THE DIRECTOR'S CUT
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Jayant's vigorous and demanding fucking only whetted Falu's lust. That
evening, as she watched a new pornographic movie on the state-of-the-art
laser disc home entertainment system, memories of the afternoon aroused her.
The television screen was gigantic and the unit was rigged to an array of
eighteen speakers. The picture quality was pinsharp, the sound of the
highest fidelity; not one expression was lost, not one intake of breath went
unheard.

The film was the latest Hedon & Venery production and, as usual, was of
exceptionally high quality with sizzling, steamy sex. The camera work was
superb, unobtrusive yet completely invasive, probing and delving, revealing
every conceivable detail to view. The female lead was played by a newcomer,
anxious to make it to the silver screen and willing to use the casting couch
route to get there. Her name was Manisha and she had a gorgeous face and a
stunning body. There were several other regulars from Hedon & Venery's
stables in supporting roles. Falu herself featured in at least three
sequences.

In the film, Falu played Manisha's sister. Another sex goddess from Hedon &
Venery, Anjali, was Falu's closest friend. Manisha's husband was played by
Mohan, a handsome, muscular youth who was one of Hedon & Venery's studs.

Falu, dressed in white *saris* with a long *mangalsutra*, was the image of a
sedate young widow in lifelong mourning. Her makeup was carefully
understated, only her eyes lightly rimmed with *kajal* and a small *bindi*
dotting the middle of her forehead. She looked devastating in the film,
especially because her white blouses were of some fine, translucent material
that showed the swell and contours of her breasts. The necks were cut in
low, wide plunging scoops that revealed most of her deep, inviting cleavage.
She was evidently without underwear and the stiff stubs of her nipples and
the dark shadows of her aureoles were clearly visible through the fine
material of the blouses. They were tight and short, the lower hem cut high,
running hard under her breasts so that they jutted out like succulent fruit,
straining at the taut material and leaving a wide expanse of her fair
midriff naked. Her long *mangalsutra* dangled low, curved over her breasts,
its twin-cupped amulet resting on her bare belly. The *saris* were slung low
above her buttocks and in front, well under the navel, high on the hips. If
Falu was a widow, she was without doubt the most outrageously sexy one in
town.

Anjali was a dusky, voluptuous, heavy-featured woman with large breasts and
flared hips, full, sensual lips over pearly teeth, and large, laughing,
*kajal*-rimmed eyes. In real life, Anjali was a lawyer, Jayant's colleague;
by inclination she was a whore; in reel life, she was a sexually insatiable
young woman.

The sequence Falu was watching now was especially steamy. Manisha was shown
standing at the door of a room, her eyes red with tears, her hand to her
mouth, watching Falu and Anjali in the bedroom, Manisha's bedroom.

By the high handsome teakwood four-poster bed, Mohan and Falu were kissing
hungrily. She writhed against him, sucking his tongue eagerly, feverishly
undoing his shirt, kissing his chest, licking his small, hard nipples. He
pulled off the *pallu* of her *sari* and slowly plucked open the buttons of
her blouse. She had nothing on under it. He pulled it wide and dragged his
hands heavily over her heavy, swollen breasts. Falu moaned, arching her
pretty face, shuddering in pleasure, her eyes fluttering. Whimpering, she
slipped to her knees before Manisha's husband. Groaning loudly, she undid
his trousers. They slipped to his feet and his long, thick penis, still
limp, hovered before her face. Falu moaned and kissed it, caressing the
long, thick shaft, slowly pumping it. Her eyes half-shut, her face tilted
slightly to one side, Falu rolled back his foreskin and, opening her mouth,
ran her tongue sensuously over the bulging cock-head. Mohan sucked in his
breath and, opening his shirt, knotted its ends above his belly. He fondled
her face. His cock swelled rapidly, ballooning, hardening, thickening,
lengthening. Falu groaned and took his cock-head in her mouth and began
sucking him languorously, her head sliding back and forth between his legs.
Mohan groaned as he fucked her face, pumping his hips back and forth,
rocking his head in her hands.

The camera cut to a shot of Manisha's ashen face. Her eyes were wide,
mesmerized and tears brimmed, glistening on her lovely lashes. Her lips
trembled and shook.

Back in the bedroom, on the bed, Mohan was fucking Falu, the widow. Bent on
her hands and knees before him, she moaned and gasped in pleasure. Her body
swung back and forth, her succulent breasts swinging, her long *mangalsutra*
slithering along the rich linen. Her hair was in a tidy bun, caught in a
net; her lovely face was upturned, suffused with lust, the eyes hooded, the
nostrils flared, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. Mohan, a wide-shouldered,
hard-bodied handsome devil with a muscular physique and hairless torso and
an enormous nine-inch penis, knelt behind her. Holding her waist, he moved
her body back and forth and pumped his hips rhythmically at her buttocks.
His thighs slapped audibly against her buttocks and his swollen penis
glistened and shone as it squelched wetly in and out of her cunt. He grinned
down at her, sliding his hands up her body to cup her pendulous breasts.
Falu whimpered and moaned, writhing erotically against him.

"Mm ...  yes ... ohh yes ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me hard lover," she
moaned.

"Take it ... take it whore! Take my prick!" Mohan grunted.

The camera moved up and down their bodies, lingering in close-ups of his
penis sawing steadily in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing
between the curves of her buttocks; then trolleying up slowly to her breasts
in his hands, upward to her face. It cut to a shot of Manisha's beautiful
face, the red-eyed, swollen-lipped pain slowly giving way to a look of cold
anger. Her lovely eyes swivelled and the camera snapped to another corner of
the room.

There, Anjali was fucking one of the house-servants. He lay on his back and
she knelt over his lap, her cunt impaled on his cock, rocking up and down,
gasping and moaning feverishly. Her gold necklace slapped on her dusky skin.
Her large breasts, swollen with excitement, the long nipples stiff, bounced
with her movements. The servant, a dark, handsome youth with a muscular
physique and big penis, grinned up at her and squeezed her breasts. She
moaned, leaning back to caress his balls, hissing in pleasure as he fingered
her clitoris. She looked down at him, smiling radiantly, swirling her hips
in tight, round, erotic circles.

"Fuck yes ... oh fuck yes Ohhhhhhh yes!" Anjali gasped. "Oh that's so good!"

She moved faster and faster, grinding her hips round and round on his lap,
churning her cunt with his cock. Her face contorted with excitement and she
squeezed her breasts in a frenzy. The young servant grunted and bucked his
hips up and down under her. The camera swirled behind and moved to a
close-up of Anjali's buttocks flexing and unflexing, her cunt sliding up and
down the length of his monstrous penis, the cock emerging and disappearing
from her cunt. She moved faster and faster, and her anus winked as her
buttocks opened and closed. The man gripped her buttocks and began jerking
her up and down on his cock. His balls bucked against her buttocks and she
leaned back to squeeze them in excitement. Her buttocks bounced off his
thighs.

The camera cut to a close-up of Manisha's face, her eyes hard and cold, a
determined smile playing on her lips. She was dressed in a loose white
button-down shirt of some fine material that clung to her splendid curves,
and a long skirt. She cupped her breasts slowly, her hands meeting in her
cleavage, little fingers together. The camera backed away a little and
showed her in the corridor looking in. Across the door, on the other side of
the passage, another servant appeared, moving away. He paused, looked up.
Manisha caught his eye and a delightful, gamin smile lit her face. She
beckoned to him, her finger on her lips signalling silence and motioned to
him to look inside. The servant, a dark, sturdy young man with fine
features, clad in shorts and a vest, peeked in. A grin split his handsome
face, showing very white, very even teeth. The camera moved between them and
entered the room again.

On the couch, Falu sighed to herself, feeling very horny. She remembered the
wonderful fucking during filming - not one orgasm was faked - and, more
recently, of that afternoon. She needed a man. She jabbed a button on a red
intercom telephone. It was answered promptly.

"Yes, this is three-oh-five. I want to speak to driver Lewis, please." A
minute later, "Lewis? This is Falu. Would you come up please? I want to
fuck. No, just you. Your friend can come up later."

She cradled the receiver and, smiling to herself, looked at the screen
again. Manisha and the servant were still watching the others, but now he
was beside her, behind her, close to her, caressing her. She turned her face
up and he kissed her, his hand on her breast, her hand in his crotch.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want your cock in my slit."

The servant grinned. "What about them?"

"Look at them. Who cares?" Manisha said. "Forget them."

"Where d'you want to go?"

"Her room," Manisha pointed to Falu.

The camera snapped to a shot inside the room. Now Falu and Anjali had
swapped partners. Falu was on her back on the bed with the servant, while
Anjali and Mohan were at it on the floor. Falu gasped and cried out, her
back arching, her hips writhing and heaving, her body jerking and rocking.
The handsome servant, Deepak, bent over on outstretched arms, his body
weight on his toes, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking up
and down, his penis plunging and pistoning in and out of her cunt. She clung
to his shoulders, gasping in pleasure, her head rolling from side to side,
her long *mangalsutra* slithering on her fair skin. Her legs opened wider
and her feet climbed up the backs of his thighs. She clenched his buttocks,
dragging him deeper into her flesh.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon fuck me fuck me fuck me," she moaned in an obscene
litany. "Oh yes yes ohhh god yes yes fuck me lover fuck me fuck my slit!"

The camera lingered on their bucking bodies, both glistening with sweat.
Deepak bent his head and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her
mouth and she moaned loudly, clenching his head, her arm around his
shoulders, the other hand sliding down to his buttocks, a finger pressing to
his anus. The servant groaned and, sucking her swollen breasts, ground his
hips in circles, spiralling deeply into her. Falu gasped in pleasure,
arching her back.

On the floor, Anjali, was on all fours, gasping and panting, her body
rocking back and forth as Mohan, kneeling behind her and fucked her cunt
with deep, skewering thrusts. She moaned delirious obscenities, and his cock
ground in and out of her flesh. Her breasts were swollen and turgid and they
swung heavily with their motions. She whimpered thickly, her head rising.
The young man grunted softly and, holding her hips, jerked her cunt back and
forth on his cock rapidly, making her gasp and cry out.

"Oh yes oh yes oh yes Ohhh yes!" she cried.

"C'mon take it, take it bitch, take it!" he responded.

The bell rang. Falu got up to answer it, letting the movie run on. Lewis was
at the door. He smiled at her and then grinned over her shoulder at the
screen.

"New flick?"

"Latest."

"Great. I'd like to watch."

"You do that."

"Yeh. And you get busy."

"Doing what I like best."

Lewis grinned at her and gripping her head in one hand, jammed his mouth to
hers. Falu moaned and squirmed against him. He squeezed her breasts and her
buttocks. She writhed erotically against his crotch.

