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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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    They woke late the next morning and fucked again. Suresh was
    roused the touch of her lips on his cock and his penis ballooned
    swiftly in her mouth. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, then
    fucked again in the shower when he took her standing, from behind.
    Finally, almost reluctantly, they left their suite and went down
    to a late brunch. He watched her butter a croissant and nibble on
    it delicately, almost sensuously and grew aroused again. He
    pressed his hand to her thigh under the table.

    "I want to fuck you. Now. Let's go," he whispered.

    She smiled. "No," she murmured. "Later. Now I want you to take a


    "Remember what I told you last night? Well, this is it. So please
    go out, anywhere you like. Be back in forty-five minutes. And then
    this is what you must do. Are you listening?"


    "When you come back, don't knock on the door. Open it with your
    key. Quietly. *Very*quietly. Go through the living area of the
    suite onto the terrace outside and cross to the bedroom doors, the
    ones that open out on the terrace. Whatever you do, don't come in.
    First look into the room. Don't be surprised or upset by anything
    you see. I think you'll like it."

    "And then?"

    She smiled. "Then let your heart and mind decide. You'll know what
    to do."

    "Patience, my love," she smiled, her bewitching eyes dancing.

    And so, after the meal, Suresh and Sayali parted for the first
    time in three days. She went up alone to the suite and Suresh went
    out for a walk. He browsed through the pretty bazaar, bought some
    chocolates and cheese for her, meandered around the edge of the
    lake, noticing that there were plenty of pleasure boats for a
    leisurely evening out. He forced himself to wait, but itched to
    get back to her. Time seemed to crawl. He sat by the lake, smoked
    a cigarette and, closing his eyes, snoozed in the dappled
    sunlight. His mind filled with erotic fantasies as he saw himself
    fucking his beautiful, naked wife, plundering her flesh, making
    her moan and gasp erotic obscenities as he entered her again and
    again. The dream was vivid and vibrant and Suresh acquired a huge
    erection. He squirmed on the park bench.

    His digital watch chimed and he woke with a start. It was almost
    time. Gathering his things, he hurried back to the hotel. His
    pulse quickened as he got out of the elevator and went up to his
    door. He inserted the key in the door and silently let himself in.
    The room had been cleaned and serviced. There were fresh flowers
    in the vase on a small circular table and the thick drapes at the
    French windows leading to the deck were drawn back, and the fine
    muslin curtains carefully arranged in scallops. The doors were
    open and sunlit flooded the room. The curtains rippled in the
    gentle breeze. The door to the bedroom was shut. Suresh dropped
    his purchases on a side table and cautiously stepped across the
    room and went out onto the terrace. It was empty, except for a
    round wrought-iron table and chairs arranged under a colourful sun
    umbrella. He noticed that the doors that led from the bedroom to
    the terrace were also open, the drapes similarly pulled wide, the
    muslin inner curtains half-drawn. He heard voices, sounds, strange
    sounds from the bedroom. He crept along the terrace and looked in.

    As long as he lived, he would never forget the sight that met his
    eyes. Sayali, his bride of all three days, was on her knees on the
    carpeted floor of the bedroom. She was wearing only a terry-cloth

    Standing before her was the room-service steward who had delivered
    their meal the previous night. His shirt was pulled off, and his
    trousers were unzipped. Sayali was sucking his cock.

    He was a handsome man, tall and lean with a fine-featured,
    aquiline, rugged face. His body was strong and muscular, with
    broad shoulders, a deep chest, neatly cleaved in the centre, a
    flat, hard belly, narrow waist and high hips. His arms and legs
    were long and bulged with muscle. He was clean-shaven,
    square-jawed and his eyes were deep and dark. His thick black hair
    was swept clear off his forehead.

    He groaned softly, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his
    mouth open. His hands were on Sayali's head, rocking it steadily
    back and forth between his thighs. His hips pumped at her face.
    Suresh could see his inflamed penis glistening between her lips.
    Her face was distended by its size. She held the cock in one fist
    and pumped it vigorously as she sucked and licked his cock-head.
    His hands slipped to her shoulders and he pulled her gown open and
    slid his hands down to her breasts.

    He bent his head and looked down at her, gasping in delight.
    "C'mon whore ... suck it! Suck my cock, bitch! Do it!" he grunted.

    Suresh went stone cold. He could scarcely believe what he was
    seeing. Hot tears pricked his eyes and his legs buckled. He slid
    to the floor and moaned softly, burying his head in his hands, his
    back to the wall. From the room, the steward's loud gasps burned
    in his ears.

