster up and
down, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, faster and faster and
faster.

"OH ... OHh ... uhh OHhhh ... Uhhhh ... OHhh ... uhh OHma uhhh Ohma uhh
OHhhhmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhhh ohhhh ... *saheb* ohhh uhhh Ohhh ... OH ...
Oh-OH- OHHH uhh OHHHHHHH!" she went.

She was gasping and panting, her head now arching, now sagging, now arching
again, her voice ragged already. He fondled her expertly, his own belly
sucked in, his hips utterly still, his head bent, watching her buttocks come
down deeper and deeper onto his cock. He pursed his lips, his nostrils
flared, heat and jizz surging in his loins, his cock hard and hot and
throbbing, the thick veins standing out angrily along its length rasping
against her inflamed clitoris.

She reached down again with one hand, her long finger coiling around the
bulge of his shaft and the lower rim of his cock-head as her cunt glided up
and down on his penis. She held it with elegance even then, at first with
her fingers and thumb curled beneath the cock-head, then with the forefinger
along the underside of the shaft, the other three fingers on the other side.
She fondled his cock, jerking and squeezing it with increasing fervour,
moving it round and round inside her hot cunt.

At last, she thrust down hard with a long, low cry and her cunt sank down
deep, swallowing his penis smoothly to the very hilt. Instantly, he held her
pinned, and the breath hissed from her fiercely clenched teeth. Again he
fondled her breasts and kissed her. Teetering on the brink of an orgasm,
Hansa reared up, her head flung back, her hands on her bent knees, her
shoulders stooped, hollows deepening above her collarbone, her body bucking
and jerking rapidly up and down, her gasps and moans rising and ululating.

Finally, he released her and she immediately resumed her rocking and jerking
motion, riding him hard and rapidly, her cunt rising and falling, sliding up
and down the gargantuan length of his penis, which glistened as it emerged
and disappeared between her buttocks.

"Mmmm ... *hanh* ... c'mon ... Hansa *chul*!" he muttered thickly behind
her.

She orgasmed hard, pinwheels exploding in her head and he gasped as he felt
the hard spasm of her fiery cunt on his penis as she came in one tidal wave
after the other. She tensed, arching her head, her body rigid with tension,
her buttocks flexed taut, squeezing painfully on his penis as the orgasm
thundered through her, leaving her panting and moaning and shuddering at the
end.

Jayant held her gently as the spasms shook her body. She was gasping and
moaning thickly, shaking still with the rigours and tremors. His cock was
still rock-hard and swollen, throbbing gently and patiently inside her -
something that continued to astonish her, no matter how often she slept with
him. She knew that he could fuck her repeatedly.

She gasped as he slid out of her slowly, his cock virtually extruded from
its position embedded deep in her cunt. For a moment, as she remained there
on all fours, letting him decide, he was tempted by the wink of her anus.
She especially enjoyed that and he knew that he could not disappoint her; he
would have to fuck her ass before he was through. He decided against it for
the moment, and gently, he turned her over onto her back on the floor.
Mistaking his desire, her legs parted at once, welcoming him into her flesh
again.

He smiled at her and slid over her, kissing her gently at first, then more
deeply. She responded with a deep fondness and growing urgency, her tongue
fencing against her, sucking on his lips, her hands busy between his legs.
He broke from her and began to slide his lips down her body. He paused at
her swollen breasts, and she gasped as his tongue swirled sexily over each
nipple in turn, flicking and rolling it this way and that. He scraped the
nipples against his teeth, rolled them in his fingers, pinched and then
kneaded the turgid, taut mounds. They felt hot and tight. He parted his lips
and her back bowed upward, hard, as he sucked sharply on one breast, her
breath hissing from her throat in a shuddering gasp. He nibbled the breast,
sucked on the nipple, plied it with his tongue, let go, resumed, let go, and
then moved on to the other and repeated it.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" She gasped thickly as he took her *mangalsutra* in his lips
and rolled the beads roughly over her hypersensitive, aching nipples. She
thought her breasts would burst, so hard and taut were they, so full of
lust.

Hansa felt her juices begin to ooze again, her body's lust heat flaming,
tongues of passion licking at her genitals and breast-tips. Her entire body
felt like one gigantic erogenous zone. His hands were everywhere, between
her legs, at her anus, on her breasts, at her lips, everywhere. Jayant moved
lower, his face nuzzling her smooth, flat belly and the soft fuzz between
her thighs. Her cunt smelled musky and erotic and the cunt hair was damp,
clinging to her skin.

