Chapter 11
Vijayalakshmi Uday had been as surprised as her husband was when Kapoor had asked if she would like the job as his secretary. Of course the company had rules about husbands and wives working in the same office, but they could get around that by using her maiden name, Umesh. That way the big shots wouldn't know that she and Uday were married. Kapoor told them to think about it because his secretary was leaving at the end of the month.
Uday was more dumbfounded than surprised, since the night of their sixth month anniversary Kapoor had seemed a little distant at work, while at other times he couldn't be reached because he was out of the office. But Vijayalakshmi was floating on air, now she would be with him every day not just a couple of hours three times a week. Of course, she still loved her husband but, since that night with Kapoor and the other two, Kartik and Parmar, she couldn't stop thinking about sex. Even her dreams were filled with visions of the three men with her small body sandwiched between them.
Since that night each of them had visited her several times at home while her husband was working and she had been like a kid in a candy store. She had even bought several very sexy negligees that left very little to the imagination. Uday finally agreed that taking the job might be a good idea, more money, as well as the chance to be close to him. He could stop by every so often, maybe even go out to lunch sometimes.
As she dressed for her first day at the office she tried on several of her miniskirts, even the one she had worn the night of the celebration, the night her husband had passed out and Kapoor, Suresh and George had fucked her. But they weren't what a young woman would wear to her new job so instead she wore the light gray business suit her husband had picked out. The jacket was form fitting, giving it a tailored look, the skirt came three inches above her knees with a two inch slit an the left side allowing her easy leg movement while at the same time highlighting her petite figure.
Arriving at the office she went through the usual paper work and forms for new employees and then to her surprise she was told to come back the next day for a three day indoctrination course. She would be paid for the full week but she wouldn't start her job till the next week. For the rest of the week she sat through the classes pretending to pay attention but really daydreaming.
Vijayalakshmi wasn't too happy, she radiated sex and nobody was around to appreciate it but the overweight Employment Director Mr. Riaz and a couple of new female employees. And she doubted if the ugly man even noticed her body even after she had flashed him a couple of times.
On Friday the Director dismissed everyone early but asked her to stay because he wanted to talk to her about something important. As the last person left he walked to the door and locked it, and turning to her began removing his coat and tie.
"My dear Vijayalakshmi I think you ought to know that Kapoor has admitted to me about his affair with you. Ms. Umesh, or should I say Mrs. Uday, wife of Uday Uday who is the Assistant Manager of our Engineering Department. You see my dear, Kapoor, well not just Kapoor, but his two flunkies Kartik and Parmar just couldn't keep their mouths shut. They talked just one time too many about their work day meetings with you and I overheard them. And now my sweet little pet, Kapoor has been transferred and Kartik and Parmar have been fired. But what do we do with you, let's see, we can always say that the new man wanted someone else for the position. Someone more mature, or we can say we discovered that you were really Uday's wife. Of course that would mean you wouldn't have a job and that we would have to let Uday go, or, help me out here would you, Vijayalakshmi."
His pudgy hands rested on her small shoulders and began softly caressing them as he spoke. Then, just as he had gotten to the part about helping him out, his hand slipped from her shoulder and into her blouse to fondle a tea cup sized tit.
Vijayalakshmi knew what he meant and knew what she had to do to keep her husband from being fired. She was old enough, even if only 24, to understand that not only would her husband be fired, but that when he found out the reason was because she had been fucking his boss and co-workers, he would leave her and she would have nowhere to go.
Smiling up into the ugly face of Mr. Riaz as he told her to get naked Vijayalakshmi stood and slowly removed her jacket and blouse, and then with a seductive wiggle of her hips, slid her skirt down followed by her white bikini panties.
Watching as she removed her clothes, Mr. Riaz could hardly believe how easily she had given in, his hands roamed over her before pulling her young delicate body into his, kissing her deeply. Her tongue pushed against his as she kissed him back willingly melting her body against him accepting what was about to happen.
As he pushed on her shoulders she dropped to her knees, knowing instinctively what he wanted and began undoing his belt, letting his pants fall around his feet.
Her hand reached into his underwear freeing his limp penis and began rubbing it over her firm little tits watching it harden and then licking along its length before taking it into her mouth and lovingly sucking it. His hands brushed through her hair as she sucked and nibbled on his pecker and when she touched his nuts he felt them harden and release the pent up load of cum into her willing mouth.
Her eyes never left his as she sucked him to full bone hardness and then swallowed his cum. Her small hands caressed him, trying to make him hard again, because she knew he wanted to also fuck her, and when finally Mr. Riaz fell between her legs sinking his 5 inch cock into her she moaned and thrashed about as if she was loving his dick.
As the man climaxed Vijayalakshmi faked her own orgasm, knowing that this man would think he was a stud satisfying a young 24 year old girl.
Pulling his limp cum covered organ from her he told her to lick him clean, and as he watched her kneel between his legs and lick along the sides and over the knob of his cock he fantasized about his new sex toy. Putting her clothes on as the door was unlocked he told her she had the job and would see her Monday morning.
And then laughing at his own joke told her that from now on she would be doing a lot of "DICK TAKING".
That night she and Uday talked about Kapoor being transferred.
He asked where she was going to work.
Telling him Mr. Riaz had asked for her, he was surprised because there were rumors about sexual harassment against him, telling her that if the fat, ugly prick tried anything to let him know.
During the next few weeks Vijayalakshmi was called into the office daily and with only a nod of his head she would drop to her knees, sucking him till he got hard.
And then she would lean over his desk as he raised her skirt and fucked her. She did her best to accept her fate knowing that she was saving her husbands job but also sparing him from humiliation.
She did not know that video cameras had shot her willingly suck his dick and fuck him until the day he bent her over his chair and pushed his cock into her virgin anus.
At first the pain had been almost unbearable but as he bent over her small petite form squeezing her firm tits and pinching her nipples while whispering how tight her ass hole was for a slut, something happened that she couldn't explain.
At first it was only a slight movement around his hardness as she shifted her legs trying to ease the pain, but as his fat belly continued to pound against her widely splayed buttocks she began pushing back, rotating her ass and moaning for him to fuck her.
Her movements became more wanton and her body glistened as if misted by a light spring shower as she bucked and twisted against his thrust, impaling herself as she screamed out her need.
His whispers urging her on while calling her a whore, and a cock hungry slut who liked having her ass hole fucked made her want his cock all the more, and then as her climax reached the bursting point and her whole body began writhing in ecstasy, he told her that she was being videotaped.
Dirty mailing her had been easy from the start, and now that he not only had tapes of her sucking his cock and fucking him, but of her going crazy as he fucked her ass.
She was his to do with as he pleased. With only his word before, he was surprised that she hadn't resisted, but now, now he had tapes, and there was no way she could fight or resist him for fear of him showing her husband the tapes.
Yes, this young auburn hair slut would set things right for him, from now on he would not just be an ugly fat man that people laughed at behind his back.
He would still be fat and ugly but now he would have a young auburn hair beauty that men stared at with lust, hanging onto him as if he were the greatest lover in the world. Pulling his soft cock from her tightly clinging asshole he twisted her around and pushed her to her knees shoving his cock against her lips telling her to lick his cock clean.
Vijayalakshmi at first hesitated but then opened her lips and began licking the cock clean that had just been in her ass as the thought of video tapes surfaced. This was even better then he had hoped for as he watched her tongue lick his cock clean of her body juices and his cum.
What she was now doing was not helping her as she might think, but him, the video cameras were getting everything, pictures as well as sound, showing how much of a slut she was by willingly licking his cock clean and then sucking it into her mouth after he had fucked her asshole.
As his body shuddered with another climax, his cock was like an unmanned fire hose filling her mouth and throat with cum. Swallowing every last drop of his sperm and licking her lips she slowly rose to her feet. Watching the tape that evening he started fantasizing about her wearing micro minis with only a garter belt, stockings and heels. He pictured her pert little breasts lightly hidden under the translucent blouses she would wear, walking beside him as he moved about in public, going to places where he had seldom gone.
Turning his computer on he scanned the openings his company had, first within North America and then worldwide. At last he found what he was looking for.
The new offices in Saudi Arabia needed a drafting engineer as dept. head, and pulling up Uday's personal files he saw that with just slight embellishment, Uday would be just the man they were looking for.
The only problem was he could not take any family, wasn't that a shame. And then laughing until his sides hurt he forwarded Mr. Uday personal file to the CEO with the recommendation that he be given the job with a salary of Rs.25, 00,000 yearly.
An increase of only Rs.1,30,000 but with the understanding that the Rs. 25,00,000 was tax free and that his families medical insurance would be paid by the company bringing a total outlay of Rs. 30,00,000 saving the company over Rs.12,50,000 that it could put to use elsewhere.
The next day he got a call from the CEO telling him that Mr. Uday file appeared very good and thanked him for saving the company money.
