Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Both of them stopped and Ashmita could see that an old beggar was waving his hands towards them.

"Arjun, most probably that old beggar is calling you," she pointed towards Nandu.

Arjun turned his face and gasped, "Ohh, my God! It is Nandu Chacha (uncle). We have to donate him some money otherwise he would spread some rumor about us in the slum."

Both of them went near him. Ashmita could see a dirty old man about 70 years, with a long grown grey beard and thick tangled grey hair on his head. There were a lot of pink patches on his entire body; the old beggar must be suffering from some skin disease Ashmita thought. He was in tattered clothes. A stench and pungent smell were coming from his body and Ashmita felt nauseate as if she was going to vomit.

The old beggar said, "Arjun, who is she? Have you married a Muslim girl?"

"No, Nandu Chacha, you are wrong. She is a passenger of my Rickshaw, an educated and rich lady not my wife," he replied.

"How could I believe? She has hidden her face in the veil," said Nandu Chacha.

Ashmita saw Arjun was being trapped by this old beggar, she unveiled her face and said, "See me, Nandu chacha, Do I look like his wife?"

Nandu chacha was stunned to see such a beautiful woman and he was in dilemma how such a rich, educated, and beautiful lady could get mixed up with this mere Rickshaw driver like Arjun who was his neighbor in the slum.

"Sorry, Madam, you are a rich lady but please donate something to this poor old man. God will bless you always," said Nandu chacha.

Ashmita smiled and covered her face again under the veil. She donated him a heavy amount beyond his expectation and Nandu Chacha thanked her like anything and thought the blessing of God was sometimes unexpected. Arjun breathed a sigh of relief and they moved ahead. Then from their right side, all of a sudden a tall and black young man emerged and dragged the hand of Arjun. Ashmita was startled to see the behavior of a stranger to Arjun.

"Are not you Arjun, my old friend?" asked the stranger.

Arjun stared at him for a moment, then his face brightened with pleasure and he said, "Ohh, my God! It is you, Sachin."

Both of them hugged each other. After a moment, Arjun came near to Ashmita and whispered, "He is my old friend. After 2 years, both of us are meeting each other. Please wait for some time while I converse with him a little."

"No, problem, you take your own time," she said and sat on the stone wall above the sea. She glanced down where the sea waves were beating on the stone wall with white foams.

"After almost two years, we are meeting with each other. Isn't it?" asked Sachin.

"Yes, my dear friend. Tell me whether you are married or still an old bachelor?" asked Arjun.

"I am fine, dear friend, and still a bachelor. But tell me what's about you? I saw both of you coming out from the boat and holding each other's hands like wife and husband. Are you married to that Muslim girl or she is your lady love? I couldn't see her face as it is hidden under the veil but I could see her pure white hands from the sleeves. She must be very beautiful. I wonder how a black fellow like you could have such a fair girl!"Sachin asked in a surprising voice.

"Nothing like that my dear friend," Arjun smiled.

"Then?" asked Sachin.

Arjun explained to him everything about his trip to Elephanta caves with her. From a little distance, Ashmita could see them conversing deeply, occasionally laughing and patting each other. She thought it to be natural for friends to meet after a long time but little did he know that Arjun had already made her naked before his friend. She could see his friend glancing towards her from time to time while conversing with Arjun.

"So, you lucky bastard, you have fucked a rich woman! What's about me? Couldn't I get a chance to fuck such a fair lady! Such type of chance rarely comes in one's life," Sachin said.

"Do you want to fuck her?" asked Arjun.

"Certainly, who would not?" replied Sachin.

"But how and where?" asked Arjun.

"I know a secluded place where there is no access of the public. It is a quiet and deserted type of place. We could play some trick on her and persuade her to go to that place with us. Once we reach there, could she resist our fucking? What I gather from you is that she is a rich whore and wants young cocks. Both of us would fuck her up to her satisfaction. At the same time, we would also celebrate our friendship as I have a full bottle of wine kept in the dickey of my Rickshaw," laughed Sachin.

"Well, Sachin nice plan, hahhh. I have already had two times ejaculation so I am not interested in fuck her again. I leave her up to you, you can fuck her as many times as you wish," he laughed back.

Ashmita could see now both of them were approaching her. The other fellow appeared like the twin brother of Arjun, same height, same color, and same body features. Ashmita imagined he must have also a big cock like Arjun.