    "Oh baby yes! Yes! C'mon, whore, suck it harder! That's it ... oh
    fuck yes!"

    Suresh's mind whirled in confusion and rage. The sex with Sayali
    had been glorious, better than he had imagined possible. She
    seemed to love it, too, and had said so, repeatedly. How could she
    be doing this, then? How had he failed?

    The rage rose like a suppurating sore and rancid bile filled his
    throat. For several minutes, he sat there, rocking back and forth,
    whimpering softly. He forced himself to take control, taking long,
    deep breaths and steadying his breathing. He thought of what she
    had said and asked of him, of his promise. Clearly, she was not a
    virgin. He could have left it at that. Instead, he had pressed for
    an explanation; she hadn't volunteered one.

    She could have given him a hundred different lies and he would
    never have known better. Instead, she had offered to tell him the
    truth. Even there, she gave him a choice. Suresh realised that
    Sayali was doing this quite deliberately, to show him what he
    wanted to know, needed to know, had to know. She had kept her
    word. He would have to keep his. He loved her too much not to.

    He lurched to his feet and went to the French windows again and
    looked in. They were on the bed now, and the steward lay on his
    back, naked, while she sucked and licked his throbbing penis
    lasciviously, slowly running her teeth up and down the nine-inch
    long shaft. Suresh noticed with a pang of envy that his penis was
    much larger than his own, his body was harder and better muscled.

    He saw her eyes glitter with lust as she dragged her tongue up the
    glistening shaft, her lips wide, her cheeks and breasts flecked
    with pre-cum gunk. The waiter craned his neck and grinned at her.

    "Keep sucking, bitch ...," he murmured. "You give great head.
    Always loved sucking cock, didn't you?"

    Suresh started. How often had they done this? How did she know
    him? When was she here? How long had they been lovers? A thousand
    unanswered questions flooded his mind.

    He watched as Sayali bent her head and drew his cock deep in her
    mouth, sucking it slowly and heavily, working it with her tongue.
    The man's cock spurted and she moaned, swallowing his pre-cum

    "Please," she murmured. "Come in my mouth. I want to drink your

    "No chance, bitch," he grinned and pushed her head away.

    Sayali's head rose, and she smiled wantonly. "Then lick my slit.
    Tongue-fuck me."

    "Anytime, whore!"

    She slid up his body, kissing and licking it like a whore, sucking
    and licking his nipples. Suresh watched as she kissed him deeply,
    thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her legs spread on either
    side of his body. She slithered higher, unbelting her robe and
    pulling it wide. Her breasts were swollen and hard, her nipples
    rigid with excitement. She lifted them to his lips and he sucked
    on them, kneaded them, squeezed them together and sucked both
    nipples simultaneously.

    "Ohhh yes!" she gasped, clenching his head.

    Whimpering and gasping, she slid higher and his tongue and lips
    pressed to her naked belly as she moved. She knelt over his face
    and, spreading her legs wide, pulled her cunt-lips open with the
    fingers of one hand. The steward gripped her buttocks and thrust
    his face into her crotch.

    "Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes! Do it, Michael baby yes! Ohhh fuck fuck

    Sayali's obscenities rang in her husband's ears. He watched,
    transfixed, as she moaned and gasped, her hips writhing and
    swaying over the hotel employee's face. His tongue probed her
    slit, darting in and out of her visibly wet crack. His finger slid
    between her buttocks and she whimpered as she felt it at her anus.
    He sucked her gorged clitoris and she hissed in pleasure, one palm
    flat on her sucked-in belly, the other crushing and kneading her
    swollen breasts in an agony of lust. She began to jerk and bounce
    on his face, her hands under her breasts, her head arched back,
    her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in a wide 'O'.

    "Do it! Do it ... god yes ... shove it in deeper, babe ... OHHHHH
    yes! Lick my slit, Michael Ohhh MichUHHHHHl yes!"

    She moaned and panted, and stroked herself sensuously, caressing
    her face and breasts and belly and thighs, hissing in pleasure as
    he swirled his tongue through her sodden cunt. Getting off his
    face, she sat propped against the bedstead, her knees drawn up and
    spread wide. The waiter flipped over and pushed his head into her
    crotch. She gripped his hair and moved his head round and round
    between her thighs, her hips jerking and lurching, her face
    flipping from side to side, her hands caressing her breasts.
    Suresh watched as she twined her fingers in her *mangalsutra* and
    rolled the rough beads over her rigid nipples.

