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PENTAPRISM : 15 : CAMERA CANDIDA

Section 1 of 9 : Honeymoon Sweat : Part 1 of 2

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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Avinash and Anuja dined early and at leisure, taking their time over the
fine meal. Anuja ate sparingly, ordering a clear soup and a small baked dish
which she didn't finish. Avinash had arranged for Salman, the lifeguard, to
call after dinner and she didn't want to be lethargic with a belly full of
food. He was a sexy, exciting man and she expected to have plenty of good,
hard sex with him.

"Didn't you enjoy the meal?" Avinash asked, pointing his fork to her
half-eaten serving.

"It was very good. I just don't want to over-eat, that's all."

"Salman?"

"Yes."

"Here, I'll finish it."

Anuja smiled gently as she watched him add her meal to his. He had worked
his way steadily through a grilled steak and a mountain of vegetables and
fries.

"Where on earth do you put all that food?" she murmured.

He grinned. "I enjoy a good meal."

She laughed prettily, her eyes dancing. Avinash cleared his plate and took a
sip of his wine. Anuja sipped her club-soda and smiled at him over the rim
of her glass.

"Here's to us," she said softly.

He arched an eyebrow. "To us? Very well, if you say so."

"Any reason not to?"

He tilted his head and looked at her with a bemused expression. "You know, I
can't decide whether this is a game you're playing, or if you're just
crazy."

She smiled again. "It's not a game. I can't be unhappy for any length of
time. It's not me."

"I see. And this despite what you've gone through?"

"And what is it I've gone through? On my honeymoon, I find my husband
doesn't want to fuck me. He prefers to watch me fuck other men. All right.
So be it. Fortunately, I enjoy fucking. It isn't all that bad."

"No?"

"No. Besides, I enjoy being fucked so much I wouldn't have been a faithful
wife anyway. This is much better, in a sense."

"That's pretty cold-blooded."

"The situation demands it, don't you think?"

"I agree. Dessert? Coffee?"

"Coffee, please."

Avinash summoned a waiter and ordered coffee, a cognac for himself, cheese
and biscuits for both.

"You actually look happy," he smiled.

"I am. I like this hotel. I like the sex I've had today. I'll have more
tonight and tomorrow. And the only price is that in public places I have to
look happy. That's not a problem. We have a deal, remember?"

Over coffee, the conversation moved to other topics. Anuja found him
intelligent and well-informed; he thought her ideas were fresh and
provocative. They finished the coffee and left the restaurant, his arm
around her waist, very much the honeymooning couple, very much in love, the
cynosure of all eyes. They walked slowly around the glittering pool and
returned to their suite. He opened the door and followed her through.
Inside, she turned and stopped him. Facing him, she slid her arms around his
shoulders and lifted her face to his. Avinash tensed. Anuja smiled gently.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to rape you. Or ask you to rape me."

He relaxed visibly.

She laughed. "All I'm saying, Avinash, is that one day, I will make you want
me. I will make you want my body and my soul and my being. And then we'll
fuck. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck till we can't fuck any more. One day."

He looked at her quietly and she noticed that he didn't deny what she said.
She smiled.

"Till then, my husband, just this." And she kissed him gently on the lips.

Avinash didn't respond. After a second, she let him go with a small laugh.

"All right, take your time," she murmured. "Meanwhile, I'm going to get
myself laid by a stud. Come and watch."

She pranced off to the bedroom and he followed. She shook her head, turning,
and shooed him out of the room. "Outside. In the hall. Rig up your cameras
there. Not in here. We'll fuck outside. Oh, yes. Do you have a cod-piece?
Something in black leather?"

Avinash grinned. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Well, a sort of jock-strap thing in black leather, but with a sheath for
his cock in front."

"I have just the thing."

"Good. Get it. We'll be using it. Now get out, I want to change."

Avinash grinned and turned back to the living area. Humming to himself, he
set up his cameras and lights, working steadily and methodically for over
twenty minutes. He had just finished when there was a knock on the door. He
answered it and let Salman in. The lifeguard was casually dressed in a
singlet and shorts with comfortable beach sandals. He greeted Avinash
warmly.

"Hello, sir, nice to see you again."

"Good to see you, too, Salman."

"This one is special, eh? Not like last time."

