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Anal Punishment

Slavery to my husband has been wonderfully fulfilling to me in ways I never imagined. Feeling completely owned, completely devoted, completely possessed by him is a dream come true. Acts of discipline reinforce the relationship, and remind me of my subservient position in ways that make me feel excited, happy. Part of the reason for this is that my slavery is such an opposite experience to my outside life.

I am in management in the IT department of a large company, a professional with a number of direct reports. There, I must exercise my mind, wield control, make decisions and manage complex outcomes. Work can sometimes be stressful, and preoccupies my mind. It was this tendency of getting caught up in work that prompted a very practical lesson from Jason.

I was home late from work, for the third night in a row.

“Jason, I am sorry, but the server upgrades are going slower than planned and we have to set up the downtime for the weekend.”

Jason looked upset.

“Siobhan, I understand. I really do. And your financial contribution to our finances is great, and I support your work. But dear, you not only have a responsibility here at home, you have a –”

Cutting him short, I argued with what I knew he would say. “Yes, I know. I know. I am yours, I know this and I intend to fulfill my duties. But right now work is simply demanding, and you know how IT is.”

The argument went on a little further. Jason was entering one of his cool rages, and it testifies to how wrapped up in work I was that I missed the warning signs. But I did, and suddenly, without saying a word, he reached out, snapped a leash chain to my permanent slave collar, and started leading me upstairs.

“Jason, I am sorry. I didn’t mean disrespect… please… don’t punish me.” I knew by now I had overstepped and he was not pleased at all. I was his slave, and he was about to remind me of that fact.

When we reached our bedroom, he yanked the chain to the bed. He then turned me, pushed me onto the bed face down, and drew my wrists behind my back. Handcuffs snapped into place and I lay there, beginning to cry just a little but not moving. I knew that I needed to be very still and obey his every word at this point, if I was going to minimize his anger and the punishment.

Jason took hold of my skirt and pulled it down my legs with a single hard yank. The fabric tore as it went down, and the zipper scraped my thigh (leaving a long welt which I discovered later). I yelped more from surprise than pain but managed to stay still, laying on my stomach, with my legs over the edge of the bed.

My panties were yanked down next, and easily, leaving my ass exposed and just on the edge of the mattress. I was crying now, tears running down my cheeks and I buried my face in the blanket, unable to wipe them off.

I heard Jason remove his pants, and then his naked legs came between mine, spreading them. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled them wide apart. I realized with a twinge of panic what he was going to do.

“Please, please… Jason, don’t do this. You know how it hurts, I am sorry and will behave… please at least use lube…”

The tip of his cock pressed against my anus. I buried my head once more and concentrated on relaxing as best I could. It was hard, I was paniced and emotionally very upset. Pushing back on his cock as he pressed in, hard, I could feel it begin to penetrate my rectum… and then the pain started.

Jason’s cock isn’t huge, but it is pretty large, and gets very hard when he is aroused. He was impaling my ass without lube, and it was going to hurt. With a sudden, massive shove, his hips thrust and cock jammed into my anus, penetrating several inches. I cried out in pain, I felt like the senstive flesh was being ripped and torn, the muscles over stretched. I wriggled some, and he slapped my ass hard with his hand several times.

“Oh god oh god oh god...” I was whimpering, and then the second massive shove came. My scream was muffled from where my face was buried in the bedding, and I tried to struggle. He grabbed my handcuffed wrists and pulled on them, yanking my shoulders back painfully, raising my head out of the bed and shoving my ass back onto his huge cock.

My sphincter was completely convulsing around him, trying to expel him with no success. He withdrew a few inches, and then shoved again, this time pulling back on my arms hard at the same time. He impaled me even further, and I grunted and then cried out again from the pain. I was certain I was bleeding now. I was bent back from where he had hold of my wrists and arms, my breasts were actually raising up off the bed.

He let go of my wrists, and instead grabbed my long hair and pulled my head back all the way. I found myself looking at the bedroom wall and ceiling, and feeling like my scalp was being removed – a burning sensation that made me sob and plead once again.

“Jason, please… this hurts so bad, please, I will be good — auggghhhhhhhh…” I grunted and cried once again as his cock plunge all the way in and my legs jerked wide as his hips pushed them apart.

