Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

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

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Ohhhhhhh unhhhhh yes! Do it, baby! Fuck my butt!" she cried.

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

"Oh fuck that feels so good, Ramesh," she moaned.

"You might not have experienced this with your old man, bitch?" he grinned, "Just enjoy this ass fucking."

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

Ashok, the dishwasher watched in horrified fascination as the steward sodomized this beautiful rich lady. He fucked her ass slowly and in no apparent hurry, savoring her delights to the full. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips rocked gently back and forth. His cock went in and out of her anus, appearing and disappearing as though extruded from her flesh, then drawn in again.

Madhu's face twisted with excitement and lust and she whimpered, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned to one side, facing Ashok, her eyes closed, and her body rocked and swung back and forth under his thrusts. Ashok was transfixed by the sight of Ramesh's hard, glistening penis sliding in and out of this rich and aristocratic lady's butt.

She moaned her pleasure and he began to move slightly faster, holding her buttocks and hips, squeezing her soft flesh eagerly as he pushed and squeezed his swollen cock into her asshole. He thrust his hand under her belly and fingered her slit. Madhu moaned and orgasmed violently, her body shuddering and trembling. The steward groaned in delight and slowly skewered her ass deeply, once, twice, three, four, five times. Each thrust drew an undulating moan from her throat. He gasped in response.

"Take it! Take all my cum!" he yelled finally, gasping, as he ground his hips against the cheeks of her ass, trying to push his cock even deeper into her hungry tight spongy rectum. Huge, thick ropes of white-hot cum shot deep into her ass hole. Groaning, he pushed his still dribbling cock more into her asshole and fucked her again slowly for a few minutes.

Ashok watched as his Ramesh Bhaiya flung himself into an armchair and lit a cigarette. On the bed, Madhu lay on her front, whimpering and gasping, her chest heaving. Slowly, she turned her face to him, "Hey, Ramesh."

"What?" he asked.

"You're not done yet, are you?" she asked.

He chuckled, "What do you think?"

"I think, you could have fucked me at least twice more, "she smiled.

"I can, "he replied.

"So fuck me, "she said in an instigated voice.

"Come and make me hard again," Ramesh said.

"Tell me what you'd like."Madhu turned on her side to face him.

"How could I make you hard again?" she teased.

"Come here and suck my cock," he said in a cool voice.

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

Ramesh grinned wolfishly as she came up to him. He sat, smoking, one leg drawn up, and the heel on the seat of the chair, the other flung casually over the arm. He put out his cigarette as she came to him. Standing before him, she bent forward and they kissed. He cupped her breasts and fondled them gently. Her long 'mangal sutra' swung between their bodies. Her hands got busy in his groin, stroking his cock deftly. He slid a hand down to her crotch and her legs shuffled apart in immediate welcome. Her buttocks writhed in pleasure as he slid a finger into her slit. They broke the kiss and Madhu bent her head and sucked and licked his nipples. Slowly, she dragged her tongue down his body, slipping to her knees. Finally, her head bent over his crotch and her tongue snaked out and coiled around his cock-head.

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

"What?" he asked.

"Sucking a cock that's been in my ass," she smiled.

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

"C'mon, whore! Give me a head!" he grunted.

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

"Mm, yes, suck it, suck it good, bitch," he murmured, "Mm, yes, that's it, suck it, suck it, whore!"

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

"Time to fuck again, whore," he chuckled, "Come on."

"Don't blame me if I cum inside you as there is a possibility that you will get impregnated, "he further said.

"Don't worry! I am in a safe period, "she smiled.

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

"Ohhhhh yes!"Madhu gasped loudly, her head rising, her mouth fluttering open.

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

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

He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Their lips parted and their tongues fenced openly against each other. He caressed her cock-filled cunt and she moaned softly, one bungled arm looped over his head.

