II. Hong Kong With Lajja
Hong Kong was a four-day trip and, as it happens, I had a day and a half free — would have loved to avoid it, I thought when I planned it, but the schedules went haywire and I had little choice. Things turned out beautifully, though, and I can’t say I have any regrets about it all.
I asked Mala to come, of course, but she wanted to spend a long weekend at our beach place with Sonu, their cousin Deepika, frolicking with some naukars, taporis, sexy chokra-lunds, so I didn’t push it. She said she was booking a couple of gigolos, too; our service had called the day before saying that they had some fine new stock just in and would madam like to make a booking, being a premier client and all. Catch her refusing something like that. Two of them, she told me and showed me the photos the service sent ahead. Magnificent animals, both — smooth, dark, heavily muscled bodies, good features and equipment that might have served the Fire Brigade in an emergency. I felt a twinge of envy and disappointment at missing it — I could imagine the scene even then: Mala groaning as she eased her cunt down on one of those rock pillars while a heavily endowed naukar pushed his cock into her mouth; or my fair, petite, pretty sister-in-law whimpering while one of the gigolos crushed his monster cock into her cunt; or their cousin, Deepika — slender, willowy, with a sharp-featured face and glowing, lustrous eyes and full lips and an hourglass figure — arched steeply, her body rocking and jerking under the fierce thrusts of a dark young naukar chokra.
But it couldn’t be helped. Duty called. This was a critical time for the business and I just had to wrap things up. It was now or never. Still, I had that day and a half to kill … I phoned Lajja, Mala and Sonu’s other cousin, and see if she wanted to come along. I got her husband, Bharat, on the line.
“Hey, Bharat my man, what’s up?”
“Hi, chief. You’re back? Thought you were travelling.”
“Just for a couple of days. Off again tomorrow night. Hong Kong.”
“Lucky fellow.”
“Not really. It’s business, mostly, but I’ve got a day and a half free and I was wondering …”
He didn’t let me finish. I heard his snort of laughter. “Let me guess. And you want to borrow Lajja, yes?”
I grinned. “Yes, if you’re both okay with that.”
“I’m fine with that. Since when have we guys had much say in these things, dude? Hang on, let me get her. Ask her yourself. Hold.”
“Sure.”
Lajja came on and I told her the plan and asked her along. She laughed happily. “Oh certainly, darling, I’d love to come. Have I time to shop?”
“Plenty of that, and no worries about the money either.”
“Great! And where are we staying?”
I told her the name of the hotel. “I’ll upgrade to a suite if you come along.”
“Super! I love those fancy hotels! All that luxury! Mm, yummy!”
I laughed. “Yes, that’s the plus side. On the minus is that you’ll only have me to fuck.”
“Oh, darling! When have I ever complained about that? Really, you like putting yourself down too much. How often have I told you how much I enjoy being fucked by you?”
“I’ve always suspected you say that only to please me.”
“Eh? Don’t be an idiot, love! I mean, think about it, just think about it — Mala, Sonu, me, the others — we’re all happily screwing the servants — even begging for it from them — and telling them how much we love their cocks and the way they fuck us — and you really think I would even have to tell you something like that if it wasn’t true?”
“You’re right.”
“And you need your head examined. Okay, now you’ve successfully ruined all my plans, so I’m going to rush off and start packing. Damn, I don’t even know where I’ve stored that suitcase …”
I rang off happily, very excited now. Lajja loves shopping and given how good she is to fuck, I figured it was a small price to pay. Sort of a fringe benefit and one that our government still can’t tax. Lajja is slender and has a stunning figure: a near-perfect 36-26-34. Her breasts are beautiful, high and full with a tantalisingly deep cleavage and tipped with long slender nipples in areols that aren’t too big or too dark. Her belly is absolutely firm and flat and her waist narrows above her hips which flare out perfectly. Her butt is rounded and firm with no sag. Her arms and legs are slender, hairless, superbly shaped with delicate fingers, toes, ankles. Her face is lovely, elegantly oval with high cheekbones and a truly exquisite line to her jaw that leads to a firm chin. Her dark brown eyes are elongated, with long lashes, and rimmed with kajal. Her raven hair is thick and silky and hangs down to the middle of her back. Her neck is exquisitely long. And she has the most delectable, delicious mouth: truly rosebud lips, not too wide or fleshy or pouty, just right, soft and welcoming, but extended in a fine line on either side so that her mouth opens very wide when she laughs — which is often — an infectious, full-throated, head-flung back laugh that is at once utterly irresistible and indefinably feminine; or when we kiss, those lips slowly flowering, her sharp, eager tongue slithering into my mouth; or, better still, when, moaning in lust, she takes a thick long cock deep, deep into the cunning warmth of her mouth.
