Dirty Amber In India

They woke late the next morning and fucked again. Suresh was roused
the touch of her lips on his cock and his penis ballooned swiftly in
her mouth. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, then fucked again in
the shower when he took her standing, from behind. Finally, almost
reluctantly, they left their suite and went down to a late brunch. He
watched her butter a croissant and nibble on it delicately, almost
sensuously and grew aroused again. He pressed his hand to her thigh
under the table.

“I want to fuck you. Now. Let’s go,” he whispered.

She smiled. “No,” she murmured. “Later. Now I want you to take a
walk.”

“What?”

“Remember what I told you last night? Well, this is it. So please go
out, anywhere you like. Be back in forty-five minutes. And then this
is what you must do. Are you listening?”

“Yes.”

“When you come back, don’t knock on the door. Open it with your key.
Quietly. Very quietly. Go through the living area of the suite onto the
terrace outside and cross to the bedroom doors, the ones that open out
on the terrace. Whatever you do, don’t come in. First look into the
room. Don’t be surprised or upset by anything you see. I think you’ll
like it.”

“And then?”

She smiled. “Then let your heart and mind decide. You’ll know what to
do.”

“Patience, my love,” she smiled, her bewitching eyes dancing.
“Patience.”

And so, after the meal, Suresh and Sayali parted for the first time in
three days. She went up alone to the suite and Suresh went out for a
walk. He browsed through the pretty bazaar, bought some chocolates and
cheese for her, meandered around the edge of the lake, noticing that
there were plenty of pleasure boats for a leisurely evening out. He
forced himself to wait, but itched to get back to her. Time seemed to
crawl. He sat by the lake, smoked a cigarette and, closing his eyes,
snoozed in the dappled sunlight. His mind filled with erotic fantasies
as he saw himself fucking his beautiful, naked wife, plundering her
flesh, making her moan and gasp erotic obscenities as he entered her
again and again. The dream was vivid and vibrant and Suresh acquired a
huge erection. He squirmed on the park bench.

His digital watch chimed and he woke with a start. It was almost time.
Gathering his things, he hurried back to the hotel. His pulse
quickened as he got out of the elevator and went up to his door. He
inserted the key in the door and silently let himself in. The room had
been cleaned and serviced. There were fresh flowers in the vase on a
small circular table and the thick drapes at the French windows
leading to the deck were drawn back, and the fine muslin curtains
carefully arranged in scallops. The doors were open and sunlit flooded
the room. The curtains rippled in the gentle breeze. The door to the
bedroom was shut. Suresh dropped his purchases on a side table and
cautiously stepped across the room and went out onto the terrace. It
was empty, except for a round wrought-iron table and chairs arranged
under a colourful sun umbrella. He noticed that the doors that led
from the bedroom to the terrace were also open, the drapes similarly
pulled wide, the muslin inner curtains half-drawn. He heard voices,
sounds, strange sounds from the bedroom. He crept along the terrace
and looked in.

As long as he lived, he would never forget the sight that met his
eyes. Sayali, his bride of all three days, was on her knees on the
carpeted floor of the bedroom. She was wearing only a terry-cloth
bathrobe.

Standing before her was the room-service steward who had delivered
their meal the previous night. His shirt was pulled off, and his
trousers were unzipped. Sayali was sucking his cock.

He was a handsome man, tall and lean with a fine-featured, aquiline,
rugged face. His body was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders, a
deep chest, neatly cleaved in the centre, a flat, hard belly, narrow
waist and high hips. His arms and legs were long and bulged with
muscle. He was clean-shaven, square-jawed and his eyes were deep and
dark. His thick black hair was swept clear off his forehead.

He groaned softly, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his mouth
open. His hands were on Sayali’s head, rocking it steadily back and
forth between his thighs. His hips pumped at her face. Suresh could
see his inflamed penis glistening between her lips. Her face was
distended by its size. She held the cock in one fist and pumped it
vigorously as she sucked and licked his cock-head. His hands slipped
to her shoulders and he pulled her gown open and slid his hands down
to her breasts.

He bent his head and looked down at her, gasping in delight. “C’mon
whore – suck it! Suck my cock, bitch! Do it!” he grunted.