His cock slipped out, about half way and then jammed in again, all the way. I could feel his testicles slap against my pussy and heard him grunt with satisfaction. Once again he withdrew and then plunged deep.

Either my sphincter was relaxing or my entire ass had been split open, for he began fucking my ass with a steady motion. The horrible ripping feeling had faded and was replaced with the sensation of having a hard, wide rod shoved deep inside me leaving abrasions as it went. Which was, of course, exactly what was happening.

I raised up a bit, trying to get my ass up into an angle that would give him better access, both to please him and to reduce my own pain. It was hard, because he kept pulling back on my hair so far my back was arched and my breasts had risen up completely off the sheets. I supported myself by my extended arms now, to help relieve the tearing pressure on my scalp as he pulled my long hair back with each thrust.

He was grunting with each thrust, and I was making involuntary noises as well, “ah.. ahh… ah.. help… god… oh… oh… aaah… aaaaahhh…” I had forgotten how huge his cock was. I could feel the ridges of his stiffness, and sliding of his flesh inside me as he moved back and forth and my own anus distended and hugging his cock as he withdrew and then plunged deep.

I struggled a little, not really consciously, but being ass raped like this, with my head bent backward and hair pulled almost out of my scalp made me lose a bit of my mind. I tried to move my arms, wriggle my legs, but nothing helped. He had hold of me in a solid position and was fucking me as hard as he could. I could feel his cock getting even harder as his thrusts jerked harder and more quickly.

He suddenly let go of my hair and I fell back down on the bed. His hands went to my hips, which he grabbed securely and shoved hard back against his own. I had stopped crying, and was simply grunting from the pressure of his thrusts. With a sudden single hard thrust he cried out, and I felt the convulsions of his cock begin.

His orgasm seemed to last forever. Spurt after spurt, his cock contracted and convulsed in my ass. I lay there and felt it inside me, felt the warmth of his semen as it filled me inside, and the continuing moans that accompanied his climax. It hurt, a throbbing pain, but the pain seemed slightly soothed by the pleasure he was experiencing inside me. I was still his slave, his fuck toy, his wife.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, and I lay unmoving. My tears had stopped flowing though my cheeks were still very wet. The blanket underneath my face was soaking wet from my tears and from saliva – I must have drooled quite a bit while he was fucking me. I lay, feeling his weight on my back, his cock still inside my ass, but getting smaller.

Eventually, he slowly slid out of my anus, and the feeling of his departure was both a relief and slightly painful as the raw flesh of my damaged insides slid together. I grunted a little and moaned. As he stood, he warned me to remain exactly where I was on the bed, and so I remained motionless, on my stomach, legs hanging over the edge and spread wide.

When he returned, he gently spread my ass cheeks apart.

“Siobhan, you need a real lesson in obedience. The pain of your assrape is the beginning. My semen is inside you and will remain there for a while as a reminder, I may continue the lesson later this week.”

I felt something pressing against my anus once again, something cool and smooth. It slowly spread me farther and farther apart, until my anus was stretched wider than Jason ever could. I recognized the feeling as I whimpered in the pain – he was inserting a butt plug. A big one, too from the feeling. He wanted to plug up my ass, remind me of what he had done and make sure his semen stayed inside me for a while.

When the butt plug reached its widest point, and my pain from being spread and stretched was the worst, it suddenly got smaller. My sphincter automatically closed around the narrow neck of the plug, and it was clear from the feeling of complete and total discomfort and fullness that there was no way I would get the plug out without pulling it out, and then only with some pain. It was in there for a while.

While I still lay in bed on my stomach, Jason took my leash chain and fixed it to my handcuffs, raising my wrists painfully to the middle of my back. In this position, my wrists were held up high, attached to the collar around my neck, preventing me from reaching the ass plug.

Jason raised me up, and wiped my tears. I was still wearing my top, but was nude from my waist down. He led me downstairs, and we finished our evening together in this manner. He allowed me to eat dinner in a dog dish, as my hands were still restrained behind me. Later we watched some TV before retiring for the night.

That night I slept with the butt plug and Jason’s semen securely inside me, my wrists raised uncomfortably behind my back. While the pain in my ass subsided, I wondered what he had meant when he said… “I may continue the lesson later this week.“

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Discipline

I was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and nice T top, with a bikini underneath. It was three days after the wedding, and the first time I had been clothed. He allowed me to dress so we could go out to lunch together, and walk the beach.

