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		      Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>


			      OBSESSION 5 : TANGLED WEBS


Deepika, Vijay and Pallavi remained ignorant of the piquant twist of
fate that, at different times, brought them together. Pallavi knew
Vijay was married, but not that it was to Deepika. Vijay had no way of
knowing that Pallavi and Deepika had a common bond with Hedon &
Venery, of which he was totally oblivious; that, enjoying lesbian sex,
they shared an extraordinary intimacy, and had frequently fucked each
other in private, on film-sets, for pornographic magazines and live on
stage. Deepika knew nothing of Vijay's obsession with Pallavi. He
never mentioned her name.

Vijay hounded Pallavi. He spent hours on end sitting by her place at
the High Court Library. If she was busy, he sat in silence, openly
staring at her. Even if she was in Court, he sat idly and waited for
her to return, or followed her to the Court room, where he tried to
jostle closer to her. He insisted they lunch together and, when the
Courts recessed for the day, pestered her to have coffee with him,
though Pallavi itched to be on her own, back at Hedon & Venery or in
her Chambers fucking one of her peons.

Even when she managed to tear herself away and got home, he would be
on the phone, calling her from the office or on his mobile, wanting to
know every detail of her evening. Half the time Pallavi didn't know
what to say, since she'd spent a fair part of her evening naked in the
arms of a lover. If she travelled on work, he managed to arrange
matters so that he was in the same city and at the same hotel as her.
Pallavi felt hemmed in and suffocated. She was acutely aware of his
fascination with her body: he contrived to get closer to her than was
absolutely necessary, pressing his knee or thigh to hers when they had
tea in the Court canteen or in the library or the crowded coffee-house
and, once or twice, she felt him brush his arm against her breasts. It
was worst when he just sat and looked, for she could feel his eyes
lingering on her face, slipping into the V of the neck of her *kurta*,
sliding over her midriff if she was in a *sari*, lingering on her
breasts when she moved. Other people noticed it, too, and she began to
hear vicious whispers.

Pallavi decided to do something about it. There were two possible
solutions. She could rebuff him openly, even get angry, or she could
give him what he wanted. The first was completely against her nature.
He had been very kind to her and she couldn't bring herself to
humiliate him or shatter his ego. The second solution presented fewer
problems. She had no qualms about letting him fuck her - a multitude
of men did, anyway, one more or less made no difference - and, she
reasoned, once he had fucked her, he might ease off on the daily,
incessant, obvious pressure tactics. The only question was one of
location - where she should let it happen. Bombay was out of the
reckoning. There were too many people about and they'd never have the
time alone, her parents would see to that. She had no intention of
contributing more grist to the rumour mill. Somewhere else, then; it
would have to be on a working trip out of town.

As it happened, Vijay himself provided the opportunity. He sent her a
brief for a matter in the Supreme Court in Delhi. It was one she'd
worked on in Bombay and knew inside out. This was their appeal, filed
on her draft after they lost comprehensively in the High Court. As
luck would have it, she was to be led by Rajeev himself. The clients,
Vijay, she and Rajeev met in conference at Rajeev's office on a
Saturday afternoon just after lunch. For the first hour, they worked
on the matter and, not for the first time, Vijay was impressed with
Rajeev's legal acumen. He transformed the impossible not only to the
possible but to virtual certainty. The clients' earlier despondency
evaporated and they expressed their glee. Pallavi smiled hugely in
pride and relief.

"Brilliant," she crowed. "You're brilliant."

"Pallavi, please," Rajeev protested with a weak grin, visibly
embarrassed.

The clients rose to their feet and pumped his hand, thanking him
profusely.

"Don't thank me yet," he smiled. "We've still to get the order. I'm
only telling you what I think we should do. It's litigation, never
forget, and inherently risky and unpredictable. Anything may happen."

"That's of no consequence, sir," the Managing Director of the Company
that had filed the appeal said. "So far, we've been the ones to take a
beating when we've done nothing wrong. Nobody has understood our case
or argued it properly in Court."

"So it would seem," Rajeev murmured with genuine sadness. "This order
should never have been passed."

"That's right. Now we'll at least give them a run for their money. Win
or lose, I don't really care. I have the money, I can afford it. But
those scoundrels have been mulcting me for too damned long ..." He
looked at Pallavi and apologised. "Sorry, ma'am." She smiled and shook
her head. "Now I just want to show them a thing or two."

"Wrong approach," Rajeev said sharply.

"Excuse me?"

"Never, *never* litigate with vengeance in mind. The system's not
designed to work for that kind of purpose."

"No? What then?"

"Sir," he said softly, very serious, causing an instant hush. "You
must litigate to *win*. I don't fight battles in Court to take
revenge. I fight to *win*. And then, if you think you want to, I'll
have it settled. At this figure. Not a penny less would be my advice."

He scribbled a figure on a piece of paper and showed it to the client.
The client's jaw dropped open.

"That's ... that's *twice* what I want."

"I know."

"Why should they pay us that?"

"Because, sir, if they don't - Pallavi excuse me - when I've done
we'll have them by the short and curlies with their knickers in a
twist and they'll know it. They'll give me what I want, or they'll
lose *twice* this."

"My god," the client breathed in awe, a huge smile creasing his face.

Pallavi grinned and squeezed Vijay's arm. His heart skipped a beat as
he glanced at her. She was wearing a diaphanous grey *kurta* and
*churidar*. The *kurta* clung to her curves and he could see the light
outline of her brassiere, the way her breasts filled the cups and
squeezed tightly together, spilling out of the confines at the sides
so that the cups just covered her nipples and little else.