Telling him to make all travel and housing arrangements for the young man and that he would start in two weeks as the new Dept. Head in Saudi Arabia. Calling Vijayalakshmi into his office he asked her to get with the Saudi branch and make sure that there was housing for the new Dept. Head of engineering that would be taking over in two weeks, and then to book him a flight no later than 10 days.
Smiling to him at the thought of the young stupid cunt making arrangements to send her own husband away he picked up his phone and dialed the Engineering Dept., asking for Mr. Uday.
That evening when Uday told her of his promotion she gushed with pride and love as well as relief at the knowledge that she would be out of the reaches of that horrible ugly fat man that had been using her body and was slowly destroying her will to fight him. Asking what she should pack as she hugged him, he told her that she could not go, and then Vijayalakshmi remembered that she had only booked passage for one person.
Feeling like she had just slapped her she sank slowly to the couch and in a soft whisper asked how he had gotten the job. When he told her that Mr. Riaz had recommended him, she burst into tears. She was trapped, alone and utterly trapped Mr. Riaz had gotten him the job and she had made the arrangements to send him away. As she continued to cry Uday, thinking she was worried for his safety, told her not to worry.
As Uday's plane took off his wife was lying across Mr. Riaz desk naked with his huge body covering hers as he slavishly once more fucked into her ass calling her a slut and whore, a cock sucker that would never get enough dick to satisfy her. He had told her husband that something had come up and that his wife was needed and then congratulated him on his promotion wishing him well.
Within a week the young wife began wearing miniskirts, and within three weeks was seen with Mr. Riaz in restaurants and night spots. Of course people did not know that she was the wife of Uday who had been transferred with Mr. Riaz help, they only knew that this beautiful young girl was his secretary and they found it strange that such a pretty girl of only 24 would be seen in public with him after work, but yet there they were almost every night. Her skirts were now micro mini's leaving very little to the imagination and several men knew that she wore nothing under her skirts except garter belts because they had seen the wispy hairs of her snatch as they had sat across from her.
She was ashamed of what Mr. Riaz was making her do but with the video tapes she had no choice. The first time she had closed her legs to keep someone from seeing under her micro mini he had driven into the ghetto telling her that if she ever kept men from looking at her cunt again he would bring her here and give her to any and all dirty men that wanted her. Several men began stopping by her bosses office and by the end of the fifth week her life had changed so much that she knew that her husband would never take her in his arms again.
They were in a night club with her almost sitting on his lap kissing him when four men from work asked if they could join them. Mr. Riaz chest swelled as they praised him for having such a hot young thing as his sex toy as they slid into the booth and as the evening wore on they would dance with her running their hands over her firm tight ass and even slipping their fingers under her skirts as they danced feeling her pussy. When they offered him money to fuck her he told them only if he could tape it.
In disbelief Vijayalakshmi listened as the price was agreed to and the men handed him their money, and then leaving the club went to his home. That evening young Vijayalakshmi Uday was videotaped as the four men sank their cocks into her mouth, cunt and asshole sometimes alone but more often simultaneously. Despite her fear and dread at being used by these four men her body responded to them and before the last foot of film was shoot she was begging the tired, spent men for their cocks.
What little will and self-esteem she had remaining up until that evening was now gone and Mr. Riaz knew almost the exact moment it happened. He had stepped up to her head twisting his fingers into her hair as two of the men were fucking her cunt and ass hole simultaneously. Turning her face to the video camera he asked if she wanted him to sell her body so that she could fuck man after man and let them enjoy her. "Do you want me to sell you like a common whore? Tell me, slut. Tell me to sell your body, and I'll see to it you get all the cock you want." As she had moaned yes he yelled at her that he hadn't heard her answer. "Tell me Mrs. Uday, do you want me to sell you like a cheap slut." "YES Oh Goddddd YEEESSSSS. Sell me to whoever you want, I'll be your whore. Sell me to as many men as you want. I don't care as long as they want to fuck meeeeeeee."
Still holding her hair he motioned a third man to her head and then forced her face forward, allowing the 7 inch cock to sink into her throat in one swift lunge. Watching as her hands gripped the mans buttocks, pulling him hard against her face until her lips clasped tightly around the base of his cock.
Mr. Riaz was proud of himself. He had turned a young housewife into a common slut who was willing to let him sell her body. Answering the knock on his door he smiled at the five men, telling them to join the fun, and as he listened to Mrs. Uday soulfully moaning around the dick stuffed into her throat, he pictured many more nights like this, of her taking cock after cock as men paid. Yes, oh yes, there would be many nights were she would fuck and suck as many as six to ten men at a time he would make sure of that.
This day - she was made to take three men at a time - Vijayalakshmi was in the room all right. And she was with three men. She knew them all official partners abd influential people in the Industry for Riaz.
Vincent, the handsome entrepreneur son in law of the Finance Secretary of the State who had deserted his post, was a short, sturdily built young man. He was fair-skinned and good-looking and obviously powerfully muscled. On the bed was Bari, the Treasury man from the Venture Capital company, leaning against the wall. He was a handsome devil, a dark, good-looking Muslim, tall and well-built. The third man was Natarajan, one of the flampboyant playboy entertainer of the firm.
He was a dark man, like Bari much older than Vijayalakshmi, not as good-looking as the other two, but certainly well-built.
They were all looking at Vijayalakshmi, and could barely keep eyes off her. She was outrageously dressed, in some sort of hour ensemble. Her long hair was parted in the centre and braided, the braid ending in tassels that hung down her back. There was a touch of *kajal* rimming her eyes, but no other makeup.
She wore an upper garment, if it could be called that, which was really a sequined, shiny strapless brassiere. It was knotted at the back, and it was very narrow and tight. It barely covered her bulging breasts, which were squeezed taut by the sheer tightness of it to make a devastatingly deep cleavage. It was of some filmy material, and from the nipples there hung tassels.
Beneath, she wore a long, ankle length skirt of diaphanous muslin slashed up to either hip. She had worn it very, very low front and back, high on her hips so that it swooped down to her cunt from both hips. Under it there seemed to be an even more transparent garment and one could even see a flash of the dark thatch between her thighs. Most of her superbly curved body was exposed, her back almost entirely bare. She had on a gold girdle, a small diamond nose-stud, gold and diamond earrings, diamond-studded gold bangles, gold, silver and diamond finger rings, silver toe rings on one toe of either foot or sexy silver anklets that dipped low, and a long gold necklace. She looked stunning.
Bari said with a grin. "Hey guys, let's have a little song-and-dance ... the bump-and-grind type!"
Vijayalakshmi grinned at the men.
Vijayalakshmi struck a pose for a second, drawing the attention of all the men to herself. She stood with her hands on her hips, her shoulders slightly hunched, her breasts squeezed even deeper together. She tilted her face up, her lips parting slowly, lasciviously, and then her tongue slid out and ran sexily over her upper lip. Bari chuckled, Natarajan grinned, Vincent gasped.
She began to move, slowly at first, yet in time to the music. She flung her head back between her arms, shuffled her legs apart and bent her knees slightly. Her hips began to gyrate, grinding round and round, pumping and thrusting in a flagrantly, obviously sexual motion and now she moaned, a low, husky, utterly sexy love call.
She shimmered away towards Natarajan. Natarajan turned around in the chair. Swaying and gyrating, swinging and thrusting her hips she went over and flung herself into Natarajan's lap, flinging herself back.
He held her with a strong dark arm behind her back, grinning at her. She had her hands over her head still and now she flung them around his neck and slowly, with exaggerated lasciviousness, tongued his ear. Natarajan grunted.
They kissed - oh fuck, he was kissing her! and she let him thrust his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, her butt squirming on his lap.
His hand slid up her smooth body and cupped a breast, squeezed it, fondled it and instantly she was up again, rising and resuming her dance. Now she moved across to Bari on the bed and, as he grinned from ear to ear in delight, leaned over him, hunching her shoulders and squeezing her breasts into even larger bunches, shaking them over his face. He kissed the top of her breasts, her nipples under the tassels. His hand slid down her back and caressed her buttock. Again she pulled away, teasing, taunting, pouting, sulking, eyes flashing, mouth agape, inviting. She swayed and pirouetted and kicked and jigged across the room, her actions getting faster now as the tempo quickened.
Then she slid onto her back, her legs spread, the knees raised and began to writhe and thrash on the floor, her hips pumping and grinding as though being fucked, in the throes of an orgasm, one hand on her breast, squeezing it, the other splayed on her firm, flat belly, her fingertips under her skirt, her hand making a lump in the skirt that moved suggestively, erotically.
As she stretched a hand down between her legs, fondling herself through her skirts, Natarajan leaned over and plucked open the knot of her bra-top. It fell open immediately and she squealed, feigning annoyance, rising to her knees and then to her feet with her arm and hand covering her breasts. The music continued and now she moved again, swirling around and as Vincent watched pop-eyed, she flicked away the bra, sending it spinning across the room and her hands slid over her breasts, cupped them, weighed them, offered them for a man to take his pleasure with, then her hands linked behind her head and she jiggled her breasts like a tart at the men, her nipples stiff and erect already.