His hands roamed over her torso, playing with her breasts, caressing her belly, fondling her cunt. He twined his fingers in her 'manga sutra' and rasped the rough beads over her nipples, making her shudder in delight. Slowly, she straightened. Her hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on his lap. She groaned and arched slowly. Her hips swirled slowly round and round, her buttocks flexing and squeezing over his cock. She hissed softly and her hips rose, still circling and undulating, then spiraled slowly down again. Her mouth fluttered open and she leaned forward, her shoulders hunched, deep hollows appearing them, with her hands on his knees. Slowly, she began to rock up and down on his cock, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Her belly rippled inward and she arched her back, hissing in pleasure as her cunt ground down deep on his cock. She paused; his cock half in her cunt and clapped her buttocks rapidly together, squeezing his cock with her cunt. He gasped under her and arched his hips; his cock reared into her cunt and she moaned in delight.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh god yes!" she cried.

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

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

"God yes, Ramesh, yes!" she moaned, "Oh fuck I love your cock in my slit! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!"

"C'mon, take it, take it whore! Take it!" he gasped.

Holding her waist, he moved her up and down on his cock, pumping his hips beneath her. His penis went in and out of her flesh; her cunt slithered along the length of his shaft. Leaning forward, her breasts in both hands, her mouth open in a wide 'O', Madhu rocked faster and faster up and down on his cock. He jerked her down savagely onto his lance with rising urgency, forcing choking cries from her throat. Her head hung on her chest. They paused abruptly. Gasping and panting, her chest heaving, she rose off his cock. He slid out of the chair and lay on the carpeted floor on his back, his head to the windows where Ashok stood, watching numbly. Madhu straddled her lover's hips and quickly moved his cock into her cunt. She gasped as her cunt slipped down and engulfed his penis.

"Mm," she said, rocking slowly back and forth on her knees, "That's good. Very good. Tell me you like it, Ramesh. Tell me what it feels like."

"Great, whore," he snickered, "Nice tight little cunt you've got. Hot and juicy."

"Can you feel it? Can you feel it squeezing your cock?" she asked.

"Oh fuck, yes!" he panted.

"Does it feel good? Tell me, Ramesh!" she asked.

"Feels great! Just great!" he moaned.

He slid his hands up her body and fondled her breasts. Madhu arched her back and moaned. He moved his hips round and round and up and down under her. She whimpered in pleasure, writhing on his hips.

Smiling down at him, she paused to coil her long hair in a knot high on the back of her head, exposing the superb line of her neck. Then she bent over him and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking out long and sharp, flicking against his. He squeezed her buttocks and pressed a finger to her anus. She writhed over him and arched back, one hand behind her body to squeeze his buttocks. He thumbed her clitoris. She hissed and moaned loudly.

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

"Ramesh," she said.

"What?" he asked.

"You really want to know?" she asked.

"What?" he asked in a surprising voice.

"About me. About my lovers and my whoring," she said.

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

"I want to tell you, "she said.

"So talk, "he insisted.

She kissed him hungrily, "Just don't stop fucking me."

"Not a chance, "he said with a smile.

She smiled and her head fell back and she murmured in pleasure. "I had my first affair when I was eighteen, a teen then studying in college. I was very horny even then, and I was participating in a swimming competition at the state level and this middle-aged person was one of the judges of that competition. When power was off in the evening and the circumstances compelled me to get fucked by this middle-aged person and I lost my virginity to him. Later on, I came to know that my marriage is fixed with the son of the best friend of that middle-aged person, They were a close-knit family, and in other words, my marriage was fixed with the nephew of that person who had fucked me in that evening. He is no other than my present husband Arnab. Arnab is my second husband."

"What?"Ramesh exclaimed with surprise, "Then who is your first husband?"

"My first husband was the nephew of my present husband, Arnab, whom I had married 23 years before and I had a daughter from him who is now 22 years. So, when my marriage was fixed at that time, unfortunately, I found that Arnab who had fucked me was my future Uncle-in-law, and in the other words, he was like my future father-in-law.

