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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>
>> DIRTY AMBER <<
( 3 )
Suresh turned his back to the wall against and stared into space,
his chest heaving, his erection throbbing, his mind in a daze. He
had found out. She had told him everything. Now it was up to him.
He felt drugged and heavy and useless and, at the same time,
strangely aroused. From the bedroom, he could hear their rising
cries, the sounds of their bodies slapping together, flesh on
flesh, flesh in flesh. He went back to the window. Inside, Michael
was fucking her rapidly, furiously, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his hips swinging up and down and back and forth,
bobbing and bucking violently, savagely over hers. His cock
pistoned and plunged furiously in and out of her cunt. She gasped
and cried out, her body jerking and arching, snapping and lurching
under his. Her cries were loud and lewd and her hips pumped
hungrily under his. His cock went up and down, in and out, his
balls crushing against her cunt-lips with each deep, plunging
thrust.
She orgasmed violently, arching and gasping sharply. Seconds
later, he moaned and thrust into her repeatedly, his hips
twitching at her cunt. Finally, he pulled out of her and scooted
quickly up her body and jerked his cock at her face. She opened
her mouth and him. He came in seconds and she opened her
mouth and moaned as his spurted into her mouth and spattered
her cheeks and neck and and belly. Still dribbling spoot,
he went back between her legs and squeezed his cock into her cunt.
Gasping softly, he rocked in and out of her briefly. She
moaned in pleasure, squirming on the bed.
"That was good," he grunted, squeezing her breasts. "Just like the
times."
"Thank you," she replied, caressing his back and chest. "I enjoyed
that."
"Will I fuck you again this trip?"
"Frequently, I hope."
"When?"
"I'll call you. When are you off duty?"
"Thursday."
"Plan on spending it with me."
"I will."
He moved out of her and got off the bed. Just like another client,
Suresh thought. He waited as the steward dressed. He returned to
the bed and kissed her deeply and gently, fondling her breasts.
She responded with ardour. Finally, he drew away.
"Thursday."
"Yes," she said. "Thursday."
"Call me if it's not going to work out."
"Yes."
"Thanks again. Good fuck."
"'Bye Mike. Say hi to the girls."
"They miss you."
"I'll come by and say hello."
"They'd like that."
He grinned and straightened his uniform. Lighting a cigarette, he
let himself out. Suddenly, Suresh was unsure. He did not know what
to do, what was expected of him. Should he go to her? Should he
wait? What should he say? Ask for an explanation? What explanation
was there to give now? He leaned his head against the wall and
closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he started, yelping in surprise. She had come out on the
terrace, naked, the other man's smell and still strong on her
body; he found it very exciting. She was on her knees in front of
him and his sticky, rigid cock was already in her mouth.
"Sayali, I ..." he began.
She looked up and shook her head. "Not now, Suresh. Not now.
Later."
And then she took him deep in her mouth and him like he had
never been before. On and on she went, whimpering in
mounting excitement, making him gasp and groan, till he finally
succumbed and started fucking her face for his pleasure, holding
her head in both hands and rocking it back and forth between his
thighs, his hips pumping at her face.
"Oh, you bitch," he gasped. "Suck it, you whore! Suck it harder!
More!"
Then he pushed her head away and jerked her to her feet. He shoved
her against the wrought-iron table on the balcony, made her lean
forward over it and stood behind her.
"Your ass, whore!" he snarled. "I want your ass! I want to fuck
your butt!"
For the first time in his life, Suresh discovered the unique
pleasure of sodomising a beautiful woman. He forced his cock
between her buttocks and jammed his cock-head to her anus. She
tensed and he gripped her hips and, with a loud cry, jerked his
hips forward. His penis burst into her asshole and she cried out
thinly, her head snapping up, biting her lower lip. He rammed his
cock in deeper and took her ass savagely, pounding his hips
frantically at her buttocks. The heat in his loins was
uncontainable and he drilled deep into her and exploded, flooding
her ass with his seed.
