PEONSTUD
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As his practice flourished, Rajeev hired more assistants. He preferred to
employ women - they were more dedicated, typically less apt to quit without
notice and more reliable. Certainly, they were better looking, which
mattered a very great deal to him since, sooner or later, he took them all
as lovers. In time, Sonali, Varsha, Seema, Hema, Kuntal and Nandini and
several other girls joined his staff. They were all extremely attractive and
sexy, and, one by one, he fucked them all. His choice was unerring. Without
exception, the girls were totally uninhibited about casual sex. Much to his
delight, the girls made themselves available for the pleasure of his peons,
errand boys, drivers, cleaners, cooks, sweepers and male assistants.

He installed a separate, secret chamber where the girls could be fucked by
the men - or vice-versa, for frequently, the highly sexed women demanded the
lectual services of one of the guys. As the office grew, he bought another
floor in the building, and yet another and then a fourth. The top floor he
re-furbished lavishly, with a quiet, expansive sanctum for himself and a
series of glass-walled carrels, fitted with beds and sofas and easy chairs,
furnished as bedrooms, in which his staff could copulate at leisure. A
viewing gallery ringed the carrels, for the pleasure of those who enjoyed
watching live sex.

Rajeev hired a young boy named Vinod. The girls in the office liked him
instantly. He was unfailingly cheerful, no matter how much work he was told
to do. He was very good-looking, with clean, fine features: his nose was
straight, the eyes dark and full of laughter, the mouth full and sensual,
parting in a delightful grin to reveal his white, even teeth.His hair was
short and his hair was curly, cropped close. His body was lean and hard,
without a trace of fat. His belly was flat, the chest smooth, lightly
cleaved and hairless, the hips small. His buttocks were taut and firm, the
hips narrow.

At seventeen, Vinod's heterosexual experience was confined to the one
occasion when his elder sister's best friend, an attractive young girl with
no dearth of lovers, finding him alone in the one-room tenement where he
lived, unbuttoned her blouse with a coquettish smile and let him fondle her
large breasts. He grew intensely aroused and she slipped her hand into his
shorts, masturbated him and then sucked his cock quickly. He had come in her
mouth. She promised to fuck him the next day, but they never got the chance.

The memory was vivid in his mind; he remembered her pretty face and large
brown breasts and the way she worked his cock with her lips and tongue,
sucking furiously, moaning and whimpering in pleasure, playing with her
breasts and cunt till he could hold back no longer and exploded, gasping.
Even now, he could see her pretty face tilted back between his thighs and
his hot jizz spurting and spurting into her mouth and dribbling over her
face and down her breasts.

Frequently, he masturbated in syncopation to a particularly lurid fantasy of
fucking her, and fucking her hard. She would have loved it, for his cock was
big and thick and hard. He regretted the lost opportunity. Listening to the
lupanarian talk of his friends who got laid at the local whorehouses, he
often wished he could accompany them. He hadn't the courage to go to the
whores himself, and asking someone to take him there was too humiliating.

Like so many boys in Bombay, Vinod grew up in an environment where contact
with females was kept to the minimum and confined, as far as possible, to
elderly aunts and young relatives. He sought sexual release in his male
peers.

The guys hung out for hours together, arms about each other's shoulders or
waists, standing close like lovers do. Occasionally, a hand would caress a
smooth chest, buttocks would press against loins. At times like these, Vinod
found himself intensely aroused, his cock bulging between his legs and
straining at the cloth of his trousers. As he grew older, matters became
more tense, and with some of the younger boys in the group, he frequently
indulged in mutual masturbation, coming off hard in the other boy's fist.
They longed for real cunts to fuck.

In Rajeev's office, Vinod was in a state of constant and painful priapism.
It was a supermarket of female flesh, all seemingly available for the
asking. There was an abundance of girls: Harsha, Shobha, Nisha, Sonali,
Seema, Varsha, Nandini, Rajshri, Rashmi, Kuntal, Hema - each one of them was
incredibly sexy. The guys - Chiman, Babu, Barku, Hari and Kishore - fondled
the girls quite openly. Vinod didn't miss the casual hand-holding, the quick
squeezing of a buttock or a breast *en passant*, the idle caress with the
back of hand on a smooth cheek, the laying of a girl's hand on a guy's arm
or shoulder or chest, the light caress of a girl's hair. The girls made it a
point to squeeze past the guys in the smallest available space, squirming
their buttocks against hard crotches, smiling knowingly. The men evidently
enjoyed it, and did what they could to stall the girls' passing, pressing
their bulging groins against their buttocks or bellies. It was all a game.