Hansa tensed as he burrowed deeper, her thighs splitting wide and high, her
mons arching eagerly. She loved being tongue-fucked. Now he was bent deeply
between her thighs, his face thrust forward at her cunt. He clawed her
cunt-lips open and she gasped sharply as his hot breath and thick, rough
tongue pierced her cunt. Her hips jerked and heaved, spasming under his face
and her fingers dug into his hair, pinning him to her writhing loins. Her
hips ground round and round under his face and he tongue fucked her cunt
now, slowly and steadily, sucking and nibbling on her inflamed clitoris and
lapping at her oozing juices.

"OHHh ... *saheb-saheb-saheb* ... OHhhh ... uhhhh .... OHHh ... uhhh ...
OHhhh ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... AHHHHH!!" she went.

Her head was arched to one side, her mouth open, her neck craned back and
she was moaning and gasping, moving his head between her legs, fondling her
breasts, hissing and gasping thickly. Fires roiled in her cunt and breasts,
and she felt herself soaring again. He sensed it, heard her cries rise in
urgency and, master that he was, stopped just in time. She moaned softly in
frustration. He bent over her and kissed her again, letting her taste her
own juice off his lips and tongue. It was incredibly erotic.

Now he rose to his feet again, making her kneel before him again and suck
his cock for a second time. Her hunger was apparent now as she took him in
deeply, sucking and licking his cock, jerking it, sucking his balls, moaning
deeply. Her hand went between her legs and she started to masturbate while
he fucked her mouth, holding her head in his hands and rocking it slowly
between his gently pumping hips, his cock huge and dark and shining.

His balls surged afresh and he tugged at her again and drew her to her feet.
He turned her around again and pressed her forward and she understood at
once. This was a position both enjoyed. Standing at the foot of the low,
hard bed, Hansa bent forward and put her palms flat on the counterpane,
spreading her legs apart and offering herself to Jayant for his pleasure.
Her large, swollen, taut breasts swung pendulous. The long *mangalsutra*
around her neck dangled low, rising high on the back of her long neck,
hitting her chin. Her cunt was moist and ready, waiting for him. She raised
one hand and thrust it between her legs, clawing her cunt-lips open to
receive his gigantic cock.

Jayant grinned in pleasure at the sight of her smooth, naked back curving
away from him, the superb sweep of it, with its gentle dip in the spine,
exciting him. He shuffled behind her, between her legs, his rigid,
throbbing, pulsating, fiery cock in his fingers and rummaged between her
buttocks. For a second, he considered taking her ass, for she enjoyed that
immensely. He would do so later; for now he wanted nothing more than to
immerse himself in her cunt. Jayant smiled. Her cunt hair was neatly
trimmed, welcoming. He shuffled between her thighs, his cock in his hand and
slowly squeezed it between the twin orbs of her creamy, outward lobing
buttocks. She gasped audibly as he slid his cock-head further down to her
cunt- lips. Her mind and body exulted in joy.

Slowly, Jayant squeezed his cock-head, just the cock- head into her crack.
Hansa moaned thickly, her head rising as she felt the hard, throbbing heat
of his cock. Her cunt sucked on it eagerly, wanting more.

He held her by the hips and, flexing his buttocks taut, slid his hips gently
forward, skewering her cunt deeply, impaling her on his penis. His cock slid
into her easily and smoothly and he gasped, flinging his handsome head back
as her cunt spasmed feverishly. Deeper and deeper it went, hot and hard and
thick, huge, burning, searing inside her. Again, she felt it would rip her
asunder, tear her in two and come out of her throat, so big was it, so huge,
so hot, so wonderful. It went deeper and deeper, touching the rim of her
belly, till at last it was fully encased in her sopping wet, hot sheath, his
thighs firm against her buttocks. Hansa gasped, her eyes squeezing shut,
biting her lower lip as she felt the searing, electric heat of his cock-head
pass between her sopping cunt-lips, rasping against her clitoris. Jayant
gasped at her heat, the taut, hungry clamp of her cunt. He eased in deeper
still. Hansa's lips tore open in a low, shuddering moan. Jayant went in
further, inching his way deep into her belly. His hands slid up under her
and cupped her naked breasts, fondling them gently. Her shoulders were
hollowed. There was still a bit of it that he wanted to stick into her. He
gripped her shoulders and rammed her down hard against his hips, burying
himself fully into now, his balls between her thighs. Hansa cried out
sharply, biting her lower lip in tension.

"Oh ma unhhhhh AHHHHHHH oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHH OH-OH-OH-OH-unhh-OHHHH!"
she cried.

