Talk To Me

by Mixo

They fell asleep at dawn in a tangle of limbs, their bodies tacky with sweat and semen and cunt-juice. It was past noon when Anita woke to the touch of Raunak’s tongue on her nipple. She murmured softly and smiled as she opened her eyes. Her nipple stiffened slowly and he looked up and grinned at her.

“Good morning,” she said drowsily, her voice full of sleep.

“Good afternoon, actually.”

“What time is it?”

“Nearly two.”

She caressed his head and closed her eyes again in pleasure, slowly arching her back. Her breast grew warm and turgid as he plied it gently with his tongue and teeth and lips.

“How long have you been up?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “If you mean awake, an hour or so. But I’m not up yet.”

She giggled. “I can take care of that,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

Gently, she pushed him over onto his back and turned across him. Delicately tracing the line of his jaw and lips with her fingertip, she smiled down at him. Her hair framed her pretty face, falling in a loose curtain over her naked shoulder. Raunak caressed her face and cupped her breast gently.

“Are you busy today?” she murmured, bending her head to his chest.

“Nope. All yours.”

“Good,” she said. “I’m going to make the most of it.”

“You’d better,” he laughed. “That’s why you’re here.”

His laughter turned into a sigh of pleasure as Anita slithered downward and he felt her soft lips brush across his belly. She nuzzled his crotch, scraping the length of his gargantuan penis with her teeth.

It was incredible: even limp, it was ten inches long and thick as her wrist. She knew now that when he was ready, it would be a rock-hard, searing hot, electrically pulsating pillar, eleven and a half inches long and nearly three inches thick. Only Kishore, his best friend had a bigger penis, and only slightly. But with all his skill, even Kishore lacked the control and sheer sexual mastery of this man.

Last night, Raunak had quite literally fucked her brains out. He toyed with her body without respite, exploring and examining every inch of her flesh with his lips and fingers and teeth and tongue and cock, deftly keeping her on the verge of an orgasm till she was almost screaming with frustration. She had never known such intense lust. Gasping and panting, she begged for release. Yet he denied her, tormenting and teasing her mercilessly. When he finally relented, her orgasm was shattering, a prolonged and intense climax in which wave after wave crashed over her heaving, gasping, writhing body.

Raunak did not come. Stunned, she realised that he was far from done with her. He was scarcely out of breath. His erection had not waned a bit. Within minutes, he was fucking her again, deftly fanning her lust-fires.

Anita lost count of the number of times he fucked her, taking her in every orifice, in every way she knew and many she didn’t. Powerless to resist, she succumbed to his every demand, even when he fucked her ass half a dozen times. Astonishingly, despite the monstrous size of his penis, she felt no pain, only a profound joy and exhilaration.

She had innumerable orgasms, and then he fucked her for his own pleasure, bending her to his will. By turns gentle and brutal, he drove her to fresh paroxysms of his joy as he raced to his own climax. He came again and again. His jizz-load was awesome: he flooded her cunt and mouth and ass repeatedly, and spattered her torso with thick streamers of white-hot cum that settled on her like ticker-tape. Sated at last, he made her close her eyes and gently caressed her naked body with his fingers, massaging his gunk into her breasts and cunt and thighs and buttocks and belly and face. Dizzy with pleasure, she fell asleep in his arms, her body slippery with sweat and cum.

Now she took the heavy penis in her fingers and lifted it to her lips. Slowly, she drew the huge bulb of his cock-head into her mouth, swirling her tongue lasciviously around it. Gently, she took more and more of it in her mouth and began to suck it, her head rising and falling steadily. His arms crossed behind his head, Raunak craned his neck to watch her, a smile playing on his lips. Spreading his legs, he began to pump his hips steadily at her face, fucking her mouth. She moaned deep in her throat, fondling his low, loaded balls, dipping her head to suckle them one by one. She was an unusually good lover, and had surprised him with her skill and talent. Raunak was pleased. She would make a valuable addition to his brothel. He had every intention of putting her to work servicing his extremely well-heeled clientele.