Vincent tried to grab them, groaning and gasping, but she laughed again and ducked and sped away across the room to Bari. He held his arms wide to welcome her and they kissed again and he cupped her freed breasts now, flicking the erect nipples with his thumbs.
Vijayalakshmi's face arched up, a look of genuine pleasure crossing it, making her look even lovelier when her lips parted slowly, her eyes closed and she moaned softly. Bari bent his head and she gasped as his tongue swirled around one nipple, then his lips followed closing on the visibly swollen and turgid breast, sucking hard, letting go sucking again. She clenched his head and moaned.
He slid his hand up her skirt, lifting it up and exposing her ass. Vincent groaned aloud at the sight of her creamy lobes. She shook her bottom at Vincent, now looking over her shoulder at him, her lips parting, her tongue sliding out again and running slowly over her upper lip. She thrust a hand between her legs and now her buttocks split, and her moist, hair rimmed cunt-lips were visible from behind and she was arching a finger up into her twat, twisting it slowly, languorously. Bari grinned at the expression on Vincent's face and cupped her dangling breasts and squeezed them, fondling them slowly, sucking on them some more. Vincent's hand was deep in his trousers now, squeezing and jerking his tool.
He gaped at the sight of her finger in her cunt, slowly sliding in, pulling out sliding in coming out moist and shining. She withdrew it and, turning around as she got off the bed, raised it in a sticky line up her body, between her heavy, succulent breasts, up to her lips and sucked on it, twisting and rolling it in her mouth, her lips pouting, cheeks hollowing, slowly pulling it out, her eyes on Vincent, smiling and glinting with excited mischief.
She began to sway again, closing her eyes, moving to the music her hips beginning to pump, her breasts jiggling, her hands on her hips, on her belly, on her thighs, on her breasts, holding them.
She swung and swayed and sashayed over to Natarajan and, still swaying and undulating, slithered to her knees before him. She bent over his lap, her head turned to Vincent and slid her hands up his vest, rucking it up high under his arms, exposing his dark, solid, hairless torso. Then she turned her face to his body, and her lips were on his belly even as her fingers flicked open the buttons of his shorts and opened them wide. She slid her hand in and Pankaj gasped when she withdrew his cock.
It was enormous, even though it was still limp, a good eight inches long and correspondingly thick. Making sure that Vincent could see her, Vijayalakshmi began to masturbate her servant's cock, pumping her fist expertly. Then her lips parted and her pointed tongue snaked out and swirled about the cock-head and then her lips followed, engulfing the cock-head slowly, then part of the shaft her lips slowly, deliberately slowly, slid around cock-head. She began to suck him gently, lifting her head to use her tongue on the cock-head. It began to harden and swell and Natarajan gasped, grunted, grinned looking down at her and stretching his hands to fondle her breasts.
At last, she rose, almost with reluctance it seemed, lingering over the very tip of his cock-head. Again she burst into action, moving sensuously around Vincent. This time he tried to grab her, but she was too quick and with a tinkling laugh she was away, going over to Bari on the bed. As she went, she flicked off the outer skirt and flung it wide with a high gesture. The inner skirt was of the finest muslin and completely transparent, concealing nothing.
Bari lifted his face as she leaned over his face and his tongue shot out, swirling over her nipple, his hand gripping the other pendulant breast. She gasped, her face arching back with a snap. He let her go and she swung one slender, beautiful leg smoothly over his, and straddled his legs. She leaned forward, sliding his vest up his body and then her lips were on his nipples, sucking them one by one, then slithering lower, down his body even as she opened the knot in his lungi and parted the folds of his cloth.
She moaned softly and he took the enormous sausage in his hand and began to stroke her face with it, masturbating at the same time. Her mouth opened and quested for his cock, but he laughed at her, dodging her lips and tongue, teasing her, laughing at her, mocking her.
His cock swelled swiftly and then she took it between her breasts, squeezing them in a tight mound over his cock, letting him fuck her breasts. Her mouth was avid, open, hungering for his penis and at last he relented and she was almost sobbing with gratitude when she took him deep in her mouth and sucked him hard. Her head bobbed furiously over his lap, his cock hard and glistening, his hands behind her head, his hips bucking at her face as he fucked it. He grunted in pleasure, his head tilted to one side, watching her with a grin on his face.
At last she raised a thin ribbon of pre-cum gunk clinging to her lips and chin. She mopped it with her finger, licked it up and then she was away as the music reached a crescendo, whirling furiously across the room to Natarajan again, her naked body like a goddess', the jewellery tinkling and flashing in the light.
She sat on Natarajan's lap, her legs spread outside his, his cock sticking up between their legs and against her belly. She held it one hand and jerked it, the other curling behind her around Natarajan's head, her face turned to his. They kissed and he curved an arm around her and fondled her cunt, the other squeezing her tit, pointed at Vincent, tweaking her rigid nipple. Her buttocks ground on his lap.
She got up and turned around on his lap, her arms about his shoulders, kissing him hungrily and now the music died, and there was silence and only the gasps of the men and Vijayalakshmi. Natarajan got up from the chair, holding her with her legs wound about his hips, her arms around his shoulders and carried her easily across the room to Bari.
He laid her down on her back on the bed, and instantly, her face tilted up, her neck craned, between Bari's spread thighs and she took his cock in her mouth. Bari gasped and closed his eyes, his head arching back. Natarajan bent and began to suck on her breasts, one by one, teething the nipple, fondling her body scraping the nipple against his teeth, sucking on a succulent mound, then the other, then squeezing both tight together and sucking on both at once. She writhed under him.
His mouth slid lower and her legs split apart, the knees rising. Her hands were above her head on Bari's cock, jerking it. Natarajan's mouth and head slid lower into her cunt, nuzzling the downy pubic thatch that men wanted so much. Natarajan seemed to know it intimately.
Natarajan's head thrust between her legs and her legs rose to hook over his shoulders, her hips grinding up to his head. Her hips shook and swayed and his head rolled and he had his fingers at her cunt-lips, spreading them wide, his thick tongue flickering rapidly at her clit, thrusting and swirling and spiraling in and out, in and out, in and out of her.
"C'mon whore ... suck my cock! Suck it!" Bari gasped. He caressed her fleshy breasts, squeezing and fondling them, pinching and tweaking the rigid tips.
She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat as Natarajan licked her slit. Even from that distance, Pankaj could see the moistness bedewing the dark folds of her cunt.
The three on the bed broke apart and took new positions. This time, Vijayalakshmi turned on all fours like the randy whoring bitchshe was, and took Natarajan's cock deep in her mouth. Her butt was thrust up at Bari and he grinned, his cock up, its head against her belly and breasts, and parted the lobes of her buttocks.
She gasped, and lurched forward, Natarajan's cock sinking deeper into her throat, and behind her, Bari swirled his tongue around her anus, then bent lower and began to tongue-fuck her. Her buttocks swayed and shook and writhed and swung from side to side in undulating her circles, her back rising and dipping, her body and quivering, her breasts swinging gently, the gold necklace brushing Bari's thighs, her tasseled plait hanging over her shoulder.
"Mm ... Suck it hard, whore! Suck my cock! Harder!" Natarajan grunted, fucking her face, his hands on her head, his hips grinding to and fro, to and fro.
She got onto her back once more and took Bari's cock in her throat. Her hips arched up, her legs spread and knees forked, and Natarajan knelt between her thighs, his cock-head at her cunt-lips. She reached down for it, guiding it to her hole. Natarajan, grinning from ear to ear, slowly squeezed his bulging cock-head into her cunt.
It slid in and then he flexed his buttocks and pushed it deeper, slowly sliding all of it into her, holding her hips.
As it went in, Vijayalakshmi arched hard, crying out loudly and lewdly and throatily. Bari chuckled and squeezed her breasts, fucking her face. Her hands went up to his cock, then to her breasts, then to her cunt, spreading her cunt lips open as Natarajan drove his cock deep into her cunt.
They fucked her thus, body bridged theirs and it was jerking and spasm as they took her relentlessly.
Bari's face was flung back and his hips were bucking and jerking, his cock glistening and gleaming as it rocked in and out, in and out of her distended face, her cheeks hollowing and billowing as she slurped loudly on it. Between her trembling thighs, Natarajan was fucking her cunt hard, his head flung back, wincing and gasping and grunting, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing, his hips swinging rapidly to and fro, to and fro, his enormous cock shining with their comingled juices as it emerged and disappeared into the hair-rimmed folds of her cunt.