In many ways, she has a striking resemblance to Mala and they’re about the same age, too. Sexually, too, she’s very like Mala — both are more aggressive than Sonu or Deepika and have strong stamina. Lajja’s very lithe, and likes trying new and difficult positions. One of her favourites in standing up from behind, with her bent over and holding her calves (she generally prefers the rear-entry position).
We flew business class and, on the Cathay flight, Lajja snuggled next to me and slid her hand between my legs. She wanted to fuck but I laughed and whispered to her stop.
“We’ll have to travel first class for that,” I said.
She pretended to sulk. “But I’ve never fucked in an airplane before! I’d really like to join that mile-high club you guys keep talking about!”
“Next time, dear,” I grinned. “Next time I’ll charter a plane stuffed with naukars and gigolos and you can get yourself laid all over it.”
“Oh yummy!” she giggled, kissing me and nibbling my earlobe.
“Stop it, idiot,” I said softly. “Now get some sleep!”
We checked in to the hotel — not the one I usually stay in, because that closed in late-December for extensive renovations, but another, even more upmarket one. A large suite, plush bathroom and a stunning view of the harbour. Lajja was ecstatic.
My first meeting was a couple of hours away still — more than enough time — and then I had the rest of that day free. Of course, Lajja’s excitement at being here and in such a splendid hotel had travelled to her crotch already. I barely had the bellhop out of the door after delivering our bags — handsomely tipped of course — and hung out the privacy-please sign (just being cautious), and Lajja was already coming up to me with that sexy I’m-on-fire smile, her eyes warm and inviting, her lovely lips slightly parted. She’d worn a button-down shirt tucked into smart slacks on the flight, and already the slacks were gone, and the panties and the bra. The shirt was short as it is, not even below her navel, and now she had its ends looped together below her breasts. I’d have been insane to resist her.
“Randy bitch,” I grinned. “Just can’t wait, eh?”
“God, now don’t say no! I’m already wet!”
“Whore,” I said cheerfully. “Of course you’re already wet. And of course I’m not saying no!”
She flung her arms around my neck and there was that sexy lingering kiss, her tongue slithering into my mouth, her hand working my cock through my pants. They were gone in seconds, my jock-strap following and, instantly, she was down in a squat on her toes in front of me, feverishly sucking my cock, moaning almost in relief. I groaned, loving the sweet warmth of her mouth and the wickedness of her tongue playing on my rigid cock and bursting cock-head.
We fucked on the big springy bed. I got on my back and, seemingly unwilling to stop sucking my cock, Lajja bent her head over my lap and took my cock in her mouth yet again. I groaned softly, closing my eyes and surrendering to the wondrous warmth of her mouth, the gentle softness of her lips, her eager, flickering tongue and sharp teeth. I stretched a hand to her head and caressed her face, savouring the feel of my fingers on her lips, and of my cock between her lips. I craned my head to watch her, and was enchanted by the sight of her head rocking up and down over my lap, her slender fingers curled lovingly around my cock-shaft. She moaned deep in her throat and then opened her mouth wide, and I saw her lips and cheeks were sticky with my pre-cum. She lapped it lasciviously. Another moan and she moved up, encasing my cock in the delightfully soft valley between her luscious, swollen breasts, squeezing them over it. I could feel her nipples raking my skin. My cock-head bobbed at her chin and she bent her head and wound her tongue over it. I stretched one hand to her breasts, enjoying their weight and ripe fullness, snapping her nipples back and forth with my thumb, and, with the other, pushed her head back down to my cock.