His penis swelled slowly, bloating in her mouth, distending her face. Raunak watched as her cock-sucking grew urgent: her head rocked swiftly up and down and she moaned and keened deep in her throat, moving her face languorously from side to side, tonguing and teething and sucking his rising cock. He watched her squeeze her breasts and slide a hand to her crotch and start masturbating. She loved sucking cock. It throbbed now, and he felt his balls surge powerfully with lust. He wanted to come in her mouth. Sensing it, she sucked harder on his cock and he chuckled softly when he felt her desperately trying to pierce the slit in his cock-head with her tongue. It was a wonderfully erotic sensation and, sighing with pleasure, he let himself go. His jizz spurted and Anita moaned, opening her mouth wide and pumping his cock furiously with one hand, the other pistoning between her thighs. The jizz splashed into her mouth and spattered her face and breasts.

Gasping, she rose, straddling his hips. His cock was still rock-hard and erect. Kneeling across his lap, she lifted her hips over his cock and, holding it in one hand, slowly impaled her cunt on his cock-head with a sharp gasp. Raunak slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, slimy with fresh jizz. Her head arched back, suffused with pleasure and she reached behind her to cup his balls. Raunak squeezed her swollen breasts, flicking her rigid nipples with his fingernails. Anita shuddered. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered shut. She moaned softly. Her long hair tumbled about her naked shoulders. His hands slithered down to her buttocks and, pulling them open, he pressed a fingertip to her anus and began to move her hips in gentle circles. Anita bent forward on outstretched arms, her turgid breasts pendulous. Her hips gyrated slowly over his, her cunt swirling over his cock-head. Slowly, her cunt sank as his hips rose and his cock pierced through into her cunt. Anita gasped, her head snapping back, her mouth opening in a wide ‘O’ of lust, tendons standing out in her neck. Raunak crushed her breasts with one hand and squeezed her buttocks with the other.

“Take it,” he murmured. “Come on, bitch, take it!”

“Ohhhh! Unhhh, OHHH! Ohhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes! OHHHHHH yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh yes!”

“Take it, come on, take it, whore, take it,” he grunted.

Anita’s body crackled with lust. Panting and moaning, she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, sliding her cunt up and down his shaft. He held her hips and buttocks and moved her on his cock, pumping his hips rhythmically under her. Faster and faster they went, and her breasts jumped and jiggled and her silver necklace danced on her dusky skin. Bending forward, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue greedily into her mouth. He could taste his cum on her lips and tongue. He squeezed her buttocks hard and thrust up deep into her. Her head snapped back and she cried out, jerking furiously on his lap. He rocked her still faster, jerking her savagely down onto his cock again and again and she orgasmed violently, gasping and stiffening, crying out in pleasure. Raunak gasped softly as her cunt convulsed frenetically on his tool. He slammed his hips upward repeatedly, thrusting into her over and over again and finally let himself go. Anita groaned softly, a smile of pleasure lighting her face as she felt the sharp sting of his fiery jizz in her cunt.

They lay together for a while, caressing each other dreamily. Then they showered together, and she trembled with renewed lust as he fondled her under the steaming, stinging spray. Kneeling before him, she sucked his penis till he was erect again and then he lifted her in his arms and fucked her hard, standing under the shower.

At his insistence, she dressed in a long, loose kurta of transparent light pink cotton, leaving all the buttons open. He wore denim jeans and nothing else. They sat out on the sprawling terrace of the penthouse and devoured an enormous breakfast. Anita was ravenously hungry.

It was a wonderful day, clear and bright and surprisingly cool for the time of year. Anita sipped her freshly squeezed orange juice and studied her surroundings with pleasure. It was the most exquisite house she had ever seen. Sunlight sparkled on the clear water of the swimming pool and the sprawling lawn was a lush green carpet. Anita felt relaxed and sated. Raunak pushed back his chair and, lighting a cigarette over his coffee, smiled at her.

“Ready to talk?”

“What about?”

“You. Tell me about you.”

She looked at him curiously. “What about me?”

“I want to hear your story. How you got here. Where you live. Most of all, your sexual history. When you first got laid, by whom, how often. All of it.”

A young servant came to clear the table. Anita glanced at him. He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, dark and well-built. He was dressed only in a tight jock-strap, his buttocks naked. Anita wasn’t surprised. She knew that all the servants in the house were good-looking young men and women who moved around almost entirely naked, unashamed of displaying their beautiful bodies.

Everyone here copulated frequently and openly. The night before, when he brought her home, she saw people fucking everywhere: in every bedroom, in the kitchen, in the bathrooms, out on the terrace, in the pool, in the little gym, in the servant’s quarters, on the dining table and on the living room floor. Raunak told her that some were guests, other relatives. Anita recognised half a dozen men and women from his office where she had first met him when she applied for a job. Even his wife, the ravishing Sunnu, was being fucked by two servants simultaneously.