It came out, rasped and spiraled in, came out, skewered her again, came out, went in, thick and hard and dark and glorious, veins standing out angrily down the shaft, his balls swinging against her cunt-lips, moving faster and faster. Her body jerked and jigged, her breasts jiggling, her necklace scooped about one swollen, turgid breast which Natarajan and Bari fondled by turn, pinching and tweaking the rigid nipple.
Her hips shuddered, swung, rose, fell, gyrated, pumped, bucked and then she bent in a bow, orgasm, her body shuddering taut and quivering.
The men laughed, grinned, and Bari squeezed her breasts hard, gasping and yanked out of her and came, hard, shooting thick white gobs of jizz over her lips and cheeks and face and breasts and neck. Seconds later, Natarajan jerked out of her and shook his cock in his hand and exploded, too, his jizz spuming through the air and settling on her creamy belly and thighs and breasts like sticky ticker tape.
The men moved away from her. Bari squeezed her breast, laughing at Vincent. Natarajan lit a cigarette, smirking. Vincent was now masturbating openly, his cock big and thick and hard.
"C'mon, pimp, fuck her," Bari said. "Good stuff. Hot. And her cunt's still hungry for more! Fuck her hard, stud, show her your stuff!"
Vincent chuckled in delight, beating his meat.
Vijayalakshmi lay there like a gutter slut, still gasping, her lovely body covered with sweat and gunk. She caressed herself, running her fingers through the sticky gobs of it, licking them, lifting her hand and fingers to her mouth, trailing thick white streams onit, and lasciviously licking it all.
Vijayalakshmi swung off the bed and, smiling only at Vincent now, moved across the room to him. Standing before him, she weighed her gorgeous breasts in her hands, lifted them high squeezed them together rolled them under her palms. Her lips parted and her tongue slithered across her upper lip.
A hand on his chest and a finger trailing a sensuous line down his hard, lean, V-shaped torso to his, her hands curling about his cock. At the same time, her face inclined towards his. Her lips parted, met his. Fluttered away then came back. This time he responded, kissing her hungrily, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, her body pressing against his, rubbing his cock against her belly. His hands slid up her body and over her breasts, squeezing them hard, rolling and crushing the succulent mounds, making her squirm and wince and gasp.
"Gutter-whore ... fucking slut ... bitch ... cunt!" the youth muttered in a thick voice.
"Yes," she moaned. "I'm a whore ... your whore ... just yours ... for you to fuck ... fuck me, baby ... just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
She bent her head and began to suck on his nipples, tonguing and teething them, her hand busy between his legs, masturbating him. He grunted and gasped, and her tongue swirled and rolled in circles, her head tilting first this way and then that as she sucked on them by turn. He bent his head and watched her, his mouth agape, his hand on her head, twisting his body to give her better access to his nipple. Pankaj wanted it to be him. The constantly resurfacing thought was sour and bitter, fueling his anger.
Vijayalakshmi was down on her knees before Vincent now and, with her eyes rose to his, watching his face, she held his cock in her hand and then her tongue shot out and coiled serpentine over his enormous cock-head. Vincent's breath hissed in his throat and his belly sucked in sharply, his hips lurching, his buttocks flexing. Her tongue hovered on his cock-head then drew a line down the underside of his throbbing shaft, swirled over his balls. She ducked her head under the pendulous balls and slowly drew them into her mouth, one by one, sucking gently. Vincent gasped, his hands on her head, rocking back on his feet, his head arching back with a look of wonder on his face.
Her head dipped lower and Vincent realized her intention, and his legs spread and he leaned forward a bit with his knees bending deeply.
Vijayalakshmi thrust her face steeply upward beneath him like a suckling calf and prized apart the globes of his taut buttocks. "OHHHHHHH!" the man gasped as her tongue swirled out and at his anus. Her face pressed it deeply, her mouth wide, her tongue flickering and rolling and roiling and swirling and Vincent's hips trembled with delight. He began to jerk his cock hard.
She realised and at once straightened before him and took the cock from him. This time, she took him deep in her mouth and Vincent cried out, his head snapping back. "AHHHHHHH ... uhhhh ... AHHHHHH!" he cried.
His hand went behind her head, entwining in her long, thick plait curling about her neck and jerking it forward to his hips. His knees bent and he began to ram-fuck her mouth. She expected it, and took it smoothly and without effort, sucking him hard and quick with her head rocking rapidly to and fro, back and forth, to and fro, back and forth, her cheeks billowing and hollowing, her face distended and distorted, his cock running deep into her mouth. The fucking of her face was exciting her, for one hand was on her breasts, mauling them in excitement, the other between her legs.
"OHHHHHhh uhhhh OHHHhhh uhhh ... Suck it hard, bitch! Suck it hard!" he gasped.
Her horniness could be denied no longer. She flung herself onto her back on the floor, panting and gasping, her fingers and lips shining with his precum gunk and jerked him down with her.
"C'mon, Vincent," she gasped, "now lick my slit!"
He tongue-fucked her hard and quickly, his head rolling from side to side, her hips bucking at his face, her shoulders hunched, her breasts bunched together. She moaned and hissed, her head flipping from side to side in unfaked ecstasy, her hips grinding up at his face, writhing and rolling under him.
"AHHHHHHUHHHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned, ramming deep into her.
"UNHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHH!" she cried, clawing at him and arching in a fierce bow beneath him. Her legs climbed up his back, her hands fell wide ... and her fingers closed on the whistle and cord that had hung from his epaulet.
Vincent reacted as though an electric prod had been stuck up his arse. He bellowed and gasped, his head arching back, his hips lunging down in a mighty, rushing thrust that drove the breath from her. He crashed into her and she sensed his orgasm and suddenly jerked the cord out of his anus.
Vincent cried out and his body shook with tension and then he jerked out of her and his cock spat its load, shooting thick gobs of jizz all over her belly and breasts and thighs.
After Vincent had done with her, Vijayalakshmi moved back to the bed,and now she seemed to be moving in some erotic trance. There, Bari and Natarajan took her together again, this time with Natarajan fucking her from behind while she knelt on all fours like a bitch in heat, and Bari fucked her face. They took their time over it, calling her whore and slut and cunt and bitch, taunting her, treating her like they might a two-bit slut in a cheap brothel, and she seemed to love it, moaning and gasping and panting, rocking on her hands and knees between them, reaching back for Natarajan's cock, her avid mouth sucking Bari non-stop.
Her breasts looked swollen and heavy and the nipples were rock-hard.
Then Vincent came across, recovered, his cock hardening again, and now she had all three men together. She turned and took Vincent's cock in her mouth while Bari took her from behind and Natarajan got onto his back under her and began to suck and fondle her pendulous breasts. Her hand was on his cock, pumping it rapidly, and all three of the men thus took her, their cocks big and hot and angry and wanting only her.
Inside, Vijayalakshmi was in the throes of ecstasy. She lay on her side with Bari behind her. He reached around and gripped her breasts, crushing them, kissing her turned face, his cock pressing into the cleft between her smooth buttocks.
"I want your ass, whore," he said.
Her leg rose high and back over his and he parted the lobes of her buttocks and pressed his bulging cock-head to her anus. She tensed, and he paused, reached around to finger her cunt. Her sphincter yielded and she gasped in joy.
Instantly, he pressed forward and gasped in shock at the heat of her ass. Her face jerked up, screwing up hard in agonized lust, her mouth tearing open. Her cry was loud and shrill and high. He lifted her buttock and thigh in his hand, gritted his teeth, flexed his taut buttocks and surged powerfully into her with a shuddering cry. Her voice dwindled to a sobbing moan of unmistakable lust.
And then Natarajan. God, no. Not together! amdev lay down in front of her and then his cock-head was at her cunt-lips, forcing them open and slowly squeezing into her cunt-channel. Vijayalakshmi cried out in shock and agony, her twin orifices plugged by the huge cocks and separated by the merest membrane of flesh.
Her cries metamorphosed into loud, shuddering moans as her two officials took her expertly, fucking and buggering her together, their bodies rocking against hers in unison, forcing their cocks into her cunt and anus as one.
Vijayalakshmi rocked and moaned between them as the bloated penises sawed rhythmically in and out of her cunt and ass. Then, gentle now, they repositioned themselves, with Bari on his back, Vijayalakshmi over him, her asshole impaled on his penis and Natarajan kneeling between her thighs, raiding her cunt. Her mouth opened and instantly Vincent was there, and she spluttered and gasped, and then began to suck hard as he fucked her face and then there were all three of them, fucking the one 24 year old girl like a two-bit slut, in unison, her every orifice plugged.
They took her again, one by one, Vincent fucking her slowly from behind, after she had sucked him, holding her hips and banging his hips against her buttocks, making her moan and rock to and fro, her breasts swinging. Then Natarajan took her on her back, twisting and spiraling into her, going on and on and on, and then it was Bari, impaling her cunt his dick and bouncing her, her cries pathetic little whimpers of lust as he fondled her swollen, angry breasts, the marks of their fingers on them in angry wears, holding her buttocks and fingering her anus, making her gasp, then yanking her down and sucking on her breasts, hard, making her scream and moan and gasp.