“Keep sucking!” I growled. “C’mon, slut, suck hard!”
Lajja moaned and took my cock greedily in her mouth again. I groaned and fell back, spreading my legs and now fucking her face: I held her head in both hands and moved it rapidly up and down and, at the same time, pumped my hips under her mouth. It felt incredibly good.
I had no intention of stopping her. If she wanted to fuck, that was fine; if she wanted me to cream in her face, that was good too. Her call.
She wanted to fuck. Unbidden, she stopped and moved up over me, straddling my lips and quickly easing her cunt down onto my rigid pole with a loud groan. I held still, my legs spread and stretched out. Kneeling on my lap, her torso upright, she flung her head back and groaned.
“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” she gasped.
I watched in fascination as she fondled her breasts, lifting and squeezing them, then bending her head to lap at one nipple, then the other. She began to move on my cock, up and down and back and forth, mashing her clit with my cock.
“OHHH uh yes! C’mon! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried.
I was going to do nothing of the kind. I held still, forcing her to do all the work.
“C’mon, you bastard! Fuck me!” Lajja was feverish now.
Still I did nothing, just held her waist gently. She gave up trying to goad me and went for it on her own. I drew my legs up slightly behind her to be able to stave off my own orgasm — in this position, the pressure of her cunt on my cock was intense. Gasping and moaning, crying out loudly, she bucked faster and faster on my cock as I ceded complete control to her. Her breasts bounced. Her gold necklace tossed wildly. Her cunt ran up and down the length of my cock. She went faster still and, with a loud moan, leaned forward over me, her arms outstretched, her hands on the bed on either side of my chest. Now her buttocks were plunging furiously up and down, swaying back and forth, writhing from side to side, getting more and more frantic with each second. Her breasts bobbed and bounced over my face. I squeezed them hard and, still holding firm, grabbed her buttocks and began to force her hip movements, deliberately going rough and nasty. She cried out again and I arched my head and sucked sharply on one breast, then the other.
“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!” she cried, bucking up and down on my cock, her swollen breasts bouncing, her gold necklace tossing on her lovely, flawless skin. “Oh fuck yes oh god yes oh god oh god yes!”
I squeezed her breasts hard and pulled her down and sucked hard on them, biting her stiff nipples. She cried out, clenching my head. I gripped her hips and held her aloft and started whipping my hips hard up and down under her, thrilling at the sharpness of her cries.
“C’mon! Take it!” I cried. “C’mon, Lajja, you whoring bitch! Take my cock! Oh yes oh fuck yes c’mon! Yes! OH fuck oh yes oh fuck yeh!”
“OHHH uh OH uh OH uh Oh uh OHHHH uh OHHHHH!” she cried.
I could feel her orgasming and I groaned at the fierce convulsions of her cunt on my cock. Her orgasm waned and I let her collapse on me. I held her for a bit and then slid her off me. I hadn’t come, just about managing to hold back.
“Why … why didn’t you cum?” she moaned, still panting.
I slapped her bottom. “Saving myself to give you a nice splashy facial, slut,” I said cheerfully. “I have to go soon. I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”
Of course I still had a raging erection and was seconds away from an orgasm. I forced myself to focus on the work ahead and, of course, it worked like magic. My cock deflated at once and returned to normal under an icy cold shower. Lajja stepped in a minute later and I turned up the temperature and let her lather and rinse me. It’s a lovely feeling, that.
“Tonight,” she said as I stepped out of the shower, “we’re going to fuck in the bathtub. It’s nice and big.”
“Actually it’s a jacuzzi,” I grinned.
“Even better!” Lajja said, laughing in delight.