Rajeev caught the look and frowned to himself. Pallavi had mentioned
something about this guy, but he hadn't realised the seriousness of
the situation. The guy was besotted. He noticed Vijay's eyes sliding
down from her eyes, to her lips, down her neck to the open V of her
*kurta*, dipping towards the flash of flesh against which her gold
necklace twinkled, moving lower, roving over the swell of her breasts
to which her *kurta* clung like tissue. He snapped his attention back
to the clients. They thanked him again. He laughed cheerfully, setting
them at ease and saw them out of the door, asking Vijay and Pallavi to
stay.

"So. Looks okay?" Rajeev said returning to his chair.

"Great," Vijay said, edging closer to Pallavi and irritating Rajeev
intensely. "Really great. Client is happy, I am happy."

"Any other points?"

"No ... not really."

"Pallavi?"

"Well, there's this noise about limitation. But it's nonsense really,
Rajeev."

"I agree, forget that. Anything else?"

"No. I'll have a final list of dates and events ready for you and
notes on the authorities."

"Do that. When can I expect it? Tomorrow?"

Pallavi frowned. In bed, Rajeev was a tender, gentle, considerate
lover. At work, he was utterly ruthless, totally merciless,
unforgivingly demanding. Even now, knowing him so well, she often felt
nervous.

"One more day, Rajeev. Please? I beg you? Day after?"

"Tomorrow, five o'clock."

*Oh shit,* she thought. *There goes the evening schedule at the
brothel*. Still, she knew that Rajeev would never permit her to
compromise her court work. *They're both professional commitments*,
he'd once said, *but if you've got court work, the cunt-work gets
shelved and that's that. No argument about it. In the long run, it's
more important to be briefed than un-briefed, literally. Besides,
Hedon & Venery has a system to handle just this kind of thing. You can
make up a lost fuck another day, but once you lose out on a matter in
Court, you've lost it for good.* She'd never contested the point after
that.

"Yes, all right," she said gloomily. "I'll do it."

"Use one of my stenos or juniors, if you need to," he said.

She thanked him. His staff was exceptionally efficient and competent.
They had other skills, too, and both she and Rajeev knew that she
would be free to use them. Once, she'd asked for help and he'd sent
his steno, Nisha and junior, Vijay to her office. She was astonished
at their speed. They finished the work in half the time she'd planned
to spend on it, and it was perfectly done. Then they spent the rest of
the afternoon fucking and with her peon, Anant, joining in, they had a
wonderful time. Nisha, she recalled, was exceptionally good at licking
slit.

With Vijay present, she kept her face expressionless, and so did
Rajeev. Rajeev drew the meeting to a close. Vijay rose.

"Coming Pallavi?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. You carry on, Vijay. I've got to talk to
Rajeev about a couple of other things."

"What things?" Vijay wanted to know immediately.

Rajeev frowned. Pallavi sighed. "Something personal," she said gently
to Vijay. "A family matter."

"Oh. That's all right then. I'll be off. I'll see you at the airport."

"Yes, that's fine," Rajeev said, rising to see him out.

"Do you need a car, Rajeev, to reach you to the airport?"

Rajeev stifled a grin at Vijay's stilted idiom. "Thank you, no. I have
a car and a driver."

"I'll pick you up then, Pallavi," Vijay said.

"I'll come with Rajeev. I'll see you at the airport."

Vijay looked crushed. "Oh, all right."

"By the way," Rajeev stopped him. "Where are we booked?"

"Pallavi told me you usually stay at the Apistia. I've booked a suite
for you there. And they will send their pick-up car to the airport, of
course."

"Of course," Rajeev murmured, not mentioning that he owned the hotel
and Pallavi knew it and that he had a personal suite that occupied an
entire floor kept for him round the year and that the seven floors
immediately below his suite comprised the Delhi branch of the Hedon &
Venery bordello.

Rajeev saw Vijay out to the elevator and, returning to his cabin, shut
the door behind him. Pallavi got up as he came in and her face creased
in a wide smile. He took her in his arms and they kissed gently and
deeply.

"It's been too long," he murmured, his lips fluttering over her lovely
eyes.

"Far too long."

"We've both been busy."

"I've missed you."

"So have I."

"Liar," she said affectionately, biting his lip, making him wince and
cry out sharply. "You haven't the time to miss me or anyone else.
You're too busy fucking women."

"And you? You've been continent, I suppose?"

"Of course not. I couldn't if I tried."

"Have you tried?"

"No."

"Neither have I. So we're even then. Now. Coffee, tea or me?"

"What a question. You, of course."

"Well I want some tea. Shall we go upstairs?"

"Mm. Let's. I'd like that."

"Open Sesame!"

He opened a secret door in a panel in one wall and they climbed a
short spiral staircase to the floor above. Rajeev owned the top six
floors of the office building. The last two of the six housed his law
offices, with conference rooms, cabins, libraries and staff areas. His
office was on the higher of the two floors. Directly above, the
remaining four floors were a cleverly disguised brothel for the use of
his office staff and privileged visitors. Access was restricted.
Officially, these were the offices of an international trading
company, a cover that had worked well over the years.

Two floors of the bordello had fully furnished bedrooms set in a long
strip down the centre, with viewing galleries on either side and the
walls of the rooms that faced the corridors were entirely of glass
from floor to ceiling. No one was allowed to copulate in these rooms
except in full view of anyone who desired to watch. The third of the
floors had an auditorium for screening Hedon & Venery films and
live-shows, administrative offices, rest-rooms, a cafeteria, a library
of Hedon & Venery materials and a service station that provided
aphrodisiacs, liquor and sexual aids. The top floor was his private
sanctum, where no one but the most privileged were permitted
admission.

