Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar


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Copyright 1998,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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    Deepika, Vijay and Pallavi remained ignorant of the piquant twist
    of fate that, at different times, brought them together. Pallavi
    knew Vijay was married, but not that it was to Deepika. Vijay had
    no way of knowing that Pallavi and Deepika had a common bond with
    Hedon & Venery, of which he was totally oblivious; that, enjoying
    lesbian sex, they shared an extraordinary intimacy, and had
    frequently fucked each other in private, on film-sets, for
    pornographic magazines and live on stage. Deepika knew nothing of
    Vijay's obsession with Pallavi. He never mentioned her name.

    Vijay hounded Pallavi. He spent hours on end sitting by her place
    at the High Court Library. If she was busy, he sat in silence,
    openly staring at her. Even if she was in Court, he sat idly and
    waited for her to return, or followed her to the Court room, where
    he tried to jostle closer to her. He insisted they lunch together
    and, when the Courts recessed for the day, pestered her to have
    coffee with him, though Pallavi itched to be on her own, back at
    Hedon & Venery or in her Chambers fucking one of her peons.

    Even when she managed to tear herself away and got home, he would
    be on the phone, calling her from the office or on his mobile,
    wanting to know every detail of her evening. Half the time Pallavi
    didn't know what to say, since she'd spent a fair part of her
    evening naked in the arms of a lover. If she travelled on work, he
    managed to arrange matters so that he was in the same city and at
    the same hotel as her. Pallavi felt hemmed in and suffocated. She
    was acutely aware of his fascination with her body: he contrived
    to get closer to her than was absolutely necessary, pressing his
    knee or thigh to hers when they had tea in the Court canteen or in
    the library or the crowded coffee-house and, once or twice, she
    felt him brush his arm against her breasts. It was worst when he
    just sat and looked, for she could feel his eyes lingering on her
    face, slipping into the V of the neck of her *kurta*, sliding over
    her midriff if she was in a *sari*, lingering on her breasts when
    she moved. Other people noticed it, too, and she began to hear
    vicious whispers.

    Pallavi decided to do something about it. There were two possible
    solutions. She could rebuff him openly, even get angry, or she
    could give him what he wanted. The first was completely against
    her nature. He had been very kind to her and she couldn't bring
    herself to humiliate him or shatter his ego. The second solution
    presented fewer problems. She had no qualms about letting him fuck
    her - a multitude of men did, anyway, one more or less made no
    difference - and, she reasoned, once he had fucked her, he might
    ease off on the daily, incessant, obvious pressure tactics. The
    only question was one of location - where she should let it
    happen. Bombay was out of the reckoning. There were too many
    people about and they'd never have the time alone, her parents
    would see to that. She had no intention of contributing more grist
    to the rumour mill. Somewhere else, then; it would have to be on a
    working trip out of town.

    As it happened, Vijay himself provided the opportunity. He sent
    her a brief for a matter in the Supreme Court in Delhi. It was one
    she'd worked on in Bombay and knew inside out. This was their
    appeal, filed on her draft after they lost comprehensively in the
    High Court. As luck would have it, she was to be led by Rajeev
    himself. The clients, Vijay, she and Rajeev met in conference at
    Rajeev's office on a Saturday afternoon just after lunch. For the
    first hour, they worked on the matter and, not for the first time,
    Vijay was impressed with Rajeev's legal acumen. He transformed the
    impossible not only to the possible but to virtual certainty. The
    clients' earlier despondency evaporated and they expressed their
    glee. Pallavi smiled hugely in pride and relief.

    "Brilliant," she crowed. "You're brilliant."

    "Pallavi, please," Rajeev protested with a weak grin, visibly

    The clients rose to their feet and pumped his hand, thanking him

    "Don't thank me yet," he smiled. "We've still to get the order.
    I'm only telling you what I think we should do. It's litigation,
    never forget, and inherently risky and unpredictable. Anything may

    "That's of no consequence, sir," the Managing Director of the
    Company that had filed the appeal said. "So far, we've been the
    ones to take a beating when we've done nothing wrong. Nobody has
    understood our case or argued it properly in Court."

    "So it would seem," Rajeev murmured with genuine sadness. "This
    order should never have been passed."

    "That's right. Now we'll at least give them a run for their money.
    Win or lose, I don't really care. I have the money, I can afford
    it. But those scoundrels have been mulcting me for too damned long
    ..." He looked at Pallavi and apologised. "Sorry, ma'am." She
    smiled and shook her head. "Now I just want to show them a thing
    or two."

    "Wrong approach," Rajeev said sharply.

    "Excuse me?"

    "Never, *never* litigate with vengeance in mind. The system's not
    designed to work for that kind of purpose."

    "No? What then?"

    "Sir," he said softly, very serious, causing an instant hush. "You
    must litigate to *win*. I don't fight battles in Court to take
    revenge. I fight to *win*. And then, if you think you want to,
    I'll have it settled. At this figure. Not a penny less would be my

    He scribbled a figure on a piece of paper and showed it to the
    client. The client's jaw dropped open.

    "That's ... that's *twice* what I want."

    "I know."

    "Why should they pay us that?"

    "Because, sir, if they don't - Pallavi excuse me - when I've done
    we'll have them by the short and curlies with their knickers in a
    twist and they'll know it. They'll give me what I want, or they'll
    lose *twice* this."