    "OhmaunhhhOHHHHH!" she cried as the man jammed two fingers into
    her cunt and masturbated her vigorously, his tongue flickering
    rapidly in her slit.

    Her back arched, her breasts thrust outward and her head jerked to
    one side. Her face was radiant with lust, her mouth torn open in a
    wide 'O', her eyes closed and she squeezed her swollen breasts in
    a frenzy. The man pumped his hand furiously at her crotch.

    When he finally stopped, Sayali was panting and moaning like a
    bitch in heat. He straightened and she flung herself forward and
    buried her face in his crotch, sucking his rampant penis greedily
    and hungrily. There was no mistaking the lust in her. She wanted
    it. There was no pretense.

    The man fucked her face rapidly for several minutes, jerking her
    head back and forth in both hands, pumping his hips at her mouth.
    His head bent to watch her, he gasped and groaned and then
    chuckled softly as she played with her breasts and fingered her
    slit. He pushed her head away abruptly.

    Moaning, her chest heaving, Suresh's bride turned around on the
    bed on her forearms and knees, her naked buttocks thrust back at
    the steward. She spread her legs apart and he shuffled forward,
    his swollen penis in his hand and squeezed it between her

    "Want it in your ass, bitch?" he chortled. "Like in the good old
    days? You always liked it in your butt, didn't you?"

    "Yes," she moaned. "But later ... first ... first fuck my cunt,

    In the ass? Like the old days? The way she liked it? Suresh could
    hardly believe his ears. His beautiful bride had not only slept
    with this man, she had been sodomised by him! And she had enjoyed
    it, wanted it! The questions erupted again, confusing and clouding
    his mind. He moaned softly in despair.

    Before his eyes, Michael squeezed his cock-head into Sayali's
    cunt. She moaned softly, her head lifting, biting her lower hip.
    He groaned his joy, his fingertips on her buttocks and arched his
    head. Suresh watched as his powerful buttocks flexed slowly and
    his hips slid forward. The monstrous penis disappeared into her
    cunt, vanishing between the curved lobes of her buttocks.

    "Oh fuck yes!" she gasped in joy, her face radiant. "Oh god
    Michael that's so good! Come on, lover ... Shove it in! Deeper!
    Ahh yes! That's it! Ohh yes!"

    Her body rocked forward as the steward drilled his penis into her
    flesh. He gasped, his buttocks flexed taut, his thighs pressed to
    hers, his balls against her buttocks. His hands slid up her body
    and he squeezed her large, succulent, pendulous breasts. She
    turned her face and he leaned over to kiss her. Suresh noticed her
    hungry, ardent response.

    "Come on, Michael! Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!" she gasped.

    He chuckled softly. "Yeh, right, like a whore. It's what you are,
    right, bitch? A regular whore! Always were, always will be, eh,

    "Yes," she moaned. "Yes ... I'm a whore, Michael ... a randy

    He eased his buttocks backward, his cock glistening out of her
    cunt, emerging from the curves of her buttocks. She moaned softly
    and he slid slowly back into her again, going in deep, till he was
    embedded in her cunt. She whimpered and rocked under him, moaning
    in pleasure, her buttocks swaying and writhing erotically against
    his. Her long *mangalsutra* swung and slithered back and forth.
    Michael twined his fingers in it and rolled it across her rigid
    nipples. Sayali groaned, whimpering in unmistakable pleasure. They
    fucked slowly and unhurriedly, like lovers do, in no visible
    anxiety about time or being caught at it. His buttocks flexed and
    unflexed and his hips swung back and forth and his cock glided
    smoothly in and out of her cunt, emerging and disappearing between
    her buttocks.

    "So tell me, cunt," he said. "When did you first start doing

    "Fuck you, Michael," she gasped thickly, rocking and swaying
    passionately under him.

    "No babe. Fuck *you*. Come on, tell me."

    "What, damn it? Tell you what?"

    "How you got to be such a whore. Who you first fucked. When. And
    after him, who. All of it."

    "Later," she gasped. "Not now."

    "No. Now."

    "Fuck you, you bastard," she hissed.

    "Tell me, bitch, or I'm gonna walk out of here and tell the world
    about you. I'm sure that wimpy husband of yours would like to hear
    about the whore he got suckered into marrying," the steward

    "You motherfucker," she snarled over her shoulder at him, her face
    red with rage. "Don't you dare hurt Suresh."

