Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives


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Copyright 1996-97, 
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

                         P E N T A P R I S M


                              Beach Ball

    They are fortunate. Anuja's parents go off for the weekend with
    some friends to Lonavla, a hill station south-east of Bombay.
    Anuja knows that the house where they will stay has no telephone.
    She needs to make no excuse to spend the night out at the beach.
    She calls Osmond when she learns of her parents' plans and accepts
    his offer. He is delighted.

    Anuja has always loved fucking in live sex-shows. It appeals to
    the exhibitionist in her. She is not unduly concerned about a
    scandal; after all, she regularly does shows for Hedon & Venery.
    Jayant is as excited as she. Osmond has offered fifty thousand
    rupees in cash, the price they negotiated the previous week.
    Jayant himself will be there and promises that if she suspects
    anything, they will pull out. He will be her chaperone.

    "And," she says, grinning. "My pimp. Ten per cent is yours,

    He laughs, knowing she will not refuse now. Not that either of
    them needs the money -- they have enough of her own -- but he
    knows her and knows that being paid for having sex, becoming a
    whore is one of her most ardent fantasies. This is a chance to
    realise it. As he expects, she agrees and he smiles and bends his
    head to kiss her, rocking his cock slowly in and out of her cunt.

    Once committed, Anuja thrills in eager anticipation. She is
    impatient to get there and Jayant torments her by dawdling, taking
    time to fuck her again when they should be leaving. He refuses to
    budge till she lets him fuck her and she sighs and turns on her
    front, on her forearms and knees and lets him fuck her heavily and
    unhurriedly from behind, gripping her hips and thrusting his cock
    in and out of her cunt.

    Their destination is good two hours away by road. They take the
    car with Tony, the family chauffeur, at the wheel with Baban in
    front. Anuja and Jayant ride at the back. Tony has been let in on
    the secret assignation and worries slightly for her safety. He
    insists that they not leave the car on the far side of the creek
    and cross by ferry but take the longer route looping round the
    north and then heading west. They will need the car if they have
    to leave in a hurry, he says. Anuja kisses him gratefully,
    promising to spend some time with him when they return.

    The entire hotel has been booked for the private party. It is
    perfect, quiet and secluded, far removed from the nearest village.
    The surrounding roads are deserted, and there are no other houses
    nearby. Tony draws the car up the gravel driveway and Baban,
    Jayant and Anuja alight, while he parks in a separate lot next to
    several swanky cars.

    At the front office, Osmond greets them effusively, beaming

    "Welcome, welcome," he says. "So nice of you to make it.
    Everything is perfect," he gushes. "The hotel has never looked
    better. Come, come and see. I must introduce you to yours hosts."

    He ushers them out of the office and, in the restaurant by the
    pool, Anuja and Jayant are introduced to their hosts, a good
    looking middle-age man and his attractive wife. Anuja notices that
    the man is lithe and well built with a trim, muscular body and
    handsome features. His wife is a tall, slender, lissom beauty with
    finely chiselled features and a beautifully curved body. She takes
    Anuja aside while the man confabulates with Jayant.

    Anuja learns that her hostess' name is Seema and her husband,
    Vinay, is a millionaire businessman. They are hosting this party
    for some important business associates Vinay feels he must
    impress. Jayant and Vinay finish their discussion and Osmond
    escorts them to a large villa that has been reserved for them. It
    is superbly furnished with a big, wide bed, armchairs, sofas,
    coffee table, elegant wall hangings, attractive lights. The
    bathroom is in black and green granite with gold fittings and
    trim. There is even a jacuzzi built in. Anuja dumps her tote bag
    on the bed and wanders through the suite. She strolls onto the
    wooden sundeck and looks out at the darkening sky, the white tops
    of the crashing surf. The wind tugs at her hair and ripples her
    light shirt. Before her, the swimming pool glistens and glitters.
    There is a round white table under a bright umbrella on the deck
    and several matching wrought iron chairs. Jayant watches her with
    quiet amusement.

    "This is fabulous!" Anuja says. "Jayant, this is what we should

    "Cost us an arm and leg."

    "Aren't I worth it, though?"

    "Mm. I'll have to think about it."


    They laugh. Jayant goes up to her and puts his arm around her. She
    leans her head on his shoulder.

    "You know what to expect, girl?" he asks gently.

    "Not the details, no. Did Vinay tell you?"

    "Yes. It's pretty much what we thought."

    "So I'm expected to fuck a guy in front of an audience."

    "Something like that."

    "One of the guys here?"

    "No. A stranger. Presumably a gigolo. Anji, you haven't done this
    kind of thing before, have you?"

    "No. Never. But I've often wanted to. Idiot, if I had, I'd have
    told you now, wouldn't I?"

    Jayant smiles. "Guess so. I think it should be fun."

    "You know, I'm wondering."

    "What about?"

    "Seema. She's very lovely, very sexy. Why not her?"

    Jayant chuckles. "I asked Vinay just that. Seems he's entertaining
    some important business guests and wants to do something
    different. He says Seema's done this kind of thing before, but
    only for friends, never formally. They wanted someone younger,
    preferrably a teenager. And Osmond suggested you."

    "Did they find me good enough?"

    "Very. Vinay wanted to fuck you right away."

    Anuja laughs. "Perhaps he'll get the chance."


    "Where's this to happen, d'you know?"

    "Outside. On the beach."

    Anuja's eyes dance. "That's sexy. How many people are they

    "About two dozen."

    "So many!"

    Jayant smiles. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do well."

    "All men?"

    "No. Couples, mostly, Vinay says, and the odd lone wolf. And
    there'll probably be an orgy later. Vinay says he and Seem will
    both be fornicating. When I told him I was here with Baban and
    Tony, he just said not to worry, we could have any woman who was
    willing to have us. Apparently, it's going to be free for all
    after the show."

    "Am I expected to fuck any of the guests?"

    "Only if you want to. Of course, they'll pay extra for that. The
    fifty grand is only for the performance."

    "I see. That's fine, then. Incidentally, who's the guy I'm
    supposed to fuck?"

    Jayant grinned. "That he wouldn't say. He assured me he's clean,
    exceptionally well built and handsome and a very, very skilled

    "How does he know?"

    "Seema fucks him all the time."

    Anuja laughs. "A local then."

    "I think so."

    They hear cars rolling up. Jayant kisses her quickly. "The guests
    are arriving. Perhaps you should get ready."