"What's about your first husband? Where is he? Where is your 22 years big girl now?" asked Ramesh.

"That's a long story. To make it brief, just listen, during a jungle trip, I got fucked by Arnab's son who was the best friend of my husband and when this fact was known to my husband, we both separated in the jungle. During this stint of staying in the jungle, I was fucked by Arnab. When we returned to Kolkata from the jungle, I divorced myself from my husband and married Arnab and Arnab's son married my teen daughter three years before and my own daughter became my daughter-in-law. Please note that Arnab's son who married my teen daughter was also fucking me continuously during our jungle trip as he was a close friend of my husband, "explained Madhu.

"Then where is your first husband? Where is Arnab'son? Where is your daughter of 22 years married to Arnab's son?" asked Ramesh.

"Unfortunately, 3 years before, my first husband and Arnab's son who were close friends died in a car accident and Arnab married his own daughter-in-law, who is my own daughter just a week before at Goa and made her his second wife, "said Madhu.

"My God! So that young girl with Arnab is your own daughter and Arnab's second wife, "exclaimed Ramesh with a surprising face.

"Yes, "replied Madhu with a smile.

"It is a very complicated relationship among you all. So, it means not only you are a whore, your whole family including your daughter is a whore," Ramesh said.

"Certainly," Madhu again smiled.

"Just, you forget about the present, let us go to my past life when I was a teen of 18 years. The first time, I was fucked by Arnab near the swimming pool in darkness inside a room in the evening and I lost my virginity to him unaware of the fact that he was my future father or uncle-in-law. I came to know from my parents that my marriage was fixed, but before my marriage, I wanted to enjoy further fucking because I enjoyed my first fucking with Arnab. So, we had this very sexy, strong, stout, and young servant, Biju. One day, I bunked my college, said I had a headache, and came home, because I knew everyone else would be out except him. He was alone."

"How old was he?" asked Ramesh.

"Oh, twenty only. But very sexy. Tall and handsome and dark, with this great muscular body. I used to frig like crazy dreaming about him. Since I was getting married very soon I thought why not enjoy with him before my marriage. Anyway, I got him and he was there, so I took off my underclothes and went to him in my college uniform, all the buttons were undone. He understood what I had in mind and he was hot as hell. He fucked me first in the kitchen, slowly and gently and that orgasm blew my mind. I couldn't believe how fantastic it was. I got him to fuck me again, in the bedroom, from behind. Then one more time with me on top, "said Madhu.

"Crazy bitch. At eighteen and that also after fixation of marriage!" said Ramesh.

"I became a whore of our servant for some days, yes. We continued this for a long time, several days. Then he asked if I would like to fuck some friends of his. Of course, I said yes. He brought up some guys and I loved the differences in their cocks and the different ways they had of fucking me. Then they asked if I would like to try fucking more than one at a time. I'd been waiting for them to ask. So I did. It was pure heaven," Madhu said with a smile.

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

"It was great. I loved fucking, and they loved fucking me. Then I made friends with some boys in college We used to fuck up on the college terrace during the daytime or sometimes the boys would take me to their hostel rooms. They were good, athletic types and it continued for a further time, more than a month with each before I went on to the next guy, "she said.

"Then?" asked Ramesh.

"Then I got married to the nephew of Arnab. In the household of my In-laws, there were two male servants at that time, I seduced them and one day, while I was fucking with the servants, all of a sudden, a sweeper, who was a low-class young man from a slum area, came up and saw our fucking. In fact, our two servants had called him to clean our bathrooms and toilets. Since he had seen us fucking, he also wanted to fuck a new young bride of a rich household. Ultimately, I had no alternative but to allow that young low-class sweeper to fuck me. He fucked me very well, better than I'd been fucked before. I was deliriously happy when he was finally done, after a couple of hours, "said Madhu.

"Must have been quite a stud, "exclaimed Ramesh.

