Avinash and Anuja dined early and at leisure, taking their time over the fine
meal. Anuja ate sparingly, ordering a clear soup and a small baked dish which she
didn't finish. Avinash had arranged for Salman, the lifeguard, to call after
dinner and she didn't want to be lethargic with a belly full of food. He was a
sexy, exciting man and she expected to have plenty of good, hard sex with him.

"Didn't you enjoy the meal?" Avinash asked, pointing his fork to her half-eaten
serving.

"It was very good. I just don't want to over-eat, that's all."

"Salman?"

"Yes."

"Here, I'll finish it."

Anuja smiled gently as she watched him add her meal to his. He had worked his way
steadily through a grilled steak and a mountain of vegetables and fries.

"Where on earth do you put all that food?" she murmured.

He grinned. "I enjoy a good meal."

She laughed prettily, her eyes dancing. Avinash cleared his plate and took a sip
of his wine. Anuja sipped her club-soda and smiled at him over the rim of her
glass.

"Here's to us," she said softly.

He arched an eyebrow. "To us? Very well, if you say so."

"Any reason not to?"

He tilted his head and looked at her with a bemused expression. "You know, I
can't decide whether this is a game you're playing, or if you're just crazy."

She smiled again. "It's not a game. I can't be unhappy for any length of time.
It's not me."

"I see. And this despite what you've gone through?"

"And what is it I've gone through? On my honeymoon, I find my husband doesn't
want to fuck me. He prefers to watch me fuck other men. All right. So be it.
Fortunately, I enjoy fucking. It isn't all that bad."

"No?"

"No. Besides, I enjoy being fucked so much I wouldn't have been a faithful wife
anyway. This is much better, in a sense."

"That's pretty cold-blooded."

"The situation demands it, don't you think?"

"I agree. Dessert? Coffee?"

"Coffee, please."

Avinash summoned a waiter and ordered coffee, a cognac for himself, cheese and
biscuits for both.

"You actually look happy," he smiled.

"I am. I like this hotel. I like the sex I've had today. I'll have more tonight
and tomorrow. And the only price is that in public places I have to look happy.
That's not a problem. We have a deal, remember?"

Over coffee, the conversation moved to other topics. Anuja found him intelligent
and well-informed; he thought her ideas were fresh and provocative. They finished
the coffee and left the restaurant, his arm around her waist, very much the
honeymooning couple, very much in love, the cynosure of all eyes. They walked
slowly around the glittering pool and returned to their suite. He opened the door
and followed her through. Inside, she turned and stopped him. Facing him, she
slid her arms around his shoulders and lifted her face to his. Avinash tensed.
Anuja smiled gently.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to rape you. Or ask you to rape me."

He relaxed visibly.

She laughed. "All I'm saying, Avinash, is that one day, I will make you want me.
I will make you want my body and my soul and my being. And then we'll fuck. We'll
fuck and fuck and fuck till we can't fuck any more. One day."

He looked at her quietly and she noticed that he didn't deny what she said. She
smiled.

"Till then, my husband, just this." And she kissed him gently on the lips.

Avinash didn't respond. After a second, she let him go with a small laugh.

"All right, take your time," she murmured. "Meanwhile, I'm going to get myself
laid by a stud. Come and watch."

She pranced off to the bedroom and he followed. She shook her head, turning, and
shooed him out of the room. "Outside. In the hall. Rig up your cameras there. Not
in here. We'll fuck outside. Oh, yes. Do you have a cod-piece? Something in black
leather?"

Avinash grinned. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Well, a sort of jock-strap thing in black leather, but with a sheath for his
cock in front."

"I have just the thing."

"Good. Get it. We'll be using it. Now get out, I want to change."

Avinash grinned and turned back to the living area. Humming to himself, he set up
his cameras and lights, working steadily and methodically for over twenty
minutes. He had just finished when there was a knock on the door. He answered it
and let Salman in. The lifeguard was casually dressed in a singlet and shorts
with comfortable beach sandals. He greeted Avinash warmly.

"Hello, sir, nice to see you again."

"Good to see you, too, Salman."

"This one is special, eh? Not like last time."

"No. Not like last time."