When he arrived, the girls at once started tormenting him. They teased him
gently with clever innuendo and *double entendre*, allowed him tantalising
glimpses of naked thighs, bellies, swollen breasts and deep cleavages.
Occasionally, fingers would brush his thigh or his crotch or steal into his
hair, a hand would rest on his chest, lips would hover close to his face.
Once or twice, one of the girls quickly squeezed his cock and then, before
he could react, pranced away giggling.

Unknown to him, a debate raged in the office as to who would 'do the
honours' and seduce Vinod. The issue was finally resolved one Friday
evening, at the weekly staff meeting over high tea. They contrived to
despatch Vinod on an unnecessary errand, with instructions not to return
that evening. The conference room was a cacophony of noise as the staff
chattered and argued.

"I still say we should ask Rajeev and let him decide," Nandini grinned.

"What for?" cried Seema."Let's just draw lots!"

"What's all this about?" Rajeev enquired from the head of the table with a
smile, setting down the fine bone china tea cup. He was slouched languidly
in the chair, an arm hooked casually over the backrest.

Rashmi, his newest assistant, herself 'broken in' not so very long ago, but
with immediate and considerable success, smiled.

"Vinod," she said."It's a big thing nowadays."

"How do you know?"

"You weren't supposed to do it, bitch!"

"Fink! Whore!"

"Easy, easy!" Rajeev laughed at the outburst. "What's a big thing?"

"Who gets to lay Vinod first," Rashmi explained. "That's what I meant. Not
that I've seen his big thing. It might not be big."

"There's one way to find out." Nisha grinned.

"Yes, and I want to do it," said Seema.

"Why? What's so special about him?"

"He's a virgin, that's what!" Rajshri laughed.

Rajeev grinned. "You're kidding!"

"No, really, he is," Harsha said.

"So you're fighting over him?"

The girls nodded. "And you've got to decide," Kuntal chipped in.

The guys paid attention, grinning hugely.

"Yeah, who gets to fuck cutie-pie, Rajeev?" rumbled Hari.

Rajeev smiled and rose."Ladies and gentlemen, since I appear to have been
appointed arbitrator of this dispute, I hereby enter upon the reference."

He was met with groans.

"More significantly, since I own this joint and employ Vinod and since I'm
you're boss, you'll jolly well do as I say."

"Bugger off," growled Kishore amidst the jeers.

"Certainly," Rajeev riposted, all sweetness and light."Whatever you say.
Bend over!"

Everyone laughed, even Kishore. They all knew that Rajeev was decidedly
bisexual and enjoyed fucking handsome young men as much as beautiful women.
A nice, hot, tight orifice is all I ask, he often said.

"Well, come on then, hurry up!" cried Kuntal. "Decide, then!"

"All right. Seeing how the lad is not only young, but short to boot, I think
we should let the shortest amongst us do the honours. Sonali?"

A rousing cheer and applause met the announcement. Everyone turned to her.
Sonali grinned hugely. Her recent marriage to Sameer had not dampened her
enthusiasm for fornication in the slightest. She stood and bowed with mock
seriousness.

"Lordship pleases," she said and everyone cheered again.

"But only on the condition, Sonali, that we take a video of it, so that we
can all see just what you do to him."

"Hear, hear!" said Kuntal.

Sonali laughed. Like the others, she enjoyed being watched while fucking and
this promised to be a treat.

                                = o =

                                  2

Many years have passed since Sonali and I first fucked. We are older now,
she and I, but our bodies are still good, and I still fuck her often, and
others, too. For instance, my master, Rajeev, whom I have served these many
years with unfailing devotion, frequently invites me to fuck his wife. To
this day, they are still the most handsome, hypersexed individuals I know
and I never refuse his offers. I fuck Sunnu with abandon and she loves it as
much as I do. Watching the spasms of lust on her face, I marvel at mankind's
forever unchanging desire for sex. Indeed, Rajeev is my idol, my hero: he
has taught me much, not the least being how to enjoy homosexual sex. We
still fuck, he and I, and it is always magnificent. But most of all, I like
fucking women.

In the time since Sonali first laid me I have loved more women than I can
count or even remember, but the memories of that day are still fresh.
Sometimes, when I am in bed with an enthusiastic young girl who is sweating
and moaning as I thrust my cock in and out of her hot, tight cunt, I think
of Sonali and it seems like yesterday.

It was late on Saturday when Rajeev summoned me and told me to go to
Sonali's house with some papers. I grinned at him - I used to grin a lot in
those days - and hurried out. I was always hurrying. I didn't suspect a
thing. No one looked at me as I left, though all of them must have known
about my sexual tryst that hot summer afternoon.

Sonali and her husband, Sameer, lived in a lovely terraced flat in a quiet,
tree-lined lane not far from Rajeev's house. I climbed the three flights of
stairs to her house and rang on the bell. She answered the door herself and
I grinned at her.