    "Oh, his name's Suresh is it? Suresh the wimp." Michael jeered and
    rocked his cock in and out of her cunt, holding her by the waist,
    keeping her pinned.

    Suresh noticed that she made no attempt to break free, just kept
    rocking her cunt back and forth along his shaft. Her breasts
    wobbled and swung.

    "Listen, you bastard," she said softly in a voice that trembled
    with anger. "I love that man. I love him with all my heart, more
    than I have anyone else in my life."


    "It's the goddamned truth. I've fucked men, and I've had friends,
    but I've never had a friend whose also a lover or the other way
    around. Look at you. You're not a friend. You just fuck me ..."

    "And you love it, and you love me."

    "No, sisterfucker, that's where you're wrong. I don't love *you*.
    I love being fucked by you, but it's not you that I love. It's
    your cock and your body and things you do to me with it. And
    you're just another prick, that's it. I've had others, and they
    were just as good, and I loved it just as much."

    "And Suresh, tell me you like fucking him, too. Tell me he's good
    in bed."

    "He is. He's fantastic."


    "Fuck you. He's a lover like you'll never be, Michael
    motherfucker. Because he's kind and decent and gentle and he loves
    me. I have orgasms with him that make me want to cry. That good.
    You just bring me off. That's the difference, if you must know."

    "Yeah, I believe you," the man chuckled, completely unperturbed,
    arrogant in his ophelimity. "Explains why you called me here to
    fuck you. Makes a whole load of sense."

    Laughing in disbelief, he continued fucking her unhurriedly. His
    hips slid forward, his cock squeezed into her cunt; he paused,
    then slowly withdrew, and paused again. Holding her waist, his
    buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately with his thrusts, the
    steward fucked Sayali. She whimpered softly, writhing in unfaked
    pleasure under him, her body lurching and rocking back and forth
    on her forearms and knees.

    Slowly, he built up speed. His motions grew faster and his thrusts
    went in deeper. Sayali gasped and cried out, jerking forward under
    his lunges. Faster and faster he went, his hips swinging rapidly.
    Holding her hips, he rammed into her. Sayali cried out thinly as
    his cock plunged deep into her cunt.

    "Ohhhhhh Unhhh yes! Ohhh yes-yes-yes Ohhh fuck yes!" she cried.

    "Take it! Take it whore! Take it!" he gasped, moving at a furious

    He slammed his hips back and forth, pummelling her buttocks with
    his thighs. His thighs smacked loudly against her flesh. She
    gasped and cried out, jerking and rocking under his thrusts. Her
    breasts shook violently. His cock pistoned and plunged furiously
    in and out of her cunt. His buttocks flexed and unflexed
    powerfully and his hips swung back and forth, up and down, like a
    trip-hammer at full blast, driving his rampant penis deeply in and
    out of her flesh. Suresh noticed that he was in complete control
    and envied his skill.

    Suddenly, just as she was on the verge of an orgasm, he slid out
    of her cunt. She gasped in shock and frustration and reached back
    for his cock, trying to claw it back into her flesh.

    "You bastard!" she cried. "Don't stop now!"

    He laughed and slapped her buttocks gently. "I want to raid your
    ass, bitch. Give me some cream."

    "It's on the dresser. Hurry!" Sayali moaned softly and bent
    steeply forward in a *namaz* pose so that her shoulders were on
    the bed, her buttocks and hips lifted high. Her face was turned to
    the French windows where Suresh stood.

    The steward strolled to the dresser and selected a plastic bottle
    of lotion. Flipping open the cap, he tipped some into his palm and
    anointed his cock luxuriously, stroking it with pleasure. His
    penis glistened and gleamed. Taking some more, he parted her
    buttocks and massaged her anus and then pressed a fingertip into
    her asshole. Sayali gasped and lurched forward. He wriggled his
    finger in and out of her anus, laughing at her reaction.

    "Come on, whore. Say you want it. Tell me you want it in your

    "Yes," she whimpered. "Shove it into my butt, Michael! Come on, do

    He was behind her again, his penis pressed between her buttocks,
    his cock-head at her anus. He paused and grinned.

    "Can't hear you, bitch," he said. "Louder."

    "Please ... Michael ... oh please ..."

    "That's it, bitch. Beg! Beg for it!"

    "Please, Michael ... fuck my ass! Shove your cock into my ass! I
    want it! Please ... please do it!"