Suresh went stone cold. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing.
Hot tears pricked his eyes and his legs buckled. He slid to the floor
and moaned softly, burying his head in his hands, his back to the
wall. From the room, the steward’s loud gasps burned in his ears.

“Oh baby yes! Yes! C’mon, whore, suck it harder! That’s it – oh fuck
yes!”

Suresh’s mind whirled in confusion and rage. The sex with Sayali had
been glorious, better than he had imagined possible. She seemed to
love it, too, and had said so, repeatedly. How could she be doing
this, then? How had he failed?

The rage rose like a suppurating sore and rancid bile filled his
throat. For several minutes, he sat there, rocking back and forth,
whimpering softly. He forced himself to take control, taking long,
deep breaths and steadying his breathing. He thought of what she had
said and asked of him, of his promise. Clearly, she was not a virgin.
He could have left it at that. Instead, he had pressed for an
explanation; she hadn’t volunteered one.

She could have given him a hundred different lies and he would never
have known better. Instead, she had offered to tell him the truth.
Even there, she gave him a choice. Suresh realised that Sayali was
doing this quite deliberately, to show him what he wanted to know,
needed to know, had to know. She had kept her word. He would have to
keep his. He loved her too much not to.

He lurched to his feet and went to the French windows again and looked
in. They were on the bed now, and the steward lay on his back, naked,
while she sucked and licked his throbbing penis lasciviously, slowly
running her teeth up and down the nine-inch long shaft. Suresh noticed
with a pang of envy that his penis was much larger than his own, his
body was harder and better muscled.

He saw her eyes glitter with lust as she dragged her tongue up the
glistening shaft, her lips wide, her cheeks and breasts flecked with
pre-cum gunk. The waiter craned his neck and grinned at her.

“Keep sucking, bitch!” he murmured. “You give great head. Always
loved sucking cock, didn’t you?”

Suresh started. How often had they done this? How did she know him?
When was she here? How long had they been lovers? A thousand
unanswered questions flooded his mind.

He watched as Sayali bent her head and drew his cock deep in her
mouth, sucking it slowly and heavily, working it with her tongue. The
man’s cock spurted and she moaned, swallowing his pre-cum seed.

“Please,” she murmured. “Come in my mouth. I want to drink your jizz.”

“No chance, bitch,” he grinned and pushed her head away.

Sayali’s head rose, and she smiled wantonly. “Then lick my slit.
Tongue-fuck me.”

“Anytime, whore!”

She slid up his body, kissing and licking it like a whore, sucking and
licking his nipples. Suresh watched as she kissed him deeply,
thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her legs spread on either side of
his body. She slithered higher, unbelting her robe and pulling it
wide. Her breasts were swollen and hard, her nipples rigid with
excitement. She lifted them to his lips and he sucked on them, kneaded
them, squeezed them together and sucked both nipples simultaneously.

“Ohhh yes!” she gasped, clenching his head.

Whimpering and gasping, she slid higher and his tongue and lips
pressed to her naked belly as she moved. She knelt over his face and,
spreading her legs wide, pulled her cunt-lips open with the fingers of
one hand. The steward gripped her buttocks and thrust his face into
her crotch.

“Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes! Do it, Michael baby yes! Ohhh fuck fuck
yes!”

Sayali’s obscenities rang in her husband’s ears. He watched,
transfixed, as she moaned and gasped, her hips writhing and swaying
over the hotel employee’s face. His tongue probed her slit, darting in
and out of her visibly wet crack. His finger slid between her buttocks
and she whimpered as she felt it at her anus. He sucked her gorged
clitoris and she hissed in pleasure, one palm flat on her sucked-in
belly, the other crushing and kneading her swollen breasts in an agony
of lust. She began to jerk and bounce on his face, her hands under her
breasts, her head arched back, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in
a wide ‘O’.

“Do it! Do it – god yes – shove it in deeper, babe – OHHHHH yes!
Lick my slit, Michael Ohhh MichUHHHHHl yes!”

She moaned and panted, and stroked herself sensuously, caressing her
face and breasts and belly and thighs, hissing in pleasure as he
swirled his tongue through her sodden cunt. Getting off his face, she
sat propped against the bedstead, her knees drawn up and spread wide.
The waiter flipped over and pushed his head into her crotch. She
gripped his hair and moved his head round and round between her
thighs, her hips jerking and lurching, her face flipping from side to
side, her hands caressing her breasts. Suresh watched as she twined
her fingers in her *mangasutra* and rolled the rough beads over her
rigid nipples.

