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JayantApril 6. Guess what? This is a first. Yesterday evening, both Jayant and I got calls from the escort service! Till now, it’s only been the ladies. This time, it’s a request for us! Seems there’s a good demand from ladies for services and this time the demand is from some Indian ladies for Indian men, but they don’t want professional gigolo types. Both ladies are married we were told and in their mid to late 30’s! Luckily I have some photos that my friend Santosh (who is a professional photographer) had taken of Jayant and me some time back just casually. I sent them over to the service by email and we got a confirmation this morning! Seems the ladies are very enthu.
MehulBTW, I was much fatter when those pics were taken, have shed some weight since and got more muscle. Only thing we told them that the ladies must either come over to my place or we do it in some hotel. I’m not taking any chances going to their house or anything! It’s been agreed at a hotel at 2 pm on Tuesday. Quite charged up about this. Determined to put up a good show! Will tell you how it goes. — M
PS: feeling odd to be offered money for this. Neither of us wants to take it of course but the escort guys will insist because otherwise it’s unprofessional. Weird. Also, both of us don’t want to use rubbers so the escort guys have assured us of clean chits on medical tests. More later.
April 7. Bugger, change of plan! Got another call late last night. They’ve moved it forward to today, 3-6 pm! Don’t know why. Good thing they called last night—otherwise I was planning another morning fuck-fest with Sonu. She was disappointed, but very understanding. She is also very excited about this. Will write after. Bit nervous. wish me luck, chief, I’m on show!
April 7. Just got back an hour ago. Man, it was fucking incredible! Let me describe it for you while it’s still fresh in my mind.
We’d dressed simply, in casual pastel shirts and loose slacks, no underwear, and slip-on loafers without socks. We worked out in the gym before to get the muscles nice and tight and pumped up, took a long steam to get rid of all the bad smells and tighten up the skin. Back at our place, we got our bodies cleaned — shaved armpits, shaved cocks and balls. Sunita did mine and Suman did Jayant’s. It’s a good feeling. I lay down on a towel on the bed and she sucked my cock till it was nice and hard, then lathered it and carefully shaved it down, trimmed my jhaat. In the next room, Suman was doing the same for Jayant. We left in good time, in my car.
As you know, the escort guys are very high-flying. No expense spared. So not some cheap sidey hotel, but a suite at a swank hotel (which I won’t name, of course) in which the escort chaps have a stake. It’s a lovely hotel. Jayant and I met the two guys from the escort service, Rakesh and Javed, in the coffee shop. We had coffee and some general chit-chat. We ordered coffee. Jayant and I had double-shot espressos so we’d be nicely wired. We’d taken our pills earlier — useful to delay the cum and both of us had Viagra and scored some X also. We’ve used it before and it doesn’t do us any harm since we’re not regular with it at all.
They asked about our ladies, remembering them fondly and promising to have them on very soon. They’ve both fucked all of them, and we’ve seen them in action. Javed is quite a stud, hard-bodied and with a nice big cock our ladies seem to adore. They need a pair for a live-show, they said, for an audience of about 15. We could select any two of the four (Mala, Lajja, Sonu or Madhavi). We asked why not all four for the same rate and they were very pleased with that. Said they could do maybe two shows, back-to-back.
I was concerned that the ladies might feel timid or shy, but they assured us that there was no reason to worry. They, too, had been given a cocktail — mostly X and some Ginseng and our Ashwagandha. Works beautifully. They explained that both were married, in their mid/late-30’s. Now they showed us some photographs, not nudes, but shots of their faces and them in saris and salvar-khameez and other types of Indian dress. Both were Gujjus, they said. One’s name was Shilpa, the other was Nisha.
Fuck, they were knock-outs! Shilpa was dusky, Nisha was fairer. Shilpa was the shorter of the two and had a really cute, rounded face with a fine, straight nose, lovely lips, perfect teeth and dazzling dark eyes full of mischief, lined with kajal. Her hair was mid-length, and silky black. Nisha was maybe a year or two older and had a beautiful, sculpted face with fine features, waist-length dark brown hair and large, dark-brown eyes. Both had knock-out figures with really lovely breasts, large and high and firm. Shilpa’s belly was slightly rounded, and her hips were slightly fleshier than Nisha’s.
We were both quite excited. I asked Rakesh if all the action for both was in the same room, and he said yes, but not together. He explained that I had been paired with Shilpa and Jayant with Nisha. I would go first, and then Jayant. The others would be watching, he said.
“Others? What others?” I asked, looking at Jayant. “Nobody said anything about ‘others’.”
Javed and Rakesh looked down. Javed cleared his throat. “Yes, um, well, see, there’s a slight variation … ”
I could have killed the bastard. “Variation?” I hissed, bending over the table. “You fucking morons. What variation? We don’t do this kind of thing regularly, remember? It’s a one-off. A special favour. No variations. C’mon, Jay, let’s walk. We’re out of this.”
Jayant was looking at the other two. “Hang on. Let’s hear him. I want to know what this variation is.”
“Whatever it is, it’s unacceptable!” I said. “This could be a set-up for all I know! I can’t take that risk! Neither can you.”
“It can’t be a set up,” Jayant pointed out in a reasonable tone. “How long we known these guys? They’d be setting us up for, what, 10, 12 years, for some pissant take down like this? Somehow, I don’t think so.”
He was right, of course.
“Listen to your friend, Mehul, please,” Rakesh said, speaking very softly and fast. “There’s no set up, no take down. It’s just a small kink. It’s like this. The only variation is that the ladies’ husbands are going to be there.”
It took my breath away. “What!” I gasped. “In the same room?”
“Yes,” Rakesh nodded. “That’s why we had to advance it. The men aren’t free on Tuesday. The two couples are good friends. They swap. No other outside fucking. Not that we know of anyway. But they’re very tight, very close. Got married on the same day, same venue. They share an anniversary. Today. This is the 10th anniversary present to their wives. They all want it like this, and they’ve taken membership with us. At a huge premium. This is the, um, sort of inauguration of their membership.”
“It’s not that big a deal,” Javed shrugged. “It’s not very different from your lives anyway, is it now? C’mon man. Do it, this one time.”
I looked at Jayant. “Jay?”
He looked at me and nodded slowly. “I’m cool with it. No problem here.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay, me too.”
The guys grinned, visibly relieved. “Good show guys. Thanks a lot. We owe you big-time. C’mon, shall we make this happen?” Rakesh said.
“Lead on, my lord,” Jayant grinned.