He fondled my ass as we entered the restaurant and I brushed his hand away, embarrassed that others would see. We were seated by large bay windows overlooking the sand. A beautiful view made the lunch a delight.

Afterward, we walked down to the beach and I took my shoes off and waded in to the water. My pants were getting wet, so I took them off as well, and then splashed Jason as he followed me into the water's edge. I laughed and ran as he shook the water off and ran after me.

"Let's go back, it is getting cold out here," Jason looked a little unhappy, but I had been stuck in the room for three days, unable to leave without clothes.

"Awww... I want to play for a while... " I splashed him again, and ran further down the shoreline.

He chased, and when we stopped together, breathless, he said rather sternly, "Siobhan, its time to go back. I have some work to do and its cold."

"Honey, this is our honeymoon, I want to relax out on the beach for a while."

"Siobhan, it is time to go back."

"Well, let's walk back slowly, then," I took his hand and we walked together.

He was horny, I could tell the way his hand kept roaming to my ass, and he nuzzled my neck. His fingers slid under the edge of my bikini bottom for a moment, and I brushed his hand away again, embarrassed of what others might think.

When we arrived at the room, Jason took me by the arm and guided me to the window. "Remove your clothes," he ordered. I was in full view of the open window, and hesitated a moment. "You need a lesson," he stated in a matter of fact way. His hand reached out and leaned me against the window. The other hand grabbed my bikini bottom, and pulled it off.

I was naked from the waist down, though while I was facing out the window, it would be difficult for passing people to see my bottom half. My hands leaned against the window sill.

With a sudden, unexpected *WHACK* his bare hand slapped my ass, hard. It stung badly, and the abrupt pain brought tears to my eyes.

I was ready for the second spank, which was harder than the first. The impact pushed me forward toward the window, my forehead pressed against the glass and I gasped from the pain.

"Oh, god, Jason... please..."

"Please what, dear? You didn't say please when we were at the restaurant, or on the beach. I think you need to learn manners."

*SLAP* his hand struck my ass again...

"Oh my god..." I gasped, I had not realized how painful a spanking could be.

My hands braced against the window sill, and I looked out at the lawn and walkway a few yards away. It felt so eerie, leaning against the window, looking out, taking a stinging slap of a spanking as people walked by on the walkway. The spanking continued, and I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out and calling attention to my plight. Striking in the same place, over and over again, the stinging pain increased until I was moaning and begged once again for mercy.

In answer, Jason spread my legs and exposed my pussy. He fondled it for a bit, playing with the folds of my labia and working me up until I was quite wet. When he felt I was ready, his fingers probed deeply.

Couples strolled outside the window, and I was humiliated, watching them as I leaned over and Jason probed me with his fingers. And yet... I was so aroused. If they looked over, they would see me looking out the window, but as long as I retained my composure they might not know what was being done to me. I was soaking wet, and felt the excitement of possible discovery, and it made me want to come, to orgasm for myself and Jason.

Moments later Jason pulled out his cock and slid it into my body, deep and quick. I felt it slide in all the way, his hips pressing against my burning ass, thrusting until I felt his cock pressing up against my insides. At the same time I saw a young couple walking outside, and they glanced over. Knowing they were watching me get fucked in the window almost made me cum right then.

Jason thrust, sliding out almost all the way and then shoving in hard, impaling me. He was large enough that it hurt when he thrust that hard, and he was thrusting as hard as he could. I found myself pushing against the glass, a glazed look covering my face, grunting involuntarily from the impalement of his cock.

His hands reached up, and pulled off my T, leaving me wearing just my bikini top. He slid his hands back down, and wrapped around my stomach to hold me tightly in place as he drove in to me. His cock was rock hard inside me, contracting with each thrust, and my hips were moving with him. The fucking hurt, but I wanted to cum so badly.

Before I could cum, he moaned and cried out "Oh... ffffuuuckkk," and shoved in all the way. His cock convulsed and he ejaculated deep inside my cunt.

I watched a middle aged couple walk by as he pulled me back so he could thrust once again into me from behind until he had unloaded a huge amount of semen. When he was done I continued standing obediently at the window, leaning over with my hands on the window sill. My legs were still spread.