“OhmaunhhhOHHHHH!” she cried as the man jammed two fingers into her
cunt and masturbated her vigorously, his tongue flickering rapidly in
her slit.

Her back arched, her breasts thrust outward and her head jerked to one
side. Her face was radiant with lust, her mouth torn open in a wide
‘O’, her eyes closed and she squeezed her swollen breasts in a frenzy.
The man pumped his hand furiously at her crotch.

When he finally stopped, Sayali was panting and moaning like a bitch
in heat. He straightened and she flung herself forward and buried her
face in his crotch, sucking his rampant penis greedily and hungrily.
There was no mistaking the lust in her. She wanted it. There was no
pretense.

The man fucked her face rapidly for several minutes, jerking her head
back and forth in both hands, pumping his hips at her mouth. His head
bent to watch her, he gasped and groaned and then chuckled softly as
she played with her breasts and fingered her slit. He pushed her head
away abruptly.

Moaning, her chest heaving, Suresh’s bride turned around on the bed on
her forearms and knees, her naked buttocks thrust back at the steward.
She spread her legs apart and he shuffled forward, his swollen penis
in his hand and squeezed it between her buttocks.

“Want it in your ass, bitch?” he chortled. “Like in the good old days?
You always liked it in your butt, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “But later – first – first fuck my cunt, Mike!”

In the ass? Like the old days? The way she liked it? Suresh could
hardly believe his ears. His beautiful bride had not only slept with
this man, she had been sodomised by him! And she had enjoyed it,
wanted it! The questions erupted again, confusing and clouding his
mind. He moaned softly in despair.

Before his eyes, Michael squeezed his cock-head into Sayali’s cunt.
She moaned softly, her head lifting, biting her lower hip. He groaned
his joy, his fingertips on her buttocks and arched his head. Suresh
watched as his powerful buttocks flexed slowly and his hips slid
forward. The monstrous penis disappeared into her cunt, vanishing
between the curved lobes of her buttocks.

“Oh fuck yes!” she gasped in joy, her face radiant. “Oh god Michael
that’s so good! Come on, lover – Shove it in! Deeper! Ahh yes! That’s
it! Ohh yes!”

Her body rocked forward as the steward drilled his penis into her
flesh. He gasped, his buttocks flexed taut, his thighs pressed to
hers, his balls against her buttocks. His hands slid up her body and
he squeezed her large, succulent, pendulous breasts. She turned her
face and he leaned over to kiss her. Suresh noticed her hungry, ardent
response.

“Come on, Michael! Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!” she gasped.

He chuckled softly. “Yeh, right, like a whore. It’s what you are,
right, bitch? A regular whore! Always were, always will be, eh,
whore?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes – I’m a whore, Michael – a randy whore!”

He eased his buttocks backward, his cock glistening out of her cunt,
emerging from the curves of her buttocks. She moaned softly and he
slid slowly back into her again, going in deep, till he was embedded
in her cunt. She whimpered and rocked under him, moaning in pleasure,
her buttocks swaying and writhing erotically against his. Her long
*mangasutra* swung and slithered back and forth. Michael twined his
fingers in it and rolled it across her rigid nipples. Sayali groaned,
whimpering in unmistakable pleasure. They fucked slowly and
unhurriedly, like lovers do, in no visible anxiety about time or being
caught at it. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung back
and forth and his cock glided smoothly in and out of her cunt,
emerging and disappearing between her buttocks.

“So tell me, cunt,” he said. “When did you first start doing this?”

“Fuck you, Michael,” she gasped thickly, rocking and swaying
passionately under him.

“No babe. Fuck you. Come on, tell me.”

“What, damn it? Tell you what?”

“How you got to be such a whore. Who you first fucked. When. And after
him, who. All of it.”

“Later,” she gasped. “Not now.”

“No. Now.”

“Fuck you, you bastard,” she hissed.

“Tell me, bitch, or I’m gonna walk out of here and tell the world
about you. I’m sure that wimpy husband of yours would like to hear
about the whore he got suckered into marrying,” the steward sneered.

“You motherfucker,” she snarled over her shoulder at him, her face red
with rage. “Don’t you dare hurt Suresh.”