"No. Not like last time."

On his previous visit, Avinash had brought Nimisha down to Goa while her
husband was abroad on work. They had stayed for three days and he had some
incredible footage of her in action.

"Your wife, right?"

"Yes. My wife. This is our honeymoon."

Salman guffawed. "Nothing changes, does it?"

Avinash laughed. "No. Actually, the more it changes, the more it remains the
same."

"Guess so. Okay, so where is she?"

"Changing. It's going to be in here."

"Nice. I see you've got your gear this time, too."

"I never leave home without it."

"I know. Anything in particular you want me to do to her?"

Avinash shook his head. "No. Just enjoy yourself. Do what you like."

"She likes butt-fucks?"

"Loves them, apparently."

"Good. She's got a very fuckable ass."

"Fuck it, then, by all means."

"I intend to, boss, don't worry. Just keep your cameras rolling."

"Don't you worry about that. Oh, any yes. She wants you to wear this."

Salman chuckled as he took the leather underpiece that Avinash handed him.
"Horny chick."

"Very horny. Very, very horny. And don't put it on just yet."

The men turned and gasped.

Anuja looked stunning.

Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her bridal jewellery. Her
long hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece.
Twin patterned gold strands with dainty tassels curved down along her
hairline and disappeared behind her ears. A third strand swept up from the
centre of her forehead and through the parting in her hair, meeting the
others under her long braid. The three strands then twined with her thick
plait. A *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with
*kajal*. Gold earrings hung from her earlobes. Around her neck, she wore
several gold necklaces of different lengths, ranging from a short loop that
hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick strand that touched her belly
below her navel. Her arms were bare, and she wore twin gold bands on either
arm, the ends snaking upward in a little curve. Several gold bracelets and
bands adorned her wrists. Her fingers were studded with gold and diamond
finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of finger-rings
linked together with gold strands that lay along the back of her wrists. Her
toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets hung around her ankles. Around her
bare midriff, there was a gold girdle, riding high on her hips and low under
her belly and above her buttocks.

The jewellery was the major part of her attire. Her breasts were covered
with a thin, taut band of twisted cloth, wrapped around and tied behind her
back, leaving her shoulders bare. The cloth was tight and translucent; her
breasts strained at it, squeezed together in a deep and sexy cleavage, but
clearly visible. Even the hard points of her nipples were discernible. Slung
low under her belly, precariously close to her crotch, she wore *dhoti*
pants of the finest, totally transparent pale chiffon. The pant legs had
long slits from ankle to waistband on the outside. The inner legs were
similarly cut up to the crotch, so that both her cunt and ass were easily
accessible. The pants were wound so close down her legs that every line and
curve was visible; even the dark delta of her cunt. A single strand
descended from the middle of the girdle and disappeared down the line of her
cunt-lips and rose between her buttocks to rejoin the girdle in her back.

She stood framed in the door from the bedroom, her arms outstretched, her
hands on the door frame at her shoulders, her ankles crossed. Her body was
curved like an hourglass, curving from the succulent swell of her breasts to
her narrow waist and flat belly and flaring to her rounded hips and
buttocks.

"My god," Avinash breathed, awed.

Anuja smiled and walked across the room to them, sexy, earthy, irresistible.
Her skin glowed; the delicate birth-marks on her face and neck, the inside
of her left breast and on her midriff just above the girdle made her look
even sexier.

"You should get going," she murmured to Avinash as she turned to Salman.

Avinash hurried to his equipment. Anuja smiled at Salman and took the
leather cod-piece from him.

"You won't need this immediately. Use it later, when you fuck me."

Salman stared at her breathlessly. He had never seen a woman so gorgeous, so
utterly sexy. She was a fantasy come to life.