Hansa moaned and rocked on her feet and hands, her butt writhing and swaying
at his hips. Jayant put his hands on her buttocks, prising them apart,
watching her cunt writhe and wriggle, her hips swaying slowly, rocking back
and forth, up and down the length of his monstrous cock. Her heat grew and
she began to move faster still, moaning and gasping and crying out, her
chains and bangles tinkling and her breasts jiggling. He gripped them in his
hands, gritted his teeth, and began to fuck her at last with a loud gasp,
his head flung back, his hips thrusting forward uncontrollably, wanting to
dip his flaming cock in her juicy, wet cunt. He began to move faster,
sliding out, thrusting in, sliding out, thrusting in, out, in, slowly at
first, then faster and faster, driving the breath from her in a series of
loud, shuddering cries and moans and grunts, *OHHh*'s and *UHHHHH*'s
shooting out of her throat as his cock rammed into her belly from all
angles, finding spots no man had before, her body rippling with a lust she
had never known, till suddenly, the stars exploded in her head and she
gasped, her pulse hammering in her head as she orgasmed wildly, her body
shaking and trembling, tensing and arching, still rocking back and forth as
he continued to plough into her hot furrow.

"OHHHhhhh uhhh OHh ma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh ahhhhh!" she cried, delirious with
joy.

He paused for a long moment, regaining control, and she knew then that it
was to be a long bout. She took several deep breaths, her hips gently
gyrating and swinging in slow, heavy circles, her cunt mashing itself on his
pestle.

He straightened and held her hips again.

"*Chul rundi* ... *haveh chul*!" he grunted. "C'mon whore ... now come on!"

He began to rock her on her hands and feet, back and forth, back and forth,
holding her hips to move her, his own hips pumping with a steady, unhurried
rhythm. She took over and began to move of her own accord, her *mangalsutra*
swinging in wider arcs, tossing and flapping as she lurched and swung back
and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Occasionally,
they swung their hips in circles, gasping as he took her deeper still, from
all angles. His cock glistened and shone, thick-veined and hard and dark and
hot, emerging and disappearing between the smooth lobes of her buttocks,
pranging her deep, sliding out, then pranging her again. He moved
masterfully, fucking her like a god, in absolute control. Hansa moaned
loudly, her body blazing with lust. Her head was arched, her luscious lips
drawn back in a rictus of passion, exposing her perfect teeth. Her face was
an effulgence of pleasure. Her lovely eyes were half-closed, her slender
nose was flared and the breath rattled in her throat, making her voice husky
and erotic. Veins and tendons stood out in her throat, her shoulders were
tense and hollowed as she rocked and swung, moaning and keening. His cock
was like a hot blade in her womb, piercing and skewering her without
respite, relentless. His cock throbbed and pulsed like an electric prod in
her belly; she could feel the hot blood and steaming jizz sizzle in the
veins that stood out angrily down its length, clamouring for release,
rasping delightfully against her inflamed, engorged clitoris, distending her
dripping cunt-lips wide, reaming deep into her very being.

"OHHHHHHHHH *sahebhanh* UHHHHHH *hanh* uhhhh ohhhma uhh ahhhh uhhh ahhhh
uhhh*hanh*uhhhh*Hanh*!!" she cried.

Jayant flung his head back, his fingers digging into her hips, his belly now
sucked in with strain, his hips sliding back and forth, back and forth,
crashing against her buttocks as he took her harder and deeper and faster.
He clenched his teeth, his breath hissing softly, thickly, his superb,
massive body cording with tension, the muscles rippling.

"Uhhh ohhhh uhhh uhhh ahhhhhhh uhhhhhh *hanh* uhhh *chul* ... *chul rundi
chul* ... c'mon whore c'mon! H*anh* uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh OHHHH uhh OHHHHH!" he
grunted thickly, obscenely.

He began to alternate his rhythm without warning. After several minutes of
long, steady stroking he suddenly began to ram-fuck her with deep, hard,
rapid thrusts, pounding his hips savagely at her cunt, building up steam,
feeling his jizz swell his cock even more as her cunt spasmed uncontrollably
on it, hot and tight as a vice, sucking taut and sharp. Just before he lost
control, teetering on the verge of an orgasm, he slowed again.

Hansa bit her lower lip, beside herself. Her breasts and nipples ached for
his touch, her cunt was a furnace. He caressed her breasts and she moaned,
writhing beneath him. Again he struck a rapid, jack-hammer rhythm, reaming
and ramming his cock deep into her. Again he slowed. Hansa whimpered, her
slender legs trembling with the strain. Gently, Jayant let her sink to the
floor, onto her knees, going down with her so that she was kneeling now,
leaning over the edge of the bed, with him on his knees behind her. She
moaned softly, her face arching, her forearms along the bed, long fingers
scrunching the counterpane as he resumed his lovemaking. Holding her slim
hips, he began to rock back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, his
hands everywhere, under her breasts, cupping and squeezing them hard, under
her belly, thumbing her clitoris, caressing her. His hips rocked slowly and
unhurriedly back and forth, back and forth, his nostrils flared, the eyes
glassy, grunting and panting heavily.

