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Copyright 1996-97, 
Mary Jorsay Gandmar 

                         P E N T A P R I S M


                            Camera Candida

                         1 : Honeymoon Sweat

    Avinash and Anuja dined early and at leisure, taking their time
    over the fine meal. Anuja ate sparingly, ordering a clear soup and
    a small baked dish which she didn't finish. Avinash had arranged
    for Salman, the lifeguard, to call after dinner and she didn't
    want to be lethargic with a belly full of food. He was a sexy,
    exciting man and she expected to have plenty of good, hard sex
    with him.

    "Didn't you enjoy the meal?" Avinash asked, pointing his fork to
    her half-eaten serving.

    "It was very good. I just don't want to over-eat, that's all."



    "Here, I'll finish it."

    Anuja smiled gently as she watched him add her meal to his. He had
    worked his way steadily through a grilled steak and a mountain of
    vegetables and fries. 

    "Where on earth do you put all that food?" she murmured.

    He grinned. "I enjoy a good meal."

    She laughed prettily, her eyes dancing. Avinash cleared his plate
    and took a sip of his wine. Anuja sipped her club-soda and smiled
    at him over the rim of her glass.

    "Here's to us," she said softly.

    He arched an eyebrow. "To us? Very well, if you say so."

    "Any reason not to?"

    He tilted his head and looked at her with a bemused expression.
    "You know, I can't decide whether this is a game you're playing,
    or if you're just crazy."

    She smiled again. "It's not a game. I can't be unhappy for any
    length of time. It's not me."

    "I see. And this despite what you've gone through?"

    "And what is it I've gone through? On my honeymoon, I find my
    husband doesn't want to fuck me. He prefers to watch me fuck other
    men. All right. So be it. Fortunately, I enjoy fucking. It isn't
    all that bad."


    "No. Besides, I enjoy being fucked so much I wouldn't have been a
    faithful wife anyway. This is much better, in a sense."

    "That's pretty cold-blooded."

    "The situation demands it, don't you think?"

    "I agree. Dessert? Coffee?"

    "Coffee, please."

    Avinash summoned a waiter and ordered coffee, a cognac for
    himself, cheese and biscuits for both.

    "You actually look happy," he smiled.

    "I am. I like this hotel. I like the sex I've had today. I'll have
    more tonight and tomorrow. And the only price is that in public
    places I have to look happy. That's not a problem. We have a deal,

    Over coffee, the conversation moved to other topics. Anuja found
    him intelligent and well-informed; he thought her ideas were fresh
    and provocative. They finished the coffee and left the restaurant,
    his arm around her waist, very much the honeymooning couple, very
    much in love, the cynosure of all eyes. They walked slowly around
    the glittering pool and returned to their suite. He opened the
    door and followed her through. Inside, she turned and stopped him.
    Facing him, she slid her arms around his shoulders and lifted her
    face to his. Avinash tensed. Anuja smiled gently.

    "Don't worry. I'm not going to rape you. Or ask you to rape me."

    He relaxed visibly.

    She laughed. "All I'm saying, Avinash, is that one day, I will
    make you want me. I will make you want my body and my soul and my
    being. And then we'll fuck. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck till we
    can't fuck any more. One day."

    He looked at her quietly and she noticed that he didn't deny what
    she said. She smiled.

    "Till then, my husband, just this." And she kissed him gently on
    the lips.

    Avinash didn't respond. After a second, she let him go with a
    small laugh.

    "All right, take your time," she murmured. "Meanwhile, I'm going
    to get myself laid by a stud. Come and watch."

    She pranced off to the bedroom and he followed. She shook her
    head, turning, and shooed him out of the room. "Outside. In the
    hall. Rig up your cameras there. Not in here. We'll fuck outside.
    Oh, yes. Do you have a cod-piece? Something in black leather?"

    Avinash grinned. "What exactly are you looking for?"

    "Well, a sort of jock-strap thing in black leather, but with a
    sheath for his cock in front."

    "I have just the thing."

    "Good. Get it. We'll be using it. Now get out, I want to change."

    Avinash grinned and turned back to the living area. Humming to
    himself, he set up his cameras and lights, working steadily and
    methodically for over twenty minutes. He had just finished when
    there was a knock on the door. He answered it and let Salman in.
    The lifeguard was casually dressed in a singlet and shorts with
    comfortable beach sandals. He greeted Avinash warmly.

    "Hello, sir, nice to see you again."

    "Good to see you, too, Salman."

    "This one is special, eh? Not like last time."

    "No. Not like last time."

    On his previous visit, Avinash had brought Nimisha down to Goa
    while her husband was abroad on work. They had stayed for three
    days and he had some incredible footage of her in action.

    "Your wife, right?"

    "Yes. My wife. This is our honeymoon."

    Salman guffawed. "Nothing changes, does it?"

    Avinash laughed. "No. Actually, the more it changes, the more it
    remains the same."

    "Guess so. Okay, so where is she?"

    "Changing. It's going to be in here."

    "Nice. I see you've got your gear this time, too."

    "I never leave home without it."

    "I know. Anything in particular you want me to do to her?"

    Avinash shook his head. "No. Just enjoy yourself. Do what you

    "She likes butt-fucks?"

    "Loves them, apparently."

    "Good. She's got a very fuckable ass."

    "Fuck it, then, by all means."

    "I intend to, boss, don't worry. Just keep your cameras rolling."

    "Don't you worry about that. Oh, any yes. She wants you to wear

    Salman chuckled as he took the leather underpiece that Avinash
    handed him. "Horny chick."

    "Very horny. Very, very horny. And don't put it on just yet."

    The men turned and gasped.

    Anuja looked stunning.

    Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her bridal
    jewellery. Her long hair was braided and parted in the centre,
    held by a gold head-piece. Twin patterned gold strands with dainty
    tassels curved down along her hairline and disappeared behind her
    ears. A third strand swept up from the centre of her forehead and
    through the parting in her hair, meeting the others under her long
    braid. The three strands then twined with her thick plait. A
    *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with
    *kajal*. Gold earrings hung from her earlobes. Around her neck,
    she wore several gold necklaces of different lengths, ranging from
    a short loop that hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick
    strand that touched her belly below her navel. Her arms were bare,
    and she wore twin gold bands on either arm, the ends snaking
    upward in a little curve. Several gold bracelets and bands adorned
    her wrists. Her fingers were studded with gold and diamond
    finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of
    finger-rings linked together with gold strands that lay along the
    back of her wrists. Her toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets
    hung around her ankles. Around her bare midriff, there was a gold
    girdle, riding high on her hips and low under her belly and above
    her buttocks.

    The jewellery was the major part of her attire. Her breasts were
    covered with a thin, taut band of twisted cloth, wrapped around
    and tied behind her back, leaving her shoulders bare. The cloth
    was tight and translucent; her breasts strained at it, squeezed
    together in a deep and sexy cleavage, but clearly visible. Even
    the hard points of her nipples were discernible. Slung low under
    her belly, precariously close to her crotch, she wore *dhoti*
    pants of the finest, totally transparent pale chiffon. The pant
    legs had long slits from ankle to waistband on the outside. The
    inner legs were similarly cut up to the crotch, so that both her
    cunt and ass were easily accessible. The pants were wound so close
    down her legs that every line and curve was visible; even the dark
    delta of her cunt. A single strand descended from the middle of
    the girdle and disappeared down the line of her cunt-lips and rose
    between her buttocks to rejoin the girdle in her back.

    She stood framed in the door from the bedroom, her arms
    outstretched, her hands on the door frame at her shoulders, her
    ankles crossed. Her body was curved like an hourglass, curving
    from the succulent swell of her breasts to her narrow waist and
    flat belly and flaring to her rounded hips and buttocks.

    "My god," Avinash breathed, awed.

    Anuja smiled and walked across the room to them, sexy, earthy,
    irresistible. Her skin glowed; the delicate birth-marks on her
    face and neck, the inside of her left breast and on her midriff
    just above the girdle made her look even sexier.

    "You should get going," she murmured to Avinash as she turned to

    Avinash hurried to his equipment. Anuja smiled at Salman and took
    the leather cod-piece from him. 

    "You won't need this immediately. Use it later, when you fuck me."

    Salman stared at her breathlessly. He had never seen a woman so
    gorgeous, so utterly sexy. She was a fantasy come to life.

    Anuja looked at Salman, holding his eyes and felt the first
    frisson of excitement ripple through her body. The man was
    superbly built, very sexy. He was rugged and handsome, with
    clean-shaven, aquiline features. He had sharp, piercing, deep-set
    eyes, a knife-blade nose, slender lips that were almost cruel in
    their line, and a rock-hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin. His
    cheeks had sexy hollows in them and his hair was thick and cropped
    short. His body was superbly sculpted. The neck was strong and
    hard and descended to broad shoulders that bulged with muscle. His
    arms and legs were strong, rippling with thick, long, smoothly
    curved muscles. His torso was a savagely slashing V, tapering from
    his broad shoulders to a ballet dancer's high hips and narrow
    waist. The belly was flat as a washboard. His chest was deeply
    cleaved, with thick pectorals that hung like slabs of granite. His
    shorts were tight and she noticed again the thick, promising bulge
    in his crotch. The singlet he wore had a low neck and wide arm
    holes and Anuja noticed with a rush of pleasure that his body was
    glabrous and smooth, with even the armpits depilated. She didn't
    like hairy men. As she often said, who wants to fuck an ape?

    "Take off your vest," she murmured. "Slowly."

    Salman grinned and, crossing his arms, slowly lifted the singlet
    off his head. Anuja moistened her lips. He really was an immense
    turn-on. His nipples were small and hard and dark, pulled wide and
    low on either side of his chest. She smiled and slid her hands up
    his body gently, caressing the contours of his body with her
    fingertips, tilting her face to his. He bent his head and their
    lips met, fluttered, hesitated, then opened sensuously and she
    pressed to him, her jewelry cold and hard between their bodies,
    exciting rough on his dark skin. He cupped her face as he kissed
    her, their tongue fencing erotically. Her mouth was warm and soft
    and her tongue probed in his mouth. He slid his hands down to her
    shoulders and then lower, caressing her back, her hips, her
    buttocks, her thighs, rising with tantalising slowness to her
    breasts. Anuja murmured as he cupped her breasts. They swelled and
    grew harder and heavier and her nipples stiffened in the taut
    cloth band and he flicked the hard stubs through the cloth.

    Anuja's lips parted reluctantly from his. Her eyes were bright
    with desire, her mouth open, her breathing shallow and rapid, the
    nostrils flared. With a soft moan, she dragged her lips and tongue
    down his face and neck to his chest. Bending her head, she ran her
    tongue across his chest, lapping gently at the deep cleft in the
    centre, then gliding sensuously over the swell and down to one
    nipple, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Salman grunted.

    His nipple stiffened and she rapped it rapidly, then opened her
    mouth and clamped her lips around the nipple and dark aureole and
    nibbled sharply. Salman gasped. It felt wonderful. Her shapely
    fingers crawled across and she scraped his other nipple with her
    sharp fingernails. Salman quivered in pleasure. Her mouth was soft
    and moist and her tongue worked his nipple steadily while her
    teeth scraped across its hardness. She moved to the other slowly,
    then returned to the first, then the second. It was slow,
    exquisite, agonising. His cock quivered and began to swell. Her
    fingers crept down his belly and into his crotch and she squeezed
    the bulge of his penis through his shorts.

    Salman pushed her down gently and Anuja sank to her knees before
    him. He looked down at her, his eyes glittering with excitement,
    his muscles corded with tension and pleasure, breathing heavily.
    She smiled gently and, her eyes tilted up to watch his expression,
    opened her mouth and took the tip of his penis in her lips through
    his shorts. Salman moaned softly. He could feel the heat of her
    mouth, the muffled softness of her tongue. Reaching up, she drew
    down the zipper fly of his shorts slowly. His circumcised penis
    bounced out, already hardening and she moaned it pleasure. It was
    magnificent. Already over eight inches long, an inch and a half
    thick, it was growing still, hardening, rising, lengthening,
    thickening. The balls were low and heavy. The cock-shaft was
    shaved clean and smooth to the hilt. The circumcised cock-head
    bobbed against her face. Her breath was hot on his penis as she
    cradled it in her hands and caressed her face with it, running it
    sexily over her lips and cheeks and eyes. Slowly, she slid her
    tongue out and ran it over his cock-head. Salman gasped softly,
    his belly rippling inward.