There were few rules in the bordello, which offered round-the-clock
services free of charge. Regular clothing was prohibited; anyone using
the brothel had to wear approved gear, all of it specially designed to
titillate and arouse. Unless unwell, no one was entitled to refuse a
request for his or her sexual services. It was open to every member of
his staff, without exception: juniors, associates, peons, chauffeurs,
delivery boys and sweepers, everyone was treated as an equal. All
class barriers were cast aside here: peons slept with rich society
women. Cleaning ladies called for the services of high level
executives and associates. A roster was maintained and it was strictly
on a first come first serviced basis. Two of the peons were deputed to
make sure that there were no squabbles about occupancy. Time was
limited during peak hours to forty five minutes. Rajeev hated this,
but space constrained time.  The only other prohibition was violence -
no sadism or masochism of any kind was allowed.

The brothel was run by Madhavi, a dusky, slender, luscious beauty
Rajeev had rescued a long time ago from the private hell of a terrible
marriage. He brought her out and slowly brought her to life again. She
was an incredible fuck in bed and, as an administrator, she was
without equal. She had her office on the auditorium floor and she
ruled her fiefdom with a quiet, gentle firmness that brooked no
transgression.

Climbing up the staircase, they arrived at the first of the two
bordello floors through a door in the corner of the far corridor that
ran along the outer flank of the building. The outer wall of the
corridor was entirely sealed from view from the surrounding buildings,
ensuring total privacy.

"Shall we go up to my place or would you like to browse?"

Pallavi loved this place. The sex on display here was always
wonderful.

"Let's browse for a bit. You're not in a hurry, are you?"

"Not in the least. I have the rest of the evening free."

"Good," she smiled.

The rooms were superbly furbished in exquisite taste, each one
different. Pallavi knew that Rajeev and Sunnu, the suzerains of sex,
sincerely believed that the esthetic should inform all fields of
endeavour. With Rajeev's unlimited expense account at her disposal,
Sunnu deployed her considerable talents in furnishing the rooms. The
results well justified the money and the effort.

At the moment, only three of the rooms were occupied. The rush would
start within an hour or so, when couples, trios, quartets and even
larger groups came in on their way home. Some preferred to have a
drink and chat while they watched others fuck. Most were inclined to
indulge themselves.

Rajeev and Pallavi sauntered down the corridor, looking in through the
huge, crystal clear glass panes. One of the rooms was taken by an
attractive fair skinned woman and one of Rajeev's several peon-studs.
Her name was Nishita and she was a colleague Rajeev had seduced and
soon brought into the fold. She rapidly proved to be an enthusiastic
and skilled lover, with a considerable sexual history herself. Till
her affair with Rajeev, however, she had been limited in her sexual
forays outside marriage, her past notwithstanding. There had been a
few affairs, but hardly satisfying. Now she could have her fill of
sex.

Rajeev opened up entirely new vistas for her. Soon after, both she and
her husband were drawn into the sexual web of Rajeev's creation. They
began to patronise the Apistia in Bombay, organised swap parties, and
awoke to the variegated delights of the flesh that Rajeev's sexual
empire had to offer. Like Pallavi, Nishita was a regular at Hedon &
Venery, sleeping with other men, frequently whoring there and on a
number of occasions, her husband watched her in performance even live
on stage. Pallavi had done a couple of lesbian shows with her. Though
she wasn't on his payroll, she qualified for unrestricted use of his
carrels as a privileged visitor.

She was a good looking woman, a few years older than Rajeev. She had a
sweet, laughing, round face with a straight, slightly thick nose, a
full, sensual mouth, lovely lips and good teeth. Her eyes were dark
and round and large and warm. Her hair was thick and glossy, usually
pulled back into a bun on the nape of her neck. She had big breasts,
full and ripe, with long nipples in dense aureoles. Her belly curved
outward somewhat but was still firm. Her legs were not terribly good,
but her buttocks were fleshy, yet firm. Her skin was fair and creamy,
utterly flawless. She was wont to wear a large red *bindi* in the
middle of her forehead and a long, black and gold beaded *mangalsutra*
around her neck which she wore under her collar and next to her skin.
Rajeev had always found it extremely sexy to see the necklace
disappearing into the tantalising cleavage that was revealed by the
deeply cut neck of her taut blouse. She was given to wearing *sari*'s
and her blouse was cut so that her breasts thrust proudly out and the
neck plunged to a superb cleavage.

Sudhakar, Rajeev's handsome peon-stud, was with her. He was a short,
wiry man, good looking with a strong nose and wide mouth, perfect
teeth, small dark eyes and short, curly hair. He had a hard body of
wiry musculature. The shoulders were wide, the belly flat and firm,
the chest sculpted, the torso hairless. His hips were lean and high,
the buttocks taut, firm, small, the arms and legs full of strength.
His torso slashed in a savage V from the wide shoulders to the narrow
waist and high hips.