    "How long do I have?"

    "About an hour. Enough time. Someone will call us. What are you
    going to wear?"

    "I don't know. What do you think?"

    "That bikini. It's guaranteed to give every guy a hard-on right

    They turn back into the bedroom. Anuja strips and moves to the
    high, wide bed. Lying down, she begins to fondle herself.

    "Jay," she says. "Get Tony up here. I want a quick fuck."

    "What's wrong with me."

    "I want to fuck him, not you."

    Jayant grumbles good-naturedly and goes out. He returns a few
    minutes later with a grinning Tony. 

    "Come here, Tony," Anuja says. "Come and fuck me. I'm hot."

    The chauffeur strips quickly and moves to the bed. Jayant sighs
    and sits in a chair and watches Tony fuck her steadily and
    relentlessly for the next half hour. Tony is a strong young man
    with a dark, muscular body and clean-shaven, handsome features.
    His penis is over eight inches long and more than an inch and a
    half thick. He keeps it shorn smoothly to the hilt. His balls are
    thick and heavy. Anuja sucks his cock greedily for several minutes
    and his penis swells and hardens rapidly, thickening and
    lengthening in her mouth, distending her face. He fucks her mouth
    slowly, rocking her head back and forth in his hands, pumping his
    hips at her face, his head bent to watch her. Pushing her head
    away, he bends and thrusts his face into her crotch and licks her
    slit, finger-fucking her simultaneously. Anuja moans and writhes
    on the bed, her hips at the edge, her legs hanging over, her body
    jerking and rocking, her cunt heaving up and down. She squeezes
    her breasts erotically, clenches his thick hair and moves his head
    round and round in her crotch, moaning obscenely.

    At first, Tony fucks her on her back, standing upright at the edge
    of the bed, holding her thighs apart in his hands and rocking his
    hips smoothly back and forth. Jayant watches them, staring at the
    sight of the chauffeur's distended erection grinding rhythmically
    in and out his cousin's wet cunt.

    "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes, Tony, yes! Ohh uhh ohhh uhh ohhh
    uhh ohhh uhh yes uhh yes oh god yes ... fuck me! Oh fuck me ...
    fuck me ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me!" Anuja cries, her body
    jerking and rocking back and forth under the chauffeur's demanding

    Her breasts bounce and wobble and she squeezes them erotically,
    lifting and cupping the swollen mounds, pinching and tweaking her
    erect nipples. Her head flips languorously from side to side. The
    chauffeur moans thickly.

    "C'mon ... take it ... take it, baby ... oh fuck yes ... take my
    cock ... ohhh uhh ohhh uhh yeh ... oh yeh ... oh yeh ... that's it
    ... take it all, bitch, take it!"

    He slows and stops and, moaning and panting, Anuja turns on her
    front, on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, her legs
    sticking out over the side. Tony takes his cock and slowly
    squeezes it into her cunt, pushing it in deeper and deeper. Jayant
    watches in fascination as the huge cock disappears inexorably
    between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Anuja moans and arches
    her back, lifting her head. The chauffeur groans and begins to
    fuck her smoothly, with long, deep thrusts, holding her hips and
    rocking his back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
    rhythmically. His cock saws in and out of her cunt, glistening and
    gleaming with their comingled coital juices. Anuja rocks and jerks
    to and fro on all fours, her heavy, swollen, pendulous breasts
    jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging back and forth.
    Faster and faster Tony goes, his thighs slapping softly at her
    buttocks as he grinds and rams hungrily into her hot, tight, wet

    "Oh Tony! Tony! Oh yes! Oh ma yes! Oh god yes uhhh yes uhhh yes oh
    yes oh god yes!" she gasps desperately, her voice raw and husky
    with lust.

    "C'mon take it ... take it whore, take it ... oh fuck yes oh yes
    oh yes oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHHH!" he cries.

    They orgasm simultaneously, her body stiffening and arching, her
    buttocks squirming against his thighs as the pleasure lights her
    face. Seconds later, the chauffeur plunges deep into her cunt,
    making her moan thickly and, growling in relief, explodes, his
    hips twitching at her buttocks as he empties his load.

    A few minutes later, Tony leaves and Anuja gets off the bed
    unsteadily. Jayant rushes to her and holds her. She is still
    panting and gasping, moaning softly. 

    "You okay?" he asks, brushing her forehead with his lips, stroking
    her hair.

    "Yes. Fine. A bit tense, that's all."

    "You want a drink of water or something."

    "No. Not right now. I'll be fine. Come, I should get ready now."


    Anuja goes into the bathroom to shower and clean up. Several
    minutes later, she steps out naked. Jayant gives her a towel and
    kisses her gently. She smiles at him as she towels herself dry and
    begins to dress. She has just finished when there is a knock on
    the door, summoning her downstairs. 

    "Jayant, go ahead."

    "What for?"

    "Just check it out. I don't want to come down and then turn back."

    Jayant nods and leaves. Five minutes later, Anuja goes down and
    walks through the house and down the wide, curved steps to the
    garden and the pool. The house is quiet and deserted. She sees
    people on the beach and walks down the paved walkway, lit by low,
    calf-height shaded lamps to the beach.

    There are nearly thirty people on the beach, some sitting on the
    sand, some in deckchairs, chatting, smoking, laughing. All are
    casually dressed, some in shorts, others in Bermudas, T-shirts,
    swimming wear. Servants in white uniforms flit between them with
    trays of canapés and drinks. Anuja sees Jayant, Tony and Baban
    standing just inside the curved bower that opens onto the beach
    and she smiles at them.

    "Wish me luck," she whispers. "Here I go."

    "Don't worry, babe, we're here," Jayant says. 

    "I know. I can't tell you how comforting that is."

    "Go." Tony's voice is gentle and concerned. 

    She smiles at him and steps out onto the beach. The hubbub dies
    and face turn to her. Anuja hesitates, a case of last-minute
    nerves. Quickly, she controls herself. There is nothing to fear,
    and she has done this before. Seema is at one corner and she
    smiles gently, in encouragement. Anuja's pulse quickens.

    Her step falters, and then she takes a quick breath and steadies
    herself. There is nothing to fear, she reasons. She is here to be
    fucked and that is something she knows how to do and to do well.
    She moves forward, seeing a small, cleared space in front of the
    guests and walks to it.