    "Oh fuck yes!" he murmured. "C'mon! Suck it!"

    Anuja resisted the temptation for a few seconds, plying the
    bulging cock-head with her tongue. Salman held still, his pulse
    quickening, his breathing shorter and sharper. At last, her lips
    flowered and slipped around his cock-head and part of his shaft,
    enveloping his erection in her warm, moist, soft mouth.

    "Oh fuck yes!" Salman gasped, his head bent, his mouth open. "Oh
    fuck yes, c'mon, suck it! Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh ... fuck yes, that's
    it! Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... suck my dick, baby ... do it! Ohhhhh
    uhhhh yes!"

    His words of excitement and the tangy taste and musky odour of his
    penis aroused Anuja. She sucked his cock slowly and deeply and
    heavily, her head moving back and forth and from side to side. Her
    tongue continued describing wonderfully erotic arcs around his
    thick cock-head. His cock oozed pre-cum gunk and she groaned,
    jerking his shaft, opening her mouth wide to let him see it fleck
    her lips and cheeks, dribble onto her tongue. Her eyes lifted to
    watch him, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft
    to his heavy balls and, opening her mouth, let his testicles drop
    into it one by one, flicking them with her tongue, sucking
    tenderly. It was an exquisite feeling, having her soft face burrow
    between his thighs, her warm mouth teasing his balls.

    "Fuck yes!" Salman grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"

    Anuja smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head.
    She went higher, kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his
    hollow navel and caressed his cock with her necklaces. Salman
    groaned at the delicate rough rasp of the precious metal on his
    penis. She bent his cock down and squeezed it into her deep and
    inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and crushing them
    in a tight sheath over his cock. Slowly, she masturbated him with
    her breasts, her tongue and lips on his belly, her necklaces
    rasping over his cock-shaft. It was an extraordinary, erotic
    feeling and Salman's loins grew hot with lust. He pushed her head
    back down to his cock.

    "C'mon ... suck it hard, babe ... suck my dick real nice and

    Anuja groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now
    fully nine inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth.
    Salman gasped and began to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head
    and rocking it back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to
    and fro. His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in and out of
    her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips.
    His penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Anuja kept
    working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit
    in its tip with her tongue. Salman gasped his joy.

    "Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, baby
    ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes,
    that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"

    She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly
    back and forth between his thighs. The swimming pool lifeguard
    gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips
    rocking and jerking to and fro. The fires in his loins grew and
    spread, threatening to burst forth any minute. 

    Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured.
    "I like it when guys do that."

    For a second, Salman was tempted. Then he shook his head and
    pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and
    sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.

    "Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."

    He drew her to her feet and Anuja turned around, her back to him.
    He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the
    cloth band. It unravelled and he drew it off slowly, scraping it
    over her nipples. She shuddered and leaned back against him. He
    nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing
    and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly. She closed her eyes and
    leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning her face, she lapped
    gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and
    belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her
    buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his
    shorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and
    kicked them aside. 

    Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his
    tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding
    sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she
    caressed his penis tenderly. Salman twined his fingers in her gold
    necklaces and fondled her breasts. Anuja shivered as the hard
    metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between
    her buttocks.

    "Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Salman, fuck me."

    There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a
    square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her.
    Salman turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her
    hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the
    cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him
    wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.

    Salman smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. He slid his
    hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently. Anuja writhed in
    pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her
    gold necklaces between them. Gently, he caressed her belly and
    thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Salman dragged
    his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around
    her aureole. Anuja gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching
    his head. Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly
    with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip. Anuja
    writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his
    mouth and sucked it tenderly, scraping her nipple across his gums
    and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
    Anuja gasped and moaned, her hands under her breasts, lifting them
    for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue
    dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the
    other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped
    through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth,
    squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples
    simultaneously. Anuja cried out, arching and writhing on the glass
    table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her
    jewelry scraped across her aching nipples.

    "Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Salman yes oh god yes!" she gasped.

    Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower. His tongue
    rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved
    lower. With the long slits inside and outside her *dhoti* pants,
    her cunt was completely exposed. Salman quickened in excitement as
    he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the
    girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of
    her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her
    buttocks. It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Anuja's fingers
    rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him.
    That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her
    crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains,
    the rings twinkling on her fingers.

    Salman pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her
    cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and
    their musky odour inflamed his lust.

    Anuja gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her
    fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.

    "Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Salman, c'mon, do it!"

    Salman curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it
    into her wet slit. Anuja gasped and cried out, arching her back,
    her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them
    erotically. Her hips bucked and writhed under his face. Salman
    swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savouring her streaming
    cunt-juices. Anuja gasped and moaned her pleasure. He parted her
    cunt-lips wider and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her clitoris
    with his tongue rapidly. Anuja hissed in pleasure, arching
    steeply. Salman slowed and, using his tongue, pushed the gold
    chain deeper into her slit, scraping it delicately over her
    clitoris. Anuja cried out in pleasure, her hands mauling her
    swollen breasts, her head flung back, jerking erotically from side
    to side. The feeling was exquisite; his hot breath, his thick,
    heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Anuja's body
    flamed with desire.

    "Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh
    god oh god oh god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!"
    she cried, writhing and thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.

    Salman pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked
    them onto the armchair and sofa on either side of the
    coffee-table, her feet pressed to the padded armrests. Slowly,
    levering herself against the heavy seating, she lifted her hips
    higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Her
    buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the position, for
    she now had her hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the
    table. The gold chain was crushed between her buttocks. Quickly,
    she pushed her hands under her hips, supporting her weight, and
    relaxed her buttocks. They lobed open, unflexing slowly. Her cunt
    was on level with his face now. Salman chuckled and slowly ground
    a thick finger into her wet slit. Her cunt channel was hot and
    tight and, as it convulsed on his probing finger, she gasped
    loudly. Salman shoved his tongue back into her cunt, now
    finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously. 

