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Encounter The Cocktail Party


Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives


NOTE: This story may be archived and distributed free, but may NOT
be sold or otherwise distributed for commercial gain/profit.


Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
::: e n c o u n t e r :::


Everything about her was voluptuous. Her face, her body, her
manner and, finally, her lovemaking. Hari met her at a typically
frenetic cocktail party hosted by yet another beautiful person in
advertising. Hari detested these affairs. He found the people
loud, desperate, greedy. His wife, Neha, who ran an ad agency
insisted he go with her and, as always, she had her way.

"Youíve got weird friends," he grumbled.

She grinned wickedly. "Not half as weird as my husband."

"Whatís that supposed to mean?"

"Well, look at you. For the past twenty minutes, weíve been
fighting over this while youíre still fucking me. Wouldnít you
call that weird?"

Hari laughed. "I guess youíre right."

"When am I not?"

Hari grinned and kissed her. She squeezed his taut buttocks open
and he groaned as he felt her slender finger press at his anus.

"Come on, my angry young man. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! OHHHH uhh!"

Later, in the elevator going down to the garage, she kissed him
deeply. "Hari, donít be surprised by anything you see tonight.
Youíll see a lot. These people are strange, and Iím one of them."

"What are you going to do?" he asked curiously.

She smiled, squeezing his cock affectionately through his
trousers. "Whatever I like."

"Which means fucking like crazy, I suppose."

"Among other things, yes. Certainly."

At the party, she promptly abandoned him. He drifted toward the
bar and looked at the crowd. For a while, he battled bravely
through the champagne and canapés and then rapidly grew
bored. The people were raucous and crude and shallow, full of
themselves. The music was loud and unpleasant, with idiotic lyrics
and an irritatingly insistent pumping rhythm.

Supriya was as obviously out of place as he was. He noticed her
across the room, assumed she was another ad-person and immediately
ignored her. Nursing his Scotch, he felt sorry for himself.

"I presume youíre not one of these advertising types either." He
heard a husky, sensual voice at his elbow.

He turned and smiled. "Youíre right. Iím not. Are you?"

She shook her head. "No. My ... um ... a friend of mine is."

"Which one is she?"


"Iím sorry?"

"He. Not she. That one, there."

"By the wall?"

"Thatís the one. Draping himself all over that lovely creature.
Someone he knows."

Hari saw the man, a well-built, handsome young stud, leaning over
Neha who stood against the wall. His arm was stretched over her
shoulder, his hand on the wall behind her head. She was doing
nothing to keep him away. Hari saw her face, the slightly parted
lips, the dilated nostrils, the bright eyes and recognised the
signs. He sighed. She would be fucking him before long. As he
watched, the man put his hand on Nehaís buttock and bent his head
to hers. She responded with an arm around his neck. Hari turned to

"Actually, thatís my wife."

There was a little silence and Supriya looked at him curiously.
She turned to the pair by the wall. Her friendís hand was on
Nehaís breast and their loins squirmed together. She slid her
slender leg between his.

Neha was absolutely stunning. A long neck led from a perfect, oval
face with high cheekbones, dark, large, *kajal*-rimmed eyes with
long lashes, a fine, straight nose. Her mouth was sensual: the
slim upper lip bowed sexily over a straight, full lower one. Her
complexion was dusky and flawless, smooth as chocolate cream.

Her body was slim, almost thin, with small breasts, a flat belly
and flared hips. Her legs and arms were slender and elegant, her
shapely feet encased in Roman sandals. Her fingers and toes and
hands were beautifully formed. She wore a light cream coloured
silk blouse and a matching pleated skirt. The blouse was cut low
and wide, showing a good deal of dusky, smooth skin beneath. It
was totally transparent and, quite evidently, she wore nothing
beneath it. Her only jewelry was a thin gold chain around her
neck, small diamond ear-studs and a slender bracelet on one wrist.
Her silky hair was tied in a high pony tail. They broke apart and
Neha slid her hands up the young manís deep chest, smiling

He was a fitting consort. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a hard,
deep chest and a small waist, narrow, high hips, taut buttocks and
powerful looking arms and legs. He was tall and clean-shaven with
the slightly heavy features that marked people from the southwest
regions of the country. His hair was thick and cut short, swept
back, the nose fine, the mouth small, but fleshy, the eyes small
and dark, the jaw strong. He was dressed quietly and well, in
baggy pleated trousers with turn ups, dark oxford shoes, an open,
ruffled shirt, its sleeves rolled up to the elbows. As Hari and
Supriya watched, he slid his hand under her blouse and cupped her
naked breast. Her lips parted sexily and she slid her hand between
his legs.

"Oh my god," Supriya murmured.

"Whatís his name?" Hari said softly.


"Your boyfriend. The one pawing my wife. Whatís his name?"


A burst of loud laughter from across the room drew their
attention. Five men were seated around a large glass-topped
coffee table on which an attractive young woman sprawled on her
back. Her deeply cut, ridiculously short dress was drawn up to her
waist. Her legs were forked. She was naked under it and she was
masturbating slowly with two fingers. The men cheered and laughed,
egging her on. She seemed to be deeply drugged, oblivious to her
audience and her surroundings. Her hips twitched and jerked and
she moaned thickly, her eyes closed, her head rolling slowly from
shoulder to shoulder.

A woman behind them said, "Excuse me for a minute."

The man she was speaking to, a bearded young man wearing a black
T-shirt with an obscene decal protested. "Hey, whatís the matter?"

She smiled. "Oh, nothing much. One of the servants is inside. I
hear he has an astonishing cock. Iím going to try it out. Want to
come and watch?"

The man laughed loudly and nodded. "I might just watch and cum!"

The woman snorted with laughter and led him across the living

"Theyíre mad," Supriya said softly. "Are they always like this?"

"Is this your first ad-bang?"

She nodded. "Is that what they call it?"

"Yes. A time for all the beautiful ad-folk to unwind, let their
hair down, let it all hang out -- and to bop one another madly."

"Good God. Are you serious?"

"Oh, absolutely. Wait and watch." He grinned at her expression.


"Get you a drink?"

"Please. A vodka tonic, lots of ice."

He got her the drink. She took a long draft, and accepted a
cigarette. He lit it with a Ronson lighter. She inhaled
gratefully, blew out a thin stream of smoke.

"My nameís Hari," he said.


"Pleased to meet you."

They smiled. He thought she was very attractive. Her face was
pretty, in a sultry, sensual, earthy way. The eyes were large and
dark, lined with *kajal*. Her mouth was full and sensual, the nose
a tad heavy, but not unattractive. Her body was full and ripe,
fleshy yet firm. Her breasts were large and round and high, and
she wore a long, off-white *kurta* with a printed yoke pierced by
a plunging V that revealed a tantalisingly deep and dark cleavage.
She wasnít very tall, but she obviously took good care of her
figure. Her belly was flat, her hips flared and he thought theyíd
make a perfect cushion for a manís thrusting pelvis.

They perched on bar stools and surveyed the steadily increasing
frenzy in the room. Supriya looked at Hari out of the corner of
her eye. He was watching the people with bemused expression. Heís
dishy, she thought, very dishy. Tall and dark, very good looking
with a square jaw, clean-shaven, a strong, lean nose and deep-set
dark eyes, thick, curly hair swept back. His mouth was slim and
wide and sexy. His body was terrific. The shoulders sprawled, the
neck was thick with muscle. The chest looked wide and deep and
hard with slabs of strength, the belly flat and tough. His torso
tapered to a narrow waist and high hips and his legs and arms were
long and full of thick, round bunches of muscle. He was dressed
casually, in soft leather shoes, dark pleated trousers of
exquisite cut, a light blue shirt and paisley printed tie under a
blazer. He wore no jewelry at all. His wrist watch was a quiet,
flat Patek Phillipe with a simple black leather strap. There was
nothing ostentatious about him, and yet his persona was
compelling. She found him incredibly sexy.

Supriya had a strong and uninhibited sexual instinct and had
several lovers since her mid teens. Karan was only the latest in a
long string of studs to share her bed. She had met him recently on
a business trip. He was a model, and they happened to be in the
same hotel in a strange city. Their affair was young and, so far,
she had enjoyed it. He was a good lover and he didnít hassle her.
But Hari was something else. A real man. Powerful, handsome,
strong. She wanted a lover like this.

They sat in silence, looking at the room. Couples gyrated to the
music, jigging and twisting energetically by the huge speakers. A
man began stripping the woman on the coffee table. Supriya watched
him pull off the womanís dress and grope her breasts. A
manservant came by with a tray of canapés. He had a raging
erection that he couldnít hide. His penis made a tent in the
crotch of his tight white trousers. He was a good-looking young man with a handsome face and a slim, attractive body. He came to
her and offered her the tray. His eyes were glassy, his nostrils
flared, his lips parted. She waved him away. She spotted another
servant, and another. Both were attractive. Their crotches bulged.

A sound from the group by the coffee table drew her attention
again. Somebody had produced a dildo-vibrator. The woman on the
table was masturbating furiously, moaning and crying out. Her body
heaved and writhed. She plunged the huge thing in and out of her
cunt, her hands and arms taut with tension, jerking back and
forth. Two or three women joined the group to watch. One of them
unbuttoned a manís fly and bent her head over his lap and began
sucking his cock hungrily, her head bobbing rapidly over his lap.
Another woman pulled open her blouse and sat on a young manís lap.
He sucked her breasts and began finger-fucking her. She moaned
loudly and fumbled for his penis, moving it between her naked
thighs to her evidently wet slit.

Someone in the group beckoned to a servant. The servant bent over,
the man said something to him, the servant nodded and grinned. He
was a young, dark, good-looking guy with a lean body. He set down
his tray and undid his trousers and dropped them in a puddle to
his feet. His cock was long and thick and dark, better than any
Supriya had known in a while. The servant reached forward and took
the vibrator from the masturbating woman. He knelt between the
womanís legs and began masturbating her. With his free hand, he
jerked his cock. It ballooned rapidly, growing to immense
proportions. The watching women looked at it with naked lust.