Obediently, I stayed in that position while he rested a moment. But when he was ready...

He was naked, and had taken his belt out of his pants. At the sight of it I cried, and begged, "Please, Jason, there is no need, I don't deserve..."

"Shut up, bitch. You need this. You are mine, and deserve nothing but what I give you." The belt swung back and cut across my ass. I yelped with pain as the leather stroke cut my already reddened flesh, and I could not help but try to wriggle away.

"Stay still bitch. Don't make me tie you up." I stayed as still as I could, but the belt lashed across my ass again and made me cry out. The next stroke slid under my spread legs and licked my pussy. I almost screamed, and begged him to stop. He ignored me, and the whip stroked my pussy several more times, each time making me grunt with agony. The pain seemed like fire, and seemed to be penetrating inside me with each stroke. My cries came in sobs, gasping sobs as I felt like the entire lower half of my body was burning. When I begged him to stop, it seemed to just make him strike me harder.

Finally, the belt was tossed on the floor. He stood to my side, where I was next to the window. I could see he was completely naked as he leaned down to kiss my lips slightly. The kiss flooded me with a good feeling that contrasted horribly with the pain that was still burning throughout my lower body.

He moved back behind me, and I could feel his renewed erection pressing against my ass. His hands moved up to my breasts, and fondled them through the material of my bikini top, the one last item of clothing I had left.

Staring out the window I saw two couples walking past. They looked over and saw me leaning against the window. Their faces were curious, for I must have been a mess, with the tears streaking my face and my hair mussed from Jason's rough treatment. And Jason took that opportunity to begin removing my top.

"PLEASE! No! Jason, you can't! People will see me! It is the one piece of dignity left me, please don't strip me completely. Not here, not like this!"

In response, Jason thrust his cock deep inside my ass, spreading my sensitive anus painfully wide. At the same moment he yanked my top off and my breasts hung down for all to see. I could no longer look up at the couples that were staring from outside, and hung my head, allowing my long hair to cover my face as I sobbed in humiliation.

I braced myself, and took Jason's huge cock in my ass. It felt... so strange, painful and yet erotic, humiliating and yet arousing. His cock inside my ass was the worst pain yet. Not as bad as the belt, but there was a quality of invasion... he was entering and invading my body in any way he chose.

His hands moved across my thighs and stroked up their inside until they reached my wet pussy. He played with my clit, and slid one finger inside my pussy. I could feel the finger pressing through the flesh inside me against his cock in my rectum, and his fingers were stimulating my clit and arousing me. The feeling was obscene, the pain of his cock stretching and plunging in my ass, together with his hands stimulating my clit. The pain would keep me from coming, but it was a close call... I was near to it, in spite of my sobbing and crying.

I had stopped begging for mercy, for it seemed to simply drive him on. His hands slid up from my pussy, and I could feel the wetness on them spread across my stomach. My wetness, my arousal, from his fingers across my flesh. His hands reached my breasts and pinched my tits, hard. It should have hurt, but somehow, it didn't. Or perhaps it did, but the pain was just part of the experience that I was enjoying in a massively perverted way.

I gasped and raised my head. The two couples were just walking away, whispering and talking excitedly and looking back at the window where they could see my humiliation, pain and arousal. I lowered my head again, just as Jason's cock pulsed and I felt a warm feeling; a huge ejaculation left more cum inside my ass.

When he pulled out, I collapsed on the floor, crying just a little. He was breathing hard, having come twice, hard. At his order, I rolled over on to my back, pulled my knees up and spread my legs wide. He inspected me.

" As I thought. You are leaking all over. This is so unacceptable."

He slapped my face, and the suddenness of the sting brought fresh tears to my face.

"Please, Jason... I don't deserve this..."

"Shut up. I decide what you deserve. From now on, when I come inside you, you are to keep it inside unless you request and receive permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes. But... "

"I see... you need help and maybe a reminder. Fine."

Jason left, and moved to the other room for a moment. When he returned, he had one of the candles we had brought for romantic evening dinners in the room. It was lit. He held the candle above me for a little while, letting it burn and melt the wax. And then, slowly... ever so slowly... he tipped it over.