    "My god," the client breathed in awe, a huge smile creasing his

    Pallavi grinned and squeezed Vijay's arm. His heart skipped a beat
    as he glanced at her. She was wearing a diaphanous grey *kurta*
    and *churidar*. The *kurta* clung to her curves and he could see
    the light outline of her brassiere, the way her breasts filled the
    cups and squeezed tightly together, spilling out of the confines
    at the sides so that the cups just covered her nipples and little

    Rajeev caught the look and frowned to himself. Pallavi had
    mentioned something about this guy, but he hadn't realised the
    seriousness of the situation. The guy was besotted. He noticed
    Vijay's eyes sliding down from her eyes, to her lips, down her
    neck to the open V of her *kurta*, dipping towards the flash of
    flesh against which her gold necklace twinkled, moving lower,
    roving over the swell of her breasts to which her *kurta* clung
    like tissue. He snapped his attention back to the clients. They
    thanked him again. He laughed cheerfully, setting them at ease and
    saw them out of the door, asking Vijay and Pallavi to stay.

    "So. Looks okay?" Rajeev said returning to his chair.

    "Great," Vijay said, edging closer to Pallavi and irritating
    Rajeev intensely. "Really great. Client is happy, I am happy."

    "Any other points?"

    "No ... not really."


    "Well, there's this noise about limitation. But it's nonsense
    really, Rajeev."

    "I agree, forget that. Anything else?"

    "No. I'll have a final list of dates and events ready for you and
    notes on the authorities."

    "Do that. When can I expect it? Tomorrow?"

    Pallavi frowned. In bed, Rajeev was a tender, gentle, considerate
    lover. At work, he was utterly ruthless, totally merciless,
    unforgivingly demanding. Even now, knowing him so well, she often
    felt nervous.

    "One more day, Rajeev. Please? I beg you? Day after?"

    "Tomorrow, five o'clock."

    *Oh shit,* she thought. *There goes the evening schedule at the
    brothel*. Still, she knew that Rajeev would never permit her to
    compromise her court work. *They're both professional
    commitments*, he'd once said, *but if you've got court work, the
    cunt-work gets shelved and that's that. No argument about it. In
    the long run, it's more important to be briefed than un-briefed,
    literally. Besides, Hedon & Venery has a system to handle just
    this kind of thing. You can make up a lost fuck another day, but
    once you lose out on a matter in Court, you've lost it for good.*
    She'd never contested the point after that.

    "Yes, all right," she said gloomily. "I'll do it."

    "Use one of my stenos or juniors, if you need to," he said.

    She thanked him. His staff was exceptionally efficient and
    competent. They had other skills, too, and both she and Rajeev
    knew that she would be free to use them. Once, she'd asked for
    help and he'd sent his steno, Nisha and junior, Vijay to her
    office. She was astonished at their speed. They finished the work
    in half the time she'd planned to spend on it, and it was
    perfectly done. Then they spent the rest of the afternoon fucking
    and with her peon, Anant, joining in, they had a wonderful time.
    Nisha, she recalled, was exceptionally good at licking slit.

    With Vijay present, she kept her face expressionless, and so did
    Rajeev. Rajeev drew the meeting to a close. Vijay rose.

    "Coming Pallavi?" he asked.

    She shook her head. "No. You carry on, Vijay. I've got to talk to
    Rajeev about a couple of other things."

    "What things?" Vijay wanted to know immediately.

    Rajeev frowned. Pallavi sighed. "Something personal," she said
    gently to Vijay. "A family matter."

    "Oh. That's all right then. I'll be off. I'll see you at the

    "Yes, that's fine," Rajeev said, rising to see him out.

    "Do you need a car, Rajeev, to reach you to the airport?"

    Rajeev stifled a grin at Vijay's stilted idiom. "Thank you, no. I
    have a car and a driver."

    "I'll pick you up then, Pallavi," Vijay said.

    "I'll come with Rajeev. I'll see you at the airport."

    Vijay looked crushed. "Oh, all right."

    "By the way," Rajeev stopped him. "Where are we booked?"

    "Pallavi told me you usually stay at the Apistia. I've booked a
    suite for you there. And they will send their pick-up car to the
    airport, of course."

    "Of course," Rajeev murmured, not mentioning that he owned the
    hotel and Pallavi knew it and that he had a personal suite that
    occupied an entire floor kept for him round the year and that the
    seven floors immediately below his suite comprised the Delhi
    branch of the Hedon & Venery bordello.

    Rajeev saw Vijay out to the elevator and, returning to his cabin,
    shut the door behind him. Pallavi got up as he came in and her
    face creased in a wide smile. He took her in his arms and they
    kissed gently and deeply.

    "It's been too long," he murmured, his lips fluttering over her
    lovely eyes.

    "Far too long."

    "We've both been busy."

    "I've missed you."

    "So have I."

    "Liar," she said affectionately, biting his lip, making him wince
    and cry out sharply. "You haven't the time to miss me or anyone
    else. You're too busy fucking women."

    "And you? You've been continent, I suppose?"

    "Of course not. I couldn't if I tried."

    "Have you tried?"


    "Neither have I. So we're even then. Now. Coffee, tea or me?"

    "What a question. You, of course."

    "Well I want some tea. Shall we go upstairs?"

    "Mm. Let's. I'd like that."

    "Open Sesame!"

    He opened a secret door in a panel in one wall and they climbed a
    short spiral staircase to the floor above. Rajeev owned the top
    six floors of the office building. The last two of the six housed
    his law offices, with conference rooms, cabins, libraries and
    staff areas. His office was on the higher of the two floors.
    Directly above, the remaining four floors were a cleverly
    disguised brothel for the use of his office staff and privileged
    visitors. Access was restricted. Officially, these were the
    offices of an international trading company, a cover that had
    worked well over the years.

    Two floors of the bordello had fully furnished bedrooms set in a
    long strip down the centre, with viewing galleries on either side
    and the walls of the rooms that faced the corridors were entirely
    of glass from floor to ceiling. No one was allowed to copulate in
    these rooms except in full view of anyone who desired to watch.
    The third of the floors had an auditorium for screening Hedon &
    Venery films and live-shows, administrative offices, rest-rooms, a
    cafeteria, a library of Hedon & Venery materials and a service
    station that provided aphrodisiacs, liquor and sexual aids. The
    top floor was his private sanctum, where no one but the most
    privileged were permitted admission.