"Madam, he is Sachin Wagle, my fellow Auto-Rickshaw driver, and my best friend. We have not met with each other for more than two years and today is the auspicious day we have met after a long time," said Arjun with a jubilant face.

"Hello, Madam," Sachin greeted her and Ashmita accepted his greeting by nodding her head.

"Madam, I want to request you something if you could permit me?" asked Arjun in a humble tone.

"Sure, please go on without hesitation," said Ashmita.

"Madam, as you know unlike other places in India, the sun sets in Mumbai between 6.45.PM to 7.00.P.M. It is still daylight and evening is far behind. Sachin and I are very close friends and have met today after a long time. To celebrate this, Sachin wants to entertain me with a few drinks but Madam, as you know, we are poor Rickshaw drivers and we cannot afford to go to a bar and drink there. We could take drinks in a calm and quiet place and request you to wait for such time if you don't feel offended. Once our small drink party is over, I would take you to your destination before evening," Arjun pleaded in a soft voice.

"It's not a big problem. I would wait till your party is over. Enjoy yourselves," Ashmita said.

"Thank you, Madam," both of them said in one voice with an obligation.

All of them went to nearby Auto-Rickshaw parking place where their Rickshaws were parked.

"Follow me Arjun,"said Sachin.

Ashmita sat inside the Rickshaw; Arjun ignited the engine and started following Sachin's Auto-Rickshaw which was going ahead like a pilot vehicle. Both the Rickshaws turned from the side of Gateway of India and headed towards the marine drive. Ashmita could see the crowd in the marine drive at this rush hour of the day, hundreds of vehicles were plying slowly in lines in a systematic manner and their rickshaws were also moving very slow and she got an opportunity to witness the marvelous scene of the sea by her side. Just a few meters away from her, she could see the blue ocean whose waves with white foams were beating on the strong hard stone wall protecting the road. Even occasionally, the seawater was splashing towards the side of the road. Ashmita derived immense pleasure by witnessing such a marvelous scene.

After going around 4. K.M. in marine drive, Sachin's rickshaw gave the signal to turn towards the right side and moved in a right side path. Arjun followed him and by this time they had already left the marine drive and had entered into a sub-path between residential buildings. Ashmita breathed a sigh of relief, Thank God! She was now in a residential area.

She had never experienced such a huge crowd as well as huge traffic; she will remember this experience in Mumbai. It was a big residential area and after going around 2 K.M.they turned towards the left side and gradually left the densely populated residential area. They crossed an area where residential buildings were scattered not close to each other, ultimately Sochin's Rickshaw stood near a secluded and deserted place near a small area surrounded by broken buildings of factories.

Ashmita wondered there must be a lot of factories once. She could not find any single human being except a few old male beggars taking shelter in those deserted and broken factory buildings and stray dogs roaming about in that area. Sachin's Rickshaw stopped near one dilapidated and abandoned factory building and Arjun also stooped his Rickshaw behind it. Ashmita turned her face to right and could see a big graveyard. She was scared and cursed these two fellows as if there were no other places except this graveyard. A small road had divided this graveyard on one side and the old factory buildings on the other side.

All of them got down from the rickshaws. It was an open area and a soft wind was blowing towards them. Ashmita unveiled her face because she was feeling suffocation behind the veil and now at least she could breathe the fresh air. Sachin was so shocked to see her beautiful face that he felt as if he was electrified and for a few seconds he stood there like a statue gazing at her intently. He felt as if he was witnessing a heroine from a Hindi movie.

She looked towards the graveyard in front of her which looked scary but when she looked at both sides of the street she found it pleasant as she found big Cherry Blossom (Tabebuia Heterophylla) Trees on both sides of the road and were in full bloom. Those looked beautiful with their dark pink and white flowers. But to Ashmita, it was still a lonely place, the scene and surroundings reminded her of the sequence of suspense and horror movies of Hollywood.

Sachin looked at them and said, "This place is the safest place in Mumbai where you can have your privacy. No civilized person would come here neither in daylight nor in darkness except low-class people like us. There is no access of the public to this area so you can do anything here. We can have our fun inside these broken buildings but the problem is that it is daylight and everything is open, there are neither windows nor doors except the broken frames and anybody could step in like these old beggars or any persons like us. In the daytime, most often, I come here with my few friends for a drinking party. We have a secret place of ours and nobody could see anything from outside."