The hot wax streamed down and hit my pussy. I yelped, almost screamed, at the burning sensation on my abused genitals. The wax started to cover and burn my outer and inner labia, gathering more and more.

"Knees up, further, and spread them wider!" His demand was simple and stated in a tone that accepted no disobedience. I raised my knees to my breasts, and spread my legs a little further. The hot wax slowly dripped, each chunk landing in a new spot, burning new flesh, sealing my openings.

After a bit my pussy was completely covered with wax and the heat was dissipating, though the flesh under it was still raw and tender. The drops of wax moved to my ass, and began sealing my asshole. I was miserable, the burning on my ass was almost too much to take, but I managed to hold my knees high and patiently wait for his sealant to take hold. I would not be leaking any more of his cum tonight.

When he was done, the fire that burned between my legs began to feel some better. I was sore enough that it would take several days to recover, but the worst was over, I was convinced. I had stopped crying and put my legs down when he said it was permitted.

"Dearest Siobhan... I guess you have learned your lesson."

I nodded silently, my eyes big and round as I looked at him.

"Tell me. What are you?"

"I am your bitch," I knew the answer and said it with my eyes cast down.

"Good. Now, I think I shall rest." He sat in the armchair and motioned for me to come to him. I kneeled at his feet. He looked at me for a moment, and then pulled my head in. His cock was hard again and slipped in to my mouth. It slowly went deeper, and deeper. When it reached the back of my tongue and began entering my throat, I gagged. He enjoyed the pressure the gagging exerted on his cock, but I also had withdrawn to try to breathe.

He pulled his cock out and slapped my face, hard. I felt a little dizzy and my cheek burned from the impact. He positioned my head again, and slipped his cock in.

Two more times I gagged, he pulled out and slapped my face hard. My jaw hurt and the skin on my cheek was on fire when I opened wide and he inserted once again.

This time I took his entire length and managed to get it all the way down my throat. It remained there. I remained kneeling, with his cock embedded in my face all the way to where his balls pressed against my chin. I wanted to gag so badly, and did just a little, but managed to keep it in. Breathing was very hard, and I just managed a little.

He pulled out after a minute or so, and I gasped for air. Another stinging slap and his cock went down my throat again. I was getting better at this, keeping his cock down without gagging, and not needing to breathe so much. This continued for almost half an hour, and my face was beginning to feel like the skin would peel off from his slapping it. I felt like I had no more tears, and was just concentrating on keeping the cock in my throat as deep as I could for as long as I could.

Abruptly he grabbed the back of my head, shoved me against him as hard as he could. His cock actually went a little deeper down my throat as it became very hard and I felt it jerk, swelling and pressing against the sides. I swallowed instinctively, and moments later felt the spray of semen fill my throat. I kept swallowing as he dumped another huge load inside of me.

When he was done, he lay exhausted on the chair. Totally satiated, I lay my head on his lap, and he stroked my hair gently.

That night, we slept together in the same bed, legs intertwined and arms around each other, our naked bodies pressed together. I slept better than I had in years.

I was his bitch, and it felt good.

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Mother's First Night

I am a rich businessman now, I come from a very poor family. I was the only child of my parents. My father owned a tea-shop in a suburban area of Kerala. We lived in a small house behind the tea-shop. My parents worked hard to make both ends meet. Since they were fairly educated people and understood the value of education well, they had high ambitions regarding my own education. I was not bad at studies. Though I was an only child, I was not a spoiled one. I was very obedient to my parents. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, despite our poverty.

Then things began to change for us. My father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died. I was only twelve then. After his death, my mother tried to run our tea-shop alone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to her that I could stop going to school and help her in the tea-shop. But she would not allow that, even though our financial condition was fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father's long illness, we had to borrow a lot of money from our friends and relatives.

They were now coming to our house almost everyday and demanding their money back. It was during this time that a woman in our neighbourhood told my mother that an old couple in our locality were looking for a servant-woman who could do all the household work and take care of them by staying with them in their house. My mother and I went to see this old couple. We found that they were in their sixties. The old man, who was called Vasu, was a retired school-teacher. His wife's name was Parvathiamma. They had a son and a daughter who were now married and were living abroad with their respective families. Vasu and Parvathiamma wanted to know if my mother had any previous experience of working as a servant-woman. When my mother told them that she had the experience of running a tea-shop for more than ten years, they were more than satisfied and were ready to take my mother in as the servant-woman of their house. They warned her that she would have to do all the work alone without any complaints. My mother agreed.