On his previous visit, Avinash had brought Nimisha down to Goa while her husband
was abroad on work. They had stayed for three days and he had some incredible
footage of her in action.

"Your wife, right?"

"Yes. My wife. This is our honeymoon."

Salman guffawed. "Nothing changes, does it?"

Avinash laughed. "No. Actually, the more it changes, the more it remains the
same."

"Guess so. Okay, so where is she?"

"Changing. It's going to be in here."

"Nice. I see you've got your gear this time, too."

"I never leave home without it."

"I know. Anything in particular you want me to do to her?"

Avinash shook his head. "No. Just enjoy yourself. Do what you like."

"She likes butt-fucks?"

"Loves them, apparently."

"Good. She's got a very fuckable ass."

"Fuck it, then, by all means."

"I intend to, boss, don't worry. Just keep your cameras rolling."

"Don't you worry about that. Oh, any yes. She wants you to wear this."

Salman chuckled as he took the leather underpiece that Avinash handed him. "Horny
chick."

"Very horny. Very, very horny. And don't put it on just yet."

The men turned and gasped.

Anuja looked stunning.

Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her bridal jewellery. Her long
hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece. Twin
patterned gold strands with dainty tassels curved down along her hairline and
disappeared behind her ears. A third strand swept up from the centre of her
forehead and through the parting in her hair, meeting the others under her long
braid. The three strands then twined with her thick plait. A *bindi* dotted her
forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with *kajal*. Gold earrings hung from her
earlobes. Around her neck, she wore several gold necklaces of different lengths,
ranging from a short loop that hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick
strand that touched her belly below her navel. Her arms were bare, and she wore
twin gold bands on either arm, the ends snaking upward in a little curve. Several
gold bracelets and bands adorned her wrists. Her fingers were studded with gold
and diamond finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of
finger-rings linked together with gold strands that lay along the back of her
wrists. Her toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets hung around her ankles.
Around her bare midriff, there was a gold girdle, riding high on her hips and low
under her belly and above her buttocks.

The jewellery was the major part of her attire. Her breasts were covered with a
thin, taut band of twisted cloth, wrapped around and tied behind her back,
leaving her shoulders bare. The cloth was tight and translucent; her breasts
strained at it, squeezed together in a deep and sexy cleavage, but clearly
visible. Even the hard points of her nipples were discernible. Slung low under
her belly, precariously close to her crotch, she wore *dhoti* pants of the
finest, totally transparent pale chiffon. The pant legs had long slits from ankle
to waistband on the outside. The inner legs were similarly cut up to the crotch,
so that both her cunt and ass were easily accessible. The pants were wound so
close down her legs that every line and curve was visible; even the dark delta of
her cunt. A single strand descended from the middle of the girdle and disappeared
down the line of her cunt-lips and rose between her buttocks to rejoin the girdle
in her back.

She stood framed in the door from the bedroom, her arms outstretched, her hands
on the door frame at her shoulders, her ankles crossed. Her body was curved like
an hourglass, curving from the succulent swell of her breasts to her narrow waist
and flat belly and flaring to her rounded hips and buttocks.

"My god," Avinash breathed, awed.

Anuja smiled and walked across the room to them, sexy, earthy, irresistible. Her
skin glowed; the delicate birth-marks on her face and neck, the inside of her
left breast and on her midriff just above the girdle made her look even sexier.

"You should get going," she murmured to Avinash as she turned to Salman.

Avinash hurried to his equipment. Anuja smiled at Salman and took the leather
cod-piece from him.

"You won't need this immediately. Use it later, when you fuck me."

Salman stared at her breathlessly. He had never seen a woman so gorgeous, so
utterly sexy. She was a fantasy come to life.

Anuja looked at Salman, holding his eyes and felt the first frisson of excitement
ripple through her body. The man was superbly built, very sexy. He was rugged and
handsome, with clean-shaven, aquiline features. He had sharp, piercing, deep-set
eyes, a knife-blade nose, slender lips that were almost cruel in their line, and
a rock-hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin. His cheeks had sexy hollows in
them and his hair was thick and cropped short. His body was superbly sculpted.
The neck was strong and hard and descended to broad shoulders that bulged with
muscle. His arms and legs were strong, rippling with thick, long, smoothly curved
muscles. His torso was a savagely slashing V, tapering from his broad shoulders
to a ballet dancer's high hips and narrow waist. The belly was flat as a
washboard. His chest was deeply cleaved, with thick pectorals that hung like
slabs of granite. His shorts were tight and she noticed again the thick,
promising bulge in his crotch. The singlet he wore had a low neck and wide arm
holes and Anuja noticed with a rush of pleasure that his body was glabrous and
smooth, with even the armpits depilated. She didn't like hairy men. As she often
said, who wants to fuck an ape?