Now the house was quiet and calm. Everyone had left. The servants were at their chores. There was no sign of his wife.

“Where’s Sunnu?” Anita asked.

“She left early this morning. She’s spending the weekend at our beach house with some friends. I’m going down tomorrow. Would you like to come?”

Anita smiled. “Yes, yes I would. Thank you.”

“Fine. Tell you what. Let’s go down later tonight. After dinner here. That gives us the rest of the day together, and we have the house to ourselves.”

Anita nodded and smiled. She looked at the servant again and saw that he had an exceptionally long and thick penis. For some strange reason, she was feeling horny again. She couldn’t imagine why, after all that fucking. The lust grew relentlessly, wetting her crotch and making her breasts swell. Her eyes lingered on the bulge between the servant’s legs. He flicked a glance at her and smiled gently. Raunak watched them, his eyes twinkling.

“This is Anil,” he said. “He’s a fine lover. Would you like him to fuck you?”

Anita smiled prettily. “Yes,” she said. “I think I would like that very much indeed.”

Anil and Raunak chuckled softly.

“Then you shall have him,” Raunak said. “There are others, too. You can fuck them all, if you want. After you’ve told me what I want to know.”

Anita giggled. She had never felt so incredibly turned on and positively slutty. “I believe this is going to be a heavenly weekend.”

She stretched a hand and drew a finger down the length of Anil’s penis. He turned slightly and moved closer. Anita smiled and squeezed his cock through his jock-strap. It felt big and heavy. She slid her fingers under the cloth, caressing his penis and balls.

“My, my,” she murmured. “This is really something.”

She pulled the jock-strap down to his thighs. His cock bounced out, thick and long. Anita lifted it in her hands and caressed her face with it. The young servant grinned. Her lips parted and she sucked his cock-head gently. The youth grunted and his cock quivered and hardened between her lips.

“I want to be fucked,” Anita said. “May I?” Anita asked Raunak.

Raunak laughed and waved his hand. “Go ahead. But then we must talk.”

“Yes, I promise.”

Anita pulled the servant closer and slipped her lips around his penis. Raunak watched them with a smile. Anil groaned and his hands went down to her head. His penis swelled rapidly, distending her face. He began to fuck her mouth slowly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head at his crotch. His glistening cock went in and out of her mouth.

“Mm … yes … suck it … c’mon, bitch … suck my prick … yeh, that’s it … suck it hard, bitch … yeh … oh fuck yes! Oh yes, that’s it … keep going, whore … keep sucking!”

He bent his head and watched, gasping softly. Anita sucked the young man’s penis hungrily for several minutes, using her tongue and teeth and lips adroitly. He thrust his hands into her kurta and squeezed her breasts feverishly. She moaned in her throat and, pulling up her kurta, thrust a hand between her thighs. His cock spurted pre-cum jizz and she opened her mouth wide, catching the drops of gunk on her tongue and swallowing them greedily. Anil groaned. Her hand pumped in her crotch. He held her head and rocked it back and forth between his legs, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth, fucking her mouth with visible pleasure. His belly rippled inward and he gasped and groaned, his mouth open, head bent to watch her. The erotically tangy, musky taste and heat of his cock in her mouth aroused her. Moaning with excitement, she sucked harder still.

He pulled away and, her eyes glittering with excitement, Anita got to her feet and turned around to lean forward on the table on her arms, lifting her kurta high under her arms. Panting with lust, Anil pulled her buttocks open and quickly squeezed his quivering penis between them. He paused with his cock-head at her cunt-lips.

“C’mon Anil,” she groaned. “Fuck me! Quickly! Fuck my slit!”

Gripping her hips, taking a deep breath, the servant flexed his buttocks and thrust his hips forward. His cock, now eight inches long and nearly two inches thick, surged into her belly and he gasped at the sudden heat and tightness of her cunt, its frantic convulsing. Anita cried out, her face screwing up in lust, her head whipping up, her mouth open in an ululating cry, her lips drawn back over her white, even teeth.

“Oh ma uhhh OHHHHHHHHHHH OH UHNEEEL unhhhhh OHHHHH!” she cried. “Oh uh hanh uhh oh uhh oh oh oh uhh OHHHHHH!”

“Ahhhhhh uhhhh hanh … hanh … hanh … uhhh OHHH uhh ahhh!” the servant gasped in deep pleasure, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her volcanic cunt.