And then he pictured the look on her husband's face when he got this video tape, and he laughed with glee.
Uday was more dumbfounded than surprised, since the night of their sixth month anniversary Kapoor had seemed a little distant at work, while at other times he couldn't be reached because he was out of the office. But Vijayalakshmi was floating on air, now she would be with him every day not just a couple of hours three times a week. Of course, she still loved her husband but, since that night with Kapoor and the other two, Kartik and Parmar, she couldn't stop thinking about sex. Even her dreams were filled with visions of the three men with her small body sandwiched between them.
Since that night each of them had visited her several times at home while her husband was working and she had been like a kid in a candy store. She had even bought several very sexy negligees that left very little to the imagination. Uday finally agreed that taking the job might be a good idea, more money, as well as the chance to be close to him. He could stop by every so often, maybe even go out to lunch sometimes.
As she dressed for her first day at the office she tried on several of her miniskirts, even the one she had worn the night of the celebration, the night her husband had passed out and Kapoor, Suresh and George had fucked her. But they weren't what a young woman would wear to her new job so instead she wore the light gray business suit her husband had picked out. The jacket was form fitting, giving it a tailored look, the skirt came three inches above her knees with a two inch slit an the left side allowing her easy leg movement while at the same time highlighting her petite figure.
Arriving at the office she went through the usual paper work and forms for new employees and then to her surprise she was told to come back the next day for a three day indoctrination course. She would be paid for the full week but she wouldn't start her job till the next week. For the rest of the week she sat through the classes pretending to pay attention but really daydreaming.
Vijayalakshmi wasn't too happy, she radiated sex and nobody was around to appreciate it but the overweight Employment Director Mr. Riaz and a couple of new female employees. And she doubted if the ugly man even noticed her body even after she had flashed him a couple of times.
On Friday the Director dismissed everyone early but asked her to stay because he wanted to talk to her about something important. As the last person left he walked to the door and locked it, and turning to her began removing his coat and tie.
"My dear Vijayalakshmi I think you ought to know that Kapoor has admitted to me about his affair with you. Ms. Umesh, or should I say Mrs. Uday, wife of Uday Uday who is the Assistant Manager of our Engineering Department. You see my dear, Kapoor, well not just Kapoor, but his two flunkies Kartik and Parmar just couldn't keep their mouths shut. They talked just one time too many about their work day meetings with you and I overheard them. And now my sweet little pet, Kapoor has been transferred and Kartik and Parmar have been fired. But what do we do with you, let's see, we can always say that the new man wanted someone else for the position. Someone more mature, or we can say we discovered that you were really Uday's wife. Of course that would mean you wouldn't have a job and that we would have to let Uday go, or, help me out here would you, Vijayalakshmi."
His pudgy hands rested on her small shoulders and began softly caressing them as he spoke. Then, just as he had gotten to the part about helping him out, his hand slipped from her shoulder and into her blouse to fondle a tea cup sized tit.
Vijayalakshmi knew what he meant and knew what she had to do to keep her husband from being fired. She was old enough, even if only 24, to understand that not only would her husband be fired, but that when he found out the reason was because she had been fucking his boss and co-workers, he would leave her and she would have nowhere to go.
Smiling up into the ugly face of Mr. Riaz as he told her to get naked Vijayalakshmi stood and slowly removed her jacket and blouse, and then with a seductive wiggle of her hips, slid her skirt down followed by her white bikini panties.
Watching as she removed her clothes, Mr. Riaz could hardly believe how easily she had given in, his hands roamed over her before pulling her young delicate body into his, kissing her deeply. Her tongue pushed against his as she kissed him back willingly melting her body against him accepting what was about to happen.
As he pushed on her shoulders she dropped to her knees, knowing instinctively what he wanted and began undoing his belt, letting his pants fall around his feet.
Her hand reached into his underwear freeing his limp penis and began rubbing it over her firm little tits watching it harden and then licking along its length before taking it into her mouth and lovingly sucking it. His hands brushed through her hair as she sucked and nibbled on his pecker and when she touched his nuts he felt them harden and release the pent up load of cum into her willing mouth.
Her eyes never left his as she sucked him to full bone hardness and then swallowed his cum. Her small hands caressed him, trying to make him hard again, because she knew he wanted to also fuck her, and when finally Mr. Riaz fell between her legs sinking his 5 inch cock into her she moaned and thrashed about as if she was loving his dick.
As the man climaxed Vijayalakshmi faked her own orgasm, knowing that this man would think he was a stud satisfying a young 24 year old girl.
Pulling his limp cum covered organ from her he told her to lick him clean, and as he watched her kneel between his legs and lick along the sides and over the knob of his cock he fantasized about his new sex toy. Putting her clothes on as the door was unlocked he told her she had the job and would see her Monday morning.
And then laughing at his own joke told her that from now on she would be doing a lot of "DICK TAKING".
That night she and Uday talked about Kapoor being transferred.
He asked where she was going to work.
Telling him Mr. Riaz had asked for her, he was surprised because there were rumors about sexual harassment against him, telling her that if the fat, ugly prick tried anything to let him know.
During the next few weeks Vijayalakshmi was called into the office daily and with only a nod of his head she would drop to her knees, sucking him till he got hard.
And then she would lean over his desk as he raised her skirt and fucked her. She did her best to accept her fate knowing that she was saving her husbands job but also sparing him from humiliation.
She did not know that video cameras had shot her willingly suck his dick and fuck him until the day he bent her over his chair and pushed his cock into her virgin anus.
At first the pain had been almost unbearable but as he bent over her small petite form squeezing her firm tits and pinching her nipples while whispering how tight her ass hole was for a slut, something happened that she couldn't explain.
At first it was only a slight movement around his hardness as she shifted her legs trying to ease the pain, but as his fat belly continued to pound against her widely splayed buttocks she began pushing back, rotating her ass and moaning for him to fuck her.
Her movements became more wanton and her body glistened as if misted by a light spring shower as she bucked and twisted against his thrust, impaling herself as she screamed out her need.
His whispers urging her on while calling her a whore, and a cock hungry slut who liked having her ass hole fucked made her want his cock all the more, and then as her climax reached the bursting point and her whole body began writhing in ecstasy, he told her that she was being videotaped.
Dirty mailing her had been easy from the start, and now that he not only had tapes of her sucking his cock and fucking him, but of her going crazy as he fucked her ass.
She was his to do with as he pleased. With only his word before, he was surprised that she hadn't resisted, but now, now he had tapes, and there was no way she could fight or resist him for fear of him showing her husband the tapes.
Yes, this young auburn hair slut would set things right for him, from now on he would not just be an ugly fat man that people laughed at behind his back.
He would still be fat and ugly but now he would have a young auburn hair beauty that men stared at with lust, hanging onto him as if he were the greatest lover in the world. Pulling his soft cock from her tightly clinging asshole he twisted her around and pushed her to her knees shoving his cock against her lips telling her to lick his cock clean.
Vijayalakshmi at first hesitated but then opened her lips and began licking the cock clean that had just been in her ass as the thought of video tapes surfaced. This was even better then he had hoped for as he watched her tongue lick his cock clean of her body juices and his cum.
What she was now doing was not helping her as she might think, but him, the video cameras were getting everything, pictures as well as sound, showing how much of a slut she was by willingly licking his cock clean and then sucking it into her mouth after he had fucked her asshole.
As his body shuddered with another climax, his cock was like an unmanned fire hose filling her mouth and throat with cum. Swallowing every last drop of his sperm and licking her lips she slowly rose to her feet. Watching the tape that evening he started fantasizing about her wearing micro minis with only a garter belt, stockings and heels. He pictured her pert little breasts lightly hidden under the translucent blouses she would wear, walking beside him as he moved about in public, going to places where he had seldom gone.
Turning his computer on he scanned the openings his company had, first within North America and then worldwide. At last he found what he was looking for.
The new offices in Saudi Arabia needed a drafting engineer as dept. head, and pulling up Uday's personal files he saw that with just slight embellishment, Uday would be just the man they were looking for.
The only problem was he could not take any family, wasn't that a shame. And then laughing until his sides hurt he forwarded Mr. Uday personal file to the CEO with the recommendation that he be given the job with a salary of Rs.25, 00,000 yearly.
An increase of only Rs.1,30,000 but with the understanding that the Rs. 25,00,000 was tax free and that his families medical insurance would be paid by the company bringing a total outlay of Rs. 30,00,000 saving the company over Rs.12,50,000 that it could put to use elsewhere.
The next day he got a call from the CEO telling him that Mr. Uday file appeared very good and thanked him for saving the company money.
Telling him to make all travel and housing arrangements for the young man and that he would start in two weeks as the new Dept. Head in Saudi Arabia. Calling Vijayalakshmi into his office he asked her to get with the Saudi branch and make sure that there was housing for the new Dept. Head of engineering that would be taking over in two weeks, and then to book him a flight no later than 10 days.