"My god, what a cock," one of them moaned.

"Yeah ... these servants have the best pricks. They make the best

"Tell me about it, Sheela!" One of the men laughed. "You sleep
with them all, donít you?"

The woman laughed. "But of course, darling. What can I do with a
husband whoíd rather be playing golf?"

"But you said you play too?"

The woman snorted. "Sure. The difference is he uses a stick to put
balls in a hole. I get balls to put a stick in my hole."

The group groaned in mock despair at the awful joke and turned
back to the servant and the woman on the table. The servant slid
the vibrator out of her cunt. She moaned and her hands went down
between his legs to take his cock, tugging it to her cunt. The
servant thrust his hips forward suddenly and rammed his cock deep
into her cunt, with a loud cry, his head jerking back.


The woman cried out, the breath whooshing from her as his cock
slammed deep and hard into her cunt. The spectators guffawed and
cheered. The womanís hips bucked and lurched upward and her body
twisted and writhed and her face contorted in a rictus of lust.
Her legs rose and wound about his hips. He started to fuck her
with hard, strong thrusts. The crowd cheered and applauded. Hari
recognised the woman as a model who played the housewife in a
popular detergent ad.

Hari touched her elbow. "Supriya. Look."

She turned to Karan and Neha. Karan had opened her blouse fully
and she had unzipped his trousers. They were kissing, his hands
mauling her breasts, her fingers around his cock. She tongued his
ear lasciviously and he slid his hands under her skirt and flipped
it up over her hips. She was naked under it. As they watched, Neha
slithered to her knees before Karan and began sucking his penis.
He groaned and fucked her face, rocking her head back and forth
with one hand, his hips pumping. She sucked him harder and harder,
her head rolling and twisting, her tongue snaking and slithering
over his cock.

"Hey Neha!" someone bellowed across the room. "Remember

She looked up and giggled. "How could I forget? Four at a time!"

"Yeah, and me in Pondicherry!" someone else said. "And again

"Maybe, if youíre nice to me," she taunted.

Karan laughed and pulled her head back to his cock. Supriya and
Hari watched in silence as she sucked him vigorously. He groaned
in joy, then pulled her to her feet. They kissed and she undid his
trousers and they dropped to his knees. He caught her buttocks and
she spread her legs and hopped up in his hands, her legs winding
about his thighs, her arms around his shoulders.

"Fuck me," they heard her say. "Fuck me hard, Karan ... fuck my

His buttocks flexed and she gasped, her head arching back. Karan
began fucking her rapidly, his buttocks twitching, flexing,
unflexing, jerking and thudding back and forth. Nehaís voice was
loud and sharp and ragged. Her body snapped and jerked against the
wall. Her head was flung back, her eyes closed. Karan slammed his
hips back and forth. His cock ran hard and deep into her cunt.

"Yes yes yes yes yes Ohhhhh yes baby yes ... fuck me ... fuck me
harder címon you bastard shove it in yes Ohhh yes ... yes ohhh god
yes ..."

"Take it ... take it whore ... take my cock ... take it you bitch
... mm yeh ... ohhhh yes yes ... Ohhh god yes ..." Karan groaned.

They finished quickly, gasping and groaning. Neha leaned against
the wall, catching her breath. Her skirt was still up around her
hips, her cunt naked for all to see, her blouse wide open. Karan
jerked up his trousers. She dropped her skirt and pulled her
blouse together. They moved away from the wall. As they passed,
Neha grinned at Karan.

"I want one of these servants," she said aloud.

Karan laughed. "Three of us?"

"Yes, like Ooty, remember, with the waiter, what was his name?"


"Yeah, right. Selvy."

"No, not like that. Like this," he mimicked her in mid-orgasm, "Oh
Selvy-Selvy-Selvy yes Ohhh yes!"

Neha laughed and punched his arm affectionately. "Come on, idiot.
Letís find me a servant-cock."

They moved away, and Neha looked over her shoulder at Hari and
winked wickedly. Hari shook his head with a weary smile.

"Letís get out of here," he sighed.

"Yes." Her voice was low and curiously husky.

He turned to her and smiled gently. "Want to go out?"

"Whatís the choice?"

"We could just go and sit quietly in another room."

"Or?" She said, sliding off the bar stool and putting down her

"We could go someplace and fuck."

She smiled. "That sounds better. All this is making me horny."

"Really? I find it boring."

"I thought itíd turn you on."

"Nope. No soul."

She didnít answer.

"Itís a bit stupid, if you know what I mean. I think they do it
just to be different. It has a hint of depraved desperation to

"I donít know. It has a compelling hungriness to it."

"Thatís true. But if these people ordinarily enjoyed greater
sexual freedom, they probably wouldnít feel the need for this."

"And I take it that you enjoy that sexual liberty?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

"You fuck around?"


"Outside marriage?"

"Oh, yes certainly."

"Your wife ... sorry, what did you say her name was?"

"Actually, I didnít. Neha."

"Neha. She doesnít mind?"

"Not in the least. She canít afford to." He smiled. "No, Iím no
chauvinist androcrat. Just that she has the same freedom herself.
As you saw."

He studied her quietly. "Youíre uncomfortable about this."

"No, not really," she said. "I mean, I have my lovers, too. Itís
just that itís, well, unusual. Especially in this country."

He laughed. "You couldnít be more wrong, Supriya. Donít forget, we
have a history of sex, several hundred years of it. The Kama
Sutra, Khajuraho and all that."

She smiled. "Youíre probably right. I suppose the urban middle
class is no gauge."

"None at all. And youíre wrong even there. You should see the
things they do, in all those squalid *chawls* and *bastis*."

"But that still doesnít explain this ... this frenzy ..."

"No, it doesnít," he agreed. "Iím just saying that itís wrong to
see Indians as puritans. Theyíre not, by and large. But these
people arenít doing it for pleasure. At least, not pleasure as we
understand it."

"What then?"

He looked at her quietly. "You know, these people are absurdly
lonely. And their loneliness scares them. They need this kind of
thing to feel that they belong, that theyíre wanted. It gives them
a sense of identity. Itís like being a member of a club."

"Possible," she said nodding slowly. "That makes sense."

"And itís certainly a salve to their inferiority complexes."


"It gives them that heady feeling of power. Take that guy, for
instance, the one who got the servant to fuck the woman on the
table. Sheís his boss, by the way, and heís got his job only
because she likes being fucked by him. She treats him like
dogshit. This is his way of flexing muscle and restoring his
self-image. Itís pathetic."

"You object to women keeping men?"

"Not at all. Itís necessary. Even if theyíre only playthings.

"Then whatís the objection?"

"The fact that these women treat the men like dirt. Itís okay to
be casual about sex, to do it for the physical release. Actually,
I think thatís the best kind of sex. Whenís itís unfettered by
silly adolescent notions of love and all that kind of thing. But
when the women treat the men like a pair of shoes, to be used till
theyíre scuffed and then pitched out -- that I detest. You just
canít treat human beings like that."

"Although the relationship is merely sexual?"

"Especially then. Incidentally, I donít think thereís anything
Ďmereí about sex. Itís very important, very precious."

"What is? Just sex, with anyone at all, or sex with someone

"Just sex. I thrive on sex. It justifies my existence. The people
donít matter."

"I thought you just said they did."

"What I said is that it doesnít matter whom you fuck, so long as
itís good for both of you, and neither treats the other like

"Complete equality?"

"Thatís right."

"For both."


She laughed. "Well, I must say, I find that extraordinary."


"Yes," she continued. "Oh I agree with everything you said. But
itís not often one finds a man sensitive enough to understand.
Generally, itís a feminine sensibility."

"You speak from experience, of course," he said grinning slyly.

She smiled. "Donít be clever. But, since you ask, yes, in fact, I
do. Karanís only the latest in a long line. Since I was sixteen,

"And how did the others end?"

She shrugged. "Badly for me, usually. The men walked out. Only a
couple stayed friends."

"Thatís too bad."

"Itís okay. Iím a survivor. I have my friends."

"And lovers?"

"And lovers," she laughed.

"And Karan, how does he feel about your old lovers coming back?"

"I honestly donít know. Weíve never talked about it."

"Why not?"

"Oh, we have this understanding. He doesnít have a place to stay
in Bombay, so I let him use mine free. In return, he has to fuck
me when I want him to. Beyond that, heís free to do his thing and
I mine. When I donít want him heís free to fuck anyone else and so
am I."

"And what is it you do?"

"Market research." She named a leading agency and said she was its
chief executive.

He nodded. He had heard of it. Highly respected, with high powered

"You must travel a great deal."

"I do. Thatís where I pick up old threads. Sometimes we even have
dinner or a drink."

He laughed. "Thatís quite liberated, too. Your friends must enjoy
your visits."

"Oh yes. Even the married ones. Iím very good in bed, actually."

He looked at her with an amused expression. "Is that so?" he
drawled softly.

"So they say."

"Do you want to join one of these groups?"

She shook her head. "Not now, no. Maybe later. Iíve done it often
enough in the past. I prefer the slower variety now. But your wife seems to enjoy it."

He laughed. "Oh she does, immensely. Frankly, sheís a bit of a
nympho. A fabulous piece of ass. One of the best."

"What about you?"

He looked at her steadily for a moment before answering. "Iím
exceptionally good in bed."

Supriya felt a frisson of excitement. There was no hubris in his
tone, just a quiet confidence. She readily believed it. He must be
an extraordinary lover.

Hari nudged her and pointed to the dining table across the room.
Neha was stark naked, on her back on the table between the flower
arrangements and crockery and cutlery. Her hips were at the edge
of the table, her legs spread wide. A servant was between her
legs, his head thrust into her crotch, tongue-fucking her. They
heard her moan loudly. Her hips bucked and writhed. She clenched
his hair with one hand, moving his head around in her crotch. With
her other hand, she squeezed her breasts in excitement. Karan,
another servant, and several men and women stood around watching.
The men had dropped their trousers and were masturbating their
enormous erections. The women were stripping slowly, fondling
their breasts and cunts. As they watched, the servant lifted his
head and shuffled forward between Nehaís legs. He held them high
and wide on either side of his broad chest. She fumbled for his

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard!"