Thus we started a new life. To clear all our debts, my mother sold the tea-shop and our house and we moved into the house of the old couple. It was not a big house. It was a rather old-fashioned house. We were given a small room behind the kitchen to live in. The old couple seemed to be good people. Parvathiamma was initially a little reserved when she talked with my mother. But when she saw that my mother was a good and hard-working woman, she became quite attached to her. The old woman was a very talkative type. But she was ill most of the time. So my mother had to take good care of her. Vasu, on the other hand, was a quiet man. He hardly opened his mouth in the house. But he seemed to be kind hearted. Since he had been a school-teacher, I would often take his help with my lessons. He was always eager to help. My mother was thankful to him for that. The old couple did not have many visitors in their house, therefore they valued our company very much.

Most of what my mother earned as salary was spent on my education. Often it was not enough. Sometimes when I asked for money to buy books or other things she would borrow from Parvathiamma. Parvathiamma would tell her that the borrowed amount would be cut from her next month's salary. But often my mother would get the full salary itself; the old woman would ask her to forget the money she had borrowed. The old woman was kind to my mother in many other ways also. Often, when her children sent her presents from abroad, she would give something or the other to my mother. I used to wonder why she was being so kind to us. But soon Parvathiamma was to ask something from my mother in return for all the kindness she was showering on us.

One day I was in my room studying for my exams. My mother was in the kitchen. Parvathiamma came to the kitchen and struck a conversation with my mother. At first I was not paying any attention to what she was talking. Then when I realized that she was discussing Vasu's sex life, I naturally began to listen attentively. The old woman was saying that in his youth her husband had been rather shy. He had not taken much interest in sexual activities. It was only after their children had grown up that he began to show a keen desire for sex.

And now, even in his old age he was showing a wild interest in sex which, she said, was very embarrassing. She said that she felt pity for the poor man because he had failed to enjoy himself fully during his "best times."

" What can I do?" she told my mother." At my age I cannot satisfy his hunger. Moreover, he does no desire me at all. I feel sorry for him." Here she paused. Then she said to my mother," You can help him." There was another pause. Then she told my mother in very plain words that she could help him by having sex with him. My heart was beating wildly when heard this. I was waiting with abated breath to see how my mother was going to react. She was undoubtedly shocked to hear this, just like me. There was silence for a few moments from her part. Then she told Parvathiamma that she could not even think of doing it, that it was a sin and the gods would never forgive her. To my amazement the old woman became quite angry. She reminded my mother of the many times she had helped her. She called my mother


a thankless woman. Then she suddenly started to cry. She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet. "I can't bear to see him suffer," she said, weeping." That's why I'm begging you. He cannot do it with an outside woman, because then somehow people will know. You live in our house. You are not an outsider. So there is no danger of anybody finding out. Besides, at his age do you think that he will be very demanding? Just let him hold you once in a while. That's all." She kept on talking like this obstinately and eventually my mother was forced to say yes to her strange request. Parvathiamma was overjoyed. She thanked my mother again and again. Then she said," I will send him to your room tonight, after Hari is asleep."

I was fourteen when this happened. At that time I had already started experimenting with sex. I used to talk a lot about sex with my friends and we also used to watch a lot of adult movies in the local theatres. But none of us - at least, not me - had ever seen a blue film. It was my greatest desire to see a blue film. My mother was in her late thirties at that time. She was a very beautiful woman with a wheaty complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I was very much aware of the sensuality of her body. We shared a single room and it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I used to feel very guilty when I found myself eying at her large breasts, her midriff, her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my feelings. She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would change her sari standing right in front of me. And I already knew that Vasu had an eye on her. Although he hardly talked with my mother, I had so many times seen him gazing at her body longingly.

That night mother was very silent. She was very thoughtful while we were having our dinner in the kitchen. After eating, we entered our room. There were two cots in the room, put close together. I slept on one - on the one next to the wall - and my mother slept on the other. The room was very small. Most of the floor area was taken up by the cots. I laid down. She also laid down after switching off the light. "Hari, have you studied everything for your exam tomorrow?" she asked me now. "Yes, amma," I replied. