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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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    By the time they returned to Bombay, Suresh was as completely
    addicted to sex as she. He allowed her to continue working at
    Hedon & Venery. She wanted to transfer her money to a joint
    account and he agreed, startled by the amount she had. She was
    considerably wealthier than he. He started using the Club Gere,
    often watching her at work with another member while he enjoyed
    some of the most mind-blowing fucks imaginable.

    At work, Suresh felt calmer and more confident. He drew up
    ambitious plans for expansion and growth and initiated
    negotiations with several new companies. The money poured in.
    Suresh found that he was suddenly required to do a lot of business
    entertaining at home and that much of the success of his
    negotiations depended on these parties. Sayali kept house
    impeccably; she refurbished it in the finest taste and she was a
    superlative cook. Suresh still sensed something amiss. Finally, he
    confronted a recent guest. They were in his newly acquired,
    opulently furnished town office.

    "Did you enjoy yourself last evening?" Suresh asked politely as
    they settled down.

    "Yes, thank you. It was very pleasant."

    The reply was surprisingly casual, almost indifferent. Suresh
    looked at his visitor sharply.

    "Was something wrong?"

    "No. Not wrong. Everything was perfect."

    "Something missing then? Something lacking?"

    The man looked at him steadily. "Perhaps. It doesn't matter. Shall
    we get on with this?"

    Suresh put his hand on the folder before the visitor. "No. Please,
    wait. It does matter. If something was wrong, please tell me. I'd
    like to put it right."

    "Please. Forget it. It's nothing."

    "It matter to me. I must insist."

    "Very well, since you insist." The man took off his glasses. "Do
    you really want to know?"


    "Well, it was a pleasant evening, but that's all it was. Nothing
    more. The decor is very good, the food was superb, the company was

    "And yet?"

    "And yet there was no -- how shall I say it -- *excitement*."

    "Excitement? What do you mean? What happened?"

    The man took a deep breath. "That's just the point. *Nothing*

    "What should have happened?"

    The man shrugged. "I don't know. Something. Anything. Anything
    that would make the evening memorable. Something different, even

    "I don't follow."

    "Look, Suresh. I go to parties like this every night. One is much
    like the other. You meet people, you chat, you drink, you eat, you
    go home. That's it. There's little to tell one from the next. The
    decor varies, the food's sometimes different, sometimes the
    company is interesting. If you really want to make an impact,
    you've got to throw parties that people remember and talk about.
    Do something that'll make them want to come back. Then they think
    of you when it comes to business. Because you were able to give
    them pleasure."

    Suresh looked at him quietly. "I see," he said softly. "I see."

    "Anyway, forget it. Shall we proceed?"

    "No," Suresh said, standing up. "I don't think we should."

    "I'm sorry, I've offended you."

    Suresh laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Not at all, my
    friend, believe me, not in the least. It is I who have been remiss
    as a host. You're right, of course, and I must make amends. I'm
    not suggesting we abandon these talks. Let's just say they're
    deferred. Till the day after tomorrow. And tomorrow night, you
    dine with us again. I promise to have an exciting party. Then, the
    day after, if you tell me it was an interesting party, an exciting
    one, the deal is concluded. On my terms. If not, on yours. No
    negotiation. Is that fair?"

    "It's a deal."

    "Good. Thank you. And I'll see you at home tomorrow night."

    "I'll be there. Thank you."

    That night, after Sayali and he had finished with their hired
    partners, an exceptionally talented pair, Suresh told Sayali about
    his conversation that morning and asked for her advice. She
    considered it and he went down to lick her slit. She murmured in
    pleasure. Later, as she swung a leg across his hips and impaled
    her ever-hungry cunt on his ever-ready cock, she suggested that
    they put on a show. A sex show. Hire a couple, or a trio or
    quartet, and have them fuck for the guests. And then let the
    guests help themselves.

    Suresh was startled by the idea and expressed reservations. It
    might upset some, he said. Not everyone thought like this. Her
    answer was elegant in its simplicity. If they don't, she said, you
    don't want to do business with them. They're not your kind. You
    only do business with those who think like you, right, otherwise
    how do minds meet? If minds meet on questions of the flesh, is
    there any other area where they won't? Suresh conceded the point,
    but wondered whether a mere show would suffice in such a case. It
    had a contrived, deliberate quality to it, it was too conspicuous
    and obvious. Something, something not quite so blatant, something
    even more unexpected.

    Sayali smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Well, *I* could be the girl
    being fucked, if that's what you're suggesting."


    "Why not? I do it all the time. I'll just be doing it here, that's
    all. We'll hire a stud, or get one of the servants, and have them
    fuck me out in the hall with everyone watching. It's bound to be a
    turn-on. I mean, how many men throw parties where they display
    their wives being fucked in public? And you'd be surprised by the
    number of men who like to see married women being fucked or like
    fucking them."

    "Yes, I see that. And then what, the guests would fuck you, too?"

    "Not necessarily. We could decided that from party to party.
    Depends on the guests."

    "And you don't mind doing this?"

    "Mind? I'd *love* to do it!"

    Two days later, Suresh concluded the deal, on his terms. The man
    had to confess that he was not only surprised and excited, but
    completely overwhelmed by the party. Sayali, demure and sedate,
    dressed like the quintessential housewife in a *sari* with a long,
    prominently displayed *mangalsutra*, had been fucked before dinner
    on the low coffee-table in the center of the living area by a
    handsome gigolo. The five men were speechless. When Sayali offered
    herself to them, none of them refused and each fucked her
    greedily. Suresh landed five contracts the next day. This was the

    It became a routine, with minor variations. Sometimes Sayali would
    have a hired gigolo, sometimes two, once or twice three. When
    there were women, she did a lesbian show, *en passant*, before the
    men came in and took her. For select guests, she then offered her
    body to the men. None refused. Suresh's business grew beyond his
    wildest dreams.

    Soon, their parties were renowned in the more discrete sections of
    Bombay's business community. The food was always good and the sex
    was outstanding. The bashes got wilder. There were frequent orgies
    with several of Hedon & Venery's finest girls and studs being
    hired to service their guests. Sayali continued to be the star of
    the evening. Few could resist the unrivalled public sexual
    performances and the frequent opportunity to enjoy their hostess'
    body. The evening always commenced with a performance by Sayali.

    This evening was no different. The guests were first-timers, who
    had only heard incredibly wild rumours. Not one invitation was
    declined. There were five men, and Suresh wanted much from each.
    He would have it the next morning, and not one would refuse. He
    introduced Sayali with a startling announcement.

    "Gentlemen, meet my wife, Sayali." He smiled at the guests.