"Real hot, aren't you, whore?" he growled.

"God yes," she whimpered. "Oh god yes!"

She was wearing a transparent synthetic gown tied loosely at the waist and
he pulled it open now and cupped her breasts. Falu moaned softly and undid
the buttons of his tunic. Bending her head, she kissed and licked his chest,
deep and muscled and hairless, slowly slithering lower to her knees before
her chauffeur. He grinned down at her.

Whimpering in excitement, she opened his trousers and drew out his penis. It
was eight inches long, still limp, and correspondingly thick, with heavy,
low balls. Moaning softly, Falu jerked it in her fist and then took it in
her mouth and started sucking his cock greedily and rapidly. Lewis groaned
thickly and his cock ballooned swiftly in her mouth. It felt wonderful to
have her teeth and tongue on his cock, her soft lips encasing his penis, her
mouth sucking insistently. Holding her head with one hand and rocking it
back and forth, he fucked her face slowly, pumping his hips at her head. He
looked up at the television set.

On the screen, the movie ran on. Now all four were on the bed. Anjali was on
her knees, kissing Deepak, who fondled her breasts and cunts with his hands
while he fucked Falu on her back. Falu's face was turned to one side and she
was sucking the Mohan's cock. Her body twisted and writhed and bucked and
jerked feverishly on the bed. The room filled with their grunts and gasps
and groans. Falu slid a hand down her belly and splayed her cunt-lips wide
to receive Deepak's penis. Her hips bucked and heaved rhythmically as the
huge penis sawed in and out of her flesh. With her other hand she jerked
Mohan's penis, sucking it greedily, her face distended by its size. The man
grunted and caressed her breasts, twining his fingers in her *mangalsutra*
and rubbing the thick beads over her rigid nipples, making her moan. Deepak
crushed Anjali's breast and then, grinning, jammed his hand in her crotch.
She gasped, arching her head and he started masturbating her rapidly,
thrusting three fingers in and out of her cunt.

The camera craned upward to the ceiling, and took a shot of the corridor on
the other side of the dividing wall of Manisha and the other servant, Hari.
The camera craned down into the corridor.

Manisha's blouse was unbuttoned and she was on her knees sucking Hari's
penis. His shorts pulled down to his ankles, his vest rucked up his belly,
he fucked her face happily and slowly, gasping and grunting, rocking her
head back and forth with both hands, pumping his hips at her mouth.
Manisha's pretty face was distended with lust and the size of his penis. She
gripped his shaft in one fist, pumping it steadily as her head moved back
and forth and round and round between his thighs. He caressed her pretty
face, squeezed her succulent breasts. She moaned, her eyes half-closed,
sucking and licking lasciviously.

The camera lingered for a while in a close-up of her sucking his cock,
showing the lust on her face, her tongue working the cock-head lasciviously,
her lips glistening with pre-cum gunk, her excitement evident from her
glassy eyes and flared nostrils. His penis was long and thick and dark,
smoothly shorn down to the base. The camera cut to his face, his head bent
to watch her, his mouth hanging open, moaning soft obscenities.

"C'mon whore suck it! Yeh! Suck my prick, bitch!" he grunted.

Manisha was very pretty. She had a lovely oval face with a fine nose, high
cheekbones, soft, limpid, elongated eyes lined with *kajal*, full, sensual
lips and white teeth. Her hair was thick and glossy with a fine sheen to it.
Her long neck led to full, high, ripe breasts with a beautiful, inviting
cleavage. Her nipples were long and stiff, prominent in small, bright
aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and her waist was neatly nipped in;
then her hips flared smoothly to firm buttocks and slender, shapely legs.
Her wrists and ankles were sexily slim and her hands and feet were superbly
formed, delicate and long. Falu had little doubt that she would become a
major star. Her face was incredibly mobile and she could move from
heart-rending tragedy to sparkling laughter to steaming, raw sexuality with
effortless ease in seconds. For instance, there was no doubt that she was
genuinely aroused by the sex now and that she enjoyed sucking cock. Yet, the
pain and horror in her eyes just minutes before when she watched Falu and
Anjali was equally undeniable.

If she made it, no one would be more pleased than Jayant. With Manisha, he
would achieve a clean sweep, a grand slam, a hat-trick; for then, the top
three movie stars of the country would all owe their success to him. Before
Manisha, Juhi and, before her, Madhuri, had both emerged from Hedon & Venery
stock; and they, too, had performed, sucked and licked and fucked their way
to the very top. Their gratitude to Jayant was profound - both Juhi and
Madhuri returned to the Apistia with unfailing regularity and gave thanks in
the one way it would be most appreciated - they performed free, on stage and
in select films, servicing choice clients. Manisha would soon join them.

For now, though, she was just another porn queen. The camera lingered a
while longer on her sucking the servant's penis and then circled around and
went through into the bedroom again. The bed was covered with writhing flesh
and tangled limbs and the camera moved slowly inward, closing in on its
prey.

"Hey, this is great stuff," Lewis said to Falu.

"Mm," she murmured, still sucking his cock. "Cum in my mouth if you like."

"Yeah. Maybe. Just keep sucking, babe," he murmured dreamily. "Yeh ... nice
and slow ... yeh, that's it ... just so I can keep watching the flick."

Lewis pulled off his tunic and flung it across the room. He pushed her head
away and, without looking back, walked quickly to a deep sofa in front of
the television set and flung himself onto it.

"C'mere, whore," he muttered. "C'mere and suck my prick."

Falu followed obediently, dropping her gown. Getting on the sofa, she knelt
beside him and bent her head over his lap, her swollen breasts hanging like
succulent fruit. Lewis grunted as her lips slipped around his cock again.
She started sucking his cock heavily and deeply, jerking it deftly in her
fist. The chauffeur caressed her breasts and back and, watching the movie,
slid a hand down her back to her buttocks. Falu whimpered and her legs
spread open. Lewis slid a finger into her cunt and started masturbating her
gently and unhurriedly. Falu sighed in pleasure. His cock was hot and hard,
filled with tangy, heady, musky juice. She loved the taste of it, and felt
she could suck it forever, would never tire of it. She ran her tongue around
the swollen cock-head. Her lips and gums tingled with his pre-cum gunk.

In the movie, she was back with Mohan again. Now he lay on his back and she
was in a deep squat over his lap, her feet on either side of his narrow
hips, her knees deeply bent. Leaning back on one outstretched arm, hollows
in her shoulders, her other hand fondling her clitoris greedily, she swung
her hips in tight, erotic circles, mashing her cunt-flesh with his cock. The
camera lingered in a close-up of her cunt swirling around the massive penis,
then tracked sensuously up her hot, sweat-slippery body. She hissed in
pleasure, her face creasing in joy, and crushed her breasts with one hand in
a frenzy.

"Ohhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!" Falu moaned. "Ohhhh baby yes!"

Leaning back on both hands, rising on her toes, she swung her hips rapidly
back and forth. Then, taking her weight on one hand, pressing the other hand
to her crotch and fondling her clitoris, she swirled and jerked her hips in
a frenzy. Her long *mangalsutra* danced and slithered on her fair,
sweat-flecked skin. Her breasts, hot and hard with excitement, bounced and
jiggled sexily. Her face was radiant with lust. At last, Mohan moved and she
moaned and gasped and began to move with him, their bodies rocking and
bucking together.

Beside them, on the bed, Anjali moaned, her body jerking and rocking as
Deepak plunged his cock into her cunt. She lay on her back and he bent over
her on outstretched arms, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his
hips swinging and snapping, his enormous penis plunging in and out of her
cunt. She cried out in joy, her hips bucking and heaving under his thrusts,
her fleshy breasts jiggling, her voluptuous face suffused with lust. She
caressed his thick biceps and deep chest, hissing in joy as he rocked deep
into her flesh.

"Yeh, c'mon lover, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Deepak, yes, do it! Ohhhh yes!"

Deepak levered her thighs further apart with his knees and began moving
faster, plunging greedily and deeply into her slit, ramming and reaming his
cock into her cunt. Anjali whimpered and cried out, squeezing her breasts in
delight. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and the camera lingered in a
close-up of his thick, long cock plunging and pistoning with a squelch in
and out of her dripping cunt. The screen filled with the shot of his cock
and balls and her cunt-lips and his buttocks; then her fingers stole into
the frame, gripping his buttocks, one finger slipping inward to his anus.
His actions grew frenzied and he started ram-fucking her violently. The
soundtrack resonated with their loud cries.

"Fuck, what a film!" Lewis gasped.

Falu groaned and sucked him furiously, her head rocking rapidly up and down
over his lap, jerking his shaft in her fist. The chauffeur moaned and
gasped, his fingers darting in and out of her cunt. Her buttocks writhed and
swayed in pleasure and her body jerked and rocked on the sofa beside him.
Lewis' hips bucked and he flung his head back and gasped softly. Falu sucked
him harder and faster and then he lost control. She sensed his orgasm and
immediately jerked his cock rapidly, opening her mouth wide to receive his
seed. Jizz shot from his cock-head and spurted into her mouth. She gasped,
shaking his cock and thick gobs of gunk spattered her face and neck and
pendulous breasts. Finally, his penis stopped fountaining. With a soft sigh,
Falu pushed her head back into his crotch, kissed his cock and slowly took
its tip into her mouth again.

Lewis groaned. Falu sank down on the sofa, lying on her side, her head in
his lap, his cock-head in her mouth. He grinned down at her, squeezing her
swollen, heavy breasts. She raised a leg and he fondled her cunt, opening
her cunt-lips and arching a finger into her flesh. She grunted and writhed.
He arched a finger into her cunt and held it there. She groaned, her leg
twisting down, clamping over it. He pressed his thumb to her anus. Falu
shuddered, her body writhing. She sucked and licked his balls, nuzzled his
crotch.

"Keep going, whore," he muttered. "Keep sucking my prick till it's up
again."

He turned his attention back to the screen. The shot had cut back to the
corridor outside the bedroom again, where Hari was now licking Manisha's
slit. Her blouse was opened out and her skirt was flipped up over her waist.
Her legs were spread and the servant's head was thrust into her crotch. The
screen filled with a close-up of her cunt, the lips unfurled wide in her
delicate fingers, soft, wet black hair curling over the rims; his strong
face against her flesh, his mouth open, hard fingers stretching her
cunt-lips apart, his thick, bright, pointed tongue jabbing and darting and
flickering in and out of her sodden slit. It lingered lovingly for a minute
in tight close-up, then retreated slowly. Manisha's face was radiant with
lust: her lovely eyes were half-closed, and her face turned languorously
from side to side.