"Take off your vest," she murmured. "Slowly."

Salman grinned and, crossing his arms, slowly lifted the singlet off his head.
Anuja moistened her lips. He really was an immense turn-on. His nipples were
small and hard and dark, pulled wide and low on either side of his chest. She
smiled and slid her hands up his body gently, caressing the contours of his body
with her fingertips, tilting her face to his. He bent his head and their lips
met, fluttered, hesitated, then opened sensuously and she pressed to him, her
jewelry cold and hard between their bodies, exciting rough on his dark skin. He
cupped her face as he kissed her, their tongue fencing erotically. Her mouth was
warm and soft and her tongue probed in his mouth. He slid his hands down to her
shoulders and then lower, caressing her back, her hips, her buttocks, her thighs,
rising with tantalising slowness to her breasts. Anuja murmured as he cupped her
breasts. They swelled and grew harder and heavier and her nipples stiffened in
the taut cloth band and he flicked the hard stubs through the cloth.

Anuja's lips parted reluctantly from his. Her eyes were bright with desire, her
mouth open, her breathing shallow and rapid, the nostrils flared. With a soft
moan, she dragged her lips and tongue down his face and neck to his chest.
Bending her head, she ran her tongue across his chest, lapping gently at the deep
cleft in the centre, then gliding sensuously over the swell and down to one
nipple, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Salman grunted.

His nipple stiffened and she rapped it rapidly, then opened her mouth and clamped
her lips around the nipple and dark aureole and nibbled sharply. Salman gasped.
It felt wonderful. Her shapely fingers crawled across and she scraped his other
nipple with her sharp fingernails. Salman quivered in pleasure. Her mouth was
soft and moist and her tongue worked his nipple steadily while her teeth scraped
across its hardness. She moved to the other slowly, then returned to the first,
then the second. It was slow, exquisite, agonising. His cock quivered and began
to swell. Her fingers crept down his belly and into his crotch and she squeezed
the bulge of his penis through his shorts.

Salman pushed her down gently and Anuja sank to her knees before him. He looked
down at her, his eyes glittering with excitement, his muscles corded with tension
and pleasure, breathing heavily. She smiled gently and, her eyes tilted up to
watch his expression, opened her mouth and took the tip of his penis in her lips
through his shorts. Salman moaned softly. He could feel the heat of her mouth,
the muffled softness of her tongue. Reaching up, she drew down the zipper fly of
his shorts slowly. His circumcised penis bounced out, already hardening and she
moaned it pleasure. It was magnificent. Already over eight inches long, an inch
and a half thick, it was growing still, hardening, rising, lengthening,
thickening. The balls were low and heavy. The cock-shaft was shaved clean and
smooth to the hilt. The circumcised cock-head bobbed against her face. Her breath
was hot on his penis as she cradled it in her hands and caressed her face with
it, running it sexily over her lips and cheeks and eyes. Slowly, she slid her
tongue out and ran it over his cock-head. Salman gasped softly, his belly
rippling inward.

"Oh fuck yes!" he murmured. "C'mon! Suck it!"

Anuja resisted the temptation for a few seconds, plying the bulging cock-head
with her tongue. Salman held still, his pulse quickening, his breathing shorter
and sharper. At last, her lips flowered and slipped around his cock-head and part
of his shaft, enveloping his erection in her warm, moist, soft mouth.

"Oh fuck yes!" Salman gasped, his head bent, his mouth open. "Oh fuck yes, c'mon,
suck it! Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh ... fuck yes, that's it! Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... suck
my dick, baby ... do it! Ohhhhh uhhhh yes!"