Anuja looked at Salman, holding his eyes and felt the first frisson of
excitement ripple through her body. The man was superbly built, very sexy.
He was rugged and handsome, with clean-shaven, aquiline features. He had
sharp, piercing, deep-set eyes, a knife-blade nose, slender lips that were
almost cruel in their line, and a rock-hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the
chin. His cheeks had sexy hollows in them and his hair was thick and cropped
short. His body was superbly sculpted. The neck was strong and hard and
descended to broad shoulders that bulged with muscle. His arms and legs were
strong, rippling with thick, long, smoothly curved muscles. His torso was a
savagely slashing V, tapering from his broad shoulders to a ballet dancer's
high hips and narrow waist. The belly was flat as a washboard. His chest was
deeply cleaved, with thick pectorals that hung like slabs of granite. His
shorts were tight and she noticed again the thick, promising bulge in his
crotch. The singlet he wore had a low neck and wide arm holes and Anuja
noticed with a rush of pleasure that his body was glabrous and smooth, with
even the armpits depilated. She didn't like hairy men. As she often said,
who wants to fuck an ape?

"Take off your vest," she murmured. "Slowly."

Salman grinned and, crossing his arms, slowly lifted the singlet off his
head. Anuja moistened her lips. He really was an immense turn-on. His
nipples were small and hard and dark, pulled wide and low on either side of
his chest. She smiled and slid her hands up his body gently, caressing the
contours of his body with her fingertips, tilting her face to his. He bent
his head and their lips met, fluttered, hesitated, then opened sensuously
and she pressed to him, her jewelry cold and hard between their bodies,
exciting rough on his dark skin. He cupped her face as he kissed her, their
tongue fencing erotically. Her mouth was warm and soft and her tongue probed
in his mouth. He slid his hands down to her shoulders and then lower,
caressing her back, her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, rising with
tantalising slowness to her breasts. Anuja murmured as he cupped her
breasts. They swelled and grew harder and heavier and her nipples stiffened
in the taut cloth band and he flicked the hard stubs through the cloth.

Anuja's lips parted reluctantly from his. Her eyes were bright with desire,
her mouth open, her breathing shallow and rapid, the nostrils flared. With a
soft moan, she dragged her lips and tongue down his face and neck to his
chest. Bending her head, she ran her tongue across his chest, lapping gently
at the deep cleft in the centre, then gliding sensuously over the swell and
down to one nipple, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Salman grunted.

His nipple stiffened and she rapped it rapidly, then opened her mouth and
clamped her lips around the nipple and dark aureole and nibbled sharply.
Salman gasped. It felt wonderful. Her shapely fingers crawled across and she
scraped his other nipple with her sharp fingernails. Salman quivered in
pleasure. Her mouth was soft and moist and her tongue worked his nipple
steadily while her teeth scraped across its hardness. She moved to the other
slowly, then returned to the first, then the second. It was slow, exquisite,
agonising. His cock quivered and began to swell. Her fingers crept down his
belly and into his crotch and she squeezed the bulge of his penis through
his shorts.

Salman pushed her down gently and Anuja sank to her knees before him. He
looked down at her, his eyes glittering with excitement, his muscles corded
with tension and pleasure, breathing heavily. She smiled gently and, her
eyes tilted up to watch his expression, opened her mouth and took the tip of
his penis in her lips through his shorts. Salman moaned softly. He could
feel the heat of her mouth, the muffled softness of her tongue. Reaching up,
she drew down the zipper fly of his shorts slowly. His circumcised penis
bounced out, already hardening and she moaned it pleasure. It was
magnificent. Already over eight inches long, an inch and a half thick, it
was growing still, hardening, rising, lengthening, thickening. The balls
were low and heavy. The cock-shaft was shaved clean and smooth to the hilt.
The circumcised cock-head bobbed against her face. Her breath was hot on his
penis as she cradled it in her hands and caressed her face with it, running
it sexily over her lips and cheeks and eyes. Slowly, she slid her tongue out
and ran it over his cock-head. Salman gasped softly, his belly rippling
inward.

"Oh fuck yes!" he murmured. "C'mon! Suck it!"

Anuja resisted the temptation for a few seconds, plying the bulging
cock-head with her tongue. Salman held still, his pulse quickening, his
breathing shorter and sharper. At last, her lips flowered and slipped around
his cock-head and part of his shaft, enveloping his erection in her warm,
moist, soft mouth.

"Oh fuck yes!" Salman gasped, his head bent, his mouth open. "Oh fuck yes,
c'mon, suck it! Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh ... fuck yes, that's it! Mm ... yeh ...
c'mon ... suck my dick, baby ... do it! Ohhhhh uhhhh yes!"

His words of excitement and the tangy taste and musky odour of his penis
aroused Anuja. She sucked his cock slowly and deeply and heavily, her head
moving back and forth and from side to side. Her tongue continued describing
wonderfully erotic arcs around his thick cock-head. His cock oozed pre-cum
gunk and she groaned, jerking his shaft, opening her mouth wide to let him
see it fleck her lips and cheeks, dribble onto her tongue. Her eyes lifted
to watch him, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft to his
heavy balls and, opening her mouth, let his testicles drop into it one by
one, flicking them with her tongue, sucking tenderly. It was an exquisite
feeling, having her soft face burrow between his thighs, her warm mouth
teasing his balls.

"Fuck yes!" Salman grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"

Anuja smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head. She went
higher, kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his hollow navel and
caressed his cock with her necklaces. Salman groaned at the delicate rough
rasp of the precious metal on his penis. She bent his cock down and squeezed
it into her deep and inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and
crushing them in a tight sheath over his cock. Slowly, she masturbated him
with her breasts, her tongue and lips on his belly, her necklaces rasping
over his cock-shaft. It was an extraordinary, erotic feeling and Salman's
loins grew hot with lust. He pushed her head back down to his cock.

"C'mon ... suck it hard, babe ... suck my dick real nice and deep!"

Anuja groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now fully nine
inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth. Salman gasped and began
to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in
his hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock glistened and gleamed as it
slid in and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her
luscious lips. His penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Anuja kept
working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit in its tip
with her tongue. Salman gasped his joy.

"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, baby ... suck
me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh
uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"

She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and
forth between his thighs. The swimming pool lifeguard gasped and moaned, his
body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro. The
fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.

Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like
it when guys do that."

For a second, Salman was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head
away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in
control. His breathing steadied.

"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."

He drew her to her feet and Anuja turned around, her back to him. He flicked
open the knot in the middle of her back that held the cloth band. It
unravelled and he drew it off slowly, scraping it over her nipples. She
shuddered and leaned back against him. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his
hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning her face,
she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and
belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks
squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his shorts. They split
open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside.

Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue
darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner.
Her hands behind her back, she caressed his penis tenderly. Salman twined
his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Anuja shivered as
the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her
buttocks.

"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Salman, fuck me."

There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square
around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her. Salman turned her
around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping
slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her
legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited
anticipation.

Salman smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. He slid his hands up her
body and kneaded her breasts gently. Anuja writhed in pleasure. He squeezed
the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them.
Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider.
Bending, Salman dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it
slowly around her aureole. Anuja gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers
clenching his head. Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly
with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip. Anuja writhed on the
glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his mouth and sucked it
tenderly, scraping her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the
roof of his mouth with his tongue. Anuja gasped and moaned, her hands under
her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other
breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell
on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped
through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her
breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously. Anuja cried out,
arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and
the cold metal of her jewelry scraped across her aching nipples.

"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Salman yes oh god yes!" she gasped.

Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower. His tongue rippled down
her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long
slits inside and outside her *dhoti* pants, her cunt was completely exposed.
Salman quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that
descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the
length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her
buttocks. It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Anuja's fingers rippled down
her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him
further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists
webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.

Salman pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It
was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour
inflamed his lust.

Anuja gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers
pulling her cunt-lips wider still.

"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Salman, c'mon, do it!"

Salman curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her
wet slit. Anuja gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to
her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. Her hips bucked and
writhed under his face. Salman swirled his tongue through her wet cunt,
savouring her streaming cunt-juices. Anuja gasped and moaned her pleasure.
He parted her cunt-lips wider and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her
clitoris with his tongue rapidly. Anuja hissed in pleasure, arching steeply.
Salman slowed and, using his tongue, pushed the gold chain deeper into her
slit, scraping it delicately over her clitoris. Anuja cried out in pleasure,
her hands mauling her swollen breasts, her head flung back, jerking
erotically from side to side. The feeling was exquisite; his hot breath, his
thick, heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Anuja's body flamed
with desire.

"Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh god oh god
oh god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!" she cried, writhing
and thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.

Salman pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked them onto
the armchair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table, her feet pressed
to the padded armrests. Slowly, levering herself against the heavy seating,
she lifted her hips higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled
fully. Her buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the position, for
she now had her hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the table. The
gold chain was crushed between her buttocks. Quickly, she pushed her hands
under her hips, supporting her weight, and relaxed her buttocks. They lobed
open, unflexing slowly. Her cunt was on level with his face now. Salman
chuckled and slowly ground a thick finger into her wet slit. Her cunt
channel was hot and tight and, as it convulsed on his probing finger, she
gasped loudly. Salman shoved his tongue back into her cunt, now
finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously.

"Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh oh ma
uhh oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Anuja cried.

Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes closed, her
mouth open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips writhed and swayed and
undulated in the upthrust position. Her breasts wobbled and shook sexily
with her movements. Salman ran his tongue up and down the length of her
cunt, flicked her clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and
that inside her frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch and
volume. She soared up to the brink of a violent orgasm, gasping and crying
out.

Timing it to perfection, Salman stopped, sliding his finger out of her slit,
lifting his head. Anuja gasped in dismay and shock, moaning angrily.

"For god's sake, Salman! Don't stop! Not now!"

He chuckled and rose, denying her. Anuja moaned, her body sinking back onto
the glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt feverishly. Quickly,
Salman turned and straddled her face. She groaned, opening her mouth
gratefully, and took his cock deep into her mouth. Salman grunted in
pleasure and, bending over her body, pushed his face into her crotch again.
Her breasts were hot and fleshy against his thighs; her jewelry rasped
sexily between their bodies. Anuja groaned deep in her cock-filled throat as
he lapped gently at her flowing cunt-juices again. She sucked his cock
slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down over her face.
His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her luscious lips. Her teeth
scraped delicately over his shaft. He flicked her clitoris delicately with
his tongue and fingertip. She groaned, her hips writhing under his face, and
ran her tongue around his cock-head, sucking it insistently, scraping her
teeth along the hard shaft. They writhed together on the coffee-table,
devouring each other, prolonging the pleasure.

When he stopped again, Anuja felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust and
desire. Salman rolled smoothly off her body and quickly returned to the
other end of the table, kneeling between her spread thighs. Anuja moaned
softly, her bejeweled fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, moving the gold
chain aside.

"C'mon ... shove it in, Salman ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard, lover! I
want your cock in my cunt!"

Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him intensely.
His eyes lingered on her spreadeagled body, wantonly offered for his
pleasure. Her chest heaved with excitement. Her breasts were squeezed
between her outstretched arms, luscious and tempting. Her jeweled fingers
clawed her cunt-lips open, revealing the moist flesh within. Her legs were
stretched apart in a wide V, her feet still on the chair and sofa on either
side of the coffee-table.

Salman's pulse raced with pleasure. He prised her cunt-lips open with his
thumbs and pressed his cock-head to her slit. Anuja bit her lower lip in
tension; she could feel the searing heat of his cock at her cunt. She
fondled his shaft and cock-head lovingly.

"C'mon," she muttered. "Do it! Fuck me, lover!"

Salman took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks slowly, slid his hips
forward. His huge penis surged into her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips wide
open. He gasped loudly as he entered her hot, wet, tight fissure. Her cunt
convulsed frantically on his penetrating cock. The breath hissed from her
throat. Her mouth tore open. Her body bowed, and her head arched back. Her
hands flew to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them hard, her fingers
pinching her nipples. His cock was magnificent, rock-hard, enormously thick
and long; it went in and in and in, piercing her cunt deeply, probing the
innermost recesses of her cunt.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Ohhhh god yes, Salman, yes! Ohhhhh uhhh
yes! Do it! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my cunt! C'mon Ohhhhhh yes! That's it! Oh ma
uhhhh yes! Oh yes!"

"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" he gasped.

He began fucking her heavily and deeply and slowly, his head arched back,
his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking back and forth, sliding
to and fro in a deep, piercing, mesmerisingly steady rhythm. His cock ground
in and out of her cunt, sliding outward, then grinding deep into her cunt
again. Anuja gasped and moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her
hands on her breasts, her hips writhing and heaving. Salman gripped her
thighs, lifting them higher and wider as he pushed his cock in as deep as he
could.