    They all rose and nodded politely, their eyes glittering with
    naked, open lust. She looked lovely. She was dressed in a fine,
    traditional *sari*, her hair in an elegant bun high on the back of
    her head, accentuating the elegant line of her long neck. A long
    *mangalsutra* hung around her neck. She wore a small gold
    nose-stud, gold ear-rings, silver anklets and toe-rings, gold
    bangles. Her blouse had a deep, plunging neck with a wide scoop
    that revealed a tantalising cleavage. Her blouse was cut short and
    high so that its lower hem ran hard under her breasts, which
    jutted out over it like ripe, succulent fruit, and exposed a large
    expanse of her midriff. Her *sari* was worn especially erotically,
    high on the hips and very low in front and behind so that it was
    just above her pubis and the cleft between her buttocks. Around
    her middle, she wore a thick gold girdle. This was unlike most
    girdles: in front, a thick strand descended from the girdle down
    her belly and disappeared under *sari* directly into her crotch.
    From behind, it rose between her buttocks and rejoined the girdle
    in the middle of her back. It was an extraordinarily erotic piece
    of jewelry. She was irresistible.

    She smiled at her guests, her dark, elongated *kajal*-rimmed eyes
    flashing with excitement. Sayali loved being fucked in public. It
    had a special thrill all its own. They stood on the slightly
    raised dining room area, above the sunken living area. She left
    Suresh standing there and walked slowly and elegantly down the two
    shallow steps into the living pit, swinging her hips

    "I must tell you, friends, she is a remarkable lady. This house
    has been designed by her. She is an excellent cook. She is the
    perfect hostess and mistress. And yes, in bed, she's a complete

    There was little gasp and a sudden intake of breath. Suresh

    "I know you have heard a lot about her." He paused for dramatic
    effect. "And all that you have heard is true. As you'll see in a
    moment. Friends, enjoy. This is your evening. This house is yours.
    My wife is yours to enjoy."

    The men were silent, expectant, tense, excited. Sayali smiled
    slyly, enticingly, and went to the first. As the others watched,
    she tilted her head and kissed him slowly, deeply, her hand
    sliding into his crotch, squeezing his cock, unzipping his fly,
    drawing out his penis. One by one, she went to the others. When
    they were all unzipped and free, she stepped back and smiled.

    "I love cocks," she murmured. "I love being fucked. I love being
    watched when I'm being fucked. Tonight, we have a special treat
    for you."

    She moved into the centre of the living area. "There will be a
    show," she said. "After the show, you can each have me as you
    like. In the meantime, please make yourselves comfortable. And
    please -- I would like you to masturbate. I like to be surrounded
    by hot, hard, throbbing cocks." She turned to Suresh. "Shall we

    He grinned, nodded and walked down into the living area and
    adjusted the lights for better effect. He pressed a button and
    soft music with an insistent, throbbing beat filtered through very
    powerful, extremely high-fidelity hidden speakers. He thumbed a
    call button. A bell chimed distantly. From the dimly lit interior
    of the house, a shadowy figure emerged, slowly coming into view as
    he approached.

    The guests gasped. He was a tall, hugely built, handsome black
    man. And he was naked. He was like a Nubian slave or an Assyrian
    bas-relief. His face was lean and taut with sharp, aquiline
    features -- a strong, straight nose, a wide, surprisingly
    slim-lipped mouth, large dark eyes, thick, short curly hair. His
    shoulders were broad and strong, padded with muscle. His neck was
    thick and bullish. His chest was heavily cleaved and swept in a
    wide W from armpit to armpit. His dark nipples were small and taut
    and pulled wide and low. The belly was rock-hard, padded with hard
    rectangles of muscle. His biceps and thighs bulged with strength
    and his forearms were thick and heavy, corded with muscle. His
    torso was a savagely slashed V from shoulder to narrow waist and
    high hips. His buttocks were taut and small. His back curved
    inward to the spine because of the muscle on either side and then
    swept in and down to the swell of his buttocks. His torso was
    entirely hairless; even the armpits were shorn. His dark, ebony
    skin glistened and gleamed, freshly oiled. He strolled up with the
    slow, feline walk that muscular people have and paused at the head
    of the steps, looking impassively at the guests.

    He wore a black leather codpiece. A black leather strap girdled
    his hips and, attached to it, was a long, thick black leather
    sheath that covered the immensity of his penis and balls. His cock
    was huge. Limp, it hung at least eight inches long and was
    correspondingly thick. Sayali smiled at him.

    "Gentlemen, meet my lover for the evening. Joe is Nigerian. He is
    a student at our university and works as a gigolo to pay his
    tuition. As he is paid to fuck me, he will take requests. If you
    would like him to do something in particular to me, please ask. He
    will try and oblige. Now, Jim, I think we're set. Could you
    arrange things for me please?"

    Silently, the man nodded and retreated into the shadows. He
    emerged a minute later, hoisting a huge wooden device under his
    arm. He carried it lightly, effortlessly and his muscles rippled
    smoothly as he bore it down to the well. Making place in the
    center of the room, he set it up quickly and silently. It was a
    folding divan, a long, wide, low wooden bench. He brought a thick
    mattress and unfolded it on the bench and then covered it with a
    colourful spread in a traditional tribal print. Two fat bolsters
    at either end completed it. He stepped back. Sayali nodded in
    satisfaction. He went back up the stairs and moved to a corner. He
    stood in silence, his arms crossed, his legs spread. His cock
    dangled hugely, and his massive pectorals bunched between his
    equally awesome biceps.

    Sayali smiled and turned to her audience. Slowly, she dropped the
    *pallu* of her *sari* and began to unravel her garment. There was
    complete, awed silence. She unwrapped it till it was held only by
    the last pleat. They did not know that she was naked beneath; one
    final tug and her body would be revealed.

    Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts were large and full
    and the men stared, transfixed at her deep cleavage. They could
    see the hard points of her long nipples. With tantalizingly slow
    movements, she caressed her breasts through the blouse, lifting
    them in her hands, squeezing them, crushing them together. Then
    her blouse was undone and she opened it fully and tugged at the
    final pleat of her *sari*. Her clothes rustled to the floor and
    she was naked. There was a sharp intake of her breath. She smiled,
    lovely in her nakedness. The gold girdle was eroticism itself; it
    dipped into the crack of her cunt-lips and vanished between her
    thighs and ran between her buttocks. Naked, she caressed herself,
    sensuously, stroking her belly, her thighs, her breasts, cupping
    her crotch.

    "I love being fucked," she murmured, her voice husky and soft.
    "There's nothing better than having a big cock in my cunt ... the
    ultimate pleasure ..."

    Kneeling on the divan, she lifted her breasts, her legs spread
    and, looking at her guests, ran her tongue-tip slowly over her
    upper lip in an utterly lascivious gesture. Her nipples stiffened
    and her nostrils flared with excitement.

    "And then, when I don't have a lover, I have to satisfy myself
    ..." she murmured. Slowly, she eased herself onto her back and
    began to lift her knees, spreading her legs. "So I masturbate ...
    as a young girl, I used anything I could ... a banana ... a
    cucumber ... anything ... now my toys are more satisfying."