Let me tell you something. All the girls in the office were very
good-looking in different ways, and all of them sort of flaunted an obvious
sexuality. Sonali was no exception.

She was - is - very cute. She's short, but then, so am I. She's sort of
medium fair, with an attractive oval face. Her chin is delicately pointed,
and she has nice eyes, dark brown and lined with *kajal*. The nose is
slightly hooked, the lips a tad pouting, the upper lip thinner than the
lower one, but on her it looks lovely. Her hair is beautiful, silky with a
sheen to it, cut in a wide wave over her forehead, parted to one side and
hanging down below her shoulders. Her legs and arms are slender, and she is
slim, with a nice body. Her breasts are full and firm and juicy, sloping
nicely, with hard nipples, the aureoles taut and small. She has a good
cleavage and her belly is flat, the hips flaring to firm buttocks and
shapely thighs. After all these years, she hasn't changed a bit.

She took the papers from me and walked down the hallway, flipping through
them, her back to me. Over her shoulder, she called to me to shut the door
and come in, offering me a cup of tea. It was already in the kettle when I
went into the kitchen. She poured me a cup and went out. I drank the tea by
myself, slurping it out of the saucer, and then went out to look for her.
She was in her bedroom, at her desk. I called to her from the door and said
I was leaving, did she need anything else.

She rose with a mysterious smile and beckoned to me. I stepped over the high
lintel into the bedroom, and noticed suddenly that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her* kurta* was of some white translucent fabric, and I could see the
outline of her dark aureoles through it quite clearly. I could even see her
stubby nipples poking cheekily through the cloth. I saw, too, the hem of her
*salvar*, and that, too, was of the same kind of material, and she seemed to
have nothing on beneath that either, for I can swear that I saw the darkness
of her cunt.

My lance sprang upright at the sight, and I jerked my eyes back to her face,
my heart thudding. She was an invitation the gods themselves would have been
hard put to resist, and who was I, a mere mortal to baulk? She had on
delicate gold earrings and a nice gold chain with a pearl pendant in a sepal
setting around her neck, and a silver bracelet on one wrist. She looked
smashing.

I felt embarrassed and a little frightened, for there was a slight, knowing
smile playing on her lips. I bowed my head, desperately trying to quell the
raging erection in my trousers. She moved closer and slid her hands about my
head, drawing it to her chest. She had undone two or three buttons of her
*kurta*, and it had fallen open wide, so that when she drew my head down, I
was looking straight down her lovely cleavage at her breasts.

Without a word, she took my hands in hers and placed them on her breasts.
She smelled musky and infinitely erotic. She took my face in her gentle
hands again and placed her lips on mine and kissed me. I almost passed out
with excitement. It was wonderful. She slid her tongue between my lips, into
my mouth. I squeezed her breasts and she pressed her belly and loins against
mine, writhing her groin against my tumescence. Her breasts felt hot and
heavy and I could feel the sharp points of her nipples.

I succumbed utterly. I thrust my hands under her *kurta* and squeezed her
breasts hard, and her nipples quivered in my fingers. She undid my shirt
buttons gently, drawing it off, tracing tantalising patterns on my chest and
back, making me tremble with excitement. She paused with her fingers at my
belly, then suddenly thrust her whole hand down the front of my trousers,
between my legs, closing her fingers around the shaft of my cock. I almost
creamed in my pants there and then at that, but she withdrew it just as
fast. My head spun with excitement. I couldn't believe this was happening,
finally happening, at long last, and that, too, with Sonali, one of the
madam's from the office!

She stepped back, and tossed the *kurta* off her head, dropping her
*churidar*. I stared at her and she smiled, caressing her body, her hands
running over her breasts, rolling them under her palms, cupping her cunt.
She came back into my arms again, as naked as the day she was born and I
kissed her hungrily, squeezing and mauling her lovely breasts. My confidence
grew as rapidly as my cock and I wanted her hard and deep, right away.

I ripped open my trousers and dropped them and dragged her hand between my
legs. She took my nine-inch long, inch and half thick, uncircumcised,
vein-ridged, throbbing cock in her hand and started jerking it.  My pulse
galloped wildly. She undid my shirt buttons slowly and bent her head and
licked and sucked my small, hard nipples. It felt wonderful. All the while,
her hands were busy in my crotch, fondling my balls, stroking my throbbing
shaft. Then she was went lower with her lips and teeth and tongue, licking
my belly, going down and down till she was nuzzling my crotch. I thought I
must be dreaming. This couldn't be happening to me, this was just the kind
of thing my pals bragged about!