Now the pent-up fury spewed like a lava. He jerked out of her and
pushed his cock into her cunt. She gasped heavily and he fucked
her hard for several minutes. Then he pulled out and dragged her
into the room. Through the rest of that afternoon, he fucked her
demonically, savaging her every orifice again and again, making
her voice the obscene encouragement he had heard her use with the
steward. Finally, he was on top of her, fucking her furiously,
ramming and reaming into her cunt. She gasped and cried out,
thrashing uncontrollably under him, and he felt her orgasm and
lost control again. He slammed his cock into her hard and she
cried out loudly. He rammed in again, and yet again and finally
ejaculated, his hot seed searing out of his penis and into her hot
cunt.
Sweating and panting, he began to slip his cock out of her cunt.
Suddenly, she clenched him and her lips and tongue were at his
ear.
"Not yet," she whispered. "Please, Suresh. Not yet. Fuck me again.
Fuck me hard. Like a whore. I want you to me. Please. Fuck me
hard."
He looked at her and saw that she was crying, tears rolling down
her cheeks from red, misty eyes. His heart broke and he moaned
softly, in deep pain. She pulled his head to hers and she kissed
him, her chest heaving in racked sobs. Her were hot and
heavy under his chest.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she sobbed. "Please ... say
you believe me."
He moaned again and her kisses grew feverish. "You must believe
me. You must."
"I believe you," he said in a small voice. "I believe you. And I
love you, too. I love you, my heart. I love you."
They kissed again, and now no words were needed and he could feel
the joy and radiance and gratitude flowing from her in a hot wave.
They rolled over and she began to work on his body again, arousing
him with that sureness of touch that took his breath away and made
him wonder how there could be a heaven after this.
They fell asleep several hours later in a tangle of soaked sheet
and sweating limbs. When he awoke, it was late evening. He slipped
out of bed and wandered out to the terrace. He felt strangely
elated, even ecstatic, at peace with the world, deeply aroused.
The sunset was spectacular, gold with hints of purple and scarlet,
and the air was clean, with a sharp nip. He returned to the musky,
sex-scented warmth of the bedroom. He caught a glimpse of himself
in the mirror and studied his reflection. He saw a lean, tall,
fair-skinned man, clean-shaven and quietly handsome, without the
overly rugged macho looks of a or the softness of a
householder. Just about right, he decided. His shoulders were
wide, his chest was firm and deep, neatly cleaved, his belly firm
and trim. His cock was good enough, six inches long limp, eight
inches or so erect. His torso was a gently tapering V and his
waist was narrow. His arms and legs had long, smooth, strong
muscles.
He returned to the bedroom. Sayali slept deeply, the sheets flung
back. She was on her side, and he could see the swell of her
between her arms, the gentle rise and fall of her bosom.
The dark delta between her legs looked sticky with sex. He sat on
the bed and ran his hand up her long, shapely leg to her hip and
buttock, then higher to her chest. She stirred in her sleep and
she turned, her arm rising, her hand moving up to his shoulder. He
cupped her face and then slid his hand down to her breast.
"Fuck me?" she said drowsily.
"Yes."
"Lick my slit, Suresh."
It began again, and they fucked slowly and unhurriedly, again and
again, for another hour or more. Now he felt free to do and say as
he pleased and she filled him wonder and joy as she responded to
his every need and satisfied it without hesitation.
When they were done at last, they showered and went down to the
bar. They had several drinks each and he was delighted to find
that she knew her liquor.
"Part of my work," she murmured with a teasing smile.
"Tell me about it."
"What?"
"Your -- work. Your whoring."
"Are you serious?"
He nodded, his eyes shining. "Very. I think it's very erotic."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. Where you go, what you do, who with, how. All of it."
"Let's go to that corner table. We can snuggle. I want to jerk you
off while we talk."