    "Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma
    uhhh oh ma uhh oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Anuja

    Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes
    closed, her mouth open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips
    writhed and swayed and undulated in the upthrust position. Her
    breasts wobbled and shook sexily with her movements. Salman ran
    his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, flicked her
    clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and that
    inside her frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch
    and volume. She soared up to the brink of a violent orgasm,
    gasping and crying out. 

    Timing it to perfection, Salman stopped, sliding his finger out of
    her slit, lifting his head. Anuja gasped in dismay and shock,
    moaning angrily.

    "For god's sake, Salman! Don't stop! Not now!"

    He chuckled and rose, denying her. Anuja moaned, her body sinking
    back onto the glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt
    feverishly. Quickly, Salman turned and straddled her face. She
    groaned, opening her mouth gratefully, and took his cock deep into
    her mouth. Salman grunted in pleasure and, bending over her body,
    pushed his face into her crotch again. Her breasts were hot and
    fleshy against his thighs; her jewelry rasped sexily between their
    bodies. Anuja groaned deep in her cock-filled throat as he lapped
    gently at her flowing cunt-juices again. She sucked his cock
    slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down over
    her face. His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her
    luscious lips. Her teeth scraped delicately over his shaft. He
    flicked her clitoris delicately with his tongue and fingertip. She
    groaned, her hips writhing under his face, and ran her tongue
    around his cock-head, sucking it insistently, scraping her teeth
    along the hard shaft. They writhed together on the coffee-table,
    devouring each other, prolonging the pleasure. 

    When he stopped again, Anuja felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust
    and desire. Salman rolled smoothly off her body and quickly
    returned to the other end of the table, kneeling between her
    spread thighs. Anuja moaned softly, her bejeweled fingers pulling
    her cunt-lips open, moving the gold chain aside.

    "C'mon ... shove it in, Salman ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard,
    lover! I want your cock in my cunt!"

    Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him
    intensely. His eyes lingered on her spreadeagled body, wantonly
    offered for his pleasure. Her chest heaved with excitement. Her
    breasts were squeezed between her outstretched arms, luscious and
    tempting. Her jeweled fingers clawed her cunt-lips open, revealing
    the moist flesh within. Her legs were stretched apart in a wide V,
    her feet still on the chair and sofa on either side of the

    Salman's pulse raced with pleasure. He prised her cunt-lips open
    with his thumbs and pressed his cock-head to her slit. Anuja bit
    her lower lip in tension; she could feel the searing heat of his
    cock at her cunt. She fondled his shaft and cock-head lovingly.

    "C'mon," she muttered. "Do it! Fuck me, lover!"

    Salman took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks slowly, slid
    his hips forward. His huge penis surged into her cunt, stretching
    her cunt-lips wide open. He gasped loudly as he entered her hot,
    wet, tight fissure. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his
    penetrating cock. The breath hissed from her throat. Her mouth
    tore open. Her body bowed, and her head arched back. Her hands
    flew to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them hard, her fingers
    pinching her nipples. His cock was magnificent, rock-hard,
    enormously thick and long; it went in and in and in, piercing her
    cunt deeply, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt.

    "OHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Ohhhh god yes, Salman, yes!
    Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Do it! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my cunt! C'mon Ohhhhhh
    yes! That's it! Oh ma uhhhh yes! Oh yes!"

    "C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" he gasped.

    He began fucking her heavily and deeply and slowly, his head
    arched back, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking
    back and forth, sliding to and fro in a deep, piercing,
    mesmerisingly steady rhythm. His cock ground in and out of her
    cunt, sliding outward, then grinding deep into her cunt again.
    Anuja gasped and moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her
    hands on her breasts, her hips writhing and heaving. Salman
    gripped her thighs, lifting them higher and wider as he pushed his
    cock in as deep as he could.

    Her cunt was incredible: Hot, tight, wet, it convulsed and
    contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis, seeming to draw him
    deeper and deeper into its vortex. The gold chain rasped against
    his thick, rough-skinned cock-shaft as it stroked in and out of
    her slit. Gasping and grunting, the lifeguard began moving faster.
    His hips swung back and forth in longer, deeper, quicker strokes,
    and his cock pistoned smoothly in and out of her cunt. Anuja
    moaned and writhed, her body lurching and rocking under his
    thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing heavily. 

    "Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhhh uhh *hanh* yes oh yes oh
    god yes Salman yes oh god Salman! Ohhh uhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh SUHHHHL-MA
    ... uhhhh AHHHHHHHHHN uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!"

    "Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah oh yeh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh ohhhh!"
    he cried, panting heavily, rocking his hips back and forth faster
    and faster.

    Now he put his hands on the base of her belly, pulling her
    cunt-lips wide open and, gritting his teeth, grimacing, biting his
    lower lip in tension as the heat built and surged and spread in
    his loins, he began ramming and reaming greedily into her cunt.
    Each thrust drew a broken, shuddering gasp from her throat.
    Anuja's body whipped and writhed on the table, her jewelry
    tinkling, the metal glinting and winking, slithering this way and
    that on her tawny skin. Hissing in pleasure, he slowed again, now
    swirling his hips as he thrust into her so that his cunt entered
    her from all angles.

    "OHH uhhh OHHH!" she gasped deliriously, her head flipping from
    side to side. "Oh fuck yes! Oh baby yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard,
    Salman! Oh god yes!"

    "Ahhhh uhhh Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes!" he moaned.

    "The sheath," she gasped, sensing the imminence of his orgasm.
    "Put it on! Quickly!"