She grew hornier by the minute. Now holding my cock in one fist, she thrust
her face forward and slid her lips about my cock-head and shaft and sucked
my cock, just like good old Lata had done all those years back. I almost
passed out with ecstasy. Her mouth was wonderful, hot and moist, sucking
like a pump, her fleshy tongue playing with my cock-head in her mouth. I
gasped, my hips rocking, hands flying down her head, my hips jerking forward
at her face, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth. She spluttered and
choked, then sucked harder and harder, her cheeks hollowing and billowing,
her face distended. She cupped and rubbed my aching balls sexily. I gripped
her head, grunting like a pig, rocking hard back and forth on my feet,
fucking her mouth.

"Ohhhhh Sonaliben *hanh* uhhhh *hanh* ohhh ma," I cried.

She sucked harder yet and I groaned. "C'mon, whore ... come on ... suck it!
Suck my cock! *Chul* ... *rundi* ... *chulchoosmerelundkohanh* uhhhhh
*hanh*!" I cried, calling her a slut and a whore, using the gutter words I
learned on the streets and was most comfortable with.

It seemed to excite her even more and her head rocked frantically back and
forth, rolling and moving from side to side, her teeth and tongue doing
wonderful things to me. Try as I might, I could no longer contain the raging
fires in my belly and balls and I exploded in her mouth, flooding it with my
seed, shooting thick wads of jizz into her throat. She held on to me,
sucking and swallowing all of it, like a cat at a saucer of cream, sucking
and sucking every drop out of my throbbing penis.

She leaned away, her lips shiny with my juices, and smiled radiantly, still
fondling my cock. I gasped in shock, for it was still as hard as before,
throbbing and pulsing, burning for more. It had never happened before, and
it was only much later that she told me that she had spiked my tea with some
aphrodisiacs.

I knew nothing of this at the time. All I knew was the searing heat in my
loins and my need to immerse my cock in her flesh. Gasping, I flung myself
on her, pushing her onto her back, fumbling between her legs. She spread her
thighs wide apart, on either side of my hips, and with her hands gently
guided my penis to her cunthole. I chewed and sucked on her breasts
hungrily, totally without expertise and she gasped under me in a delight
which she later said was totally unfaked.

"Come on, Vinod ... shove it in now," she said in a soft, erotically husky
voice my cock-head at her cunt-lips, speaking in Hindi. "*Ghoosa de andar!*"

I cried out and lunged into her, thrusting in hard and deep, ramming my cock
into her cunt with a cry, arching my head in delight as her cunt squeezed my
burning hot prick.

She cried out loudly, arching under me, her feet rising to hook behind my
hips, her hands on my arms, and then I was fucking her, banging away,
slamming my hips back and forth, back and forth, pistoning my huge cock in
and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt.

"Ohhhh Vinod *hanh* uhhh *hanh* uhh *hanh* yes ohhhhh yes yes ... ohhhh yes
yes do it baby yes ..." she cried, arching and heaving under me, her head
whipping from side to side. "Yes! Fuck me! *Chodhmujhe!* Fuck me hard!*
Jorse chodh*, Vinod, *jorse chodh*!"

Her obscenities excited me intensely and I cried out in excitement and
plunged even deeper into her, exulting at the heat and tightness of her
cunt. Her body rocked and jerked under my mad, savage thrusts, each thrust
drawing an ululating cry from her throat. Her body shone with sweat, rocking
back as I thrust and rammed my cock deeper and deeper, harder and harder
into her.

"Oh Vinod ohhhhhhhhh uhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried, arching hard under me,
driving me wild with her cries.

She clenched my buttocks fiercely, dragging me down deeper into her fiery
cunt. I felt her spasm and shudder and her cunt clamped down hard on my
penis. I couldn't bear it anymore, and, with an agonised cry I ploughed deep
into her, my hips twitching at her thighs, and shot my load into her sweet
flesh, jet after jet of my burning jizz spuming into her sodden cunt. She
arched, gasping in delight as my hot spoot flooded her cunt.

Panting, I fell on her, streaming with sweat. She kissed my cheek, caressing
my thick, curly, shoulder length hair, fondling my back and buttocks. I slid
out of her slowly and rolled over onto my back beside her on the floor.

We lay for a while, recovering, and she sensed my eagerness to establish my
virility and manhood. With a soft chuckle, she rolled over onto me, the gold
chain around her neck and her breasts swinging, and straddled my hips. I
cupped her breasts, and suckled gently on them one by one, making her moan
in delight. Her wet cunt ground against my cock which thickened in response.
She kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, her breasts hot on my
slippery chest. She began to slide down my body again, sucking and licking
at my nipples, lapping at the rivulets of sweat that glistened on my torso.
She went down further and I murmured softly as I felt her lips slide around
my cock once more. This time, though, I was in no hurry and I lay back and
let her work at it. I held her head in my hands and moved it up and down to
suit my pleasure, pumping my hips gently as I fucked her pretty face. I
lifted my head and watched her and grew aroused at the sight of her head
bobbing over my crotch, my fat cock glistening in her mouth.