Then he pointed to a place just near the boundary of the graveyard where stood a big tree full of yellow flowers and asked, "Arjun, what do you see there?"

"Nothing, a big tree full of yellow flowers surrounded by long green grass and shrubs, "he replied.

"Yes, that is our secret place. We have cleaned the place around the root of that big tree where 3 to 5 persons could easily sit, could easily lie down, could have their drinking party but from here nobody could trace out nor know anything, "smiled Sachin.

"Waaaaoooo, you people are so intelligent!" appreciated Arjun.

"I don't think, people come here, to this area after dark. It is so lonely and deserted, "said Ashmita.

"Madam, you are wrong. In the daytime, usually, nobody comes here but after the evening when the darkness falls, this place is infested by couples only, I mean couples and lovers belonging to low-class people, most of which are beggar women and prostitutes. They enter inside these dilapidated and abandoned factory buildings and do all types of dirty things," Sachin explained.

Ashmita's face all of a sudden became reddened with blush and she was feeling very shy after hearing that she dropped her eyes and glanced towards the ground. Then Sachin felt ashamed and realized that he should not have uttered such type of fact before a lady.

To divert her attention, he said, "Arjun, come with me to help me pick out the things from the dickey of my Rickshaw."

Ashmita saw them moving towards the back of Sachin's Rickshaw. Ashmita saw Sachin unlock the dickey from the backside of the Rickshaw, he picked out a folded tarpaulin which was meant to cover his Rickshaw to protect it from rainwater and harsh summer sun and a big cotton hand bag contained t something heavy. Carrying those things, both of them came near to her.

"Arjun, let us proceed," said Sachin.

"Wait, what do you think you two? You two will enjoy your drinking party in your secret place leaving a lady alone here in this ghostly, deserted and horrible place, waiting for you, "she said in an angry tone.

"No, Madam, you are misunderstood. How could you think that we will leave you alone in this place? You are also coming with us just for a company," smiled Arjun.

Thank God! She thought and breathed a sigh of relief. All of them proceeded towards the tree, Sachin led them, kept aside the long grass and shrubs and they reached near the bottom of the tree. What Sachin was saying was right, the bottom area of the tree was cleaned in a round manner and the area was with soft earth without any grass. They unfolded the tarpaulin and made it in two folds so that three persons could sit there comfortably, they spread the folded tarpaulin on the ground near the bottom of the tree.

"Madam, please sit, "requested Sachin with a humble tone.

Then he picked out two bottles of drinking water, some disposal plastic cups, a few packets of potato chips, and roasted peanuts. Then Sachin picked out a medium-sized wine bottle the liquid of which was in red and amber mixed color. Ashmita could easily guess that it was not a branded wine rather it was of some cheap and locally made wine.

"Now, tell me Arjun, how do you like this hidden place and the surroundings?" asked Sachin.

"Fantastic!"Arjun exclaimed with his expression.

"Do you know Arjun, this is the best place to fuck girls in the daytime. I have fucked so many girls and women here during the daytime," Sachin said.

Ohh, my God! How could this person utter such direct raw and dirty words in front of a lady like her? Didn't he have any common sense, etiquette, and mannerism she thought! Again she blushed with shyness and had downcast eyes on the ground.

Then she heard the apologetic voice of Sachin, "Sorry, Madam! My tongue slipped off and I was hardly aware of your presence. It was nothing serious, just a friendly joke between Arjun and me. Please forgive me."

"It's OK but try to control your tongue at least in presence of a lady," she said in sarcasm as she didn't want to be too open before this stranger.

Sachin poured wine into the disposal cups and mixed water and the two friends started drinking. Arjun passed a packet of peanuts to Ashmita. After consuming two cups of wine Arjun said, "Madam, it feels very odd to us that while we two are consuming wine you sit idle. Why don't you join our company?"

"Arjun, sorry! This is not my brand," Ashmita said with a fake smile.

"I know Madam, I feel sorry to ask you for this. You may be friendly and sympathetic towards poor people but you cannot have a poor man's drink. Am I right?"Ashmita could feel the sarcasm in his voice but she preferred to remain silent whereas his words pinched her like anything.

"I would request you again for the last time, just taste a small cup. Just gulp down a little and if you find it unpleasant in taste there is always an option for you to throw it. Please, a small cup for me only, "insisted Arjun.

Ashmita thought for a moment, this fellow Arjun had given her sexual pleasure the whole day during their boat trip, then how could he refuse her? She didn't want to displease him, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, she would need him again for traveling in his Rickshaw or she may need him for another fucking as he was now friendly, reliable, and comfortable with her. What was the harm in taking a small cup of wine irrespective of the brand? All wines were the same, the contents of alcohol, only the taste differed. She didn't want to break the heart of this poor man.

"OK, Arjun, but only a small cup and don't insist on more, do you understand? This is to honor your request only," she said.

"Sure, Madam. Only a small cup, not more than that," said Arjun and poured the wine in the cup.

Both the friends exchanged meaningful glances and they knew that a small cup of this hard wine will be sufficient for her and she would get intoxicated gradually. Ashmita downed it in one gulp, the wine had a peculiar taste and smell, it was hard and strong, and when the liquid went down her throat she felt a burning sensation in her throat and her face flinched. Both the friends left her for some time without saying anything to her and watched her of her body language. After 5 minutes, the local made cheap and hard wine had tricked on Ashmita and influenced her mind. Although she was not drunk she was feeling a little high.

She glanced at them uncomfortably and a little fumble in her voice, "Arjun, I have never felt it like in whiskey. I feel slowly I am flying and you both are moving around me in a slow motion."

"No, Madam, this is your misconception in your mind. You look at us, we have already consumed two cups and are now ready for another cup but we don't feel anything. Our wine is normal but not better than your whiskey," smiled Arjun.

"Maybe it is my misconception, "she said.

Arjun winked at Sachin and he prepared three cups. Ashmita looked at the cups, now she was enjoying the alcoholic effect of the wine and feeling her body very light.

"Madam, another cup for you, "said Arjun.

"Sure," Ashmita said and gulped it down with one take.

By this time, both Arjun and Sachin had already consumed a total of 4 nos of cups each.

"Arjun, I feel the slight effect of the wine, let me rest for a while," said Sachin and went near to tree where he stretched out his legs and rested his back against the trunk of the tree.

On the other side, Ashmita was feeling slight dizziness but she was in her consciousness. She was not drunk she knew it well as it had happened with her so many times while attending a party with Bhashkar. It was only a sensation and feeling of spinning around and losing one's balance and she knew it would overcome provided you lie down without any movement and close your eyes for some moment and if you sleep for some minutes, it would be better.

Ashmita raised her voice, "Hey, Arjun, are you OK?"

"Yes, Madam, I am fine," he replied.

"Good! Then come here, "she said.

When she saw Arjun near her, she closed her eyes and said, "Arjun, I want to lie down for some time as I feel my head is reeling."

Arjun reached around her, putting one of her arms over her shoulders, and putting one of his arms around her waist to pick her up. With her providing balance, he was able to take most of her own weight and helped her to move. He took her near to the tree where Sachin had stretched out her legs, carefully, Arjun made her lie down and put her head on the lap of Sachin, just above his crotch.

Arjun was satisfied that Ashmita was lying down comfortably on Sachin and she had already started light snoring. He again saw them, both of them were sleeping, Sachin rested against the trunk of the tree and Ashmita on his lap. Then he thought it would be better to take a rest a while inside the Rickshaw and he came out from the secret area.

Just after half an hour, Sachin opened his eyes and felt a heavyweight on his lap, just on his crotch area. He was shocked to see a sleeping Ashmita on him. He couldn't understand how this lady was with him; he looked around but couldn't find Arjun to be seen near around. He was very cautious not to move his body else Madam would wake up.

Sachin studied the sprawled black form on him, her long curls streaming over on his waist. She stretched sensuously, the movement pulling the black fabric of her dress tautly against her full breasts; her slow breathing was making her heavy breasts up and down in a rhythmical manner. Sachin could feel the side of her soft cheek on his crotch and he felt so excited that his cock began to rise slowly and in seconds it became rock hard forming a tent above his pants and throbbing on her cheek.