"Of course he was. He was a stud, "smiled Madhu.

"Ohh, no, shit!"Ramesh was irritated.

"God's truth, he was. He came back the next day, and the next, and the day after that, every day for a week. One Sunday, he asked me to come with him to the slum area where he was staying, he wanted to show me something that would blow my mind, "said Madhu.

"When I reached the slum, I found that he was living in a small house type structure with walls of broken tin sheets whose roof was made of broken asbestos sheet covered with torn polyethylene pieces. There was a big and wide drain flowing in front of his living house emitting a stench smell. It was the dirtiest place I had ever seen in my life as the garbage and filth was everywhere. The dumped waste emanated a foul odor around the whole surroundings. Since I had already reached so there was no point in returning immediately. The slum dwellers there thought I might be a college girl or from an NGO coming for a survey. The sweeper ushered me into the inside of his hut. Little did I know that the rascal had planned something sinister!

Secretly, he had invited all the low-class people of the slum, who were his friends, they were 5 persons, a manual laborer, a rickshaw puller, a drain cleaner, a beggar, and a person who skins dead animals. Ten minutes later, all his five friends arrived, they started taking cheap wine and made me completely naked. From noon till evening, they started fucking me one after another, how many times each of them, I had no idea. Each of them had paid some money to the young sweeper who had accompanied me there and then I realized a newlywed young daughter-in-law of a rich household had become a whore. I was a whore at that time being fucked by all these dirty and filthy slum dwellers. It was dark around 7.00.P.M; I was completely exhausted and even unable to walk due to soreness in my pussy as well as in my nipples. There were nail and teeth marks everywhere in my body, more on my breasts. The sweeper escorted me and somehow, I reached the bungalow when the family members of my In-laws including my husband inquired me of my whereabouts the whole day, I lied to them saying I was with my childhood friend, spending a day with her," explained Madhu.

Ramesh laughed softly, "That's quite a story. But it's not complete."

"What else is there to know?" asked Madhu.

"Why did you get married a second time to this old man?" he asked.

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

"Because, my darling stud, I needed to. I wanted a man who was decent and gentle and kind and loved me and not just my body. I wanted a friend, a real friend. All I'd had since eighteen was lovers, men who wanted to fuck me and fucked me and fucked me, and that is it."

"So why him?" he further asked.

"Because he asked. Because I liked what I saw in him. He's a generous, hardworking, sincere, faithful kind, who doesn't do things by halves. Because I've slept with him. Not just fucked. Made love to him. When a man makes love, his soul is open. "she said.

"Didn't you feel jealous when he married a second time to your own daughter?" asked Ramesh.

"No, rather I welcomed him; he became a support for my daughter after she was a widow. Secondly, I got my daughter so close who became a part of my husband. Sex is not everything, it is the love showered upon you by somebody, and it is the emotional attachment between two persons. Sex isn't going to be the thing that'll keep us together. We'll make this marriage work forever, "explained Madhu.

"I have explained to you my life story enough. Come on now, Ramesh, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!" she tried to bring his mind back to the fucking.

Ashok turned his back to the wall against him and stared into space, his chest heaving, his erection throbbing, his mind in a daze. He had found out everything about this rich lady. She had told Ramesh Bhaiya everything. He felt drugged and heavy and useless and, at the same time, strangely aroused. From the bedroom, he could hear their rising cries, the sounds of their bodies slapping together, flesh on flesh, and flesh in flesh. He went back to the window. Inside, Ramesh Bhaiya was fucking her rapidly, furiously, his hips swinging up and down and back and forth, bobbing and bucking violently, savagely over hers. His cock pistoned and plunged furiously in and out of her cunt. She gasped and cried out, her body jerking and arching, snapping and lurching under his. Her cries were loud and lewd and her hips pumped hungrily under his. His cock went up and down, in and out, his balls crashing against her cunt-lips with each deep, plunging thrust.

She orgasmed violently, arching and gasping sharply. Seconds later, he moaned and thrust into her repeatedly, his hips twitching at her cunt. His cock finally ejaculated loads and loads of hot lava, thick sperm into her cunt. She gripped his cock, squeezed and sucked all his sperm with her cunt muscles into her, draining and emptying him. This is what she wanted.

"That was good," he grunted, squeezing her breasts, and finally, he pulled out of her.

"Thank you," she replied, caressing his back and chest. "I enjoyed that."

"Wait, wait, some more are left inside my balls, my sperm still coming," Ramesh cried.

He scooted quickly up to her body and jerked his cock at her face. She opened her mouth and sucked him. His remaining cums were coming in an interval of seconds frequently and she opened her mouth and moaned as his jizz spurted into her mouth and spattered her cheeks and neck and breasts and belly. Still dribbling spot, he went back between her legs and squeezed his cock into her cunt. Gasping softly, he rocked in and out of her cunt briefly. She moaned in pleasure, squirming on the bed.

At that moment Ramesh saw some movement of a human body outside the window, he could see somebody's head. He whispered, "Somebody is peeping at us. Cover yourself."

Ramesh sprang up from the bed and with a stern and authoritative voice shouted, "Who is there?"

"It is me Ramesh Bhaiya," he heard the voice of Ashok. Ramesh was relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come inside," Ramesh instructed him from the room and both of them saw the shy boy Ashok pushed and opened the entrance door of the room and entered inside with a nervous look on his face.

Ramesh turned his face to Madhu and said, "Don't worry! He is Ashok, the dishwasher of the hotel. He is just like a younger brother to me, rather you may call him my bosom friend and we stay together."

Then he asked Ashok, "Ashok, what's the hell are you doing here?"

"Ramesh Bhaiya, I was waiting for you for lunch on the terrace and when you didn't turn up, I had to come here to search you, "he replied innocently.

"So, all along, you were peeping at us from the window and witnessing our fucking. Isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, Ramesh Bhaiya," he admitted.

"And you were masturbating!"Ramesh indicated the wet patch stained on the crotch area of his trousers. Ashok didn't say anything and gazed his look at the floor.

Madhu glanced at the boy, a young boy but he seemed to be very innocent, most probably he had neither seen a naked female nor fucked any female.

"Don't worry, Ashok. You would get a chance to fuck her. But now, everyone is hungry. Let us first have our lunch, we could share her lunch. Three of them sat beside the table and shared the lunch meant for Madhu.

After everyone finished the lunch, Ramesh sat and started smoking a cigarette then said to Madhu, "I have to leave now. Hey, Bitch, you let my friend fuck you. He has never fucked any woman before but he must have a good experience by witnessing our fucking. You both can initiate your fucking now in presence of me and I don't mind as I will be leaving in a short moment."

Madhu was ready and waiting for Ashok to initiate. There was no need for words. Ashok sat near her but was feeling nervous to touch her. But Ashok waited as the steward dressed. He returned to the bed and kissed her deeply and gently, fondling her breasts. She responded with ardor. Finally, he drew away.

"Then tomorrow? Ramesh asked.

"Yes," she said, "Not only tomorrow, the next three days till they return from Kufri."

"Thanks again. Good fuck," said Ramesh.

He grinned and straightened his uniform. Lighting a cigarette, he let himself out. Suddenly, Ashok was unsure. He did not know what to do, what was expected of him. Should he remove his dress? Should he wait? What should he say to her first? Suddenly, he started yelping in surprise. She had become completely naked and was standing in front of him, the other man's smell and jizz still strong on her body; he found it very exciting. Madhu tightly embraced him and Ashok was stunned like a statue. Their intimate embrace, kissing and togetherness, silent unspoken psychological, emotional physiological need, and uncontrollable physical desire well communicated through her eyes, and her body response conveyed to Ashok beyond any doubt that she needed to be thoroughly fucked. Madhu started undressing Ashok and made him completely naked. She was on her knees in front of him and his sticky, rigid cock was already in her mouth.