The man chortled and squeezed his cock into her cunt. She gasped
and arched under him. He groaned and they saw him flex his
buttocks slowly, driving his cock deep into her. She whimpered
happily. The man began to fuck her with steady back-and-forth

"As you see," Hari murmured. "Neha and I are have our preferences.
She enjoys this kind of thing, I donít much. I prefer to enjoy my
lovers slowly, too, when I can."

"Canít you always?"

He looked at her and smiled. "Sadly no. My work, you see."

"Whatís that? Your work, I mean."

"Iím sorry, I should have explained."

"Yes. So what do you do?"

"I fuck."

"Iím sorry?"

"I fuck," he repeated, his eyes lingering on hers. "Thatís my job.
To fuck women."

"Youíre ..."

"No," he laughed. "Iím not a gigolo. Though I do hire myself out
occasionally, for kicks. I do porno films."

She stared at him, astonished.

"Sorry, does that bother you?"

She shook her head. "No, not at all. Go on ... you were saying

"Mm? Oh yes, my work. Yes, Iím a porno-film stud. I also do shoots
for porno magazines, live shows, that kind of thing."

"Thatís your full time job?"

"No. Only part. Increasingly, Iím sorry to say, a small part. I
work for the firm that produces these things. Weíre quite big.
Heard of Hedon & Venery?"

"Good god, yes. I have all their videos and magazines. I use their
products constantly."

"Which ones?"

"The drugs, the dildos."

"Ever used their room services? At the bordello?"

"The Apistia. Certainly. At least twice a week."

"I work there, too."

"But weíve never met!"

"We have a lot of men on call. Whoís your favourite?"

"Oh, theyíre all fantastic. Kishore and Jayant are the best,
though. Absolutely unbelievable. I once had them both together."

"Must have cost you a packet."

"It was worth every damn penny," she laughed. "Iíve never had so
many orgasms in one night. You actually work for Hedon &

"Yes. Chief of Operations."

"And what does that involve, exactly?"

He smiled. "I make sure that everything runs smoothly. That our
clientele gets what it pays for, audiences get the best movies and
shows and the reading public gets the steamiest magazines going."

"A hands-on job, is it?"

He laughed. "Yes, frequently. Thank god."

Then he looked at her steadily. "I also oversee recruitment."

She held his eyes. "Is that so?" she murmured.

"Yes, it is."

"Do you take volunteers?" she asked softly.

"I have the discretion to test them, yes."

"Would you like to exercise that discretion?"

"With you?"


"With pleasure."

"That, I guarantee," she laughed.

"Weíll see," he smiled. "Weíll see."

"Come on, then."

"After you. Please."

By now the floor of the living room was a tangle of writhing,
gasping, heaving bodies. The servant had abandoned the woman on
the coffee table. Now, she was on the floor on all fours, sucking a manís cock while another fucked her cunt furiously from behind.
The servant himself was locked in a sixty-nine with another woman.

Three men were fucking an attractive young model together. She
couldnít have been more than nineteen. She was slender and lovely
in her nakedness. Her face twisted in agony as one of the men,
lying on his back on the floor, forced her anus onto his cock. A
second man shuffled between her forked legs. She protested,
whimpering. He grunted and pressed his cock-head to her cunt and
told her to relax and kissed her. Her cunt-lips opened and he
squeezed his cock into her. The girl screamed thinly. The two men began to fuck her together, their cocks sawing in and out of her
cunt and ass alternately. Her body jerked and thrashed between
theirs. She turned her face to the third man who thrust his cock
into her mouth.

Across the room, Neha was half twisted on her side, her upper leg
raised high, while another servant fucked her cunt brutally. She
gasped and moaned, jerking and snapping under his thrusts. He went
faster and a man stepped forward and pushed his cock at her mouth.
She began to suck it greedily.

Hari and Supriya walked across the room. They entered a long
corridor lined with books and video films, many of them classics
of pornography. Hari noticed several titles from Hedon &
Veneryís film and publishing divisions.

The house had three bedrooms. In the first, a young man was on his
back, two women in stages of undress beside him. Another, naked,
was astride his groin, his cock stuck deep in her slit, her head
flung back. The boy had a lewd look on his grinning face. He was
good looking and well built, evidently the servant with the
monster cock. Hari estimated it to be ten inches long and
correspondingly thick. The woman was moaning and keening, rocking
back and forth, her buttocks writhing and grinding on his lap,
rising and falling eagerly. The boy had his hands on her breasts,
squeezing them hard, chuckling and chortling, calling her *whore,
bitch, slut*. The woman bucked madly, her voice ragged. Another
woman moaned softly and slid onto the bed and straddled the
youthís face. He thrust his tongue up into her cunt and she
gasped, arching, her hands on her breasts. The woman riding his
cock bent forward and kissed the newcomer. A bearded man groaned
as his companion dropped to her knees and took his cock in her
mouth. After several minutes, the trio on the bed broke apart. The
woman whoíd had her cunt licked turned on all fours and the
servant rammed his enormous cock into her. She cried out, her body
jerking forward, her heavy breasts jiggling. The other woman knelt
behind him and began to lick his balls and anus. The boy groaned
and slammed his hips rapidly back and forth, his huge cock
squelching and rasping into the womanís cunt.

In the next room, they found a naked couple. The woman was on her
back, the man bent over her, fucking her furiously. They didnít
even look up. The manís buttocks bobbed and pumped, rocking
feverishly up and down, his short, thick cock stabbing deep into
the woman. She gasped and arched writhing in delight, moaning
aloud. Her breasts wobbled under his thrusts and she squeezed them
in a frenzy, crying out loudly.

"Yes! Ohhhh baby yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me harder! Címon! Do

Her lover began ramming and reaming savagely into her cunt. Her
body whipped on the bed. The man levered her thighs open with his
knees and plunged savagely into her, making her scream thinly. His
buttocks flexed and unflexed rapidly and his cock plunged in and
out of her visibly wet cunt.

They heard a babble of voices behind them and returned to the
first bedroom. Neha had come in with another servant and Karan.
The trio on the bed had broken apart. One of the women who had
just been fucked by the servant was now with the bearded man. He
bent over her, his buttocks bobbing, his thick cock glistening in
and out of her cunt. The other two women had found a dildo and
were locked in a lesbian embrace. They kissed passionately, and
one of them forced the thick, long dildo into the otherís cunt.
Neha went up to the servant with the big penis and kissed him
hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, one hand around his
shoulders, the other on his cock.

"I want this one," she murmured. "I want this cock. Fuck me with
it ... ram my cunt with it!"

Behind her, the other servant pressed his cock to her buttocks and
put his arms around her to squeeze her breasts. She groaned and
slipped to her knees before them. The two erect penises quivered
in front of her face. She began to suck them greedily. They were
big and dark and her face was distended with their size. She
moaned and whimpered, her pointed tongue rolling over their
cock-heads, jerking and sucking them alternately, then together.
She turned to Karan, who was grinning and masturbating. Hari noted
Karanís fine physique. Neha would enjoy herself. She took his cock
in her mouth and began to suck him hard. Her fists and lips were
soon sticky with his gunk, his dark cock big and erect and hard
and long, throbbing in her hands. He held her head in his hands
and moved it rapidly back and forth, fucking her face. The two
servants pawed her body and she fondled their cocks and testicles,
releasing Karan to suck the others for a while. Karan chuckled

"Great piece of ass, heh?" he said to the servants, who grinned

The three men stood with their heads bowed, watching her suck them
off. Then a servant grabbed and fucked her face rapidly, jerking
her head furiously back and forth, pumping his hips. Karan pushed
his cock in her mouth again.

"Ohhh yeh baby yeh ... mm yeh ... suck it ohhhh god yes ..." he

As Hari and Supriya watched, all four moved to the bed. One of the
men lay down and Neha bent over his lap, on her knees, her
buttocks thrust back. She took one cock in her mouth and called
for the other servant to fuck her cunt hard. He chuckled and knelt
behind her and squeezed her penis into the dark cleft between her
buttocks. With a loud cry, he slammed his hips forward and buried
his penis in her cunt. Nehaís head whipped up and she cried out
sharply, her face distending with joy. She took the first
servantís penis in her mouth again and began to suck him

Behind her, the man fucked her savagely, holding her slender hips
and jerking her back and forth on his penis, slamming his hips at
her buttocks. He came hard, spattering her buttocks with his jizz and Karan took his place. Just then, the man under her came in her
mouth, and she opened her lips wide and caught his jizz on her
tongue. It splashed on her face and breasts.

"OHH baby yes ... oh god yes ... fuck me ... ohhh yes!" she cried

"UNNNHHHHHH! OH-UNHHHHHHHHHH!" he gasped as he swung his hips and
spiralled into her, skewering her cunt.

He fucked her steadily, holding her hips, rocking his hips
rhythmically back and forth, his cock going in and out of her
pussy. She rocked on all fours before him. The thin gold chain
around her neck swung with their thrusts. He squeezed her breasts hard. She moaned joyously.

"Oh god Karan oh god oh god oh god oh god ohhh baby yes yes ohhh
god yes thatís it baby yes ... do it baby yes ... Mm, yeh ohhhh
yeh yeh yeh ... do it lover ... fuck my cunt mm, yes ... OHHHHhh
yes thatís it ... oh baby that feels so good ... yes OHHhh yes!"

"Take it ... take it ... take it bitch ... take it Neha ... take
it ohh god oh baby oh baby yes yes ... ohhh baby yeh ... mm, yeh
ohhh god yeh ... god, youíre so hot ... so tight ... so good yeh
ohhh Neha take it bitch ... mm yehhhh thatís it uhh AHHHHHHH!"
Karan gasped in reply.