    Anuja looks lovely. Her long hair is braided and coiled, held high
    behind her head. She wears a short terrycloth robe that just
    reaches her knees and is loosely belted. Around her neck, she
    wears her long gold necklace. There are rings on her fingers and
    small stud glitters in her left nostril. Her eyes are thickly
    rimmed with *kajal*. Her feet are bare. 

    There is silence, only the sound of the wind and the sea. Even the
    servants have stopped moving and have stepped back to the rear of
    the crowd. Anuja pauses, looking at her audience and then slowly
    unbelts her robe. It falls open. Slowly, she pulls the lapels
    wider and wider, lower on her shoulders and then, sensuously,
    gently, lets it rustle to the sand. She smiles and steps forward
    out of the puddled robe at her feet. 

    There is a collective intake of breath, a gasp from the crowd and
    suddenly, Anuja exults, her mind leaping with excitement and joy
    at the knowledge that all these strangers find her sexy and want
    to see her being fucked right there on the sand in front of them.
    Fucking live before an audience is still one of the sexiest ways
    to orgasm. Her cunt tingles and her breasts swell.

    "Good evening," she murmurs. "My name is Anuja."

    She is wearing the outrageous string bikini. The bra has thin,
    fine strands, the cups little more than the size of Band-Aids,
    barely covering her nipples. It is small and taut and her full,
    heavy breasts strain at the cloth, her cleavage deep and enticing,
    the gold chain nestling in the dark valley. The panty is
    ridiculous, a narrow, long strip of cloth descending from the
    strings that girdle low on her hips and barely covering her
    cunt-lips, leaving most of her crotch exposed. Between her thighs,
    it tapers and narrows again to a single strand that rises between
    the curves of her buttocks, leaving them entirely naked. 

    Anuja's body tingles with excitement. She finds the situation very
    sexy. Her nipples stiffen and her pulse quickens. Her breasts
    swell, grow hot and hard in the tiny bikini cups. Slowly, she
    tilts her head back, lifting her chin and draws her hands up her
    sides to her breasts, her fingers spread wide, her palms open. Her
    hands pause over her breasts, the heels of her palms over her
    nipples and she opens her mouth and runs her tongue sensuously
    across her upper lip, slowly rolling her hands over her breasts in
    circular motions. Her body writhes visibly. Hunching her
    shoulders, she squeezes her breasts together, crushing them hard
    in her hands, her mouth now forming a wide O. Her eyes flash with
    lust, inviting every man in the audience to come up and fuck her.
    She lifts and squeezes her breasts in her hands, the outsides of
    her palms meeting in her cleavage, her face soft and radiant with
    lust and arousal. Slowly, she releases her breasts and begins to
    slide her hands down her belly, drawing it inward.

    A lascivious smile in her eyes, her body quivering with excitement
    and delight at the attention, she slides her hands lower,
    reversing her palms so that her fingers are pointed down to her
    crotch. Lower and lower her hands go, her fingers spreading wide.
    Her feet shuffle apart. Her hands slide down and in from her hips.
    Her palms pressed to her lower belly, her first fingers raised
    delicately, she drags her forefingers along the two sides of the V
    of her crotch, on either side of her cunt. She drags her
    forefingers together, closer and closer, and they crawl under the
    bikini panty to her cunt-lips. Her fingers pressed to her slit,
    she starts masturbating, moving her fingers sensuously up and
    down, back and forth. Her hips start to grind and sway and writhe
    and pump. She bites her lower lip, then opens her mouth and
    presses her tongue sexily to her upper lip. Slowly, she draws the
    edges of the bikini panty together, squeezing and twisting them
    into a single thick strand that runs down her cunt-lips. 

    "Yes," she breathes, "yes ... I want it ... I want it!"

    Her voice carries over the breeze, audible to every person
    present. She hisses softly, her fingers pumping gently in her cunt
    under the bikini panty, her hips writhing and rocking slowly back
    and forth. With one hand she lifts the bikini panty strand aside.
    Now her cunt-lips are completely exposed and, with a soft moan,
    she arches a finger into her slit, her hips writhing, her buttocks
    flexing and unflexing making her body rise and rock gently up and
    down on her feet. Her finger is visibly wet.

    Still masturbating, she turns around, her back to the audience and
    they can see her naked buttocks now and the rear strand of the
    bikini panty emerging from the dark cleft between the smooth
    curves. She slides her hands to her buttocks, bends forward
    slightly, pulls them open, exposing her sweetly puckered anus with
    the bikini strand running over it and looks over her shoulder at
    the audience with a wanton, glassy, lust-filled expression.
    Slipping hand down into her crotch, she lifts the front of the
    bikini panty and arches a finger into her cunt again so that from
    behind the audience can see her masturbate.

    "Yes," she says again. "I want a man ... I want a cock ... I want
    to be fucked!"

    On cue, timing it to perfection, a figure shimmers out of the
    shadows in front of her. A man steps silently over the soft sand
    and Anuja straightens as he comes up before her.

    The man is tall and dark and handsome, with a stunning physique.
    He is wearing nothing but tight, small swimming trunks. His face
    is lean and hard, with a sharp nose, dark eyes set deep, a thick
    shock of black hair. He is clean shaven and his jaw is square and
    hard, his lips slim and wide. His cheeks are hollowed and lined.

    His body is tanned and dark, the skin smooth and supple with not
    an ounce of fat anywhere on him. His shoulders are wide and broad
    and his torso is a savagely slashing V from shoulder to hip. His
    chest is deep and cleaved, the pectorals bulging, small hard
    nipples pulled wide and low on either side. His belly is
    rock-hard, every muscle ridged and defined. His arms are thickly
    bunched with strength, his wrists as thick as his forearms. His
    legs are long and strong, the thighs sturdy and rippling with
    muscle. His waist is narrow, his hips high, his buttocks small and
    taut and lean. His torso is entirely hairless, even the armpits
    depilated. The bulge in his crotch is thick and promising.

    His body glistens and Anuja realises that he has oiled it lightly
    to accentuate his physique. He looks very sexy. She trembles in
    excitement and pleasure. Seema has chosen well, she thinks. This
    man will be a magnificent lover.

    A brief smile flickers on his face. He comes closer, and his hands
    go around her, slide down her body to her buttocks, pulling her to
    him. Anuja arches against him, her groin pressed to his, her back
    bowed, her hands on his arms. He bends her further back, more and
    more steeply and her body curves backward in a steep bow. He holds
    by the waist with one hand and bends his face to her upthrust
    breasts. Anuja gasps loudly as he draws one fleshy mound into his
    mouth, with the bikini cup and sucks on it. Her head falls back,
    upside down. He squeezes the other breast with his free hand.

    He pulls her up slowly and she moves smoothly, in perfect,
    unspoken understanding. She licks his chest lasciviously, sucks
    and licks one nipple, then the other, slowly descends to her knees
    in front of him. Groaning audibly, she presses her face to his
    crotch and sucks his penis through his swimming trunks. The man
    grunts softly.

    Gently, she slides her fingers into the legs of his trunks. Her
    fingers close around his penis. It is huge, at least eight inches
    long, over an inch thick and not yet erect. Anuja grows hot with
    lust. His cock is uncircumcised, the shaft, she notices, shaved
    smooth to the hilt, the balls heavy and low. Slowly, she drags his
    trunks down, lower and lower. His cock springs out, thick and
    long, better than she had hoped. Whimpering softly, she takes it
    in her hand and jerks it gently, deftly. It quivers and begins to
    thicken and grow. She flips back the foreskin, caresses her face
    with it, her lips open, running it over her lips and cheeks. Her
    tongue flickers out and swirls over his cock-head. The man grunts
    and his hands go down to her head. She looks up. His head is bent,
    watching her. His hips grind forward. Jerking his shaft gently,
    she opens her mouth wider and slowly takes his cock into her
    mouth. The man's head arches back and he groans loudly, pulling
    her head deeper into his crotch.

    Anuja sucks her anonymous lover's cock slowly and deeply and
    heavily, jerking his shaft in her fist, her head rocking back and
    forth between his thighs. He fucks her mouth unhurriedly, rocking
    her head back and forth with both hands, pumping his hips at her

    Her back is to the audience and they cannot fully see her sucking
    his cock. Somehow, this only adds to the eroticism of the scene.
    Her buttocks rest on her heels, her toes digging into the sand.
    The viewers only see his hips jerking to and fro and her head
    rocking back and forth between his thighs. 

    Anuja pauses and lifts her head slightly, tonguing his navel,
    taking his cock between her breasts. She feeds it down her
    cleavage and squeezes her breasts over his penis through the
    bikini top. The man groans loudly. She bends her head and resumes
    sucking his cock, dipping her head now and then to suck and lick
    his heavy, low balls.

    "Mm ... yes ... suck it ... suck my prick, c'mon ... do it!" the
    man grunts.

    His cock is enormous now, over nine inches long and two inches
    thick, hot and hard and throbbing. Slowly, he shuffles around and
    she moves with him so that they are now turned sideways with their
    profiles to the audience. The viewers watch her suck his cock
    harder and faster, her head rocking swiftly back and forth, his
    cock glistening between her lips, distending her face. Pausing,
    her head tilted to one side, her eyes hooded, jerking his cock in
    her fist, she opens her mouth wide and swirls her tongue cunningly
    around his cock-head. The man groans. His hands slide down to her
    shoulders and he slips off the straps of the bikini top. It falls
    away, revealing her heavy, full breasts. Sucking his cock again,
    she caresses her breasts erotically. Pre-cum gunk spurts from his
    cock-head and she moans and catches it on her face and in her
    mouth, swallowing it lasciviously. The man shuffles around slowly,
    fucking her mouth as he moves, pausing briefly with his back to
    the audience so they can see his buttocks flexing and unflexing,
    his hips grinding back and forth. He moves in a three-quarter
    circle, returning to their original position facing the audience,
    her back to them.

    The man pushes her head away and sinks to his knees before her.
    They kiss slowly, deeply, sexily, their mouths wide, their tongues
    fencing with each other, his hands on her breasts, her fingers
    stroking his cock. They fall to the sand with her on her back. She
    spreads her legs, lifts her knees, pulls the bikini bottom wide,
    draws her cunt-lips open.

    "Fuck me," she moans loudly. "Fuck my cunt!"

    The man bends over her between her thighs on outstretched arms and
    knees, his knuckles on the sand. Anuja groans and arches under

    "Yes," she says, her hands on his cock, guiding him to her cunt.
    "I want it! Shove your cock into my slit! Fuck me!"

    The man dips his hips, flexes his buttocks. His cock slides into
    her cunt, past the twisted band of the bikini panty. He gasps,
    arching his head, his hips dipping lower and lower, his buttocks
    flexing taut. Beneath him, Anuja arches and moans, her hips
    lurching upward. His cock disappears inexorably into her flesh.

    "C'mon ... do it! Fuck me hard!" she gasps, clenching his thick
    forearms, her legs splitting wider still.

    The man groans and begins to fuck her on the sand before the
    silent, gaping audience. His hips rise and fall in a steady,
    mesmerising cadence, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Anuja
    gasps and whimpers as his cock strokes smoothly in and out of her
    cunt. It feels wonderful in her slit, hot and thick and hard and
    long, and she has no need to fake her pleasure. Her body rocks and
    lurches under his thrusts, her hips heaving and rocking under his,
    her breasts wobbling and jiggling as he strokes powerfully and
    unhurriedly in and out of her slit.

    "Ohhh uhhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes ohhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes ...
    fuck me yes ... do it ... ohhh god yes uhhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhhh
    yes!" she gasps.

    "Take it! Take my cock, whore ... take it all ... oh fuck yeh ...
    oh yeh that's it ... take it ... ohhh uhhh ohhhh uhh ohhh uhhh
    ohhhh!" her lover responds.

    He swings his hips in tight circular motions as he drives into
    her, entering her cunt from all angles. Anuja hisses in pleasure,
    her head arching, her back bowing. Her face flips from side to
    side. She squeezes her breasts erotically, moaning obscene
    encouragement. The man moves faster, steadily gathering speed. She
    cries out sharply, moving in unison with him, hissing in joy.

    "Oh ... uhh ... ohh ...  uh ... ohhh ... uhhh ... oh uh oh uh oh
    uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ohhhh!" 

    Her cries are sharp and staccato as he moves faster and faster.
    His hips now snap sharply as he plunges into her and his buttocks
    flex and unflex rapidly, bobbing and bouncing over her heaving
    groin. Her body lurches and jerks and rocks under his thrusts, her
    swollen breasts jiggling and wobbling heavily. Her face contorts
    in an agony of joy, her mouth open, her eyes screwed shut, her
    head flipping from side to side. She squeezes her breasts eagerly,
    crying out loudly.