His words of excitement and the tangy taste and musky odour of his penis aroused
Anuja. She sucked his cock slowly and deeply and heavily, her head moving back
and forth and from side to side. Her tongue continued describing wonderfully
erotic arcs around his thick cock-head. His cock oozed pre-cum gunk and she
groaned, jerking his shaft, opening her mouth wide to let him see it fleck her
lips and cheeks, dribble onto her tongue. Her eyes lifted to watch him, she ran
her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft to his heavy balls and, opening
her mouth, let his testicles drop into it one by one, flicking them with her
tongue, sucking tenderly. It was an exquisite feeling, having her soft face
burrow between his thighs, her warm mouth teasing his balls.

"Fuck yes!" Salman grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"

Anuja smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head. She went higher,
kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his hollow navel and caressed his cock
with her necklaces. Salman groaned at the delicate rough rasp of the precious
metal on his penis. She bent his cock down and squeezed it into her deep and
inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and crushing them in a tight
sheath over his cock. Slowly, she masturbated him with her breasts, her tongue
and lips on his belly, her necklaces rasping over his cock-shaft. It was an
extraordinary, erotic feeling and Salman's loins grew hot with lust. He pushed
her head back down to his cock.

"C'mon ... suck it hard, babe ... suck my dick real nice and deep!"

Anuja groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now fully nine
inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth. Salman gasped and began to
fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in his
hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in
and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips. His
penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Anuja kept working the cock-head
cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit in its tip with her tongue. Salman
gasped his joy.

"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, baby ... suck me!
Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh
fuck yes!"

She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth
between his thighs. The swimming pool lifeguard gasped and moaned, his body
shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro. The fires in his
loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.

Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it
when guys do that."

For a second, Salman was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head
away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in
control. His breathing steadied.

"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."

He drew her to her feet and Anuja turned around, her back to him. He flicked open
the knot in the middle of her back that held the cloth band. It unravelled and he
drew it off slowly, scraping it over her nipples. She shuddered and leaned back
against him. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing
and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly. She closed her eyes and leaned her
head on his shoulder. Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He
ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed
erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid
his shorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them
aside.

Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in
and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands
behind her back, she caressed his penis tenderly. Salman twined his fingers in
her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Anuja shivered as the hard metal
rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.

"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Salman, fuck me."

There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around
a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her. Salman turned her around and
she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked
back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him
wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.

Salman smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. He slid his hands up her body
and kneaded her breasts gently. Anuja writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy
mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them. Gently, he caressed
her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Salman dragged
his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole.
Anuja gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head. Her nipple was
stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with
his fingertip. Anuja writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into
his mouth and sucked it tenderly, scraping her nipple across his gums and teeth,
rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Anuja gasped and moaned, her
hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the
other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell
on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped through
her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts
together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously. Anuja cried out, arching and
writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal
of her jewelry scraped across her aching nipples.

"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Salman yes oh god yes!" she gasped.

Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower. His tongue rippled down her
flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside
and outside her *dhoti* pants, her cunt was completely exposed. Salman quickened
in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the
girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and
disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks. It was an extraordinarily
sexy sight. Anuja's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips
open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch,
the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on
her fingers.

Salman pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was
sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed
his lust.

Anuja gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling
her cunt-lips wider still.

"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Salman, c'mon, do it!"

Salman curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet
slit. Anuja gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her
breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. Her hips bucked and writhed under
his face. Salman swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savouring her streaming
cunt-juices. Anuja gasped and moaned her pleasure. He parted her cunt-lips wider
and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her clitoris with his tongue rapidly. Anuja
hissed in pleasure, arching steeply. Salman slowed and, using his tongue, pushed
the gold chain deeper into her slit, scraping it delicately over her clitoris.
Anuja cried out in pleasure, her hands mauling her swollen breasts, her head
flung back, jerking erotically from side to side. The feeling was exquisite; his
hot breath, his thick, heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Anuja's
body flamed with desire.

"Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh god oh god oh
god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!" she cried, writhing and
thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.