His cock was a good seven inches long and correspondingly thick. He
had a brace of weighty balls. He was known to be a patient and
satisfying lover with good staying power and considerable expertise.
Nishita's reactions now as he fucked her efficiently were eloquent
testimony to that. She was on her back on the bed, naked, her legs
spread, the knees raised. Her hands were stretched down to her loins,
her fingers entwined in Sudhakar's hair. His head was between her
thighs, and her hips jerked and heaved and writhed in pleasure as he
tongue-fucked her. Nishita's face was a vision of lust, her head
twisting from side to side, her mouth open in a gasp of wonder. One
hand flew to her breast, large and succulent, and she crushed it hotly
in her hands. Rajeev and Pallavi could see Sudhakar's tongue probing
her dripping pussy, his head rolling and moving up and down, up and
down between her thighs.

She tugged at him, and he rose, his cock hard and erect, shining with
her oral ministrations. He slid up her body, straddling her chest and
squeezed her breasts over his cock, grunting, his face flushed, his
nostrils flared. He fucked her breasts for a bit, the hard nipples
scraping against his rough-skinned shaft. Then he scooted higher and
squatted over her mouth, pushing his cock into it. Nishita slipped her
lips around his cock and began to suck him hard, her cheeks hollowing
and billowing, her head rising and falling, rising and falling.

When he had enough of that, Sudhakar retreated, kneeling between her
split thighs, her loins arched up to his. Slowly, he squeezed his cock
into her cunt. Nishita arched hard under him. He lifted her thighs
high and wide, her legs over his shoulders, his hands under her thighs
and began to fuck her with long, slow, steady, skewering thrusts.
Nishita arched and jerked, her body snapping up  and back with each
thrust, her big breasts jiggling. Sudhakar grinned at her and flung
his head back, his buttocks pumping and pistoning.

Rajeev reached forward and thumbed the sound switch on the panel
outside the glass pane. Instantly, the corridor was filled with their
cries.

"OHHHHHHh Su...dhaaahhh...kar... uhhhhhhh OHHHh uhhhh *hanh* uhhhhh
*hanh* uhhh OHma uhh ahhhhhh uhhhh AHHHHHH!" she went.

"Mm ... *hanh* ... uhhhh OH uhhhh Ohhhhhh *chul* ... *chul* ... *le*
... *lemerelavdekohanhhhh*!" Sudhakar gasped obscenely.

His cock appeared and disappeared, shining and gleaming, hard and
rough-skinned, reaming into her cunt, distending her cunt-lips wide
open, coming out, then sliding back in again. His buttocks flexed and
unflexed, his hips swung with a masterful steadiness, driving her wild
as the enormous cock ran in and out.

Sudhakar paused and moved to bend forward over her. Her legs spread
and rose high around his slim, hard back. Sudhakar began to fuck her
again, now moving faster and faster and Rajeev grinned with pleasure
at the sight of his enormous cock plunging and plummeting, rising and
falling, pistoning steadily up and down, to and fro and in and out,
driving and skewering and reaming relentlessly into her cunt.

Nishita's hips and buttocks heaved in unison with his. Her body jerked
back with every thrust, and her breasts jiggled. The *mangalsutra*
tossed and danced on her fair skin. Her face snapped from side to
side, her mouth torn open in a cry of lust. Her face was flushed, the
eyes closed, and her body shone with sweat. His muscles rippled
smoothly as his buttocks flexed and unflexed, his head flung back, his
eyes half- closed, his mouth open, panting and gasping.

Her legs curled now about his lean hips, her hands digging fiercely
into his shoulders. Sudhakar bent and kissed her deeply, thrusting his
tongue deep into her mouth. Then he bent his head lower and kissed her
erect nipple, licked it, sucked it, nibbled on it. Nishita moaned,
arching hard under him, and he lifted his hips, paused for a moment,
then swung down hard, ramming his cock into her cunt.

"OHHHHHHH uh OHMAUHAHHHUHHOHHHHHHH!"

Nishita cried out and jerked into a steep arch in shock, screaming and
crying out in lust, clinging to him, her hips heaving and pumping in a
frenzy beneath his. Rajeev chuckled softly. It was good to see his
studs treat their mounts like whores, to take them hard. Sudhakar's
big balls swung up against her cunt-lips, his glistening penis rose
and fell, pumping and pistoning up and down, plunging deep into her
cunt, rising up, then running down into her again. He squeezed her
breasts in his hands, rolling them hard in his palms, kissed her again
and suddenly, without warning, swung his hips in a savage side-to-side
rocking action. Nishita's back bowed steeply in shock as the massive
penis pierced her from all angles and she tore her mouth from his to
cry out loudly.

"OHHHHHHHHHh ... uhhhh ... OHH ... uhh ... OHH ... OH-uh-oh-uh-
OHHHH-uhhh-OHHHHHH!" she wept.

"*Hanh *uhhhh AHHHHH uhh OHHH uhhhh *hanh*!" he replied.

Rajeev grinned. Beside him, Pallavi had opened the buttons of her
*kurta*. She turned in his arms and kissed him hungrily, writhing her
crotch against his, pressing her breasts to his chest. He thumbed the
sound off.

"Want to see more?"

"Mm. Let's go on."

They moved on to the next window, turning up the sound there, pausing
to watch his office-brothel manager, Madhavi, and Vinod, one of his
peons. Pallavi shuddered as she thought what the poor girl had been
through with the monster she had been forced to marry. She had heard
the stories from Rajeev and, by all accounts, Madhavi's husband had
been sadistic and brutal beyond belief.

He aroused in the delicate creature an intense aversion sex. Madhavi
was forced to do all kinds of things to sate him. He preferred her
anus to her cunt. He forced her to suck his pet Alsatian's cock and
then to fuck the animal while he watched. She was terrified of dogs
and it destroyed her mind. How or why she went through it, nobody
knew. Rajeev reasoned that her fear of the social opprobrium
accompanying a divorce was even greater than her terror of dogs.