    The man gasps and grunts, his head bent, watching her face, his
    mouth hanging open, panting and groaning. His muscles cord and
    stand out in hard ridges. Sweat breaks out on their bodies. His
    cock pistons and plunges in and out of her slit.

    "Take it ... take it, whore ... take it ohhh uhhh yes uhh yes ohhh
    yes ohhh god yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes oh fuck

    Faster and faster he goes, his body rocking and bouncing furiously
    over hers, his hips slamming up and down, his cock plunging and
    pistoning and reaming and ramming feverishly in and out of her
    cunt. Her orgasm nears, grows, looms. He senses it and slows
    immediately to a long, skewering, spiralling, thrusting action.
    Anuja groans and arches in pleasure under him, gasping and panting
    deliriously. The man gasps as her hot, tight, sopping wet cunt
    convulses on his throbbing penis.

    Slowly, he draws out of her, making her moan loudly. He turns her
    over onto her front, facing the audience. Anuja whimpers, her hips
    writhing, and waits for him to fuck her again. Her swollen breasts
    are pendulous. Sand flecks her back and thighs and buttocks. The
    man kneels behind her and pulls off her panties. She kicks them
    aside. He squeezes his cock-head between her buttocks and smoothly
    feeds it into her cunt. Anuja hisses in pleasure, rocking forward
    on her hands and knees, her face rising, a vision of pure, naked,
    unfaked lust. Her mouth is open, her eyes hooded, and her tongue
    presses sexily to her upper lip. She turns her face over her
    shoulder to her lover as he flexes his buttocks and pushes his
    cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.

    "Ohhh yes ... ohh fuck yes ... that's it ... shove it in, lover
    ... shove it all in! Ohhhh yes!"

    The man bends over her and kisses her deeply, his hands under her
    breasts, squeezing them hard. Her buttocks writhe against his
    groin. He straightens and, holding her hips, begins to fuck her

    Anuja groans thickly, her face raised, her body jerking and
    lurching and rocking with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling, her
    gold necklace swinging back and forth. Her cunt is on fire and it
    convulses and spasms frantically on his pistoning penis. The man
    has hit a swift, hungry rhythm, jerking her body back and forth,
    dragging her cunt up and down the length of his shaft, groaning
    and gasping his pleasure. His thighs slap softly against her
    buttocks, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips. She is an
    exceptionally fine fuck, he thinks and groans aloud. Faster and
    faster he goes, building up speed again, his hips snapping back
    and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock glistening
    as it goes in and out, appearing and disappearing between the
    smooth curves of her buttocks. He stretches his hands forward and
    squeezes her breasts hungrily. His loins ache for release.

    "Fuck me ... yes ... ohh god yes ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me
    hard ... ohhhh yes ... ohhhhhh uhh ohhhhh uhh ohhhhh uhh oh uh oh
    uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHHH!" she cries.

    The man groans, on the verge of an orgasm. He flings his head back
    and gasps, taking several deep breaths, his fingertips in the
    small of her back, moving her back and forth to suit his pleasure.
    They form an erotic sight, the man with his superbly sculpted
    physique kneeling behind Anuja's luscious curved body, his hips
    swinging and snapping and rocking back and forth, her body
    lurching and jerking to and fro with his thrusts. 

    Several minutes later, they pause, both teetering on the brink of
    an orgasm. Anuja is panting with lust, hot and hungry as a vixen.
    The man turns on his back on the sand, his head to the audience
    and Anuja kneels between his legs and bends her face over his lap.
    Jerking his upright, sticky, rampant erection, she drags her
    tongue lasciviously up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue
    over the bulging cock-head, teething the stem. Bending her head,
    she starts sucking his cock, jerking it in her fist. Her head
    bucks and bobs over his lap, her face distended with the thickness
    of his penis. The man gasps and groans, holding her head and
    moving it up and down to suit his pleasure. She sucks harder and

    "Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... suck it ... c'mon, whore ... suck my
    prick ... oh fuck yes!" the man gasps.

    He pulls at her arms and she stops and rises, dragging her tongue
    up his hard body in an utterly wanton action. Higher and higher
    she goes and pauses to kiss him deeply, thrusting her tongue into
    his mouth. He squeezes her heavy breasts. She moves higher and
    feeds her breasts to his mouth. He sucks them one by one and then,
    squeezing them together, on both simultaneously. Anuja moans,
    arching her head. His hands are on her buttocks, probing her anus
    and slit. Her hips grind. She moves higher, straddling his face on
    her knees. With one hand, she claws her cunt-lips open and sinks
    her hips. The man grips her thighs and thrusts his tongue into her
    cunt. Anuja gasps, her head arching back, her face twisting with
    lust, her hands on her breasts, crushing and squeezing them in
    unfaked pleasure, moaning erotically.

    "Ohhh yes ... c'mon ... do it ... lick my slit, baby ... ohhh ...
    uhhh yes ... that's it ... ohhhh yes ... ohh that's good baby ...

    She looks devastatingly sexy, her hands on her breasts, her hips
    writhing and grinding on the man's face. He drives his tongue up
    deep into her slit and she gasps and arches her back, squeezing
    her breasts in a frenzy, pinching her nipples between her
    forefingers and thumbs. She hisses in pleasure, and rubs one hand
    over her breasts, the other sliding down her sucked-in belly,
    fingers splayed wide. 

    "Ohhhh ... yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasps. "Do it! Ohhh yes ... do
    it, baby ... lick my slit ... oh fuck yes ... ahhh yes ... there
    ... oh that's it ... ahhh yes there!"

    Her cunt is sopping wet, streaming with cunt-juice and she can
    barely contain herself. Whimpering, gasping, panting, her chest
    heaving, she slides off his face quickly and shuffles backward,
    astride his cock. She jerks it quickly in her fist. The man moans
    softly. She moves her cunt over and then, with a loud, shuddering
    cry, impales herself deeply on his shaft. He gasps and arches
    under her, thrusting his cock up into her cunt. She cries out, her
    head arching back, her mouth wide open, her back bowed. He
    squeezes her breasts and begins to buck under her.

    "Ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhhh!" she groans. "Ohh
    uhh ohhh uhhh OHHHHH!"

    "Yeh! C'mon! Take it! Oh fuck yes oh yes oh yes oh yes!" he goes.