"You're crazy."
"About you and about sex."
"In that order?"
"Yes. I think so. First it was only sex. Now it's you and then
sex."
"You're fantastic."
"So are you. Let's go."
At the table, in a dimly lit corner, she slid her hand under the
huge tablecloth and quickly unzipped his fly. He stifled a gasp as
she fondled his penis and began masturbating him. She leaned her
head on his shoulder and slowly worked his cock.
"I work for a company called Hedon & Venery. The owner -- we just
call him sir -- is a lawyer, very bright, very rich." She
didn't reveal his identity. Jayant ran a tight ship and the
penalty for indiscretion was terminal.
"He's also an incredible lover," she continued, "the best I've
known. He has a huge cock, almost a foot long, and this incredible
body and he makes a woman feel like one big from head to toe.
The company owns a chain of hotels. The Apistia? Yes, that's it,
the five-star, double-deluxe, super-luxury chain. It's actually a
brothel. We all work there. About three hundred and a
hundred and fifty guys. There's also a special club for the elite.
I've been promoted to it recently. That's very pricey. The whole
place is pricey. Very pricey."
"How much do you take?"
"I began on an hourly rate, two thousand."
"What!"
"Yes. That's the bottom. I've worked my way up. Now, it's a flat
fee, fifty thousand rupees, everything goes, long as you like.
Group bookings -- that's a maximum of six together -- is two
and a half lakhs."
"You make two and half lakhs a night?"
"No. Half that. The other half is the company's brocage. And it
might be more than a night, in my bracket."
"Tell me more," he said softly, fascinated by her narration.
"What's the company like? How big is it? How many people work for
it? What else does it do?"
She laughed softly and squeezed his cock. "Easy, easy, my handsome
groom."
"Tell me."
"I will. So many questions. So little time ..."
"Sayali ..."
"All right, all right," she giggled, pumping his cock. "Are you
going to come?"
"Not immediately."
"Good. I like this."
"So do I. Now talk."
"Yes. The company. It's huge. International, now, with operations
in America, Canada, Europe -- especially Amsterdam and the bigger
Scandinavian cities, Japan and the Far East, and the Middle East.
That's a huge market. It makes films, magazines, videos, sexual
aids like dildoes and vibrators and sheaths, aphrodisiacs, the
works. We also supply personnel, for limited periods -- and
are sent on deputation, seconded to the international market.
Usually, it's for shows or film-shoots on foreign locations,
sometimes to work in the company's whorehouses on assignment."
"Is that on request?"
"Yes. There are clients who like the exotic. So the company
provides it. girls. guys."
"Have you been abroad?"
"Twice. Once to Stockholm for a show."
"Meaning what?"
"A live show. Fucking on stage. I was with three other and
six guys. It was two weeks. I loved the work and the show did
well."
"And the second time?"
"Oh, to Muscat. That was a regular assignment to a whorehouse. One
of the regular clients there wanted some Indian girls. I was one
of the four. We stayed for a week."
"And then?"
"Well, the company's very generous. After the Stockholm stint, we
were given a five-star two-week holiday in Europe. Free stay at
all our hotels, free first-class travel, the works. Unlimited
shopping. From Dubai I went to Greece and Crete and Cyprus."
Suresh arched his eyebrows, very impressed. "That's extraordinary.
You've seen more of the world than I have."
"In more ways than you can imagine," she giggled. "I feel that the
best way to get to know a nation is to fuck its men."
He laughed. "You must be very highly regarded in the company."
"I am, now. It took time. There's serious competition. The base
standard is very high." Suddenly, she looked at him. "My god, you
still don't know, do you?"
"What?"
"This hotel is one of ours, too. We bought it several years ago.
It's part of the chain now."
"What!"
"Yes. It's also a brothel."
"They -- they supply girls, here?"
"And guys, if you want them. For and women."
"Where? How?"
"You have to be recommended. Michael arranges to supply your
preference."