Her cunt was incredible: Hot, tight, wet, it convulsed and contracted
fiercely on his throbbing penis, seeming to draw him deeper and deeper into
its vortex. The gold chain rasped against his thick, rough-skinned
cock-shaft as it stroked in and out of her slit. Gasping and grunting, the
lifeguard began moving faster. His hips swung back and forth in longer,
deeper, quicker strokes, and his cock pistoned smoothly in and out of her
cunt. Anuja moaned and writhed, her body lurching and rocking under his
thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing heavily.

"Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhhh uhh *hanh* yes oh yes oh god yes
Salman yes oh god Salman! Ohhh uhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh SUHHHHL-MA ... uhhhh
AHHHHHHHHHN uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!"

"Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah oh yeh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh ohhhh!" he cried,
panting heavily, rocking his hips back and forth faster and faster.

Now he put his hands on the base of her belly, pulling her cunt-lips wide
open and, gritting his teeth, grimacing, biting his lower lip in tension as
the heat built and surged and spread in his loins, he began ramming and
reaming greedily into her cunt. Each thrust drew a broken, shuddering gasp
from her throat. Anuja's body whipped and writhed on the table, her jewelry
tinkling, the metal glinting and winking, slithering this way and that on
her tawny skin. Hissing in pleasure, he slowed again, now swirling his hips
as he thrust into her so that his cunt entered her from all angles.

"OHH uhhh OHHH!" she gasped deliriously, her head flipping from side to
side. "Oh fuck yes! Oh baby yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Salman! Oh god yes!"

"Ahhhh uhhh Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes!" he moaned.

"The sheath," she gasped, sensing the imminence of his orgasm. "Put it on!
Quickly!"

With a shuddering groan, slid out of her cunt. She gasped at the sudden
release in pressure. He grabbed the black leather cod-piece and struggled
into it. A thick black strap circled his lean hips and narrow waist. Twin
thongs descended from the girdle and supported a black latex sheath for his
cock. He slid his penis into it. It was a snug, perfect fit. His cock-head
popped out of the aperture in the tip. The shaft length of the sheath had
short flexible spikes, thick round studs and knobs and a cleverly designed
free-form lattice of intersecting ribs that were thick and long. Putting it
on, he felt his erection harden and, simultaneously, the ebbing of his
orgasm. He grinned in delight.

Craning her head, Anuja stared at his armoured penis and moaned thickly.

"God, I want that in my cunt!" she muttered. "C'mon, Salman, fuck me!"

Grinning, Salman bent over her between her spread thighs and gripped the
sides of the table, his knees deeply bent. His cock-head probed at her cunt.
She guided his penis to her orifice. He grunted and, flexing his buttocks
slowly, ground down deep into her flesh, driving inexorably inwards.

The breath rattled from her throat. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp,
her head arching back, her back bowing steeply. The spikes bent as they
pierced through her cunt-lips, scraping delightfully through her quivering
cunt-flesh. The hard knobs and studs and ribs mashed her gorged clitoris.
The pleasure was intense, unbearable. Her hips jerked and lurched up to his
and she dug her fingers into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. He
winced as her fingernails broke his skin and pushed deeper still.

"OHHHHHUHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and ragged, her
chest heaving, her face a vision of lust. "Oh ma uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her cunt convulsed on his penis. Salman gasped: He could feel the heat of
her cunt through the fine latex sheath. He bent deeply forward, his powerful
deltoid muscles rippling, his arms bending, his biceps and triceps flexed
taut, and kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. His
buttocks were flexed taut, his hips pressed down between her thighs, his
cock embedded in her flesh. Anuja moaned and sucked eagerly on his tongue,
her fingers caressing his hard body.

"You're incredible," he murmured, kissing her eyes tenderly.

"So are you," she smiled, tonguing his ear, her hips squirming beneath his.
"Come on ... now fuck me!"

Salman eased the strenuous position by spreading his legs and dropping his
hands to the floor. Now his body was angled over hers, balanced on the balls
of his feet and his hands, his arms outstretched. Anuja craned her head and
sucked on one nipple, running her tongue lasciviously over the hard stub.
Salman began to fuck her slowly and heavily, in total control. His lifted
his hips, unflexing his buttocks, drawing his cock outward. She groaned and
her head flopped back, her face arching, soft and lovely with pleasure. He
paused and then slowly ground down deep into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed
on his penis. She gasped, arching her hips greedily to his, her hands
clenching his thickly padded shoulder muscles, sliding down his bulging
biceps to his forearms.