His enormous cock glistened as it stroked smoothly in and out, in and out,
in and out of her cunt, emerging and disappearing into the hair rimmed folds
of her cunt-lips. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that spasmed and clamped on
his penis. His cock throbbed and burned inside her, huge, impossible, his
buttocks swinging now in circles, taking her from all angles, finding the
innermost recesses of her being. She began to whimper and moan as he
expertly stoked her fires anew. Her body began to move with his, rocking
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth beneath him. Her hips swung
in pleasure, of their own accord, her buttocks writhing and rolling under
his hips, flexing and unflexing as he ran his cock into her. Then she rocked
back and forth, up and down, her buttocks parting and closing as they swung
up and down, her body gently arching and bowing alternately beneath him, her
cunt sliding down, off his cock, then slithering back up to impale itself on
his throbbing member again. Her cunt contracted on his penis and Jayant
moaned softly in deep pleasure.

His rhythm quickened. Hers matched his pace, her buttocks now not swinging
or swaying but bucking and jerking rapidly up and down, up and down, up and
down, pumping and pounding at his jouncing loins. Now he was pistoning
rapidly in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt, biting
his lower lip in tension, his handsome head flung back, hands on her
hollowed shoulders, jerking her hard down onto his penis as he slammed into
her. She began to moan and cry out loudly as his cock plundered her flesh,
thundering in and out like a battering ram, going faster and faster and
faster still till he was pounding and reaming and ram-fucking her cunt, his
balls thumping against her slender buttocks.

Jayant took pity on her and eased her forward onto the bed, onto her hands
and knees. Her strong, shapely feet, steeply arched were pointed toe-down on
the bed, the delicate silver anklets swinging. He knelt behind her, his cock
inside her and rock-hard still. She was panting and moaning, almost sobbing
with passion, desperate for the release he would not give her. Her long,
thick silken tresses swung loose over one shoulder. He buried himself into
her cunt and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, tongued her ear,
cupped and squeezed her hot, succulent breasts.

"Oh *saheb-saheb-saheb* ..." she whimpered, her hips writhing
uncontrollably, her body swaying and shaking, hot and feverish to his magic
touch.  "Fuck me ... fuck me like a whore ... please ... I beg you ..."

"I want you ... again and again ... I want your ass, too ..." he murmured.

She moaned and began to move again, moaning thickly, beyond herself with
lust and desire, her mind whirling insensate. Back and forth she rocked,
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and
forth, her cunt sliding up and down, up and down, up and down the length of
his shining penis. Her buttocks flexed and unflexed, lobed outwards, his
cock glistening as her buttocks and hips rocked up its gargantuan length
then scrunched back down with a rasping sound.

He held still. There was still time. He stretched his hands down and again
caressed her turgid breasts gently, making her shudder and moan even more
loudly. He bent and kissed the nape of her long neck, trickled his tongue
down the sweet dip of her spine. Her slender body was hot, burning.

"OHHHHhh saheb ...*hanh* ... uhhhh *hanh*!" she went.

To her relief, he relented at last and began to move again, fucking her
steadily and unhurriedly, stroking masterfully with his hips, swinging them
round and round, back and forth, round and round, back and forth, back and
forth, back and forth, his cock going in and out, in and out, in and out, in
and out. Holding her hips and moving her with him to suit his rhythm, his
pleasure, literally masturbating himself on her cunt, he gradually picked up
tempo as he let himself go, arching his head. Now his hips were pumping
furiously, with a kind of demonic energy and strength, pistoning and
pummelling her buttocks, plunging his skewer deep into her, slamming into
her cunt, ram-fucking her, going faster and faster, harder and deeper,
grunting and gasping.

She moaned louder still and began to orgasm at last, shivering with tension,
moaning and biting her lip, crying out loudly as the sharp orgasm hit her
again and again. He kept up his rhythm, adding to the intensity of her
orgasm, letting her feel the hard, rasping length of his cock invade her
again and again and again, relentless in its magnificent power.