Not satisfied with bestiality, he forced her to fuck his servants,
both men and women, utter strangers, urchins, virtually anyone. All
this in public, in the living room, while his drinking companions
watched and cheered. Soon, she became his favourite entertainment.
Couples were invited to watch her perform on the dining table while
they swapped partners and copulated energetically. On several
occasions he had forced her to do strip shows in public bars and in
the seedier ones, even to perform live on stage. Once, he forced her
to fuck the dog while his guests looked on and held her down, and then
he encouraged his guests to fuck her repeatedly through a long night
she would never forget.

Before Rajeev took on her case and drew her out of the hell she had
been flung into, Madhavi had been through almost every conceivable
kind of sexual torture there was: whipping, rape, sodomy, bestiality,
all of it. Coming from a totally conservative middle-class background,
her marriage destroyed her utterly.

Rajeev felt a deep sense of responsibility to her, for on at least one
occasion, she had been in performance at Chez Santosh, the exclusive
nightclub at the Apistia. Rajeev remembered the show. She had been
absolutely astonishing, and no one would have imagined any reluctance
on her part. She had taken on three men that night, total strangers,
studs Santosh brought in especially for the concert. They were blacks,
hugely built and muscular with impossibly big penises. Madhavi had
danced, stripped, then the men came on and she had sucked their cocks,
danced some more and then they fucked her. The finale was when three
of them took her together, one in her cunt, the other in her ass, the
third in her mouth. The audience went berserk. The collections were
phenomenal. She returned a couple of times after that, and always
turned in a superlative show.

It took Rajeev a long time to discover the extent of damage her
deranged husband had done to her. Then he lost control, something he
otherwise never did, and relentlessly destroyed the man with every
means at his command.

But the worst still awaited him. When he returned with the good news
of the first legal victory, he found Madhavi stony-faced and silent.
No amount of cajoling could elicit a response from her. He took her to
his house that night, and Sunnu spoke to her. It was only then that
they realised how totally she had been stripped of all emotion and
feeling. Sunnu, with her own history, could not believe that any human
being could be so utterly destroyed. Madhavi slept over that night,
and Sunnu sent Babu, their servant and an accomplished lover, to her
bed. They watched the two of them, and within an hour, Babu was left
panting and gasping, totally drained.

She was magnificent in bed. Yet, there was something amiss. Later that
night, Rajeev went to her room and gently aroused her. She woke
instantly and instead of letting herself go and enjoying it, she
turned into a first class slut, trying to satisfy him, sucking his
cock, tonguing his anus. She was truly adept at it, with a delicacy of
touch and purity of skill that were astonishing.

But Rajeev was puzzled. He pulled away from her and turned her face in
his hands and looked into her eyes and saw what had been done to her.
Her eyes were completely blank and flat, without emotion. He abandoned
all thoughts of sex, abjuring the proffered temptations of her
luscious body. Instead, he carried her out to the sprawling terrace
garden and there, by the pool, he cradled her in his arms for a long
time and worked his magic on her, slowly drawing it all out of her.
When she was done, the story coming out in little bits and pieces,
aspects that even he had known nothing about, she finally broke down
and wept like a child, clinging to him. It took him an hour or more to
quieten her. When she was finally reduced to whimpering, he carried
her to bed again and held her till she was asleep. Then he returned to
Sunnu and, sitting in bed, they chalked out their plan of action.

The next day he set the wheels in motion, after commanding her to
remain in their house. Systematically, he destroyed her husband, this
time marshalling all his extra-legal sources, forces strong enough to
pull apart the man's life and business within a matter of days. That
night, he returned to Madhavi's bedroom, and this time, he made love
to her, forcing her to lie back, using all his immense skills on her.
At the end of it, Madhavi was panting and mewing and moaning
desperately for release which, when it came, was cataclysmic for both
of them. As he held her shuddering body in the throes of her umpteenth
orgasm that night, he realised with a shock that till then, this woman
who had seen so much diverse sex, had never experienced a genuine,
voluntary orgasm.

When finally they were done, several hours later, his body streamed
with sweat and there were angry weals on his shoulders and chest and
hips where she had dug her nails in a frenzy of passion. At last she
subsided under him, his jizz still hot in her cunt and as he kissed
her tenderly, she broke down yet again. Rajeev comforted her tenderly
and, a while later, aroused her again and this time, it was she who
took charge, urging him to fuck her harder and deeper.

For a week she stayed in their house and every night Rajeev made
prolonged love to her, driving her to greater and greater heights of
ecstasy. Then he got her a flat in a suburb and Sunnu did it up for
her. An overwhelmed Madhavi moved in; but the best was to come. Rajeev
then kept her occupied with a succession of immensely skilled lovers
who showed her the true pleasure of sex, and taught her to take as
readily as she gave, to demand satisfaction. It was six months before
Madhavi was finally in control of her life. Her lovemaking changed
immeasurably and acquired a  new dimension.

Rajeev offered her a job in his office. She jumped at the opportunity
and in a short while proved to be a competent assistant with immense
organizational skills. Now she and Harsha were the joint heads of
office administration. Like the others who Rajeev favoured, she was
soon immensely wealthy in her own right, one of the most powerful
persons in his office. She was also now a regular performer at the
nightclub and one of the highest priced call-girls there.

Recently, she had re-married. Her husband was Suresh, Harsha's first
lover, her first husband's brother. Suresh, too, worked in the office
now and their marriage had been a full-fledged Hedon & Venery wedding,
an orgy that had lasted two and  half days.