In and in he went till his thighs pressed at her buttocks and his balls at her cunt-lips. Anita moaned and gasped, her chest heaving, her buttocks writhing against his crotch, her cunt impaled by his enormous penis. It was wonderful in her slit, hot and hard, throbbing and pulsating erotically.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Anil! Fuck me hard!”

The lad’s handsome head arched back and, holding her hips, he began to fuck her rapidly, pounding his hips at her buttocks. Raunak watched his servant’s glistening, swollen penis grinding in and out of Anita’s cunt, appearing and disappearing between her curved buttocks. She loved it.

“OHHH yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh ma uhh hanh uhh oh ma uhh hanh!” she went.

She gasped and cried out obscenely, jerking back and forth under the youth, forcing her cunt along the length of his shaft. Her breasts bounced and swung with their motions. Faster and faster they went, rapidly hitting a furious pace. Anil’s thighs cannoned off her buttocks and he thrust in deeper and harder and faster.

“Take it! Ohhh yes! Take it, whore! Take my cock!” he gasped ecstatically. “Chul rundi chul … le le mere lavde ko … aur le … unhhhh hanh … yeh le … chul saali kutti chul … uhhh ohhh uhhh hanh uhh ohhh uhh hanh uhhh ohhh ahhh uhhh hanh chul!”

“Yes!” Anita gasped. “Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Anil! Fuck my slit! Ohhhhh yes! Ohh fuck yes, baby, yes … give it to me, lover … fuck me hard!”

Anil slammed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her cunt with a cruel swing of his hips. Anita cried out in pleasure, her buttocks writhing erotically against his thighs.

“Ohhh god yes! It feels so good! OHHHH … Unhhh yes … shove it in baby … stick it all in … I want it all! Ohhhhh yes! That’s it! Yes! There! Ohhhh yes … fuck yes … fuck me, Anil … fuck me harder!”

Faster and faster he went, his hips rocketing furiously back and forth, his thighs slapping at her buttocks, his cock plunging greedily in and out of her cunt. Her swollen breasts jiggled and bounced as she rocked and lurched and jerked under his thrusts. Her face was a vision of lust, the nostrils flared, the mouth open, her pretty eyes half-closed. She groaned in pleasure, swirling her buttocks erotically against his pistoning penis.

“Anil — fuck her up her ass,” Raunak said softly. “She likes that.”

The servant obeyed immediately. Pulling out of her cunt, he pressed his cock-head to her anus. Anita groaned and relaxed her sphincter. Anil flexed his buttocks and squeezed his cock into her asshole with a loud cry. Anita screamed softly, her face twisting with delight, her hands clawing at the table. The breath whooshed from her throat, and her face contorted in a rictus of lust. His cock seared in her anal channel, hot, hard, commanding.

“OHHHHHHHHhuhhohma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh OHHHHHHH!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh yes! Ohhhh fuck yes!” the servant cried, gasping as her anus bit down hard on his cock.

“Fuck her hard!” Raunak commanded. “Ram it in!”

Anil gasped and thrust powerfully forward. His cock vanished into Anita’s rear channel. She cried out, and he squeezed her buttocks over his cock and began to fuck her rapidly, rocking his hips quickly back and forth, driving his distended penis in and out of her ass. Anita rocked and writhed under him, gasping obscenely. The young man gasped as her asshole convulsed on his penis. Faster and faster they went, his cock skewering her anus mightily. Anita orgasmed violently, mewing and gasping her passion, her body rocking and jerking and thrashing frantically under the young servant.

“Now. In her mouth again!” Raunak snapped.

Gasping, Anil lurched out of her anus and pulled her off the table to her knees before him and quickly forced his cock into her mouth. Anita sucked it greedily, her head rocking swiftly back and forth. Anil fucked her face hungrily, rocking her head back and forth between his legs, pumping his hips at the same time. Within seconds, he came with a shuddering groan and she opened her mouth and let him watch his jizz spurt into her throat and spatter her face.

Gasping, he stepped back, muttering his thanks. She smiled up at him, licking his cum off her lips with a lascivious ripple of her tongue. Anil grinned and, reaching down, scooped cum off her cheek and pressed it to her mouth. Pulling up his jock-strap, he began to clear the table. Anita returned to her chair and took a deep draught of her orange juice.

“Now,” Raunak murmured with a smile. “Talk to me. Tell me all.”