    Suresh watched goggle-eyed. This was a fantasy come to life. He
    had long harboured a secret desire to fuck a woman in the ass, but
    feared an outright rejection at best, or, worse still, being
    labelled as depraved and debauched. He had often heard of women
    who were said to enjoy sex; he could scarcely believe that his
    bride was one of them. To his shock, watching them, he found he
    had a massive erection. He unzipped his fly and started
    masturbating slowly.

    On the bed, Sayali twisted her body and gripped Michael's
    protruding shaft in one hand. He laughed down at her and held her

    "Set?" he asked softly.

    "Come on ... do it!" she cried.

    Michael flexed his buttocks. His cock slid between her fingers and
    the cleft between her buttocks. Her head jerked upward and her
    face contorted in a violent trismus of lust. Her mouth tore open
    and a soft shriek erupted from her throat. Michael gasped, his
    mouth falling open, his body taut and quivering with tension.
    Sayali's chest heaved and she cried out again, in sobbing,
    shuddering gasps. Her long neck was arched and tendons stood out
    in her throat. Her arm was rigid with tension, and her fingers
    tightened on his cock. Her thighs and buttocks tensed.

    Suresh watched in mounting disbelief and excitement. Michael
    waited; obviously, he had done this before to her, and knew what
    to do. He held still. Beneath him, Sayali's ragged breathing
    gradually steadied. She began jerking his cock slowly, gently.

    "Come on," she gasped. "Come on Michael ... fuck my ass!"

    The steward groaned and slowly flexed his buttocks and eased his
    hips forward. His penis slipped between her fingers and into her
    rear channel. She gasped again, and now it was a cry of naked

    "Yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhhhh unhhhhh yes! Do it, baby! Fuck my

    Inexorably, his cock vanished into her flesh. She held it till the
    very last, till her hand was pinned between his thighs and her
    buttocks. Then, slowly, hissing in pleasure, she released it. Her
    hand slid up her body and she squeezed her heavy breasts in wanton
    lust. Her body writhed and swayed in pleasure on the bed. Her face
    was radiant with pleasure. Her buttocks squirmed against his

    "Oh fuck that feels so good, Michael," she moaned.

    "Just like it used to be, eh, bitch?" he grinned. "Just like the
    old times?"

    "Yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes! I want it!"

    Suresh watched in horrified fascination as the steward sodomised
    his beautiful bride. He fucked her ass slowly and in no apparent
    hurry, savouring her delights to the full. His buttocks flexed and
    unflexed and his hips rocked gently back and forth. His cock went
    in and out of her anus, appearing and disappearing as though
    extruded from her flesh, then drawn in again. Sayali's face
    twisted with excitement and lust and she whimpered, her shoulders
    on the bed, her face turned to one side, facing Suresh, her eyes
    closed, and her body rocked and swung back and forth under his
    thrusts. Suresh was transfixed by the sight of Michael's hard,
    glistening penis sliding in and out of his wife's butt. She moaned
    her pleasure and he began to move slightly faster, holding her
    buttocks and hips, squeezing her soft flesh eagerly as he pushed
    and squeezed his swollen cock into her asshole. He thrust hand
    under her belly and fingered her slit. Sayali moaned and orgasmed
    violently, her body shuddering and trembling. The steward groaned
    in delight and slowly skewered her ass deeply, once, twice, three,
    four, five times. Each thrust drew an ululating moan from her
    throat. He gasped in response. Finally, gasping, he pulled slowly
    out of her and, jerking his cock in his fist, came copiously over
    her back and thighs and in the crevice between her lovely
    buttocks. Groaning, he pushed his still dribbling cock back into
    her asshole and fucked her again slowly for a few minutes.

    They behaved like lovers, as if it was their honeymoon, not his.
    Suresh watched as the man flung himself into an armchair and lit a
    cigarette. On the bed, Sayali lay on her front, whimpering and
    gasping, her chest heaving. Slowly, she turned her face to him.

    "Hey, Mike."


    "You're not done yet, are you?"

    He chuckled. "What do you think?"

    "The Michael I knew could have fucked me at least twice more."

    "I haven't changed."

    "So fuck me."

    "Come and make me."

    "Tell me what you'd like." Sayali turned on her side to face him.
    "Shall I frig for you?"

    "With a dildo?"

    "If you like."

    "You have one?"

    She laughed. "Part of my travelling kit. I don't leave home
    without it. It's the first drawer, there, a blue travelling pouch.
    Will you get it?"