Her hips heaved and juddered up and down and her body rocked and snapped
gently on the floor as though someone was fucking her slowly. Her hands slid
up under her bouncing breasts; she lifted them, squeezed them, crushed them,
rolled her palms over them. Hissing in pleasure, one hand went down, flat on
her belly, fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, the other hand clenching his
head and moving it round and round in her crotch. The servant nibbled on her
gorged clitoris and she gasped, chewing her lower lip, her back arching, her
long neck craned and her hand flew from his head to her breasts.

"Ohhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes! C'mon lover do it! Lick my slit! Ohh yes!" she
gasped. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-unh-OHHH!"

Her body rocked and jerked, her cunt heaving and writhing in unbridled
pleasure on the floor beneath her servant. The camera drew back further and
began to rise above them, bent down, showing her flat on her back, the broad
V of the servant's torso bent between her creamy thighs.

Again, the camera rose over the partition wall and glided over into the
bedroom. It slithered around to a corner and slipped down, almost furtive in
its movements now, prying, spying, probing, delving, unwilling to miss an
instant.

Now the activity on the bed was frenetic. Falu was on her side between the
two men, being fucked in her cunt and ass simultaneously. Her face contorted
with lust and excitement. The two studs gripped her body and rocked their
hips back and forth, gasping and grunting their excitement and pleasure and
lust. Their huge penises sawed in and out of the adjacent orifices,
separated now by the slightest of flesh so that each could feel the weight
and thickness and throbbing hardness of the other through her body. Falu
moaned deliriously, her body whipping, jerking, writhing and thrashing
between theirs. Fucking her cunt, lying in front of her, Mohan kissed her
hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Behind her, his cock in her anus,
his hands lifting one buttock and thigh high for deeper access, Deepak
groaned. She turned her head back to his, breaking from Mohan and now Deepak
kissed her, squeezing her breasts.

"Ohh god oh god yes Ohhh yes ohh fuck yes oh yes yes fuck me Ohhh yes Ohh
unh oh oh oh oh oh oh ma unh oh unh oh OH OH OHHH!" Falu gasped.

Beside them, watching them, on her knees, her legs spread, Anjali moaned
deliriously, masturbating frantically with one hand, the other crushing her
breasts. Her eyes were glassy with lust and envy and she squeezed her heavy
breasts in a frenzy.

The men were insatiable. After several minutes, they abandoned Falu who had
obviously orgasmed several times, and turned their attention to Anjali - who
wanted nothing else. Panting, gasping, their magnificent bodies streaming
with sweat, Mohan and Deepak started to fuck Anjali in her cunt and ass
together, just as they had done with Falu, but reversing positions. Now
Deepak lay on his back and Anjali straddled his lap on her knees, quickly
impaling her cunt on his prick with a loud, shuddering moan.

The camera swirled around to a shot of her splendid buttocks bracketing his
massive erection, the huge penis drilling slowly upward into her molten
flesh. Anjali leaned forward and her buttocks spread apart, revealing the
puckered temptation of her anus. Chortling in pleasure, Mohan knelt behind
her and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. Anjali tensed, kneeling over
Deepak's body, her arms stretched, hands on the bed, fingers scrunching the
sheets, her heavy breasts swollen, succulent, pendulous. Deepak grinned up
at her and Mohan behind her and squeezed her breasts. Mohan gripped her
buttocks, pulled them open and flexed his own, sliding his hips forward. A
loud, ululating cry erupted from Anjali's throat and her face contorted
savagely, the lips jerking back over her white teeth, her mouth tearing
open, her head snapping up, her neck arched. Deepak squeezed her breasts.
Mohan gasped and his buttocks squeezed taut, his hips pushed forward. The
camera cut to a close-up of his dark, gargantuan cock-mass gliding
inexorably into her flesh, burrowing deeper and deeper into her rear
channel. Pinned between the two magnificent lovers, Anjali whimpered
deliriously, her face contorted in spasms of unmistakable lust. Her breasts
were heavy and turgid, her nipples nut-hard in dark puckered aureoles.

"OhmaunhhOHunhhOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anjali cried.

Slowly, Deepak arched his hips under her, squeezing her breasts, holding her
waist. Gripping her buttocks, Mohan squeezed his penis deeper into her
asshole. Anjali whimpered and cried out, her body twisting and arching,
writhing between theirs. Her chest heaved in excitement and lust.

"C'mon fuck me ... please ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she moaned.

Beside them on the bed, Falu whimpered in excitement. Lying on her back, her
knees spread wide, she masturbated with a thick, long rubber dildo. Holding
it in both hands, she ran it in and out of her cunt, gasping and moaning.
Her breasts were hot and swollen and they jiggled and bounced gently as she
fucked herself. Her long *mangalsutra* slithered on her fair, sweat-flecked
skin.

The two men were fucking Anjali heavily and deeply. She gasped and moaned
and cried her pleasure, her body lurching and twisting and rocking back and
forth, sandwiched between theirs. They moved in synchrony now, Mohan pushing
his cock into her anus as Deepak thrust up into her cunt. The two distended
penises sawed in and out of the adjacent orifices. Anjali's face twisted and
contorted and her body shook and trembled between theirs. She moaned and
gasped, her head arched back, then falling forward. Mohan squeezed her
breasts and crushed them hard, making her moan.

The camera slid sideways onto Falu's body. She was masturbating furiously
now, rocking the dildo rapidly in and out of her cunt with one hand, her
fingers tensed on his hilt, her arm stretched. Her hips heaved. Her face
snapped from side to side and she squeezed her swollen breasts in a frenzy,
scraping her rigid nipples with the hard beads of her *mangalsutra*. The
camera lingered in a close-up of her cunt, the hard, wet rubber dildo
crushing her sodden cunt-flesh.

The camera slipped off the bed and rose, just above eye level. Looking down
on the writhing, serpentine mass of limbs and flesh on the bed, it backed
slowly out of the room. At the door, it pulled further back, moved down the
corridor and, maintaining its line of sight, sank towards the floor, pausing
at hip level.

Manisha lay on her back on the floor, her head to the camera, completely
naked now. Leaning over her on his knees and outstretched arms, Hari was
fucking her slowly and heavily. Manisha groaned, her lips parted, her pretty
face tilted back, her long neck arched. Her breasts were swollen and turgid,
her nipples nut-hard. His hips swung up and down in a slow, steady rhythm,
and his penis went up and down, in and out of her flesh, appearing and
disappearing. Her body rocked and snapped gently with his thrusts. She
gripped his bulging biceps, caressed his deep, dark, hairless chest. He
groaned softly, his head arched, panting with excitement and pleasure. Her
knees were bent and spread and her feet were on the backs of this thighs.

"Yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Hari! Fuck my cunt, lover!" Manisha gasped.

"Ohh fuck yes! Take it, bitch! Take my prick! Ohh fuck yes! Take it, whore!"
he said.

She smiled lasciviously, the camera catching the radiance of her lust-ridden
face in detailed close-up. Arching her head, she sucked and licked his
small, dark, hard nipples. Her hips bucked steadily under his. The camera
slithered down the lines of his body, showing the smooth ripple of the
muscles in his back and shoulders and arms and torso. It circled around
behind him, showing his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking up
and down, the hunched shoulders and bunched muscles. It moved lower and
burrowed between his thighs, which were spread wide. Hari's enormous cock
filled the screen, scrunching and squelching slowly and heavily in and out
of the soft, wet flesh of Manisha's cunt. The dark, thick, long, vein-ridged
shaft glistened and shone as it went in and out of folds of her cunt-flesh.
His balls were heavy and low, and they pressed to her cunt-lips with every
thrust. The camera stopped moving and waited patiently, savouring the sight.
Hari moved faster, plunging rapidly in and out of her cunt. The shot cut to
one of her body rocking and snapping with his thrust, her soft cries filling
the soundtrack. She bit her lower lip and her head jerked from side to side.
Her breasts shook and wobbled with his thrusts. She dug her fingers into his
shoulders.

"Ohh fuck me fuck me fuck me Ohhh god yes!" Manisha gasped.

The shot cut back to the close-up of his cock pistoning in and out of her
cunt, and now her hips rose and her legs spread and her buttocks curved, so
that the puckered flesh of her anus was visible to the lens. Their loins
crashed and jerked together feverishly and his penis went deep into her cunt
to its hilt, rising up steeply, then ramming and reaming greedily in again
and again. Suddenly, with a shuddering gasp, he slowed. She moaned, and he
resumed his earlier, slower, squelching, scrunching, skewering, spiralling
actions.

The camera slithered around and showed them smiling at each other. Her face
was suffused with pleasure and excitement. The servant bent his head and
kissed her slowly and deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She
arched under him, caressing his powerful back and shoulders, squeezing his
buttocks, tonguing his ear wantonly.

"God, you're good," she murmured. "Your cock feels so good in my cunt, Hari.
Really nice and hard."

"Nice tight cunt for it," he replied. "Juicy and hot and wet and tight. Just
the way I like my broads."

He grinned and sucked her swollen breasts, making her shudder. Her eyes were
warm and glazed, and her lips were delectably soft and moist. Sexy hollows
appeared in her shoulders as she arched and writhed under her servant. The
camera paused for a while, enjoying the sight of their erotic coupling and
then retreated and reentered the bedroom in one sinuous movement, gradually
ascending from hip level to bed level and then higher. It circled the bed
like a hawk its prey, in slow, reflective motions and then halted by the
side of the bed.

Now Anjali and Falu were in a lesbian sixty-nine, lying on their sides,
their heads in each other's crotches. While they licked one another's cunts,
the two men sodomised them, Mohan fucking Falu's asshole while Deepak fucked
Anjali's. In a series of cuts, the film showed Falu's face in Anjali's
crotch, her tongue whipping around Anjali's slit; Anjali's thick tongue in
Falu's cunt, her fleshy face dusky against Falu's creamy thighs; Deepak's
huge cock grinding heavily in and out of Anjali's ass, appearing and
disappearing between her buttocks; Mohan's penis sawing in and out of Falu's
delectable anus. Deepak gripped Anjali's buttocks and squeezed them apart,
groaning in pleasure, grinding and pushing deeper into her flesh. On the
other side, Mohan's fingers dug in Falu's waist as he snapped his hips back
and forth, jabbing and ramming and reaming his cock into her asshole.