In the meantime, Ashmita opened her eyes a little and remembered everything about the hard effects of the wine, how she felt dizziness and how Arjun had picked her up but then what happened she had no memory of. With her half-opened eyes and with her side glance, she felt that she was sleeping on the lap of Arjun, her own Arjun. She reviewed the whole area near the tree but couldn't find Sachin, the friend of Arjun. Ashmita closed her eyes; still, there was slight dizziness in her head. With her closed eyes, she cursed herself for drinking their hard cheap wine. Then she felt the hardness of his cock throbbing on her cheek. Without opening her eyes she just gripped the hard cock above his pants and started massaging slowly on its outline.

All of a sudden, Sachin was startled to find a soft touch of her hand massaging his cock above his pants. With much difficulty, he tried to control himself not to ejaculate. After massaging the cock, Ashmita felt very horny and wanted a fuck by Arjun.

Ashmita, without opening her eyes, reached down and lifted up her skirt up to her waist, pulled down her panties up to her knees without removing them completely. Her panties were stuck in her knees. She also unbuttoned her chest portions completely so that she could get herself ready for an immediate fuck as his friend Sachin was not near around. She wanted a quick fuck by Arjun before the arrival of Sachin.

Then Sachin heard her voice, "Arjun, wake up. Are you still drunk? Where is your friend Sachin? Arjun, I feel horny, come and fuck me."

Ashmita spread her legs but couldn't get any response. She was surprised that Arjun was drunk but still his cock was hard.

"Dear, don't you want my pussy?" again Sachin heard her voice, "Well, I know how to wake you up."

Now, Sachin could understand everything. Madam had misunderstood him as Arjun but he had no courage to reveal immediately before her that he was not Arjun as he was enjoying her touch. Ashmita was still feeling a little dizzy but she was sure that she could stand comfortably, but before that she would wake up Arjun.

With her half-closed eyes, she unzipped the fly, took out the rigid and hard penis from his briefs, and put it in her mouth. A small sigh escaped from Sachin, he tried to move, but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads. Sachin could see she was on her side. Her skirt pulled up from the motion, her camel toe briefly winking at him. His hands lingered on her head, noticing the heat from her skin. His eyes fixated on the bare pussy between her legs surrounded by a triangle patch of black hairs.

A small moan escaped her. Sachin froze, panicked. He hesitantly lifted up his face, shining with the glaze of her pussy. She hadn't moved, nor opened her eyes though she was flushed, and her breathing had increased. "Are you awaken, Arjun?"

Sachin didn't respond. He waited the moment hanging. Sachin felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth. He glanced downwards and saw her long eyelashes above her closed eyes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him.

More than half of his cock was inside her mouth, Sachin could feel drips of saliva were falling from her mouth; he could feel her cavity scratching his knob. With her closed eyes, Ashmita was not only enjoying her sucking of the cock but simultaneously she was masturbating his cock slowly and he felt the movement of his body. She smiled with an apprehension that the fellow will rise now. Sachin had never felt such type of sensation ever in his life; this woman would definitely kill him. He felt as if things were going out of his control.

He gasped and screamed, "Madam, leave me or I will ejaculate inside your mouth."

All of a sudden, Ashmita was shocked to hear the voice of Sachin, she opened her eyes with full alert and noticed it was not the khaki pants of Arjun but it was the grey pants of Sachin, she felt a jerk in her body and immediately withdrew her mouth from the cock. My God! She thought all along she was sucking the cock of Sachin and not the cock of Arjun. How could she be so careless? She cursed herself for not seeing above who he was. Now, Sachin also came to know that Madam had already discovered about him and he was very confused as still, she was lying on his lap although she had withdrawn her mouth from his cock.

"What!" Her voice was almost gravelly, "Where is Arjun?"

"I don't know, Madam. Most probably he must be outside sleeping inside the Rickshaw as he was also drunk. I was a little drunk and was taking a rest on the trunk of the tree and woke up after feeling your touch, "he clarified in a soft voice to make his position clear before her as if he had no role to play in this whole episode.

The moment went longer than it should have been, and her face smoldered as she realized Sachin was enjoying the glimpse of her pussy.Immediately, she pulled on her panties and her skirt flopped back down to cover her pussy, and she buttoned up her chest portion which snapped back into place to cover most of her tit. She rolled on from his lap and stood up. Without turning her face and without saying anything, she stood near the tree and looked outside above the shrubs and long grasses.

Ashmita was standing and looking for Arjun. Where was the bastard? Because of him only she was put in an embarrassing situation. She was feeling very shy and ashamed of herself. She was in dilemma about what to do next as she could not eye Sachin directly now as she was sucking his cock a few moments before. She could feel the texture of Sachin's cock which was also thick and long like Arjun's cock. She felt the wetness between her legs and felt horny again. Then she thought both of them were alone there, could she seduce Sachin? Then she heard footsteps behind her. Sachin was very close to her even she could feel his hot breaths on her shoulder.

She heard his voice, "Madam, I feel very sorry. It all happened due to misunderstanding."

She turned her face towards him and said, "Yes, I agree with you, it was a misunderstanding. Forget everything that happened between you and me and don't tell Arjun about all this."

"Sure, Madam," he replied softly.

Then she smiled at him saucily, "Sachin, Where do you live?"

"Madam, in a slum at Dharavi area, "he felt a relief that she had not seriously taken all the happenings.

Ashmita again smiled and stepped back. She pressed her buttocks against him and leaned back against his body, lifting her arms over his neck, tilting her head back. Sachin felt a rush of excitement. His erection strained at his pants. She writhed her buttocks against his and felt his hardness throbbing eagerly.

"Poor thing," she murmured. "Poor prisoner. Never mind. He'll soon have his freedom."

Without any delay, Sachin put his arms around her and squeezed her breasts. He unbuttoned her chest portion and slid his hands under her dress, over the heavy mounds. Ashmita closed her eyes and murmured softly, writhing erotically against him. He pulled the cups of her bra up, fondling her heavy, wonderful breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. He lifted the hem of her lower dress up to her waist then slid his hand under her panties. She squirmed against him as he caressed her buttocks and thighs and cupped her cunt-mound, rubbing his fingers over the soft, downy hair of her pubis. Her hand slid up his thigh and she squeezed his penis through his trousers.

Ashmita turned around and arched her face to his, drawing his head down to hers. Her soft, moist lips flowered under his and her tongue slipped hungrily into his mouth, fencing against his own. Sachin's pulse raced with excitement. Ashmita opened the buttons of his shirt, slowly pulling it wide, her fingers caressing his chest. Sachin although black in color like a negro was an attractive man, with a firm, hard body, a deep chest, a flat belly, his torso strong and smooth, hairless.

The rich woman broke the kiss and smiled wantonly, dipping her head to kiss his chest, her tongue flickering over his small, hard nipple, sucking it gently.

"Nice," she said, "Very nice."

Her fingers crawled down his belly and she flipped open the button of his pants, slowly pulled down his fly. His pants puddled to his feet. Ashmita slithered down, kissing and licking his hard belly, to her knees before him. His erection strained at his tight briefs. She smiled and nuzzled his crotch. Sachin became tensed. Her fingers crawled up his thighs and slipped under his briefs, her fingertips tracing the contours of his shaft and balls. His cock was big and thick and long, rock-hard already. His balls were heavy and low.

"Sachin, let me finish my unfinished job," she smiled.

Ashmita pressed her lips to his cock-head through his briefs. Sachin felt the warmth of her mouth through the cloth.

"Mm, this is just getting better and better," she murmured with a smile.

Slowly, she rolled his briefs down, tugging them off his penis. His cock bounced out at her face, quivering, hard, thick, and swollen. It was nine inches long and correspondingly thick and uncircumcised. Ashmita's eyes danced with pleasure.

"My, my," she said. "What a beautiful cock."

She jerked it in her fist and, opening her mouth, swirled her tongue around the bulging knob in lightning, snake-like action. The man grunted sharply, hissing, his hard belly rippling inward. Ashmita smiled and tilted her eyes up to his face. He groaned, looking down at her. Her tongue snaked around the slimy cock-head again.

"C'mon! Suck it!" he gasped, tugging her head forward, pushing his crotch at her face.

Ashmita groaned softly and, opening her mouth, slipped her lips around his cock-head and shaft. The man gasped, arching his face, flexing his buttocks, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.

It was wonderfully warm and moist and her tongue worked his cock-head with a languid cunning that took his breath away. Slowly, she drew him deeper into her mouth, her face distending with its size, and began to suck. Sachin moaned in joy and pumped his hips back and forth at her face, rocking her head to and fro in his hands to suit his pleasure.

"Ohhhh uhhh yes! C'mon! Suck it! Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck yes... that's it! Suck it, baby! Suck my cock! Ohhh, uhhhh, yeh, uhhh, that's it...that's it, baby yes!"Sachin cried.

Ashmita sucked his cock harder and harder with steadily increasing pressure. The musky, tangy smell and odor of his cock and slimy jizz aroused her. Pre-cum gunk spurted into her mouth from the long slit in his cock-head. She sucked in delight and he moaned. She slid her hands up his strong thighs, her fingers and thumbs spread and cupped and squeezed his heavy balls. Encircling the base of his shaft in the web between her thumbs and forefingers, she took him deeper still into her mouth, sucking and licking lasciviously. He gasped, his loins blazing with lust-fire. She slid her hands around and squeezed his buttocks open, pressing her fingertip to his anus. The man gasped in delight. She sensed the imminence of his orgasm and stopped for a moment then again started sucking slowly, gently licking his cock-head, scraping her teeth along the length of his shaft.

"You don't want to cream in my face, do you?" she murmured.

He looked down at her, the indecision visible on his face. The temptation was overwhelming and yet, and yet he didn't want to miss fucking her cunt... or her ass... he would ask her that, too... Sachin smiled.

"Don't worry," she said softly, "I like it when a guy cums in my mouth. And I'll get your cock up again so you can fuck my slit."

He still wasn't convinced. She grinned, "Don't believe me? I will show you, but before that why don't we have a cup of wine each? I could know that the effect of your wine is very strong and the slight intoxication would enhance our pleasure double."

"Sure," Sachin said with pleasure.

Immediately he rushed and prepared two cups for each and they gulped down. After 5 minutes, the wine had started its effect on them. The effect was astounding, her head jerked back as though pulled by an invisible string, her mouth flew open, her eyes went glassy with lust, her breasts swelled visibly, her nipples shuddering erect, her belly rippling inward. Her hips and groin lurched as though she was fucking. She squeezed her breasts in frenzy and jammed a hand into her crotch, masturbating wildly. An orgasm shook her body. Sachin stared in awe.

The effect of wine also shot into his head and blood and instantly powered its way through his system. The man gasped. It felt like he had been hit by a heavy electric charge. His body tensed, his muscles corded and popped, rippling downward through his body like little serpents under his skin. His diaphragm heaved up, forcing the breath from his throat.

His skin seemed to tighten over his flesh. His cock felt enormously hard and big, hotter and thicker and longer than he had ever known it. His balls surged with jizz and the heat in his groin was unbearable. He gasped, rocking on his feet, and jerked her head back into his crotch. She moaned and took his cock deep in her mouth and sucked it furiously, rocking her head back and forth, sucking sharply, letting go, sucking harder and harder, whipping her tongue at his cock-head.

"Ohhhh, uh, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, yes!" the man gasped, "C'mon! C'mon rich whore! Suck it! Suck my dick, bitch! Take it! Suck harder, cunt!"

Ashmita whimpered and found him that he was in his most elemental, animal, primal state. The change in his language reflected it; for he was no longer reticent about using the coarse obscenities she so loved to hear.

She said, "Henceforth, don't address me as 'madam'. You can call me by my name Ash but during fucking call me all types of obscenities like 'whore',' bitch','cunt'and any others whatever you wish."

She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat and sucked harder and harder. The man gasped and lost control. The heat surged from his balls and out of his cock. He groaned in relief. Ashmita moaned in joy, jerking his cock and opening her mouth wide under it so that he could see his jizz spuming into her mouth and down her throat. The load was prodigious and it filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin and cheeks spattered her face, neck, and breasts. Swallowing the jizz, she kept jerking his cock, licking it slowly as the flood sputtered out.

"Mm," she said, smiling lasciviously up at him, her eyes glassy, "That was lovely."

"Fuck, It's great," he gasped.

She took his cock in her mouth again. The man gasped in shock and wonder at the realization that his erection had not waned at all, that his balls still surged with a full load of gunk. After 5 minutes of her sucking, he felt immensely powerful and strong, fully in control. His cock was hard and throbbing and he felt he could fuck her endlessly without coming. He pushed her head away.

"Come here you," she muttered, going down on her back on the folded tarpaulin and tugging his hand, "Fuck me!"