Despite her status and position of authority, Madhavi was still bound
by the rules of the office. These made it incumbent on her to service
any man, without exception, who requisitioned her favours. Rajeev knew
that it was Vinod who had put in his form for time with Madhavi.
Rajeev saw the form and laughed in delight. It was a short form, and
in the space below the question why the applicant had requested that
particular partner, Vinod had scrawled the words '*Because I hear
she's a damn good fuck. So am I*.' In the vernacular, the
turpiloquence had an added zing.

Now as he watched them, Rajeev was filled with a sense of achievement.
Once again, he had been instrumental in successfully sundering a class
barrier and distributing his own particular brand of largesse - sexual
enjoyment for all, without discrimination.

Vinod was a short, intensely handsome youth with a muscular physique.
He had curly brownish hair which he wore unfashionably long. He had a
fine nose, a clean-shaven, square-jawed face with laughing eyes and a
slim, wide mouth that smiled often, showing perfect teeth. His eyes
were deep-set, dark. His shoulders were wide and strong, the torso
hairless and smooth, with a cleaved, muscled chest and a hard belly.
His torso tapered sharply to a narrow waist with high hips and small,
taut buttocks. His legs and arms were long and strong, rounded with
bunches of muscle, and his hands and feet were big and manly. His
forearms and biceps were corded with muscle. His balls were big and
low, and his cock was superb: fully nine and a half inches long erect
and correspondingly thick, it was his pride and joy.

Now he was leaning back in a deep, wide chair, his legs spread, naked,
his head bent and to one side, a grin on his face, watching with
delight as Madhavi, kneeling naked on the floor beside him, bent her
head over his lap and sucked his cock. Holding his rigid penis in one
hand, her eyes on his face, she slowly dragged her tongue up and down
his rigid, slippery shaft. Her tongue swirled and coiled lovingly
about the gorged cock-head. She jerked his rigid cock with her
slender, elegant fingers and bent her head, both of them quite
oblivious to their audience, and parting her lips, slid them around
his bulging cock-head. Vinod gasped and his hips twitched in joy.

"Mm ... *hanh*!" he gasped. "*Chul* ...  *choos rundi* ... *choos mere
lund ko* ... mm ... *aise* mm OHH uhhhh *hanh* *chul* *rundi* *choos*!
*Jorse* *choos*! *Aur* *jorse*!"

She sucked his cock hungrily, masturbating him all the while, her head
bobbing up and down over his writhing hips. Vinod's face was suffused
with delight, his mouth handing open, his nostrils flared, his breath
rasping. He held her head in his hands and moved it up and down to
suit his pleasure.

"*Chul* *saali* *rahnd* ... *Jorse* *choos*!" he rasped. "C'mon, you
whore! Suck harder!"

The big cock emerged and vanished, glistening and shining between her
lovely lips. Her face was distended by the size of the cock, her
cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She paused once in a while to lick his
cock-head, tongue his shaft, suckle his balls. Vinod was going mad
with delight. He bent and cupped one naked, pendulant breast,
squeezing the ripe mound hard, rolling it in his hand. Her nipples
were rigid and hard, long and stiff. Her back arched in delight at the
touch of his hand on her nipple. He shifted forward in the chair, and
she knelt between his legs, her face thrust deep into his groin and he
bent over and stretched his hands down, caressing her superb back,
elegantly postured, unblemished, the spine neatly hollowed. His hands
gripped her firm buttocks and parted them and probed between them with
his finger. Pinned beneath him, Madhavi moaned and arched her back,
thrusting her buttocks outward and Vinod was grinning and grunting,
fingering her anus. Madhavi's smooth buttocks trembled and quivered,
swaying. Vinod bent further, his chest over her back and her thighs
opened for his finger to go into her cunt.

Now he rose to his feet off the chair and, bent over her, began to
masturbate  her cunt hard, his hand jerking rapidly to and fro. One
finger, then two together rammed into her cunt, pulling out, in and
out, in and out, in and out. Her face was pinned to his groin and his
hips were pumping now, his buttocks flexing and unflexing as he fucked
her face and fingered her cunt at the same time. Madhavi's hips swayed
and jerked, pumping in unfaked delight beneath him. His hips ran back
and forth. The long thick silver chain around his neck slapped at her
butt. When they broke apart there was a look of amazed delight on her
face, and her eyes shone darkly with excitement. Vinod laughed at her
expression as he went back to the chair.

"*Kem rundi, kayutu ne ke hoon tane saaru ragdi ne chodhis*?" he said
in Gujarati. "Whore, didn't I tell you I'd fuck you hard?"

Madhavi was panting now, her breasts hot and swollen, her breast tips
standing up erect and quivering. She rose to her feet and swung one
long, elegant shapely leg over his thighs and straddling his lap, sat
on it. His cock was hard and moist against her flat belly. She bent
forward, cupping his face in her hands and kissed him hard, hungrily,
thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Vinod gripped her head,
kissing her back, one hand on a breast, then moving lower between her
legs and fondling her cunt.

Madhavi broke the kiss, her head arching up, her eyes closed, her face
suffused with lust. She looked stunning. Her lips were parted, shining
with his gunk and, as Rajeev watched, her pointed tongue snaked out
and around her lips, lapping at his jizz. She arched her chest towards
him, and he sucked on her swollen breast, his cheeks hollowing as he
flicked his tongue at her nipple. His lips drew back and his teeth
bared as he rolled it in his teeth and across his gums and the roof of
his mouth. Madhavi moaned sharply.