    "Nah, forget it. Prefer the real thing. C'mere and suck my cock."

    Sayali rolled out of bed with a delighted, wanton smile and walked
    across to him. He grinned at her. Suresh moaned to himself, his
    fist sticky with his jizz as he took in the sight of her superbly
    curved, slender, dusky body swaying across the room, her breasts
    bouncing, her buttocks rippling smoothly and strongly. He
    remembered her reaction when the steward pushed his cock between
    them and into her anus and was filled with a desire to emulate
    him. He watched, now numb to the trauma, alive only to the
    hyperbolic sexual debauchery being played out before him.

    Michael grinned wolfishly as she came up to him. He sat, smoking,
    one leg drawn up, the heel on the seat of the chair, the other
    flung casually over the arm. He masturbated slowly, his legs
    spread wide. He put out his cigarette as she came to him. Standing
    before him, she bent forward and they kissed. He cupped her
    breasts and fondled them gently. Her long *mangalsutra* swung
    between their bodies. Her hands got busy in his groin, stroking
    his cock deftly. He slid a hand down to her crotch and her legs
    shuffled apart in immediate welcome. Her buttocks writhed in
    pleasure as he slid a finger into her slit.

    They broke the kiss and Sayali bent her head and sucked and licked
    his nipples. Slowly, she dragged her tongue down his body,
    slipping to her knees. Finally, her head bent over his crotch and
    her tongue snaked out and coiled around his cock-head.

    "Mm, tastes good," she murmured, smiling wantonly as she licked
    the penis, so recently in her ass. "I love this."


    "Sucking a cock that's been in my ass."

    He grinned and gripped her head, pushing it down onto his penis.

    "C'mon, whore! Gimme head!" he grunted.

    Sayali fondled his penis lovingly, masturbating him with a
    deftness that was evidently acquired by long years of incessant
    practice. His penis throbbed and stirred and began to swell. She
    licked it gently, steadily, and then her lips parted and slipped
    about the cock-head. He grunted and grinned and moved her head up
    and down. She sucked his cock steadily, then faster and faster.
    His erection ballooned in her mouth, distending her face. Rising,
    she squeezed her breasts in a sheath around it and masturbated him
    briefly with her breasts before resuming sucking his cock.

    "Mm, yeh ... suck it ... suck it good, bitch," he murmured. "Mm
    ... yeh ... that's it ... suck it ... suck it, whore!"

    Sayali whimpered deep in her throat; evidently, she enjoyed
    sucking cock. She caressed her breasts and her hand slid into her
    crotch and she masturbated gently. After several minutes, the man
    pushed her head away.

    "Time to fuck again, whore," he chuckled. "Come on."

    Sayali got to her feet and, turning around, straddled his lap. He
    slouched low in the chair, his huge penis pointing upward. She
    reached down and, taking it delicately in her hand, guided to her
    cunt. Suresh saw her pause, her palm along the shaft, her
    fingertips against his balls, his cock-head at her cunt-lips; then
    she drew in her breath and her hips sank and her cunt slipped down
    on his cock-head, running smoothly and rapidly and easily, so that
    his cock disappeared into her cunt like a knife into butter.

    "Ohhhhh yes!"

    Sayali gasped loudly, her head rising, her mouth fluttering open.
    Her belly rippled in and she grimaced in pleasure. Still holding
    the shaft, she moved her cunt lower still, and lower yet. His cock
    disappeared into her belly. She moaned thickly, her head arched,
    her belly sucked in, her hips squirming and writhing in pleasure
    on his lap. He caressed her back gently, his hands gliding up and
    down her smooth, dusky flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts.
    She hissed softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands
    and pinched her rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls

    "Oh fuck, that feels so good, Mikey," she murmured and leaned back
    against his chest, turning her face to his.

    He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
    Their lips parted and their tongues fenced openly against each
    other. He caressed her cock-filled cunt and she moaned softly, one
    bangled arm looped over his head. His hands roamed over her torso,
    playing with her breasts, caressing her belly, fondling her cunt.
    He twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the rough
    beads over her nipples, making her shudder in delight. Slowly, she
    straightened. Her hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic
    circles on his lap. She groaned and her arched slowly. Her hips
    swirled slowly round and round, her buttocks flexing and squeezing
    over his cock. She hissed softly and her hips rose, still circling
    and undulating, then spiralled slowly down again. Her mouth
    fluttered open and she leaned forward, her shoulders hunched, deep
    hollows appearing them, with her hands on his knees. Slowly, she
    began to rock up and down on his cock, sliding her cunt up and
    down the length of his shaft. Her belly rippled inward and she
    arched her back, hissing in pleasure as her cunt ground down deep
    on his cock. She paused, his cock half in her cunt and clapped her
    buttocks rapidly together, squeezing his cock with her cunt. He
    gasped under her and arched his hips; his cock reared into her
    cunt and she moaned in delight.