Sachin was mesmerized by this rich whore. She was lovely, earthy, sensual, and erotic beyond belief. Her face was radiant with excitement, the nostrils flared, her little nose-stud winking, her full lips parted, her eyes glassy. Her large breasts were swollen turgid and her nipples were stiff and nut-hard, the aureoles puckered sexily. He bent his head and drew one breast into his mouth, sucked it tenderly, whipped the nipple's hardpoint with his tongue, scraped it across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth. Ashmita moaned, her body writhing with lust. He squeezed her other breast. Her legs forked open. Her body burned with excitement. She loved this, it was too sexy for words: Fucking in an abandoned place, hidden amongst shrubs, surrounded by a silent atmosphere, no walls to hold them in, the rough tarpaulin under the naked back, the man with her, a stranger an hour ago, now exploring the innermost recesses of her body. She felt like a whore, and she loved it.

"Yes," she moaned as he moved to her other breast. "Oh god yes! Suck my tits hard! Ahhhhh uhh yes! Ohhh that's it... yes!"

The man moved to her other breast and worked it with his lips and teeth and tongue. She shuddered and writhed under him. It felt wonderful. Ribbons of pleasure leaped from her breast-tips and loin and crackled through her body like liquid fire. He squeezed her breasts together and took both nipples in his lips and whipped them with his tongue, flicking the hard stubs back and forth.

She gasped and moaned, her head rolling languorously from side to side as she mouthed erotic obscenities.

"Ohhhhh, uhhhh, yes... ohh fuck yes... ohhh that's good... suck harder! Ahuhhhh, yes! Oh maa, uhhhh, ahhhh, yes, that's it oh god yes!" she screamed.

The man let her breasts go slowly and slid downward. Ashmita whimpered. He dragged his tongue over her belly, swirled it through her navel, and went lower.

"Oh fuck... yes... do it!" she gasped, lifting her hips erotically to his face as he nuzzled her crotch.

She parted her legs wide and, reaching down, clawed her cunt-lips open for him. Her cunt was wet and open and he could see the moist pink flesh and the delicate stem of her clitoris. He thrust his face into her crotch.

"Ohhhhuhhh, yes! Oh maa, uhhhh, yes!"Ashmita gasped, her body arching on the tarpaulin, her fingers twining in his hair.

Sachin, the poor Rickshaw driver's tongue was thick and heavy and long. It jabbed deep into her cunt, swirled through the wet flesh, lapping at her flowing juices, whipped her gorged, stiff clitoris, and rippled up and down and in and out. Ashmita's hips heaved and writhed, bucked up and down. Twining her fingers in his hair, she moved his head around in her thighs to suit her pleasure. She moaned and whimpered ecstatically, her head flipping from side to side, a vision of lust with her eyes half-closed, her mouth open. Her body rocked on the hard floor with rhythmic little jerks, as though she was being fucked.

Her breasts jumped and jiggled, and her gold chain and mangal sutra tossed and danced on her skin. Her body glistened with sweat. She slid her hands up her body, lifting her breasts, squeezing them erotically, pinching the nipples in her long fingertips. Her cries rang in his ears, exciting him further. He stabbed a long finger into her cunt and began masturbating her rapidly, rocking his arm to and fro vigorously. Ashmita cried out, her back bowing steeply, her hips crashing up and down, her head flipping wildly from side to side. Her cunt was hot and tight and it convulsed greedily on his finger. He twisted his finger around in her cunt, pressed his knuckle to the hard stem of her clitoris, curled his finger into a hook, and flicked it hard. Ashmita cried out, crushing her breasts in frenzied delight. Meanwhile, his tongue continued lapping at her streaming juices.

"Ohhhh, Uhhh, Ohhh, Uhhhh!" she cried.

He jabbed a second finger in and masturbated her even more rapidly. Her body whipped frenetically on the floor, her hips crashing up and down. Sachin's biceps flexed and unflexed as he rocked his arm back and forth and from side to side. Without pausing in his masturbation of her, he shuffled around on his knees and straddled her face. Beneath him, Ashmita moaned, her mouth already open in avid expectation. He lowered his hips over her face and grunted softly as her lips encased his cock. He began fucking her mouth in the sixty-nine, his hips rising and falling in a measured rhythm over her face while he finger- and tongue-fucked her simultaneously. Her cunt was sodden, streaming with juices. He lapped them greedily; they tasted wonderful, warm and sticky and musky, with a heady erotic smell that made his head swim. He ran his tongue into her slit for more, found her clitoris, and tortured it.​