The shot dissolved after several minutes. The next shot had Falu and Anjali
on their hands and knees, their backs to each other, both sucking the men's
cocks, Falu sucking Deepak's, Anjali sucking Mohan's. The men fucked their
faces slowly, grinning, looking down, grunting, moaning, pushing their cocks
in and out of the women's faces, fondling their pendulous breasts. The girls
paused fractionally while Falu picked up a double dildo, a long and thick
rod of hard rubber, curved slightly, with twin bulbous heads simulated cocks
at either end. The camera closed in to a shot of her holding the dildo and
feeding one end into her cunt, her hands under her belly and between her
thighs. She pressed it in deeper and deeper, still sucking Deepak's cock,
her hips shuddering and writhing. Then she shuffled backwards. Now Anjali
took the protruding end and moved it to her cunt, moving backwards and
impaling herself on it. The shot closed in and showed the rubber rod
disappearing from view as Falu's and Anjali's buttocks slid backward towards
each other.

A cut to a mid-shot showed the two women writhing and whimpering, still
sucking cock, jerking and rocking back and forth on the dildo that pierced
both cunts together. Their buttocks pressed and slapped together as they
moved, the dildo appearing and disappearing between their buttocks. Their
breasts jiggled and wobbled with their motions. Their necklaces swung back
and forth. The men held their heads and fucked their faces.

Now Deepak grabbed another two-headed dildo, similar to the first, but
slimmer and longer. He grinned at Mohan, who nodded. Chuckling, still
rocking his hips at Falu's face, Deepak pushed the dildo between Falu's
buttocks and pressed it to her anus. She tensed, moaning, pausing in her
sucking of his cock, her face pressed to his thigh, his cock against her
cheek.

"Do it!" she gasped. "Oh god do it!"

Laughing, Deepak pressed the dildo into her anus. Falu moaned, her face
contorting. Deepak grinned and slid it in deeper still and then pushed her
head down to his cock. Whimpering, Falu started sucking his cock again.

"Fuck, and the bitch is a widow!" Deepak chortled loudly.

"Yeah. That's why she's so hot," Mohan replied.

"Meaning what?"

"Used to be very randy, even as a kid. Fucked the servants and all. Got
married to this great stud - they fucked all the time."

"How do you know?"

"She told me."

"No shit. And then?"

"He died, car accident."

"Oh. Tough."

"Yeah. He was with another woman. She was sucking his cock and they hit an
oncoming truck. Got his cock chewed off and this dame went half-crazy,
especially when they said she couldn't get married again and had to wear
white *saris* and nothing else. First time I was alone after I married
Manisha, she damn near raped me."

"Mm. Fantastic piece of ass."

"Yeah. So's this one."

"Yeah. Come on, plug her ass."

Mohan laughed and moved the dildo in and out of Falu's ass. She groaned. He
told her to hold still and pushed the other end down between Anjali's
buttocks. She tensed, panting, whimpering, gasping. Mohan pressed the other
end to her anus and then, opposite, Deepak gripped her hips and dragged her
anus down onto it. Anjali's face contorted with lust and excitement. The men
laughed. Now the two women had every orifice filled, their anuses and cunts
plugged by the thick, hard dildoes, their mouths with the men's cocks. The
four rocked and swung together, the women's bodies jerking back and forth on
the rubber rods.

The camera cut to a shot in the corridor outside. Hari lay on his back and
Manisha straddled his hips, kneeling over his lap, her cunt impaled on his
cock. Hari bucked his hips under her, up and down. Manisha rocked and bucked
up and down on his lap, her cunt sliding along the length of his mammoth
erection. A cut to a rear-shot showed her buttocks bouncing off his thighs,
his cock appearing and disappearing between her buttocks, going in and out
of the soft flesh of her cunt, encased by the tender, hair-rimmed cunt-lips.
He gripped her buttocks, opened them, fingered her anus and slowly pushed
his fingertip into it. A cut to a shot of her face showed it contorted with
lust, the lips twisted back, the head jerked around, the cry soft and sharp.
Leaning forward, arms outstretched, hands on the floor, Manisha bucked and
jerked, her breasts bouncing and tossing. Another rear-shot showed her
snapping her buttocks rapidly and repeatedly together, squeezing his cock
with her cunt. He crushed her breasts. She reared upward, her back arching,
her head flung back and hissed in pleasure, one hand behind her, squeezing
his balls, the other at the base of her belly, fondling her clitoris. Her
hand rose and she squeezed her breasts frenziedly as she moved faster and
faster.

"Ohhh yes yes yes Ohhh god yes!" Manisha cried.

"C'mon whore take it! Take my prick, bitch, take it!" the servant cried.

Leaning on her fingertips, her face moving from side to side, arching,
falling, Manisha rocked faster and faster on his cock, bucking up and down,
up and down. Her cunt slid up the length of his cock, came crushing down
again, rose and fell, rose and fell. He bucked under her, thrusting greedily
upward into her slit, gripping her buttocks and moving her faster and faster
on his penis.

Another cut and the camera was back in the bedroom. Now Deepak lay on his
back on the bed, his penis upright, throbbing. Anjali squatted over his lap,
her back to him. Reaching down, holding his cock, she moved it between her
buttocks to her anus. Slowly, with a sobbing gasp, she let her hips sink,
impaling her asshole on his cock. Deepak moaned under her, squeezed her
breasts, gripped her hips, pulled her lower. Anjali chewed her lower lip,
her face twisting. Deeper and deeper she forced her anus. Then she leaned
back on her elbows, and straightened her legs spreading them wide. The
camera showed her body arched backward over Deepak's, her breasts thrust
upward, his cock buried between her buttocks in her anus, his hands on her
breasts. She turned her face back to his and he kissed her greedily. Her
cunt was wide open and she reached down and opened her cunt-lips even
further.

The camera retreated and now Falu entered the frame, her face a vision of
lust, her hair in erotic disarray, her body filmed with sweat. One end of
the twin-headed dildo protruded between her thighs like some freak
appendage; the other was in her own flesh. Kneeling between Anjali's legs,
she bent forward and, her arms stretched, hands on the bed, kissing Anjali,
pressed the dildo to Anjali's cunt. Anjali guided it into her flesh and Falu
flexed her buttocks and swung her hips forward. Both women gasped and
Anjali's face twisted with lust. Falu bent her head and sucked Anjali's
breast. A close-up showed Anjali's nipple in Falu's teeth, Deepak's fingers
just under the mound. Another close-up showed the thick dildo disappearing
into the two cunts. The women kissed slowly, lasciviously, their tongues
fencing against each other's, their swollen breasts pressing against each
other's flesh.

The camera pulled further back and now Mohan was behind Falu, pulling her
buttocks open, pushing his cock between them to her anus. She tensed, and he
gasped and slowly eased his hips forward with a shuddering moan. Falu
whimpered, her chest heaving, her head hanging between her arms. As Mohan's
cock drilled her anus, her own hips sank and drove the dildo deeper into her
cunt and into Anjali's; and that thrust forced Anjali's ass down deeper onto
Deepak's cock. All four bodies were linked as one.

The men fucked the women in a steady, rocking, pendular manner, first Mohan
pushing down, the chain reaction forcing Anjali's ass down onto Deepak's
cock; and then the energy flowed backward and up as Deepak reared under
Anjali and thrust into her ass, ultimately moving Falu's ass back on Mohan's
cock. On and on it went, the two penises sawing in and out of the women's
anuses, the dildo rocking in and out of their cunts. The women gasped and
moaned and twisted and writhed, kissing each other feverishly, sucking one
another's breasts, while the men grunted and groaned in excitement.

After several minutes, the group broke apart. Now the men mounted the women
on their backs, Deepak fucking Falu, Mohan fucking Anjali, the two women on
their backs, side by side on the bed. The men fucked them rapidly and hard
and the women gasped and moaned eagerly, bucking and lurching under them.
Pausing, they exchanged places, and continued fucking the women. After
several minutes more, they stopped again to change places once again. The
women were delirious and their cries were loud and lewd. They jerked and
writhed and thrashed uncontrollably under their lovers, begging for more.
With loud cries, both men jerked out of their cunts and exploded, one after
the other, spattering their bodies with gunk. Changing positions, they
entered them again, Mohan slowly squeezing his cock into his widowed
sister-in-law's cunt, the servant, Deepak, doing the same to her companion,
Anjali. The shot faded out.

The fade in was in another part of the house, across the well-appointed
living area. Falu entered the room, clad demurely in her white *sari*,
carrying a silver *thali* with flowers and vermilion and small flame, all
the paraphernalia for a daily *puja*. The *pallu* of the *sari* was drawn
over both shoulders, but loosely, so that her cleavage was visible and the
long *mangalsutra* around her neck. She crossed the room to a door on the
far side and pushed it back. She took one step inside and stopped.
Approaching from behind, between her shoulder and waist, the camera swirled
around close to her, showed her putting down the *thali*, caressed the swell
of her breasts, showed that she had no underwear and revealed the stubs of
her nipples before sliding up to a shot of her stunned face. Her expression
turned slowly to one of amusement and then her eyes glittered with
excitement. A loud moan sang over the soundtrack. Falu let her *pallu* drop
and moved out of the frame.

The camera swivelled. In the centre of the room stood a high, solid,
teak-wood bed. On it, Hari was fucking Manisha. She was on her forearms and
knees, facing the door, completely naked. The servant was in a deep squat
astride her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. His buttocks flexed
and unflexed and his hips rocked back and forth. Her mouth was in a wide 'O'
and her breasts swung and jiggled. She cried out deliriously, her eyes
half-closed. He moaned, his powerful body shining with sweat, the muscles in
his chest and shoulders and belly corded, his head flung back, his eyes
hooded.

"Ohhh yes! Yes! Ohhh fuck me! Fuck me Hari! Ohhh god yes!" Manisha
whimpered.

"Take it! Take it whore! Take my prick!" the servant grunted.

The camera dwelt on shots of her face, his face, his cock going in and out
of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the creamy curves of her
buttocks, her breasts swinging and bouncing, his balls rocking against her
buttocks. Then Falu entered the frame, approaching the bed, her *pallu*
trailing and Hari turned his face and kissed her deeply like a lover, still
fucking Manisha. Pulling off her *sari* with one hand, undoing her blouse,
Falu caressed Manisha, cupped and squeezed her pendulous breasts.

A cut and now Falu was on the bed, sitting on the footboard, holding the
sideposts, her legs spread wide, her head flung back, her belly sucked in as
Manisha licked her slit while Hari, grinning and chuckling, fucked her cunt.
Falu hissed in pleasure, and caressed her breasts. The shot faded.

With a sigh, Falu jabbed the remote button and the image died. Lewis looked
down at her, stunned, awed, excited.

"Fuck, that's one helluva flick!" he gasped. "Even by our standards!"

"Forget it," Falu murmured huskily. "I want to be fucked. Come on!"