    With a shuddering groan, slid out of her cunt. She gasped at the
    sudden release in pressure. He grabbed the black leather cod-piece
    and struggled into it. A thick black strap circled his lean hips
    and narrow waist. Twin thongs descended from the girdle and
    supported a black latex sheath for his cock. He slid his penis
    into it. It was a snug, perfect fit. His cock-head popped out of
    the aperture in the tip. The shaft length of the sheath had short
    flexible spikes, thick round studs and knobs and a cleverly
    designed free-form lattice of intersecting ribs that were thick
    and long. Putting it on, he felt his erection harden and,
    simultaneously, the ebbing of his orgasm. He grinned in delight. 

    Craning her head, Anuja stared at his armoured penis and moaned

    "God, I want that in my cunt!" she muttered. "C'mon, Salman, fuck

    Grinning, Salman bent over her between her spread thighs and
    gripped the sides of the table, his knees deeply bent. His
    cock-head probed at her cunt. She guided his penis to her orifice.
    He grunted and, flexing his buttocks slowly, ground down deep into
    her flesh, driving inexorably inwards.

    The breath rattled from her throat. Her mouth opened in a
    soundless gasp, her head arching back, her back bowing steeply.
    The spikes bent as they pierced through her cunt-lips, scraping
    delightfully through her quivering cunt-flesh. The hard knobs and
    studs and ribs mashed her gorged clitoris. The pleasure was
    intense, unbearable. Her hips jerked and lurched up to his and she
    dug her fingers into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. He
    winced as her fingernails broke his skin and pushed deeper still.

    "OHHHHHUHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and
    ragged, her chest heaving, her face a vision of lust. "Oh ma
    uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!"

    Her cunt convulsed on his penis. Salman gasped: He could feel the
    heat of her cunt through the fine latex sheath. He bent deeply
    forward, his powerful deltoid muscles rippling, his arms bending,
    his biceps and triceps flexed taut, and kissed her hungrily,
    thrusting his tongue into his mouth. His buttocks were flexed
    taut, his hips pressed down between her thighs, his cock embedded
    in her flesh. Anuja moaned and sucked eagerly on his tongue, her
    fingers caressing his hard body.

    "You're incredible," he murmured, kissing her eyes tenderly.

    "So are you," she smiled, tonguing his ear, her hips squirming
    beneath his. "Come on ... now fuck me!"

    Salman eased the strenuous position by spreading his legs and
    dropping his hands to the floor. Now his body was angled over
    hers, balanced on the balls of his feet and his hands, his arms
    outstretched. Anuja craned her head and sucked on one nipple,
    running her tongue lasciviously over the hard stub. Salman began
    to fuck her slowly and heavily, in total control. His lifted his
    hips, unflexing his buttocks, drawing his cock outward. She
    groaned and her head flopped back, her face arching, soft and
    lovely with pleasure. He paused and then slowly ground down deep
    into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed on his penis. She gasped,
    arching her hips greedily to his, her hands clenching his thickly
    padded shoulder muscles, sliding down his bulging biceps to his

    "Mm ... ohhhhh yes!" she gasped, as the sheathed cock crushed into
    her flesh again, the spikes and knobs and studs on the surface
    mashing her gorged clitoris. "Ohhhh yes, baby yes! Fuck me!"

    Buried deep in her cunt, Salman paused, his buttocks flexed taut,
    and swung his hips in slow, smooth arcs. Beneath him, Anuja hissed
    in pleasure, her mouth opening wide, her tongue swivelling across
    her upper lip.

    "Ohhh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god that's so good yes!"

    He slid out, paused, ground down and into her; paused, swirled his
    hips, paused, slid out ... Anuja was ecstatic. The pleasure was
    keen and sharp, delicately balanced so that she was just out of
    reach of her orgasm. The man was a masterful lover. He maintained
    the complex rhythm, fucking her entirely for her pleasure,
    prolonging the agonising joy, keeping her maddeningly close to the
    final release. He grinned down at her, enjoying the spasms of
    pleasure on her face and, bending, lapped gently at one upthrust
    breast, then the other, sucking tenderly on the luscious mounds.
    Anuja gasped and moaned, kissing him feverishly, tonguing his ear.

    "Please," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore, Salman!
    Do it!"

    He relented and steadied his rhythm to a straight up-and-down,
    in-and-out motion, his powerful muscles rippling smoothly, taking
    the strain without effort.  His taut buttocks flexed and unflexed,
    and his hips swung rhythmically up and down. His immense erection,
    in its black leather jacket drove steadily in and out of her wet
    cunt, appearing and disappearing between her unfurled cunt-lips.
    Her pubic hair was wet and sticky with her flowing cunt-juices.
    She moaned and cried out, her body jerking and lurching under his
    thrusts, her hips rocking and writhing and heaving, her swollen
    breasts jiggling and bouncing, her jewelry slithering on her tawny
    skin. Her head rolled from side to side. She began to sweat: Beads
    of perspiration dotted her upper lip and brow; strands of hair
    clung damply to the nape of her neck; a thin rivulet of sweat
    coursed between her breasts; another trickled down her belly and
    met her flowing cunt-juices in a mucilaginous confluence.

    He began to move faster and she gasped and cried out, lurching and
    jerking in a frenzy under him. He was utterly relentless and kept
    moving, his body rocking and jerking up and down, his hips
    swinging back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his
    cock grinding in and out of her slit. He, too, was perspiring now,
    and their bodies squelched and slapped wetly together.  

    "Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohhhh uhhh
    ohhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh
    ma ohhhhhuhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.

    "Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah yes ah yes oh
    yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohfuckOHHHHH!" he
    cried, his head arching back. 

    He drove into her and paused, buried deep in her slit. She gasped,
    perplexed, her body writhing under his, taken unawares by the
    sudden change in tempo. Suddenly and without warning, he lifted
    his hips high and then rammed hard into her cunt and began fucking
    her furiously. His hips rocked savagely up and down, snapping from
    the waist, his buttocks opening and closing alternately in a
    feverish rhythm, his cock plunging and pistoning and ramming and
    reaming frantically in and out of her cunt. 