"OHHHHHH ... Vin...ohhhhhh...d!" she went, gripping his head  and
pinning it to her breast.

He was deeply excited by her reaction and now he moved to the other
breast, then squeezed both together in a hard bunch and sucked on both
nipples at once.

"OHHHHHh ... uhhhh ... OHHHHHHHHH!" Madhavi gasped deliriously.

She writhed and gasped over him, her hips swaying of their own accord
now and her excitement and passion were obviously unfaked. Her long,
elegant fingers curled hungrily, feverishly around his massive cock
again and now she shuffled back, positioning her cunt over his
cock-head. She paused for a moment and Vinod's hands were on her
breasts and her hips and buttocks and thighs. She took the cock in
three fingers and slid the cock-head into her cunt, between the
cunt-lips rimmed with downy fuzz.

"AHHHHHHHHHH ... uhhhhhh ... AHHHHH!" Vinod gasped, arching hard as
her cunt seared down on his cock-head.

"UuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhAHHHHHHH!" she moaned, her hips sinking
onto his cock.

Her lovely face arched back, contorted with an agonised lust, her
mouth open in a wide 'O' of passion. Her hips sank lower even as Vinod
arched his own high. His cock slid into her flesh, distending her
cunt-lips wide open and her back arched, the exquisite neck strained
and arching back. Her breath rasped from her throat. His hands were on
her slender waist, pulling her down even more deeply. Her legs were
folded beneath her, on either side of his and now, with her hands on
his thighs behind her butt, she began to move, bucking and rocking up
and down, up and down, her cunt rising and falling, sliding up the
length of his pole, then coming down again. His hips spasmed and
jerked, then struck a controlled rhythm, pumping up and down beneath
her, their buttocks flexing and unflexing in synchronicity. He
squeezed her breasts, and she cried out. He leaned forward and sucked
on them again. She moaned, and when he released her, her own hands
were on her breasts, rolling and squeezing them in excitement.

"OHHHH ... Vinod-Vinod-Vin...nnn...ohhhh...dd *hanh* uhhhh Ohma uhh
*hanh* uhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, her head twisting this way and that,
her body rising and falling, rising and falling, writhing in unfaked
delight on his lap. She stretched back and with delicate fingers
cupped and rubbed his heavy balls.

"*Chul*," he gasped, "*chul rundi chul* ... *lelemerelavdeko chul* ...
*Hanh* uhh OHHHhhhhhuhhhhh *laile hanh* chul-chul-OHHHH!"

They paused and, with her still impaled on his cock, Vinod rose
smoothly out of the chair, his muscles rippling. She flung her legs
about his slim hips, pinning her cunt to his cock, her hands thrown
about his broad shoulders,  panting, feverish with lust now and
kissing him again and again, moaning eager obscenities of desire.

They fell to the carpeted floor and Vinod began to fuck her on her
back. He knelt between her legs, levering her thighs wide open, her
bent knees flat on their sides on the floor, and bending deeply over
her, he took her hard. Madhavi cried out, screaming loudly, her body
arching and spasming, jerking back and forth as he thrust and thrust
and thrust, harder and faster, deeper and deeper. His  face was bent,
his mouth open, his teeth gritted and bared in a rictus of ecstasy.
His buttocks flexed and unflexed, jerked and swung rapidly to and fro,
back and forth, up and down, driving his immense penis in and out of
her cunt. It appeared and disappeared shining wet with their comingled
coital juices, emerging hard and stiff, long and monstrous, thick
veins standing out angrily on the shaft, then running back into her
deep and fast and smooth, her cunt-lips pulled wide open, drilling in
deeper till his balls were at her vulva. With each thrust, Madhavi
arched hard, her mons bucking up to take him in deeper, and her head
flipped from side to side in slow, languorous motions. She thrust a
hand down and clawed her cunt-lips open, feeling the shaft rasp out of
her, then slide back in, scraping her fingers and clitoris. Vinod
began to swing his hips in skewering, rolling motions with each
thrust, slowing his fucking suddenly, and Madhavi moaned as the
monster cock took her from all angles. On and on he went, and now his
head was flung back, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his voice
ragged, his cries, like hers, obscene and loud. Her hands were on her
breasts, squeezing them in delight, pinching and rolling the rigid
nipples, the gold chain around her neck tossing on her chest, the long
silver one around his flying and tossing, his muscles knotting and
flexing superbly, his body streaming with sweat now, her breasts
jiggling with his thrusts, her back arching and falling, arching and
falling. Again he changed the rhythm, resuming the rapid-fire,
trip-hammer, pistoning-lunging-thrusting, ramming and reaming into
her, his hips swinging furiously to and fro, back and forth, up and
down, and Madhavi's body bowed in an arch and she cried out loud and
long, tendons popping in her throat. Her hands clawed at his
shoulders, the nails digging in fiercely and he cried out, now
releasing her thighs and leaning over her, sucking her breasts hard,
her legs jerking up and winding taut about his hips as his cock
rocketed to and fro. Their motions grew more frenzied, their cries
more erotic.

"OHHHHHHHH Vinod uhhhhh OHHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHHHHHH uh OHHMA uh *hanh*
uhhhh uhhh ohhhh uhhhh ... OHHHHH" she went.

"AHHHH ... UHHHH ... AHHHHHHH ... UHHHHHH!" he responded.