She looked up at her chauffeur, handsome, sexy, young, little more than a
lad, scarcely out of his teens, yet such a magnificent lover. All this
while, she had been toying with his penis. It was erect now. He grinned and
squeezed her breasts. Falu smiled and pushed her head into his lap and took
his erect penis in her mouth again. The driver grunted, moving her head up
and down with one hand. He stretched her hand down her body and slid his
finger into the crack between her buttocks and into her cunt. She opened her
legs for him. Her buttocks writhed gently. He grinned down at her,
finger-fucking her slowly as she sucked his cock. She jerked his cock with
her fingers and looked up.

"Do you want to come in my mouth again?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. But I won't be able to fuck your cunt, then. Not right
off, anyhow."

"I can cure that," she murmured. "You want some dope?"

"Yeah."

"Hang on."

She went into her bedroom and returned a minute later. She had a small,
inlaid marble box in one hand and something else in the other. She put them
down on the dining table. Going into the kitchen, she fetched him another
Coke. At the dining table, she flipped open the marble box and selected four
pills and two vials and carried them back to him along with the other
things.

"These should be enough," she said, giving him two pills.

"What about you?"

"I've got mine here." Falu popped two pills and washed them down with a sip
of Coke.

Lewis grinned at her. She was having an orgasm. Her pupils were dilated, her
nostrils flared, her lips parted, her breasts swollen and her nipples
nut-hard. She plunged a hand between her thighs and masturbated furiously
with a loud, drawn-out moan.

"Take them," she gasped. "Take them! Quickly!"

Lewis gobbled the pills, his eyes never leaving her face. He sipped the
Coke. Panting and gasping, her chest heaving, Falu was in the throes of an
unstoppable orgasm. He watched her hips gyrate and pump, her hand snapping
and pumping in her crotch, two fingers plunging and twisting in her flesh.
She snapped a vial and waved it under his nose and then did the same for
herself.

The chauffeur gasped. The drugs were potent aphrodisiacs with instantaneous
effects. His penis burst into an erection harder and thicker than his first,
and his balls surged with fresh, hot jizz. His body tingled and his muscles
popped and corded. He felt strong and powerful, as if he could go on and on
fucking without pause. Falu's orgasm redoubled. She bent over and took his
cock deep in her mouth. He gasped and shoved his hand into her crotch again.
Her cunt was dripping wet. Falu sucked her servant's penis hungrily and he
masturbated her rapidly. Her fist pumped his cock and her head rocked
swiftly up and down. Her tongue swirled and coiled and rapped cleverly at
his cock-head. The chauffeur gasped, pumping his hips under her face,
gripping her head and moving it up and down over his lap.

"Oh fuck yes ohhh yes suck it, c'mon suck my prick bitch, suck it harder!"
he gasped.

Panting with excitement, he pushed Falu's head away. Smiling eagerly, wanton
lust written all over her pretty face, Falu lay on her back on the sofa and
spread her legs wide apart, bending her knees and splaying her cunt-lips
open for him. Her pubic fuzz was sparse, her cunt and cunt-lips clean and
moist and tempting. Lewis bent over and thrust his face between her thighs.
Falu smiled and murmured in pleasure. His tongue flickered in her slit and
she gasped, arching her back, clenching his head.

The chauffeur was wild with sexual hunger. Her cunt was juicy and tasted
like nectar. He burrowed his tongue and lips deeper. Falu moaned sharply,
gasping and keening. Her hips juddered and suddenly, jerked up in a frenzy,
her back lifting completely off the sofa, her body supported by her
shoulders on the seat, one foot on the floor, the other on the sofa. He
gripped her buttocks and pressed his face greedily into her cunt. Falu's
head whipped from side to side and her hips jerked and bucked and lurched
under his head. Her fingers gripped his head in excitement.

"OHHH! OHHH YES OHHH! OH! OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHHH!" she cried in a frenzy as a
series of violent, multiple orgasms racked her body.

They went into a sixty-nine, with his body over hers. Falu moaned softly,
her chest heaving with excitement. The orgasms had done nothing to sate her
lust. The aphrodisiacs kept her simmering with desire. She sucked his penis
hungrily while he licked her cunt slowly and heavily. His hips bucked and
bobbed over her face and began to move faster. She sucked harder still,
taking him deep in her mouth. With a muffled groan, the lad exploded. Hot,
tangy jizz spurted from his cock-head and shot into her mouth. Falu's head
swam with pleasure. She sucked his cock, swallowing his seed. Streaks of cum
dribbled over her face. The servant rolled off her, gasping. She smiled
lasciviously, scooping jizz on her fingertip and licking it wantonly.

Lewis' erection was undiminished. He wasn't surprised; he had used these
drugs before and knew their power. A wicked grin creased his handsome
features. Sitting on the sofa, he masturbated slowly.

"C'mon, whore," he said softly. "Want some of my cream in your pussy now?"

Falu got up quickly, her eyes twinkling. "Yes," she said. "I want more. But,
first ... "

He chuckled when she picked up the other things she had brought from the
bedroom. They were a set of latex sheaths. She selected one and moved
towards him.

"Put this on."

Lewis took the sheath from her and examined it, turning it around in his
hands. It was long, and made of thin, clear latex. There was a large
aperture at the top end. The surface was covered with soft, short rubber
spikes, studs and criss-crossed ribs.

"You put it on." He handed it back to her.

Deftly, Falu slid the sheath around his erect penis. It was a perfect, snug
fit. His cock-head popped out of the top aperture. Now his penis was
sheathed in the latex armour. The chauffeur grunted. The sheath was nice and
firm, and he knew, from previous experience, that it would enable him to
retain his erection for a longer period, while the studs and spikes and ribs
added to her enjoyment. He grinned in delight.

"C'mere, you randy whore," he said. "Sit on my prick ... dance on my lance!'

She moved off the sofa smoothly and turned her back to him and straddled his
lap, her legs outside his. Reaching down with one hand, she held his
armoured cock and moved back till her cunt was over it. Behind her, the
driver watched in fascination as she guided the cock to her cunt-hole. Her
buttocks lobed outward as her hips sank. The cock-head slipped through her
cunt-lips. Now the top of the sheath was at her cunt-lips. Falu released his
cock and, her hands on her bent knees, her shoulders hunched with deep
hollows in them, her head arched back, her belly drawn in, slowly swung her
hips in gentle circles. Her buttocks flexed slowly and she smiled in
pleasure. Under her, Lewis grunted as the soft, wet heat of her cunt swamped
his cock-head.

"Doesn't that feel good?" she smiled over her shoulder, her eyes bright with
lust.

"Yeh. Feels great. Come on, sit on it!"

"Slowly, stud, slowly. Patience! Control!"

Falu took her time, savouring the pleasure of having his swollen cock-head
in her cunt, gently swirling her cunt around it. Reaching down, she cupped
his balls, squeezing them.

"Now," she murmured. "Now."

Still churning in slow, wide circles, her cunt began to sink on his shaft.
The driver gasped. His sheathed cock-shaft slid into her cunt and, even
through the latex covering, he could feel the heat and wetness of her flesh.
He bent his head and watched, mesmerised, as her cunt spiralled slowly
downward on his upright penis. The stubs and knobs and spikes popped into
her cunt one by one.

"Oh my Ohhhh yes! Ohhhhh ma Uhhhhh yes Oh god yes Ohhhh yes! Yes!"

Falu gasped sharply, arching her head and biting her lower lip in exquisite
tension, her face creased with a smile of pleasure as she impaled herself on
his penis. Lewis held her slender hips and began to move her cunt round and
round. She murmured and smiled over her shoulder at him again.

"That's better," she murmured. "Much better. Slowly. I want to feel every
bit of your fat cock in my slit."

"Really got the hots for it, haven't you?"

"Yes ...  yes I do ... "

Steadily, Falu sank her hips lower and lower, spiralling inexorably
downward. Her cunt contracted and convulsed on his penis, seeming to suck
him inward. His sheathed cock felt incredibly good in her flesh: big and
thick and hard, it pumped and pulsed electrically. She felt like an enormous
cunt from head to toe. Lower and lower she went, till, finally, her buttocks
were resting on his thighs and his cock was fully embedded in her flesh. She
squirmed her hips on his thighs, squeezing his cock with her cunt, and
leaned back against his deeply cleaved, hairless and muscular chest, her
fingers between their splayed thighs, caressing his dangling balls.

She turned her face to his and he kissed her slowly and deeply. Her tongue
flipped sexily against his. He squeezed her breasts hard, pinching her
nipples.

"Got to hand it to you, babe, you're one helluva piece of ass."

"Thank you kindly, sir," she smiled, tonguing his ear. "You're pretty good,
too."

Slowly, Falu sat up again, impaled on her servant's rampant penis. For a
minute, she paused, writhing comfortably on his lap, her hands on her knees.
Slowly, she lifted her hips. The youth stared as her cunt slid up the length
of his sheathed shaft, contracting and sucking all the while, extruding his
penis almost reluctantly. When she had just his cock-head in her cunt, she
paused and, murmuring softly, swung her hips in a circular motion again.
Then her cunt spiralled downward again, but quickly now, and she gasped
sharply, her head arching back. The young servant gripped her hips and
tossed his head back in an agony of joy. Her cunt was a tight, hot vortex
that seemed to engulf him. Again, her cunt rose up, paused and slowly
spiralled down, and yet again, and again.

Lewis hardly realised when her rhythm changed. Smoothly, imperceptibly, she
began to slide her cunt up and down his magnificent cock in a steady rhythm.
Her hands on her spread knees, her shoulders hunched and hollowed, her head
arched, her belly shuddering, Falu ran her cunt deeply up and down her
twenty-year old lover's penis. He groaned softly as her cunt contracted and
convulsed powerfully on his throbbing penis. The latex sheath glistened
wetly with their comingled juices. She gasped softly, her face radiant with
joy. His penis was wonderfully hot and hard, and the sharp spikes and knobs
and ribs of the sheath rippled over her inflamed clitoris, arousing it
incessantly.

"Mmm ... yes ... Ohhhh yes ... yes ... Ohhh god yes ... fuck me, Lewis ...
fuck me, boy! Fuck my cunt! Ohhh god yes! Ohhhh ... that feels so good ...
Mmmm .... yes!"

The young man closed his eyes, his head flung back and, holding her by the
waist, pumped his hips slowly under her. Her cunt was a hot, wet, suction
device. It enveloped his being, drew him deeper and deeper into a hot, wet,
squelching vortex of sensual pleasure from which he wanted never to escape.

"Ohhhh yeh ... take it ... take it you randy whore-bitch! Take my cock! Ohhh
fuck yes! Ohh yeh! Fuck, yer cunt's so tight ... so hot ... take it, slut!
Take my prick! Ohhhhh UNhhhh OHhhh unhhhh OHhhh ... Yeh ... Ohhhh yeh!"