He paused and rose, going into a deep squat astride her, his hands on the
small of her back, pushing her body down deeper so that her face was pressed
to the bed, on its side. Her mouth was open in a wide 'O' of lust, her eyes
closed. He paused, his cock half in, half out of her and then, with a loud,
shuddering gasp, he sank into her flesh again and she cried out, the breath
rushing from her throat in a rattling gasp, her neck arching, her body
jerking forward on the bed as the monstrous, wonderful instrument of joy
seared into her flesh. He began to move rapidly, pumping and pistoning, his
buttocks jouncing and bobbing swiftly up and down, up and down, his belly
sucked in with the strain, his mouth open, eyes hooded, head flung back,
holding her under him, his cock rising and falling, shining, glistening,
going in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, and again she felt
herself soar high, high, high, teeter on the verge and then spill over with
a loud, ululating, gasping moan and cry of wonder.

He waited patiently till the tension ebbed out of her and her cunt had
relaxed its stranglehold on his penis. All the while, he caressed her body
lovingly, fondling her breasts, her cunt-lips, her clitoris, her anus. There
was nowhere his fingers did not reach. Her body tingled and vibrated like a
stringed musical instrument in his fingers. Within minutes she was moaning
with renewed hunger.

"Ready?" he asked her at last, murmuring.

She gasped her assent. He slid out of her smoothly, his cock still rock-hard
and hot and turned her over onto her back. This was for him, and both knew
it. She succumbed to him willingly and without hesitation, spreading her
legs wide and lifting them high, coiling them around the middle of his
massive, powerful back. He bent over her and she took his cock in her hands,
guiding him to her cunt-lips and gasped and arched steeply under him as his
cock- head breached the walls of her cunt and speared inward. This time he
penetrated her quickly and smoothly, his cock sliding in deep like a hot
knife into butter. She moaned as he went in and arched under him. His head
snapped back in delight and she gasped, arching, her head upturned, back
bowed, her long neck craned as his cock went in deeper and deeper and deeper
till she thought it would surely rip her asunder, pierce her belly, come out
of her throat. She wanted him, she could not deny him. Her slender, curved,
fair-skinned body shone with sweat.

Their fucking cleaved through all social barriers and she was now just a
female of the species in deep heat, he a male in rut just as though she were
some whore for his pleasure. She gripped his buttocks and hips tightly, her
legs rising, winding taut about his slim hips and waist. Her hands caressed
his deep, hard, solid chest, his thickly muscled, outstretched arms and
coiled about his thick neck. He bent his head and thrust his tongue into her
mouth, feeling her own respond in kind. He squeezed her heavy breasts, the
nipples nut-hard and stiff, then sucked on them. Hansa moaned.

He knew that she would respond superbly, that she would come again, the next
orgasm even better than the first. He bent over her, his arms outstretched,
his palms on the bed, his biceps and triceps bulging powerfully. She dug her
fingers into them in tension, biting her lower lip, arching her face, her
hips and began to move under him, her hips heaving and jerking and writhing
heavily. He levered her thighs apart with his knees and then, for the last
time that evening, began to fuck his maidservant again, taking her for
himself now, finally intent on his own satisfaction.

He built himself up slowly, without pause, his mind focussing utterly on the
exquisite sensations that coursed through his powerful loins, his balls
aching for release. His hips rose and fell, up and down, his cock going in
and out, shining and hard and hot. He fucked her with long, slow, caressing,
wonderful strokes at first, his cock sliding in and out, in and out, in and
out, slow and measured in tempo. Then he began to build up speed, moving
ever faster and faster and faster still, his hands raking her slim legs
wider apart and high, his buttocks rising and falling rapidly, bobbing and
bucking over her heaving hips, her body jerking back and forth, back and
forth, back and forth on the bed, her head snapping from side to side in a
frenzy of delight as his cock seared inside her. He started to swing his
hips in savage circles with every downstroke, taking her from all angles,
piercing and probing and exploring every nook and cranny of her dripping
cunt. His cock seared and rasped and squelched into her, twisting this way
and that. Now they were both gasping and crying out in unison.

"OHHh ... Hansa! Oh .... uhhh .... OHHH .... *hanh* .... uhh *chul* ...
*rundi* ... *chul* .... OHhhhh .... uhhhh come on, whore! Take it!" he
gasped, his handsome head flung back, his dark, powerful body streaming with
sex-sweat now.

"UHH ... OHHhhh ... uhhhh ... AHHHHH...uhhh...AHHHHH...uhhh UHHHHHH
ahhhhhAHHH uh OH-ma-uh-oh-ma-uh-oh-ma-uh-OHHHHH!" she went, responding to
him measure for measure.