"How do you choose?"
"Would you like to try?"
"Yes. Yes, I would."
"I'm glad. We'll do it later. Tonight?"
"Is that possible?"
"Anything's possible. Ask for the telephone, will you?"
"What for?"
"I'll talk to Michael."
Suresh summoned the steward and called for the cordless. He
noticed Sayali smiling at the waiter and realised that he was
another of her lovers. He hid a grin. The cordless telephone
arrived and Sayali stopped masturbating him to punch in a code.
Suresh ordered a fresh round of drinks.
"Mikey? It's me, Sayali." She listened, then giggled. "Yes,
everything's fine. I told you it would be. We're at the bar.
Listen, I need a favour ... no, not that, you fool. More of that
later. Yes, I promise. Yes. Can you fix up someone for him for
tonight. I know it's short notice, but could you? For me? Someone
special. Oh, that'd be perfect, yes. We'd like to see the
catalogues. After dinner. Ten o'clock?" She looked at Suresh, who
nodded. "Yes, ten's fine. In our suite. And get some of the
pepstuff. Yes, that'll do. Nothing overstrength. And Mikey? Will
you tell accounts to debit my tab? No, for everything. The whole
stay. Yes, I'll sign the voucher. Thanks, love. See you tonight."
She disconnected and smiled at him. "It's arranged. He'll get you
a catalogue and you can decide.'
"Good. Now. Go on."
"What?"
"Talking and frigging me."
Sayali giggled and her hand dived under the tablecloth again. She
started masturbating him.
"I'd better not come," he murmured. "If these are as good as
you say, I'll need everything for them."
"Don't worry about that," she smiled. "I've asked for some of our
aphrodisiacs. They're very good, very effective. You'll be able to
fuck them for hours."
"Fine. Keep going then. Now tell me about your clients."
"Oh, it's quite simple. I get a call from reservations, and if I
approve the client, a time is arranged. Whatever they do, they're
very rich. They have to be."
"And you go off to a room and they bang you and that's it?"
She looked shocked. "Good god, no. Nothing like that. It's very
civilised, very polished. We meet in a public area, like the lobby
or something, fully dressed, like good friends or business
acquaintances. We have a drink at the bar, or something light in
the coffee-shop. Then we go off to the reserved room or suite and
we fuck. It's not just the wham-bam type of thing; I suck cock, he
licks my slit, we sixty-nine and so on. There's no hurry -- at
that price, there can't be. It's more like making love."
"I see."
"And there's nothing they can't do, short of actual physical
abuse. For instance, some of them enjoy the idea of fucking
woman, of having a whore who's another man's wife. So I
dress up like a housewife, complete with *mangalsutra* and all,
and I tease them along with clever double-talk till we get to the
room. Then I become a full fledged slut."
"Up at the Club Gere, things are different. Here, clients don't
pay. They're members, and guests. There are no bills, no vouchers,
no signing. The bill is sent on later, and nobody questions it.
The members pay a very heavy annual fee, entrance is very limited,
and then they have to pay only for the girls. Everything else is
free, booze, cigarettes, sex-dope."
"How do I get in?" Suresh grinned wickedly.
She laughed. "You're already in. Standard house policy. When any
gets married, her husband has automatic membership, unless
it's cancelled."
"Why would it be cancelled?" He looked genuinely puzzled.
"Think about it, Suresh. Suppose you hadn't responded like this.
Suppose you'd thrown me out, refused to accept my past, my work,
all of this. Could we still have you as an honoured Club Gere
member?"
"I guess not. So you mean I can go back and use the Club?"
"Yes. Absolutely."
"Is there a Club here?"
She laughed. "Not yet. Later this year. We'll put it in after the
season closes."
Suresh grinned at her, his eyes dancing with delight. "This is
fantastic," he murmured. "Really wonderful."
"You ready to come?"