They came together, and Rajeev and Pallavi watched, rivetted as she
spasmed and arched in a steep bow, her mouth tearing open, the breath
driven from her slender, superb, dusky body, her nipples enormously
hard and stiff and long, her cunt heaving up to his, her body shaking
and trembling and quivering, her head flung back, her arms around his
shoulders. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and then went into his
final strokes, thrusting in hard once, pausing, twice and pausing,
three, four, five times, pausing each time inside her.

At last he gave in and jerked into her. His hips twitched at her
crotch as he came and her face suffused with pleasure, her body
jerking as his jizz shot into her slit in steaming jets. Still coming,
he slid out of her, shook his cock and gasping and moaning, shot his
steaming jizz through the air. Rajeev and Pallavi watched it arc and
then settle like thick ticker tape on her thighs and belly and breasts
and face.

Moaning softly, still gasping, Madhavi subsided, her trembling legs
unwinding and sliding down. Vinod chuckled softly and crushed his cock
back into her cunt. It was still rock-hard and stiff. Obviously, he
had doped himself to the gills with sex pep pills. Madhavi moaned
thickly, her face turned to one side, her body rocking gently under
his thrusts. He kissed her and she writhed under him, caressing his
powerful shoulders. He reared up on his elbows over and grinned down
at her. She smiled languorously up at him.

"*Kem memsa'ab* ... *kevu lagyu*? *Maja avi*?" he murmured.

Her smile widened in true appreciation and gratitude. She drew a long,
slender finger through the puddle of gunk between her breasts and,
scooping up a thick gob of it, raised her finger to her mouth. Her
lips parted and her tongue slid out, sexily lapping at his jizz from
her fingertip. Then her finger was in her mouth and she was sucking on
it. He chuckled and watched her as she began to caress her gunk
covered body, massaging his spoot into her flesh. He rocked his cock
into her sharply. She gasped and arched him.

"*Chul* Vinod ... *pacher chodh mhane*," she murmured.

Madhavi moaned sexily and Vinod eased his cock out of her and turned
her on her font. She moaned, bent before him on her forearms and
knees. Vinod chuckled and dropped in a low squat astride her flared
hips and pressed his rigid cock between her buttocks. Rajeev knew she
liked being sodomized and Vinod loved doing it. Sure enough, the youth
hesitated, then made up his mind. He pressed his cock-head to her
tight anus. Madhavi groaned and bent forward more steeply, arching her
hips to him. He creased her buttocks open and, flexing his buttocks,
eased his hips forward, squeezing his cock-head into her asshole.

Rajeev smiled and turned off the sound, cutting off Madhavi's shrill
cry. Looking at Pallavi, he saw that she was intensely aroused, one
hand cupping a breast, her face soft and radiant with lust, the
nostrils flared, the lips parted. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth.

"More?"

"No. Look, we really need to talk."

"Okay, let's go.  Come on, we'll take the lift up."

They rode up to the top floor in his private elevator. Pallavi had
always loved this space. It was stunningly furnished, with bookcases,
music everywhere, gorgeous rugs and priceless paintings and antiques.
It was a complete apartment in itself. In the living room, there was a
casual sitting area with two armchairs and a sofa clustered around a
sleek coffee table.

They settled on the sofa and he punched a button on the remote control
that lay on the side table by the sofa. Soft music filtered from
superb hidden speakers. Pallavi kicked off her slippers and curled her
feet on the sofa. Rajeev stripped off his shirt and trousers and
Pallavi grinned at him.

"Don't tempt me, you sexy stud," she murmured, leaving her clothes on.
"I really need to talk to you."

Rajeev smiled ruefully and settled down beside her. She snuggled to
him and caressed his body, fondling his cock.

"So what's the problem?" he asked.

"Vijay."

"Mm. You said, earlier. I saw it. Trying to tie you down, is he?"

"He's married, damn it."

"So? Married men don't get horny?"

She giggled. "No. It's just that I haven't fucked him yet."

He stared at her in surprise and began to laugh. "I don't believe it."

"Honestly. I think he thinks of his love as some pure, platonic thing
..."

"That's bullshit."

"I know."

"He's got the hots for you."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Not if you're blind."

"I've decided to let him fuck me."

"Good. Sensible. Cool him off."

"It can't be here, of course. Not in Bombay."

He looked at her and nodded in agreement and understanding. "You're
right. It can't. You planning to do it on this trip to Delhi?"

She nodded. "Yes. I was hoping to."

"Well, we're at the Apistia, so it shouldn't be a problem."

She looked at him in alarm. "Hey, I don't want him up at the
whorehouse or anything."

"I wasn't suggesting that."

"What then?"

"You get him to your room the night we arrive and let him stay there."

"You'll see to the security?"

"You won't be disturbed," he promised her. "You want this on film?"

She frowned. "Somehow I don't think he's going to be terribly exciting
in bed. But might as well, I suppose. Might come in handy someday,
perhaps."

"In a somewhat bizarre set of circumstances, no doubt."

"Probably. So you agree I should do it?"

"Absolutely."

"Good. That's settled then."

He grinned and kissed her.

"Now. About that tea." He picked up the phone. There was a full
service kitchen on the floor below.

"Forget the tea," she said huskily, her eyes glittering. "Come here
and fuck me, you sexy stud. Watching all that fucking has ignited my
slit."

Rajeev laughed and replaced the receiver. He drew her to him and her
mouth was hungry and open beneath his. A few minutes later they were
in the bedroom and he stood on the bed and fucked her mouth as she
knelt before him. He grunted softly, his head bent, watching her suck
his cock and thought to himself that Vijay really had struck gold.


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