“Oh, his name’s Suresh is it? Suresh the wimp.” Michael jeered and
rocked his cock in and out of her cunt, holding her by the waist,
keeping her pinned.

Suresh noticed that she made no attempt to break free, just kept
rocking her cunt back and forth along his shaft. Her breasts wobbled
and swung.

“Listen, you bastard,” she said softly in a voice that trembled with
anger. “I love that man. I love him with all my heart, more than I
have anyone else in my life.”

“Balls.”

“It’s the goddamned truth. I’ve fucked men, and I’ve had friends, but
I’ve never had a friend whose also a lover or the other way around.
Look at you. You’re not a friend. You just fuck me.”

“And you love it, and you love me.”

“No, sisterfucker, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t love you. I love
being fucked by you, but it’s not you that I love. It’s your cock and
your body and things you do to me with it. And you’re just another
prick, that’s it. I’ve had others, and they were just as good, and I
loved it just as much.”

“And Suresh, tell me you like fucking him, too. Tell me he’s good in
bed.”

“He is. He’s fantastic.”

“Balls.”

“Fuck you. He’s a lover like you’ll never be, Michael motherfucker.
Because he’s kind and decent and gentle and he loves me. I have
orgasms with him that make me want to cry. That good. You just bring
me off. That’s the difference, if you must know.”

“Yeah, I believe you,” the man chuckled, completely unperturbed,
arrogant in his ophelimity. “Explains why you called me here to fuck
you. Makes a whole load of sense.”

Laughing in disbelief, he continued fucking her unhurriedly. His hips
slid forward, his cock squeezed into her cunt; he paused, then slowly
withdrew, and paused again. Holding her waist, his buttocks flexing
and unflexing alternately with his thrusts, the steward fucked Sayali.
She whimpered softly, writhing in unfaked pleasure under him, her body
lurching and rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees.

Slowly, he built up speed. His motions grew faster and his thrusts
went in deeper. Sayali gasped and cried out, jerking forward under his
lunges. Faster and faster he went, his hips swinging rapidly. Holding
her hips, he rammed into her. Sayali cried out thinly as his cock
plunged deep into her cunt.

“Ohhhhhh Unhhh yes! Ohhh yes-yes-yes Ohhh fuck yes!” she cried.

“Take it! Take it whore! Take it!” he gasped, moving at a furious
speed.

He slammed his hips back and forth, pummelling her buttocks with his
thighs. His thighs smacked loudly against her flesh. She gasped and
cried out, jerking and rocking under his thrusts. Her breasts shook
violently. His cock pistoned and plunged furiously in and out of her
cunt. His buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully and his hips swung
back and forth, up and down, like a trip-hammer at full blast, driving
his rampant penis deeply in and out of her flesh. Suresh noticed that
he was in complete control and envied his skill.

Suddenly, just as she was on the verge of an orgasm, he slid out of
her cunt. She gasped in shock and frustration and reached back for his
cock, trying to claw it back into her flesh.

“You bastard!” she cried. “Don’t stop now!”

He laughed and slapped her buttocks gently. “I want to raid your ass,
bitch. Give me some cream.”

“It’s on the dresser. Hurry!” Sayali moaned softly and bent steeply
forward in a *namaz* pose so that her shoulders were on the bed, her
buttocks and hips lifted high. Her face was turned to the French
windows where Suresh stood.

The steward strolled to the dresser and selected a plastic bottle of
lotion. Flipping open the cap, he tipped some into his palm and
anointed his cock luxuriously, stroking it with pleasure. His penis
glistened and gleamed. Taking some more, he parted her buttocks and
massaged her anus and then pressed a fingertip into her asshole.
Sayali gasped and lurched forward. He wriggled his finger in and out
of her anus, laughing at her reaction.

“Come on, whore. Say you want it. Tell me you want it in your ass.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Shove it into my butt, Michael! Come on, do
it!”

He was behind her again, his penis pressed between her buttocks, his
cock-head at her anus. He paused and grinned.

“Can’t hear you, bitch,” he said. “Louder.”

“Please – Michael – oh please!”

“That’s it, bitch. Beg! Beg for it!”

“Please, Michael – fuck my ass! Shove your cock into my ass! I want
it! Please – please do it!”