The two servants had pried apart the writhing lesbians on the
floor and were fucking them vigourously from behind, lying on
their side. The women moaned with lust.

Supriya was riveted by the sight. She turned to Hari with a soft

"Hari ... Iím hot ... fuck me ...," she whimpered.

They hurried to the third bedroom and he bolted the door. Supriya
flung herself at him, kissing him hungrily, thrusting her tongue
into his mouth, squeezing her breasts against his chest, pressing
her loins to his.

"Hey, hey, slow down!" he laughed. "Weíre alone. No need to rush.
Besides, itís against our rules."

"What rules?"

"Standard operating procedure at Hedon & Venery. Take your
time on a field test."

"Is that all I am to you? Just a field test?"

"Absolutely. Now youíre just another piece of ass, good for a

"And no promises."


"Just a good fuck."

"I donít know about the good bit -- yet."

"Iím good."

"I intend to find out."

"Thank god for that."

He drew her close, an arm over her shoulder. Her breath was sweet
and warm. She wore a musky, erotic perfume that suited her
admirably. Her lips parted slowly as her head inclined to his. His
lips met hers, plucked at her lips, fled, returned, held. He
sucked gently on her lower lip. He slid his tongue into her mouth,
fencing against hers, running his over her teeth and under her
lips, over her gums. She responded hungrily.

"You realise that by now weíre the most overdressed couple in this

"Not for long," he grinned. "At least, I hope not."

"You do not hope in vain," she murmured.

She began to undress him, taking off his blazer and tie, undoing
the buttons of his shirt. They kicked off their footwear. He
cupped her breasts and found them swollen and hot, turgid. Her
nipples were rigid. He squeezed her breasts gently, making her
moan deep in her throat.

She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and off his shoulders.
His body was superbly contoured, ridged with muscle and thick veins. His skin was stretched taut over the musculature, almost
translucent. His torso was totally hairless, incredibly sexy. He
rucked up her *kurta*, sliding his hands over her breasts, making
her tremble. Stepping back slightly, she crossed her arms and
pulled the *kurta* off her head and shrugged off her bra. Her
breasts were lovely, large and firm and round with large dark
aureoles and thick, long, stiff nipples.

She jerked the cord of her *churidar*; it rustled to her feet. She
bent and tugged off her panties and stepped naked to him. He
stroked her naked buttocks and breasts and back in mounting
excitement. Her fingers crawled under the waistband of his
trousers. Her fingertips coiled around the base of his shaft.

"Mm, nice and big," she murmured throatily. "Nice and big."

He grinned. She undid his trousers. His cock was nine inches long
limp, an inch thick, with heavy, low balls. He had shaved his
balls and the cock-shaft down to the hilt. Another SOP of Hedon
& Venery for all studs. Anacalypsis Productions, Hedon &
Veneryís film division insisted that it made for better close-up
footage when the cocks went into cunts and assholes. Supriya
dropped to her knees and cupped it in her hands.

"Itís beautiful," she murmured thickly. "Iím going to love this!"

Hari watched with amusement as Supriya fondled his cock, caressing
her face with it, peppering it with kisses. Moaning deeply, she
began to masturbate him, jerking his penis slowly. His cock began
to swell and harden in her hands. She rolled the foreskin back and
her lips, already parted, now widened and her long tongue snaked
out and swirled about his cock-head. Hari gasped sharply, sucking in his breath. Flames of pleasure shot through him, flickered at
his loins. She was damned good.

"Mm ... yeh ... suck it ... yes ... thatís it ... keep going bitch
keep sucking my cock ... Ohhh yes ... mm ... thatís nice ... mm
... thatís it ... yes ..." he murmured approvingly.

Her head tilted from side to side as she licked and kissed his
penis and balls. Her tongue coiled about his cock-head again,
rapped at his glans, swirled rapidly over his cock-head, rippled
down his shaft, over his balls, up again. Then her lips enveloped
his cock-head and part of his shaft and she began to suck him off.

"Mm ... yeh ... ohhh yeh baby ... suck it ... mm yes ... thatís it
... ohhhhh thatís good ... mm ... yes ... suck it bitch ... suck
my prick ... god yes!" Hari gasped, flinging his head back.

He fucked her face, rocking her head gently back and forth with
his hand, relishing the wonderful warm moistness of her mouth. Her
electric tongue swirled and coiled incessantly over his gorged
cock-head, her fist pumping his shaft. She ducked her head and
sucked his balls one by one. Her tongue contoured over his large
testicles. He bent his head, aroused further by the sight of her
lips encasing his cock-head and his shaft, slip-sliding up and
down his cock. It gleamed, dark and hard and long, shining and
throbbing, glistening with his pre-cum gunk now. Hari stretched
his arms and fondled her swollen breasts and hard nipples, making
her squirm. He caressed her face, the nape of her neck, pulling
her head further forward, thrusting more of his cock into her. The
musky odour and tangy taste of his semen aroused her and she
thrust a hand between her legs, arched a finger into her slit and
began to masturbate.

He noticed and fucked her face harder and deeper, his hips jerking
rapidly back and forth, rocking her head swiftly toward his
crotch. She whimpered deep in her throat as it filled her mouth.
It pulsed ominously under her tongue and he pulled her to her
feet. They kissed again, and he could taste himself on her lips.
Her breasts crushed hot and fat against him. Her nipples scraped
against his hard chest and she writhed against him, his cock hard
against her belly.

"Hari," she gasped, "fuck me ... fuck me hard ... quickly ..."

He seated her at the edge of the bed with her legs over the side.
He knelt between her split thighs and fingered her slit. She
moaned deep in her throat when he kissed her again. He cupped and
weighed the big, swollen luscious mounds of her breasts. He bent
his head, squeezed one succulent breast in his fingers and dragged
his thick, rough tongue out heavily over her nipple.

"OHHHHH OHHHHH!" she gasped, tensing in excitement.

He drew the nipple into his mouth and scraped it across his teeth
and gums, flicking it this way and that with his tongue, rubbing
it across the roof of his mouth. He sucked on it sharply, making
her gasp and fling her head back. He let go, sucked again, let go,
sucked harder. Supriya groaned, panting. He moved to the other
breast and toyed with the nipple, sucking it, then slowly
releasing it, sucking harder and harder. The sensation was
exquisite. Her nipples throbbed.

"OHHHH UNHH OHHH!" she moaned.

He squeezed her heavy breasts together and sucked on both nipples
simultaneously. Supriya gasped, arching hard, her head whipping
back, her mouth tearing open, a jagged, sore cry erupting from her

"OHHHHHHH yes-yes-yes!" she gasped.

He moved lower and, moaning and gasping, she slid onto her back on
the bed, spreading her legs wide. His tongue traced a tantalising
line downward, through her navel, dipping lower still. He nuzzled
her cunt-fuzz; Supriya trembled; her hips twitched and jerked up
at his face. Dewdrops of cunt-juice glistened on her pubic hair
and sodden cunt-lips and the tender flesh within. She clawed her
cunt-lips wide.

"Oh god yes ... lick it ... suck my slit ... come on baby ... eat
my cunt ..." she begged, her voice throaty and sexy.

Hariís tongue swirled into her cunt. Supriya gasped, and her back
arched. The breath hissed from her throat, and her head jerked to
one side. She moaned loudly, her hands flying to her breasts,
squeezing them hard in a frenzy of lust, tweaking and pinching her
rigid nipples. Her fingers entwined in his hair, pinning him to
her pumping loins. Her body flushed and she felt the first sexy
trickle of sweat in her cleavage. His tongue was wonderful in her
slit, probing deep, his lips sucking on her inflamed clitoris, his
sharp teeth nibbling on it, making her cry in joy. Her body
arched, her mouth tore open in a cry of joy.

"OHHHH Hari-Hari-Hari yes oh god yes oh yes yes oh god yes!" she
moaned, her groin lurching up to his face.

Her hips ground under his face. She clenched his hair and kept his
face pinned between her trembling thighs. His tongue was utterly
relentless, rippling like fire through her crack, flickering like
lightning against her swollen clitoris, running up and down,
lapping at the thick, heady juices that flowed in a heavy stream.
She moaned and whimpered, her head rolling ecstatically on her
shoulders, crying out as he pushed her to the brink of an orgasm.

"Yes Ohhhhh uhhh OHHH yes yes OHHH god yes!" she cried.

Abruptly, he stopped, denying her satisfaction. Supriya gasped in

"God, donít ... stop!" she cried angrily. "Donít stop now, you

He chuckled. She was really quite good, great goods, a worthy
fuck. Almost as good as the young film star he had filmed in
audition last week, what was her name, Juhi. Now there was
something exceptional -- that face, that body, that laugh ... that
hunger for sex ... He had enjoyed his sex with her after the

"Now bitch ... feel my meat!" he growled aloud, driven by the

He knelt between her split legs, lifted her thighs in his hands
and pulled them apart. She reached down and pulled her cunt-lips
wide for him.

"Yes ... címon Hari ... put it in ... all of it ... I want your
cock ..." she begged.

He chuckled. Slowly, he guided his cock to her hole and squeezed
the enormous cock-head through the sodden portals of her cunt. It
squeezed past her wet cunt-lips and the thick, bulging cock-head
popped into her cunt-flesh. At the first blazing touch of his cock
in her cunt, Supriya arched in shock and delirious joy, gasping

"UHHHHh ... OHHhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

Her cunt spasmed on his cock, a hot, wet, tight vice and Hari
flung his head back and gasped in delight. Her cunt was wonderful.
His buttocks flexed and he thrust forward, sinking into her soft
cunt-flesh. The enormity of his penis seared into her and Supriya
moaned in delight, her head arching.

"OHHHhhh yes ... god yes yes ... címon Hari ... shove it all in
yes ... OHHHHHH yes baby ... thatís it ... mm ... god youíre so
big ... so hard ... fuck me lover ... Oh god in heaven yes!"