I dressed and collected my papers and laptop. She came out dressed in one the hotel’s bathrobes, looking absolutely gorgeous. I had half a mind to jump her again and finish off what I’d left incomplete. But time wasn’t on my side right then, but it would be, later. I promised to be back soon and take her shopping. She said she would relax a bit, go down to the gym for a workout maybe, sleep a bit.
I returned a couple of hours later. I’d called ahead on my cell phone so she was ready when I got back to the hotel. I changed into casuals and we stepped out. I was lucky to half the rest of the day — and the whole of the next — free to be with her. We had lunch out, and I showed her some of the sights and then took her shopping. We ventured into the sleazier markets and picked up some interesting sex toys — several vibrators, dildoes, butt plugs, Ben-Wa balls, lotions and creams, sheaths and cock-rings — and a couple of hardcore DVDs. There were all kinds of aphrodisiacs and enhancers on sale, too. I’ve always been reluctant to try them — who knows what goes into them, what side-effects they’ll have. But the guy was very persuasive and Lajja was quite taken in by his pitch.
“Just try it,” she whispered. “It might be fun!”
The guy didn’t miss it, either, saw that he had piqued her interest and went into overdrive, making more and more absurd claims. Finally, I succumbed, grumbling light-heartedly, and bought two vials.
“Just two drops in a drink,” the man said, grinning wolfishly. “And you will have magic!”
We came back to the hotel about six and promptly started off, not waiting even to take off our clothes fully. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened out my pants and started sucking my cock hungrily. With the pent-up excitement of the morning, I was soon rock-hard and throbbing. I opened out her blouse and unsnapped her bra as she sucked me, took off my shirt. Fuck, her mouth felt good on my cock! I linked my hands behind her head and fucked her mouth greedily, pushing my cock in and out, pumping my hips to and fro, moving her head back and forth.
“Suck, slut! Suck hard!” I gasped. “Oh fuck yes! Oh yeh! That’s it baby! C’mon! Suck! Ahhhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes!”
I was soon desperate to bury my rod in her hot, wet flesh. I pushed her on her forearms and knees on the bed, her knees at the edge, calves and feet hanging over and, standing on the floor behind her, bent over and started tongue-fucking her cunt — and her ass. She moaned, shuddering in pleasure, her hips swaying erotically. I parted her butt-cheeks and swept my tongue over the puckered flesh of her anus. I knew I could fuck her up the ass any time I wanted — she would never say no. She never did, and neither did Mala or her sister. Fuck, it was a turn on! I pushed two fingers into her cunt and began masturbating her heavily while I continued rimming her ass.
She moaned, sinking her shoulders to the bed, her face turned to one side.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” she went. “Please … fuck me … please please please … shove your cock into my cunt baby … please … oh god I’m so hot!”
Finally satisfied that I had her in the state that I wanted, I straightened and made her turn around — still on all fours — and pushed my cock into her mouth again.
“Yeh, that’s it!” I cried. “Suck hard, slut! Suck my cock! Ahhhh yeh … c’mon! Oh fuck yes!”
I squeezed her pendulous breasts, enjoying their swollen weight, pinching her long nipples, and rummaged in our shopping parcels for the largest vibrator we’d just bought. I ripped open the packaging and slipped in the two battery cells. The vibrator was about eight inches long, very thick, shaped like a big black circumcised cock with thick ridges along the shaft. Almost like the real thing. Stretching my hand down Lajja’s slender, curved back, I pushed it between her legs. She opened them eagerly and I pressed the vibrator into her cunt. Her moan was muffled by my cock filling her face. I pushed the vibrator in deeper and began masturbating her with it. Her hips shook and swayed and her body rocked back and forth in front of me; it was just as if there were two guys fucking her simultaneously.
I turned on the vibrator, moving the switch to full. Lajja went rigid and her fingers dug into my thighs and her head snapped up and her face contorted in agonised delight, her mouth tearing open. I pushed my cock back into her mouth at once. She gagged, moaned, but obeyed. I began running the vibrator in and out of her cunt, keeping it in the full mode. Her muffled moans were loud.