Suresh watched goggle-eyed. This was a fantasy come to life. He had
long harboured a secret desire to fuck a woman in the ass, but feared
an outright rejection at best, or, worse still, being labelled as
depraved and debauched. He had often heard of women who were said to
enjoy sex; he could scarcely believe that his bride was one of them.
To his shock, watching them, he found he had a massive erection. He
unzipped his fly and started masturbating slowly.

On the bed, Sayali twisted her body and gripped Michael’s protruding
shaft in one hand. He laughed down at her and held her hips.

“Set?” he asked softly.

“Come on – do it!” she cried.

Michael flexed his buttocks. His cock slid between her fingers and the
cleft between her buttocks. Her head jerked upward and her face
contorted in a violent trismus of lust. Her mouth tore open and a soft
shriek erupted from her throat. Michael gasped, his mouth falling
open, his body taut and quivering with tension. Sayali’s chest heaved
and she cried out again, in sobbing, shuddering gasps. Her long neck
was arched and tendons stood out in her throat. Her arm was rigid with
tension, and her fingers tightened on his cock. Her thighs and
buttocks tensed.

Suresh watched in mounting disbelief and excitement. Michael waited;
obviously, he had done this before to her, and knew what to do. He
held still. Beneath him, Sayali’s ragged breathing gradually steadied.
She began jerking his cock slowly, gently.

“Come on,” she gasped. “Come on Michael – fuck my ass!”

The steward groaned and slowly flexed his buttocks and eased his hips
forward. His penis slipped between her fingers and into her rear
channel. She gasped again, and now it was a cry of naked lust.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhhhh unhhhhh yes! Do it, baby! Fuck my butt!”

Inexorably, his cock vanished into her flesh. She held it till the
very last, till her hand was pinned between his thighs and her
buttocks. Then, slowly, hissing in pleasure, she released it. Her hand
slid up her body and she squeezed her heavy breasts in wanton lust.
Her body writhed and swayed in pleasure on the bed. Her face was
radiant with pleasure. Her buttocks squirmed against his thighs.

“Oh fuck that feels so good, Michael,” she moaned.

“Just like it used to be, eh, bitch?” he grinned. “Just like the old
times?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh god yes! I want it!”

Suresh watched in horrified fascination as the steward sodomised his
beautiful bride. He fucked her ass slowly and in no apparent hurry,
savouring her delights to the full. His buttocks flexed and unflexed
and his hips rocked gently back and forth. His cock went in and out of
her anus, appearing and disappearing as though extruded from her
flesh, then drawn in again. Sayali’s face twisted with excitement and
lust and she whimpered, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned to
one side, facing Suresh, her eyes closed, and her body rocked and
swung back and forth under his thrusts. Suresh was transfixed by the
sight of Michael’s hard, glistening penis sliding in and out of his
wife’s butt. She moaned her pleasure and he began to move slightly
faster, holding her buttocks and hips, squeezing her soft flesh
eagerly as he pushed and squeezed his swollen cock into her asshole.
He thrust hand under her belly and fingered her slit. Sayali moaned
and orgasmed violently, her body shuddering and trembling. The steward
groaned in delight and slowly skewered her ass deeply, once, twice,
three, four, five times. Each thrust drew an ululating moan from her
throat. He gasped in response. Finally, gasping, he pulled slowly out
of her and, jerking his cock in his fist, came copiously over her back
and thighs and in the crevice between her lovely buttocks. Groaning,
he pushed his still dribbling cock back into her asshole and fucked
her again slowly for a few minutes.

They behaved like lovers, as if it was their honeymoon, not his.
Suresh watched as the man flung himself into an armchair and lit a
cigarette. On the bed, Sayali lay on her front, whimpering and
gasping, her chest heaving. Slowly, she turned her face to him.

“Hey, Mike.”

“What.”

“You’re not done yet, are you?”

He chuckled. “What do you think?”

“The Michael I knew could have fucked me at least twice more.”

“I haven’t changed.”

“So fuck me.”

“Come and make me.”

“Tell me what you’d like.” Sayali turned on her side to face him.
“Shall I frig for you?”

“With a dildo?”

“If you like.”

“You have one?”

She laughed. “Part of my travelling kit. I don’t leave home without
it. It’s the first drawer, there, a blue travelling pouch. Will you
get it?”

