Finally got a breather, a nice long spell in amchi Mumbai for a few months, no travelling. What a relief! I have expanded the office (got additional space), added more people and now I send others to do my dirty work for me while I enjoy the pleasures of my home town.

And what wonderful pleasures these are! Last night, after so long I can hardly remember the last time, Mala and I fucked. This was a spontaneous carnal carnival, not our usual planned love-fest out of town. She didn’t have anything planned, and neither did I. We shared a half bottle of wine, and sat around laughing and chatting, catching up on the news in each other’s lives and such. It got quite late and we moved off to the bedroom. She went into the shower and, after a few minutes, I heard her calling for me. I went in and she asked me to come in and shower with her. 

We were nice and mellow, and both very, very horny … wine does that to us. We let the hot spray crash over us while we kissed and, as I cupped her breasts and fondled them, they became heavy with lust, swelling and hardening in my hands, her nipples jumping up stiff. Her fingers closed lovingly around my cock. I bent my head and sucked on her breasts. She moaned, flinging her head back.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Don’t make love to me … fuck me … fuck me like you fuck the others … like the naukars fuck me … fuck me like a whore, Mehul!” she gasped. “Fuck me hard!”

Her words inflamed me. We stumbled out of the shower, grabbed a couple of towels. We slowed ourselves deliberately, gently wiping each other down—it was a caress in itself. She groaned and fell to her knees in front of me and began sucking my cock.

“Oh god, oh god,” she mumbled. “I love your cock so much, Mehul! It’s been so long …”

I grunted, and fucked her mouth heavily, holding her head in my hands and moving it back and forth, pumping my hips to and fro. Mala loves sucking cock, and she’s really quite incredibly good at it. It’s hard to describe the things she does: the way she uses her tongue, sweeping it in circles around the cock-head, then lifting her mouth away slightly and just flicking her tongue rapidly at the cock-head; the way she gently scrapes her teeth up and down the shaft. She ducks her head, lasciviously runs her tongue down the underside of the cockshaft while holding it in one hand against her face and moves lower to gently suck and lick the balls. Moaning, she caresses her face with it. It’s an incredible feeling.

Don’t ask me how we got to the bed. I don’t remember. One minute we were in the dressing, Mala on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock hungrily and the next we were on the bed, me on my back, legs spread wide and Mala was on her knees between my legs, her soft hair cascading over my thighs, her head bobbing up and down over my lap. I surrendered to her, groaning, holding her head in my hand and moving it up and down over my crotch. She sucked and jerked my cock eagerly. She lifted her head, her eyes glassy with lust, her lips parted and lasciviously dragged her swollen breasts over my throbbing cock, then squeezed her breasts over it while she nuzzled my belly.

“Fuck me,” she moaned again. “Oh god, Mehul, I’m so wet … please … fuck me!”

“Keep sucking, bitch!” I snapped. “You just keep sucking my cock till I tell you to stop! C’mon! Do it!”

She moaned despairingly but obediently went back to work on my cock. I sank back into the bed, revelling in the wonder and beauty of it, bending my head to watch her. It was a treat to see her face distended with my cock, to hear her thick moans and to watch her sucking and licking, her hunger and lust palpable.

I thought of our naukars, each one of whom fucks her regularly, each one of whom I have seen fucking her. Visions of her and them flooded my head, and I remembered how, the last time I had watched, three naukars had fucked her together, in cunt, mouth and ass simultaneously, pinning her thrashing, trembling body between their dark sweating ones. I could see it vividly, her body quivering between theirs, one cock stuffing her mouth, the other two sawing rhythmically in and out of her cunt and ass. The image aroused me intensely.

I went to work. I pushed her head away and rolled her on her back sideways across the bed and moved over her. I pulled her hands up high over her head, pinning them there, and levered her legs open. We have a high four-poster bed, originally designed for a mosquito net, but now draped with attractive coloured swathes of crepe fabric. It has certain modifications and additions to meet our requirements. For one thing, it’s fairly high, so a normal sized guy can stand on one side and fuck a woman lying on her back on the bed.

But more interesting are the fitted restraints around the legs and upper and lower frames of the bed — wrist and ankle cuffs that are secure and firm, with enough play, but padded to avoid damaging the skin.

Before Mala knew what was happening, I’d snapped a pair of cuffs around her wrists, high over her head, and, pulling her legs wide, one over each ankle, attached to the posts at the head and foot of the bed. There was enough slack in the cuff chains for her to move up and down the bed; other than that, though, she was captive.

I tormented her. God, how I tormented her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Grinning in delight, I moved over her, lazily kissing her, teasing her lips and tongue with mine. I swept my tongue through one ear, then dragged it down the side of her neck, over her shoulders, through her exposed, shorn armpits. She moaned, her face turning to one side, her back arching in deep pleasure. I swept my tongue up the curve of one breast, carefully avoiding her hard nipple. With my fingers I traced patterns on the swell of her other breast, also keeping away from the breast tips. She gasped, her back stiffening in a bow. I ran my tongue in circles around one nipple, my fingers around the other, and then whipped one with my tongue and flicked the other with my fingernail.

“OHGOD uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH!” she cried, her head jerking back. “Oh fuck yes yes oh god yes!”

I scraped my teeth over her nipple, pinching the other one in forefinger and thumb, and then drew the mound into my mouth and began sucking on it. I sucked hard, let go, sucked again, then gently laved it with my tongue. Mala’s moans were thick and heavy as I moved to the other breast.

“Oh god fuck me fuck me fuck me Mehul fuck me!” she gasped.