Smiling to him at the thought of the young stupid cunt making arrangements to send her own husband away he picked up his phone and dialed the Engineering Dept., asking for Mr. Uday.
That evening when Uday told her of his promotion she gushed with pride and love as well as relief at the knowledge that she would be out of the reaches of that horrible ugly fat man that had been using her body and was slowly destroying her will to fight him. Asking what she should pack as she hugged him, he told her that she could not go, and then Vijayalakshmi remembered that she had only booked passage for one person.
Feeling like she had just slapped her she sank slowly to the couch and in a soft whisper asked how he had gotten the job. When he told her that Mr. Riaz had recommended him, she burst into tears. She was trapped, alone and utterly trapped Mr. Riaz had gotten him the job and she had made the arrangements to send him away. As she continued to cry Uday, thinking she was worried for his safety, told her not to worry.
As Uday's plane took off his wife was lying across Mr. Riaz desk naked with his huge body covering hers as he slavishly once more fucked into her ass calling her a slut and whore, a cock sucker that would never get enough dick to satisfy her. He had told her husband that something had come up and that his wife was needed and then congratulated him on his promotion wishing him well.
Within a week the young wife began wearing miniskirts, and within three weeks was seen with Mr. Riaz in restaurants and night spots. Of course people did not know that she was the wife of Uday who had been transferred with Mr. Riaz help, they only knew that this beautiful young girl was his secretary and they found it strange that such a pretty girl of only 24 would be seen in public with him after work, but yet there they were almost every night. Her skirts were now micro mini's leaving very little to the imagination and several men knew that she wore nothing under her skirts except garter belts because they had seen the wispy hairs of her snatch as they had sat across from her.
She was ashamed of what Mr. Riaz was making her do but with the video tapes she had no choice. The first time she had closed her legs to keep someone from seeing under her micro mini he had driven into the ghetto telling her that if she ever kept men from looking at her cunt again he would bring her here and give her to any and all dirty men that wanted her. Several men began stopping by her bosses office and by the end of the fifth week her life had changed so much that she knew that her husband would never take her in his arms again.
They were in a night club with her almost sitting on his lap kissing him when four men from work asked if they could join them. Mr. Riaz chest swelled as they praised him for having such a hot young thing as his sex toy as they slid into the booth and as the evening wore on they would dance with her running their hands over her firm tight ass and even slipping their fingers under her skirts as they danced feeling her pussy. When they offered him money to fuck her he told them only if he could tape it.
In disbelief Vijayalakshmi listened as the price was agreed to and the men handed him their money, and then leaving the club went to his home. That evening young Vijayalakshmi Uday was videotaped as the four men sank their cocks into her mouth, cunt and asshole sometimes alone but more often simultaneously. Despite her fear and dread at being used by these four men her body responded to them and before the last foot of film was shoot she was begging the tired, spent men for their cocks.
What little will and self-esteem she had remaining up until that evening was now gone and Mr. Riaz knew almost the exact moment it happened. He had stepped up to her head twisting his fingers into her hair as two of the men were fucking her cunt and ass hole simultaneously. Turning her face to the video camera he asked if she wanted him to sell her body so that she could fuck man after man and let them enjoy her. "Do you want me to sell you like a common whore? Tell me, slut. Tell me to sell your body, and I'll see to it you get all the cock you want." As she had moaned yes he yelled at her that he hadn't heard her answer. "Tell me Mrs. Uday, do you want me to sell you like a cheap slut." "YES Oh Goddddd YEEESSSSS. Sell me to whoever you want, I'll be your whore. Sell me to as many men as you want. I don't care as long as they want to fuck meeeeeeee."
Still holding her hair he motioned a third man to her head and then forced her face forward, allowing the 7 inch cock to sink into her throat in one swift lunge. Watching as her hands gripped the mans buttocks, pulling him hard against her face until her lips clasped tightly around the base of his cock.
Mr. Riaz was proud of himself. He had turned a young housewife into a common slut who was willing to let him sell her body. Answering the knock on his door he smiled at the five men, telling them to join the fun, and as he listened to Mrs. Uday soulfully moaning around the dick stuffed into her throat, he pictured many more nights like this, of her taking cock after cock as men paid. Yes, oh yes, there would be many nights were she would fuck and suck as many as six to ten men at a time he would make sure of that.
This day - she was made to take three men at a time - Vijayalakshmi was in the room all right. And she was with three men. She knew them all official partners abd influential people in the Industry for Riaz.
Vincent, the handsome entrepreneur son in law of the Finance Secretary of the State who had deserted his post, was a short, sturdily built young man. He was fair-skinned and good-looking and obviously powerfully muscled. On the bed was Bari, the Treasury man from the Venture Capital company, leaning against the wall. He was a handsome devil, a dark, good-looking Muslim, tall and well-built. The third man was Natarajan, one of the flampboyant playboy entertainer of the firm.
He was a dark man, like Bari much older than Vijayalakshmi, not as good-looking as the other two, but certainly well-built.
They were all looking at Vijayalakshmi, and could barely keep eyes off her. She was outrageously dressed, in some sort of hour ensemble. Her long hair was parted in the centre and braided, the braid ending in tassels that hung down her back. There was a touch of *kajal* rimming her eyes, but no other makeup.
She wore an upper garment, if it could be called that, which was really a sequined, shiny strapless brassiere. It was knotted at the back, and it was very narrow and tight. It barely covered her bulging breasts, which were squeezed taut by the sheer tightness of it to make a devastatingly deep cleavage. It was of some filmy material, and from the nipples there hung tassels.
Beneath, she wore a long, ankle length skirt of diaphanous muslin slashed up to either hip. She had worn it very, very low front and back, high on her hips so that it swooped down to her cunt from both hips. Under it there seemed to be an even more transparent garment and one could even see a flash of the dark thatch between her thighs. Most of her superbly curved body was exposed, her back almost entirely bare. She had on a gold girdle, a small diamond nose-stud, gold and diamond earrings, diamond-studded gold bangles, gold, silver and diamond finger rings, silver toe rings on one toe of either foot or sexy silver anklets that dipped low, and a long gold necklace. She looked stunning.
Bari said with a grin. "Hey guys, let's have a little song-and-dance ... the bump-and-grind type!"
Vijayalakshmi grinned at the men.
Vijayalakshmi struck a pose for a second, drawing the attention of all the men to herself. She stood with her hands on her hips, her shoulders slightly hunched, her breasts squeezed even deeper together. She tilted her face up, her lips parting slowly, lasciviously, and then her tongue slid out and ran sexily over her upper lip. Bari chuckled, Natarajan grinned, Vincent gasped.
She began to move, slowly at first, yet in time to the music. She flung her head back between her arms, shuffled her legs apart and bent her knees slightly. Her hips began to gyrate, grinding round and round, pumping and thrusting in a flagrantly, obviously sexual motion and now she moaned, a low, husky, utterly sexy love call.
She shimmered away towards Natarajan. Natarajan turned around in the chair. Swaying and gyrating, swinging and thrusting her hips she went over and flung herself into Natarajan's lap, flinging herself back.
He held her with a strong dark arm behind her back, grinning at her. She had her hands over her head still and now she flung them around his neck and slowly, with exaggerated lasciviousness, tongued his ear. Natarajan grunted.
They kissed - oh fuck, he was kissing her! and she let him thrust his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, her butt squirming on his lap.
His hand slid up her smooth body and cupped a breast, squeezed it, fondled it and instantly she was up again, rising and resuming her dance. Now she moved across to Bari on the bed and, as he grinned from ear to ear in delight, leaned over him, hunching her shoulders and squeezing her breasts into even larger bunches, shaking them over his face. He kissed the top of her breasts, her nipples under the tassels. His hand slid down her back and caressed her buttock. Again she pulled away, teasing, taunting, pouting, sulking, eyes flashing, mouth agape, inviting. She swayed and pirouetted and kicked and jigged across the room, her actions getting faster now as the tempo quickened.
Then she slid onto her back, her legs spread, the knees raised and began to writhe and thrash on the floor, her hips pumping and grinding as though being fucked, in the throes of an orgasm, one hand on her breast, squeezing it, the other splayed on her firm, flat belly, her fingertips under her skirt, her hand making a lump in the skirt that moved suggestively, erotically.
As she stretched a hand down between her legs, fondling herself through her skirts, Natarajan leaned over and plucked open the knot of her bra-top. It fell open immediately and she squealed, feigning annoyance, rising to her knees and then to her feet with her arm and hand covering her breasts. The music continued and now she moved again, swirling around and as Vincent watched pop-eyed, she flicked away the bra, sending it spinning across the room and her hands slid over her breasts, cupped them, weighed them, offered them for a man to take his pleasure with, then her hands linked behind her head and she jiggled her breasts like a tart at the men, her nipples stiff and erect already.