    As if on cue, the black man moved, like a statue coming to life.
    He walked down to the divan and handed her something. Then he
    stepped back and stood in the living area, taking up his position
    as before, an erotic bas-relief. Sayali brandished two dildoes.
    Each was eight inches long, nearly two inches thick and shaped
    very like a real penis. One had a surface that was ribbed and
    ridged. Her knees rose and her legs spread and now her cunt was
    open to her guests' view. They could see the soft flesh of her
    cunt, the gold strand glittering in her crack. Some of them began
    masturbating in excitement. On the divan, Sayali groaned and
    licked and kissed one dildo, then the other. She took one,
    abandoned the other and slowly moved it between her legs, holding
    it with both hands. The men watched, transfixed, as she squeezed
    it slowly into her cunt, past the gold strand. She gasped and her
    back arched. Deeper and deeper she pushed it, her arms stretched,
    her breasts squeezed between them. Nothing was put on, there was
    no pretense. Her nipples were rigid and her was suffused with

    "Ohhh yes!" she moaned. "Ohhh yes!"

    She began masturbating slowly, rocking the dildo in and out of her
    cunt with one hand, her hips bucking and writhing and gyrating
    erotically, while she played with her breasts with the other. Her
    face turned from side to side, radiant with excitement, and she
    kept up a constant litany of sexual prattle. The men watched her
    masturbate. Faster and faster she went, gasping and groaning, her
    hips heaving and writhing. Suddenly, she turned over onto her
    front and continued, rocking back and forth on all fours, one hand
    pumping between her thighs. The gold strand was clearly visible in
    her crack and between her buttocks. Now she grabbed the other
    dildo and, as her guests gaped and gasped, slowly pushed it into
    her anus. Her body fell forward, writhing and jerking and both
    hands were stretched, one under her, one behind her as she moved
    the two dildoes simultaneously back and forth. With a shuddering
    gasp, she collapsed on her front, and slid the dildoes out of her

    "It ... it is never the same ...," she moaned. "It is never as
    good as the real thing ... as a real, hard, hot cock, hungry for
    my cunt."

    She rose to her knees, beautiful, slender, sensuous, undeniable
    and faced the black man. She lifted her breasts in her hands in
    wanton offering.

    "Joe," she murmured. "Fuck me."

    Smiling slightly, the gigolo stepped forward to the divan. She
    rose on her knees and tilted her face to his. They kissed, slowly,
    deeply, sexily, in full view of the guests. His big hands slid up
    her curved body and cupped her breasts. She caressed his
    magnificent torso and back, tracing the cuts and contours of his
    musculature with elegant fingertips. Her fingers trickled down his
    belly. Her fingers twined in his leather belt and quickly darted
    round to his back, flicked open the clasp. The girdle came loose.
    Gently, she pulled off the codpiece. The audience gasped. His
    penis was enormous, dark, circumcised, the shaft smoothly shorn to
    the base, the balls depilated. Sayali caressed the enormous penis
    and balls gently, deftly. He caressed and squeezed her breasts.
    Groaning, she bent her head and sucked his nipples gently,
    teething and tonguing them. The gigolo smiled slightly. Sayali
    slipped off the divan and her tongue trailed a line down his
    belly, swirling through his navel and she nuzzled his crotch.

    "God, I want this cock," she murmured. "I want it!"

    Jerking it in her fist, she slipped her lips around the cock-head.
    Her long tongue swirled over the bulbous head. The man grunted and
    his penis stirred and began to swell. Sayali groaned and took more
    of it in her mouth, which distended with its size. The man fucked
    her face slowly, his hips rocking gently, one hand on her head,
    moving it slowly back and forth between his thighs. His penis grew
    harder and thicker and longer till, finally, it was over nine
    inches long and two inches thick. It was a monstrous appendage,
    more apposite to a stallion than a man. Sayali loved it. She
    moaned and whimpered, caressing her breasts and cunt as she sucked
    it eagerly. Rising slightly, she squeezed her breasts in a sheath
    around it and masturbated him, her head bent to lick and suck the
    cock-head as it popped out of the valley between her breasts. Her
    long *mangalsutra* rippled over his cock-shaft.

    "Come on, slut! Suck it!" he commanded in a low, rich baritone.

    Groaning, she resumed sucking the cock. Now the man fucked her
    face for his own pleasure, rocking her head back and forth with
    both hands. She groaned and gasped deep in her cock-filled throat,
    one hand still jerking the shaft. Her face bloated with its size.
    Pre-cum gunk spurted from the slit in its head and, instantly, she
    opened her mouth wide and dropped her face low, jerking his cock
    so that everyone could see it shoot into her mouth.

    "Come in my mouth," she moaned. "I want to drink your jizz."

    The gigolo nodded and pulled her face back to his crotch. She
    sucked his penis hungrily and eagerly now caressing his balls and
    anus with her *mangalsutra*. The man gasped as she pressed the
    necklace to his asshole and stroked his shaft with it. His cock
    glistened and gleamed between her lips.

    "Yeh! Take it! Take it whore! Take it!" he gasped.

    For several minutes, the Nigerian gigolo fucked Sayali's face. His
    buttocks writhed and pumped rapidly back and forth and his cock
    glistened as it slid in and out of her mouth. She licked and
    sucked it cunningly. Suddenly, he groaned. Sayali opened her mouth
    wide and jerked his cock rapidly. Thick streams of creamy jizz
    shot from his cock-head. The guests could see it spurting into her
    mouth, could see her swallowing it. It spattered her face and
    neck. She shook it over her breasts and cleavage, squeezed her
    breasts over it. It sputtered and more and more jizz splashed on
    her body.

    Grunting, he pulled her head back to his crotch. Slowly, moaning
    in pleasure, caressing her gunk-covered breasts, she sucked his
    cock again for a few minutes. The Nigerian pushed her head away.
    His cock was still rock-hard, his erection still immense. Sayali
    stroked his cock and smiled as she rose. Sitting on the edge of
    the divan, she looked at her guests, one hand on the gigolo's
    cock, masturbating him.

    "This why Joe is one of the city's most sought-after gigolos," she
    murmured. "He can come repeatedly without tiring." She smiled.
    "Now ... heaven ..."

    Gently, the gigolo pushed her onto her back on the divan. He
    pulled her legs open and slid her body down so that her hips were
    at the edge. Sayali wound her legs about his hips. He bent over
    her and kissed her heavily and deeply. She pressed against him,
    caressing his broad, smooth back and buttocks. When he rose, there
    was jizz on his chest and belly. She licked it lasciviously,
    swallowing the seed. He bent his head to her breasts and began to
    suck them slowly, drawing the luscious mounds into his mouth,
    flipping at her stiff nipples with his tongue, nibbling on them.
    Squeezing her breasts together, he sucked on them simultaneously.
    Sayali gasped and writhed under him. His fingers moved into her
    crotch and pushed her cunt-lips open. Her hips arched and he slid
    a finger into her slit. She groaned and her hips pumped as he
    masturbated her, sucking her breasts sharply.

    "Oh fuck yes! Ohhhh yes Joe yes!" she gasped.

    The black man smiled and moved his head lower, licking and kissing
    her cum-flecked body. His tongue rippled through her navel and she
    whimpered and her legs jerked wide. He went lower still till his
    face was between her thighs. Sayali groaned eagerly and lifted her
    hips high, her finger clawing her cunt-lips open.

    "C'mon Joe, come on! Lick my slit!" she gasped.

    The gigolo flicked her fingers away and prised her cunt-lips wide
    with strong, thick fingers. He slid his tongue out; it was
    exceptionally long and supple, a bright pink. It jabbed into her
    slit, past the gold strand. Sayali gasped and arched hard, her
    mouth jerking open, her head arching back. Her hands flew to her
    breasts and she crushed them eagerly. The man's tongue rippled up
    and down her wet crack. His tongue swirled and rolled, twisted
    this way and that, flicked at her gorged clitoris. She gasped and
    cried out, writhing and thrashing erotically on the divan, her
    hips bucking and jerking. His tongue narrowed to a sharp spade
    point and he pressed it deep into her slit. Sayali's hips bucked

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

    Her head jerked to one side, her mouth wide open, her eyes closed,
    her nostrils flared. Her breathing was ragged and heavy. She
    clenched his head, pinning it in her crotch. The man slid two
    fingers into her slit and started tongue- and finger-fucking her

    Sayali went wild. Her body thrashed and heaved on the bed, her
    head jerking from side to side, her back arching and falling, her
    breasts bouncing as she rocked and jerked up and down as though
    she was being fucked.

    "Oh god yes do it do it ... ohhh god yes ... lick my cunt, baby!
    Ohhh yes!"

    The man's tongue was exceptionally adroit. He maneuvered it in her
    cunt-flesh deftly, flicking at her clitoris, rippling up and down
    her slit, licking her cunt-lips, jabbing in and out. His tongue
    took different shapes, worked at different lengths. His head
    rolled and moved up and down between her thighs as his fingers
    pumped and wriggled in her cunt. Sayali clenched his head and
    moved it round and round in her crotch, hissing in pleasure as the
    waves of pleasure steadied to a rhythm. She caressed her swollen
    breasts excitedly. The watching men had an unobstructed view of
    her distended cunt, the glittering gold chain in her sodden crack,
    his tongue pressing it against her clitoris.

    "Mmm ... yeh ... oh that's wonderful, Joe ... yes ... oh fuck yes
    ... god ... you lick slit better than anyone ... ohhh yes ... do
    it, lover ... lick my slit! Ahhh yes!"

    He got on the divan and straddled her body. She groaned as he
    moved up, squeezing her breasts over his penis. Her head craned
    and she tried to catch his cock in her mouth as it moved in and
    out of her cleavage. He fucked her breasts briefly and then,
    turning around, kneeling over her face, pushed his cock into her
    mouth and bent forward over her in a sixty-nine. Sayali moaned
    deep in her throat and sucked his cock and balls hungrily. His
    hips pumped over her face and her cunt bucked and heaved at his.

    After several minutes, they rolled apart. Sayali lay on her back
    on the divan, panting and gasping as he got to his feet and stood
    between her spread legs.

    "Fuck me," she moaned, spreading her cunt-lips with the fingers of
    one hand, holding his cock with the other. "Fuck me hard, Joe!"

    The gigolo paused with his cock-head at her cunt-lips. Then his
    buttocks flexed slowly and his hips swung forward. His cock-head
    squeezed between her cunt-lips, past the gold thread, and burst
    into her body. Sayali cried out sharply, her back cambering, the
    breath whooshing from her throat. Her mouth jerked open and her
    long neck arched. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. He paused.

    "Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Joe! Shove it
    all in!"

    The man chuckled softly and eased his hips forward and down. His
    cock disappeared into her flesh. Sayali moaned thickly, her head
    rolling languorously from shoulder to shoulder. Deeper and deeper
    it went, till it was embedded to the hilt. Then he began to fuck
    her, slowly and heavily, standing upright between her thighs. His
    buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung back and forth in
    a steady, unhurried rhythm. His cock glistened as it went in and
    out of her cunt. One hand on her belly, the other on his hip, the
    gigolo fucked her masterfully, in total, awesome control. Under
    him, Sayali groaned and gasped, writhing and panting, her chest
    heaving, her body jerking and rocking under his fluid thrusts.

    "More!" she gasped. "Give me more! Fuck me harder! Come on, Joe!
    Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!"

    The man built up speed slowly. She cried out and her body jerked
    and lurched on the divan. His hips rocked and swung back and forth
    and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully as he drove his
    massive penis in and out of her cunt. He never took his eyes off
    her face. His hands slid up and down her slender body, caressing
    her heavy, bouncing breasts, crushing them and making her whimper
    and writhe ecstatically. Her hips juddered and heaved up and down
    to his groin. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders and hips,
    gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her flesh. Her
    motions smoothened and matched his in perfect syncopation.

    "This is terrific," she smiled, her eyes glittering with lust.
    "You're fabulous."

    "Thank you," he murmured. "You are very good, too. Now. Faster."

    He bent forward, his arms outstretched, his hands on the sides of
    the divan, her legs locked under his armpits, her body bent over,
    and began to move even faster. His hips rocked rapidly up and
    down, his cock grinding deep into her cunt. As he moved in, he
    swung his hips in tight circles, entering her from all angles. She
    gasped and cried out. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips with each
    thrust. He went faster and faster and his handsome head arched
    back and he groaned in pleasure. Faster still, and now he was
    ramming and reaming greedily into her. She clenched his biceps and
    gasped and cried out loudly.

    "Ohhhhh yes yes yes Ohhh god yes fuck me fuck me fuck me

    Sayali orgasmed violently, her body arching and stiffening, the
    breath hissing from her throat. The man slammed his cock into her
    repeatedly with each rising wave of her orgasm, making her lurch
    and arch and jerk and cry out. The orgasm intensified, lengthened,

    Slowly, he pulled out of her. He paused and looked at Suresh.
    Suresh stepped forward and gave him a thick black sheath of hard
    rubber. The man nodded his thanks and slowly pulled the sheath
    over his cock, turning so that the audience could see. It was a
    snug, perfect fit and encased his cock-shaft like a glove. It was
    open-ended, and his cock-head popped out of the aperture. The
    surface of the sheath was ribbed and ridged with raised knobs and
    long, flexible spikes.

    He moved onto the divan on his knees, pushing her back slightly,
    and bent over her again, between her legs. She held his cock and
    guided him into her cunt, kissing him feverishly. Bent over her on
    outstretched arms and legs, he paused with his sheathed penis at
    her cunt-lips. Her hips jerked hungrily at his.

    "Come on, lover, do it!" she murmured.

    Joe bent over her again and pressed his cock-head to her cunt. She
    reached down and spread her cunt-lips wide open. Bending his head
    to watch, he flexed his buttocks and began to slide his hips down.
    The cock-head popped into her cunt. She gasped and tensed, her
    hips rising. He held still. She nodded, gasping, pulling her
    cunt-lips even wider open. He held his breath and slowly pushed
    forward. The sheathed shaft squeezed into her cunt. The spikes
    bent and twisted. Sayali cried out, her back arching in a steep
    bow, her mouth jerking open, her head snapping back till the top
    of it was on the bed. Her breasts thrust up and he bent his head
    and sucked sharply on them. Her hands and arms were between their
    bodies, still holding her cunt-lips open. He pressed in deeper and
    felt the frantic convulsing of her cunt. The stiff spikes and
    ridges and knobs scraped and rasped over her gorged clitoris. Her
    body was on fire. The armoured cock drove deeper and deeper into
    her, its rough shaft scraping and rasping through her flesh. Her
    legs rose and wound taut above his hard buttocks.

    "Oh fuck oh fuck ohhhhhhh yes!" she cried. "Ohhhh god yes Ohhh ma
    yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Joe ohhhhhhunhhhhhhyes!"

    She gripped his shoulders fiercely. Her breath came in rattling
    gasps and her chest heaved. Her nipples were rigid and he bent to
    suck and lick them, gently lapping his tongue over the hard
    points, swirling it over the puckered aureoles. Plucking her long
    *mangalsutra* in his lips, he rolled it over her nipples. She
    gasped, shuddering in delight.

    "Yes ... Uhh yes yes ... fuck me ... fuck me Joe ... fuck my cunt

    He fucked her slowly, marvelling at the effect the sheath had on
    her. He swung and rolled his hips, flexing and unflexing his
    buttocks mechanically. He was in no hurry; with the sheath, he
    could last forever. His armoured penis stroked smoothly in and out
    of her cunt, rising and falling, emerging and disappearing. Sayali
    went wild under him as the hard ridges and knobs and spikes
    scraped her inflamed clitoris and rasped in and out of her cunt.
    Her head whipped from side to side and she clawed at his body
    frantically. Her hips shook and writhed and juddered under his.
    She began to move with him, in manifest urgency. She goaded him to
    go faster, to fuck her harder and deeper. His speed increased
    smoothly again, getting faster and faster till he was almost
    ram-fucking her. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and she squeezed
    them frantically. Their cries were loud and obscene.

    Sayali's face contorted in lust and she cried out, her back
    arching, her breasts thrust up. He groaned, his head flung back
    and pressed in deeper and deeper. Her legs rose and wound taut
    about the small of his back. She clenched his buttocks. His
    thrusts drove the gold strand into her cunt and her girdle snapped
    taut, the other end pressing into her anus. He drew out and the
    girdle slackened, and then he plunged into her again and it
    tautened and her back snapped in a bow under his. He kept fucking
    her rapidly and heavily, plunging his sheathed cock in and out of
    her cunt. The spikes bent and scraped against her cunt-lips and
    over her clitoris, the ridges and knobs crushed it under the
    weight of his massive penis. His buttocks bobbed and bounced,
    faster and faster, and his cock pistoned and plunged, rocketing in
    and out of her furiously. Her body jerked and thrashed
    uncontrollably under his and her cries were hoarse and ragged. Her
    body arched and twisted and her face contorted as spasms of lust
    ravaged her pretty features. Her perfect teeth were bared in a
    trismus of passion. The man was relentless, ruthless, insatiable.
    He fucked her furiously for what seemed an eternity, over ten
    minutes, never once losing speed. His muscles rippled smoothly and
    his ebony body glistened with sweat. She moaned and cried out and
    thrashed under him, her dusky body shining with perspiration. He
    fucked her till she had another orgasm and then relented,
    gradually slowing his speed till he was finally rocking gently in
    and out of her cunt. Then he stopped and slid out of her cunt and
    pulled off the sheath.

    "Don't stop ... please ... please don't stop ... fuck me again!"
    she begged.

    He laughed softly. His muscular, sculpted body shone with sweat as
    he squeezed his cock into Sayali's taut cunt again. His body was
    angled over hers, and he rested his hands on her breasts, crushing
    them under his weight. He ground his cock deep into her, swinging
    his hips savagely, entering her from all angles. She gasped and
    arched, her head flung back, her mouth torn open.

    "Ohhhhhh uhhhhh Oh ma yes!" she gasped.

    Slowly, her body pinned to the divan under his, he stroked his
    cock in and out of her cunt with wicked, spiralling thrusts. She
    moaned loudly.

    "Ohhhh fuck yes Joe yes ... fuck me ohhhh god yes that's it
    ohhhhhh yes!"

    Suddenly, he snapped to a hammering, furious, ram-fucking stroke.
    She cried out, her back arching and cambering, her mouth tearing
    open, her long neck arched. Her body jerked and snapped under his
    thrusts as he hammered his hips at her buttocks. Sayali gasped and
    her legs rose higher to hook over his shoulders, and the guests
    saw her buttocks curved up and lobed open and his cock hammering
    rapidly back and forth, up and down, in and out. Her lust-ridden
    face whipped back and forth and her moans and panting gasps echoed
    in the room. She looked lovely, the straight nose with the
    nostrils dilated, the deep brown eyes glassy, hooded, the perfect
    teeth bared as her lips drew back in a loud, ululating moan of

    "Ohhhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Joe," Sayali

    Her body rolled up onto the small of her back with his thrusts,
    curling under him as her cries rose excitedly.

    By now Sayali looked dazed and groggy; yet there was no mistaking
    the wanton, greedy lust on her pretty face. She turned on her
    front and presented both her cunt and anus to Joe. He dropped
    astride her hips in a low squat and slowly entered her cunt again.
    She groaned and rocked on her forearms and knees under him. He
    fucked her slowly and heavily, pumping his hips back and forth,
    his fingertips rocking her body back and forth under his. His cock
    emerged and disappeared between her buttocks. His balls and thighs
    slapped against her buttocks. She groaned and cried out, her
    breasts pendulous and swinging. He squeezed them in his hands and
    moved faster.

    "OHHHHhh unhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Ohhhhh yes!" she cried.

    Ten minutes later, she had another orgasm, and another. Panting
    heavily, the man eased out of her.

    "Now," he growled. "Now I want your ass, bitch! I want to fuck
    your butt!"

    Sayali did not resist as he pushed her down deeply on her front in
    a *namaz* position and lashed her wrists and ankles to the divan
    with silk scarves. He stood behind her and forced her buttocks
    open. Sayali moaned and tensed. Her dusky skin shimmered with
    sweat and her chest heaved. Her head rose slowly and she moaned,
    her fingers scrunching the rich tapestry counterpane on which she
    lay. Her eyes were hooded and her lips fluttered open. She tensed,
    whimpering softly, and her eyes were wide and glassy. The gigolo
    pressed his enormous cock-head to her buttocks and, grinning
    lewdly, his eyes glittering with excitement, slowly flexed his
    buttocks. His cock-head forced her anus open and popped into her
    rear channel.

    Sayali's body jerked forward and her head snapped back and her
    mouth tore open. A long, thin shriek erupted from her throat. Her
    face twisted and contorted and spasmed in agony. Tendons stood out
    and strained in her long neck and her lips snapped back in a
    savage rictus.

    "More!" Suresh cried suddenly from the shadows. "Shove it in all
    the way, motherfucker! Ram it in!"

    "Ohhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh god, yes, uhhhhh Ohhh yes!" The woman
    cried, her body writhing and shaking, twisting, her chest heaving

    "Yes! Yes! Do it, bastard! Do it!"


    Sayali cried out again, louder and longer, her head arching
    violently backward, her back bending steeply down. Behind and
    above her, the tall, handsome, massively built black man gasped,
    arching his head. His naked body glistened with sweat. He groaned
    and his taut buttocks flexed and his hips slid further forward.
    His enormous penis, moved forward, disappearing inexorably between
    Sayali's buttocks. She cried out again, and Suresh chortled
    gleefully. The penis went in deeper and deeper, seemingly endless.
    Sayali's voice was ragged, hoarse, cracked, and her cries came in
    choking, broken gasps and whimpering, sobbing moans. Her body
    heaved and writhed. Deeper and deeper the penis went till it was
    inside her fully, buried to the hilt. Joe paused, and Sayali
    whimpered. He waited patiently. Her moans gradually dwindled and
    she began whimpering softly. His big hands slid up her slender,
    curved body to cup her swollen, pendulous breasts. Her nipples
    were long and stiff in small, dark aureoles. He squeezed her
    breasts. She groaned, biting her lower lip and her buttocks swayed
    now, moving slowly, in circular motions. Her anus was deeply
    impaled by his penis.

    "Yes!" she gasped. "Ohh god yes! Ohhh that's so good, Joe! Fuck my
    ass, baby ... fuck it hard! Ohhh god I want it! I want it all!
    Fuck me, lover! Fuck my butt! Do it!"

    Joe grinned softly and, bending forward, kissed the nape of her
    neck. She turned her head to his, her buttocks squirming
    erotically under his hips and he kissed her deeply, thrusting his
    tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue. He fondled her
    breasts, crushing them in his hands, and began fucking her anus,
    moving his hips gently back and forth. His enormous penis
    glistened as it slid back and forth, in and out, in and out of her
    asshole. Sayali whimpered and moaned in unbridled lust, gasping
    and panting. Joe moved slowly, deeply, relentlessly, savouring her
    flesh, pushing and squeezing his cock as deep as he could into her

    The guests watched in stunned silence as the dark man sodomised
    their hostess. He groaned and gasped, fucking her with long, slow,
    skewering, scrunching thrusts, burying his immense penis deep in
    her anus. Her face contorted with pain and lust and she moaned and
    gasped, the breath rattling from her throat in ragged sobs. He
    moved faster and faster, jerking her body under his. Thrusting a
    hand under her belly, he fingered her slit and crushed her
    breasts. Sayali whimpered and exploded. The orgasm racked her body
    and the man relented. Groaning, he pulled out of her and, shaking
    his penis, exploded violently. Gunk spurted from his cock-head. He
    sprayed it on her back and between her buttocks and thighs.
    Slowly, he squeezed his cock into her anus again and fucked her
    butt afresh briefly. Sayali groaned and writhed under him. He
    grinned and kissed her, squeezed her breasts. Then he moved out of
    her ass and entered her cunt. Sayali whimpered. At last, sated, he
    slid out of her and stepped back.

    Sayali remained on the divan, her chest heaving, her naked body
    shimmering with sweat. The man caressed her gently. She writhed in

    Suresh looked at his guests. "Did you enjoy that?"

    There was a chorus of murmured assent.

    "Would you like to see more fucking? Perhaps another man? Our
    servant? Or would you like to try it yourself?"

    After a minute's silence, a handsome young man got to his feet and
    dropped his trousers. "I want that whore," he grunted. "I want to
    fuck your wife."

    Suresh smiled. "Certainly, Abhay." He waved him forward.

    Sayali sat up and held out her hand. "Come here, you," she said.
    "Come and fuck me ... fuck me like a whore ... come on, I want

    The man gasped in excitement as she pulled him on the divan beside
    her and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, astride his body, kissing
    him, writhing against his erection, sucking his nipples, trickling
    down to suck his cock. The man groaned as she took him in her
    mouth and began to suck him quickly and deeply, her head rocking
    up and down over his lap. His cock was seven inches long and
    correspondingly thick. It would satisfy her. He groaned and
    gasped, his hips bucking under her face, one hand on her head,
    rocking it up and down to suit his pleasure.

    She moved up to straddle his groin with her feet on the hard bed
    on either side of his lean hips, her knees apart, her thighs
    spread wide open. She took his cock in her hand, and slowly
    lowered her hips in a deep squat, impaling herself on his upright
    lance. She gasped as the hot cock-head seared at the portals of
    her cunt, then ploughed in swiftly, thrusting deep into her belly.
    Her taut channel convulsed in excitement, contracting on his cock
    as it rasped into her flesh. She arched in delight, her mouth
    snapping open. He grinned at her reaction and flexed his buttocks
    and thrust his hips up sharply, plunging his cock into her cunt.
    She cried out as his huge cock drove up into her. Her head flung
    back, she squeezed her breasts hard in excitement. The sight drove
    him wild. He held her buttocks and dragged her down deeper onto
    his cock.

    "Oh god oh god oh god ohhhh uhhh OHHh uhhh OHHH," she moaned.

    "C'mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock! Ohhhhh yes! Take it all,
    bitch, yes!" he cried.

    Her shoulders hollowed, her head flung back, her belly sucked
    inward in tension, squatting deeply over his lap, Sayali rode the
    man's penis, bucking and bouncing heavily. He held her thighs and
    jigged her on his cock, moving her up and yanking her down. His
    own hips jerked and bucked under hers, and his huge cock distended
    her cunt-lips and went all the way in, glistening and gleaming. It
    slid out and her cunt rose up his shaft. Then he heaved his hips
    and her cunt crushed down on his cock, engulfing it. Up and down,
    up and down she moved, her body jerking frenetically. Her breasts
    bounced and jiggled and she squeezed them in excitement. Her mouth
    was open and she cr    out loudly in joy. Her face arched back,
    flopped forward, arched back again as she went faster and faster.
    The *mangalsutra* around her neck slapped on her fair skin.