I felt the heat roil up in my balls and I tugged at her. She rose, my cock
in her hands between her legs. She moved her cunt over it and impaled
herself on my cock slowly, gasping in unbridled delight, her face twisting
in pleasure. Her head arched back, and she bit her lower lip in tension as
my cock slid deep into the hot, wet flesh of her cunt.

I cupped her pendulous breasts, caressing them gently, thumbing her rigid
nipples. She whimpered joyously and began to rock back and forth on all
fours over me. Her cunt slid up and down the length of my rod, enveloping me
in her incredible warmth and wetness. Her breasts and necklace swung back
and forth and she mewed her happiness. Her buttocks swung round and round,
churning her cunt with my pestle.

She reached back and cupped my balls, making me groan. I rocked up under
her, thrusting my lance into her cunt even deeper. She clenched my hand and
pressed it to her buttocks. I didn't know what she wanted.

"Vinod ... shove your finger into my ass ... *gaandmeinungli ghoosade*," she
gasped obscenely.

I loved it. I pried her buttocks apart and pressed my fingertip to her anus.
She gasped and tensed and moaned softly, begging me to shove it in deeper.
Excited by her words, I pressed it in and she cried out, her back arching in
agony, her face contorting in a rictus of lust. I lurched up under her,
hungry and eager again.

"Later," she moaned. "Later ... I want you to fuck my ass ... *baadmein* ...
*baadmeinmeregaandmaro*!"

The very thought of it drove me crazy. It excited her, too, and she moved
faster yet, jerking and rocking back and forth up and down. I held her hips
and jerked her harder up and down on my cock, making her cry out. Her
breasts jiggled and tossed. She cried out, louder and louder, her moans
obscene and erotic. She pulled away and turned around, straddling me again
with her back to me and sank her cock on my cock once more. She began to
buck rapidly up and down, gasping and groaning, cupping my balls and
squeezing them. I jerked up and down beneath her, transfixed by the vision
of her buttocks flexing and unflexing, lobing open to reveal her puckered
anus. I fingered it again and she reared up, gasping, her hands flying to
her breasts, squeezing them in an erotic frenzy.

"Ohhh Vinod-Vinod-Vinod Ohhhh .... Uhhhh .... *hanh* ... uhhh *hanh*!" she
gasped.

"C'mon ... come on, slut ... take it Take my cock! *Chul*, *rahnd*, *chul*
... *lemerelavdeko*!" I groaned.

Her cunt convulsed frantically on my penis and I groaned, barely able to
contain myself when I felt the hot flood of her orgasm cascade over me
again. I held her on my dick till it passed. Gasping and panting, she leaned
forward on her hands, her head bowed, her body trembling, streaming with
sweat. Her buttocks trembled and writhed, her cunt still impaled on my cock.
Gingerly, she eased herself off my tool and slid onto her front on the
floor, whimpering and gasping, catching her breath. I waited patiently.
Having discovered this garden of joy, I wasn't ready to leave just yet. I
was only just beginning to discover the wonders of sex.

At last, she rolled over and leaned over me again and thrust her tongue deep
into my mouth. Her tongue swirled lasciviously in my ear.

"You're wonderful," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me again."

How could I have refused? I was only too glad to obey. She turned and knelt
on the floor and leaned over the foot of the large double bed, her buttocks
thrust back at me, her breasts hanging pendulous, offering herself to me. I
took her again, doing what she wanted, driving her wild. I tongue-fucked her
cunt and ass for a while, relishing my first taste of a woman. She came yet
again and, even as she gasped and writhed in ecstasy, I rammed my cock hard
into her from behind, making her cry out and claw at the counterpane. I
fucked her cunt hard, holding her hips and jerking her back and forth on my
cock, thrusting my hips back and forth, driving my cock in and out of her
cunt. Faster and faster we went, our cries rising in urgency and volume, her
breasts jiggling wildly, till she came again and this time I came with her,
exploding violently into her cunt.

We moved onto the bed, and fucked all through that afternoon and much of the
night that followed, stopping a couple of times for a drink and some food.
We fucked like lovers or newlyweds, going on and on and on and she taught me
and guided me and showed me various positions and I explored her body and
she mine, every inch of it, with lips and teeth and tongue and fingertips.

Finally, she turned on all fours and made me fuck her butt, her body bent
before me in a *namaz* position. I straddled her hips and squeezed my cock
into the incredible tightness of her ass, gasping in wonder and joy. She
cried out in lust and pain, her fingers scrabbling at the counterpane as I
drove in deeper and deeper, my body tensed and taut, my head arched, my cock
swallowed by her taut rear channel.