"Madam, I," he began.

"Ashok, don't address me as Madam. I am your bitch, I am your whore," she smiled.

And then she took him deep in her mouth and sucked him as he had never been sucked before. On and on she went, whimpering in mounting excitement, making him gasp and groan, till he finally succumbed and started fucking her face for his pleasure, holding her head in both hands and rocking it back and forth between his thighs, his hips pumping at her face.

"Oh, you bitch," he gasped, "Suck it, you whore! Suck it harder! More!"

Then Ashok pushed her head away and jerked her to her feet. He shoved her against the iron table nearby, made her lean forward over it, and stood behind her.

"Your ass, whore!" he snarled. "I want your ass! I want to fuck your butt!"

For the first time in his life, Ashok discovered the unique pleasure of sodomizing a beautiful woman. He forced his cock between her buttocks and jammed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed and he gripped her hips and, with a loud cry, jerked his hips forward. His penis burst into her asshole and she cried out thinly, her head snapping up, biting her lower lip. He rammed his cock in deeper and took her ass savagely, pounding his hips frantically at her buttocks. The heat in his loins was uncontainable and he drilled deep into her and exploded, flooding her ass with his seed.

Now the pent-up fury spewed like lava. He jerked out of her and pushed his cock into her cunt. She gasped heavily and he fucked her hard for several minutes. Through the rest of the next moment, he fucked her demonically, savaging her every orifice, again and again, making her voice the obscene encouragement he had heard her use with the steward. Finally, he was on top of her, fucking her furiously, ramming and reaming into her cunt. She gasped and cried out, thrashing uncontrollably under him, and he felt her orgasm and lost control again. He slammed his cock into her hard and she cried out loudly. He rammed in again, and yet again and finally ejaculated, his hot seed searing out of his penis and into her hot cunt.

Ramesh was about to leave the hotel when he heard his name called by somebody from behind. He turned his face back and found the Room service Manager was rushing towards him.

"Ramesh, Ramesh, Could you please help me? The guest in room no-96 is now asking for lunch, could you please serve him lunch?" he requested.

"Sorry, Sir! I am already off duty as my shift is over, "replied Ramesh.

"I know Ramesh, but the problem is that now no other waiter is available. It is a simple request from me, "the manager said.

Ramesh thought for a moment after all he was his boss and how could he deny his request. "OK, Sir," he said.

Sweating and panting, Ashok began to slip his cock out of Madhu's cunt. Suddenly, she clenched him and her lips and tongue were at his ear.

"Not yet," she whispered. "Please, Ashok. Not yet. Fuck me again. Fuck me hard. Like a whore. I want you to hurt me. Please. Fuck me hard."

He looked at her and saw that she was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks from red, misty eyes. His heart broke and he moaned softly, in deep pain. She pulled his head to hers and she kissed him, her chest heaving in racked sobs. Her breasts were hot and heavy under his chest.

"I love you Ashok, you are such a young and strong boy. I enjoyed your fucking me and I think you are better than Ramesh," said Madhu.

"Really! Say it once again. Do you think, I am better than Ramesh Bhaiya?"Ashok asked excitedly.

"Yes, dear, I think you fucked better than Ramesh. I feel I love you, I love you, please don't leave me now," she sobbed, "Please, say you believe me."

He moaned again and her kisses grew feverish, "You must believe me. You must."

"I believe you," Ashok said in an excited voice, "I believe you. And I love you, too. I love you, my heart. I love you."

They kissed again, and now no words were needed and he could feel the joy and radiance and gratitude flowing from her in a hot wave. They rolled over and she began to work on his body again, arousing him with that sureness of touch that took his breath away and made him wonder how there could be heaven after this. Ramesh returned after serving the lunch to the guest and in this process, he was already delayed for one hour more. He was feeling irritated as after a good fucking with Madhu he wanted to go to his room, needed to take a rest, and wanted a good peaceful sleep. He was about to exit from the hotel, then he saw the watchman Laal Singh, the old man was rushing towards him.