He continued to thrust into her, squeezing inch by glorious inch
into her flesh. His buttocks flexed slowly as he went in deeper
still. Embedded finally in her flesh, he paused to savour the
exquisite heat of her cunt and its powerful contractions on his
invading penis. Her hips writhed and ground in slow, heavy
circles, her cunt spasming on his cock. His face craned in delight
and he groaned at the wet heat of her slit. Beneath him, Supriya
moaned, her face contorted in a rictus of lust, her back bowed
taut. Her fingers cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Hari moaned
loudly. Supriya whimpered, her body bathed in sweat, her head
rolling languorously from shoulder to shoulder. She squeezed her
turgid breasts hard, rolling them under her palms.

"Címon Hari ... fuck me ... fuck me hard," she muttered.

His cock was wonderful within her, rock hard and burning hot; she
could feel it throb and pulsate inside her flesh. She wound her
legs about his back and swung her hips in a hard circle, mashing
her own cunt-flesh with his pestle. She gasped as his thick shaft
rasped over her inflamed clitoris. He grunted in delight.

"Ohhhhh baby yes ..." he grunted.

He levered her thighs wider and her legs unwound, her feet rising.
His belly drew in and his buttocks unflexed as he slowly slid out
of her, pulling out till only the very tip of his penis remained
inside her. She gasped as his massive cock ground out, the
thick-veined, rough-skinned shaft rasping against her clitoris. He
held himself out of her for a long moment, and she moaned, her
cunt arching upward hungrily. Slowly he thrust into her again,
grinding down with a fierce roll of his hips, entering her from
all angles. Supriya cried out, her head jerking and craning to one
side, her back arching steeply, her face twisting as the huge cock
went in and in and in, probing the deepest recesses of her cunt.

He began to fuck her slowly, rocking his hips in a measured
rhythm. His cock glistened and shone as it emerged and disappeared
into her cunt. His buttocks flexed and unflexed. The gargantuan
penis throbbed and pulsed in and out of her spasming cunt. He
fucked her unhurriedly. Her cunt was a fiery glove, enveloping
him. His cock was magnificent. She moaned deliriously, her head
flipping from side to side in ecstasy, her hands on her breasts,
squeezing and crushing the heavy mounds. Her hips moved with his,
pumping heavily, heaving up at his in naked lust. Hari arched his
handsome head and began moving faster. His trim, slender hips
rocked back and forth, snapping at the waist, his buttocks flexing
and unflexing rhythmically.

Supriya cried out, and her body jerked and snapped back and forth
with his thrusts, her back bowing with every lunge. Her swollen
breasts jiggled, the gold chain around her neck tossed and
slithered on her dusky skin. Faster and faster he went, and
started to ram-fuck her, slamming his hips forward, his balls
swinging up against her cunt-lips. He put his hand on her belly,
pinning her down as she thrashed under him. The bed heaved and
bucked. Supriyaís breasts throbbed, the nipples quivering nuthard.
Supriya loved being fucked like this. His cock was relentless,
plowing in, sliding out, thrusting in hard and deep and fast, over
and over again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

Sweat glistened and splintered off their bodies. Their cries rose.
Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably; his penis was impossibly big. Its
heat scorched her cunt.

"OHHHHhh ... uhhh ... OH god oh god oh god oh god oh god ohhhhh
uhhhh OHHHH ... uhhh ... OHHHHHh ... yes oh yes oh yes ohhh god
yes ohhhhhh uhhh OHHHHHh uhh yehbabyyesohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

"Mm ... Uhhhhh ... Unhhhhhh ... UNhhhhhhh ... UNH-UNh-Unh ohhh yeh
take it cunt ... mm ... yeh ... thatís it ... take it bitch ...
yeh ... take it ohhh yes take it bitch ... címon you whore ...
take my cock Ohhh yeh!" he growled.

The violent language excited her even more.

"UNH-UNH-HUH-UNH-HUH-UNH-UH-UNH-UNH!"she cried, her fleshy body
heaving frantically on the bed.

Faster and faster he moved, jerking his hips savagely back and
forth, his thrusts shorter, deeper, harder. His cock pistoned and
rocketed furiously in and out of her cunt, his hard shaft mashing
her swollen clitoris. His buttocks flexed and unflexed, his hips
swinging like a trip- hammer.

The door slammed open. A couple stumbled in, very drunk. They
stopped, gasped, staring at Hari and Supriya.

"Fuck, check it out!" the guy said.

"Oh my god ... oh my god!" the girl moaned.

Hari grinned at them over his shoulder and moved faster still, his
hips rocking furiously back and forth, snapping and jerking.
Supriya gasped and moaned, thrashing deliriously beneath him, her
body jerking and lurching with his thrusts. The couple stared and
then stumbled out. Hari hadnít broken his rapid fire rhythm for a
second. Supriya spun out of control. A thunderous tidal wave of an
orgasm crashed over her. Her body arched stiff and hard, every
fibre tensed, her mouth drawing wide in a soundless cry, her face
contorted, suffused with passion, tendons popping in her neck, her
fingers clawing at him. Her cunt gripped his penis like a vice,
and Hari cried out, wincing. She mauled her breasts in a frenzy.
Hari slowed, but kept stroking steadily in and out of her. He
watched her face with delight. She was truly a worthy piece of
ass. At last she subsided with a shuddering moan, and he skewered
her slowly, rocking to a standstill deep within her flesh. Her
eyes snapped open with shock, incredulous at finding him still
rock-hard inside her, that he hadnít come.

"God, Hari," she gasped, her chest heaving. "That was fantastic!"

He chuckled. "Not done yet, cunt. Plenty more still. You game?"

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

He bent over her, kissing her, her heavy breasts crushed under his
hard, sweat-slippery chest. Rivers of sex-sweat coursed between
her breasts. He bent his head and lapped at them, drew his tongue
heavily over her nipple. Supriya whimpered. Her loins writhed
against his in renewed ardour. His cock throbbed steadily in her

Slowly, he slid out of her and moved up to straddle her chest. He
laid his erect cock between her breasts. She squeezed them into a
tight sheath over his cock. He began to fuck her breasts slowly,
grunting in delight. Her hard nipples raked his shaft. Her
breast-sheath was warm, moist, soft, heavy. His cock-head pranged
out at her chin, and she bent her head, her lips opening hungrily.
He slid higher and knelt over her face, pushing his cock to her
mouth. She took it in her mouth again, and sank back, sucking eagerly, taking even more of it. Gently, he fucked her mouth
again, bending over on all fours, his hips rising and falling, his
cock glistening as it went in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was
electric on his cock-head, her lips clamped firmly about his cock.
She sucked harder and harder.

"Mm ... yeh ... suck it bitch ... suck my cock!" Hari grunted.

She released him and shuffled lower, nuzzling between his strong
thighs. He spread them wider, knowing what she wanted. Her warm,
wet tongue slithered down the hard ridge under his balls to his
anus. He tensed, his balls throbbing, his cock pulsating. Her
tongue swirled into his anus and he gasped, flinging his head
back. His sphincter spasmed once, then yielded and her tongue
swirled into the muskiness of his asshole.

"OHHhhhhhhhhhh UHHhhh OHHHH!" he groaned.

She slithered up again, now lifting a breast-tip to his anus,
probing the puckered flesh with her rigid nipple. She took his
cock in her mouth again and now she slid a finger down to his
asshole. Once more, he yielded, and gently, she slid her fingertip
into his rear channel. He gasped in pleasure. She held it there
and sucked harder. He felt his spoot sizzle upward, clamouring for

"Come in my mouth, Hari," she muttered. "I want to swallow your

Tempted, he decided to yield. She sucked him hungrily, her head
rising and falling, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue manic. He
flung his head back, his hips bobbing over her face. He held her
head with one hand and rocked it rapidly up and down under his
hips. The heat burst. He gasped and she spluttered as he came. Her
lips parted and he bent his head to see his jizz spuming into her
mouth. He shook his cock and spattered her face and breasts with
gunk. She whimpered, licking her lips lasciviously, scooping
dribbling gunk from her chin and licking her fingers. Her lips
slid around his cock again. She caressed her breasts, massaging
the sticky mess of his gunk into her flesh.

Hari groaned softly, panting, his head bent, watching her suck his
cock. Gently, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, her
mouth glued to his penis. She sucked him faster, her head bobbing
over his lap. He jerked her face up and down over his bucking
loins, relishing the exquisite pleasure from her tongue and lips
and teeth. Her tongue worked his cock-head eagerly, coiling
cunningly around its contours.

He pulled her up. She slid up over him, straddling his body. Her
fuzzy cunt writhed against his throbbing penis. Amazingly, after
that copious orgasm, he was still hard and ready for more.
Kneeling astride his lap, she took his cock in one hand, and
maneuvered his cock-head to the portals of her cunt. With a
shuddering gasp, she let her cunt sink down onto his cock. He drew
his knees up behind her, and arched his hips. His swollen penis
speared up into her cunt. She moaned, her lips forming a wide ĎOí,
her face craning up, her eyes close, her face suffused with lust.
Her buttocks tensed as they drove down deeper and deeper, her cunt gobbling his cock greedily. She reared on her haunches, squeezing
her breasts in an erotic motion, rolling the luscious mounds under
her palms. Her tongue shot out and circled sensuously over her
upper lip.

"Ohhhhhh yes ... yes ... Ohhhhhh god yes!" she gasped.

He drew his hands down her back in a spidery line and she
trembled. He caressed her buttocks and she leaned forward, her big
breasts pendulous over his face, the gold chain brushing his lips.
He lifted his head and sucked on one breast, making her moan. He
gripped her buttocks and prised them open, his fingertip at her
asshole. Supriya gasped, and her hips ground against his loins.
Her sphincter spasmed, yielded and he inveigled his fingertip into
her rear channel. Supriya cried out. The sensation was
overpowering, with his cock filling her cunt, and his finger in
her asshole separated from his penis by the thinnest membrane of
flesh. He squeezed her breasts and began to buck his hips. She
leaned forward on her knuckles and began to rock over him.