    "Oh fuck yes! Oh god yes!" she cried.

    "Come on! Come on, whore! Do it!" he groaned, his face flushed
    with lust, his mouth hanging open, panting like a dog in heat.

    Whimpering and moaning her pleasure, Sayali began rocking up and
    down on the steward's swollen penis. Her breasts jumped and
    bounced with her motions and the long *mangalsutra* tossed and
    slapped on her skin. Gasping and crying out lewdly, she moved
    faster and faster. Her buttocks caromed off his thighs. She
    squeezed his balls in excitement. Her palm, fingers spreadeagled,
    lay flat on her belly as she suddenly ground her hips round in
    tight, jerky circles. Hissing his pleasure, she dragged her hand
    up her body, crushing her breasts savagely, up to her arched face.

    "God yes, Mikey, yes!" she moaned. "Oh fuck I love your cock in my
    slit! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!"

    "C'mon ... take it ... take it whore! Take it!" he gasped.

    Holding her waist, he moved her up and down on his cock, pumping
    his hips beneath her. His penis went in and out of her flesh; her
    cunt slithered along the length of his shaft. Leaning forward, her
    breasts in both hands, her mouth open in a wide 'O', Sayali rocked
    faster and faster up and down on his cock. He jerked her down
    savagely onto his lance with rising urgency, forcing choking cries
    from her throat. Her head hung on her chest.

    They paused abruptly. Gasping and panting, her chest heaving, she
    rose off his cock. He slid out of the chair and lay on the
    carpeted floor on his back, his head to the windows where Suresh
    stood, watching numbly.

    Sayali straddled her lover's hips and quickly moved his cock into
    her cunt. She gasped as her cunt slipped down and engulfed his

    "Mm," she said, rocking slowly back and forth on her knees.
    "That's good. Very good. Tell me you like it, Michael. Tell me
    what it feels like."

    "Great, whore," he snickered. "Nice tight little cunt you've got.
    Hot and juicy."

    "Can you feel it? Can you feel it squeezing your cock?"

    "Oh fuck, yes!"

    "Does it feel good? Tell me, Michael!"

    "Feels great! Just great!"

    He slid his hands up her body and fondled her breasts. Sayali
    arched her back and moaned. He moved his hips round and round and
    up and down under her. She whimpered in pleasure, writhing on his
    hips. Smiling down at him, she paused to coil her long hair in a
    knot high on the back of her head, exposing the superb line of her
    neck. Then she bent over him and kissed him deeply, her tongue
    snaking out long and sharp, flicking against his. He squeezed her
    buttocks and pressed a finger to her anus. She writhed over him
    and arched back, one hand behind her body to squeeze his buttocks.
    He thumbed her clitoris. She hissed and moaned loudly. Her eyes
    were wide open and she was looking straight at Suresh; yet there
    was no hint of recognition, or acknowledgment of his presence. He
    stared at her silently, not knowing whether she saw him or through

    They fucked in this position for several minutes, moving faster
    and faster. Her breasts jumped and shook and her cries rang out
    loud and clear. Then they stopped again. He got to his feet and
    she sucked his cock for some time. On the bed, she lay on her back
    and the man began licking her slit. She murmured in pleasure, her
    body rocking and jerking gently on the soft bed. Finally, he moved
    up over her, between her legs, his cock in his hand. She spread
    her legs wide and guided him into her flesh. He flexed his
    buttocks and his cock dipped into her flesh and vanished slowly
    inward as his hips swung forward and down. Sayali arched under
    him, moaning loudly, her face radiant with pleasure. She clenched
    his thick biceps, caressed his hard, muscular torso and fondled
    his taut buttocks. He began to move, fucking her slowly and
    unhurriedly, sliding his hips gently back and forth, stroking his
    cock in and out of her cunt. She murmured in pleasure, rocking and
    jerking under him, kissing him lasciviously. Craning her head, she
    sucked and licked his small, dark, stiff nipples, her hands
    caressing his hard back.