Rakesh paid in cash, and we all got up and took the elevator up to the twelvth floor. The corridor was deserted. Rakesh led us down the carpeted corridor to a corner door. He stopped, with his key card at the door.
“Oh, before I forget. There’s a camera crew too. The husbands want a film as a memento.”
I was livid. “Anything else we don’t know about?” I snapped. “You’re way off the edge, guys.”
“Cool it, dude,” Jayant said to me. He turned to the other two. “Mehul’s not wrong. You can’t keep springing surprises on us like this. It’s not fair.”
“Sorry, guys,” Javed mumbled. “We’re a little stretched here. Try to understand. We really want these guys on our side, and we’re going out on a limb for them. We really want your cooperation.”
“Good,” Jayant said. “We’ll cooperate. But before we go in, tell me this. How many guys you got in there, total?”
“The two couples. Film director cum cameraman. Two spot boys.”
“Names.”
“Subodh and Deepak are the spot guys. Deepak is the taller one. Das is the camera guy. They’re inside, setting up.”
“Okay. So five guys inside. And four of us. That’s nine. Okay. You said the girls have been primed?” He meant given some of the potions.
“Yes, that’s correct. A couple of hours ago.”
“Good. Now. Here are our ground rules. And they’re not negotiable. We do anything we like, no exceptions. Clear?”
“I guess, but … ”
“Trust us. We’re not going to cause any damage. Just give them the ride of their lives. They want a spectacle, we’ll give them a spectacle. Any experience with gigolos?”
“No. I told you. This is their inaugural run. We hope to keep them in a steady supply,” Rakesh said.
Jayant nodded. “What about naukars and such? Any history of that?”
“No. Not that they told us in the disclosures and interviews.”
He nodded again. “Butt fucks?”
“No.”
Jayant grinned. “But you hosed them, right?”
He meant had they been given an anal douche. Most of our women prefer it and take it a couple of times a week to keep the rear channel clear. It can’t (and shouldn’t) be done too often because it can cause irritation during penetration with the lining sloughed off; but at least two or three hours before is good, since it leaves the bowels clear and clean and makes penetration easier.
“Yes,” Javed was grinning now. I knew how much he enjoyed a butt-fuck. “Standard procedure.”
“Excellent,” Jayant beamed. “Finally. Your spot boys. Any potential?”
Rakesh was grinning, too, now, and so was I. “Oh yeah. They’ve done time standing in when one of our regulars can’t make the call.”
“And we’re there too,” Javed chipped in.
“No, that’s the thing. You two keep out, get that? That’s critical. Give me the layout of the room.”
Rakesh explained. “It’s the biggest suite in the house. We keep it permanently for ourselves.” That didn’t surprise me. “There’s two full baths with showers and tubs. One big bedroom off to the right. In front as we enter, first a small hall with a passage off to the right that also goes to the bedroom. Then in front of the passage, a large living room with a big couch, sofa, centre table, seating for ten, twelve easy. A dining area beyond that and on the left is another smaller living area like a den with a full entertainment system.”
“Fancy,” I said.
“It was built as a presidential suite. No president ever comes to this end of town. They gave it to us at rock-bottom rates. No problem since we own forty percent of this property anyway.”
“Ah. The legit cover.”
“Something like that, but you didn’t hear it from me.”
“Hear what?”
“Good.”
Jayant jumped in. “Good, that’s very good. Now here’s the play. You go in first, prime the couples. Tell them what’s what, sequence and all. Start the tape rolling, get the conversation on. And remember to tell the hubbies that no matter what happens or what they see, they are not to interfere. It’s strictly hands off from the time we get in to the time we leave. Look no touch only. And your job is to to keep the hubbies on a very, very short and tight leash. It’s a first for them all and for us, so things may get unpredictable. You two only get in on our call, clear? Got all that?”
“Yes,” Rakesh nodded.
“We all go in, but the two of us wait in the passage for your call. You do the talking, get it all on tape and then call for us. Clear?”
“Crystal,” said Javed, looking glum.
I laughed softly. “Have faith, mianbhai. You may still get to do some gaand-maaro-ing. Have faith.”
“Okay guys. Rock-n-roll,” Jayant said. “Time’s a-wasting.”
Rakesh took out his cellphone and speed-dialled. “Das. We’re coming in. Start rolling.”
Rakesh slid his keycard into the door. It opened with a soft click. We let Rakesh and Javed through and slipped in behind them, stepping quickly to the right into the little passageway that held a mini-bar, an in-room tea/coffee maker, had a door to a half-bath, and led to the bedroom beyond.
We leaned against the wall and waiting. Jay and I have been together for a long time and we’ve learned to wait for hours. No tension. Both of us went into our slow, deep-breathing mode, focussing our minds. We were treating this like work. Not just a fun fuck. Serious stuff.
I heard Rakesh and Javed greeting the guys. “Hi Shilpa, Deepesh. Hi, Nisha, hi Pankaj.” I guessed those were the hubbies. I heard the chorus of greetings. “So, all set?” There was a chorus of yes-es. “You girls look great. You feeling nice and hot?”
Again the yes-es, and this time one of the hubbies spoke up. “Oh man, they are so excited, these two!”
“And you’re sure you want to do this?” Rakesh asked.
“Oh yeah, man. Deffy.” The other hubby.
“It can get pretty raw, you know. Hot stuff.”
“It’s what we want,” the first hubby said. “That’s why we became members.”
“And for a lot of money too.”
“Yeah, but we offer a full refund. You can say no now if you want.”
A minute’s silence and then the first guy said, “No, it’s okay. We want to go ahead.”
“Good. Okay, we have some things we need you to note. First, you know the camera crew is here, right?”
“Right,” the second hubby said.
“As you requested. This is Deepak, and this is Subodh. They’re the spot boys. Say hello guys.” I heard two more voices in greeting. “And this is our cameraman and director, Das. He’ll be shooting the movie.” Das said hello. “Javed, you want to lay out the rules?”
“Sure. You know what’s going to happen, but let me just say it once again so we’re all clear, and for the record. You’ve told us that the ladies are hot and, yeah, they look real hot.” Giggles. “But you also told us that they love being fucked and want to be fucked hard by some good studs. Because you two guys can’t fully satisfy them, right?” I guess they must have nodded. “But you love your wives, right gentlemen?” Soft voices mubling yes. “You want to see them being fucked by other men. Strangers. Sexy strangers. Fucked hard, like pornstars. And you all want this?” Another chorus of yes-es. “Okay, now in just a few seconds our two studs are going to be with us. Shilpa will go first with Mehul. Okay?” They must have nodded. He went on. “Nisha and Jayant will follow later. But you guys have to stay right there. No interference once it starts, no touching. Whatever happens, happens. Even we don’t know what will happen. You just don’t get in between. If you do, we call it off, refund your money in full and it’s over. From beginning to end. You can only watch. Is that agreed?”