*Yes, yes yes*, she cried, and with erotic obscenities begged me to fuck her
ass harder and deeper. I slammed into her and she cried out and I thrust a
hand under her belly and arched a finger into her cunt, making her orgasm
violently. Her sphincter spasmed on my dick and I cried out and came for the
umpteenth time that night, shooting my load into her hot, tight little ass.

And I have done it often since, more often than I can remember, and each
time it is like the first, only better.

                                = o =

                                  3

Sonali telephoned to report her success with Vinod, while Rajeev was fucking
Nisha, his steno-typist. He loved fucking this one, with her fair, sexily
curvaceous body, the full breasts, the narrow waist and slightly curved
belly, the flared hips, the slender arms and legs. Her face was lovely, too,
with high cheekbones, deep set eyes, large and an erotic brown, lined with
thick, home made *kajal*, the mouth wide, parting often and readily in a
charming smile that reached her eyes. Her nose was fine and straight, the
neck long, the hair long and thick. She wore a thick black and gold
*mangalsutra* around her neck, a small *bindi*, bangles and earrings and
anklets and toe-rings.

She was kneeling on the bed, her back to him as he fucked her from behind
like a bitch in heat. Their bodies shone with sweat. His huge cock skewered
her slowly, penetrating deep, filling her taut, wet, hot channel with its
immensity and searing hardness. She moaned delirious obscenities, squirming
her buttocks against his hips. He ground into her slowly, clenching her
pendulous breasts, his lips at the nape of her neck, twisting and rolling
his hips to churn her cunt-flesh with his monstrous pestle.

"OHh uhhh Rajeev uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh*...", she gasped when the phone
rang.

"Fuck!" Rajeev swore savagely.

He paused, his cock throbbing inside her and groped for the phone. It
clattered off the hook and he grabbed it as it fell, yanking it to him,
resting the instrument on Nisha's back.She moaned softly, waiting for him
like a filly for a mount, rocking slowly back and forth on all fours, her
butt squirming against his thighs, her head hanging between her arms.

"Yes?" he grunted into the mouthpiece.

"Sonali. Busy?"

"Yeah, whaddya want?" He'd forgotten about her and Vinod.

"Who is it?" He heard her grin.

"Nisha," he grunted. "Hurry up."

"Okay, okay. Just to tell you it's done."

"What's done?"

"Vinod."

"What 'bout him?"

"You've forgotten? I fucked him tonight. Remember?"

"Oh yeah," he grinned. "Sorry, I forgot about that. How'd it go?"

"Like a dream, boss. He's great!"

"Good. Tell the others tomorrow."

"What?"

"He's on the market. Open house."

"Okay. Thanks for choosing me, Rajeev."

"Sure. Anytime."

"Have a good time with Nisha."

"Yeah, thanks."

"Tell her about it."

"Yeah."

Rajeev swept the phone off Nisha's back and slowly eased his cock out of
her.

"That was Sonali," he grunted. "Looks like you've got yourselves a new
stud."

Nisha giggled. He rolled his hips gently and she moaned heavily. He cupped
her pendulous, swollen breasts, weighing them, thumbing her nipples. He
grunted and with a slowly spin of his hips rolled into her again.She
groaned, moaning loudly, her eyes closed, her breath rattling in her throat,
her breasts turgid and hot. He began to move slowly, then steadily faster,
in and out, in and out, in and out.

Nisha bit her lip to stifle her shuddering cry as he moved faster still,
pistoning rapidly in and out, in and out, his butt swinging smoothly and
deeply back and forth, her own hips jiggling and jerking and rolling and
twisting and heaving under his, as his cock slid, glistening and dark and
thick and vein-ridged, in and out of her.

It was too much for her and she came, her cunt spasming and convulsing on
his dick. He gasped and thrust hard into her once, twice, three times, his
huge eleven-and-a-half inch cock ramming deep into her, filling her, his
hips twitching at her buttocks. He cried out, his cock quivering in her cunt
and she gasped in joy and delight as he came, shooting thick jets of jizz
into her slit.

                                = o =

                                  4

I woke in the early hours of the morning by the sounds of lovemaking and the
bouncing of Sonali's bed. I came out of an exhausted slumber reluctantly and
slowly. I forced my eyes open and turned my head and instantly I was wide
awake. She was fucking again, and her lover was her man-servant, Ganpat. He
was a dark, hard-bodied man, with rough good looks. He was bent over her
between her splayed legs, her thighs forked and raised, his body angled over
her on knees and outstretched arms. His biceps bulged.

Her eyes were closed with passion, her head rolling slowly from shoulder to
shoulder, her hands clenching his shoulders and head, then sliding
lasciviously down his firm torso to grip his pumping, bouncing buttocks. His
hips dipped and rose, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, and I could see
his swollen, dark cock appearing and disappearing in and out of her cunt.