Vincent tried to grab them, groaning and gasping, but she laughed again and ducked and sped away across the room to Bari. He held his arms wide to welcome her and they kissed again and he cupped her freed breasts now, flicking the erect nipples with his thumbs.
Vijayalakshmi's face arched up, a look of genuine pleasure crossing it, making her look even lovelier when her lips parted slowly, her eyes closed and she moaned softly. Bari bent his head and she gasped as his tongue swirled around one nipple, then his lips followed closing on the visibly swollen and turgid breast, sucking hard, letting go sucking again. She clenched his head and moaned.
He slid his hand up her skirt, lifting it up and exposing her ass. Vincent groaned aloud at the sight of her creamy lobes. She shook her bottom at Vincent, now looking over her shoulder at him, her lips parting, her tongue sliding out again and running slowly over her upper lip. She thrust a hand between her legs and now her buttocks split, and her moist, hair rimmed cunt-lips were visible from behind and she was arching a finger up into her twat, twisting it slowly, languorously. Bari grinned at the expression on Vincent's face and cupped her dangling breasts and squeezed them, fondling them slowly, sucking on them some more. Vincent's hand was deep in his trousers now, squeezing and jerking his tool.
He gaped at the sight of her finger in her cunt, slowly sliding in, pulling out sliding in coming out moist and shining. She withdrew it and, turning around as she got off the bed, raised it in a sticky line up her body, between her heavy, succulent breasts, up to her lips and sucked on it, twisting and rolling it in her mouth, her lips pouting, cheeks hollowing, slowly pulling it out, her eyes on Vincent, smiling and glinting with excited mischief.
She began to sway again, closing her eyes, moving to the music her hips beginning to pump, her breasts jiggling, her hands on her hips, on her belly, on her thighs, on her breasts, holding them.
She swung and swayed and sashayed over to Natarajan and, still swaying and undulating, slithered to her knees before him. She bent over his lap, her head turned to Vincent and slid her hands up his vest, rucking it up high under his arms, exposing his dark, solid, hairless torso. Then she turned her face to his body, and her lips were on his belly even as her fingers flicked open the buttons of his shorts and opened them wide. She slid her hand in and Pankaj gasped when she withdrew his cock.
It was enormous, even though it was still limp, a good eight inches long and correspondingly thick. Making sure that Vincent could see her, Vijayalakshmi began to masturbate her servant's cock, pumping her fist expertly. Then her lips parted and her pointed tongue snaked out and swirled about the cock-head and then her lips followed, engulfing the cock-head slowly, then part of the shaft her lips slowly, deliberately slowly, slid around cock-head. She began to suck him gently, lifting her head to use her tongue on the cock-head. It began to harden and swell and Natarajan gasped, grunted, grinned looking down at her and stretching his hands to fondle her breasts.
At last, she rose, almost with reluctance it seemed, lingering over the very tip of his cock-head. Again she burst into action, moving sensuously around Vincent. This time he tried to grab her, but she was too quick and with a tinkling laugh she was away, going over to Bari on the bed. As she went, she flicked off the outer skirt and flung it wide with a high gesture. The inner skirt was of the finest muslin and completely transparent, concealing nothing.
Bari lifted his face as she leaned over his face and his tongue shot out, swirling over her nipple, his hand gripping the other pendulant breast. She gasped, her face arching back with a snap. He let her go and she swung one slender, beautiful leg smoothly over his, and straddled his legs. She leaned forward, sliding his vest up his body and then her lips were on his nipples, sucking them one by one, then slithering lower, down his body even as she opened the knot in his lungi and parted the folds of his cloth.
She moaned softly and he took the enormous sausage in his hand and began to stroke her face with it, masturbating at the same time. Her mouth opened and quested for his cock, but he laughed at her, dodging her lips and tongue, teasing her, laughing at her, mocking her.
His cock swelled swiftly and then she took it between her breasts, squeezing them in a tight mound over his cock, letting him fuck her breasts. Her mouth was avid, open, hungering for his penis and at last he relented and she was almost sobbing with gratitude when she took him deep in her mouth and sucked him hard. Her head bobbed furiously over his lap, his cock hard and glistening, his hands behind her head, his hips bucking at her face as he fucked it. He grunted in pleasure, his head tilted to one side, watching her with a grin on his face.
At last she raised a thin ribbon of pre-cum gunk clinging to her lips and chin. She mopped it with her finger, licked it up and then she was away as the music reached a crescendo, whirling furiously across the room to Natarajan again, her naked body like a goddess', the jewellery tinkling and flashing in the light.
She sat on Natarajan's lap, her legs spread outside his, his cock sticking up between their legs and against her belly. She held it one hand and jerked it, the other curling behind her around Natarajan's head, her face turned to his. They kissed and he curved an arm around her and fondled her cunt, the other squeezing her tit, pointed at Vincent, tweaking her rigid nipple. Her buttocks ground on his lap.
She got up and turned around on his lap, her arms about his shoulders, kissing him hungrily and now the music died, and there was silence and only the gasps of the men and Vijayalakshmi. Natarajan got up from the chair, holding her with her legs wound about his hips, her arms around his shoulders and carried her easily across the room to Bari.
He laid her down on her back on the bed, and instantly, her face tilted up, her neck craned, between Bari's spread thighs and she took his cock in her mouth. Bari gasped and closed his eyes, his head arching back. Natarajan bent and began to suck on her breasts, one by one, teething the nipple, fondling her body scraping the nipple against his teeth, sucking on a succulent mound, then the other, then squeezing both tight together and sucking on both at once. She writhed under him.
His mouth slid lower and her legs split apart, the knees rising. Her hands were above her head on Bari's cock, jerking it. Natarajan's mouth and head slid lower into her cunt, nuzzling the downy pubic thatch that men wanted so much. Natarajan seemed to know it intimately.
Natarajan's head thrust between her legs and her legs rose to hook over his shoulders, her hips grinding up to his head. Her hips shook and swayed and his head rolled and he had his fingers at her cunt-lips, spreading them wide, his thick tongue flickering rapidly at her clit, thrusting and swirling and spiraling in and out, in and out, in and out of her.
"C'mon whore ... suck my cock! Suck it!" Bari gasped. He caressed her fleshy breasts, squeezing and fondling them, pinching and tweaking the rigid tips.
She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat as Natarajan licked her slit. Even from that distance, Pankaj could see the moistness bedewing the dark folds of her cunt.
The three on the bed broke apart and took new positions. This time, Vijayalakshmi turned on all fours like the randy whoring bitchshe was, and took Natarajan's cock deep in her mouth. Her butt was thrust up at Bari and he grinned, his cock up, its head against her belly and breasts, and parted the lobes of her buttocks.
She gasped, and lurched forward, Natarajan's cock sinking deeper into her throat, and behind her, Bari swirled his tongue around her anus, then bent lower and began to tongue-fuck her. Her buttocks swayed and shook and writhed and swung from side to side in undulating her circles, her back rising and dipping, her body and quivering, her breasts swinging gently, the gold necklace brushing Bari's thighs, her tasseled plait hanging over her shoulder.
"Mm ... Suck it hard, whore! Suck my cock! Harder!" Natarajan grunted, fucking her face, his hands on her head, his hips grinding to and fro, to and fro.
She got onto her back once more and took Bari's cock in her throat. Her hips arched up, her legs spread and knees forked, and Natarajan knelt between her thighs, his cock-head at her cunt-lips. She reached down for it, guiding it to her hole. Natarajan, grinning from ear to ear, slowly squeezed his bulging cock-head into her cunt.
It slid in and then he flexed his buttocks and pushed it deeper, slowly sliding all of it into her, holding her hips.
As it went in, Vijayalakshmi arched hard, crying out loudly and lewdly and throatily. Bari chuckled and squeezed her breasts, fucking her face. Her hands went up to his cock, then to her breasts, then to her cunt, spreading her cunt lips open as Natarajan drove his cock deep into her cunt.
They fucked her thus, body bridged theirs and it was jerking and spasm as they took her relentlessly.
Bari's face was flung back and his hips were bucking and jerking, his cock glistening and gleaming as it rocked in and out, in and out of her distended face, her cheeks hollowing and billowing as she slurped loudly on it. Between her trembling thighs, Natarajan was fucking her cunt hard, his head flung back, wincing and gasping and grunting, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing, his hips swinging rapidly to and fro, to and fro, his enormous cock shining with their comingled juices as it emerged and disappeared into the hair-rimmed folds of her cunt.
It came out, rasped and spiraled in, came out, skewered her again, came out, went in, thick and hard and dark and glorious, veins standing out angrily down the shaft, his balls swinging against her cunt-lips, moving faster and faster. Her body jerked and jigged, her breasts jiggling, her necklace scooped about one swollen, turgid breast which Natarajan and Bari fondled by turn, pinching and tweaking the rigid nipple.