Everyone said yes. Javed went on. “Okay, shall we bring in our bulls for the evening? Mehul, Jayant? We’re ready for you.”
We stepped out and into the breathtaking living room. It sprawled before us the entire width of the floor with a stunning view out over the top of the city to the sea. Floor to ceiling glass windows on the far side with lots of green stuff outside the window glass. Beautiful half-drapes down the glass panels. The dining table was a large rectangular affair with six chairs, all of solid Burma teak. The floor was a thick white plush carpet. The living area had a large, knee-height, square-shaped Burma teak coffee table swept clear of all magazines and the usual five star hotel junk. There was a huge Roman couch — the kind with curved ends and no back — on one side of the coffee table, between the living and dining areas. On two sides of the coffee table, against the wall were deep black leather sofas with a square side table fitted exactly in the corner, holding a brass lamp with a silk lampshade. Opposite the sitting arrangement was a bureau with drawers, and two large original art paintings on the wall on either side of a sixty inch plasma. The wall that held the plasma ended half-way down the room and, beyond that, was the entertainment den with deep sofas in white fabric, a thick white throw rug, another huge plasma, DVD player, Bose music system, a computer with a huge LCD screen. The den also had floor-to-ceiling windows with drapes and a pair of sliding French windows led onto a small open-to-the-sky space with a round white wrought-iron table, four matching chairs and colourful sun umbrella. I guessed there’d be another huge TV in the bedroom. It was beyond opulence.
They all stood up when we entered. Deepesh and Pankaj were in their mid-forties, maybe. Both of them looked pathetic. Deepesh had a narrow face with bulging eyes and thick lips and very bad teeth. He had narrow sloping shoulders, a sunken chest and a perfectly round little pot belly. He was balding prematurely, exposing the front half of his misshapen head. What little hair he had was limp and oily. He wore a big gold ring with an ugly stone on his right forefinger — something I detest, simply because it’s so damned ugly. There was a thin red string around his right wrist.
Pankaj was just plain fat. He was shaped like a brinjal. His neck had sort of disappeared into rolls of fat and his belly stuck out over his belt and his hips and butt sagged and his chest was so loose and fat he needed a bra. His hair was slicked back. His shirt was open three buttons and he wore at least three thick gold chains on his fat, hairy chest. There were three ugly gold rings on his fingers, including his forefinger. There was a chunky gold watch on his left wrist, and, on the other, a thick copper kada and a bunch of dirty faded red threads wrapped taut around it. His forearms and the backs of his hands were matted with curly dark hair. He looked like everyone’s worst nightmare image of a pimp.
I couldn’t help feeling sorry for their wives, being condemned to these guys. And swapping? With these guys? Like it was a choice, man. A toss up between the pathetic and the ridiculous.
The wives were as stunning as their hubbies were utterly gross. Shilpa was simply bewitching: not very tall, but with the sweetest, round face with a really cute nose and a lovely mouth — the lower lip full and straight, the upper lip slimmer and curved sexily over the lower. Her teeth were very white and even. She wasn’t very tall, and she was slimmer in real life than in the photographs. It was just her breasts that made her look heavy. They were gorgeous. Full, high, ripe, bra size a 38 D cup at least.
She was sexily dressed in a western outfit: a white pullover type top with a round plunging neckline. The pullover clung to her curves and showed the fullness of her breasts, and the tight curve of her belly. The neckline showed a lot of deep and sexy cleavage. Beneath, she wore a skirt low on her hips. It reached just above her knees, and it was cut close, clinging to her full, but not heavy, buttocks and hips. Her skin was dusky and smooth as satin. Her nose was slim and straight and her eyes were large and lined with kajal. She wore a bindi and, around her neck, a gold necklace, no mangalsutra. Her dark hair was silken smooth and held back with a simple clip. She had small pearl and gold earrings and a matching pearl and gold loop on one wrist. Her shapely feet were in pretty sandals with a backstrap, the front cross-straps with little sparkling studs. Her fingers were slender with well-shaped nails, lightly varnished, but without colour.
Nisha was fair and tall and slender with a knock-out figure. Her belly was totally firm and flat and her body was shaped like an hourglass. Her hair was thick and glossy and tied up in a bun. She wore a light dress that came just above her knees, with two sphagetti straps over her slim shoulders. The front yoke was cut low, so that a lot of cleavage showed. Her neck was long and slender, and so were her limbs. She had a gold bangle on one wrist and a simple diamond ring on her ring finger. She had small diamond ear-studs. Her feet and hands were very shapely. She looked extremely fit and slim.
We introduced ourselves, shook hands with the guys. Deepesh’s handshake was limp and he pulled it away quickly. Pankaj’s hand was a fat, clammy paw. Rakesh re-arranged the seating. Jayant and Nisha and Javed on the black leather sofa that faced into the room. Pankaj and Deepesh on the other, the one to the right as we entered. Rakesh stood, while Shilpa and I sat down on the Roman couch. It was one of those things that has no back, but sweeps up on both side in a curve.
It was the right set up. From where they sat, the guys could see me and Shilpa on the couch and Jayant and Nisha on the other sofa. They wouldn’t miss a thing.
Rakesh smiled at the guys. “Guys. You’ve told us what you’re here for and we’ve told Jayant and Mehul. Why don’t you do a proper intro, if you know what I mean? Just to break the ice. Given that this is the first time and all. Deepesh?”
Deepesh nodded, swallowed. He had a large Adam’s apple, like a goiter. He looked down at his hands. He was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and I saw that his wrists and forearms were thin and undeveloped. He had no biceps whatever.
“We … we’re … we’ve been married for ten years,” he began, faltering. His voice was thin and without depth. “Today is our tenth anniversary.”
I jumped in, trying to speed it along, keeping it cool. “Arranged marriage?” I said softly.
They both nodded. “Yes. Both of us.”
“And what do you do?”
“I work with a finance company. Pankaj has an import-export business.”
Smuggler, I thought. That explains the debauched look.
“And you’ve all been friends for a long time?”
Pankaj spoke. “Yeah.” He had a loud, harsh, rasping voice. “Deepu and I were in school together.”
“Both Bombay-based?” Jayant asked.
“Yes,” Deepesh said. “We live in the suburbs. Our offices are there also.”
Javed. “Tell them why you’re here, boss. Talk sex.”
The hubbies looked at each other. Deepesh jerked his chin at Pankaj, as if to say you go. Wimp.
Pankaj was breathing heavily. “Yeah. See, it’s like this. Our wives are much younger than us. And … ,” he faltered.
“Sex is a problem?” I went in, gently. They both nodded. “Tell us how, exactly. We need to know this. See, if you’re not open about this, if you’re not sure, we can’t help you.”
Rakesh looked at me, nodding. Thanks, Mehul.
Pankaj spoke again. “See, it’s not like we don’t, ah, have sex with them. But we know they want more.”
Jayant looked at the ladies. “Is that true, ladies?” he asked.
The two ladies nodded.
“Go on,” I said to Pankaj.
“We … we feel we can’t satisfy them. I … I’m too fat. I can’t manage for very long. I can’t do many positions. Only one in fact. Nisha has to get on top. Fucking belly gets in the way.” Nisha looked down.
“Nisha? Is that true? Look up and tell us please,” I said.
She turned and looked at Jayant. “It’s true,” she said, and her voice was soft and almost musical. “Every time I have to be on top. He doesn’t last long either. Few minutes only.”
“You don’t have orgasms with him?”
“Hardly ever.”
“And you, Deepesh? What about you and Deepesh?” I asked.
He looked down again, said nothing. Shilpa beside me spoke. “He won’t tell you.” Her voice was husky and rich and low, very, very sexy. There was a distinct trace of bitterness in her tone. “Deepu isn’t … he isn’t terribly … well endowed. In fact, he’s … he’s very small.”
I nodded. I felt very bad for her. “Go on,” I said softly.
“He tries. He really does. But it … somehow it’s never worked. He can’t last long either.”
“Orgasms?”
She shook her head. “Not unless I really try. He … he finishes very fast … and I have to work for it. Sometimes it happens.”
Deepesh seemed to have gained confidence. “It took us time to accept the problem. Even to see there was a problem. We talked about it, Pankaj and me. And with Shilpa-Nisha privately and then as a group. We asked them to open up. We thought maybe swapping would help, so we tried that. In a hotel in Khandala.”
“Did it?” Jayant asked. “Help, I mean?”
All four shook their heads.
“It made us very disappointed,” Shilpa said, and I noticed her voice shook slightly. “We really wanted it to work. All of us. But it didn’t. It was just … just … ”
“It was horrible,” Nisha said. “We didn’t think it could be worse than it already was, but it was. Much worse.”
“I mean the guys tried. They really did. But … ”
There was a minute’s silence, full of tension. This could break even now, I thought. I tried to save the situation.
“And you got in touch with Rakesh and Javed after that?”
Pankaj nodded. “I found a mention on some site. Then another. I couldn’t find a number to call. I kept digging. Then I found a number from a guy who’d been with them and wrote about it. He gave his cell number. I called him and met up. He wasn’t like us. They were doing it for fun. I was very jealous of him. But he called Rakesh in front of me. We had a meeting. Rakesh came alone and took my details, office and home numbers, addresses. He said he would get back.”
“We had to run the usual background checks,” Rakesh clarified. “Standard procedure, you understand.”
“Of course,” Jayant nodded. “May I ask a direct question to the ladies?” They nodded. “Do either or both of you masturbate?”
They looked at each other. Then Nisha spoke. “Yes. Yes we do. Constantly. It’s the best we have.”
The husbands looked stunned.
“Dildos, vibrators, sex toys?”
“We know of such things. We have never seen them,” Shilpa said. “I saw one once in a shop and I knew what it was but I was too shy to buy it.”
“You find the idea arousing?” Both women nodded. Jayant went on. “Lesbian sex? With each other?” The women hesitated. “Please,” he said. “You must tell us. You have nothing to fear here. Be frank. Be bold, candid. You can only win. There is nothing to lose, you understand?”
Shilpa nodded. “Yes. Yes, we do. Quite often. We started talking, then sharing fantasies. We love each other and making love to each other gives us great pleasure.”
The men looked almost comical, partly stricken and yet deeply aroused. Shilpa took a breath. “You asked about sex toys? Well, we don’t have any. But we use other things.”
“Go on,” Jayant said.
“Vegetables. Cucumbers. Doodhi. Carrots. A smooth stick. Things like that.” Nisha said. “It helps a lot.”
I grinned. “Next time try a peeled karela.”
“What?” Shilpa looked stunned.
“Works wonders. It’s an astringent. That means it makes your skin tighter.”
“That’s right,” Nisha said. “My beauty parlor has karela face lotions.”
“When you masturbate with it, it makes your cunt tighter.” There, I’d said. The C word. I wanted to see the reaction. The men flinched. The women didn’t. Good, I thought. There’s hope yet. “You mentioned fantasies. What are your fantasies? Can you tell us a little about those?” Silence. I waited. “C’mon, ladies! Okay, let’s do this. Jayant and I’ll ask, you say yes or no. Fair enough?” They nodded. I looked at Jayant, who was trying to hide a big grin. “Jay?”
“Thanks. Okay. Fantasies. Dark men?”
Both nodded.
“Muscular men?” I asked. They nodded again.
“Big cocks? Big dark cocks?” Jayant asked, and they nodded with more enthusiasm. “Dirty words?” Another yes. “Whoring? Being paid to fuck?” Double whammy. Yes again.
“You’ve watched porn?” I asked. They nodded. “Interracial is your favourite, right?” Yes. “And you dream about being fucked like pornstars by muscular black men with big black cocks?” Yes, yes, yes!
“How about more than one man? Group sex? Gangbangs?”
Shilpa had edged closer to me. “Every night,” she said, very softly. “Every single night I dream and I dream about this … about being … fucked … like that … by a big handsome sexy man … with a big cock … by two, three men … being fucked till I scream … I love that dream … ”
The men looked like they’d been hammered. “You, too, Nisha?” I asked.
She held my eyes. “God,” she said. “Yes. I can’t tell how much. Every time I see one of those movies I imagine it’s me.”
“Your favourite things in fucking? Your favourite fantasy things? In your own words, if you please.”
It came in a rush, both of them spilling it now, speaking fast, the words rushing out. Sucking cock. Sucking two cocks. Tongue-fucking. Being fucked by two men. Rear entry. Being fucked hard. Sucking cock and being fucked at the same time. Being fucked in the ass. Being fucked in all three holes. Being fucked like rahnds by strangers. Every word was like a slap on the husbands’ faces.
“What about fucking the naukars? Taporis? You have sexy fantasies about that?”