    There were few rules in the bordello, which offered
    round-the-clock services free of charge. Regular clothing was
    prohibited; anyone using the brothel had to wear approved gear,
    all of it specially designed to titillate and arouse. Unless
    unwell, no one was entitled to refuse a request for his or her
    sexual services. It was open to every member of his staff, without
    exception: juniors, associates, peons, chauffeurs, delivery boys
    and sweepers, everyone was treated as an equal. All class barriers
    were cast aside here: peons slept with rich society women.
    Cleaning ladies called for the services of high level executives
    and associates. A roster was maintained and it was strictly on a
    first come first serviced basis. Two of the peons were deputed to
    make sure that there were no squabbles about occupancy. Time was
    limited during peak hours to forty five minutes. Rajeev hated
    this, but space constrained time.  The only other prohibition was
    violence - no sadism or masochism of any kind was allowed.

    The brothel was run by Madhavi, a dusky, slender, luscious beauty
    Rajeev had rescued a long time ago from the private hell of a
    terrible marriage. He brought her out and slowly brought her to
    life again. She was an incredible fuck in bed and, as an
    administrator, she was without equal. She had her office on the
    auditorium floor and she ruled her fiefdom with a quiet, gentle
    firmness that brooked no transgression.

    Climbing up the staircase, they arrived at the first of the two
    bordello floors through a door in the corner of the far corridor
    that ran along the outer flank of the building. The outer wall of
    the corridor was entirely sealed from view from the surrounding
    buildings, ensuring total privacy.

    "Shall we go up to my place or would you like to browse?"

    Pallavi loved this place. The sex on display here was always

    "Let's browse for a bit. You're not in a hurry, are you?"

    "Not in the least. I have the rest of the evening free."

    "Good," she smiled.

    The rooms were superbly furbished in exquisite taste, each one
    different. Pallavi knew that Rajeev and Sunnu, the suzerains of
    sex, sincerely believed that the esthetic should inform all fields
    of endeavour. With Rajeev's unlimited expense account at her
    disposal, Sunnu deployed her considerable talents in furnishing
    the rooms. The results well justified the money and the effort.

    At the moment, only three of the rooms were occupied. The rush
    would start within an hour or so, when couples, trios, quartets
    and even larger groups came in on their way home. Some preferred
    to have a drink and chat while they watched others fuck. Most were
    inclined to indulge themselves.

    Rajeev and Pallavi sauntered down the corridor, looking in through
    the huge, crystal clear glass panes. One of the rooms was taken by
    an attractive fair skinned woman and one of Rajeev's several
    peon-studs. Her name was Nishita and she was a colleague Rajeev
    had seduced and soon brought into the fold. She rapidly proved to
    be an enthusiastic and skilled lover, with a considerable sexual
    history herself. Till her affair with Rajeev, however, she had
    been limited in her sexual forays outside marriage, her past
    notwithstanding. There had been a few affairs, but hardly
    satisfying. Now she could have her fill of sex.

    Rajeev opened up entirely new vistas for her. Soon after, both she
    and her husband were drawn into the sexual web of Rajeev's
    creation. They began to patronise the Apistia in Bombay, organised
    swap parties, and awoke to the variegated delights of the flesh
    that Rajeev's sexual empire had to offer. Like Pallavi, Nishita
    was a regular at Hedon & Venery, sleeping with other men,
    frequently whoring there and on a number of occasions, her husband
    watched her in performance even live on stage. Pallavi had done a
    couple of lesbian shows with her. Though she wasn't on his
    payroll, she qualified for unrestricted use of his carrels as a
    privileged visitor.

    She was a good looking woman, a few years older than Rajeev. She
    had a sweet, laughing, round face with a straight, slightly thick
    nose, a full, sensual mouth, lovely lips and good teeth. Her eyes
    were dark and round and large and warm. Her hair was thick and
    glossy, usually pulled back into a bun on the nape of her neck.
    She had big breasts, full and ripe, with long nipples in dense
    aureoles. Her belly curved outward somewhat but was still firm.
    Her legs were not terribly good, but her buttocks were fleshy, yet
    firm. Her skin was fair and creamy, utterly flawless. She was wont
    to wear a large red *bindi* in the middle of her forehead and a
    long, black and gold beaded *mangalsutra* around her neck which
    she wore under her collar and next to her skin. Rajeev had always
    found it extremely sexy to see the necklace disappearing into the
    tantalising cleavage that was revealed by the deeply cut neck of
    her taut blouse. She was given to wearing *sari*'s and her blouse
    was cut so that her breasts thrust proudly out and the neck
    plunged to a superb cleavage.

    Sudhakar, Rajeev's handsome peon-stud, was with her. He was a
    short, wiry man, good looking with a strong nose and wide mouth,
    perfect teeth, small dark eyes and short, curly hair. He had a
    hard body of wiry musculature. The shoulders were wide, the belly
    flat and firm, the chest sculpted, the torso hairless. His hips
    were lean and high, the buttocks taut, firm, small, the arms and
    legs full of strength. His torso slashed in a savage V from the
    wide shoulders to the narrow waist and high hips.

    His cock was a good seven inches long and correspondingly thick.
    He had a brace of weighty balls. He was known to be a patient and
    satisfying lover with good staying power and considerable
    expertise. Nishita's reactions now as he fucked her efficiently
    were eloquent testimony to that. She was on her back on the bed,
    naked, her legs spread, the knees raised. Her hands were stretched
    down to her loins, her fingers entwined in Sudhakar's hair. His
    head was between her thighs, and her hips jerked and heaved and
    writhed in pleasure as he tongue-fucked her. Nishita's face was a
    vision of lust, her head twisting from side to side, her mouth
    open in a gasp of wonder. One hand flew to her breast, large and
    succulent, and she crushed it hotly in her hands. Rajeev and
    Pallavi could see Sudhakar's tongue probing her dripping pussy,
    his head rolling and moving up and down, up and down between her

    She tugged at him, and he rose, his cock hard and erect, shining
    with her oral ministrations. He slid up her body, straddling her
    chest and squeezed her breasts over his cock, grunting, his face
    flushed, his nostrils flared. He fucked her breasts for a bit, the
    hard nipples scraping against his rough-skinned shaft. Then he
    scooted higher and squatted over her mouth, pushing his cock into
    it. Nishita slipped her lips around his cock and began to suck him
    hard, her cheeks hollowing and billowing, her head rising and
    falling, rising and falling.

    When he had enough of that, Sudhakar retreated, kneeling between
    her split thighs, her loins arched up to his. Slowly, he squeezed
    his cock into her cunt. Nishita arched hard under him. He lifted
    her thighs high and wide, her legs over his shoulders, his hands
    under her thighs and began to fuck her with long, slow, steady,
    skewering thrusts. Nishita arched and jerked, her body snapping up
    and back with each thrust, her big breasts jiggling. Sudhakar
    grinned at her and flung his head back, his buttocks pumping and

    Rajeev reached forward and thumbed the sound switch on the panel
    outside the glass pane. Instantly, the corridor was filled with
    their cries.

    "OHHHHHHh Su...dhaaahhh...kar... uhhhhhhh OHHHh uhhhh *hanh*
    uhhhhh *hanh* uhhh OHma uhh ahhhhhh uhhhh AHHHHHH!" she went.

    "Mm ... *hanh* ... uhhhh OH uhhhh Ohhhhhh *chul* ... *chul* ...
    *le* ... *lemerelavdekohanhhhh*!" Sudhakar gasped obscenely.

    His cock appeared and disappeared, shining and gleaming, hard and
    rough-skinned, reaming into her cunt, distending her cunt-lips
    wide open, coming out, then sliding back in again. His buttocks
    flexed and unflexed, his hips swung with a masterful steadiness,
    driving her wild as the enormous cock ran in and out.

    Sudhakar paused and moved to bend forward over her. Her legs
    spread and rose high around his slim, hard back. Sudhakar began to
    fuck her again, now moving faster and faster and Rajeev grinned
    with pleasure at the sight of his enormous cock plunging and
    plummeting, rising and falling, pistoning steadily up and down, to
    and fro and in and out, driving and skewering and reaming
    relentlessly into her cunt.

    Nishita's hips and buttocks heaved in unison with his. Her body
    jerked back with every thrust, and her breasts jiggled. The
    *mangalsutra* tossed and danced on her fair skin. Her face snapped
    from side to side, her mouth torn open in a cry of lust. Her face
    was flushed, the eyes closed, and her body shone with sweat. His
    muscles rippled smoothly as his buttocks flexed and unflexed, his
    head flung back, his eyes half- closed, his mouth open, panting
    and gasping.

    Her legs curled now about his lean hips, her hands digging
    fiercely into his shoulders. Sudhakar bent and kissed her deeply,
    thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Then he bent his head
    lower and kissed her erect nipple, licked it, sucked it, nibbled
    on it. Nishita moaned, arching hard under him, and he lifted his
    hips, paused for a moment, then swung down hard, ramming his cock
    into her cunt.


    Nishita cried out and jerked into a steep arch in shock, screaming
    and crying out in lust, clinging to him, her hips heaving and
    pumping in a frenzy beneath his. Rajeev chuckled softly. It was
    good to see his studs treat their mounts like whores, to take them
    hard. Sudhakar's big balls swung up against her cunt-lips, his
    glistening penis rose and fell, pumping and pistoning up and down,
    plunging deep into her cunt, rising up, then running down into her
    again. He squeezed her breasts in his hands, rolling them hard in
    his palms, kissed her again and suddenly, without warning, swung
    his hips in a savage side-to-side rocking action. Nishita's back
    bowed steeply in shock as the massive penis pierced her from all
    angles and she tore her mouth from his to cry out loudly.

    "OHHHHHHHHHh ... uhhhh ... OHH ... uhh ... OHH ... OH-uh-oh-uh-
    OHHHH-uhhh-OHHHHHH!" she wept.

    "*Hanh *uhhhh AHHHHH uhh OHHH uhhhh *hanh*!" he replied.

    Rajeev grinned. Beside him, Pallavi had opened the buttons of her
    *kurta*. She turned in his arms and kissed him hungrily, writhing
    her crotch against his, pressing her breasts to his chest. He
    thumbed the sound off.

    "Want to see more?"

    "Mm. Let's go on."

    They moved on to the next window, turning up the sound there,
    pausing to watch his office-brothel manager, Madhavi, and Vinod,
    one of his peons. Pallavi shuddered as she thought what the poor
    girl had been through with the monster she had been forced to
    marry. She had heard the stories from Rajeev and, by all accounts,
    Madhavi's husband had been sadistic and brutal beyond belief.

    He aroused in the delicate creature an intense aversion sex.
    Madhavi was forced to do all kinds of things to sate him. He
    preferred her anus to her cunt. He forced her to suck his pet
    Alsatian's cock and then to fuck the animal while he watched. She
    was terrified of dogs and it destroyed her mind. How or why she
    went through it, nobody knew. Rajeev reasoned that her fear of the
    social opprobrium accompanying a divorce was even greater than her
    terror of dogs.

    Not satisfied with bestiality, he forced her to fuck his servants,
    both men and women, utter strangers, urchins, virtually anyone.
    All this in public, in the living room, while his drinking
    companions watched and cheered. Soon, she became his favourite
    entertainment. Couples were invited to watch her perform on the
    dining table while they swapped partners and copulated
    energetically. On several occasions he had forced her to do strip
    shows in public bars and in the seedier ones, even to perform live
    on stage. Once, he forced her to fuck the dog while his guests
    looked on and held her down, and then he encouraged his guests to
    fuck her repeatedly through a long night she would never forget.

    Before Rajeev took on her case and drew her out of the hell she
    had been flung into, Madhavi had been through almost every
    conceivable kind of sexual torture there was: whipping, rape,
    sodomy, bestiality, all of it. Coming from a totally conservative
    middle-class background, her marriage destroyed her utterly.

    Rajeev felt a deep sense of responsibility to her, for on at least
    one occasion, she had been in performance at Chez Santosh, the
    exclusive nightclub at the Apistia. Rajeev remembered the show.
    She had been absolutely astonishing, and no one would have
    imagined any reluctance on her part. She had taken on three men
    that night, total strangers, studs Santosh brought in especially
    for the concert. They were blacks, hugely built and muscular with
    impossibly big penises. Madhavi had danced, stripped, then the men
    came on and she had sucked their cocks, danced some more and then
    they fucked her. The finale was when three of them took her
    together, one in her cunt, the other in her ass, the third in her
    mouth. The audience went berserk. The collections were phenomenal.
    She returned a couple of times after that, and always turned in a
    superlative show.

    It took Rajeev a long time to discover the extent of damage her
    deranged husband had done to her. Then he lost control, something
    he otherwise never did, and relentlessly destroyed the man with
    every means at his command.

    But the worst still awaited him. When he returned with the good
    news of the first legal victory, he found Madhavi stony-faced and
    silent. No amount of cajoling could elicit a response from her. He
    took her to his house that night, and Sunnu spoke to her. It was
    only then that they realised how totally she had been stripped of
    all emotion and feeling. Sunnu, with her own history, could not
    believe that any human being could be so utterly destroyed.
    Madhavi slept over that night, and Sunnu sent Babu, their servant
    and an accomplished lover, to her bed. They watched the two of
    them, and within an hour, Babu was left panting and gasping,
    totally drained.

    She was magnificent in bed. Yet, there was something amiss. Later
    that night, Rajeev went to her room and gently aroused her. She
    woke instantly and instead of letting herself go and enjoying it,
    she turned into a first class slut, trying to satisfy him, sucking
    his cock, tonguing his anus. She was truly adept at it, with a
    delicacy of touch and purity of skill that were astonishing.

    But Rajeev was puzzled. He pulled away from her and turned her
    face in his hands and looked into her eyes and saw what had been
    done to her. Her eyes were completely blank and flat, without
    emotion. He abandoned all thoughts of sex, abjuring the proffered
    temptations of her luscious body. Instead, he carried her out to
    the sprawling terrace garden and there, by the pool, he cradled
    her in his arms for a long time and worked his magic on her,
    slowly drawing it all out of her. When she was done, the story
    coming out in little bits and pieces, aspects that even he had
    known nothing about, she finally broke down and wept like a child,
    clinging to him. It took him an hour or more to quieten her. When
    she was finally reduced to whimpering, he carried her to bed again
    and held her till she was asleep. Then he returned to Sunnu and,
    sitting in bed, they chalked out their plan of action.

    The next day he set the wheels in motion, after commanding her to
    remain in their house. Systematically, he destroyed her husband,
    this time marshalling all his extra-legal sources, forces strong
    enough to pull apart the man's life and business within a matter
    of days. That night, he returned to Madhavi's bedroom, and this
    time, he made love to her, forcing her to lie back, using all his
    immense skills on her. At the end of it, Madhavi was panting and
    mewing and moaning desperately for release which, when it came,
    was cataclysmic for both of them. As he held her shuddering body
    in the throes of her umpteenth orgasm that night, he realised with
    a shock that till then, this woman who had seen so much diverse
    sex, had never experienced a genuine, voluntary orgasm.

    When finally they were done, several hours later, his body
    streamed with sweat and there were angry weals on his shoulders
    and chest and hips where she had dug her nails in a frenzy of
    passion. At last she subsided under him, his jizz still hot in her
    cunt and as he kissed her tenderly, she broke down yet again.
    Rajeev comforted her tenderly and, a while later, aroused her
    again and this time, it was she who took charge, urging him to
    fuck her harder and deeper.

    For a week she stayed in their house and every night Rajeev made
    prolonged love to her, driving her to greater and greater heights
    of ecstasy. Then he got her a flat in a suburb and Sunnu did it up
    for her. An overwhelmed Madhavi moved in; but the best was to
    come. Rajeev then kept her occupied with a succession of immensely
    skilled lovers who showed her the true pleasure of sex, and taught
    her to take as readily as she gave, to demand satisfaction. It was
    six months before Madhavi was finally in control of her life. Her
    lovemaking changed immeasurably and acquired a  new dimension.

    Rajeev offered her a job in his office. She jumped at the
    opportunity and in a short while proved to be a competent
    assistant with immense organizational skills. Now she and Harsha
    were the joint heads of office administration. Like the others who
    Rajeev favoured, she was soon immensely wealthy in her own right,
    one of the most powerful persons in his office. She was also now a
    regular performer at the nightclub and one of the highest priced
    call-girls there.

    Recently, she had re-married. Her husband was Suresh, Harsha's
    first lover, her first husband's brother. Suresh, too, worked in
    the office now and their marriage had been a full-fledged Hedon &
    Venery wedding, an orgy that had lasted two and  half days.