 He picked up speed smoothly till he was ram-fucking her again with hard
thrusting, reaming strokes, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, bobbing and
pistoning furiously. He let himself go, arching his head back and grunting
and gasping. Her body jerked and lurched and arched with every thrust, her
breasts jiggling, the *mangalsutra* looped over one hot, swollen breast, her
hips bucking furiously up as his came crashing down, her legs tautening
about his hips as she drew him in deeper still. She clenched his buttocks,
prised them apart, and slid her finger into his anus. He gasped, his mouth
jerking open and she moaned as he ground down powerfully into her, skewering
her deeply.

"OHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uhhh *hanh* UHHHh *hanh* uhhh *hanhhanhhanh*!" he
cried as she began to orgasm, moaning and shuddering, jerking and spasming
under him.

Once, twice, three, four, five ... a dozen times he thundered into her,
reaming deep into her with a savage, cruel twist and roll of his hips that
made her arch and cry out, rolling down deep into her, pausing, then
ram-screw-spiralling down again and again. He went faster and faster and
faster, and Hansa moaned and began to orgasm again, gasping and mewing and
crying out. This time, seconds after she exploded, she heard him growl
deeply and felt him thrust into her again and again and again, harder and
deeper and faster, pausing and quivering and stiffening at the end of each
thrust, till at last he could hold back no more and relented. Bending his
head, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he exploded. She felt him quiver
and tense, embedded deep inside her and then came the awesome flood of his
jizz, a copious, never ending deluge of white hot spunk that burned like
angry tongues of fire into her sopping slit and oozed thick and warm over
her thighs.

Trembling and shaking, her slender legs unwound from around his hips. Jayant
kissed her lingeringly, exploring her mouth with his tongue. His cock was
still hard. She groaned softly as he bent his head to her breasts. He was
utterly relentless. He would fuck her for as long as she wanted. He moved
his hips slightly, and she murmured as his cock stroked gently in her cunt.

"Again," she murmured, tonguing his ear lasciviously. "Fuck me again."

He rolled over with his cock still inside her and swung her astride his
body. She straddled his hips and adjusted herself till she was in a deep
squat over his lap. Her feet were on the bed on either side of his hips, her
legs steeply bent. Her hips sank and sank and sank and he groaned as her
cunt swallowed his cock. She gasped, biting her lower lip, her shoulders
hunched, her head arching back. He slid his hands up over her breasts.
Gently, steadily, she began to move, rocking up and down on his cock. Her
cunt slid up and down the length of his shaft. He groaned, pumping his hips
rhythmically under her. She gasped softly as he fingered her anus and her
clitoris alternately. Her hips began to gyrate. He kept up his steady rhythm
and now he held her buttocks and moved her on his cock, forcing her down
deeper and deeper. She cried out deliriously, in unbridled joy. She
whimpered and bent forward, her hair framing her lovely face in a fine
sweep, cascading down her front, caressing his chest, smiling gently. Her
face and body were dotted with beads of sweat. She slowed her motions and
shuffled her legs backward to kneel astride his lap, deeply impaled on his
cock. Her hair tumbled onto his torso. He caressed her lovely face and she
murmured softly, kissing his fingertips. He caressed her large, swollen
breasts, kneading them gently so that she shivered in excitement.

Jayant took his time over it, never hurrying, gently coaxing her to a long,
slow, intense orgasm. Hansa groaned and gasped as it hit her. This time, he
pulled her down deep onto his cock and with a shuddering cry, exploded yet
again, spattering his jizz deep into her cunt. Whimpering her pleasure, she
leaned over him and kissed him deeply and gently, her heavy breasts hot on
his chest, her body tacky against his.

"Now," she whispered, licking his nipple. "Now fuck my ass."

Jayant eased her off his lap and she slithered down his body, kissing and
licking it hungrily and sucked his cock again. He craned his head to watch
her. She held his upright penis and licked its shaft slowly, her mouth wide,
her fingers sticky with his jizz, her eyes smiling lasciviously at him. He
watched as she rose to squeeze her breasts over it.

"God, I love your cock," she muttered, squeezing his penis into her tight
tit-sheath, and he felt her rigid nipples ripple up and down his shaft.

Slowly, the lovely creature drew his penis into her mouth again and Jayant
groaned and arched his head in pleasure, spreading his legs so that she
could lick and tease his tight little anus, suck his balls. Her tongue and
lips were fiery, erotic, relentless, and the heat surged in renewed hunger
in his loins. Jerking his cock adroitly, she sucked his cock rapidly, her
head bucking up and down over his groin. When he was ready, he pushed her
head away.