"Mm ... ohhhhh yes!" she gasped, as the sheathed cock crushed into her flesh
again, the spikes and knobs and studs on the surface mashing her gorged
clitoris. "Ohhhh yes, baby yes! Fuck me!"

Buried deep in her cunt, Salman paused, his buttocks flexed taut, and swung
his hips in slow, smooth arcs. Beneath him, Anuja hissed in pleasure, her
mouth opening wide, her tongue swivelling across her upper lip.

"Ohhh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god that's so good yes!"

He slid out, paused, ground down and into her; paused, swirled his hips,
paused, slid out ... Anuja was ecstatic. The pleasure was keen and sharp,
delicately balanced so that she was just out of reach of her orgasm. The man
was a masterful lover. He maintained the complex rhythm, fucking her
entirely for her pleasure, prolonging the agonising joy, keeping her
maddeningly close to the final release. He grinned down at her, enjoying the
spasms of pleasure on her face and, bending, lapped gently at one upthrust
breast, then the other, sucking tenderly on the luscious mounds. Anuja
gasped and moaned, kissing him feverishly, tonguing his ear.

"Please," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore, Salman! Do it!"

He relented and steadied his rhythm to a straight up-and-down, in-and-out
motion, his powerful muscles rippling smoothly, taking the strain without
effort.  His taut buttocks flexed and unflexed, and his hips swung
rhythmically up and down. His immense erection, in its black leather jacket
drove steadily in and out of her wet cunt, appearing and disappearing
between her unfurled cunt-lips. Her pubic hair was wet and sticky with her
flowing cunt-juices. She moaned and cried out, her body jerking and lurching
under his thrusts, her hips rocking and writhing and heaving, her swollen
breasts jiggling and bouncing, her jewelry slithering on her tawny skin. Her
head rolled from side to side. She began to sweat: Beads of perspiration
dotted her upper lip and brow; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of
her neck; a thin rivulet of sweat coursed between her breasts; another
trickled down her belly and met her flowing cunt-juices in a mucilaginous
confluence.

He began to move faster and she gasped and cried out, lurching and jerking
in a frenzy under him. He was utterly relentless and kept moving, his body
rocking and jerking up and down, his hips swinging back and forth, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock grinding in and out of her slit.
He, too, was perspiring now, and their bodies squelched and slapped wetly
together.

"Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh
ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhuhhhhh
OHHHHHH!" she cried.

"Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah yes ah yes oh yes oh
fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohfuckOHHHHH!" he cried, his head
arching back.

He drove into her and paused, buried deep in her slit. She gasped,
perplexed, her body writhing under his, taken unawares by the sudden change
in tempo. Suddenly and without warning, he lifted his hips high and then
rammed hard into her cunt and began fucking her furiously. His hips rocked
savagely up and down, snapping from the waist, his buttocks opening and
closing alternately in a feverish rhythm, his cock plunging and pistoning
and ramming and reaming frantically in and out of her cunt.

"OHMAUHHHHAHHHUHHHHOHSUHHHHLMAHHHHHHNUHHH UHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Anuja cried out thinly, her body rocking and jerking violently under him,
her hips bucking and heaving, crashing against his loins, her cunt
convulsing and spasming uncontrollably on his throbbing penis. Her orgasm
loomed, getting closer and closer and then she exploded, her back bowing and
arching, sweat splintering off their rocking bodies, her breasts thrust up,
her mouth torn open in a loud cry,  her face contorted in a savage rictus of
lust, her hips jerked up to his, her cunt convulsing frantically on his
penis. Salman gasped and rammed his cock into her repeatedly. Each thrust
made her choke and gasp and cry out, sent her body jerking and lurching,
rolling her up on the small of her back, drawing out the orgasm. He kept
moving, ramming wildly into her, till he felt her orgasm recede, the
convulsions of her cunt diminishing in intensity and frequency. Gradually,
he slowed, fucking her gently with long, smooth thrusts that drew small,
broken moans of pure pleasure. Finally, he eased himself deep into her and
held still. She groaned and, opening her eyes, her chest heaving, smiled up
at him.

------ CONTINUED IN PART 2 OF 2 --------

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