She was on the brink of an orgasm when I stopped, pulling my cock from her mouth and the vibrator from her cunt.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” she sobbed, panting and gasping, waiting for my command.
“From behind, whore,” I said and, obediently, she turned around yet again and shuffled her knees apart.
I positioned my bursting cock-head at her cunt-lips and, holding her hips, rammed myself greedily into her in one deep, piercing, savage thrust. She shrieked softly, her head snapping up, the cry tearing from her throat. Her cunt was in convulsions on my cock.
“Take it, slut!” I cried. “Oh fuck yes, fuck you’re cunt’s so fucking tight yeh take it! Chul, rundi, chul!”
I kept running my cock savagely in and out of her cunt, hammering my thighs at her buttocks. Her body swung back and forth before me. Her breasts swung heavily with my thrusts. I squeezed them hard, then held her hips and began jerking her back and forth hard on my cock. She moaned loudly and turned her face over one slender shoulder. I leaned forward, kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth, at the same time squeezing her breasts.
“Fuck you’re good,” I gasped.
“So are you,” she moaned. “You … just don’t … fuck me often … enough … ahhh … c’mon … do it, baby … do it to me … fuck me … ahhhhh yes … that’s it … oh fuck your cock feels so good in my cunt! C’mon! Take me!”
I went back to it with renewed vigour, plunging deep in and out of her cunt, exulting at her lust-laden moans and cries. She orgasmed wildly and I let myself go, too, thrusting hard into her again and again and finally, buried deep in her cunt, emptied myself into her flesh.
We rested for a bit, showered and strolled out for dinner. We kept it light — there was more fucking ahead of us — and returned around ten. Lajja got into a thong and a ridiculous bikini bra; I pulled on my jock-straps.
“Want to watch a porn flick?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “The gang bang one. The one with lots of those yummy black studs.”
Lajja loves those and likes to fantasize that the girl in them is her, especially if the guy is big, muscular, black and hung like a horse, better still if there is a really good gang bang. It turns her on like nothing else. I set the DVD going and she sat on the sofa with her legs spread while I happily licked her shaven pussy to my heart’s content. I kept tormenting her by not letting her come, stopping just in time so that she was soon just a quivering mass of lust. Just when the porn film came to a point where this gorgeous brunette was blowing a huge black guy I stopped and made Lajja suck my cock. She fell to it feverishly, sucking like her life depended on it. I kept her going, rocking her head back and forth in my hands, fucking her face to my heart’s content.
The movie scene moved to the guy starting to fuck the girl and I did the same with Lajja, following their positions on screen as much as I could (of course I had to fast foward bits because I can’t hold out like those studs!) I began by fucking her on her back on the couch, kneeling upright between her knees and thrusting my cock heavily in and out of her cunt. She flung her slender arms over her head, clutching the opposite arm rest and jerked heavily under my thrusts, her big swollen breasts bouncing sexily, the long nipples standing up hard and stiff. Her face was turned to the screen and she was incredibly aroused. She kept begging me to fuck her harder. I skipped a bit and the second position was with her sitting on my cock with her back to me. She bucked eagerly up and down on my cock, getting more and more frantic and more and more loud. The last bit was from behind and for this I dragged her around the sofa and made her stand on the floor and bend over its back while I entered her really hard from behind and began ram-fucking her. I was pretty gone by this time and hardly able to hold out. I fast forwarded much of this and when she began protesting, I called her names, fucked her even harder, and, in anger, switched it off. I was wild with lust and annoyance now and told her to shut up and right away pulled out of her cunt and pressed my cock to her asshole. She stiffened for a bit but quickly let me in for she loves being fucked up the ass. I grabbed one of the vibrators and shoved it into her cunt at the same time and switched it on full power. She went crazy, writhing and thrashing frantically as I pounded in and out of her ass while the damn vibrator buzzed furiously in her cunt. Her orgasm was thunderous, long and very loud. I managed to let it pass and then pulled out of her, jerked her to her knees and pushed my cock into her mouth where I came within seconds. She moaned and swallowed my cum. We fell to the floor, exhausted and breathless and she said that it was an incredible fuck and asked if I would please fuck her again after we recovered? She’s an amazing piece of ass. Of course, I woke up half way through the night with a raging hard-on and did fuck her again, but it was slower this time.