“Oh god yes,” Shilpa moaned. “I’d love to!”
“So would I!” Nisha cried.
“We both have full-time naukars. Two guys, one lady. Hari and Mohan at her place, Shiva and Baban at mine. They’re all young. We’ve been wanting to forever!” Shilpa said.
The husbands were white with shock. Pankaj’s hand was trembling. Deepesh looked like he was going to burst into tears.
“I spied on Shiva one time,” Shilpa said. “While he was having a bath. I saw his cock and I wanted to give myself to him and beg him to fuck me.”
“So the idea of cheap, sleazy fucking excites you, right?” I asked. They nodded. “And have you?” I asked. “Been fucked by the naukars, I mean?”
They shook their heads. “No. We can’t. Too many people. Our in-laws and all.”
There was a minute’s silence. I looked at them. “Are you nervous? Excited? By this? Being here and all, I mean?”
“Nervous. And excited,” Shilpa said firmly. “Very excited. Deep down.”
“You’re feeling relaxed and nice and sexy?”
“Bit tense. But very sexy,” she said.
“Same here. Me, too,” Nisha said.
“Okay, relax. Nothing to worry about. We have everything we need to know. Das, my man. You got all this?”
“All of it,” he nodded. He was a smart man and he’d been moving around with the camera. “We’ll edit later.”
“Sure,” I nodded. “You got a relay to the plasma?”
“Sure,” he said and called to one of the guys who were trailing his cables and carrying his light. “Deepak, remote.”
I looked at the two assistants. Already I had an idea for them. I was happy with what I saw. Deepak was tall, slightly round-faced, but lean. Subodh was shorter and more muscular. Both had dark, hard bodies. Both were dressed in dark trousers and loose white short shirts outside their pants. Deepak hit the remote and the plasma came to life, showing us ourselves from Das’s viewpoint.
“Great,” I said. This way, the husbands wouldn’t be allowed to miss a thing, even if their view was obstructed. They were facing the gigantic display.
I turned to Shilpa, smiled, put my arm around her shoulder. She was still tense. I rubbed her shoulder gently through her pullover top. “Relax, baby,” I whispered. “It’s okay. You’re going to have fun. The kind of fun you’ve always wanted. Trust me.”
I felt the tension ebbing. She closed her eyes and leaned her head sideways against my shoulder. I had seen the glitter in her eyes and I knew she was turned on. The X and the Ashwagandha and the ginseng were doing their magic.
Slowly, I turned her face and tilted it back and to one side and put my mouth to hers. I heard her moan and her mouth opened instinctively and I slid my tongue in and out of it, opening my mouth wide so that the others could see, and could see her response. Her body arched. I half-turned my body to hers. It gave her the confidence she needed. She arched further, thrusting her breasts out. I kissed her again, sexily, playing with her tongue.
“Like that?” I smiled into her mouth. “Feels sexy?”
“Mm,” she said, and I felt her hand on my thigh. Good. Postive sign.
I slid my hand down over her breasts. She had worn no bra under it. I could feel her breasts getting heavy and swelling at my touch, her nipples shooting out erect. They were very long and stiff. Slowly, I pushed my hand down and lifted up her top. Up and up, and then over her breasts, exposing them completely. I heard her husband gasp and, at the same time, her thick moan. I bent my head and began sucking and licking her beautiful nipples. She groaned and clenched my head. She was already in the zone now, wanting it.
“You’re a beautiful, sexy lady, Shilpa,” I said. “And I’m going to fuck your brains out. I’m going to fuck you like a whore. Right in front of your husband. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She didn’t protest at all. “Yes!” she gasped. “Oh god yes!”
Moaning, she opened my shirt and I heard her groan feverishly as she ran her hands lovingly over my body, caressing the muscles. It was obvious she craved for a man with a good body. “Oh god, oh god,” she said.
I pulled her top off, lifting it off her head and flung it aside and pushed her back against one of the rising side curves of the couch. Kissed her again, squeezed her breasts, sucked them hard. She moaned, her eyes closed. I began to pull off her skirt. She didn’t resist. I tossed it off her feet. She kicked off her sandals. I was very pleased. She’d shaved her pussy clean. I love it like this. Her pussy lips were fleshy and perfect. I pulled her legs apart. Her husband and his friend were looking right at her cunt.
“Sweet pussy, your wife has,” I said. I moistened my finger and ran it lovingly down her crack. She gasped and shuddered, eyes closed, head back. “And wet already! Man, your wife’s one hot slut, Deepesh!” I kissed her again. Her hand went up and down my thigh.
Her head was flung back. I pulled her legs wider open and went down on my knees between them. The moment I put my tongue into her juicy pussy, she hissed and moaned loudly. I murmured in pleasure. Her pussy nectar was musky and heady. Her cunt-lips were swollen and they unfurled. I rolled my tongue up and down her crack, over her cunt-lips, then into the moist open flesh.
“OHHHHH!” she moaned, and I looked up with my eyes and saw her caressing her swollen breasts, saw how they were bunched heavily between her crossed arms.
I reached up and fondled her breast, then moved my hand to her mouth and slid a finger in and out of her mouth like a cock. She sucked on it lovingly. This was going to be very good.
I put the same finger into her cunt and she gasped, arching, holding my head. Her hips bucked and lurched under my face. I tongue- and finger-fucked her slowly. Moved my finger back up to her mouth so she could lick her cunt-juice off it, then went back to finger-fucking her again. She was moaning incessantly now. I found her gorged clit and whipped it with my tongue.
“AH uh AHH uhh OHMA uhh hanh uhh OHHHH uh OHHH uh OHHH!” Shilpa cried, her body lurching on the couch, her breasts bouncing heavily. “Oh god oh god oh my god ohhh god yes oh yes oh god yes!”
Das had moved to one side so he could get a close up of my tongue and finger in her cunt. It was being relayed on the plasma. I heard Javed chuckling softly.
“See that, Deepesh? See how your wife likes having her pussy licked?”
I burrowed deeper, now pulling her clit between my lips and sucking on it, letting go, sucking on it, nibbling it. She screamed thinly, arching her back violently, clenching my head fiercely, her hips bucking and heaving in a frenzy under my face.
I stopped. She moaned, despair and frustration in her voice. “Oh god, Mehul please! Please!” she begged.
I grinned. “Long way to go, baby,” I said softly, licking her nipples and kissing her again, pushing my tongue sexily in and out of her mouth. “Now I need you to suck my cock.”
I dropped my shirt and got to my feet. Without hesitation she slipped off the couch to her knees in front of me.