    Anuja cried out thinly, her body rocking and jerking violently
    under him, her hips bucking and heaving, crashing against his
    loins, her cunt convulsing and spasming uncontrollably on his
    throbbing penis. Her orgasm loomed, getting closer and closer and
    then she exploded, her back bowing and arching, sweat splintering
    off their rocking bodies, her breasts thrust up, her mouth torn
    open in a loud cry,  her face contorted in a savage rictus of
    lust, her hips jerked up to his, her cunt convulsing frantically
    on his penis. Salman gasped and rammed his cock into her
    repeatedly. Each thrust made her choke and gasp and cry out, sent
    her body jerking and lurching, rolling her up on the small of her
    back, drawing out the orgasm. He kept moving, ramming wildly into
    her, till he felt her orgasm recede, the convulsions of her cunt
    diminishing in intensity and frequency. Gradually, he slowed,
    fucking her gently with long, smooth thrusts that drew small,
    broken moans of pure pleasure. Finally, he eased himself deep into
    her and held still. She groaned and, opening her eyes, her chest
    heaving, smiled up at him.

    "That was incredible," she gasped softly. "Fuck me again."

    "I intend to," he murmured. "No chance of stopping now!"

    Whimpering, she moved her legs off the chair and sofa. Her thighs
    trembled from the strain of keeping the position for so long. He
    slid slowly out of her flesh and she gasped. He rose to his feet,
    staggering slightly as his muscles cramped slightly when he eased
    the tension in them. He held his hand out and helped her up. She
    staggered slightly as she came into his arms. He held her close,
    his thick, sheathed cock pressing between their bodies and kissed
    her deeply.

    "I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you," he grunted.

    "Fuck me as long as you can," she whispered, bending and licking
    his nipple, her fingers fondling his balls and cock. "I want you."

    They turned and now he went down on his back on the table. The
    glass was moist with her sweat. He lay with his hips at the edge,
    his feet on the floor, his penis thrust proudly upward. Anuja
    moaned and, dropping to her knees, caressed his cock wantonly,
    jerking the sheathed shaft in her fingers. Bending her head, she
    licked and sucked the protruding cock-head. Salman groaned; it
    felt wonderful. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked on his
    cock-head gently, running her tongue cunningly around the gorged,
    thick, slimy knob. Lifting her eyes, watching his face, opening
    her mouth wide, she licked his cock-head lasciviously, lapping
    delicately at the beads of pre-cum gunk that oozed from the long
    slit in the tip. 

    "Oh fuck yes!" Salman groaned, his head bent, watching her, as
    aroused by the sight of her sucking his cock as the actual
    fellatio. "C'mon! Suck it!"

    Anuja smiled, her jeweled fingers twinkling on his cock-shaft. She
    licked the sheath wantonly, then sucked his cock-head again till
    he stopped her.

    She rose to her feet, gorgeous, alluring, her body glistening with
    sweat, glittering with the jewellery, gobs of pre-cum gunk on her
    face and breasts. She straddled his hips, her feet on the floor,
    legs astride the table over his groin. The long slits on the
    inside legs of her transparent *dhoti* pants parted, exposing her
    naked, wet cunt and buttocks. The gold chain from her girdle
    nestled in her slit. She took his cock in one hand, pulled the
    gold chain slightly to one side and slowly lowered her cunt to his
    cock. Her cunt-lips brushed his cock-head. She moved his cock back
    and forth and round and round gently, smiling wantonly down at hi,
    her eyes glittering as she stimulated her clitoris and slit with
    his frenum and glans. He could feel the wet heat of her cunt on
    his cock-head.

    "C'mon! Sit on my dick!" he grunted.

    Anuja hissed in pleasure, bit her lower lip. Slowly, she eased her
    cunt down onto his cock. The thick cock-head popped into her cunt
    and she gasped softly, gritting her teeth, sucking in her breath,
    arching her head. Her mouth opened, and her tongue ran sensuously
    across her upper lip. Holding his shaft in one hand, keeping the
    gold chain lifted clear with the other, she began to swirl her
    hips in slow, wide arcs, snapping them sharply as she brought them
    around. His cock-head churned her molten cunt-flesh, mashing her
    quivering clitoris.  

    "Oh baby yes!" she gasped, chewing her lower lip again. 

    Her hands slid away from his cock and the gold chain and moved
    erotically up her body, caressing her crotch, then her belly,
    rising under her necklaces to her breasts, lifting and squeezing
    them in her excitement. Her head turned to one side, a mask of
    pleasure. Salman watched her, transfixed. She was the sexiest
    woman he had ever fucked. She hissed in pleasure, and her hands
    moved higher, over her neck and face and then she lifted her arms
    high, her hands linked behind her head and tilted her face up. Her
    legs spread wide, her knees deeply bent, she ground her hips round
    and round, moving faster and faster, gasping and moaning, her
    elbows pushed up and out. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled as she
    moved and he slid his hands up her body and squeezed them, making
    her groan loudly. Again and again her wicked tongue arched over
    her upper lip in a curiously wanton action that aroused him
    intensely. Now she slid her hands down to her buttocks and under
    them, pulling the curved lobes open, her fingertips reached
    beneath for his shaft, teasing it gently. 

    "Ohhh yes, baby ... ohhh that's so good, lover! Fuck ... yes ...
    oh fuck yes! That's it ... mm, c'mon ... squeeze my tits, Salman!
    Squeeze them hard! Ohhh yes ... that's it!"

    Biting her lower lip, she leaned forward from the waist, her hands
    on the insides of her thighs and, gradually, began lowering her
    cunt onto the sheathed cock. She gasped and winced as the first
    spikes and knobs bit into her cunt-flesh. Slowing, she moaned, her
    nostrils flared, her eyes bright and sharp with lust.

    "Slowly," she gasped. "I want to feel every inch of it going in
    ... mm, yes ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... oh god that's so good
    ... fuck, your cock's so big!"

    Salman fought to contain himself as her taut, fiery cunt slid down
    on his armoured penis, engulfing him in her volcanic flesh. Lower
    and lower her cunt sank, taking his cock deeper and deeper into
    her flesh. She gasped and moaned and groaned loud obscenities as
    the hard spikes and thick knobs and ribbed ridges crushed her wet
    cunt-flesh. The gold chain down her crotch glittered against the
    villainous black of his cock-sheath, an intensely sexy sight set
    against the wet black curls of her pubic hair and the soft
    brightness of her cunt-flesh. At last she had him entirely inside
    her, her buttocks on his thighs, his balls pressed to her
    cunt-lips. She whimpered and rocked forward, her hands on his deep
    chest. Her head tilted to one side, she looked at him with
    glittering eyes.