We slept late, till 10, then showered together — yet another quick fuck — and went down refreshed and relaxed for a leisurely brunch. An idea struck me.
“Laj?”
“Hm?”
I kept my tone very cool, very casual. “Ask you something?”
“Hm?” She was slurping her chocolate shake.
“Would you consider letting my Hong Kong business associate fuck you later this afternoon?”
Still with the straw between her lips, Lajja lifted her eyes to me and I could see they were twinkling with mischief. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Have you planned this all along?” she mumbled.
“No,” laughed. “I have to meet Ravi tomorrow, but it just occurred to me. Would you?”
“Would it help your deal going through?”
“No, not at all. The deal’s already on the table. It’s just the details. There’s no possibility of a rollback at this stage. We’re both in touch with the Australian principals — actually that’s why we’re here. It’s just simpler for me to be here than for eight of them to be in Bombay.”
“And you know Ravi well?”
“Well enough. Decent chap. Got to know him well over the past few months.”
She finished her drink and dabbed at her lips with a napkin. “Has he fucked Mala?”
“No,” I grinned. “They haven’t even met.”
That seemed to ignite a spark in her eyes. I’ll never understand these women. I waited for her response.
“What’s he like? Physically, I mean?”
I laughed softly, knowing what her answer was going to be. “Quite a stud. About six-two or so, very fit and hard-bodied, works out like a beast. Bachelor, lives alone in a stunning studio apartment. Seems to be quite the ladies man. Of course I don’t know about his equipment …”
“That’s a chance I’ll take,” she said softly and her eyes were glittering. “Gosh, this is so erotic! I’m wet just thinking about it!”
“Good girl,” I grinned.
“And will you join in, too?”
“Maybe. Let’s just play that by ear, shall we?”
“Fair enough.”
“Hang on, let me call him now.”
I phoned Ravi and asked if he was free that day (Sunday) and would like to meet. Ravi has been in HK for five or six years. He’s a bachelor and quite a stud and ladies’ man, with a good, dark, well-muscled body — I know he works out hard for 90 minutes every day without fail. He said he was free and would love to meet. I didn’t tell him I was with Lajja. He invited us over at four to his bachelor pad, a really lovely studio apartment in one of HK’s towering high-rises with a stunning view across the harbour and Kowloon.
When we got there, he was visibly surprised to see Lajja, who had dressed up properly for the occasion in a dressy sari, her hair in a bun, long mangalsutra, bindi and kajal. She looked absolutely lovely. Lajja wears her saris just like Sonu (Mala’s sister), extremely sexily, Guju front-pallu style, with low-necked, low-backed, low-shouldered blouses that are short and tight and with no buttons, just a knot in front, and the sari itself slung well below the navel. I could see Ravi appreciating Lajja’s make up and dress.
Before he could greet her as Mala, I jumped in and introduced her straight away as Mala’s cousin, Lajja. For a second, I saw the surprise in Ravi’s eyes, then some confusion and doubt, then a glimmer of unbelieving understanding, just a suspicion really. Again, before he could ask if Mala knew about all this, I snapped open my cell phone, called Mala and had her speak with Lajja. Then Mala said she wanted to have a word with Ravi. I don’t know what she said, but soon he began grinning and laughing in delight.
When he finished, he gave the phone back and said, “You lucky dog! You never told me!”
I laughed happily. “Now you know, and when you visit Bombay next time, you can know more for yourself! There’s Mala and her sister waiting for you!”