"No, I'm fine. I'd like to remain like this. Hot and hard."
"My hero," she said, kissing his cheek and stopped masturbating
him.
They had a small dinner, neither very hungry, both impatient to
get back to their suite. The sheets had been changed and the beds
turned down. Suresh noticed that an expensive laser-disc player
had been installed on top of the huge colour television. An
elegant trolley stood to one side, with racks of discs and, on the
shelf beneath, a slew of catalogues, stacked neatly upright.
The shelves beneath were filled with bottles, jars, vials and a
bewildering variety of sheaths, dildoes, vibrators and other
baubons. A small card on the trolley, embossed in white-on-white,
said, simply, *For Your Pleasure*.
Sayali selected a disc and fed it into the machine. He sat on the
edge of the bed and she knelt between his legs and started his cock. He let her do it and started the player.
The clips were stunning. Suresh had never seen such lovely, sexy
women. They were show in all kinds of positions, with all kinds of
men, often with several at once, taking their penises in
their every orifice, frequently simultaneously. Understanding the
operation menu, he skimmed through several disks in mounting
excitement. All these were said to be available. Figures in
the bottom right hand corner indicated their rates. The got
better as the figures rose. Very close to the top range, he found
Sayali and watched a of her with two hugely endowed who
were fucking her in the and mouth simultaneously. As she
watched, they paused and turned her slender body on its side
between theirs and started fucking her and ass together. Her
face was contorted with lust and she moaned and rocked
ecstatically between them. Astonished, he looked down at her. She
was whimpering with excitement, and licking his cock
hungrily. Her head bobbed and rocked up and down between his
thighs and her fingers and lips were sticky with his seed.
"Try the catalogues," she mumbled.
He stopped the player and flipped through six volumes. Each
was accorded a ten or twelve page section of full-page,
pin-sharp colour pictures that showed her in every conceivable
sexual activity. Sayali's section had her with three different
guys, in different sequences, in cunt, mouth and ass. The final
shot showed all three fucking her together.
"Choose. Which one do you want?" Sayali stopped his cock.
"I can have any I like?"
"The ones marked with a K and a star are readily available and
free. If the star's not there, they're busy. The others will have
to be flown down, if they're available. That might take a day."
Suresh nodded and flipped through the laser-disc catalogues again.
He pointed to one.
"Her. I want her."
"Good choice," Sayali said. "Madhavi's a fabulous fuck."
"What do I do now?"
"It's an interactive service. Punch her code on the remote."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Suresh punched the code. "You want a stud?" he asked.
"That'd be nice."
"Which one?"
"You choose."
"Mm, let's see." Suresh scanned the discs again. "How about this
guy? Krishnan."
"Yummy. He's new. What's his rating?"
"What's that?"
"If you punch his code and press zero, you'll see it. They're
rated on a one-to-ten scale."
Suresh punched the buttons. "It says he's an eight point nine.
Madhavi's nine point seven."
"I told you she's good. And she's only seventeen. She'll hit ten
before she's twenty."
"What's your rating?"
"What do you think?"
"Ten?"
"I used to be. Now I'm not rated. Only starred."
Suresh laughed and punched the buttons to call up her lover. He
shut down the system and caressed her face gently and drew it back
between his thighs. She his cock briefly and then, before
he could come, paused and turned to the trolley. She gave him a
number of pills and capsules and took some herself, then snapped
two vials under their noses. The aphrodisiacs were incredibly
potent and Suresh gasped as his cock ballooned and his balls
surged with fresh, hot jizz. His muscles strained, popped and his
skin glowed and he felt like a million dollars. Sayali orgasmed
and his cock hungrily. He came in seconds, spurting into her mouth. She groaned and swallowed his gunk, masturbating.
Suresh noticed that his erection had not waned and that he felt as
aroused as before.
There was knock on the door, in code. Three quick raps, then one,
then two.
"It's them," Sayali said. "I'll get it."