On approaching him, Laal Singh said, "Hey, Ramesh, my shift is already over. I have had my lunch already. My next shift is at 9.00.p.m.at night and I need to take a rest. Give me the key to the room."

"Don't worry, Laal Singh, my shift is also over and I was just going to room to take a rest. Let us go together, "he said to him.

Then something came to his mind, Ramesh put his hand in his pocket and couldn't find the key, "Ohh, fuck! The key is with Ashok."

"Where is Ashok?" the watchman asked.

"That horny boy is still fucking that lady, "he let his tongue slip accidentally.

"What?" the watchman exclaimed in surprise.

"Nothing, "said Ramesh and rushed towards upstairs, he was virtually running without seeing his back, the reaction of the watchman.

Laal Singh, the watchman got himself stunned for a moment when he heard the sentence 'fucking that lady' accidentally uttered by Ramesh. He smelled some rat in his words and guessed something suspicious going between these two friends. Without wasting time, he followed after Ramesh. From distance, he could see Ramesh going to the third floor and Laal Sing knew that there was a solo room on the third floor, the VIP Room no-103, where two beautiful young women were staying with a grey-haired old man for the last two days. They were rich and aristocratic. Today morning, he had seen that old man with the youngest girl leaving the hotel with their baggage by a taxi somewhere, and most probably the other young woman must be alone in room no-103. Then he saw Ramesh entering room No-103. Laal Singh walked quietly and. careful steps and found that the door of the room was not bolted from inside, it was slightly kept ajar. He put his ears on the door and he could hear the voices of Ashok and Ramesh along with a sweet voice of a female. Laal Sing's curiosity arose and he quietly pushed the door and peeped through the open portion of the door.

When Ramesh entered the room, he found both Ashok and Madhu lying naked on the bed, embraced and entwined with each other, and were kissing each other. On seeing his sudden entry, both of them were startled with surprise on their faces.

"Hey, boy, have you finished your fucking? You can go on fucking this bitch whole day, I have no problem. But why did you keep the key with you without handing it over to me? If you have finished then let us go to our room else some hotel staff would watch us. Laal Sing is also waiting for us near the gate of the hotel. Come on boy, be hurry!" said Ramesh.

Ashok was feeling shy before Ramesh as he was completely naked. He got up and started putting on his dress. Madhu also got up, sat on the bed covering her breasts with her hands, and smiled at Ramesh.

"Tell me Ashok, did you enjoy with this bitch?" asked Ramesh.

Ashok grinned at him, his eyes dancing with delight, "That was fantastic," he murmured, "Really wonderful."

Madhu stepped towards Ashok, kissed his cheek and turned toward Ramesh, and said, "He was my hero."

With his bewildered eyes, first time in his life, the middle-aged watchman of 48 years was witnessing a complete white naked woman with her marble smooth skin glazing in the light, with big heavy round breasts swaying rhythmically with each step, with a slender waist and a patch of thick triangle hair between her legs emerging before him. He felt as if he was witnessing a real Bollywood heroine before his naked eyes. He was further surprised and wondered how could a mere service boy and a dishwasher address this rich and aristocratic lady in a filthy manner. He pinched himself whether it was a dream or reality. He could feel the sudden growth of his cock inside his trousers which had become rock hard and became a pole under the tent of his trouser.

"Hey, bitch, really I am insatiable with you. Before leaving, why don't you give me a blow job so that I could go into my room and sleep there peacefully? I will fuck you tomorrow, "said Ramesh.

"Sure, "said Madhu and proceeded toward Ramesh.

She knelt before Ramesh, unzipped his fly, and started stroking his cock. Ashok was standing beside Ramesh. Madhu asked, "Ashok, would you like to be sucked?"