    Kneeling over him on outstretched arms, Anuja rocks up and down on
    the man's cock. Her cunt slides up and down the length of his
    shaft. Her breasts bounce and jiggle. Her gold necklace tosses and
    flaps on her tawny flesh. She rears up, her hands on her breasts,
    grinding her hips round and round on his cock, flexing her
    buttocks sharply and repeatedly, squeezing his cock with her hot,
    tight cunt. The man gasps and thrusts and bucks feverishly under
    her. Faster and faster they go, their bodies writhing and bucking
    frantically. Bending over, she kisses him hungrily, thrusting her
    tongue into his mouth. He cranes his head and sucks her pendulous,
    swollen breasts. 

    Somehow, by unspoken accord, both manage to stave off their
    orgasms which thunder at their loins now. They slow their
    movements and she smiles down at her lover in pleasure.

    "Will you fuck my ass?" she murmurs. "I like being fucked in my

    He grins and nods. She smiles, her eyes glittering, oblivious now
    to everything but him, her audience forgotten. Slipping off his
    cock, she kneels on the sand again and bends low on her forearms,
    lifting her buttocks and hips high, her legs and buttocks spread
    to offer him her rear channel. The man grins at the sight of her
    temptingly taut anus. 

    "Hold it open for me," he commands 

    Anuja nods and obeys and bends further forward, her shoulders on
    the ground, her face turned to one side, her arms twisted behind
    her to pull her buttocks open and offer him her anus. The man
    moves back smoothly and, licking four fingers, moistens her anus.

    Anuja's hips squirm in wanton desire against his hand. The man
    chuckles and bends steeply forward and thrusts his face between
    her buttocks. Anuja moans softly as she feels his tongue ripple
    over her asshole. She loves being rimmed and he is very good. His
    tongue swirls over her anus, caressing the puckered flesh
    tenderly. Her buttocks and hips quiver and sway with excitement.
    Her anus is musky and heady and the man presses his tongue into
    the cleft, making her moan in lust.

    "Yes ... Ohhhhh god yes! Yes!" she gasps.

    His fingers press to her cunt and two slide into her flesh. Anuja
    groans, trembling with lust, her body aflame with desire. His
    fingers tease her gorged clitoris, his knuckles pressing and
    mashing it deftly while his tongue sweeps in dizzying circles over
    her anus.

    "Please ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she gasps.

    Laughing, the man rises to straddle her hips. He adjusts himself
    slightly, flexing the taut muscles in his legs. He leans over her
    on outstretched arms, his feet on the ground, his knees deeply
    bent and dips his hips. Anuja holds her buttocks open with the
    fingers of one hand and holding his slippery penis in her other,
    guides him to her anus.

    "There," she gasps, pressing his cock-head to her anus. "I want it

    Again the man's buttocks flex slowly and his hips dip. His
    cock-head squeezes into the young girl's asshole. Anuja's face
    twists in an erotic mixture of pain and shock and joy. Her mouth
    jerks open and she cries out thinly, her neck arching, her face
    pressed to the earth. Her hands remain behind her, one on his
    shaft, the other at her buttocks. The man waits, letting her catch
    her breath.

    "Come on, bitch," he rasps softly. "Come on ... take it!"

    Anuja moans softly and releases his penis and, gripping her
    buttocks, pulls them as far apart as she could. She yields slowly,
    her sphincter spasming, and the man gasps and slowly thrusts
    downward. Anuja's breath comes in short, sharp, ragged, moaning
    gasps as the huge penis bursts into her rear channel, surging
    inexorably inwards. Her sphincter convulses frantically on his
    penis, and the man's head arches back, suffused with pleasure.
    Under him, the young girl moans and writhes. Deeper and deeper his
    penis goes, till he has buried himself to the hilt in her anus.
    Her hand is pinned between his thighs and her buttocks.

    "Come on," she moans in a shaking voice. "Fuck my ass! Oh ma oh ma
    oh ma oh ma oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh yes do it!"

    They are like two inverted hairpins, one in the other. Anuja's
    buttocks and thighs form a great obtuse V under him. Her anus is
    completely and helplessly impaled by his swollen, massive shaft.
    She feels dizzy with the exquisite pain. Her pulse hammers, and
    her breath is ragged and her voice hoarse. Her breasts are hot and
    swollen. The man rears, taking his weight on his feet and squeezes
    her pendulous breasts. Anuja groans. He pinches her rigid nipples
    and she gasps thickly. The pain recedes, yielding to delirious joy
    and desire.

    Crushing her breasts in his hands, the man begins to move his
    hips, slowly fucking the young girl's ass. She gasps as he lifted
    his hips, drawing his cock out of her anus till only the cock-head
    is held within. Moaning, she digs her fingers into the cleft
    between her buttocks and pulls them wider.

    "Come on," she gasps. "Put it in again, quickly!"

    There is nothing fake about her lust. She wants it, and she wants
    it badly. The man smiles and thrusts smoothly into her anus again.
    Anuja gasps and now it is a call of pure pleasure.

    "Yes," she moans. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!
    Come on, do it ... fuck me like a whore!"

    The man bends forward again, leaning on his broad, thick forearms
    and, toying with her breasts, begins to fuck her ass smoothly and
    quickly. His buttocks flex and unflex powerfully, his hips rise
    and fall and his cock glistens as it goes in and out of her anus.
    Beneath him, Anuja moans and gasps, her body rocking and jerking
    back and forth and she wants it, too, and her motions reflect her

    Her face is twisted to one side and, crushing her swollen breasts
    in his hands, the man kisses her fiercely, forcing his tongue into
    her mouth. She sucks on his tongue, squirming her bottom against
    his hips, bucking her buttocks against his thighs in ardent
    desire. Her cries are lewd and obscene and, spurred by the erotic,
    throaty, love-calls, the man begins moving faster.

    Steadily, he gathers speed till he is ram-fucking her ass,
    plunging greedily and deeply into her anus, reaming and ramming
    his cock into her. Anuja cries out in a shrill tone, panting and
    gasping. He claws at her cunt-lips and she gasps as he slides
    three fingers into her cunt and begins masturbating her furiously.
    Instantly, her anus, separated from his fingers by the merest
    membrane of flesh, convulses frantically on his penis. He cries
    out in joy and thrusts hard into her. She orgasms violently,
    shuddering, gasping, mewing, keening and panting all at once. The
    man groans and thrusts his cock into her savagely, slamming his
    hips at her buttocks, burying his cock in her anus. Finally, he
    loses control. 

    Squeezing her breasts hard, he grinds into her anus again and
    again, his hips jerking at her buttocks. Jerking out of her at
    last, masturbating violently, he explodes, with a gasp of relief
    as the heat surges from his cock. Jizz spurts from his cock-head
    and spatters her buttocks and back and thighs, dribbles down the
    cleft between her buttocks, over her cunt-lips. She moans thickly.
    Gasping, the man squeezes his cock back into her anus and
    sodomises her again for a few minutes. Anuja groans, rocking and
    lurching under him. Satisfied at last, he slides out of her and
    sinks to his knees.

    Anuja remains bent over, moaning and gasping, her breath coming in
    ragged, heaving sobs. There is a long silence and then the
    audience bursts into thunderous applause. Cheers, claps, whistles,
    calls for more, encore, encore, brava, bravo, brava, way to go
    rent the air. 

    Slowly, Anuja lifts her head, rises to her knees. The audience has
    gone berserk, men and women on their feet, whistling and clapping,
    cheering. Vinay and Seema are beaming, applauding loudly. Anuja
    grins in delight. She looks over her shoulder. Her lover gets to
    his feet and walks up behind her. She smiles at him and, turning
    her face, kisses his cock, takes its tip in her mouth. While the
    cheering audience watches, she begins to suck his cock again. The
    applause becomes a rhythmic beat, in time to her incessant back
    and forth movements of her head. The man grins and fucks her mouth

    She keeps sucking him, moving her head faster and faster and the
    man groans thickly and lets himself go. Anuja senses his orgasm
    and, in the nick of time, jerking his cock, opens her mouth
    beneath its tip. Jizz shoots from his cock-head and into her open,
    hungry mouth, spatters her face and breasts as she jerks it,
    moaning thickly. The applause is deafening.

    The man grins and, holding out his hand, pulls her to her feet.
    She leans against him, an arm around his neck, his hands on her
    breasts. He nuzzles the nape of her neck, fondles her breasts,
    slides his hands down to her cunt, spreads her cunt-lips open for
    the audience to see. There is more cheering. Gradually, the
    applause dies. Seema steps closer. 

    "Thank you," she says. "That was absolutely wonderful."

    Osmond scurries forward, rubbing his hands gleefully. "That was
    bril," he says. "Very bril. I have never something so divine."

    Anuja smiles at Seema, ignoring Osmond. "I enjoyed it. Thank you
    for inviting me."

    The audience is dispersing, Anuja notices, people pairing off.
    Someone calls for Seema. She excuses herself and turns away. Anuja
    looks at her lover.

    "Thank you,"  she smiles, kissing him on the lips. "That was
    incredibly good fucking."

    "Thank you. You're fabulous."

    "What's your name?"


    "The god of love." She smiles. "I'm Anuja."

    "That's a pretty name. To suit a pretty face."

    Anuja grins. "You're sweet. So. What happens now?"

    Krishna laughs. "Everyone fucks everyone else, that's what. Look
    around. They're all over the place. Want to take a round?"


    He takes her hand and they stroll away, their clothes in their
    hands. Anuja sees that there are people fucking everywhere. Even
    Jayant and Baban and Tony have joined in. She sees Baban fucking a
    lovely looking young woman by the pool, bent over her on his knees
    and outstretched arms, his hips rocking furiously up and down, his
    cock plunging madly in and out of her cunt. The girl, no more than
    twenty, gasps and cries out, writhing and thrashing deliriously
    under him. In the garden, Tony is sodomising a curvaceous dark
    girl, slowly squeezing his cock in and out of her tight little
    ass. She gasps and cries out, her face contorted in a rictus of
    agonised lust. Tony buggers her slowly and heavily, pushing his
    heavy cock deep into her ass. Anuja smiles; she knows how good it

    There are people on the beach, in the pool, in the living rooms,
    in the restaurant and in the gardens, in the villas and guest
    suites, all fucking. Even the staff has joined in. Krishna smiles
    at her.

    "How about it? Want to join in?"

    "Oh yes, certainly. I'm feeling very horny."

    "Good. So am I."

    "I'll see you later, then, perhaps."

    "Yes. Again, thank you and goodbye."

    "Thank you, Krishna. It really was good."

    He smiles and turns away, heading for one of the guests, a tall,
    fair-skinned slender beauty. She smiles at him and Krishna
    swaggers up to her and grabs her. The girl laughs and says
    something and drops to her knees in front of him. Anuja turns

    Going up the path, she finds Jayant fucking a dusky young girl in
    her late teens behind a thick, flowering shrub. The girl is on her
    back and Jayant is bent over her, fucking her demonically with
    savage, plunging thrusts, his hips rocking furiously up and down,
    his buttocks flexing and unflexing feverishly. Beneath him, the
    pretty girl moans and cries out loudly, her body jerking and
    rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly. Anuja steps
    back without disturbing them.

    She gets herself laid in the dining room, bent over a dining
    table. A handsome young waiter drops his trousers and pushing her
    forward, squeezes his cock between her buttocks and into her cunt.
    Anuja moans softly, closing her eyes and enjoying the rhythmic
    sawing of the thick long cock in and out of her cunt. She comes in
    a few minutes and the man follows suit, driving deep into her and

    Anuja sighs and moves on. She finds another lover, a guest, and
    they go into one of the villas, where he fucks her on the bed,
    taking her on her back, pumping furiously in and out of her cunt
    till he is done. By the time she gets a third lover, another
    guest, Anuja is beginning to feel bored. She lies on the tiles by
    the swimming pool and lets him enjoy her till he is done. He
    thanks her and she gets up and goes into her villa, packs her bag.
    She is quite fed up. She collects her bag, straightens and turns
    and finds Krishna standing at the door, smiling at her.

    "Krishna. I thought you were having fun outside."

    "I was. Then I wasn't."

    She laughs. "Same here. Do you want to fuck?"

    "Only if you do. It's you I want to fuck." His voice is gentle and

    "Can you drive?"


    "My car's outside. Let's go home and fuck. Spend the night with

    Krishna smiles. "Dressed like this?"

    She grins. "Preferrably. But we can go by your place. Do you live

    "Not far."

    "Let's go then."

    "What about your servants? And the other guy?"