Salman pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked them onto the
armchair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table, her feet pressed to the
padded armrests. Slowly, levering herself against the heavy seating, she lifted
her hips higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Her
buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the position, for she now had her
hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the table. The gold chain was crushed
between her buttocks. Quickly, she pushed her hands under her hips, supporting
her weight, and relaxed her buttocks. They lobed open, unflexing slowly. Her cunt
was on level with his face now. Salman chuckled and slowly ground a thick finger
into her wet slit. Her cunt channel was hot and tight and, as it convulsed on his
probing finger, she gasped loudly. Salman shoved his tongue back into her cunt,
now finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously.

"Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh oh ma uhh oh
ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Anuja cried.

Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes closed, her mouth
open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips writhed and swayed and undulated
in the upthrust position. Her breasts wobbled and shook sexily with her
movements. Salman ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, flicked her
clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and that inside her
frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch and volume. She soared up to
the brink of a violent orgasm, gasping and crying out.

Timing it to perfection, Salman stopped, sliding his finger out of her slit,
lifting his head. Anuja gasped in dismay and shock, moaning angrily.

"For god's sake, Salman! Don't stop! Not now!"

He chuckled and rose, denying her. Anuja moaned, her body sinking back onto the
glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt feverishly. Quickly, Salman
turned and straddled her face. She groaned, opening her mouth gratefully, and
took his cock deep into her mouth. Salman grunted in pleasure and, bending over
her body, pushed his face into her crotch again. Her breasts were hot and fleshy
against his thighs; her jewelry rasped sexily between their bodies. Anuja groaned
deep in her cock-filled throat as he lapped gently at her flowing cunt-juices
again. She sucked his cock slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up
and down over her face. His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her
luscious lips. Her teeth scraped delicately over his shaft. He flicked her
clitoris delicately with his tongue and fingertip. She groaned, her hips writhing
under his face, and ran her tongue around his cock-head, sucking it insistently,
scraping her teeth along the hard shaft. They writhed together on the
coffee-table, devouring each other, prolonging the pleasure.

When he stopped again, Anuja felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust and desire.
Salman rolled smoothly off her body and quickly returned to the other end of the
table, kneeling between her spread thighs. Anuja moaned softly, her bejeweled
fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, moving the gold chain aside.

"C'mon ... shove it in, Salman ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard, lover! I want
your cock in my cunt!"

Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him intensely. His
eyes lingered on her spreadeagled body, wantonly offered for his pleasure. Her
chest heaved with excitement. Her breasts were squeezed between her outstretched
arms, luscious and tempting. Her jeweled fingers clawed her cunt-lips open,
revealing the moist flesh within. Her legs were stretched apart in a wide V, her
feet still on the chair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table.

Salman's pulse raced with pleasure. He prised her cunt-lips open with his thumbs
and pressed his cock-head to her slit. Anuja bit her lower lip in tension; she
could feel the searing heat of his cock at her cunt. She fondled his shaft and
cock-head lovingly.

"C'mon," she muttered. "Do it! Fuck me, lover!"

Salman took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks slowly, slid his hips
forward. His huge penis surged into her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips wide open.
He gasped loudly as he entered her hot, wet, tight fissure. Her cunt convulsed
frantically on his penetrating cock. The breath hissed from her throat. Her mouth
tore open. Her body bowed, and her head arched back. Her hands flew to her
breasts, lifting and squeezing them hard, her fingers pinching her nipples. His
cock was magnificent, rock-hard, enormously thick and long; it went in and in and
in, piercing her cunt deeply, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Ohhhh god yes, Salman, yes! Ohhhhh uhhh yes!
Do it! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my cunt! C'mon Ohhhhhh yes! That's it! Oh ma uhhhh
yes! Oh yes!"

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

He began fucking her heavily and deeply and slowly, his head arched back, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking back and forth, sliding to and
fro in a deep, piercing, mesmerisingly steady rhythm. His cock ground in and out
of her cunt, sliding outward, then grinding deep into her cunt again. Anuja
gasped and moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her hands on her breasts,
her hips writhing and heaving. Salman gripped her thighs, lifting them higher and
wider as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could.