    "Fuck me slowly," she whispered, and bending over, kissed him
    lasciviously, slipping her tongue erotically in and out of his
    mouth, tonguing his nipples.

    He squeezed her breasts and slid his hands up and down her
    sweating back, fingering her anus. He had no doubt that she would
    like being fucked in the ass, and he intended to do it. As she
    rose, he squeezed her breasts together and sucked on them
    simultaneously, whipping her rigid nipples with his tongue,
    scraping his teeth over the hard points. Anuja shuddered, gasping
    in joy. Her necklaces rasped between their bodies. Their hips
    ground together, undulating and rocking and swaying. Anuja arched
    her head and gasped. Her face was suffused with pleasure: Her eyes
    were half-closed, her mouth open in an erotic O, her nostrils
    flared. The little nose-stud winked in her left nostril.

    "Oh god yes ... ohhhhhh uhhh yes!" she moaned.

    Slowly, she straightened above him, gasping and panting heavily.
    The thick, armour-clad cock ground in her sodden, steaming cunt.
    With a deep shudder, she began to move slowly, lifting her hips,
    sliding her cunt up the length of his reinforced erection. As the
    hard knobs and spikes scraped out of her flesh, she gasped
    thickly, chewing her lower lip in tension. Higher and higher she
    lifted her cunt, till the sheath was out of her flesh and only the
    cock-head was between her cunt-lips. Then, with a sobbing gasp,
    she sank her hips again, her buttocks unflexing. Simultaneously,
    Salman arched his hips in unison, to meet hers in descent. The
    thick penis rasped into her flesh again and her mouth tore open
    and her face contorted in a rictus of lust as the sharp spikes and
    thick studs pierced her flesh.

    "Oh ma uhhhhhhh yes!" she gasped in delight, her hands on her
    breasts, squeezing and crushing them in wanton excitement. "Oh god

    Again she lifted her hips and again they sank. Salman controlled
    himself and moved with her. Up and down she went, her cunt rising
    and falling slowly along the length of his shaft. Gradually, they
    hit a rhythm, their hips and loins bucking together. Her face
    contorted in pleasure and joy as his sheathed cock ran in and out
    of her cunt.

    "Oh yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhuhhhh yes!"

    "C'mon! Take it! Yeh, take it, bitch! Take it!" he gasped.

    Her hands on his chest, Anuja rocked and lurched his hips, her
    cunt running up and down the length of his armoured cock. Her
    buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically. Her belly sucked in
    with tension. Her hips gyrated and ground around as she moved,
    mashing her cunt-flesh with his penis. Her shoulders were hunched
    with deep, sexy hollows in the shoulder-bones. Her face was tilted
    up, her neck craned, her face a suffusion of joy. Her mouth was
    open in a wide 'O', her white teeth glistening, her nostrils were
    flared and her eyes were half-closed and glassy. Up and down she
    moved, faster and faster, her buttocks bouncing off his thighs.
    Her breasts jumped and bounced with her movements and her thick,
    heavy jewellery tossed and slapped on her tawny skin, tinkling
    loudly. Salman pumped his hips up and down beneath her, his hands
    under her thighs.

    "Ohhhhhhhhh yes! Ohhh yes ohh yes oh yes oh yes ohh uhhh oh uh oh
    uh oh uh oh uh ohhhhhhh!" she gasped.

    "C'mon uhhhh yeh c'mon take it oh fuck yes take it ohhhhhhhhhhh
    yes!" he grunted, his face flushed with excitement and tension.
    "C'mon, whore, c'mon!"

    Faster and faster they moved, their gasps and cries loud and
    rising. Anuja's body bucked and tossed and bounced feverishly on
    his pumping hips, her cunt grinding up and down the length of his
    enormous, latex-clad erection. Hissing in pleasure, she jammed her
    cunt down onto his cock, feeling the spikes and studs bite into
    her flesh and, leaning forward, her head arched, her breasts
    pendulous over his face, snapped her buttocks together rapidly,
    squeezing his cock in her cunt. Salman gasped and crushed her
    breasts in his hands, scraping the hard metal of her necklaces
    over her rigid nipples, making her shudder in joy. Up and down she
    moved again, straightening her back, her head tilted up, her hands
    on her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. He thumbed
    her clitoris and she groaned and gasped loudly.

    Teetering on the brink of a violent orgasm, she paused and slipped
    off his cock. Looking down at him, she thought she had seldom seen
    a sexier sight than the black leather-clad cock with its thick
    leather girdle. Bending, she sucked his cock again hungrily,
    taking his cock-head in her mouth. He groaned and pushed her head

    Anuja staggered back onto the coffee-table, bent on her forearms
    and knees like a rutting bitch, with her knees at the edge, her
    buttocks thrust up high. Her swollen breasts were pendulous and
    her necklaces swayed. Salman stood behind her and, pushing her
    buttocks open, eased his swollen penis into her cunt. Anuja cried
    out, her mouth opening in a wide 'O', her eyes fluttering shut as
    the huge cock surged into her flesh. 

    "OHHHHHHHH yes! Ohh ma yes, Salman, yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me
    hard! Ohhhh yes! That's it! C'mon! Do it!"

    Salman gripped her hips and, gasping, arching his handsome head,
    flexed his buttocks and swung his hips forward, driving his cock
    into her hot cunt. She lurched under his thrust and cried out as
    the big penis bit into her cunt-flesh.

    "OHHHHHH ma uhh *hanh* uhhhh ohhh uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.

    "Ahhhhhhhh uhhh yeh! Ffff YEH! Ohh fuck yes!" he gasped.

    Her body lurched forward, her breasts swinging, her necklaces
    dancing. Her buttocks writhed against his thighs. He groaned and
    began to fuck her with long, swift, punishing thrusts, plunging
    deeply and smoothly into her cunt, his hips rocking seamlessly
    back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his armoured
    cock glistening black as it stroked in and out of her flesh. She
    rocked and swayed under him, her head tilted up, her eyes closed,
    her face a vision of lust. She moaned and cried out incessantly,
    pushing her cunt back and forth along the length of his penis. Her
    breasts wobbled and jiggled. He went faster, his thighs slapping
    loudly at her buttocks, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips as he
    drove deep into her cunt and drew a shuddering, sobbing, gasping

    Salman tired of the sheath. He wanted to feel her cunt heat and
    wetness on his flesh. He paused, slid out of her, ripped off the
    sheath and quickly ground into her flesh again with a groan of
    pleasure. Anuja's face creased in delight. The sudden change from
    the hard sharpness of the sheath to the hot thickness of his
    smoothly shorn shaft was delightful. 

    "C'mon, Salman ... fuck me hard ... fuck me as hard as you can!"
    she murmured, turning her face over her shoulder.

    He slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts and kissed her
    deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed against
    him, sucking erotically on his tongue. He straightened and,
    grunting, began to fuck her rapidly and hard, rocking his hips
    swiftly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his
    cock plunging and pistoning and reaming and ramming in and out of
    her cunt. She cried out, in sharp, staccato Ohs and Ahs and Uhs
    and Oh mas, her body rocking and jerking and snapping under his.
    Gritting her teeth, she hissed in pleasure, panting heavily,
    rocking her body back and forth on his penis. Her necklaces
    dragged along the glass surface, crinkling prettily. She turned
    her face over her shoulder, running her tongue over her upper lip
    and moaned loudly.

    "Ohhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes, Salman, yes ... c'mon ... fuck me, baby
    ... fuck me harder! Ohhhh uhhh yeh! That's it ... c'mon, do it!"

    He moved faster, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her
    hips, rocking his hips rapidly back and forth, his buttocks
    flexing and unflexing, driving his cock in and out of her cunt.
    His hips snapped sharply as he plunged and pistoned and rammed
    into her flesh, his thighs whacking her buttocks and thighs, his
    balls slapping at her cunt-lips. 

    "Yeh c'mon! Yeh c'mon! Yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh c'mon bitch take
    it! Oh fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes oh uh yeh uh yeh uh yeh uh
    that's it c'mon whore take it c'mon you fucking bitch take my dick
    oh fuck oh fuck oh uh oh uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhhhhh!" he
    rasped erotically.

    "Salman," she moaned, between her gasps. "Salman ... please ...
    fuck ... fuck my ass ... butt-fuck me! Quickly! Fuck it hard!"

    It was an offer he could not possibly refuse. He slid quickly out
    of her cunt and, pushed her buttocks apart with his hands. Her
    puckered anus winked temptingly at him. Salman throbbed with
    pleasure. He pushed his cock-head to her asshole. She tensed
    fractionally, her fingers tightening on the leading edge of the
    table. He paused and she relaxed with a soft moan. Her sphincter
    loosened. Instantly, Salman dug his fingers into the soft flesh of
    her buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, slid his hips forward. His
    cock-head popped through into her tight rear channel. 

    uhhhh OHHHHHH!" Anuja cried out thinly, her face twisting and
    contorting in a savage grimace of lust.

    Salman gasped as her asshole convulsed and contracted fiercely on
    his throbbing penis. Her buttocks trembled and her hips swayed. He
    groaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into her anus, flexing
    his buttocks gradually. In and in his cock went, burrowing and
    tunnelling into her tight rear orifice. Anuja gasped and moaned,
    her breath coming in shuddering, heaving sobs. His cock was
    incredibly hot and thick and long. It seared her asshole. The
    sensation was exquisite, and the deep throb in her anus aroused
    her to fever pitch.

    Salman began to sodomise her slowly and deeply. Gripping her
    buttocks, he moved his hips slowly back and forth, flexing and
    unflexing his firm buttocks, pushing his cock in and out of her
    asshole. Anuja gasped and whimpered, her chest heaving, her head
    hanging between her arms, her shoulders hunched. Her breasts
    jiggled and swung with his thrusts. She groaned, forcing her anus
    back onto his long, thick penis. Her gold necklaces dragged and
    scraped noisily along the glass surface of the table top. Salman
    gasped, his belly sucked inward, his head flung back, his mouth
    open, his muscles rippling and cording with tension.

    He was nearing the end now. The fires in his loins raged out of
    control, consuming his loins. Her anus was hot and tight and it
    contracted and spasmed on his penis with a feverish, undeniable
    hunger. He kept moving relentlessly.

    "C'mon! Take it ... ohhhh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... oh fuck
    that's so good ... c'mon whore ... take my cock ... ohhhhhh uhhh
    ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhhhhhh uhh ohhhhhhh uhhh yes!" he gasped.

    "Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... ohhh uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh oh ma
    uhhh ohhh uhh ohhh!" she whimpered, her voice heavy and hoarse,
    her breathing ragged.

    He felt her orgasm violently, her body shuddering and stiffening
    and her anus convulsed frenetically on his penis. Anuja's head
    swam with pleasure. This was her third major orgasm and she had
    countless smaller ones in between. It was too much for Salman to
    bear. With a shuddering gasp, he pulled out of her and masturbated
    violently for a few seconds. Then he groaned in relief as the heat
    broke from its confines and spewed from the slit in his cock-head.
    Anuja gasped in pleasure as she felt the hot splash of his gunk on
    her buttocks and back and thighs, dribbling over her anus and down
    her cunt-lips.

    With a soft groan, Salman squeezed his cock into her cunt. She
    groaned and rocked back against him, pushing her cunt down deep
    onto his cock. She turned her face over her shoulder. He leaned
    over, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, and
    kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed her
    buttocks against him, sucking erotically on his tongue. 

    "Keep fucking me," she moaned thickly, her tongue darting in and
    out of his mouth. "Don't stop fucking me."

    Behind his cameras, Avinash smiled in satisfaction. He masturbated
    slowly and began to orgasm as he watched his wife fornicate for
    his pleasure. 

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