Ravi had arranged high tea with wafer-thin cucumber sandwiches. It was refreshing and very pleasant. We watched the evening and the sunset and then Ravi opened up his corner bar which is very well-stocked and put on some soft music. Now that Ravi knew what the score was, it didn’t take very long: he asked Lajja to dance and, given his choice of music, it had to be a slow dance. I could see she was quite attracted to him and, before long, they were swaying to the music with her arms around his neck, his on her waist and hips. I sat and watched. His hands went down to her buttocks and they began to kiss. He began caressing her openly, moving his hands under her sari to her breasts while she slowly unbuttoned his loose shirt and peeled it open and caressed his superbly muscled, V-shaped torso. Her sari was trailing and now it unravelled and she was only in her sheer petticoat and tight blouse.
He wanted to move to the bedroom, assuring us that it also had a great view, which it did. There, Lajja was soon naked except for her jewellery, and, within minutes, on her knees in front of him, opening out his trousers and taking out his cock which was quite long and thick (about eight inches fully erect). I sat quietly in a chair, my shirt open, watching them, not willing to interrupt Ravi’s pleasure. He was loving every minute of it, groaning and grunting as he fucked Lajja’s lovely face, moving his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her sexy mouth. She was getting hotter and hotter with the cock-sucking, hissing and moaning thickly and started to finger-fuck herself and to work her breasts with her free hand. After a long time, he stopped her and they moved to the bed.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, kissing him hard. “Fuck me hard, Ravi, fuck me like a slut! C’mon, do it!” Then she spoke in Hindi to him, saying “Chul, bhadve, chodh mujhe! Jorse chodh! Rundi ki tarah chodh mujhe, jorse!”
As expected, the words aroused him. He jerked her legs apart and entered her in a rush, thrusting deep into her and making her gasp and cry out and arch under him. Her moan aroused him. Her legs went tight under his buttocks and she pulled him in deeper into her cunt.
“Hanh! Aise! Aur jorse! Phaad de mere chuth ko!” she gasped. “Lootle meri izzat, Ravi!”
He began fucking her hard and she cried out joyously, thrashing on the bed under his pounding, her body jerking, tits bouncing, her face flipping sexily from side to side. I thought he was rushing it too much and spoke up at last and sharply told him to take it easy — he had all the time in the world to enjoy her. At that he regained a measure of control and acquired a smoother, steadier rhythm. Now he was fucking her for his own pleasure. He reared upright on his knees, grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs high and wide so that she was pinned on her back to the bed. His hips swung swiftly back and forth with a smart snap of the hips and I could see his big cock crushing wetly in and out of her cunt. On the bed, Lajja whimpered, her hands working her breasts slowly in deep lust. Ravi went faster and faster, now responding to her calls in a similar manner.
“Chul, rundi, chul!” I heard him say. “Lele mere lavde ko, rahnd! Lele!”
He bent over her on outstretched arms, his muscles rippling powerfully, his hips rising and falling faster and faster. I could see his cock plunging in and out of her cunt and I thought of Mala and Sonu back home and how they must be doing pretty much the same thing with one of the naukars. It was a very erotic vision.
On the bed, they had changed position and now Lajja was mounting him, slowly lowering her cunt onto his cock, going down in a deep squat (not just kneeling). She was obviously very, very hot. Her moans were loud and loud and she began bouncing on his lap, running her cunt up and down on his cock-shaft, her breasts jumping, her mangalsutra flying. He squeezed her breasts hard. A little later, he made her move onto her knees, held her up by the waist and began hammering his hips furiously up and down under her. I could hear his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks and her loud, broken cries. Her breasts jiggled heavily.
Though she had asked me to join in, I decided, seeing how much they were enjoying themselves, to stay out for now. I only mentioned to Ravi, when they broke apart again, that he should not forget to sample her up the ass. He looked at me in grateful wonder and surprise at that and I knew that he would definitely sodomize Lajja.
“And she drinks cum,” I grinned, just for good measure. “Loves a splashy cum down her throat and over her face and tits, this one! In fact, they all do!”
“Is that right?” Ravi said with an animal growl. “Okay, whore, let’s do it!”
He flipped her over onto her front, pushed her shoulders steeply down onto the bed and got astride her butt in a deep squat. His cock ran into her cunt like a spear and she cried out softly, her slender fingers tight on the sheets. He threw his head back, growled, and began ram-fucking her furiously, pounding his big cock in and out of her cunt. On all fours beneath him, Lajja cried out her pleasure. Several minutes later, he dropped to his knees behind her and took up a steadier and more unhurried rhythm, holding her hips and rocking her body back and forth on his cock. Now she was on her forearms and knees. He went faster and faster in this position, now holding her shoulders and savagely jerking her cunt back down onto his cock. Her mouth was torn open and he pressed two fingers into it, twined his hand in her hair as if he was really riding a mare. Her breasts and mangalsutra swung heavily. He crushed her tits in his hands, rubbing the metal chain over her nipples.
His control was incredible. He just didn’t seem to tire. As I watched, he pushed her down flat on her front and stretched his body in a steep angle over her, balanced on his outstretched arms and knees. I could see his big cock half-embedded between her butt-cheeks. She lifted her butt slightly to give him deeper access.
“Take it, whore!” he growled and began fucking her heavily with a deep, skewering action.
Beneath him, Lajja whimpered, her face turned on one side, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
“OHHH uhh OHHH yes oh fuck yes oh yes ohhhhh uh ohma uhh oh uhhh OH yes oh yes oh yes c’mon Ravi … fuck me … fuck me! Oh yes oh god you fucker you fucker you fucker c’mon! Fuck me!”
He laughed in delight, plunging his cock faster and faster in and out of her cunt. I watched, mesmerized as it rose and fell, appeared and disappeared between the creamy lobes of her buttocks, glistening with their coital fluids.
“Now!” he cried suddenly. “Time to fuck you up the ass, slut!”
Again he went back to that deep-squat over her hips and fucked her cunt for a while longer. By this time, Lajja had already had two orgasms and was well on her way to her third. He stopped fucking her cunt and moved his cock to her butt. I saw him ease it in, groaning and gasping at the wonderful tightness while, beneath him, she gasped and shrieked softly, her face contorting, her fingers like claws on the bed. In and in he went, burying himself to the hilt in her rear channel. Lajja’s voice was cracked and hoarse and her breathing came in short, sharp, jagged, sobbing gasps. Positioned above her, Ravi began sodomizing her slowly and deeply and thoroughly, sliding his cock way out and then easing it in again, very slowly gathering speed. Lajja’s moans grew louder and louder and I saw her push her hand under her body, between her legs, and arch her slim middle finger — the one with the wedding ring on it — into her cunt, vibrating her clit frantically. She began to orgasm and he gasped as her cunt and ass bit down hard. Still he continued for a few minutes more and then he pulled out of her and was stand astride on the bed. Instantly, she turned and sat up between his legs, sucking his cock eagerly, pumping it in her fingers. He came within seconds, his thick, copious flood of cum spewing into her mouth and dribbling over her cheeks and lips and breasts.
Half an hour we took our leave, Ravi and Lajja kissing deeply at the door, she thanking him for a great fuck and he doing the same.
“I can’t wait to come to Bombay to come and fuck your wife and her sister,” he laughed. “This is incredible.”
“You just wait and see,” I said happily. “You will be completely blown away! And then there are the maids — some incredible pieces of ass in my place — and a couple of the numbers at the office!”
“Man, you are one lucky, randy dog!” he said. “I envy you and I salute you!”
Lajja and I returned to the hotel, a shower, late dinner from room service and then quietly to bed. We just lay close, naked, kissing and caressing, not fucking yet. That came later, in the middle of the night, when I felt her lips on my cock and was sucked to hard wakefulness. I had a meeting the next day and then we were flying out and we wanted this to be special, so I stopped, lit some perfumed candles, put on music and the porn DVD and proceeded to fuck her unhurriedly, gently, in every way that she wanted, for as long as I could, for as long as she would have me. She was still sleeping when I left for work the next day.