They began to fuck rapidly. Her body swung back and forth, up and
down, her cunt sliding up the length of his cock then crashing
back down hard again. His hips pumped vigourously in unison with
hers. Faster and faster they went, her breasts swinging madly now,
the gold chain tossing on her chest. He gripped a breast with one
hand and squeezed hard, rolling it heavily in his palm and sucking sharply on it. She cried out, her head spinning, arching up, her
cunt slamming down hard as she rocked violently up to the crest of
another orgasm. He began to move even faster beneath her, tossing
her on his lap. She groaned and clapped her buttocks together
rapidly, squeezing his cock with her cunt. He felt her orgasm hit.
He held her and kept moving, prolonging her orgasm.

He held her still till he was done and then released her. She
collapsed, sweating and panting, moaning heavily. He held her
close, caressing her smooth back. They kissed gently. Slowly, she
eased herself off him. He cupped her breast as she leaned over
him, her face flushed and radiant.

"Ready for another?"

She looked astounded. "You mean you ... God, youíre incredible!"

He laughed. "Youíre not bad, yourself, whore ..."

"You mean it?"

"Yes, of course."

"What about ... what about ..."

"The casting couch? Not so fast, bitch. Hedon & Venery sets
high standards. I can recommend you, but you still have to do
their tests."

"I ... I want to ..."

"You canít, unless youíre recommended."

"Recommend me, then."

"Not yet. One more. At least. You par for the course?"

She wanted it more than anything else in the world. She looked at
him and nodded and he smiled and kissed her, cupping her breasts.

"Good. Suck my cock again ..."

She took his penis in her mouth again and sucked him steadily for
a long time. She really was very good at it. When he was ready to
fuck her, he pulled her up and turned her on all fours on the bed.
He moved behind her and pushed her back steeply forward, angling
her hips and buttocks upward. He prised them open and bent in a
deep half-squat behind her. Slowly, he squeezed his cock-head
between the luscious lobes of her buttocks and into her cunt.
Supriya gasped and lurched forward. He paused.

"How díyou want it, whore?" he grunted, leaning forward to crush
her pendulous breasts in his hands.

"Hard," she moaned. "Ram it in, Hari ... címon, do it!"

Chuckling, he took a deep breath and rammed his cock deep into
her, flexing his buttocks taut, slamming his hips forward. She
cried out, the breath driven from her body with thrust, her face
twisting in agony and lust, her cunt convulsing frantically on his
cock. He dug his fingers into her soft, round buttocks and flung
his head back.


"YEH TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT BITCH TAKE IT!" he cried and began to
ram-fuck her cunt, his hips hammering savagely back and forth, his
cock thundering and pistoning in and out of her cunt.

Supriya almost passed out with joy. His cock plundered and
pillaged her cunt, raping and reaming and rasping and ramming into
her, stroking in and out, driving her from one orgasm to another,
her body snapping and jerking, her big breasts jiggling and
bouncing. Faster and faster he went, and she didnít want him to
stop. She kept orgasming uncontrollably and he thrust into her
hard till at last he came, spewing lava hot spunk deep into her
slit. She collapsed, panting and gasping on the bed and he slid
slowly out of her and flopped beside her. She moaned and wriggled

"That was unbelievable. Thank you."

"Youíre welcome."

"Do I get the recommendation?"

"Greedy bitch."

"No. Horny cunt. Do I?"


"Oh good."

"Leave your card. Someone will contact you for your test."

"What does it involve?"

"Several things, in stages. The staff will tell you."

"Tell me."

"First, you do a strip and nude photo session. Then a video and
stills of you frigging, with fingers and then with dildos."

"No problem there."

"I can imagine. Then you do a video and a still shoot of a
straight fuck with a guy, one on one."


"Next is a gang-bang, to see how many you can take. On film and

"And then?"

"A lesbo bang."

"Iíve never done that before."

"Youíll have to, to get through."

"Okay. Is that it?"

"No. Then you do a live show. On stage."


"Does that bother you?"

"No. No, I donít think so."

"Ever been butt-fucked?"


"Enjoy it?"

"Sometimes. If the man is good."

"Fine. Thatís mandatory. If you can do a double-butt-fuck, itís a

"Iíll try."

"Thatís the spirit."

"When will they call?"

"What suits you?"

"How long does it take?"

"Allow three full weekends. Minimum. Plus time in between."

"Can I fix that with the guy who calls?"

"Yes. But donít be difficult on dates. They have a lot of
applicants and they donít like being jerked around. Missed dates
are expensive."

"Do I have to pay for this?"

"Only for the first three stages. After that youíre free, because
once you get through to a gang-bang -- youíre on the roster
anyway. You have to be available for servicing clients, doing
shows, shoots, photo session and so on. The next stages are only
to decide your rankings."


"Yeah. The best whores get the best clients, the most expensive
films and classy magazines. That kind of thing."

"Oh. I see. How much does it cost?"

"Ten thousand for stage one, twenty for two and forty for three."

"Thatís very expensive."

"Once youíre staff, youíll make twice that in a week. Itís worth
every penny."

"It had better be."

"Take my word for it. Cash, by the way."

"Thatís not a problem. I didnít expect to flash my Amex."

He laughed and got up. "Want to go back to the party?"

"Yes. I think so."

"Unfinished business."


They shared a cigarette and showered together in the opulent
bathroom ensuite, gently caressing and fondling each other. As he
followed her out, she turned and kissed him. The party was still
in full swing when they went back out. If anything, it had become
even more frenetic. There must have been eight or ten menservants
servicing the women. There were copulating bodies everywhere. The
music pounded on, and now the air was full of the ululating cries
of men and women thrashing in sexual delirium.

"Where are ours?" Hari shouted over the din, squinting through the
fug of dope and cigarette smoke.

She shrugged, and the moved across the room. They stepped over a
couple fucking frantically, the woman on her back screaming in
agonised joy as her lover fucked her ass from above, ramming and
slamming into her. Her heavy breasts jiggled furiously. His thighs
slapped at her buttocks. His cock, swollen and gorged, thundered
in and out of her asshole.

Around them, every kind of sexual antic was being attempted. A man was having his cock sucked by two women at one end of the room. A
pretty-faced, heavy-breasted nymphet on a sofa had her legs spread
wide as a man licked at her cunt, while she sucked anotherís cock.
Two women were in a sixty-nine on the floor. A young man was
seated in a chair at the dining table, jerking a lovely young woman up and down on his erect penis. A servant was taking a
svelte teenage model from the rear, her lovely breasts swinging
furiously as he fucked her hard, holding her hips, slamming his
hips furiously at her buttocks. She cried out thinly, her body
whipping and jerking under his thrusts. The servant chuckled at
her cries, and fucked her even harder.

In the first bedroom, three men were gang-banging a woman. She was
an attractive creature, a popular model, fair and tall, with a
lovely face. Her body was covered in sweat. It heaved and tossed
frantically on the bed. The men were chortling, fucking her one by
one, making her scream, ram-fucking her hard. Hari and Supriya
watched the man with her, his buttocks and hips slamming forward,
his big cock thrusting deep into her, making her arch and bend
under him, her hands mashing her breasts deliriously. The manís
butt bobbed and rose and fell, plunging down faster and faster. In
the next bedroom, two servants were busy servicing a gaggle of
women. The young stud they had first seen was there, too. He stood
upright, butt-fucking a woman bent over steeply before him, her
hair hanging over her head. His cock was deep in her asshole, and
he held her hips, grunting, gasping, sheathed in sweat, chuckling
in delight, and rammed his hips back and forth, thrusting in hard,
pulling out, then thrusting in repeatedly with a savage roll of
his hips. The woman gasped and cried out. His cock glistened and
gleamed as it stroked powerfully in and out of her anus. The other
servant was fucking a woman on her side on the bed, taking her
from behind, jigging her rapidly on his cock, one hand on her
shoulder, the other on her flared hip, slamming his hips at her
cunt. Another woman lay behind him, licking his asshole and balls,
while yet another sucked her slit. The servant was tall and well
built, and his handsome face was contorted with delight. The girl he was fucking was young, no more than eighteen, with a beautiful
oval face. She turned her head to the servant and he kissed her
roughly and squeezed her breasts hard as he rocked his penis into
her cunt. As they watched, the servant butt-fucking the young girl pulled out of her and flung her roughly to the floor on her back.
He mounted her face, making her swallow his cock, fresh from her
asshole, while he leaned over and drove his tongue into her crack.
The girl sucked on his cock and whined deep in her throat, her
thighs trembling, her hips lurching and heaving. He began to
finger-fuck her, using three fingers simultaneously. She writhed
uncontrollably under him, her hips jerking and heaving under his
tongue and fingers. His cock was like a pillar, driving in and out
of her mouth. He jammed four fingers into her cunt and began to
masturbate her furiously. Her hips whumped under his hand and she
choked and sputtered on his cock then sucked it greedily. He began
to come, thick jizz streaming into her mouth and trickling over
her lips and cheeks. He forced her to swallow it.

Karan was in the first bedroom, but not Neha. He and another man were fucking the lovely nineteen-year old girl Supriya and Hari
had seen earlier in the hall. Karan knelt before her face, fucking
her mouth, while the other man, knelt behind her spread buttocks
and reamed her cunt from the rear. They were grunting and gasping,
chortling, fondling her pendulous swollen breasts. The girl moaned

"Fuck my ass," she groaned. "Please, fuck my ass ..."

They watched as Karan and his companion swapped and Karan squeezed
his cock into the girlís anus. She groaned heavily and began to
suck the other manís cock. Karan grunted and started to butt-fuck
her slowly and heavily, running his glistening cock in and out of
her asshole. Her buttocks trembled and shook. She squeezed her
bouncing breasts excitedly.

"Supriya, Iím leaving. Iíve had enough," Hari said softly.

She nodded and turned to him and they kissed. He squeezed her

"Iíll stay," she murmured.