“Nah, forget it. Prefer the real thing. C’mere and suck my cock.”

Sayali rolled out of bed with a delighted, wanton smile and walked
across to him. He grinned at her. Suresh moaned to himself, his fist
sticky with his jizz as he took in the sight of her superbly curved,
slender, dusky body swaying across the room, her breasts bouncing, her
buttocks rippling smoothly and strongly. He remembered her reaction
when the steward pushed his cock between them and into her anus and
was filled with a desire to emulate him. He watched, now numb to the
trauma, alive only to the hyperbolic sexual debauchery being played
out before him.

Michael grinned wolfishly as she came up to him. He sat, smoking, one
leg drawn up, the heel on the seat of the chair, the other flung
casually over the arm. He masturbated slowly, his legs spread wide. He
put out his cigarette as she came to him. Standing before him, she
bent forward and they kissed. He cupped her breasts and fondled them
gently. Her long *mangasutra* swung between their bodies. Her hands
got busy in his groin, stroking his cock deftly. He slid a hand down
to her crotch and her legs shuffled apart in immediate welcome. Her
buttocks writhed in pleasure as he slid a finger into her slit.

They broke the kiss and Sayali bent her head and sucked and licked his
nipples. Slowly, she dragged her tongue down his body, slipping to her
knees. Finally, her head bent over his crotch and her tongue snaked
out and coiled around his cock-head.

“Mm, tastes good,” she murmured, smiling wantonly as she licked the
penis, so recently in her ass. “I love this.”

“What?”

“Sucking a cock that’s been in my ass.”

He grinned and gripped her head, pushing it down onto his penis.

“C’mon, whore! Gimme head!” he grunted.

Sayali fondled his penis lovingly, masturbating him with a deftness
that was evidently acquired by long years of incessant practice. His
penis throbbed and stirred and began to swell. She licked it gently,
steadily, and then her lips parted and slipped about the cock-head. He
grunted and grinned and moved her head up and down. She sucked his
cock steadily, then faster and faster. His erection ballooned in her
mouth, distending her face. Rising, she squeezed her breasts in a
sheath around it and masturbated him briefly with her breasts before
resuming sucking his cock.

“Mm, yeh – suck it – suck it good, bitch,” he murmured. “Mm – yeh
– that’s it – suck it – suck it, whore!”

Sayali whimpered deep in her throat; evidently, she enjoyed sucking
cock. She caressed her breasts and her hand slid into her crotch and
she masturbated gently. After several minutes, the man pushed her head
away.

“Time to fuck again, whore,” he chuckled. “Come on.”

Sayali got to her feet and, turning around, straddled his lap. He
slouched low in the chair, his huge penis pointing upward. She reached
down and, taking it delicately in her hand, guided to her cunt. Suresh
saw her pause, her palm along the shaft, her fingertips against his
balls, his cock-head at her cunt-lips; then she drew in her breath and
her hips sank and her cunt slipped down on his cock-head, running
smoothly and rapidly and easily, so that his cock disappeared into her
cunt like a knife into butter.

“Ohhhhh yes!”

Sayali gasped loudly, her head rising, her mouth fluttering open. Her
belly rippled in and she grimaced in pleasure. Still holding the
shaft, she moved her cunt lower still, and lower yet. His cock
disappeared into her belly. She moaned thickly, her head arched, her
belly sucked in, her hips squirming and writhing in pleasure on his
lap. He caressed her back gently, his hands gliding up and down her
smooth, dusky flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts. She hissed
softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and pinched her
rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls gently.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good, Mikey,” she murmured and leaned back
against his chest, turning her face to his.

He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Their
lips parted and their tongues fenced openly against each other. He
caressed her cock-filled cunt and she moaned softly, one bangled arm
looped over his head. His hands roamed over her torso, playing with
her breasts, caressing her belly, fondling her cunt. He twined his
fingers in her *mangasutra* and rasped the rough beads over her
nipples, making her shudder in delight. Slowly, she straightened. Her
hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on his lap. She
groaned and her arched slowly. Her hips swirled slowly round and
round, her buttocks flexing and squeezing over his cock. She hissed
softly and her hips rose, still circling and undulating, then
spiralled slowly down again. Her mouth fluttered open and she leaned
forward, her shoulders hunched, deep hollows appearing them, with her
hands on his knees. Slowly, she began to rock up and down on his cock,
sliding her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Her belly
rippled inward and she arched her back, hissing in pleasure as her
cunt ground down deep on his cock. She paused, his cock half in her
cunt and clapped her buttocks rapidly together, squeezing his cock
with her cunt. He gasped under her and arched his hips; his cock
reared into her cunt and she moaned in delight.