"No, I'm fine. I'd like to remain like this," Ashok smiled.

Her face was contorted with lust and Madhu moaned and rocked ecstatically between them. Astonished, Ramesh looked down at her. She was whimpering with excitement, sucking and licking his cock hungrily. Her head bobbed and rocked up and down between his thighs. Madhu was sucking his cock hungrily. All of a sudden, Madhu felt that his cock was pulsating throbbing inside her mouth and she could guess that he was on the verge of cumming.

"You ready to come?" she asked.

"Ohh, yessss. Fuck you whore," he panted.

Ramesh came in a few minutes, spurting jizz into her mouth. She groaned and swallowed his gunk, masturbating, and her fingers and lips were sticky with his seed. Ramesh noticed that his erection had not waned and that he felt as aroused as before.

Now, this sight was too much for Laal Singh, he was uncontrollable, he barged into the room.

"Hey, Ramesh, why this injustice to me? Have I done something wrong to you both? Are you not my friends and colleagues staying in one room? How could you both fuck this lady sparing me? Have I got no right to fuck her?" he asked.

All three of them remained silent for a moment. Madhu was startled to see a tall black man, a rugged personality with a strong muscular physique; his big bushy mustache suited his personality perfectly. He must be between 48-50 years. A naked Madhu rushed near to bed to cover herself with the bedsheet and sat silently on the bed.

Ramesh turned his face towards Madhu and said softly, "Don't worry! He is Laal Singh, the watchman of the hotel, our roommate, and a good friend of ours. He is our close confidant and he will keep the secrets, Please be rest assured that this matter would not go outside of these four walls."

Laal Singh looked over his shoulder and saw the lady and these two murmuring to each other. Then Ramesh smiled, then laughed. Madhu turned around toward him and Laal Singh noticed the lady smiling at him. Ramesh realized that the watchman was another of her lovers. He hid a grin.

"Well, Laal Singh, we leave her with you. You wanted to take a rest but you need not go to your room. You can take a rest with her till 9.00.P.M, night so that you could resume your night duty. But both of you don't forget to bolt the door as well as the windows properly from the inside, Have a nice day," Ramesh said and both of them left immediately from the room.

Without wasting time, Laal Singh immediately closed the door and windows properly from the inside. Both of them stared at each other and Madhu broke the silence by smiling at him and Laal Sing also smiled at her. Madhu had uncovered her body from the bedsheet and now, she was stark naked before Laal Singh. Madhu came forward and broke the ice by embracing him and kissing him. The old man shivered and felt as if a thousand volts of electricity were running through his body.

"You may be a little older but God has given you a strong rock body, "smiled Madhu.

"Thank you, Madam, I have never seen such a beautiful woman like you ever in my life and I feel that I am the luckiest man in this world to be with you, "he said.

"Laal Singh, please don't call me Madam because it makes a difference between you and me, a superior and inferior complexities. Rather, you call me a bitch and whore," Madhu said.

"OK, after a few moments, you see, how I will make you my bitch and whore!"Laal Singh said and jumped on her, tightly embracing her and biting her soft lips like a hungry wolf.

Laal Singh lovingly stroked the sides of her neck while kissing, tossed her hair back so that he could caress her neck a bit more by running the sides of his fingers up and down her neck down to the base of her shoulder. He kissed every inch of her parts, her forehead, her eyelids, cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders, and all over her face. He ran a finger on her juicy soft thick lips and holding her lower lip gave her a soft kiss, paused to caress her lips by holding the kiss for a few seconds. Madhu could smell the hard smell of biri (A type of cheap cigarette made of unprocessed tobacco wrapped in leaves) from the mouth of the watchman. He ran the tip of his tongue on her thick full beautiful pouting wet juicy soft top and bottom lips. Finally, he ran his tongue between her wet juicy thick pouting inviting lips forcing her mouth to open.​