"Tell them to call me." She slipped a card into his pocket.

"I will." he chuckled. "Yes, Iíll tell them."

"Iíll see you soon."

"Yes. *Ciao*. Have fun."

"I intend to," she said, her eyes glittering.

Hari slipped away. Supriya went back to the hall and surveyed the
action. She began to undress, dropping her clothes on the floor.
She noticed a servant beginning to recover. He saw her and
grinned. She beckoned to him. He came across and she noticed with
pleasure that he was quite good looking, with a heavy set, yet
clean featured face and long, tough body, the torso dark and
glistening, hairless. His penis was large, about seven inches
long, over an inch thick. Without a word, she knelt before him and
began to suck his cock. The servant grunted and fucked her face,
moving her head back and forth, pumping his hips. Supriya let her
mind wander free with the pleasure, loving the taste and feel of
his cock in her mouth.

A while later, Karan came out and saw Supriya with the servant.
She was naked, bent forward over the dining table, her legs spread
wide and the man was fucking her furiously from behind, standing
with his hands on her hips. Supriya was crying out loudly, moaning
and panting, her big breasts jiggling and swinging. Karan grinned
with delight. The man was giving it to her good and hard, fondling
her breasts, gasping, flinging his head back, jerking her hips
onto his hips, slamming his cock in and out of her, calling her
*bitch, slut, whore, cunt*, pumping and pistoning furiously.
Supriyaís body jerked back and forth, her buttocks jerking
greedily at the servant.

"Yes ... UNHHHHH ... yes ... *hanh* ... uhhhh ohmauhhhh*hanh*
uhhhh yes ... god yes ... yes baby yes ohhh god yes!" she cried.

Karanís eyes glittered with excitement. He popped another of the
sex-pep pills that were being dished out like chocolates and
instantly felt their effect. His cock sprang up hard and he felt
fresh jizz roiling in his gonads. His body tensed and glowed with
lust-heat. He waited for a few minutes while the servant finished,
slamming and thundering in and out, in and out, till at last he
could hold back no longer. He jerked out of her and shook his
cock, spattering her dusky derriere and back with thick gobs of
his creamy jizz.

Supriya was still whimpering when Karan got behind her. He leaned
over and plucked a few ampoules from a bowl on the table and
snapped one under her nose. The potent aphrodisiac hit her like a
hammer and she gasped, her body tingling, her breasts swelling,
her nipples juddering stiff, her cunt oozing.

"Karan!" she gasped.

"Yup!" he chuckled. "Címon cunt, now Iím gonna ride your ass!" To
the servant he bellowed, "Quick! Get the butter! And fuck her

The servant chuckled. He darted into the kitchen and returned with
a silver butter dish. Karan scooped a thick pat of it on his
fingers and, splaying her buttocks open, smeared her anus with it.
She moaned. She was wild with excitement. She could have taken
three men together. Karan coated his shaft thickly with butter,
then dropped a thick gob of it on his cock-head. Prising her
buttocks open, he pressed his cock-head to her anus. Supriya
tensed. His cock slithered, and he pressed it back at its target
again. Supriya moaned and tensed. Her sphincter spasmed and then
yielded. With a loud, exultant *AHHHHHH*, her gigolo thrust his
penis into her rear channel. Supriya screamed, her face arching
up, contorting with lust. Instantly, the servant jumped onto the
table and jerked her head up, thrusting his cock at her mouth. She
gasped, gagged and found her mouth filled with cock-flesh. Her
anus burned and seared wonderfully. Karanís buttocks flexed and he
thrust in deeper and deeper, holding her hips, his head flung
back, wincing as her sphincter spasmed on his invading lance. He
leaned forward, crushed her pendulous breasts in his hands and
began to butt-fuck her, ramming his cock into her, slamming his
hips back and forth, making her whine deep in her throat, lurching
under him in agonised passion. Her body rocked and jerked under
his. The servant fucked her face, jerking her head back and forth,
moaning in joy as she sucked feverishly. She came in seconds,
delirious with joy. Minutes later, she felt Karan lunge hard into
her and explode, his jizz mushrooming in a white cloud in her
asshole. Just then, the servant lost control and came, too,
shooting thick streamers of spoot into her mouth. She sucked his
cock, drawing out every last drop of his jizz.

They left her alone and turned elsewhere. She lay sprawled across
the table, gasping and sobbing with joy. Her cunt tingled. She put
a hand between her legs and began to masturbate. Suddenly, she
gasped. Another hand had joined hers. She looked over her
shoulder. It was the servant with the big cock. He grinned at her
and reached around to cup her breasts.

"Now Iím gonna fuck your brains out, whore," he growled in her

She smiled, saying yes, please and slid to her knees to take his
cock in her mouth. The man grunted and squeezed her breasts and
moaned softly as her warm mouth engulfed his penis. He flung his
head back and began to fuck her face. The servants loved these


Hari let himself into the flat and immediately stopped. He could
hear Neha. She was in bed, fucking. He grinned. The girl was

The bedroom door was wide open. He went in and stopped, smiling.
Neha was on her back, naked, lovely, dusky and slender and
beautiful. Her slender legs were raised high and looped about the
lean hips of the liftman fucking her. Hari knew the man well: Neha
often ordered him up for a fuck. Room service, she called it.

He was taking her slowly, leaning over her, his dark, powerful
body corded and shining with sweat. His small, taut buttocks rose
and fell rhythmically, his big penis squelching heavily in and out
of her cunt. She wound her hands about his head, caressed his
strong shoulders, murmuring and moaning softly in deep pleasure.
Her loins lurched up with his. She dragged his head down to hers
and kissed him, letting him thrust his tongue deep into her mouth,
sucking on it. Her legs wound tighter about his lean hips, then
rose higher still, locking tight. The bed rocked gently with

"Mm ... Ohhh ma Rakesh ... *hanh* ... UNNHHHh *hanh* uhhhh ohma
uhhh ... *hanh* ... unhhhhh ... Rakesh ... unhhh ... Rakesh ...
Rakesh ... unhhh ... Ohmauhhhhahh ...," she gasped, her voice
husky and sibilant, utterly erotic.

The steadiness of his rhythm was mesmerising. Neha slid her
elegant hands down her loverís sweat-slippery body, caressing it,
and gripped his taut buttocks. Hari watched her tease apart the
lobes of his buttocks and insert a finger between them. Rakesh
tensed, gasping, his head arching back.

He was a good-looking young man, dark, with a thin mustache, a
square jaw, thick, swept-back hair, and a coppery dark, well
muscled physique. His arms and legs were long and strong, rounded
with muscle, the shoulders wide, the chest hard and deep, the
torso hairless, even his armpits shorn. Hari knew that Neha
preferred her male lovers to be like this. His penis was at least
nine inches erect, and correspondingly thick. His balls were heavy
and low. Hari began to undress, watching them. Neha turned to him.

"Hi, love," she gasped.

"Hello yourself," he smiled. "Good time?"


"Whereís Karan?"

"I left him. Boring. The servants were better."

"How díyou get home?"


"You havenít any money."

"So? When has that been a problem?"

"You fucked the cabbie?" Hari chuckled.

"Oh yes. He was surprisingly ... good ... yes ... there ... UNhhhh
yes! Fucked me for a good half an hour ... up here ... great fun."

"I bet."

Unhhh ... Ohh yeh!"

"Rakesh better than those guys?"

"Yes ... much ... yes ... there ... thatís it ... *hanh* ... címon
Rakesh címon ... want ... díyou want ... to join us ...?"

Hari chuckled and shook his head. "No, not tonight love. You go
ahead and finish. Iíll wait. Take your time."

"Thanks, Hari."

He grinned and nodded. She kissed the liftman, thrusting her
tongue into his mouth. He ground down hard into her. Throughout
her conversation with Hari, Rakesh had been fucking her steadily,
quite unconcerned about her husbandís presence. He had done this
often. Her body moved in unison with his, her hips rising and
falling in time to his thrusts.

"OH ... UNGHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHH!" Rakesh gasped, yielding as Neha
slipped her finger up his anus.

She held it there and he drilled deeper into her. She arched
steeply, gasping as he thrust in hard and fast, swinging his hips
to savage her innards. Her mouth jerked wide open and she cried
out in agonised lust, her face twisting and contorting in a rictus
of passion. Her head jerked to one side, the tendons standing out
in her beautiful neck. Her nipples were rigid and quivering, erect
in swollen breasts. Rakesh bent his head and sucked sharply on one
taut mound. Neha cried out, writhing under him, her head flipping
from side to side in joy.

"OHHHHHHH baby yes yes yes oh god yes!" she cried.

Rakesh began to fuck her faster, pistoning and pumping rapidly.
His buttocks rose and fell, bouncing rapidly up and down like a
trip-hammer, his big penis reaming and ramming into her cunt,
rivening her cunt-lips wide open, scraping and squelching in and
out. Nehaís slender, dusky, sylph-like body snapped savagely
upward onto the small of her back with every thrust. The liftman
was a powerful lover and he plunged into her energetically,
thrusting into her flesh deep and hard and fast. His buttocks rose
and fell, flexed and unflexed, his hips snapping. She cried out,
the breath rattling in her throat in shuddering gasps. Her cries
grew louder and louder, longer and longer. Rakesh enjoyed it even
more and he was grinning and chuckling at the same time, panting
and gasping.

"Címon, slut ... take it! Take my cock, oh fuck yes, oh yes, címon
you whoriní slut ... take it! Yeh UNHHHH címon bitch OHHHuhhOhhh!"
he gasped like a maddened stud, his heavy balls slamming against
her cunt-lips as he rammed in again and again and again.