“Oh fuck yes! Oh god yes!” she cried.

“Come on! Come on, whore! Do it!” he groaned, his face flushed with
lust, his mouth hanging open, panting like a dog in heat.

Whimpering and moaning her pleasure, Sayali began rocking up and down
on the steward’s swollen penis. Her breasts jumped and bounced with
her motions and the long *mangasutra* tossed and slapped on her skin.
Gasping and crying out lewdly, she moved faster and faster. Her
buttocks caromed off his thighs. She squeezed his balls in excitement.
Her palm, fingers spreadeagled, lay flat on her belly as she suddenly
ground her hips round in tight, jerky circles. Hissing his pleasure,
she dragged her hand up her body, crushing her breasts savagely, up to
her arched face.

“God yes, Mikey, yes!” she moaned. “Oh fuck I love your cock in my
slit! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!”

“C’mon – take it – take it whore! Take it!” he gasped.

Holding her waist, he moved her up and down on his cock, pumping his
hips beneath her. His penis went in and out of her flesh; her cunt
slithered along the length of his shaft. Leaning forward, her breasts
in both hands, her mouth open in a wide ‘O’, Sayali rocked faster and
faster up and down on his cock. He jerked her down savagely onto his
lance with rising urgency, forcing choking cries from her throat. Her
head hung on her chest.

They paused abruptly. Gasping and panting, her chest heaving, she rose
off his cock. He slid out of the chair and lay on the carpeted floor
on his back, his head to the windows where Suresh stood, watching
numbly.

Sayali straddled her lover’s hips and quickly moved his cock into her
cunt. She gasped as her cunt slipped down and engulfed his penis.

“Mm,” she said, rocking slowly back and forth on her knees. “That’s
good. Very good. Tell me you like it, Michael. Tell me what it feels
like.”

“Great, whore,” he snickered. “Nice tight little cunt you’ve got. Hot
and juicy.”

“Can you feel it? Can you feel it squeezing your cock?”

“Oh fuck, yes!”

“Does it feel good? Tell me, Michael!”

“Feels great! Just great!”

He slid his hands up her body and fondled her breasts. Sayali arched
her back and moaned. He moved his hips round and round and up and down
under her. She whimpered in pleasure, writhing on his hips. Smiling
down at him, she paused to coil her long hair in a knot high on the
back of her head, exposing the superb line of her neck. Then she bent
over him and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking out long and sharp,
flicking against his. He squeezed her buttocks and pressed a finger to
her anus. She writhed over him and arched back, one hand behind her
body to squeeze his buttocks. He thumbed her clitoris. She hissed and
moaned loudly. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking straight at
Suresh; yet there was no hint of recognition, or acknowledgment of his
presence. He stared at her silently, not knowing whether she saw him
or through him.

They fucked in this position for several minutes, moving faster and
faster. Her breasts jumped and shook and her cries rang out loud and
clear. Then they stopped again. He got to his feet and she sucked his
cock for some time. On the bed, she lay on her back and the man began
licking her slit. She murmured in pleasure, her body rocking and
jerking gently on the soft bed. Finally, he moved up over her, between
her legs, his cock in his hand. She spread her legs wide and guided
him into her flesh. He flexed his buttocks and his cock dipped into
her flesh and vanished slowly inward as his hips swung forward and
down. Sayali arched under him, moaning loudly, her face radiant with
pleasure. She clenched his thick biceps, caressed his hard, muscular
torso and fondled his taut buttocks. He began to move, fucking her
slowly and unhurriedly, sliding his hips gently back and forth,
stroking his cock in and out of her cunt. She murmured in pleasure,
rocking and jerking under him, kissing him lasciviously. Craning her
head, she sucked and licked his small, dark, stiff nipples, her hands
caressing his hard back.

“Michael.”

“What.”

“You really want to know?”

“What?”

“About me. About my lovers, and my whoring.”