Falu began moving faster, forcing his pace. Her hips rose and fell faster
and faster, still going deep onto his penis, but swiftly now, with a
squelching, scrunching rasp. His penis crushed into her hot cunt-flesh. Her
breasts bounced and jiggled as she moved and she squeezed them hard and
hissed, erotically rolling the turgid mounds under her open palms.

"C'mon, loverboy ... screw me! Fuck me hard! Give me your cock, stud! OHhhhh
yeh! Ohhhh god yes! Ohhh yeh ... that's it ... do it, baby ... do it!"

Faster and harder yet, till her body was rocking and bouncing furiously on
his lap. Her cunt ran up his shaft and plunged down hard again and she cried
out loudly, her body taut and tense, her mouth wide open, her head flung
back. Tendons popped in her throat, and she broke in a light sex-sweat. Her
buttocks bounced and cannoned off his thighs as she went faster and faster.
Every downthrust made her buttocks lobe outward, and the driver groaned, his
head on his chest, mesmerised by the winking of her anus. He wanted to fuck
it.

"Lewis!" she gasped. "Lewis-Lewis-Lewis ... yes Ohhhh yes ... my tits ...
squeeze my tits, lover ... squeeze them hard!"

She dragged his hands to her breasts and moaned as he crushed them with a
loud chuckle. Holding her breasts, he jerked her body round and round in
savage circles, swinging his hips under her simultaneously. Falu cried out,
her face contorting in a  rictus of lust as the huge penis mashed and
crushed her stormy cunt-flesh.

"Take it! Take it whore! Ohhhh yeh! Take it! Take my prick, you bitch!
OHhhhh fuck Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oHhhhhh yes!" the chauffeur gasped.

Her gold necklace flapped on her sweat-flecked, fair skin. He released her
breasts and they jumped and wobbled almost painfully, swollen and hard, the
nipples quivering stiff. She squeezed them in a frenzy. He held her hips and
swung them violently in tight circles and she cried out and slammed her cunt
hungrily down onto his penis. With an ululating cry, Falu began to orgasm.
Her cunt spasmed and convulsed and contracted savagely on his throbbing
penis, and she jammed her writhing hips against his in joy as the heat
swamped her. The youth lifted her hips and jerked her cunt down hard onto
his penis again and again, making her gasp and cry out. She clenched her
breasts, moaning.

The orgasm ebbed. The chauffeur grunted and noted with surprised
satisfaction that his own climax was not yet imminent. The sheath was
working wonders. Her hips rose slightly, then moved down again. He could see
sodden vulva and the distended, wet cunt-flesh. He eased her off his cock,
her cunt contracting and sucking, almost as though reluctant to release his
cock.

"C'mon whore ... I want to fuck you like a bitch again," he grunted.

Panting and groaning, Falu did his bidding. In bed, she was a compliant
sex-slave, ever ready to submit herself to all her lovers' needs. He made
place for her as she knelt on the low couch-seat, her legs spread wide and
leaned forward with her forearms on the floor. Her body was angled sharply
downwards and away from his, and her buttocks were pulled open. For a second
he was drawn by the temptation of her anus. He paused, deliberating.

"Fuck my ass, if you want," she said. "Without the sheath."

"No," he said at last, making up his mind. "Not now. Later."

The chauffeur straddled her hips with his feet on the couch and bent his
knees deeply. Pulling her buttocks open, he pressed his gloved penis to her
cunt. Falu's buttocks squirmed as his cock-head pressed to her cunt-lips.

"C'mon, bitch, beg for it!" he snorted, slapping her buttocks lightly. "Say
you want it!"

"Lewis," she groaned, "give it to me ... give me your cock ... in my cunt
... I want it ... fuck my slit, lover!"

"That's better," he chortled. "Now tell me how you want it."

"Slowly," she muttered. "Fuck me slowly."

"No!" he shouted. "Wrong answer! You lose, bitch! You've got to say hard!
HARD!"

The young servant plunged his penis into Falu's cunt, ramming his cock deep
into her flesh. She cried out loudly, her head snapping up, her body jerking
under his thrust, her face twisting and contorting in a rictus of lust as
the huge, sheathed penis surged into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed
frantically on his penis. He laughed, his cock jammed deep into her cunt,
his balls and thighs pressed to her buttocks, his hands on her hips.

"That's better!" he chuckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? Hah?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh god, yes!"

"Good answer, bitch. Full marks. You get first prize. Guess what that is?"
He was rock-still inside her.

"I don't know. What ... what, Lewis?"

He threw back his head and cackled. "This!"

He pushed her forward and slid his hips back, pulling his cock outward and
then rammed savagely into her again, jerking her cunt down on his cock.

"OHHHHHHHHunhhhhhAHHHHHHHUNHHHH!"

Falu screamed thinly, her face contorting with naked lust and tension, her
fingers scrabbling at the deep-pile carpet.

"C'mon, whore, take it! Like this!" Laughing and chuckling, the chauffeur
pulled out and rammed in again.

Falu's cry was sharp and shrill. Her mouth was torn open, her face contorted
with lust, the lips drawn back in a rictus of agonised joy. Tendons popped
in her throat, and her body snapped forward under his lunge, her breasts
wobbling violently. The youth rammed his cock into her cunt repeatedly, for
several times. At last, he jammed his cock into her and paused. Falu
groaned, her chest heaving, her voice hoarse, her breath ragged. His cock
filled her cunt, and the spikes and knobs and ribs on the sheath squeezed
her inflamed clitoris. Smiling, her servant waited, caressing her with
sudden gentleness, running his dark hands up and down her smooth, fair body,
leaning forward to fondle her breasts. She moaned, panting, and her buttocks
squirmed against his in longing.

"Don't ... stop ... that ... was ... great ...," she gasped.

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled arrogantly. "You say that each time."

"Fuck me, lover ... go on ... fuck my cunt ... please ...," she moaned.

 "I love it when you beg for it like a real whore," he grinned. "You really
want it?"

"Yes! God, yes!"

"Okey-doke. Here goes!"

He slid his penis out of her and then ran it smoothly into her. It was a
quick, yet gentle, unforced action and Falu's face creased with pleasure.
She murmured her joy.

"Mmm ... god ... that feels so good ..."

"Yeh ... oh fuck yeh ... that's good ... mm yeh!"

"God yes ... fuck me, Lewis ... go on ... fuck my slit ... yes ... ohhhh yes
baby yes ... that's it ... mmmm ... like that ... put it all in, lover ...
shove it in all the way ... I want to feel it all ... give it to me, lover
... yes ... ohhhh yes!"

The chauffeur flung his head back and closed his eyes, groaning softly with
pleasure. Her cunt was hot vortex and it sucked and convulsed and contracted
on his pistoning penis like a vice. His fingertips on the small of her back,
he moved her body back and forth, swinging his hips rhythmically and
steadily. His penis slid smoothly in and out of her cunt.

Under him, Falu swayed and rocked on her forearms and knees. Her breasts
wobbled and jiggled and her gold necklace swung back and forth. Her cunt
slid up and down the length of his armoured shaft. Her back bowed and
arched, bowed and arched. His buttocks flexed and unflexed steadily as he
swung from the waist. Her buttocks lobed open as her cunt slid down his
cock-shaft and, looking down, he grinned at the sight of her winking anus.
It tempted him, and he pressed his finger-tip to it. Falu's buttocks writhed
and she gasped in pleasure. Her sphincter yielded and, his head bent,
grinning from ear to ear, still fucking her cunt, the chauffeur slid his
finger into her tight asshole and began to move it round and round and in
and out. Falu groaned loudly, her body twisting as she reached back for his
hand, gripping his wrist and urging him to push it in deeper. Grinning with
delight at her reaction, Lewis pushed his finger into her anus all the way
to his knuckle. Her rectum convulsed helplessly on it. Her ass was hot and
tight and the idea of sodomising her excited him further.

"Ohhh god Lewis oh god oh god OHHHhhh unnhhh Ohmauhhnn OHhhhma uhnnn
Ohmaohmaohma Ohhh unhh Ohhh LewUHHis Ohhh yes Ohhhh!" Falu moaned in a
frenzy.

He began moving faster still, jerking his finger rapidly in and out of her
ass while he swung his hips swiftly from the waist. His penis pistoned and
stroked in and out of her cunt, the latex sheath squelching wetly through
her sodden flesh. Lewis flung his handsome head back and gasped as her cunt
convulsed on his penis. He slid his finger out of her, and, holding her
buttocks open, jerking her back and forth, fucked her faster and faster. His
hips swung furiously now, and his thighs and balls slapped against her
buttocks, bouncing and rebounding off them. His cock crushed and squeezed
into her cunt, pistoning vigorously. Falu jerked and rocked under him, her
head bowed, gasping and panting, trying to still the raging fires in her
loins. Her servant's fucking was unbelievably good.

She lifted her head and moaned, her body snapping and jerking under his
thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling and wobbling almost painfully. Goaded
by her love-calls, the youth grinned and grunted and kept fucking her hard,
ramming and reaming smoothly into her flesh, pulverizing and crushing it
with his distended organ. Gasping heavily, he slowed, burying his penis
inside her. Falu's orgasm neared.

Lewis grimaced and gingerly spread his feet even further apart. Slowly,
carefully, so as not to snap his cock out of her or hurt her, he leaned
deeply forward with his hands on the floor next to hers. Now they were like
two inverted hairpins, one inside the other, with Falu under him. His crotch
pressed taut to her cunt. He had to rise on the balls of his feet, and
corded sinew stood out in his thighs and legs with the strain of the
position.

Falu looked up, turning her head to his in surprise and pleasure. He grinned
and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it
hungrily. He swirled his tongue through her ear.

"Now," he murmured softly, panting, his breath hot on her face. "Now I'm
gonna fuck your cunt *real* hard, bitch! Like I fuck all my whores!"

His hips moved again. Falu gasped as they lifted and his cock slid outward.
He flexed his buttocks and his hips sank rapidly, his cock surging into her
cunt-flesh. She gasped in pleasure. Again his hips rose, rose and sank, rose
and sank, rose and sank. His cock pistoned steadily, and then he began to
move faster; and faster still; and faster yet. Pinned beneath him, Falu
gasped loudly, her body jerking and rocking. Faster and faster he went, and
now his thighs and balls were crashing against her buttocks, bouncing and
rebounding and cannoning furiously off them. Falu's body snapped and lurched
under him, her swollen breasts jiggling and swinging frenetically. Her head
arched, then bowed and she moaned and whimpered ecstatically. Faster and
faster he went, and then, shuffling his feet still further apart, began
ram-fucking her demonically. His buttocks flexed and unflexed furiously. His
hips swung back and forth like a trip-hammer at full blast. His cock
thundered and pistoned and cannoned in and out of her cunt. It appeared and
disappeared between her buttocks, piledriving in and out, ramming and
reaming up and down, slamming in hard, pulling out, then plunging deeply in
again.