Her cunt was incredible: Hot, tight, wet, it convulsed and contracted fiercely on
his throbbing penis, seeming to draw him deeper and deeper into its vortex. The
gold chain rasped against his thick, rough-skinned cock-shaft as it stroked in
and out of her slit. Gasping and grunting, the lifeguard began moving faster. His
hips swung back and forth in longer, deeper, quicker strokes, and his cock
pistoned smoothly in and out of her cunt. Anuja moaned and writhed, her body
lurching and rocking under his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing heavily.

"Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhhh uhh *hanh* yes oh yes oh god yes Salman
yes oh god Salman! Ohhh uhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh SUHHHHL-MA ... uhhhh AHHHHHHHHHN uhhhhhh
OHHHHHH!"

"Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah oh yeh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh ohhhh!" he cried,
panting heavily, rocking his hips back and forth faster and faster.

Now he put his hands on the base of her belly, pulling her cunt-lips wide open
and, gritting his teeth, grimacing, biting his lower lip in tension as the heat
built and surged and spread in his loins, he began ramming and reaming greedily
into her cunt. Each thrust drew a broken, shuddering gasp from her throat.
Anuja's body whipped and writhed on the table, her jewelry tinkling, the metal
glinting and winking, slithering this way and that on her tawny skin. Hissing in
pleasure, he slowed again, now swirling his hips as he thrust into her so that
his cunt entered her from all angles.

"OHH uhhh OHHH!" she gasped deliriously, her head flipping from side to side. "Oh
fuck yes! Oh baby yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Salman! Oh god yes!"

"Ahhhh uhhh Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes!" he moaned.

"The sheath," she gasped, sensing the imminence of his orgasm. "Put it on!
Quickly!"

With a shuddering groan, slid out of her cunt. She gasped at the sudden release
in pressure. He grabbed the black leather cod-piece and struggled into it. A
thick black strap circled his lean hips and narrow waist. Twin thongs descended
from the girdle and supported a black latex sheath for his cock. He slid his
penis into it. It was a snug, perfect fit. His cock-head popped out of the
aperture in the tip. The shaft length of the sheath had short flexible spikes,
thick round studs and knobs and a cleverly designed free-form lattice of
intersecting ribs that were thick and long. Putting it on, he felt his erection
harden and, simultaneously, the ebbing of his orgasm. He grinned in delight.

Craning her head, Anuja stared at his armoured penis and moaned thickly.

"God, I want that in my cunt!" she muttered. "C'mon, Salman, fuck me!"

Grinning, Salman bent over her between her spread thighs and gripped the sides of
the table, his knees deeply bent. His cock-head probed at her cunt. She guided
his penis to her orifice. He grunted and, flexing his buttocks slowly, ground
down deep into her flesh, driving inexorably inwards.

The breath rattled from her throat. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp, her
head arching back, her back bowing steeply. The spikes bent as they pierced
through her cunt-lips, scraping delightfully through her quivering cunt-flesh.
The hard knobs and studs and ribs mashed her gorged clitoris. The pleasure was
intense, unbearable. Her hips jerked and lurched up to his and she dug her
fingers into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. He winced as her
fingernails broke his skin and pushed deeper still.

"OHHHHHUHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and ragged, her chest
heaving, her face a vision of lust. "Oh ma uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her cunt convulsed on his penis. Salman gasped: He could feel the heat of her
cunt through the fine latex sheath. He bent deeply forward, his powerful deltoid
muscles rippling, his arms bending, his biceps and triceps flexed taut, and
kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. His buttocks were
flexed taut, his hips pressed down between her thighs, his cock embedded in her
flesh. Anuja moaned and sucked eagerly on his tongue, her fingers caressing his
hard body.

"You're incredible," he murmured, kissing her eyes tenderly.

"So are you," she smiled, tonguing his ear, her hips squirming beneath his. "Come
on ... now fuck me!"

Salman eased the strenuous position by spreading his legs and dropping his hands
to the floor. Now his body was angled over hers, balanced on the balls of his
feet and his hands, his arms outstretched. Anuja craned her head and sucked on
one nipple, running her tongue lasciviously over the hard stub. Salman began to
fuck her slowly and heavily, in total control. His lifted his hips, unflexing his
buttocks, drawing his cock outward. She groaned and her head flopped back, her
face arching, soft and lovely with pleasure. He paused and then slowly ground
down deep into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed on his penis. She gasped, arching
her hips greedily to his, her hands clenching his thickly padded shoulder
muscles, sliding down his bulging biceps to his forearms.