He grinned and kissed her. “You want to tell me, tell me.”

“I want to tell you.”

“So talk.”

She kissed him hungrily. “Just don’t stop fucking me.”

“Not a chance.”

She smiled and her head fell back and she murmured in pleasure. “I had
my first affair when I was sixteen. I was very horny even then, and we
had this very sexy servant, Ramu. One day, I bunked school, said I had
a headache and came home, because I knew everyone else would be out
except him. He was alone.”

“How old was he?”

“Oh, twenty, twenty-four, something like that. But very sexy. Tall and
handsome and dark, with this great muscular body. I used to frig like
crazy dreaming about him. Anyway, I got him and he was there, so I
took off my underclothes and went to him in my school uniform, all the
buttons undone. He understood what I had in mind and he was hot as
hell. He fucked me first in the kitchen, slowly and gently and that
orgasm blew my mind. I couldn’t believe how fantastic it was. I got
him to fuck me again, in the bedroom, from behind. Then one more time
with me on top.”

“Crazy bitch. At sixteen!”

“At randy sixteen, yes. We continued this for a long time, several
months. Then he asked if I would like to fuck some friends of his. Of
course I said yes. He brought up some guys and I loved the differences
in their cocks and the different ways they had of fucking me. Then
they asked if I would like to try fucking more than one at a time. I’d
been waiting for them to ask. So I did. It was pure heaven.”

She paused and he kissed her, still rocking rhythmically in and out of
her cunt, a master in complete control. He licked and sucked on her
nipples gently and she murmured softly.

“It was great. I loved fucking, and they loved fucking me. Then I
graduated, and in college, I had a couple of guys. We used to fuck up
on the hostel terrace or in their rooms. They were good, athletic
types and it continued for a few months with each before I went on to
the next guy.”

“Then?”

“Then I graduated and had to get a job. I learned typing and shorthand
and one day, while I was fucking with the servants, a new guy came up.
He was introduced as a friend. He fucked me very well, better than I’d
been fucked before. I was deliriously happy when he was finally done,
after a couple of hours.”

“Must have been quite a stud.”

“Of course he was. He was a talent scout for Hedon & Venery.”

“No shit.”

“God’s truth, he was. Sanjay. He came back the next day, and the next,
and the day after that, every day for a week. One Sunday, he asked me
to come with him, he wanted to show me something that would blow my
mind.”

“And he took you to the Apistia?”

“Right. And asked me to sign up. And told me the salary.”

“So you did. There and then.”

“Without a second’s thought. He asked me when I wanted to start work.
I said now and he laughed. And ten minutes later, I was a whore, being
fucked by a guy I didn’t know and getting paid for it.”

Michael laughed softly. “That’s quite a story. But it’s not complete.”

“What else is there to know?”

“Why you got married.”

Sayali smiled gently and luxuriantly and stretched her body, arching
pleasurably under him, kissing him, fondling his muscular physique.
Her hips moved gently under his, pumping rhythmically up and down. He
stroked gentlyand unhurriedly in and out of her cunt. She licked his
nipple lasciviously.

“Because, my darling stud, I needed to. I wanted a man who was decent
and gentle and kind and loved me and not just my body. I wanted a
friend, a real friend. All I’d had since sixteen was lovers, men who
wanted to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and that’s it.”

“So why him?”

“Because he asked. Because I liked what I saw. He’s a generous,
hardworking, sincere, faithful kind, who doesn’t do things by halves.”

“You think he’ll be the same when he finds out.”

“He already knows.”

“Bullshit.”

“Believe it. He knows it all. Anything else he wants to know, I’ll
tell him.”

“And you don’t think he’ll mind?”

“No. I know he won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’ve slept with him. Not just fucked. Made love to him. When
a man makes love, his soul is open. I know Suresh. He’ll understand.
He’ll accept. We’ll make this marriage work.”

“Doesn’t look like it, if you’re fornicating on your honeymoon.”

“Sex isn’t going to be the thing that’ll keep us together.”

“But it’ll drive you apart.”

“No. We’ll be together despite my fornicating.”

“So you intend to continue.”

“Yes. Certainly.”

“What if he minds? Says no?”

“He won’t.”

“Lucky you, then.”

“Not just me, darling,” she murmured, smiling. “You, too. Come on now,
Michael, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!”