She opened the door and one of the loveliest women Suresh had seen
came in, followed by a devastatingly handsome man. The squealed in delight at seeing Sayali and threw herself at her. The
two women kissed and hugged and laughed in delight, chattering
excitedly.
"It's nice to be back," Sayali said. "You've been well?"
"Never better. And look at you! and all."
"Come, meet my husband. Madhavi, this is Suresh. Suresh, Madhavi."
Suresh got to his feet. Madhavi smiled at him. She was utterly
bewitching. Smooth-skinned, dusky, doe-eyed, with a lovely, bright
smile and dancing *kajal*-lined eyes, she had an hourglass figure
with heavy breasts, a flat belly and narrow waist and flared hips
and sexy buttocks. She was wearing jeans and a baggy T-shirt and
he could see the heavy contours of her breasts.
He looked over her shoulder and saw Sayali and the murmuring
to each other. The smiled, then laughed. Sayali turned around
and introduced them. At her suggestion, they moved to the living
room. Sayali suggested a round of drinks. Madhavi mixed the drinks
quickly and efficiently from the well-stocked bar. Suresh was
feeling very randy. He sipped his drink then put it aside as
Madhavi came up to him. Sitting in a deep chair, he held her hand
and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled and then her lips were
soft and warm under his and her hands were undoing his clothes. He
flicked a glance over her shoulder. On the sofa, Sayali's blouse
was undone and the gigolo was caressing her breasts. Her *sari*
was drawn up to her waist and his other hand rummaged between her
thighs. Suresh grunted suddenly and looked down. Madhavi was on
her knees between his legs and was jerking his penis slowly. Her
tongue slid out and coiled around his cock-head.
"Forget them," she said. "We'll play fours later. Now just sit
back and relax."
It was the most unforgettably erotic night of Suresh's life.
Madhavi was pure magic and he fucked her repeatedly. She denied
him nothing and astonished him with her skill and willingness.
Across the room, he watched the gigolo pounding into his wife's
flesh, and his arousal mounted and he fucked Madhavi harder. The
aphrodisiacs were very strong, and he was able to orgasm
repeatedly without tiring or losing his erection. At some point,
the two women were locked in a tangle while the fucked
their asses together. It was past four in the morning when all
four were finally sated. They fell asleep on the large bed in a
knotted jumble of sweating limbs and naked bodies.
The next morning, Sayali and Suresh were woken by the gentle
caresses of their hired lovemates. They fucked them again,
unhurriedly and luxuriantly, for over an hour. Finally, Suresh and
Sayali were alone again. They lay in bed, kissing and fondling and
slowly arousing each other and began to fuck.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked softly as he slid his cock into her
cunt.
"Very much. And you?"
"Oh yes. He was very good."
"We'll get them back tonight."
"Try someone else. There's quite a range on offer."
"So I noticed."
"They're all exceptionally good."
"Okay. But you choose."
"All right."
"I love you," he said and kissed her slowly.
"And I love you, Suresh," she said. "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck
me hard!"
The rest of their honeymoon was a haze of naked, hot, eager flesh.
Suresh fucked more women than he could remember. Each was
fabulous. He never tired of Sayali and their fucking got better as
his lectual skills improved rapidly under the deft tutelage of the
succession of mistresses. Sayali had a penchant for adventure.
When they went out, late one evening, for a boat-ride on the lake,
Sayali looked around and, noticing that the lake was deserted,
asked if he would like to watch the boatman fuck her.
By this time, Suresh was completely blasé about fornication. He
assessed the boatman quickly, with a confident, expert eye and
accepted the suggestion. He instructed the boatman to row them to
a quiet corner of the lake under an overhanging tree. Then he sat
in the prow of the boat and watched the stranger fuck his wife.
Sayali loved it. They paused and continued in a deserted
boathouse. The next day, she did it again with a horseman when
they went riding, and the day after that with another boatman.
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