Her excitement was visible — flared nostrils, dilated pupils, open mouth, breathing heavily. She fumbled with my belt and clasp and then succeeded in pulling down the fly and opening my slacks. They fell to my feet and my pride and joy hung out before her face. I swear she gave a cry of pure joy.
I grinned at Deepesh over my shoulder. “Hope you heard that, chutiya!”
Before me, Shilpa moaned. She jerked my cock eagerly, fisting it, flipped back the foreskin, began licking and sucking it feverishly.
“Ohh yes, that’s good!” I grunted. “C’mon, baby! Suck it! Suck my cock! Ahhhh yes … fuck that’s good … c’mon! Take it in deep! Ahhh yeh … oh fuck yes!”
I couldn’t believe how good she was. Constantly jerking my cock, using a surprisingly expert twisting motion of her hand, she sucked me hard and deep, taking my cock fully in her mouth, tormenting it with her tongue, sucking hard, letting go, sucking hard again. I felt her teeth raking my cock-shaft. I felt her tongue slithering sexily round and round my cock-head. Her head moved back and forth between my legs. I groaned, genuinely, flinging my head back, pumping my hips to and fro. The fire in my groin was intense. I held her head and moved it back and forth before me.
“Ahhhhhh yeh oh fuck yes, baby yes!” I groaned. “C’mon! Suck my cock! Oh fuck yes!”
I hardly noticed Das hovering close by, low down, taking close up shots. But I saw the relay on the plasma. It looked fucking sexy. I looked over her shoulder at the two men. Deepesh looked like he had been hit by a truck, slack-jawed, pop-eyed. Pankaj was openly squeezing his cock.
“Fuck, man, Deepesh! Your wife gives one hell of a blow job!”
Rakesh sniggered. “Obviously likes sucking a big cock, you can see that.”
“You do, eh, Shilpa, my bitch?” I said. “Like sucking my cock, eh, slut?”
“Oh god yes, yes!” she moaned, licking my balls, caressing her face with my cock. “God I love your cock! It’s so big! Oh god yes!” And she took it in her mouth again, and now she was frantically squeezing her big breasts, tugging at her long dark nipples. Her fingers and lips were slippery and sticky with my pre-cum gunk. I saw her licking it lasciviously.
Over her head, I saw Jayant gently caressing the side of Nisha’s neck. She turned her face to his and I saw them kiss. Her hands were fondling her breasts through her dress. Pankaj turned his head to them, nudged Deepesh. Jayant slid the straps of her dress of her shoulders.
I steadied my breathing, focussed, centred myself. I regain control. I continued fucking Shilpa’s mouth but the fires were contained now. I could hold on. I pushed her head away and brought her to her feet, kissed her again. I could taste my pre-cum gunk on her lips and tongue.
“What position does your husband fuck you in?” I asked.
“From top,” she said. “He’s almost always on top. Sometimes I am. Nothing else.”
“What position do you want first?”
“You on top,” she said immediately. “So I know the difference. So he can see you fuck me in the same position he uses.”
I chuckled. We moved to the couch again. I laid her down transverse, with her hips at the edge away from the audience, her head upside down to them. She opened her legs, pulled her cunt-lips open and flung her head back.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, Mehul … fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
I got between her legs, laughed over her body at her husband. “Hear that, bhadva? Hear your wife moaning like a slut? Begging for my cock? Now see what happens! Now listen to her!”
I bent over her and squeezed my cock-head between her cunt-lips. It popped in. She arched violently, her mouth tearing open.
“OHHmauhOHHH god you’re cock’s so big oh god oh god oh god!”
I went in fully in one long, deep thrust and she shrieked, her hands clawing at my biceps and forearms, her body bending like a bow.
“OHHHHHHHHUHHOHMAUHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I began to fuck her with long slow thrusts, letting her get used to it. Her cry subsided to a constant moaning. Her head flipped over the other edge, upside down to her husband. Her breasts were thrust out. I sucked on them, and moved my legs wide, spreading her thighs for deeper access.
“Oh yeh … c’mon! Take it! Fuck, your cunt’s so tight! C’mon! Take it! Ohhh yeh, baby! C’mon! Take my cock! C’mon whore, take my cock! Ahhh yeh … that’s it … oh fuck yes! C’mon! Talk to me bitch!”
She moaned. “Ohhhh uhhhh yes oh god yes yes ohh god yes!”
“Can’t hear you!” I said and, reaching up, slapped her cheek lightly. “Talk dirty to me, whore!”
She seemed to love the rough stuff. She cried out and her hips bucked heavily under mine. “Oh fuck yes yes fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! OHHHH uhhh yes … fuck me like a dirty whore Mehul … ahhh uhh yes … oh god yes!”
“Hindi mein bol, rundi!” I shouted.
“Ohhhhh uhh ohhhh chodh mujhe … hanh … please … chodh mujhe!”
I knew, suddenly, at once, that she’d lied. She had been fucking the naukars. Where, when, how, how often, I didn’t know. But there was no way she could be used to such fucking, such language, such rough stuff if she hadn’t.
“Abbe, kutti!” I said. “Jhoot bola na? Kya kaha tuney? Tere naukaron ko chodhti nahin? Jhoot hain na? Chudhvati hain na tu apne-aap ko unse? Bol, rundi! Sachh bol! Batah de tere marad ko!” I slowed down deliberately.
“Ohhh uhh hanh uhh hanh uhh OHHHHH!” she gasped. She lifted her head, clinging to me and I saw a fierce heat in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. “Hanh!” She switched to Gujarati. “Banne naukar mhane chodhech! Darroj! Jyaare emna mummy-pappa baporna aaram karva jai tyaare banne naukar hamara room ma avine mhane khup chodheche! Bau saaru lageche emnathi chodhi levanu … koi vaar banne saathe punh chodheche mhane … ane koikvaar amme traneyjun hotel ma punh jaiyeche.” She smiled wantonly at me, her body rocking back and forth with my thrusts. “Emna lund ne hoon etlu chahoonchu … etli maja aveche … jorma chodheche banne mhane … barabar rundi ni jem!”
Deepesh moaned, buried his face in his hands. Rakesh slapped his hands down.
“Watch, motherfucker!” he snarled. “Watch her! Watch your slut wife! Listen to her! This is what you paid for, chutiya, and now you’re going to take it! All of it! Like a man, for once in your fucking miserable life!”
Deepesh cringed, whimpering, closed his eyes. Rakesh grabbed his chin and jerked to towards us, slapped him. “I told you to watch, bahenchod!”