    "They'll manage. They can find their way home when they've had
    enough. No reason to spoil their fun."

    "Okay. Let's go."

    They walk out. Passing another villa, they look in through the big
    window. A couple is inside, a servant and one of the guests,
    fucking furiously. He is fucking her from behind, hammering his
    hips at her buttocks. The woman moans and cries out, lurching back
    and forth under his thrusts. Anuja grins and Krishna chuckles
    softly. They don't even look up. 

    Outside, she leads him to the car and gets in, fires the engine,
    and backs out smoothly. The car crunches down the drive and he
    pulls onto the road. A few minutes later, he draws up at a cluster
    of huts off the road, set by paddy fields. He pauses, his hand on
    the door.



    "Can I bring my brother along, too? He's very good."

    Anuja's teeth flash in the darkness. "Yes. I'd like that."

    Krishna smiles and disappears. He returns a few minutes later,
    dressed in jeans and a shirt with another young man, who looks
    very like him, also handsome and well built.

    "Anuja, this is my brother, Mohan."

    "Hi, Mohan. Come on, get in."

    The two men get into the car, Mohan at the back, and Krishna turns
    the car about and accelerates down the road. Anuja sighs and
    settles back in the seat. The lights cut a swathe through the



    "Tell me, does this kind of thing happen often?"

    "All the bloody time. Osmond loves arranging it. Good for

    "You don't seem to like it."

    "I don't. Not much. Oh, we enjoy the live-show fucking, I mean,
    Mohan and I. They always ask for us. But somehow, all that mad
    banging after doesn't do much for either of us."


    "How come?"

    "I usually find it sexy. Somehow, I didn't, tonight. Just ...
    boring, I guess. No soul. I mean, I loved the way you fucked me,
    but this business of going from one guy to the other and getting
    banged ... no finesse. No soul. Too mechanical."

    "You said it. Give me a slow, easy fuck any day."

    "Me, too," Mohan chuckles from the back seat. "Would you like to
    come up back?"

    Anuja grins and looks at Krishna. He laughs softly.

    "Go ahead. You can direct me when we get close."

    Anuja slips through the gap between the bucket seats and joins
    Mohan in the back. He is a handsome young man with a strong,
    muscular body. He smiles at her, puts his arm around her and pulls
    her to him, his lips meeting hers, his hand crawling up to open
    her shirt, sliding under it to her breasts. She caresses his cock,
    unzips his jeans. His cock is thick and long and, with a soft
    sigh, she bends her head to his lap and takes his penis in her

    It takes them forty-five minutes to reach her house. In that time,
    she sucks his cock and he finger-fucks her. Then they fuck, with
    her sitting on his lap, her back to him, her cunt impaled on his
    cock, his hands on her breasts, rocking slowly up and down. His
    penis is thick and long and she groans in pleasure as it tunnels
    deep into her flesh. She orgasms wildly and he groans and pulls
    her down onto his cock gasping in relief and making her moan as
    the heat spews from his cock-head and floods her slit.

    Back at her house, Anuja discovers how talented the two brothers
    are. They fuck her repeatedly, in turns and together, taking their
    time and possessing her utterly and completely, fucking her every
    orifice over and over again. When they fuck her in her cunt and
    ass together, Anuja is delirious with the joy and pleasure of it.
    Their huge penises saw in and out of her cunt and ass, the two
    orifices separated by the merest membrane of flesh, her body
    writhing and thrashing eagerly between theirs. They go on and on,
    swapping places again and again till she loses track of who is
    fucking her where; it no longer matters. At one point, she is
    astride Mohan, her cunt impaled on his cock while Krishna
    sodomises her slowly and heavily from behind, pushing his cock
    deep into her rear channel. Under her, Mohan grunts and arches up
    into her so that both cocks enter her simultaneously, slide out,
    go in again in an erotic cadence. Mohan squeezes her pendulous,
    aching breasts, crushing them in his hands. She gasps and cries
    out, turning her face and Krishna kisses her roughly, thrusting
    his tongue into her mouth.

    Changing position, Mohan turns her around with her back to him and
    makes her sit her ass on his cock. She cries out, her face
    contorting, forcing herself lower and lower on his cock.

    Groaning, her anus impaled by his penis, she spreads her legs and
    opens her cunt for his brother. Krishna chuckles and bends over
    her, squeezing his cock into her cunt. Anuja cries out, her face
    twisting and contorting, her head flopping back, her chest
    heaving, her breathing ragged, her mind numb, dizzy with lust and
    pleasure and joy. The huge penis sears into her cunt while the
    other fills her anus.

    The two men are relentless. They fuck her repeatedly and orgasm
    violently and often. Her body is sticky with sweat and their jizz
    in her mouth and on her breasts and in her cunt and ass and on her
    thighs and buttocks. They fall asleep finally early in the morning
    in a tangle of limbs. 

    She wakes late, squints at the clock. It is past eleven. The two
    brothers are gone. The door opens. Jayant comes in, grinning. She
    smiles at him.

    "Hi. How was it?"

    "You were incredible. The fucking was great."

    "Why did you disappear? Tony hates anyone touching his precious

    "I didn't want to be part of that orgy scene. Krishna drove. He
    drives well."

    "You want the money?" Jayant waves a wad of notes.

    "No. Keep it. Give it to Tony and Babs."

    "It's yours, babe. You earned it."

    "I don't want it. I don't need it. Split it. Keep what you like."

    "Love, you worked for it."

    "Yes, okay, and I don't want it. I don't want to fuck for money,
    after all. Not like that. One on one, as a whore, fine. But I want
    to fuck because I want to fuck not because some rich asshole wants
    to buy my fucking." She frowns. "And now, I think ... I want to
    fuck Baban and Tony. Together. Get them up. And then you."

    She flings back the covers. She is naked in bed. Jayant laughs
    and, ducking out of the door, calls for the servants. They hurry
    in and look pleased when Jayant splits the money between them.
    They go into the room and Anuja giggles, naked in bed.

    "Come on, get into bed, my heroes. Come and fuck me. I want it
    nice and hard. Come on."

    The servants grin and laugh and quickly shed their clothes. Anuja
    sighs in pleasure and, turning on her front, closes her eyes. A
    penis probes at her buttocks. She lifts them. Another one presses
    to her mouth and she opens it and begins to suck Tony's cock as
    Baban presses his penis to her cunt.

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