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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>


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                          THE COCKTAIL PARTY



    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?"

    "He."

    "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
    Supriya.

    "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
    prettily.

    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.

    "What?"

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

    "Karan."

    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
    room.

    "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.
    "Surprised?"

    "Very."

    "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.

    "Supriya."

    "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
    lovers."

    "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.

    "OH MA UHHHH AHHHHHH UHH OHHHHHHHHHHH!"

    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
    Kathmandu?"

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

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

    "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
    cunt!"

    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?"

    "Selvaraj."

    "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
    drink.

    "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
    it."

    "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?"

    "Constantly."

    "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."

    "What?"

    "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.
    Toyboys."

    "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
    special?"

    "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
    shit."

    "Complete equality?"

    "Thatís right."

    "For both."

    "Precisely."

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

    "Oh?"

    "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,
    actually."

    "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
    clientele.

    "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
    cock.

    "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
    strokes.

    "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 &
    Venery?"

    "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?"

    "Yes."

    "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
    it!"

    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
    lewdly.

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

    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
    moaned.

    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
    furiously.

    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
    deliriously.

    "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
    moan.

    "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
    fuck."

    "And no promises."

    "None."

    "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
    house?"

    "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
    throat.

    "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
    disbelief.

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

    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
    shoot.

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

    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
    loudly.

    "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
    flesh.

    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
    release.

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

    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.

    "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUNHHHHHOHHHHHHH!" she cried.

    "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
    closer.

    "That was unbelievable. Thank you."

    "Youíre welcome."

    "Do I get the recommendation?"

    "Greedy bitch."

    "No. Horny cunt. Do I?"

    "Yes."

    "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."

    "Then?"

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

    "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."

    "Oh."

    "Does that bother you?"

    "No. No, I donít think so."

    "Ever been butt-fucked?"

    "Yes."

    "Enjoy it?"

    "Sometimes. If the man is good."

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

    "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."

    "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."

    "Yes."

    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
    deliriously.

    "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
    breasts.

    "Iíll stay," she murmured.

    "Okay."

    "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
    mouth!"

    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
    ear.

    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
    parties.

                              __________
                              

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

    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
    them.

    "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?"

    "Very."

    "Whereís Karan?"

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

    "How díyou get home?"

    "Taxi."

    "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
    shoulders.

    "Had a good time?"

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

    "Excellent."

    "Who was she?"

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

    "Karan?"

    "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
    so.

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

    "I guess so. Was Rakesh good?"

    "You saw."

    "Yes."

    "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,
    lover."

    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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