    "OHHHhh Abhay-Abhay-Abhay-yes ohhh god yes yes ohhhhh yes ohhh god
    yes yes ohhh uhh Ohhhh uhh OH UH OH UH OHH uhh OHH uhh Oh uh Ah uh
    ah uh ah uh ah uh ah-uh-ahhh uhhh AHHHHHHHH!" Sayali cried.

    She began to sweat. Her voice was husky, filled with obscenities,
    and he responded in like fashion. Sayali bucked and bounced
    furiously up and down on her guest's cock. Her cunt slid up the
    shaft, then scrunched down. Her belly trembled and quivered as his
    penis penetrated her innards. She leaned back on an outstretched
    arm and, with her other hand, opened her cunt-lips wide and let
    his cock rasp between her fingers into her cunt. She squeezed her
    breasts in excitement, her head arching back, her face twisted
    with lust. She hissed in delight as he rocked up hard into her.
    She toyed with her clitoris.

    "Yes ... there ... yes ... Oh ma uhhh *hanh* ... uhhhh ... yes!"
    she gasped.

    She leaned back on both hands and, arching her face upward, swung
    her hips rapidly in tight, excited circles, churning her cunt
    flesh with his pestle, moaning loudly with excitement. Her
    shoulders hunched with deep hollows. Her breasts were hot and
    swollen. Rivers of lust rippled through her delectable body.
    Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck as sweat
    beaded her skin.

    The *mangalsutra* tossed and jumped around her neck. Her
    guest-lover fondled her turgid breasts, making her whimper and
    arch her head in ecstasy. Faster and faster she went, rising and
    falling, crying out and moaning louder and louder. She jerked and
    bounced on his cock in a frenzy. Hitting a breathtaking orgasm,
    her cunt contracting fiercely on his throbbing penis, Sayali
    arched back with a shuddering moan, her cunt grinding down hard
    onto his upthrust cock. He gasped under her. Somehow, he managed
    to hold back. She moaned, her cunt impaled deeply on his cock and
    slowly, lurched forward, her hands on his chest. Her hips writhed
    slowly over his.

    "Do you like me?" she murmured. "Does this feel good?"

    "Fuck, you're great!" he gasped, as her cunt squeezed his penis

    "Then fuck me, lover! Fuck me like a whore!"

    Smiling and moaning, she began rocking up and down on his cock
    again. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and he squeezed them
    feverishly, his hips pumping under her. Her *mangalsutra* slapped
    on her chest. The gold chain in her cunt rasped over his cock,
    making him groan in pleasure. Sayali bent and kissed him like a
    lover, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth. He squeezed her
    breasts and whimpered and lost himself, shooting into her slit.

    She slid off his cock, and already the next guest was waiting,
    panting with excitement, his erect penis throbbing and quivering
    eagerly. Hardly had her first lover got off the divan than the
    second man was shoving her down on her back, jerking her legs open
    and plunging his penis into her slit. He stood at the foot of the
    divan, her thighs in his hands and hammered his hips excitedly
    back and forth. Sayali hissed in joy. Her hand was flat on her
    sucked-in belly and it slid lower and she fingered her slit.

    "Come on ... do it," she muttered. "Fuck me lover ... fuck me

    That evening, Sayali was fucked by all five guests. They took her
    greedily, plunging into her cunt and ass and mouth, some of them
    taking generous second helpings. Finally, they were sated. Joe and
    Suresh served a fresh round of drinks. Sayali cleaned up. She
    returned, still naked except for her jewelry and served them
    delicious snacks. Dinner was served by Sayali and a handsome
    servant, a man she said was her frequent lover, too. The guests
    ate ravenously. After dinner, one of them said he would like to
    watch the servant fuck her.

    Suresh lit a cigarette and smiled to himself. On the divan, his
    servant was fucking his wife furiously, lying behind her, plunging
    his penis in and out of her cunt. She groaned and gasped and cried
    out, her face contorted with excitement as the huge penis
    thundered in and out of her cunt. The guests were masturbating
    again, watching transfixed. She turned her head back and the
    servant kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth,
    squeezing her turgid breasts, one hand on her hip, jigging her
    furiously up and down on his cock. She whimpered joyously, her
    buttocks jerking and writhing against his crotch, sucking his
    tongue as he pressed his lips to hers.

    At a sign from Suresh, the gigolo stepped forward again and pushed
    his penis into her mouth. The servant chuckled and slowed his
    movements. The two men fucked her together. Her face was distended
    by the size of the gigolo's penis.

    They paused to change places and position. She knelt on all fours
    on the divan and Joe began fucking her cunt slowly and heavily
    from behind, standing at the foot of the couch. The servant stood
    at the other end, grinning down at her, fucking her face, a hand
    on his hip, pumping back and forth, the other on her head. He
    reached down and squeezed her swinging, pendulous breasts.

    "Mm, yeh ... suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!" he grunted.

    They fucked her cunt and mouth for several minutes. Her body
    rocked and swung between theirs, her long *mangalsutra* and heavy
    breasts swinging. She obviously enjoyed the simultaneous fucking
    and her buttocks writhed and squirmed in pleasure against Joe's
    thighs and her cunt ran up and down the length of his shaft. She
    sucked her servant's cock with evident hunger, holding his hips,
    her head rolling from side to side and moving back and forth. The
    two penises glistened and gleamed as they went in and out of the
    antipodal orifices. Joe looked up at the servant, then at Suresh.

    "Let's do a cunt and butt fuck," he said to Suresh.

    Suresh nodded. He spoke to the servant in Hindi, instructing him.
    The servant grinned and nodded. They released Sayali and, moaning
    and panting, she made place for the servant on the divan. He lay
    under her, his hips at the edge. She knelt astride his lean hips
    and, holding his penis, slowly impaled her cunt on it with a
    shuddering moan. She leaned forward and kissed her servant
    hungrily. Her cunt rocked gently up and down on his cock. His cock
    shone as it went in and out of her hair-rimmed pussy. She spread
    her knees wider and her buttocks parted, exposing her anus.

    Joe grinned and stroked his penis, lubricating it with his gunk.
    Licking four fingers, he smeared them on her anus, grinning in
    anticipation. He pressed his cock-head to her anus and she tensed,
    her cunt sinking on her servant's cock. Behind her, the gigolo
    squeezed his cock-head to anus, one hand on his shaft, the other
    on her hip. She moaned, yielded and he flexed his buttocks slowly
    and, before the pop-eyed guests, forced his cock-head into her
    taut rear channel.