It was beyond what I expected, but I guess he was right. The two had to get used to it. They had to accept it. It was in Rakesh’s interest to make sure they did. And the only way to get used to it was the hard way. It’s never easy. Never.
By now, Nisha was sucking Jayant’s cock, kneeling on the floor in front of him, his trousers at his ankles, his head flung back. She was moaning and whimpering, her head bobbing up and down over his lap. He caressed her face gently, fondled her gorgeous breasts, which were shaped like ripe mangos.
I laughed in delight at Shilpa and bent over and kissed her sexily, pushing my tongue in and out of her mouth. She gripped my buttocks and heaved her hips eagerly under mine. I felt her heavy breasts flattening against my chest.
I kept stroking. She moaned. I kept at it slowly for a bit, then moved faster and faster and faster till I was thudding brutally into her, my thighs slapping loudly at hers. Her body jerked under mine, her big breasts bouncing heavily.
“OHHHH uhh OHMA OHMA OHMAuhhOHHHHHHH!” she howled, her voice getting higher and shriller.
I continued ramming and plunging into her without respite. I was surprised and pleased to see that she was not just enjoying it but was able to do so without orgasming in a rush. I slowed and stopped and pulled out of her.
“C’mon, slut! Ride my cock!” I grunted.
We moved quickly and I sat on the couch, spreading my legs and leaning back against the curved armrest. Whimpering, gasping, not looking at her husband, Shilpa spread her legs across the couch, her back to me. She drew her legs up and I positioned my cock at her cunt-hole. She reached down for my cock, guided it and, without any hesitation, sank her cunt right down on my cock, taking it fully within her.
“OHHHHH uhh OHMA uhhh OHHHHHH!” she gasped, flinging her head back, her arms behind her on the couch on either side of my chest. “Oh god oh god oh god yes oh fuck yes baby yes!”
For a second she moved her hips sexily back and forth, grinding her cunt with my cock and then we began to move in unison, her hips and buttocks rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and down the length of my cock. I held her hips and pumped my own steadily under her. Round the curve of her back I saw the relay on the plasma. Das was doing a hell of a job, alternating between close-ups of her cunt and my cock and shots of her face, filled with lust, her big breasts bouncing heavily.
“Ohh baby yes oh fuck yes!” she gasped. “Oh god Mehul you’re cock feels so good in my cunt! Ahhh uhh yes oh god fuck me, baby! Fuck me! Yeh! Ohhh yes!”
I grinned. “C’mon, slut! Take it! Take my cock!” I grunted.
Turning my head, I looked at the others. Jayant was now tongue-fucking Nisha on the coffee table. She lay there, superb, naked, her legs spread wide with Jayant’s head moving between her thighs and her husband watching them, pop-eyed. She was almost delirious with pleasure, moaning and keening incessantly, begging for more. He had started finger-fucking her simultaneously. Deepesh couldn’t take his eyes of Shilpa and me. I enjoyed the look of mesmerized horror on his face. I cranked it up a notch, moving faster, forcing her to slam her buttocks down loudly on my thighs, each downward plunge making her cry out shrilly — music to my ears — and the entire movement making her breasts bounce and jump like tightly inflated balloons.
Over on the coffee table, Jayant was fucking Nisha now, on her back, on his feet between her legs, keeping them stretched high and wide in his hands, his own knees bent low in a half-squat. His massive cock plunged in and out of her cunt like a piston. On the screen, I caught a close-up of her shaven cunt-lips, swollen and distended, and his huge cock pile-driving up and down, going in to the hilt, rising up, scrunching back down again and again. She gasped and cried out and thrashed on the table, her hands flung up over her head, her lovely swollen breasts bouncing, her hips rising and falling eagerly.
“Oh god yes fuck me! Fuck me Jayant fuck me fuck me fuck me!” she groaned, her head flipping erotically from side to side. “Oh god yes! Fuck my cunt baby! Oh god yes ohhh god yes fuck me oh god youre cock’s so good … so big … ahhh uhh yes oh yes oh baby yes!”
Her husband, not two feet away, stared in disbelief. Next to him, Deepesh, still stricken-faced, couldn’t take his eyes off Shilpa bouncing frantically on my cock. She was about to come. I jammed her down on my cock, held her still, pulled her back against me, turned her face and thrust my tongue into her mouth, my hands on her breasts. She flung an arm around my head, kissing me hungrily. With my other hand, I fingered her clit.
“Beejo lund lese?” I asked. “Take another cock?”
She smiled wantonly, her eyes glittering. “Oh yes, baby! Please!”
Over her shoulder, I called to the two light boys. “Subodh! Idhar, mere saath! Deepak, Jayant ke saath! Chulo, jaldi karo, yaar!”
SubodhThe two lads didn’t waste a minute. They whooped in excitement, and, in seconds, Subodh was naked, standing on one side, his cock — a nice thick seven incher — out and probing for Shilpa’s mouth. Deepak had similarly stripped and was kneeling on the other side of the table, fondling Nisha’s breasts and pushing his really long eight incher into her mouth. I heard the two husbands moaning, Deepesh going oh god, no, no please … please make them stop and Pankaj moistening his dry lips with his thick tongue, slack-jawed.
DeepakFrankly, I didn’t give a shit. The ladies wanted it, the guys had bought it for them and we were giving them their money’s worth. Just doing a job. Just another day at the office. Das was going wild with his camerawork, swearing under his breath because he needed someone to run the second camera and the lights, and Rakesh and Javed, grinning, jumping up to help him.
Deepesh lurched up from the sofa and staggered to the lattice-work grill by the entertainment den. Instantly, Das shouted “Cue relay 2, relay 3!” and hit a remote. The plasma in the den came to life and I heard the sound running from the TV in the bedroom too. There was no place they could go and not see this. You can run but you can’t hide. Rakesh slid backward, camera to his eye, took a shot of Deepesh’s face and then, from behind the camera, shoved him back towards the couch.
“Down!” he bellowed. “On your knees, chodhu! Right there! Right up close where you can smell your wife’s pussy! Don’t want to miss a thing now, do you?”
Deepesh moaned, rocking back and forth on his knees, his hands across his belly like his stomach was hurting. He was right next to the naked Subodh, who was fucking his wife’s mouth. Subodh sneered down at him, put one hand on Shilpa’s breast and squeezed, moved her head deeper into his crotch with the other.
“Abbe, chutiye, dekh! Dekh kaise teri rahnd biwi mere lavde ko choos rahi hai! Saala marad hai ke hijda? Dekh raha hai na aurat ko kaise chodha jaata hai?”