She arched under him and he bent his head to her breasts, sucking sharply,
letting go, sucking sharply again. She gasped and arched her back, her legs
opening wider still. He rose again, moving faster and deeper and she
squeezed her breasts in joy.

"Yes ... fuck me lover ... fuck my cunt ... fuck me hard," she muttered in a
low, husky voice, speaking in the vernacular. "*Jorsechodhmujhe*! Gimme your
fat cock yes ... shove it in ... mmmmm ... yes .... Ohhhh yeh ... that's
good ... that's so good ... fuck me Ganu ... fuck me ... *chul*, Ganu *chul*
... *chodhmujhe*!"

"*Lelerundi*," he growled. "Take it whore," he growled, "take it ... yeh ...
Ohhhhh yeh ... take my cock ... mmm, yes ... that's it ... take it bitch ...
you fuckin' slut ... take it ... *chulkutti* ... *saalirahnd* ... *lele*!"

I was entranced. I moved on the bed and they both turned to me and laughed,
not bothered in the least, not pausing for a minute. If anything, the fact
that I was watching seemed to excite them even more.

"Hey, stud ... watch this ... watch me fuck the cunt!" Ganpat chortled,
thrusting in especially hard, making her cry out and arch onto the small of
her back. "See how she loves being fucked!"

"Yes ... yes ... Ohhh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me harder ... yes ..." Sonali
cried.

I could see her begin to orgasm. Ganpat kept right on fucking her, moving
faster and faster, making her gasp and whine in joy. When she was done, he
slid out of her and roughly flipped her over onto her front between us.

"C'mon, Vinod, let's fuck her together," he growled.

I laughed and got to my knees and pulled her head up to my already erect
cock. She took it greedily in her mouth and Ganpat got behind her and
squeezed his cock into her cunt from behind. She moaned deep in her throat
and rocked between us as we, her two servants, took her like a whore.

                                = o =

                                  5

The train rocked down the glistening tracks, its lamp cutting a swathe of
light in the darkness. A thin, shrill whistle was drowned in the wind. The
train gathered speed.

"Did Sameer mind?" Rajeev murmured.

"No, why should he?" Sonali replied softly.

She was on her back on the lower berth of a coupe in a train rattling north.
The air-conditioning was turned down and their bodies were already tacky
with sweat. Rajeev nuzzled the hollow in her throat, flipping open the large
buttons of her fine muslin *kurta*, undoing the cord of her *salvar*,
stripping her. Her breasts were firm and large and shapely, the nipples
stubby in small, dense aureoles. He kissed her breasts and fondled them. Her
hands fondled his cock and his balls gently. His cock pulsed and began to
harden in her expert fingers. He sucked her breast sharply and she gasped
and smiled happily.

"Well, I thought he might," Rajeev said.

"Don't be silly, G. None of you men mind that your wives fornicate. Why
should mine? It was part of the deal with him, just as it is with everyone
else. We're all free to have sex with whoever we like, whenever we like."

"True."

"So shut up, will you. C'mon now ... fuck me ... slowly," she muttered.

He chuckled and slid down, parting her thighs with his hands, carefully
prising her cunt-lips open, his tongue slithering and snaking into her
already damp crack. Sonali murmured in pleasure, and hissed softly, sharply,
as his hot breath seared in her cunt, his tongue rolling into her slit,
flickering like lightning against her gorged clitoris. She spread her legs
wider, pulling her cunt-lips wide for his tongue, her legs arching over his
shoulders.

"Ohhh yes Rajeev ..." she breathed huskily, "yes ... mmm, yes .. there ...
there ... that's it ... oh god yes ... that feels so good ... mm yeh ...
lick my slit ..."

Her head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth
open, her hips rolling, writhing, and heaving under his face. She held his
head in her hands, moving it round and round in her crotch. He raised his
hands to her breasts, pinching the nipples, rolling them hard in his
fingers, making her gasp and arch and moan thickly in pleasure. Her body
twitched and jerked erotically under his tongue-thrusts.

He stopped tongue-fucking her before she could come. She whimpered in
frustration and he chuckled, teasing her by licking and sucking fleetingly
at her cunt. Her hips jerked and heaved under his head, her fingers twining
in his hair, trying to pull him down to her groin once more. He pulled away
and rose over her face, his thickening penis thrust out at her mouth. Sonali
opened her lips and he grunted softly as her lips slid down around his
cock-head and part of his shaft, her slim finger sliding down between his
buttocks, probing his anus at the same time. She slid her face lower and
drew her tongue down in a long, electric line to rim his asshole, pressing
her tongue to the puckered flesh, savouring the dank, erotic taste.