"OH! OH! OHMA-OH-OHMA-OHMA-UNH-OHMA-UNH-OHMA-OHMA-OHMA-OHMA-OHHHHHH!" Falu
cried.

"OH-UNH-UNH-HEUGH-UNH-UNH-UNH-UNH-UNH-UNH-UNH-HEUGH," the servant panted.

It was an incredibly erotic sight. The dark, muscular, handsome servant with
his immense cock bent over the curved, fair, naked flesh of his *memsahib*,
his cock hammering and plunging and plummeting furiously up and down, in and
out, up and down, in and out; her lovely swollen breasts wobbling angrily;
her pretty face bowed, her eyes closed, lips parted, moaning in an erotic
stupor.

>From behind, a viewer would have been able to see his own anus, shorn clean
and puckered, winking as his buttocks bobbed and bounced madly over hers.
His cock, clad in its latex sheath, thundered in and out of her cunt, and
his heavy, loaded balls slapped against her distended cunt-lips. He was
unstoppable, apparently insatiable, untiring. He continued fucking her
furiously for several minutes and, in that time, Falu had a number of sharp,
violent orgasms that ripped the breath from her throat and left her
shuddering and trembling and moaning.

He had to feel her cunt on his naked cock. He stopped briefly, ripped the
sheath off, and quickly plunged into her again with a cry of relief. Her
cunt was searing hot and tight as a vice. His cock, shorn smooth down to the
hilt, burrowed deep. It felt wonderful. He plunged into her again and again,
and the fires in his loins roiled and spread, leaping upward. He could not
contain himself. With a shuddering moan, he rammed into her repeatedly, his
hips twitching at her buttocks and, at last, jerking out of her,
masturbating furiously, vented himself with a loud cry. Hot gunk spewed from
his cock-head and spattered her buttocks and thighs and back. He pressed his
dribbling cock between her buttocks and slid it into her craven, thirsty
slit again.

The aphrodisiacs continued to please him. He pulled out of her slowly, his
cock-head dribbling cum over her buttocks and paused. His penis was still
rock-hard and he sensed the copious abundance still in his reservoirs. His
cock glistened with their juices. Pulling her buttocks open, he smiled at
the sight of her anus. He pressed his cock-head to her asshole.

"Now," he said softly. "I want your ass, whore. You ready for it?"

Falu groaned. Her limbs felt leaden and she felt dizzy and light-headed with
the violence of her orgasms.

"Lewis ... get one of those vials. I need another hit."

He chuckled and lumbered off the couch and fetched a vial. Snapping it in
his fingers, he waved it gently under her nose. Falu was still on her
forearms and knees, her head bowed. She inhaled deeply, held her breath, her
eyes closed. The drug hit her and her body spasmed and trembled. A mild
orgasm swept through her, and she her lust grew afresh.

"Better. Much better," she said softly, in a husky voice. "Now fuck my
butt."

Lewis knelt behind her and pulling her buttocks apart, pressed his cock-head
to her anus. Falu's body rose on outstretched arms to permit him deeper
access. He grinned and slid his hands up to cup her pendulous breasts.

"As my old man always said when he took me to the whorehouses with him, when
you're buggering a broad, take it easy. Nice and slow."

He flexed his buttocks, holding her hips firmly and his cock-head popped
into her anus. Falu gasped sharply, biting her lower lip in tension, her
head snapping up. Her nostrils were flared, and her buttocks tensed and
writhed, her anus squeezing the intruding organ. The youth grunted in
pleasure.

"Mm. Nice. Very nice. Hot 'n tight. Just the way I like it."

Slowly, he eased his hips forward, squeezing his penis deeper into her anus.
Falu's mouth snapped open and she groaned loudly, her head rising. He
squeezed her dangling breasts, writhing his hips, rolling them, skewering
her anus from all angles.

"Oh yeh, baby ... that's good!" he gasped. "That's real good!"

The chauffeur buried his penis in Falu's anus. She felt no pain. The
aphrodisiacs ensured that and, anyway, she loved being fucked in the ass.
Her body flamed with lust. Her buttocks writhed eagerly against his thighs.
She reached between her legs and cupped his balls, squeezing them
affectionately.

"That's wonderful, lover," she murmured. "You're cock's so good in there."

He grinned. "You're one hot number, slut. You really like it in your ass,
don't you?"

She smiled over her shoulder at him. "Oh yes. Yes I do. I just love it."

Her eyes twinkled and Lewis thought she looked adorable. He grinned. She was
a wonderful, happy fuck.

"Come on, stud. Fuck my ass now," she said, arching her tongue across her
upper lip in an erotically inviting gesture. "Do it!"

He took his time sodomising her, fucking her ass slowly and gently with
erotic little rocking motions, not ramming or reaming into her. Her anus was
hot and tight and it squeezed his cock wantonly, in evident excitement. His
hips rocked gently back and forth, and his penis slid smoothly in and out of
her anus. Falu murmured in pleasure, rocking on her hands and knees, rolling
her hips, swirling her ass around his cock, running it up and down the
length of his shaft.

"Mmm ... yes ... ohhh that's so good ... yes ... yes," she murmured.

"Yeh ... Ohhhh yeh! Ohhh fuck yes!" he gasped, his head tossed back.

Thrusting a hand under her belly, he fingered her clit. Falu moaned and
writhed against him. He squeezed her breasts and struck them lightly, making
her gasp and smile with pleasure. He chuckled, pinching her rigid nipples,
squeezing her swollen breasts tenderly.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured.

"Ohhh yes, Lewis ... yes ... ohhh god yes ... come on ... fuck me, lover ...
fuck my ass! Ohhhhh yes!"

Smoothly, he picked up speed and began fucking her faster without
ram-fucking her. Falu gasped and moaned and whimpered in pleasure. He went
faster still, his thighs slapping softly against her quivering buttocks.
Falu began to orgasm, and her sphincter cramped taut on his penis. The
driver gasped and shuddered and skewered her ass again.

"Come on baby ... come on come on come on ... come in my ass, lover ... I
want to feel your jizz in my butt," she muttered obscenely. "Ohhh yes! Do
it! Fuck my butt, Lewis! Fuck my ass!"

His thighs smacked against hers as he moved faster, pushing his cock in as
deep as it would go. Falu groaned in lust. He flung his head back and moaned
and, slowing, pushed it in all the way and came to a grinding halt, his hips
twitching at her buttocks. His orgasm neared. He plunged into her again and
again. Falu gasped and cried out as his penis rocked into her, paused,
lurched out, rammed in again. Suddenly, he jerked out and, shaking his cock,
exploded violently. The heat surged from his balls and burst from his
cock-head. Falu's face creased in a smile of pure joy when she felt the
sharp sting of his seed on her anus and buttocks and between them, over her
back and down her thighs. Slowly, he pushed his cock back into her anus. She
groaned. His erection had not waned a whit. He grinned in delight.

"Fuck," he crowed. "It's still hard!"

Falu giggled and, easing herself off his cock, turned around and nuzzled his
penis. "And good thing, too," she murmured. "Wouldn't be much fun if you
were hard and I wasn't hot, would it? Or vice versa?"

"Whatever that means."

"Never mind."

She opened her mouth and sucked his cock again. It smelled dank and sexy,
covered with spoot and the juices from her cunt and ass. It was a heady,
potent cocktail. She licked and sucked his penis lasciviously, running her
tongue and lips up and down every inch of his shaft. The young servant
groaned in pleasure. After several minutes, she paused and turned on her
back on the floor and pulled him down over her. Between her thighs, his body
bent over hers, Lewis pushed his cock to her cunt. She held him and guided
him into her cunt again. He entered her smoothly and quickly and deeply and
she sighed in pleasure, arching under him as the hard heat of his penis
filled her flesh. Her legs rose and wrapped around his thighs. Her groin
squirmed beneath his. She kissed him gently, exploring his mouth with her
tongue, caressing his smooth, sweat-slippery, muscular body.

They began to rock together, without urgency, murmuring their pleasure,
kissing and fondling each other like lovers. Her sharp nipples scraped
against his chest and he bent his head and sucked them, making her moan and
arch her back in pleasure. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips
rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His penis glistened and shone as it
pistoned up and down, in and out of her flesh. Her cunt bobbed and bucked in
unison with his. She clenched his buttocks.

"Faster," she gasped. "Faster and harder! Fuck me harder, Lewis! Come on!
Ohhh fuck yes! Ohhh god yes!"

He groaned and rising on his outstretched arms, began swinging his hips
rapidly up and down. She gasped and arched under him, her loins heaving
under his. He flung his head back and moaned.

"My tits," she gasped. "Squeeze my tits!"

He put his hands on her breasts, supporting his weight, crushing them under
his palms as his hips rocked faster and faster. His penis plunged deep into
her cunt with a soft squelch, crushing her cunt-flesh. Up and down it went,
his balls squeezing against her vulva with each downthrust. Faster and
faster they moved, gasping and groaning softly, their bodies slapping
together and Falu orgasmed yet again. This time he could not hold back.
Groaning in relief, he sank his penis into her cunt-scabbard over and over
again till at last he was sated. With a shuddering moan, he drew out of her
cunt and exploded again. Jizz spumed from his cock-head and settled on her
breasts and belly and thighs like thick strands of ticker-tape. Falu moaned
in pleasure. Slowly, he shoved his cock back into her cunt. Under him, Falu
gasped, her cunt convulsing on his penis, sucking it dry, and, pulling his
head down to hers, kissed him deeply, her tongue arching into his mouth. The
servant groaned and bent his head, gasping and panting. He felt dizzy with
relief, and his limbs were heavy as the tension drained.

"Cut!" The director shouted. "It's a take! Wrap it up boys!"

The heavy arc lights died. There was a little silence and then, quite
spontaneously, the film crew burst into applause, clapping and whistling
their appreciation. On the set, Falu flipped onto her back, naked and
spreadeagled, her body open to the stares of a dozen pairs of hungry eyes
and smiled. They were all her friends, many were her lovers.

"Hey, Falu, try me next time!" A young spotboy swept down from his high
perch.

"Ask Hemant, Umesh," she murmured. "If he says so, fine."

The director scrambled onto the set, grinning hugely, snapping directions,
doing ten things at once.

"We'll figure out who you fuck next time, Falu my sweet pussycat," he
chortled. "That was great, thank you."

"You think so, really?"

"On my mother's dishonour. Fabulous stuff. Okay, let's see, what've we got
next?"

He turned around to an assistant. Lewis was getting up, pulling on a robe.
He grinned at Falu, bent and kissed her.