    "You really want to know?"


    "About me. About my lovers, and my whoring."

    He grinned and kissed her. "You want to tell me, tell me."

    "I want to tell you."

    "So talk."

    She kissed him hungrily. "Just don't stop fucking me."

    "Not a chance."

    She smiled and her head fell back and she murmured in pleasure. "I
    had my first affair when I was sixteen. I was very horny even
    then, and we had this very sexy servant, Ramu. One day, I bunked
    school, said I had a headache and came home, because I knew
    everyone else would be out except him. He was alone."

    "How old was he?"

    "Oh, twenty, twenty-four, something like that. But very sexy. Tall
    and handsome and dark, with this great muscular body. I used to
    frig like crazy dreaming about him. Anyway, I got him and he was
    there, so I took off my underclothes and went to him in my school
    uniform, all the buttons undone. He understood what I had in mind
    and he was hot as hell. He fucked me first in the kitchen, slowly
    and gently and that orgasm blew my mind. I couldn't believe how
    fantastic it was. I got him to fuck me again, in the bedroom, from
    behind. Then one more time with me on top."

    "Crazy bitch. At sixteen!"

    "At randy sixteen, yes. We continued this for a long time, several
    months. Then he asked if I would like to fuck some friends of his.
    Of course I said yes. He brought up some guys and I loved the
    differences in their cocks and the different ways they had of
    fucking me. Then they asked if I would like to try fucking more
    than one at a time. I'd been waiting for them to ask. So I did. It
    was pure heaven."

    She paused and he kissed her, still rocking rhythmically in and
    out of her cunt, a master in complete control. He licked and
    sucked on her nipples gently and she murmured softly.

    "It was great. I loved fucking, and they loved fucking me. Then I
    graduated, and in college, I had a couple of guys. We used to fuck
    up on the hostel terrace or in their rooms. They were good,
    athletic types and it continued for a few months with each before
    I went on to the next guy."


    "Then I graduated and had to get a job. I learned typing and
    shorthand and one day, while I was fucking with the servants, a
    new guy came up. He was introduced as a friend. He fucked me very
    well, better than I'd been fucked before. I was deliriously happy
    when he was finally done, after a couple of hours."

    "Must have been quite a stud."

    "Of course he was. He was a talent scout for Hedon & Venery."

    "No shit."

    "God's truth, he was. Sanjay. He came back the next day, and the
    next, and the day after that, every day for a week. One Sunday, he
    asked me to come with him, he wanted to show me something that
    would blow my mind."

    "And he took you to the Apistia?"

    "Right. And asked me to sign up. And told me the salary."

    "So you did. There and then."

    "Without a second's thought. He asked me when I wanted to start
    work. I said now and he laughed. And ten minutes later, I was a
    whore, being fucked by a guy I didn't know and getting paid for

    Michael laughed softly. "That's quite a story. But it's not

    "What else is there to know?"

    "Why you got married."

    Sayali smiled gently and luxuriantly and stretched her body,
    arching pleasurably under him, kissing him, fondling his muscular
    physique. Her hips moved gently under his, pumping rhythmically up
    and down. He stroked gentlyand unhurriedly in and out of her cunt.
    She licked his nipple lasciviously.

    "Because, my darling stud, I needed to. I wanted a man who was
    decent and gentle and kind and loved me and not just my body. I
    wanted a friend, a real friend. All I'd had since sixteen was
    lovers, men who wanted to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and
    that's it."

    "So why him?"

    "Because he asked. Because I liked what I saw. He's a generous,
    hardworking, sincere, faithful kind, who doesn't do things by

    "You think he'll be the same when he finds out."

    "He already knows."


    "Believe it. He knows it all. Anything else he wants to know, I'll
    tell him."

    "And you don't think he'll mind?"

    "No. I know he won't."

    "How can you be so sure?"

    "Because I've slept with him. Not just fucked. Made love to him.
    When a man makes love, his soul is open. I know Suresh. He'll
    understand. He'll accept. We'll make this marriage work."

    "Doesn't look like it, if you're fornicating on your honeymoon."

    "Sex isn't going to be the thing that'll keep us together."

    "But it'll drive you apart."

    "No. We'll be together despite my fornicating."

    "So you intend to continue."

    "Yes. Certainly."

    "What if he minds? Says no?"

    "He won't."

    "Lucky you, then."

    "Not just me, darling," she murmured, smiling. "You, too. Come on
    now, Michael, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"

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