She sucked his balls gently, then slowly enveloped his turgid tumescence in
her torrid mouth again, her tongue swirling and curling lovingly about his
cock-head. He gasped softly. She was wonderful. His loins rippled with
lustheat.

Her head bobbed up and down and her face distended, her cheeks hollowing as
she sucked harder. Her head rocked up and down under his lap. He began to
move, holding her head still, pumping his hips gently, fucking her face. He
flung his head back and gasped in joy, his mouth open, eyes hooded, fires
roiling in his belly and balls.

"MMmm yeh ... ohhhh yeh baby yeh ... suck it ... suck it good ohhhhhhh yeh
that's it ... ohhhh god yes ... ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhh yes ohhh yes ... c'mon
bitch ... suck it ... harder ... use your tongue ahhh yes that's it ... take
it cunt ... take it all!" he cried.

He slid out of her and they kissed, tasting their juices on one another's
lips and tongues. He fondled her swollen breasts and she tongued his ear,
squirming under him, her fingers on his cock.

"Fuck me Rajeev," she murmured."Take me ... fuck me hard ... I want your
cock in my slit  ..."

He moved between her splayed thighs and gently slid his cock-head into her.
She stiffened, arching in tension, waiting for the thrust. It never came. He
held still, with his cock-head just inside her cunt-lips. She gasped in
pleasure.

"C'mon Rajeev ... stick it in ... all of it ... I want it all!" she groaned
thickly, her voice husky and erotic.

He chuckled softly and inched into her, letting her savour his immensity.
Her back curved under him and her legs rose to wind about his hips. He
kissed her gently, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, meeting her own,
exploring her mouth, his hands on her breasts. She wound her arms about his
shoulders and head, drawing him to her and arching steeply, her body bowed
under his. He bent over her, his arms outstretched, palms on the bunk, his
knees bent, slowly thrusting and drilling in deeper and deeper. Sonali
moaned and arched beneath him, feeling his enormous shaft throb and pulsate
inside her, thick and hot, full of juice, ridged with heavy veins. Her legs
rose higher still, spreading wide, her feet locking behind his back, drawing
him deeper into her. Her fingers dug into the solid mass of muscle on his
upper arms and shoulders. Her face arched back, her mouth open in a large
"O". Rajeev gasped as her hot, tight cunt channel squeezed and clamped like
a vice on his throbbing, turgid tool.

"Ohhhhhh yes ... yeh Sonali yes ... take it yes ... take it ... ohhhh god
yes ohh uhh ohhh yes ... that's so good yes!" he cried, letting himself go.

"OHHHH-uhhh-OHHHHHH-uh-OHHHHHH-uh-OHHHHH yes ... mmmm, yes ohhh god yes yes
yes Rajeev oh god yes ... take me ... mmm, yes ... fuck me lover ... fuck me
... I want it ... I want it all ... OHHhhh yes!"

He took her unhurriedly, fucking her with long, slow, deep skewering
thrusts, his buttocks rising and falling, rising and falling, flexing and
relaxing, flexing and relaxing, his cock sliding in and out, in and out, in
and out of her cunt, glistening and shining with their juices as it went.
She cried out and moved with him, her hips rolling and jerking slowly in
time to his perfectly controlled swinging rhythm.

The train rocked suddenly, and they gasped and giggled in surprise as the
sharp jerk swung his body hard over hers, driving his cock deep into her
moist cunt. Her legs rose higher, over his shoulders as his rhythm
quickened, her body snapping and rolling under his thrusts, her breasts
tossing, the gold chain slithering on her heaving chest. He paused, and she
understood and raised her legs higher, doubling them on her torso, her hands
on the undersides of her slim thighs, her cunt and asshole proffered for his
pleasure. He caught his breath, then leaned forward and thrust into her cunt
again, driving in rapidly, taking her hard. She cried out, tendons popping
up in her neck as his enormous rod surged powerfully into her belly and
flesh, filling and pranging her, probing every nook and cranny of her cram.
He began to move rapidly now, thrusting and pumping vigorously, his buttocks
rocketing up and down like a trip hammer, his cock pistoning in and out, in
and out, plunging in deeply, to the hilt, sliding out, slamming home again,
in and out, in and out, in and out, taking her relentlessly, till she hit
the peak and coasted over, mewing and calling out like a bitch in heat, her
body racked by the powerful tidal waves of the orgasm, her cunt spasming and
clamping on his still thrusting, pounding tool.

He wasn't finished with her. He wouldn't be for a long time, for this was an
over night train and it would be some time before he let her feel the hot,
sharp release of his creamy spoot in her thirsting twat. She smiled happily.
She loved travelling on work with him. It was the best way to combine
business and pleasure.

"Now," he grinned down at her. "Now I want your ass ..."