"Mm ... ohhhhh yes!" she gasped, as the sheathed cock crushed into her flesh
again, the spikes and knobs and studs on the surface mashing her gorged clitoris.
"Ohhhh yes, baby yes! Fuck me!"

Buried deep in her cunt, Salman paused, his buttocks flexed taut, and swung his
hips in slow, smooth arcs. Beneath him, Anuja hissed in pleasure, her mouth
opening wide, her tongue swivelling across her upper lip.

"Ohhh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god that's so good yes!"

He slid out, paused, ground down and into her; paused, swirled his hips, paused,
slid out ... Anuja was ecstatic. The pleasure was keen and sharp, delicately
balanced so that she was just out of reach of her orgasm. The man was a masterful
lover. He maintained the complex rhythm, fucking her entirely for her pleasure,
prolonging the agonising joy, keeping her maddeningly close to the final release.
He grinned down at her, enjoying the spasms of pleasure on her face and, bending,
lapped gently at one upthrust breast, then the other, sucking tenderly on the
luscious mounds. Anuja gasped and moaned, kissing him feverishly, tonguing his
ear.

"Please," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore, Salman! Do it!"

He relented and steadied his rhythm to a straight up-and-down, in-and-out motion,
his powerful muscles rippling smoothly, taking the strain without effort.  His
taut buttocks flexed and unflexed, and his hips swung rhythmically up and down.
His immense erection, in its black leather jacket drove steadily in and out of
her wet cunt, appearing and disappearing between her unfurled cunt-lips. Her
pubic hair was wet and sticky with her flowing cunt-juices. She moaned and cried
out, her body jerking and lurching under his thrusts, her hips rocking and
writhing and heaving, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing, her jewelry
slithering on her tawny skin. Her head rolled from side to side. She began to
sweat: Beads of perspiration dotted her upper lip and brow; strands of hair clung
damply to the nape of her neck; a thin rivulet of sweat coursed between her
breasts; another trickled down her belly and met her flowing cunt-juices in a
mucilaginous confluence.

He began to move faster and she gasped and cried out, lurching and jerking in a
frenzy under him. He was utterly relentless and kept moving, his body rocking and
jerking up and down, his hips swinging back and forth, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his cock grinding in and out of her slit. He, too, was perspiring now,
and their bodies squelched and slapped wetly together.

"Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhhhhh
uhhh ohhhhhh uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhuhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she
cried.

"Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah yes ah yes oh yes oh fuck yes
oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohfuckOHHHHH!" he cried, his head arching back.

He drove into her and paused, buried deep in her slit. She gasped, perplexed, her
body writhing under his, taken unawares by the sudden change in tempo. Suddenly
and without warning, he lifted his hips high and then rammed hard into her cunt
and began fucking her furiously. His hips rocked savagely up and down, snapping
from the waist, his buttocks opening and closing alternately in a feverish
rhythm, his cock plunging and pistoning and ramming and reaming frantically in
and out of her cunt.

"OHMAUHHHHAHHHUHHHHOHSUHHHHLMAHHHHHHNUHHH UHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Anuja cried out thinly, her body rocking and jerking violently under him, her
hips bucking and heaving, crashing against his loins, her cunt convulsing and
spasming uncontrollably on his throbbing penis. Her orgasm loomed, getting closer
and closer and then she exploded, her back bowing and arching, sweat splintering
off their rocking bodies, her breasts thrust up, her mouth torn open in a loud
cry,  her face contorted in a savage rictus of lust, her hips jerked up to his,
her cunt convulsing frantically on his penis. Salman gasped and rammed his cock
into her repeatedly. Each thrust made her choke and gasp and cry out, sent her
body jerking and lurching, rolling her up on the small of her back, drawing out
the orgasm. He kept moving, ramming wildly into her, till he felt her orgasm
recede, the convulsions of her cunt diminishing in intensity and frequency.
Gradually, he slowed, fucking her gently with long, smooth thrusts that drew
small, broken moans of pure pleasure. Finally, he eased himself deep into her and
held still. She groaned and, opening her eyes, her chest heaving, smiled up at
him.