"Thanks, that was good."

"Thank *you*, Lewis. Great control."

A costume girl gave Falu a moist napkin and robe. Lying there on the set,
Falu mopped her body, wiping her cunt and ass. Some of the hornier crew boys
ogled. She enjoyed their attention and took her time. The director turned
around with a clipboard in his hand.

"Okay, you can take a break. We'll shoot again tomorrow. The light should be
better then. With you and our lead stud, Mohan. That gives you a good three
or four hours yet. Suit you?"

"Fine."

"Okay, boys, pack up."

The director left her. Falu got up, pulled on the robe and walked off the
set and down a dimly lit corridor to her dressing room. She washed quickly,
changed into ordinary clothes, a simple *churidar* and *kurta*, straightened
her hair, did her eyes, dotted her forehead with a small *bindi* and left
the studio. Her car was waiting outside, a dark grey Honda Accord. The
driver was Lewis. He smiled at her and she nodded as she got into the rear
seat. He pulled away gently, and she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Falu called the house from the car phone and told Mohan, her servant, to
start the jacuzzi. At the house, she dismissed Lewis for the evening, and
took the elevator up to her apartment. Her husband and his brother and
sister-in-law were out. Only Mohan was in, and he was in the bathroom, clad
in a jock-strap and nothing else, adjusting the water in the jacuzzi. Falu
stripped as she walked in, shedding her clothes in a trail on the floor. She
showered in the small glass cubicle. It had spray nozzles at three heights
and she adjusted the lower and middle ones, gasping as the hot water
hammered her crotch and breasts. Then she stepped out and slipped into the
jacuzzi with a luxurious sigh. Mohan smiled and pulled off his jock-strap.
His penis was long and thick and dark and his body was muscular and tough,
the torso V-shaped and hairless, the chest deeply cleaved, the belly hard
and flat. His face was rugged and handsome. He slipped into the water with
her, opposite her. Falu sat with her head tilted back against the lip of the
jacuzzi. Her servant floated over and, silently, began massaging her body
with his hands, caressing her gently. At some point, he rose to his feet in
the jacuzzi, the water crashing around his sturdy thighs and Falu smiled and
sucked his penis till he was erect. He fucked her mouth slowly, savouring
the wonders of her tongue and lips and teeth on his penis. Her cock-sucking
was exceptional, her mouth soft and warm and moist, yet erotically insistent
in its pressure. When he was ready, she released him and he sank gratefully
into the water. Falu floated towards him and sat across his lap, his erect
penis in her hand. With a soft sigh, she slipped her cunt around it, taking
him deep into her flesh smoothly and without hesitation. The servant
murmured in pleasure as the heat of her cunt enveloped his penis. She leaned
forward and kissed him languorously again, and he squeezed her breasts.

They sat in the jacuzzi for a long while, rocking gently back and forth,
keeping their lust simmering, fondling and caressing each other. She was a
most proficient lover: deftly, she kept him from losing his erection while
simultaneously holding him back. Her cunt squirmed gently, imperceptibly
squeezing his penis and she kept his mind aroused by talking dirty, making
erotic suggestions, adroitly caressing his erogenous zones. She kissed him
sexily, flipping her tongue at his, scraped her fingernails across his
nipples and sucked and licked them, tongued his ear, nibbled his lobe. He
tensed with pleasure and fondled her gently.

They stepped out of the tub and went to her bed, dripping wet. She turned on
her side and lifted her upper leg high. He lay behind her and slowly
squeezed his cock into her again. Falu murmured happily, and turned her face
to his. He kissed her deeply, squeezing her swollen breasts, and began
fucking her quickly, swinging his hips back and forth, driving his penis in
and out of her cunt. She jerked and lurched on his penis, her breasts
wobbling with their actions. The bed rocked and bounced.

He slowed and rolled her over onto her front and took her again, rapidly and
hard, hammering his hips greedily at her cunt. Kneeling behind her, holding
her hips, he jerked her cunt up and down on his cock, pumping his hips
swiftly back and forth. Her thighs were folded under her belly, forming a
great obtuse V.

"Take it! Take it, babe, take it! Take my cock, Ohhh yeh-yeh-yeh Ohhh yes!
Ohh yes!"

Sprawled on her front under him, her buttocks raised high, her face arched
and suffused with excitement, Falu trembled and moaned and gasped her
pleasure as his penis plunged into her cock incessantly, desperately. Her
breasts swung and jiggled under his thrusts and she lurched rapidly back and
forth on her forearms and thighs, shoving her cunt down deep onto his cock.

"Ohhhh yes! Yes Mohan yes! Fuck me! Ohhhh unhhh MohUHHHn Unhhh oh
MOHhhhhhhunhhhh OHhhhhh! Fuck me, lover! Fuck my slit Ohhhhhh god yes! Fuck
me hard baby yes Ohhhhh yes that's it! Ohhhh god yes! That's it!"

"AHHHHHHHHH uhhh ahh unhhh ohhhh unh unhhhh UNH UNHH UNHHH UNHHHHH UNHHHH
OHHH UNHHH OH OH OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" the servant gasped, pounding madly at
her cunt.

Faster and faster he went, thrusting insatiably in and out, his inflamed
penis rasping over her gorged clitoris, crushing it in passage, mashing her
cunt-flesh. Falu squeezed her breasts, her shoulders falling forward, her
face turned to one side, radiant with lust. Her eyes were closed, and her
lips formed a large 'O' as she cried out in unfaked excitement.

"Mohan," she gasped. "Take my ass! Butt-fuck me!"

Panting with excitement, the servant lurched out of her cunt and quickly
squeezed his penis into her anus. Falu gasped sharply, then moaned as the
huge cock penetrated her anus. It slid inward, disappearing into her asshole
and then he began fucking her rapidly, thrusting eagerly in and out of her
cunt, his thighs slapping at her buttocks. She groaned, jerking and lurching
beneath him.

"Now," she gasped. "In my cunt again! Come in my cunt!"

The servant did as she asked and quickly plunged his penis into her cunt.
Falu cried out as the searing rod slid into her belly. He fucked her
savagely for several minutes, his cock plundering her cunt, his cock ramming
down hard into her slit till she came hard, the heat swamping her, and
sweeping him along in its tidal flood.

Groaning, the man lurched out of her cunt and exploded, showering her back
and cunt and thighs with his hot, stinging jizz. Shaking his cock, he
spattered her buttocks with jizz, smearing it with his cock-head into the
cleft between her buttocks. Slowly, he pressed his cock into her anus and
she groaned and let him in again. He slid in and out slowly for a few
minutes and finally slipped out of her anus and into her cunt, back into her
anus, and into her cunt.

Finally, he left her flesh. Gently, he eased out of her and flipped on his
back beside her. She smiled and snuggled her head on his chest, her fingers
tracing patterns on his belly.

"Once again."

"Yes."

Falu smiled and slid down to take his penis in her mouth again. The servant
sighed and leaned back, his eyes closed, his hands caressing her head.

"Mmm ... yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck it good ... yeh ... that's it ...
use your tongue ... mmm yeh ... that's it ... ahhhh yes ...."

His penis was musky and tangy with all her juices. Falu's head swam with
excitement. She sucked his cock lasciviously, running her tongue up and down
its enormous length, scraping his shaft with her teeth, sucking the gorged
knob. Taking it deep in her mouth, she sucked him rapidly, her head bobbing
up and down over his lap. Moaning, she caressed her face with it. Rising
slightly, she squeezed her breasts in a taut sheath over it. Mohan groaned
in pleasure. Her breasts were warm and soft and he could feel her hard
nipples scraping his shaft.

"Come on, whore ... sit on it," he grunted, pulling her up.

She rose, her eyes bright with lust, her nostrils flared, her lips parted.
Swinging a leg over his hips, she straddled his lap, his cock in her hand
between her legs. She pressed the cock-head to her cunt-lips and lowered her
hips gently with a soft moan.

"Mmm ... Ohhh yes!"

The servant grunted as her cunt enveloped his cock-head. Falu paused,
smiling down at him, squeezing his cock-head with her cunt-lips, not taking
the rest of his cock into her right away. Mohan groaned softly.

"Does that feel good?" she murmured, bending forward to thrust her tongue
into his mouth.

"Yeh. Oh yeh, it feels good," he mumbled, squeezing her breasts.

He ran his hands down her smooth, creamy back, caressing her buttocks and
thighs. Falu swung her hips slowly in undulating circles. Gently, her hips
slipped lower, spiralling downward on his shaft. The servant groaned as her
intense cunt-heat enveloped his shaft. Falu moaned softly and lifted her
breasts to his lips. He flicked his tongue delicately at one nipple,
pinching and rolling the other in his finger. Falu shuddered, her head
arched back. Her hips began moving up and down and he responded superbly,
moving in perfect unison with her.

"Ohhhhh yes ... yes ohhhh god yes ... that's nice ... that's so nice," she
murmured.

"Mmm ... nice hot cunt you've got, whore," he said, his fingers tracing
patterns down her back, making her tremble and shudder with excitement.
"Nice and hot and tight."

They fucked slowly and unhurriedly in that position, rocking together up and
down, her cunt sliding along the length of his shaft. The servant moved
smoothly with her, not forcing the pace, tenderly making love to this
wonderful woman. Falu groaned and gasped and began moving with greater
urgency as the fires grew and spread. Her buttocks rose and fell, bouncing
off his thighs. Her cunt slid steeply up and down the length of his shaft
and he moved in unison so that his hips rose to meet hers in descent, his
penis penetrating deep into her flesh. Falu shuddered and gasped as she
orgasmed slowly and intensely. Her cunt spasmed on his penis.

They finished with him fucking her on her back, bent over her on his knees,
his arms stretched, his hands on the bed, his hips rocking smoothly up and
down, up and down, his cock driving in and out of her cunt. Falu groaned and
gasped under him, kissing her servant, fondling and caressing his body, her
hips bucking eagerly under his, her legs twined about his lean hips. His
enormous penis plunged in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing
from her between her cunt-lips. Her breasts wobbled and shook with his
thrusts. His buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully, his hips swung evenly
back and forth.

"Ohhh yes yes Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Mohan! Fuck me!" she cried.

There was a short, sharp gasp. Manisha stood at the door, watching her
husband fuck her widowed sister. Her face was a tragic mask. It filled the
screen and then, slowly, as her eyes brimmed with tears, began to fade.

"Cut!" called the director. "It's a take!"

Applause and whistles split the air. At the door, Manisha smiled. On the
bed, Falu groaned, her body lurching and writhing under Mohan's.

"No," she groaned. "Please, no ... not now ... not yet ... not yet ..."

The image faded and the end-titles began to roll.