Shilpa was moaning and mumbling thickly as she bounced on my lap and frantically sucked Subodh’s cock. On the coffee table, the other three had split up and moved to the sofa. Now Deepak was on one knee behind Nisha, who was on all fours, slowly stuffing his cock into her cunt, while Jayant perched on the thickly padded armrest and pulled her head into his crotch. Deepak started fucking her hard, slamming his thighs at her buttocks, making her moan and cry out. She fisted Jayant’s cock, sucked it, moaning and groaning in a muffled voice.
On the couch, we changed positions too. Subodh got onto the couch, spread his legs and pulled Shilpa down onto his cock on all fours while I positioned myself at the other end and lifted her face to my cock. Her bouncing breasts were inches from Deepesh’s face. Subodh began fucking her hard, and I could hear the loud slap-slap-slap of his thighs against her buttocks. He slapped her buttocks too, loudly, making her cry out.
“Chul, rundi, chul! Le mere lavde ko!” he grunted.
We drove them hard, we drove them wild. We kept switching, swapping. Now it was Subodh and Deepak fucking Nisha while Jayant and I raided Shilpa from both ends. Then the boys came over to Shilpa and Jayant and I unleashed ourselves on Nisha.
We were getting close to it, and I wanted it spectacular. I looked at Rakesh, Javed, Das. “Manage one camera?” I asked. He nodded, understanding. The other two dropped their gear and joined in. Deepesh sobbed. Pankaj was trembling. The girls were ecstatic. Without hesitation, I lifted Nisha, her back to me and slowly sat her ass on my cock. She cried out thinly, arching and trembling, but not saying no. I pulled her down deeper. Deepak pushed her legs open and went into her cunt. I held still and let him do the stroking. She went frantic, crying out shrilly, her body tensed like a drawn bow between ours. And Rakesh materialized, over her head, his big cock bending down to stuff her open mouth.
The others were on the coffee table. Subodh on his back, Shilpa’s cunt impaled on his cunt, bent over him, bouncing eagerly. Jayant coming up behind her, holding her still, opening her buttocks and slowly invading her ass. Her face twisting and contorting, inches from Deepesh’s as the two cocks entered her together. And then Javed, coming out of nowhere, right in front of her face, pulling her head up and pushing his cock into her mouth.
They’d asked for one lover each. They’d got three. But they got a whole lot more. We took them again and again and they were going crazy, one orgasm hitting after the other, still wanting more. Finally, we ended, three guys to one girl, two of us groaning with the girl on her knees in front of us, jerking our cocks and cumming hugely into her open mouth, spattering their breasts and faces with thick gobs of our cum, Subodh and Deepak holding back because I told them to. I had an inkling of what would happen next. I wasn’t wrong.
It was over, and it wasn’t. We stepped back and the girls smiled lasciviously up at us, their bodies and face shining with our gunk. What happened next took my breath away. Shilpa got up, took Subodh’s hand in hers and began to head to the bedroom. Nisha smiled and held out her hand to Deepak. He helped her to her feet. They stepped around the furniture, heading for the den.
“What the fuck?” Pankaj cried. “What’s going on?”
Nisha stopped at the door, looked back at her husband over her naked shoulder. “What’s going on?” she hissed. “Look at you, you fat ugly repulsive toad! I’ll tell you what’s going on! I’m being fucked, that’s what’s going on! For the first time in my life, I’ve been fucked like I wanted to be fucked. What just happened was incredible, fantastic, fabulous. But I want more. And I’m going to get it. With him. The light boy. The naukar. You want to sit there, sit, you want to watch, get here. It’s the best you’re going to get.”
From the floor, Deepesh looked up at Shilpa, imploring, begging. She looked at him coldly, shrugged, indifference in every vein and walked through into the bedroom.
Jayant and I grinned and then the five of us, Jay, me, Rakesh, Javed and Das, were all laughing. I picked Deepesh up by his collar and shoved him to the bedroom. “Go on, wimp! Get in there. Go watch the light boy screw your wife.”
Jayant had the obese Pankaj on his feet. “You heard what she called you? A toad? Well, Mr Toad, what’s it going to be? You gonna sit here and cry or get in there and maybe get your rocks off watching the fuckin’ naukar bang your wife’s brains out?”
Pankaj looked at Rakesh. “Tell them to stop!” he cried. “Tell them to stop! They have to stop! We only paid for one each! Not this … this … three guys … and then this … ”
Javed chuckled. “Compliments of the service, boss. This is on the house. No extra charge. Enjoy.”
We stayed, helping ourselves to a good long drink from the minibar. What the fuck, the two wimps were paying. We had a second. In the bedroom, Shilpa was going wild with Subodh, thrashing frantically as he fucked her mercilessly for another forty five minutes. She was on her forearms and knees, her big breasts bouncing and slapping together while he knelt behind her, holding her hips and yanking her body fiercely back and forth, jerking her cunt up and down the length of his cock.
“OHHHH uh OHMA uhh hanh uhh hanh uhh OHHHH Subodh uhh hanh uhh OHHHHHHH … chodh mujhe! Jorse chodh Subodh uhhh hanh oh god oh god ohhh fuck yes yes ohhh god yes c’mon! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”
And the young stud, cackling, squeezing her breasts, calling her a rahnd and a kutti, fucking her harder and harder. Deepesh on the floor beside the bed, his back to the wall, his head in his hands, moaning and sobbing pathetically, but unable to take his eyes off the two on the bed. Subodh laughing at him and, lifting his hips, thrusting even harder into Shilpa from behind, growling at her like an animal and then, knowing Deepesh was watching, bending over her back and Shilpa turning her face to Subodh, both of them in profile to Deepesh who couldn’t miss a thing, and had to watch as his wife sexily ran her tongue in and out of the naukar’s mouth, smiled wantonly and begged him to keep fucking her … to keep fucking her hard … like the rundi she wanted to be.
Across in the den, Nisha, whimpering and moaning, mouthing an endless litany of obscenities, begging Deepak to keep fucking her, to fuck her harder, and the young naukar, cackling, obliging with unabashed delight, bouncing her furiously up and down on his lap, crashing his thighs loudly up against her body, which was bent forward over his, her breasts bouncing over his face, her face bent over his, her tongue constantly seeking his, and the gross Pankaj kneeling on the floor, bent over the bed with Javed making sure he didn’t get up, Javed holding his head up, making sure he was watching everything, not missing a single detail.
And Das filming it all, with Jayant, Rakesh and I taking turns with the camera.
What a way to confront your demons.
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