Neha arched taut in his arms, the fingers of one hand clawing at
his shoulder, the forefinger of the other hand finger-fucking his
asshole furiously, jerking madly in and out. Rakesh winced,
gasped, flung his head back and cried out as he felt her shudder
into an orgasm. Her loins lurched up to his and her cunt cramped
uncontrollably on his cock, a hot, wet glove on his penis. The
servant jerked out of her, then rammed in again, once, twice,
three times, and lost control. With a cry, he skewered her cunt for the last time, and held deep inside her, quivering stiff,
every muscle strained. Neha moaned, delirious, her face glowing
radiant as she felt the sharp shards of his spoot spume into her
sopping slit. Nehaís legs unwound slowly from Rakeshís body and
she subsided, moaning and panting, sheathed in a film of sweat
under him. She caressed his smooth, hard back tenderly and he bent
his head, his forehead on her shoulder, his body heaving,
streaming with sweat. They kissed languorously, deeply.

Hari took off his clothes and sat naked in a large chair, watching
the liftman fuck his wife. She aroused him again by sucking his
cock deeply till he was hard. Her cock sucking was irresistible.
Soon, the liftmanís penis was erect again.

"Ohhh uhhh Ohhh yes ... suck! Suck harder you crazy whore! Címon,
bitch ... take my cock! Suck it hard!"

Neha sucked his cock furiously, her head rocking back and forth
between his thighs, pumping his shaft. Pre-cum gunk sputtered from
his cock-head as he fucked her mouth, kneeling on the bed and
holding her head and rocking it back and forth to suit his
pleasure. She turned on all fours when he pushed her head away at
last, and presented her rear to his pleasure.

"Címon Rakesh," she groaned. "Fuck me now ... fuck me hard!"

She made him mount her from behind like a bitch in rut. The
liftman knelt behind her and slowly squeezed his hard penis
between the lobes of her dusky buttocks, pranging her cunt deeply.

"Ohhhh uhhh Ohma unhh Ahhhh unhh *hanh*! Unhhh Ohhh
*hanh*-*hanh-hanh* uhhh Ohhh Rakesh *hanh*!" Neha gasped.

"Yeh ... oh fuck yes! Take it! Take my cock!"

He drove into her and her face arched, radiant with lust, her
nostrils flared, her lips parted, her perfect teeth bared in
grimace of passion. Moaning, she reached to cup his balls, egging
him on deeper still, clawing her cunt-lips open. He paused,
waiting for her, knowing what she wanted. She loved it like this.
She began to move with slow, erotic rolls of her hips, mashing her
cunt-flesh with cock-pestle, whimpering and moaning in delight.
Then she rocked back and forth on all fours and he held her hips
and moved his own in unison, back and forth, back and forth.

Slowly, they built up speed, stoking each otherís lust till at
last he was ram-fucking her hard, just as she loved to be taken,
his cock slamming and pistoning madly in and out, in and out. His
buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully, his cock burst into her
with each thrust, sending her rocking forward on her forearms and
knees. She cried out for more, to be taken harder, harder, deeper,
deeper, till at last it was done and they tumbled over the brink
of yet another volcanic orgasm. She fell forward on the bed and
Rakesh bent over her, his cock still in her cunt, slowly pumping
his hips till his cock shrank. She whimpered softly as he slid out
of her and turned her face to his. He kissed her. She rolled over
under him, her fingers on his cock.

"Another?" she offered. "Fuck my butt?"

Rakesh smiled and declined, enough for tonight. He got up and she
stopped him and took his penis in her mouth again. He groaned and
relented. His cock rose again and he fucked her face gently,
rocking her head back and forth with one hand, his hips swinging
till he was done. He came, gasping and moaning and she opened her
mouth to let him see his spoot geysering into her mouth and
splashing on her face and body. Smiling happily, he dressed and,
*salaaming* Hari, let himself out.

"Hari, get me a drink, will you?" Neha said, getting up and
heading for the bath. "Iíll be with you in a minute. And letís try
that new CD."

Hari grinned and walked out. He fixed them drinks and put on the
new jazz CD. Music filtered from the superb high fidelity acoustic
system. He carried the drinks out to the sundeck and waited for
Neha on the slatted wooden bench by the dark trestle table,
leaning against the balustrade. She came out a few minutes later,
naked and bathed. As she walked over to him, she lifted her hands
behind her head and adjusted her hair into a pony tail. Her
breasts rose with the motion. He found it very sexy. She came
across and leaned over him and kissed him gently on the mouth. He
cupped her breasts.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hi yourself, handsome," she chuckled, swinging a leg astride his
hips, kissing him again, linking her arms around his strong

"Had a good time?"

"Yes," she said. "And you?"


"Who was she?"

"Supriya," he laughed. "The guy you were fucking?"


"Yes. Heís Supriyaís current stud."

"A gigolo?"

"I think so."

She laughed prettily. "Shit, heís not good enough to be a gigolo."

Hari smiled. "I could see that."

"Still, itís fun taking on these macho types and showing them a
thing of two occasionally. What about yours?"

"Supriya? Oh top class, absolutely. Iíll be recommending her."

"Seriously?" she looked surprised. Such good fucks were a rarity.

"Yes. Good, firm, ripe body and lots of appetite, game for
anything. She should be a profitable addition."

"Sheíll have to pass the tests."

"Of course. So did you. Sheíll manage it without difficulty. Iím
only unsure about the double butt-fuck."

"Yeah, that can be a bitch, especially if they put on someone like
Kishore or Jayant or Jerry or you."

He nodded. All of them had enormous cocks; Kishore in particular,
had one that was totally unreal, fully a foot long and three
inches thick. Jayantís was only marginally smaller. Few women
could take them on in a combined butt-fuck, two penises in the
anus together. So far, only a handful had succeeded: Sunnu,
Harsha, Sonu, Neha, Vaishali, Chitti, Sayali and Anjali had done

"Sheíll just have to take her chances, I guess."

"I guess so. Was Rakesh good?"

"You saw."


"Heís great. Really great. I love his cock. He fucks me so well."

"Mm. But nothing like this, right?"

"No," she murmured, kissing him languorously. "Nothing like this,

They fucked under the stars. He never ceased to marvel at the
loveliness of her face and body. They kissed gently and tenderly,
their tongues exploring each otherís mouths, their hands caressing
each other with the lightest of touches. He let her move first,
slowly sliding down his superb body, kissing and licking his
torso, her tongue and lips fluttering over his small, hard
nipples, then trickling over his belly and swirling through his
navel, going lower still till she was kneeling between his legs.
He murmured softly when she took his enormous penis between her
lips and began to suck it, working his cock-head deftly with her
tongue, moving her head back and forth, jerking his cock till he
was erect. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, giving in
to the pleasure.

"Come in my mouth?" she murmured softly.

Hari nodded and she went back to sucking him. His cock throbbed in
her mouth. Its tangy taste and smell made her head swim and her
tongue worked it with increasing ardour.

"Mm ... yes ... ohhh thatís it ... yes ... suck my cock," he
murmured softly.

Gently, she brought him off. He came with intense pleasure, his
cock spewing and spurting and she held it in her mouth and
swallowed the heavy flood of his seed, sucking it steadily. She
moved back and shook it so that his gunk spattered on her belly
and breasts and face.

He pulled her up and set her on the trestle table before him on
all fours, her buttocks and legs spread. Her cunt was already damp
with excitement, and she moaned softly when he thrust his face
between her thighs and ran his tongue into the dark cleft,
swirling it over her puckered anus.

"Yes ... yes ... there ...," she moaned, her hips writhing. "Yes
... right there ... ohhh god yes Hari yes!"

He slid his tongue lower and found her clitoris. She gasped. He
was good, so very good, this man, one of her best lovers ... and
she had so many. His tongue was warm and thick and rough and she
whimpered in delight and clawed her cunt-lips open, her slender,
dusky body shuddering with joy. Her lovely face was radiant with
lust, the lovely lips parted, the large, dark eyes hooded.

"Yes ... yes Hari yes ... tongue fuck me baby ... yes ... fuck me
... fuck me with your tongue ohhhhh ... Unhhhh Ohhhhh yes ..."

She began to fondle her breasts gently and he knew the signs. He
stopped and turned her on her back and rose to bend over her. She
loved having her breasts sucked. Her nipples were long and hard,
the aureoles small and sharply puckered. She gasped and arched and
writhed under him as he began to suck them gently, tugging at her
nipples with his teeth, scraping them against the roof of his
mouth and his gums, flicking them rapidly with his tongue. He
sucked one breast and fondled the other with his fingers, flicking
his nails across her nipples, slowly grinding his palms over her
breasts. Her hand fell to his crotch and she jerked his erect
penis in excitement.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Quickly ... címon ... fuck my slit ..."

"Or your ass?"

"Or my ass ... anything you like ... just do it ..."

He decided to fuck her cunt first; heíd take her ass later, in
bed. He lay on his back on the bench and drew her down, off the
table, onto his lap. Moaning and whimpering, she straddled his
penis and slowly, impaled her cunt on it. It was hot and tight as
a vice, cramping and spasming powerfully. He moaned and arched
slowly, rearing up into her, making her gasp even louder, arching
her lovely long neck. He caressed her breasts and she whimpered
and reached back for his balls, her hips slowly grinding round and
round on his cock.

They began to move, their hips grinding and bucking gently and
evenly together, both of them marvelously adept. They played their
favourite game, tormenting each other, each trying to force the
otherís orgasm. She groaned when he pressed his fingertips to her
buttocks and, leaning forward, dragged his tongue heavily over her
hypersensitive nipples, flicking them this way and that, one by
one. Her long nails drew long scratching trails down his deeply
cleaved chest, moving sideways to flick his nipples in
retaliation. Her cunt throbbed insistently on his pulsing penis
and he groaned as she squeezed and sucked his cock with her cunt muscles. Her hips ground around on his in tight, erotic circles,
and she mashed her cunt-flesh with his penis.

On and on they went, playing the game, each testing the otherís
limits of endurance. Usually, he won but, tonight, astonishingly,
she beat him and laughed in joy as she felt the spurting heat of
his seed flowering in her cunt. Her cunt cramped on his cock and
she began to rock rapidly up and down on it, and Hari moaned
softly and succumbed to the wonders of her body and forgot Supriya
and the cocktail party.
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