Her hips shuddered, swung, rose, fell, gyrated, pumped, bucked and then she bent in a bow, orgasm, her body shuddering taut and quivering.
The men laughed, grinned, and Bari squeezed her breasts hard, gasping and yanked out of her and came, hard, shooting thick white gobs of jizz over her lips and cheeks and face and breasts and neck. Seconds later, Natarajan jerked out of her and shook his cock in his hand and exploded, too, his jizz spuming through the air and settling on her creamy belly and thighs and breasts like sticky ticker tape.
The men moved away from her. Bari squeezed her breast, laughing at Vincent. Natarajan lit a cigarette, smirking. Vincent was now masturbating openly, his cock big and thick and hard.
"C'mon, pimp, fuck her," Bari said. "Good stuff. Hot. And her cunt's still hungry for more! Fuck her hard, stud, show her your stuff!"
Vincent chuckled in delight, beating his meat.
Vijayalakshmi lay there like a gutter slut, still gasping, her lovely body covered with sweat and gunk. She caressed herself, running her fingers through the sticky gobs of it, licking them, lifting her hand and fingers to her mouth, trailing thick white streams onit, and lasciviously licking it all.
Vijayalakshmi swung off the bed and, smiling only at Vincent now, moved across the room to him. Standing before him, she weighed her gorgeous breasts in her hands, lifted them high squeezed them together rolled them under her palms. Her lips parted and her tongue slithered across her upper lip.
A hand on his chest and a finger trailing a sensuous line down his hard, lean, V-shaped torso to his, her hands curling about his cock. At the same time, her face inclined towards his. Her lips parted, met his. Fluttered away then came back. This time he responded, kissing her hungrily, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, her body pressing against his, rubbing his cock against her belly. His hands slid up her body and over her breasts, squeezing them hard, rolling and crushing the succulent mounds, making her squirm and wince and gasp.
"Gutter-whore ... fucking slut ... bitch ... cunt!" the youth muttered in a thick voice.
"Yes," she moaned. "I'm a whore ... your whore ... just yours ... for you to fuck ... fuck me, baby ... just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
She bent her head and began to suck on his nipples, tonguing and teething them, her hand busy between his legs, masturbating him. He grunted and gasped, and her tongue swirled and rolled in circles, her head tilting first this way and then that as she sucked on them by turn. He bent his head and watched her, his mouth agape, his hand on her head, twisting his body to give her better access to his nipple. Pankaj wanted it to be him. The constantly resurfacing thought was sour and bitter, fueling his anger.
Vijayalakshmi was down on her knees before Vincent now and, with her eyes rose to his, watching his face, she held his cock in her hand and then her tongue shot out and coiled serpentine over his enormous cock-head. Vincent's breath hissed in his throat and his belly sucked in sharply, his hips lurching, his buttocks flexing. Her tongue hovered on his cock-head then drew a line down the underside of his throbbing shaft, swirled over his balls. She ducked her head under the pendulous balls and slowly drew them into her mouth, one by one, sucking gently. Vincent gasped, his hands on her head, rocking back on his feet, his head arching back with a look of wonder on his face.
Her head dipped lower and Vincent realized her intention, and his legs spread and he leaned forward a bit with his knees bending deeply.
Vijayalakshmi thrust her face steeply upward beneath him like a suckling calf and prized apart the globes of his taut buttocks. "OHHHHHHH!" the man gasped as her tongue swirled out and at his anus. Her face pressed it deeply, her mouth wide, her tongue flickering and rolling and roiling and swirling and Vincent's hips trembled with delight. He began to jerk his cock hard.
She realised and at once straightened before him and took the cock from him. This time, she took him deep in her mouth and Vincent cried out, his head snapping back. "AHHHHHHH ... uhhhh ... AHHHHHH!" he cried.
His hand went behind her head, entwining in her long, thick plait curling about her neck and jerking it forward to his hips. His knees bent and he began to ram-fuck her mouth. She expected it, and took it smoothly and without effort, sucking him hard and quick with her head rocking rapidly to and fro, back and forth, to and fro, back and forth, her cheeks billowing and hollowing, her face distended and distorted, his cock running deep into her mouth. The fucking of her face was exciting her, for one hand was on her breasts, mauling them in excitement, the other between her legs.
"OHHHHHhh uhhhh OHHHhhh uhhh ... Suck it hard, bitch! Suck it hard!" he gasped.
Her horniness could be denied no longer. She flung herself onto her back on the floor, panting and gasping, her fingers and lips shining with his precum gunk and jerked him down with her.
"C'mon, Vincent," she gasped, "now lick my slit!"
He tongue-fucked her hard and quickly, his head rolling from side to side, her hips bucking at his face, her shoulders hunched, her breasts bunched together. She moaned and hissed, her head flipping from side to side in unfaked ecstasy, her hips grinding up at his face, writhing and rolling under him.
"AHHHHHHUHHHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned, ramming deep into her.
"UNHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHH!" she cried, clawing at him and arching in a fierce bow beneath him. Her legs climbed up his back, her hands fell wide ... and her fingers closed on the whistle and cord that had hung from his epaulet.
Vincent reacted as though an electric prod had been stuck up his arse. He bellowed and gasped, his head arching back, his hips lunging down in a mighty, rushing thrust that drove the breath from her. He crashed into her and she sensed his orgasm and suddenly jerked the cord out of his anus.
Vincent cried out and his body shook with tension and then he jerked out of her and his cock spat its load, shooting thick gobs of jizz all over her belly and breasts and thighs.
After Vincent had done with her, Vijayalakshmi moved back to the bed,and now she seemed to be moving in some erotic trance. There, Bari and Natarajan took her together again, this time with Natarajan fucking her from behind while she knelt on all fours like a bitch in heat, and Bari fucked her face. They took their time over it, calling her whore and slut and cunt and bitch, taunting her, treating her like they might a two-bit slut in a cheap brothel, and she seemed to love it, moaning and gasping and panting, rocking on her hands and knees between them, reaching back for Natarajan's cock, her avid mouth sucking Bari non-stop.
Her breasts looked swollen and heavy and the nipples were rock-hard.
Then Vincent came across, recovered, his cock hardening again, and now she had all three men together. She turned and took Vincent's cock in her mouth while Bari took her from behind and Natarajan got onto his back under her and began to suck and fondle her pendulous breasts. Her hand was on his cock, pumping it rapidly, and all three of the men thus took her, their cocks big and hot and angry and wanting only her.
Inside, Vijayalakshmi was in the throes of ecstasy. She lay on her side with Bari behind her. He reached around and gripped her breasts, crushing them, kissing her turned face, his cock pressing into the cleft between her smooth buttocks.
"I want your ass, whore," he said.
Her leg rose high and back over his and he parted the lobes of her buttocks and pressed his bulging cock-head to her anus. She tensed, and he paused, reached around to finger her cunt. Her sphincter yielded and she gasped in joy.
Instantly, he pressed forward and gasped in shock at the heat of her ass. Her face jerked up, screwing up hard in agonized lust, her mouth tearing open. Her cry was loud and shrill and high. He lifted her buttock and thigh in his hand, gritted his teeth, flexed his taut buttocks and surged powerfully into her with a shuddering cry. Her voice dwindled to a sobbing moan of unmistakable lust.
And then Natarajan. God, no. Not together! amdev lay down in front of her and then his cock-head was at her cunt-lips, forcing them open and slowly squeezing into her cunt-channel. Vijayalakshmi cried out in shock and agony, her twin orifices plugged by the huge cocks and separated by the merest membrane of flesh.
Her cries metamorphosed into loud, shuddering moans as her two officials took her expertly, fucking and buggering her together, their bodies rocking against hers in unison, forcing their cocks into her cunt and anus as one.
Vijayalakshmi rocked and moaned between them as the bloated penises sawed rhythmically in and out of her cunt and ass. Then, gentle now, they repositioned themselves, with Bari on his back, Vijayalakshmi over him, her asshole impaled on his penis and Natarajan kneeling between her thighs, raiding her cunt. Her mouth opened and instantly Vincent was there, and she spluttered and gasped, and then began to suck hard as he fucked her face and then there were all three of them, fucking the one 24 year old girl like a two-bit slut, in unison, her every orifice plugged.
They took her again, one by one, Vincent fucking her slowly from behind, after she had sucked him, holding her hips and banging his hips against her buttocks, making her moan and rock to and fro, her breasts swinging. Then Natarajan took her on her back, twisting and spiraling into her, going on and on and on, and then it was Bari, impaling her cunt his dick and bouncing her, her cries pathetic little whimpers of lust as he fondled her swollen, angry breasts, the marks of their fingers on them in angry wears, holding her buttocks and fingering her anus, making her gasp, then yanking her down and sucking on her breasts, hard, making her scream and moan and gasp.
And then he pictured the look on her husband's face when he got this video tape, and he laughed with glee.
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