Smiling happily, her chest heaving with excitement, Hansa slid up his body
to kiss him, feeding her breasts into his mouth. He squeezed them together
and sucked on them sharply, making her groan. Then she rolled off him and
turned on her front in a *namaz* pose, with her shoulders on the bed, her
knees bent, her buttocks and thighs forming a great obtuse V, and lifted her
buttocks high for his pleasure. Kneeling behind her, Jayant smiled and
caressed her fair, naked body gently, his hands roaming over her buttocks
and in her crotch and up to her breasts. Hansa shivered and spread her
thighs open. Jayant reached for a jar of lotion by the bed and, tipping some
into his palm, anointed his cock lavishly. It glistened, thick and hard and
smooth. He smeared some lotion on her anus. Hansa trembled, tensed, her face
turned to one side.

"Do it," she muttered. "Come on, *saheb*, fuck my ass ... do it!"

Jayant rose in a deep squat astride her hips and, pulling her buttocks open,
pressed his enormous cock-head to her anus. Hansa tensed as she felt its
heat, the insistent pressure. He cupped her breasts and she relaxed and
yielded and his cock-head burst into her rear channel. The breath ripped
from her throat in a rattling cry, and her face contorted in a rictus of
lust, her teeth bared, her lips drawn back. Jayant's head snapped back and
he gasped in joy as her hot, tight asshole convulsed frenetically on his
cock.

"Oh fuck yes!" he cried.

He paused, waiting patiently till she had regained some control, adjusted to
his size. Her breathing steadied somewhat, though still ragged, and then,
gently, he eased himself into her anus. Hansa whimpered, a cry of pure
pleasure now, as the enormous penis drilled into her asshole, skewering her
anal flesh.

Jayant sodomised the maid slowly and unhurriedly and gently, pushing and
squeezing his cock deeper and deeper into her, till he was fully buried in
her convulsing asshole. The breath rattled from her throat in choking,
heaving gasps. Her anus and cunt burned with lust. Jayant paused, enjoying
the frantic squeezing of her rear channel on his monstrous penis. Hansa
whimpered deliriously.

"Is it too much? Shall I stop?" His words were gentle and he caressed her
back and breasts tenderly.

It was the last thing she wanted. "For heaven's sake, don't," she gasped.
"Whatever you do, don't stop!"

Jayant smiled happily and waited patiently. Hansa's breathing steadied
gradually.

"Tell me when you're ready," he murmured. "I can wait."

She nodded in gratitude, moaning and whimpering. Then, as the lustfires
drowned the initial discomfort, her buttocks began to grind and sway under
his. He was a master of the art of amation and instantly, he began to move,
gently sliding his penis out of her ass. Hansa gasped at the sudden release
in pressure. Further and further he retreated, and her buttocks rose with
his groin, as if unwilling to part company. When just his cock-head was
still within her anus and she was gasping and moaning, he slid his hips
smoothly forward again. The clean-shaven, lotion-anointed penis slid easily
into her anus again. Hansa gasped and lurched forward under his thrust. He
bent and squeezed her breasts, crushing them in his hard palms.

"Oh god yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass! Fuck me, *saheb* ... do it!" she
moaned.

Jayant butt-fucked the maid slowly and lovingly, stroking his cock gently in
and out of her ass. She gasped and cried out, moaning and whimpering,
rocking and jerking under him, begging for him never to stop. He went on and
on, fucking her ass for a good fifteen minutes, in which time she passed
through half a dozen violent orgasms as he fondled her clitoris with two
fingers, squeezed her breasts, and rocked deep into her anus. Her body
rocked and jerked and swung under his. Her face was contorted in a rictus of
lust. Her pendulous breasts swung and her *mangalsutra* slid up and down her
neck. She bent more steeply, lifting her buttocks higher, spreading her legs
wider and he straddled her hips and bent over her like a hairpin,
understanding her need. His hips began swinging faster and faster and her
face twisted and contorted, her eyes shut, her mouth torn open, moans and
gasps and loud cries ripping from her throat as his penis pistoned and
plunged in and out her anus, plundering her flesh.

"OHHHHH YES YES YES Ohhh god yes ... Fuck me! Fuck my ass, *saheb*, do it!"
Hansa gasped.

Jayant pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, tongued her ear. She
twisted her face to his and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, gripping
her breasts and squeezing hard. She writhed under him, her buttocks
squirming against his loins as his cock went in and out of her cunt. Faster
and faster he moved, his thighs and balls slapping at her buttocks, his cock
glistening as it went in and out of her ass, emerging and disappearing
between the curves of her buttocks, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his
hips bucking and bobbing. In and out, in and out he went with a rasping
squelch.

"God, you're fantastic," he gasped, his tongue hot in her ear again. "I want
to fuck you forever."

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes!"

"C'mon ... take it ... take it whore ... take it!"

"Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Yes, *saheb*, yes! Fuck my ass, *saheb*, please!"

Her body was slippery with sweat, and smelled sweetly musky and erotic. He
moved faster, arching his head, his handsome body cording with strain, his
hands on her hips and the small of her back, moving her body back and forth
under his. He groaned, his eyes half-closed and rocked in and out of her
faster and faster. Thrusting a hand under her belly, he fingered her gorged
clitoris. Hansa exploded violently and her anus convulsed helplessly on his
pistoning penis. Her hips swayed and ground and writhed against his.

At last, he relented and, sliding smoothly into her, held fast, quivering in
pleasure, sighing in satisfaction as the heat erupted from his cock and
spewed into her ass. Still ejaculating, he slid smoothly out of her, making
her gasp at the sudden release of pressure. His cock spurted jizz over her
buttocks and thighs and back. He spattered her anus, sticky and lubricated,
with more jizz. Hansa bit her lower lip and groaned softly. His cock was
still erect and he squeezed it slowly back into her asshole. She gasped,
lurching and falling forward. Her body sank and he descended with her, his
cock impaling her anus. She groaned and writhed, pinned under him and he
fucked her ass again for a few minutes, slowly pushing his cock in and out
of her asshole, his groin slapping at her buttocks. Hansa gasped, her face
contorting, her face writhing as the enormous penis seared and burned in her
rear channel. Jayant thrust his hands under her body and crushed her
breasts. Bent over her, he nuzzled the nape of her smooth, long neck,
tongued her ear. Hansa whimpered and sucked greedily on his tongue when he
kissed her. Gently, he eased out of her anus. She moaned in delight under
him and he squeezed his cock into her cunt again. She was wet and hot and
ready and eager for him.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Fuck me again, *saheb* ... don't stop fucking me."

She stretched her legs and lay flat on her front on the bed. Jayant grunted
and rose on powerful outstretched arms, spreading his legs wide on either
side of her body. Lifting himself on his toes, he paused, his muscles taking
the strain of the position smoothly and easily. Then he took a deep breath
and with a deep sigh of pleasure, flexed his buttocks slowly and let his
hips sink. His cock ran into her cunt like a hot knife into butter. Hansa
gasped, her face twisting and contorting in joy and her buttocks jerked and
rose up to meet his cock in descent. He plunged into her cunt, going in
deeper and deeper, his head arching slowly and then, with his cock deep in
her cunt, he paused. Hansa groaned, her body arched, tensed, her buttocks
lifted high. Then he lifted up out of her and she gasped at the slow,
exquisite release in pressure; and then his hips sank again and his cock
pierced her flesh. Again and again, and in and out and soon he hit a rhythm
with deep, long, penetrating thrusts, plunging his cock in and out of her
cunt. Hansa gasped and cried out and moved with him like a thoroughbred.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma Ohhh unhhh!" she gasped.

Faster and faster he moved, his body rocking up and down, his groin and
thighs slamming and slapping at her quivering, bouncing buttocks.

"Ohhh fuck yes! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock, whore!" he cried.

Faster and faster he went, hammering greedily at her creamy flesh and she
writhed and thrashed under him as the fires grew and spread, moaning and
gasping as her orgasm loomed and approached, a fireball in her head. His
buttocks bounced furiously, his hips snapped and swung up and down and now
he was ramming and reaming madly into her, panting and gasping, reaming his
enormous cock into her cunt. Her orgasm broke and instantly, he jerked out
of her, making her gasp and cry out in shocked disbelief. He dropped to his
knees, jerked her hips up and, opening her buttocks, pushed his cock into
her anus in a long, smooth thrust. Hansa's mouth tore open and she shrieked
softly, her anus and cunt convulsing frantically as the huge penis ran into
the hot clonic tightness of her anus. Jayant stroked slowly in and out of
her anus till her orgasm passed and then he slid out of her and turned her
on her back. Pulling her legs wide apart, lifting them high, folding her
body in half, he bent over her and entered her again. Hansa moaned
deliriously and squeezed her breasts in frantic excitement.

"Ohhh god yes!" she cried, her body hot and trembling with lust. "Yes! Fuck
me! Fuck me, *saheb*! Fuck me hard! *Chodhomhane* ... *jormachodho*!"

Jayant fucked her for another hour or more, relentlessly driving her from
one orgasm to another, till she was soaked in sweat, whimpering and gasping,
totally drained. He came repeatedly, in her cunt, in her mouth, in her anus
again, over her breasts and belly. No matter what he did, she was unable to
resist. The joy was indescribable, beyond compare. But then, that was to be
expected of this man, her lover, her master, her god.

                                = o =

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