    Despite her status and position of authority, Madhavi was still
    bound by the rules of the office. These made it incumbent on her
    to service any man, without exception, who requisitioned her
    favours. Rajeev knew that it was Vinod who had put in his form for
    time with Madhavi. Rajeev saw the form and laughed in delight. It
    was a short form, and in the space below the question why the
    applicant had requested that particular partner, Vinod had
    scrawled the words '*Because I hear she's a damn good fuck. So am
    I*.' In the vernacular, the turpiloquence had an added zing.

    Now as he watched them, Rajeev was filled with a sense of
    achievement. Once again, he had been instrumental in successfully
    sundering a class barrier and distributing his own particular
    brand of largesse - sexual enjoyment for all, without

    Vinod was a short, intensely handsome youth with a muscular
    physique. He had curly brownish hair which he wore unfashionably
    long. He had a fine nose, a clean-shaven, square-jawed face with
    laughing eyes and a slim, wide mouth that smiled often, showing
    perfect teeth. His eyes were deep-set, dark. His shoulders were
    wide and strong, the torso hairless and smooth, with a cleaved,
    muscled chest and a hard belly. His torso tapered sharply to a
    narrow waist with high hips and small, taut buttocks. His legs and
    arms were long and strong, rounded with bunches of muscle, and his
    hands and feet were big and manly. His forearms and biceps were
    corded with muscle. His balls were big and low, and his cock was
    superb: fully nine and a half inches long erect and
    correspondingly thick, it was his pride and joy.

    Now he was leaning back in a deep, wide chair, his legs spread,
    naked, his head bent and to one side, a grin on his face, watching
    with delight as Madhavi, kneeling naked on the floor beside him,
    bent her head over his lap and sucked his cock. Holding his rigid
    penis in one hand, her eyes on his face, she slowly dragged her
    tongue up and down his rigid, slippery shaft. Her tongue swirled
    and coiled lovingly about the gorged cock-head. She jerked his
    rigid cock with her slender, elegant fingers and bent her head,
    both of them quite oblivious to their audience, and parting her
    lips, slid them around his bulging cock-head. Vinod gasped and his
    hips twitched in joy.

    "Mm ... *hanh*!" he gasped. "*Chul* ...  *choos rundi* ... *choos
    mere lund ko* ... mm ... *aise* mm OHH uhhhh *hanh* *chul* *rundi*
    *choos*! *Jorse* *choos*! *Aur* *jorse*!"

    She sucked his cock hungrily, masturbating him all the while, her
    head bobbing up and down over his writhing hips. Vinod's face was
    suffused with delight, his mouth handing open, his nostrils
    flared, his breath rasping. He held her head in his hands and
    moved it up and down to suit his pleasure.

    "*Chul* *saali* *rahnd* ... *Jorse* *choos*!" he rasped. "C'mon,
    you whore! Suck harder!"

    The big cock emerged and vanished, glistening and shining between
    her lovely lips. Her face was distended by the size of the cock,
    her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She paused once in a while to
    lick his cock-head, tongue his shaft, suckle his balls. Vinod was
    going mad with delight. He bent and cupped one naked, pendulant
    breast, squeezing the ripe mound hard, rolling it in his hand. Her
    nipples were rigid and hard, long and stiff. Her back arched in
    delight at the touch of his hand on her nipple. He shifted forward
    in the chair, and she knelt between his legs, her face thrust deep
    into his groin and he bent over and stretched his hands down,
    caressing her superb back, elegantly postured, unblemished, the
    spine neatly hollowed. His hands gripped her firm buttocks and
    parted them and probed between them with his finger. Pinned
    beneath him, Madhavi moaned and arched her back, thrusting her
    buttocks outward and Vinod was grinning and grunting, fingering
    her anus. Madhavi's smooth buttocks trembled and quivered,
    swaying. Vinod bent further, his chest over her back and her
    thighs opened for his finger to go into her cunt.

    Now he rose to his feet off the chair and, bent over her, began to
    masturbate  her cunt hard, his hand jerking rapidly to and fro.
    One finger, then two together rammed into her cunt, pulling out,
    in and out, in and out, in and out. Her face was pinned to his
    groin and his hips were pumping now, his buttocks flexing and
    unflexing as he fucked her face and fingered her cunt at the same
    time. Madhavi's hips swayed and jerked, pumping in unfaked delight
    beneath him. His hips ran back and forth. The long thick silver
    chain around his neck slapped at her butt. When they broke apart
    there was a look of amazed delight on her face, and her eyes shone
    darkly with excitement. Vinod laughed at her expression as he went
    back to the chair.

    "*Kem rundi, kayutu ne ke hoon tane saaru ragdi ne chodhis*?" he
    said in Gujarati. "Whore, didn't I tell you I'd fuck you hard?"

    Madhavi was panting now, her breasts hot and swollen, her breast
    tips standing up erect and quivering. She rose to her feet and
    swung one long, elegant shapely leg over his thighs and straddling
    his lap, sat on it. His cock was hard and moist against her flat
    belly. She bent forward, cupping his face in her hands and kissed
    him hard, hungrily, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.
    Vinod gripped her head, kissing her back, one hand on a breast,
    then moving lower between her legs and fondling her cunt.

    Madhavi broke the kiss, her head arching up, her eyes closed, her
    face suffused with lust. She looked stunning. Her lips were
    parted, shining with his gunk and, as Rajeev watched, her pointed
    tongue snaked out and around her lips, lapping at his jizz. She
    arched her chest towards him, and he sucked on her swollen breast,
    his cheeks hollowing as he flicked his tongue at her nipple. His
    lips drew back and his teeth bared as he rolled it in his teeth
    and across his gums and the roof of his mouth. Madhavi moaned

    "OHHHHHH ... Vin...ohhhhhh...d!" she went, gripping his head  and
    pinning it to her breast.

    He was deeply excited by her reaction and now he moved to the
    other breast, then squeezed both together in a hard bunch and
    sucked on both nipples at once.

    "OHHHHHh ... uhhhh ... OHHHHHHHHH!" Madhavi gasped deliriously.

    She writhed and gasped over him, her hips swaying of their own
    accord now and her excitement and passion were obviously unfaked.
    Her long, elegant fingers curled hungrily, feverishly around his
    massive cock again and now she shuffled back, positioning her cunt
    over his cock-head. She paused for a moment and Vinod's hands were
    on her breasts and her hips and buttocks and thighs. She took the
    cock in three fingers and slid the cock-head into her cunt,
    between the cunt-lips rimmed with downy fuzz.

    "AHHHHHHHHHH ... uhhhhhh ... AHHHHH!" Vinod gasped, arching hard
    as her cunt seared down on his cock-head.

    "UuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhAHHHHHHH!" she moaned, her hips sinking
    onto his cock.

    Her lovely face arched back, contorted with an agonised lust, her
    mouth open in a wide 'O' of passion. Her hips sank lower even as
    Vinod arched his own high. His cock slid into her flesh,
    distending her cunt-lips wide open and her back arched, the
    exquisite neck strained and arching back. Her breath rasped from
    her throat. His hands were on her slender waist, pulling her down
    even more deeply. Her legs were folded beneath her, on either side
    of his and now, with her hands on his thighs behind her butt, she
    began to move, bucking and rocking up and down, up and down, her
    cunt rising and falling, sliding up the length of his pole, then
    coming down again. His hips spasmed and jerked, then struck a
    controlled rhythm, pumping up and down beneath her, their buttocks
    flexing and unflexing in synchronicity. He squeezed her breasts,
    and she cried out. He leaned forward and sucked on them again. She
    moaned, and when he released her, her own hands were on her
    breasts, rolling and squeezing them in excitement.

    "OHHHH ... Vinod-Vinod-Vin...nnn...ohhhh...dd *hanh* uhhhh Ohma
    uhh *hanh* uhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, her head twisting this way and
    that, her body rising and falling, rising and falling, writhing in
    unfaked delight on his lap. She stretched back and with delicate
    fingers cupped and rubbed his heavy balls.

    "*Chul*," he gasped, "*chul rundi chul* ... *lelemerelavdeko chul*
    ... *Hanh* uhh OHHHhhhhhuhhhhh *laile hanh* chul-chul-OHHHH!"

    They paused and, with her still impaled on his cock, Vinod rose
    smoothly out of the chair, his muscles rippling. She flung her
    legs about his slim hips, pinning her cunt to his cock, her hands
    thrown about his broad shoulders,  panting, feverish with lust now
    and kissing him again and again, moaning eager obscenities of

    They fell to the carpeted floor and Vinod began to fuck her on her
    back. He knelt between her legs, levering her thighs wide open,
    her bent knees flat on their sides on the floor, and bending
    deeply over her, he took her hard. Madhavi cried out, screaming
    loudly, her body arching and spasming, jerking back and forth as
    he thrust and thrust and thrust, harder and faster, deeper and
    deeper. His  face was bent, his mouth open, his teeth gritted and
    bared in a rictus of ecstasy. His buttocks flexed and unflexed,
    jerked and swung rapidly to and fro, back and forth, up and down,
    driving his immense penis in and out of her cunt. It appeared and
    disappeared shining wet with their comingled coital juices,
    emerging hard and stiff, long and monstrous, thick veins standing
    out angrily on the shaft, then running back into her deep and fast
    and smooth, her cunt-lips pulled wide open, drilling in deeper
    till his balls were at her vulva. With each thrust, Madhavi arched
    hard, her mons bucking up to take him in deeper, and her head
    flipped from side to side in slow, languorous motions. She thrust
    a hand down and clawed her cunt-lips open, feeling the shaft rasp
    out of her, then slide back in, scraping her fingers and clitoris.
    Vinod began to swing his hips in skewering, rolling motions with
    each thrust, slowing his fucking suddenly, and Madhavi moaned as
    the monster cock took her from all angles. On and on he went, and
    now his head was flung back, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his
    voice ragged, his cries, like hers, obscene and loud. Her hands
    were on her breasts, squeezing them in delight, pinching and
    rolling the rigid nipples, the gold chain around her neck tossing
    on her chest, the long silver one around his flying and tossing,
    his muscles knotting and flexing superbly, his body streaming with
    sweat now, her breasts jiggling with his thrusts, her back arching
    and falling, arching and falling. Again he changed the rhythm,
    resuming the rapid-fire, trip-hammer, pistoning-lunging-thrusting,
    ramming and reaming into her, his hips swinging furiously to and
    fro, back and forth, up and down, and Madhavi's body bowed in an
    arch and she cried out loud and long, tendons popping in her
    throat. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, the nails digging in
    fiercely and he cried out, now releasing her thighs and leaning
    over her, sucking her breasts hard, her legs jerking up and
    winding taut about his hips as his cock rocketed to and fro. Their
    motions grew more frenzied, their cries more erotic.

    "OHHHHHHHH Vinod uhhhhh OHHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHHHHHH uh OHHMA uh
    *hanh* uhhhh uhhh ohhhh uhhhh ... OHHHHH" she went.

    "AHHHH ... UHHHH ... AHHHHHHH ... UHHHHHH!" he responded.

    They came together, and Rajeev and Pallavi watched, rivetted as
    she spasmed and arched in a steep bow, her mouth tearing open, the
    breath driven from her slender, superb, dusky body, her nipples
    enormously hard and stiff and long, her cunt heaving up to his,
    her body shaking and trembling and quivering, her head flung back,
    her arms around his shoulders. He thrust his tongue into her
    mouth, and then went into his final strokes, thrusting in hard
    once, pausing, twice and pausing, three, four, five times, pausing
    each time inside her.

    At last he gave in and jerked into her. His hips twitched at her
    crotch as he came and her face suffused with pleasure, her body
    jerking as his jizz shot into her slit in steaming jets. Still
    coming, he slid out of her, shook his cock and gasping and
    moaning, shot his steaming jizz through the air. Rajeev and
    Pallavi watched it arc and then settle like thick ticker tape on
    her thighs and belly and breasts and face.

    Moaning softly, still gasping, Madhavi subsided, her trembling
    legs unwinding and sliding down. Vinod chuckled softly and crushed
    his cock back into her cunt. It was still rock-hard and stiff.
    Obviously, he had doped himself to the gills with sex pep pills.
    Madhavi moaned thickly, her face turned to one side, her body
    rocking gently under his thrusts. He kissed her and she writhed
    under him, caressing his powerful shoulders. He reared up on his
    elbows over and grinned down at her. She smiled languorously up at

    "*Kem memsa'ab* ... *kevu lagyu*? *Maja avi*?" he murmured.

    Her smile widened in true appreciation and gratitude. She drew a
    long, slender finger through the puddle of gunk between her
    breasts and, scooping up a thick gob of it, raised her finger to
    her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue slid out, sexily lapping
    at his jizz from her fingertip. Then her finger was in her mouth
    and she was sucking on it. He chuckled and watched her as she
    began to caress her gunk covered body, massaging his spoot into
    her flesh. He rocked his cock into her sharply. She gasped and
    arched him.

    "*Chul* Vinod ... *pacher chodh mhane*," she murmured.

    Madhavi moaned sexily and Vinod eased his cock out of her and
    turned her on her font. She moaned, bent before him on her
    forearms and knees. Vinod chuckled and dropped in a low squat
    astride her flared hips and pressed his rigid cock between her
    buttocks. Rajeev knew she liked being sodomized and Vinod loved
    doing it. Sure enough, the youth hesitated, then made up his mind.
    He pressed his cock-head to her tight anus. Madhavi groaned and
    bent forward more steeply, arching her hips to him. He creased her
    buttocks open and, flexing his buttocks, eased his hips forward,
    squeezing his cock-head into her asshole.

    Rajeev smiled and turned off the sound, cutting off Madhavi's
    shrill cry. Looking at Pallavi, he saw that she was intensely
    aroused, one hand cupping a breast, her face soft and radiant with
    lust, the nostrils flared, the lips parted. He kissed her,
    thrusting his tongue into her mouth.


    "No. Look, we really need to talk."

    "Okay, let's go.  Come on, we'll take the lift up."

    They rode up to the top floor in his private elevator. Pallavi had
    always loved this space. It was stunningly furnished, with
    bookcases, music everywhere, gorgeous rugs and priceless paintings
    and antiques. It was a complete apartment in itself. In the living
    room, there was a casual sitting area with two armchairs and a
    sofa clustered around a sleek coffee table.

    They settled on the sofa and he punched a button on the remote
    control that lay on the side table by the sofa. Soft music
    filtered from superb hidden speakers. Pallavi kicked off her
    slippers and curled her feet on the sofa. Rajeev stripped off his
    shirt and trousers and Pallavi grinned at him.

    "Don't tempt me, you sexy stud," she murmured, leaving her clothes
    on. "I really need to talk to you."

    Rajeev smiled ruefully and settled down beside her. She snuggled
    to him and caressed his body, fondling his cock.

    "So what's the problem?" he asked.


    "Mm. You said, earlier. I saw it. Trying to tie you down, is he?"

    "He's married, damn it."

    "So? Married men don't get horny?"

    She giggled. "No. It's just that I haven't fucked him yet."

    He stared at her in surprise and began to laugh. "I don't believe

    "Honestly. I think he thinks of his love as some pure, platonic
    thing ..."

    "That's bullshit."

    "I know."

    "He's got the hots for you."

    "Is it that obvious?"

    "Not if you're blind."

    "I've decided to let him fuck me."

    "Good. Sensible. Cool him off."

    "It can't be here, of course. Not in Bombay."

    He looked at her and nodded in agreement and understanding.
    "You're right. It can't. You planning to do it on this trip to

    She nodded. "Yes. I was hoping to."

    "Well, we're at the Apistia, so it shouldn't be a problem."

    She looked at him in alarm. "Hey, I don't want him up at the
    whorehouse or anything."

    "I wasn't suggesting that."

    "What then?"

    "You get him to your room the night we arrive and let him stay

    "You'll see to the security?"

    "You won't be disturbed," he promised her. "You want this on

    She frowned. "Somehow I don't think he's going to be terribly
    exciting in bed. But might as well, I suppose. Might come in handy
    someday, perhaps."

    "In a somewhat bizarre set of circumstances, no doubt."

    "Probably. So you agree I should do it?"


    "Good. That's settled then."

    He grinned and kissed her.

    "Now. About that tea." He picked up the phone. There was a full
    service kitchen on the floor below.

    "Forget the tea," she said huskily, her eyes glittering. "Come
    here and fuck me, you sexy stud. Watching all that fucking has
    ignited my slit."

    Rajeev laughed and replaced the receiver. He drew her to him and
    her mouth was hungry and open beneath his. A few minutes later
    they were in the bedroom and he stood on the bed and fucked her
    mouth as she knelt before him. He grunted softly, his head bent,
    watching her suck his cock and thought to himself that Vijay
    really had struck gold.

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