    "OhhhhhhhhhhhhmaunhhhhhhhAHHH!" Sayali gasped, her head snapping
    up, her face contorting in lust, her lips jerking back over her
    white teeth.

    Her body tensed and her neck arched, tendons popping in her
    throat. The servant laughed and squeezed her breasts. The gigolo
    gripped her hips and slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper into
    her anus. Sayali's voice broke in rattling, heaving sobs. Deeper
    and deeper the gigolo went till he was embedded in her ass. He
    grunted softly as her buttocks squirmed and trembled and clenched
    taut. Her cunt and ass convulsed frantically on the two cocks in
    her cunt and anus.


    Sayali's face was screwed up in an agony of passion. Slowly, her
    head sank between her shoulders. Her back curved and her chest
    heaved. The two men began fucking her slowly and heavily. She
    cried out again, her head arching, then falling, arching and
    falling. Her gasps and cries grew louder and she began to shriek
    thinly as the men moved faster and more heavily, grinding their
    penises into her flesh. The gold strands had snapped taut and the
    girdle bit into the soft flesh of her naked midriff, adding to her
    ecstatic torment. The servant hit her breasts rapidly, repeatedly
    and the gigolo dug his hands into her buttocks with excitement as
    he thrust greedily into her clonic anus. Sayali cried out, her
    body thrashing between theirs.

    As if on cue, the two men stopped simultaneously and slid out of
    her. Sayali collapsed on the divan, her body racked by heaving
    sobs. But they were not yet sated. They turned her around with her
    back to the servant. She obeyed them and, holding her servant's
    cock, gently sank her anus onto it. His cock-head burst into her
    asshole and she cried out, her head whipping back, her fingers
    taut on his shaft. Her chest heaving, she slid her ass lower and
    lower, impaling herself on his dick. Then, moaning, she eased
    herself down onto her back and stretched her legs before her,
    spreading them wide on either side of his.

    Her face turned and the servant kissed her, squeezing her breasts.
    She groaned and reached down with one hand to spread her cunt-lips
    for her magnificent gigolo. He moved forward and, pulling her legs
    apart, stretching her cunt-lips wide open, pressed his cock-head
    to her cunt. She whimpered, writhing, impaled on the servant's
    penis and the gigolo's buttocks flexed slowly and his cock
    squeezed into her cunt, crushing her cunt-flesh. Sayali cried out,
    her head arching, her back bowing. The gigolo bent and sucked her
    breasts. The servant jerked her head to his and thrust his tongue
    into her mouth.

    Sandwiched between the two men, Sayali writhed and thrashed as
    they fucked her cunt and ass together. The two huge penises sawed
    in and out of her cunt and ass, hitting a rhythm so that both
    entered her body together. The gigolo's thrusts forced her ass
    down on to the servant's erection. Then the two penises slipped
    outward, and ran into her again, out and in again. The gold chains
    were tensioned between her thighs and girdle bit into her belly.
    They moved faster and faster, pushing and forcing their cocks into
    her. She orgasmed repeatedly, moaning and crying out.

    "Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh unhh Ohhhh unhh Ohhh yes oh god yes yes
    Ohhhh yes!" she cried.

    "Take it! Take it whore! Take my cock!" the servant grunted.

    "Oh-huh-oh-huh-oh-huh-ohyeh!" Joe gasped, stroking deeply into her

    Several minutes later, the servant groaned and jerked her off his
    cock. His penis quivered and then he exploded, his jizz spurting
    into the cleft between her buttocks and over her back and thighs.
    Seconds later, the gigolo followed, sliding out of her cunt and,
    masturbating vigorously, shot his load. Thick gunk sputtered over
    her belly and hit her breasts and cunt and thighs. Sayali moaned
    deliriously. Slowly, both men squeezed their sated cocks into her
    cunt and ass again, making her cry out.

    The guests applauded wildly. Abhay and two more wanted to fuck her
    again, and asked Suresh for his permission.

    "Leave something for the next party guys," Suresh grinned.

    The guests protested, but Suresh was firm. After all, she needed a
    break, and it was late already. Their wives would be waiting for
    them. The men grinned, chuckled. They left together, thanking
    Suresh and Sayali profusely, promising to keep their appointments
    with Suresh in his office the next day. When the last had left,
    Suresh returned to the living room. Sayali was sipping a drink.
    Joe was fixing one for himself and the servant, who sprawled on
    the sofa, his body streaming with sweat.

    "Thank you all. That was very effective," Suresh said. "I'm going
    to turn in. Sayali?"

    "Have you got a girl?"

    "Yes. She should be here any minute. Nisha. She'll stay the

    "Want us to join you?"

    "No. I'd like to be alone with her. What about you? Shall I ask
    for someone?"

    Sayali smiled and got up. "With these two available? You must be
    joking. Come on guys, let's go in and fuck again. I want you in my
    cunt and ass again."

    Later, as he fucked the lovely Nisha, her curved body rocking on
    all fours under him, her buttocks swaying and writhing erotically
    as he pushed his penis deeper and deeper into her anus, Suresh
    smiled to himself in satisfaction. Things were going well. His
    business was booming, his marriage was an unquestioned success,
    and he had wonderful women to fuck.

    He chuckled softly and slid his hands up her slender, curved body
    and squeezed her pendulous breasts. Her cunt contracted on his
    throbbing penis and her head arched slowly and she moaned thickly.
    He looked at her reflection in the wall-to-wall mirror at the foot
    of the bed: her planed, angular face creased in delight, her
    luscious lips parted, her long neck arched, her *mangalsutra*
    swaying, her breasts heavy and swollen, her dark, *kajal*-rimmed
    eyes glittering with lust. Her tongue arched over her upper lip

    "Come on, Suresh," she groaned. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard!"

    He chuckled softly and creased her buttocks open in his hands,
    pressing his thumb to her anus. She moaned, writhing under him.

    "I'm going to fuck your ass, whore," he muttered, leaning forward
    over her, his lips hot on the nape of her long neck. "I'm going to
    ram-fuck your ass."

    "Yes," she gasped, her head turning to his, her lips seeking his
    feverishly. "Do it, Suresh ... fuck my butt ... please ... I want
    you to."

    He laughed. "Later, whore. Later. All in good time." He licked her
    ear lasciviously, his hands on her breasts.

    Grunting, Suresh straightened and, holding the pretty woman's
    slender hips, began to fuck her cunt rapidly, hammering his hips
    at her buttocks. His flesh slapped against hers, his thighs
    cannoned off her buttocks, pummelling them vigorously. His
    inflamed penis thundered in and out of her cunt. He jerked her
    cunt up and down the length of his penis. Nisha gasped and moaned,
    rocking and jerking violently back and forth under him, moaning
    and panting deliriously in unfaked pleasure. Suresh felt her cunt
    contract on his penis and he gasped, tossing his head back and
    losing himself in the pleasures of her tender flesh.

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