I chuckled, moved lower, sliding down her flat belly. Her pussy was smooth and clear of hair, and dripping wet. I gazed at it for a moment, entranced by the sight of her cunt-juice on her cunt-lips. Bending between her legs, I slowly forked her cunt-lips open in my fingers and slid my tongue into the soft moist flesh within.

“OHHHHuhhhOHMAuhhhhOHHHHHHHH!” she went.

Tenderly, I ran my tongue up and down her cunt-lips. They were swollen now, and her gorged clit quivered at my lips. I flicked it to and fro with my tongue. She cried out and, looking up, I saw her biting her lower lip. Her head flipped from side to side. Her back arched, her breasts thrusting out. I saw her wrists straining at the cuff. Slowly, I slid a finger into her cunt and began tongue- and finger-fucking her.

“OH uh OHH! Uhh oh god ohuhhahhhhuhhhhOHfuck yes oh fuck yes fuck yes fuck fuck yes uhhh ohma uh ohhh uhh oh god oh oh god oh god!” she wept.

Her body jerked gently to and fro on the bed. Her breasts looked huge, swollen to bursting, her nipples hard and little rocks. I swivelled over her and lowered my cock into her mouth. She moaned thickly, took it deep in her mouth and suckedit feverishly, her head rocking up and down. I contined to tongue- and finger-fuck her. She whimpered beneath me and I felt the heat building in my loins.

I rolled off her. “Now,” I announced. “Fuck time, bitch!”

“Oh god yes!” she moaned, trembling in her restraints on the bed.

I positioned my cock over her cunt and bent over her on my knees with my arms outstretched.

“C’mon! Fuck me!” she gasped up at me. “Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me like one of your whores!”

I rammed my cock deep into her without warning, in one long piercing stroke. She shrieked, her body bending under mine, her limbs straining at their bonds, her mouth tearing open, her face contorting, her head jerking back. I thought she looked ravishingly beautiful in that state. Her cry was music to my ears. Her cunt went into frantic spasms on my cock. I buried myself inside her and held still, flinging my head back and closing my eyes, savouring the powerful sensations in my loins.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH uhh oh god you fuck oh god that’s so good Mehul baby yes!” she went as her cry turned into a moan.

I began fucking her then. Not making love, just fucking her, like I fuck the others. Powerful ramming thrusts, lifting my hips and sending them crashing down again, moving faster and faster, flexing and unflexing my buttocks, swinging my hips, enjoying the muscle burn in my arms and shoulders. Beneath him, helpless, she moaned and thrashed, her hips bucking in a frenzy under mine, her head whipping from this side to that.

“C’mon whore, take it!” I cried. “Take my cock, you whoring bitch! Chul, saali rahnd! Lele mere lavde ko! _Hanh … chul, rundi, chul! Ye le!”

“Ohhh uh ohma uh hanh uhh oh uh hanh uhh oh god Mehul yes oh god yes fuck me! Fuck me baby fuck me oh fuck yes uhh oh yes uhh ohma uh hanh uhh ohhhhh uh hanh uhh hanh uhh chul … chul … chodh mujhe … jorse chodh!”

On and on I went, keeping a rapid, yet steady, rhythm. Her body jerked under mine, her swollen breasts jiggling with my thrusts, bouncing up towards her shoulders with each thrust, then lowering, then bouncing up again. Her gold necklace glittered on her tawny skin.

“Oh fuck yes c’mon!” I gasped. “C’mon you slut, take it! Take my cock!”

“Ohh yes baby yes!” she responded. “Fuck me … oh god yes … oh god that’s so good … fuck me … ahhhhh uhh yes oh god yes yes yes!”

I kept at it for a good ten minutes or so before I paused and released her. She moaned, her voice thick and tired, but didn’t resist when I turned her over on her forearms and knees. She whimpered, her swollen breasts pendulous, her gold necklace running against the bed. I knelt behind her and thrust myself into her again, gasping at the fierce heat and tightness and wetness of her cunt. She cried out, rocking and jerking beneath me, her breasts bouncing heavily as I stroked powerfully in and out of her. Leaning over her, I crushed her breasts in my hands and jammed my mouth to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

“I fucked your new peon yesterday,” she gasped into my mouth. “The tall one. Manoj. He was fantastic … fucked me nice and hard … just like this … called me his rundi …”

It inflamed me, as she knew it would. She generally doesn’t spring such surprises on me. I didn’t mind. The thought was intensely erotic. I rose, held her hips and began fucking her harder still — which was just what she wanted — slapping her buttocks with my hands. Her orgasm was intense, blowing through her like a cyclone, making her cry out and gasp and claw at the sheets, her body tensing in every fibre, her cunt going into demonic convulsions on my cock. I kept pounding in and out of her till it passed.

Gasping, streaming with sweat, I lurched to my feet on the bed and pulled her up to her knees before me again, pushing my cock into her face. Moaning, panting, she sucked it eagerly and swiftly. I moaned as the heat rose higher in my groin. The eruption neared and I gripped her head and pulled it into my crotch, filling her face with my cock. My cum seared from deep within and shot into her mouth, clamped over my cock, down her throat. I released her. Her mouth was full of my cum, and I was still creaming, spattering her face and cheeks and eyelids and breasts, cumming in a huge, copious load.

We fell to the bed, panting. I lapped my cum off her breasts and kissed her, feeding her my cum off my tongue, massaging the rest into her flesh. She smiled gently, wantonly. We curled into each other’s bodies, contented and sated. 

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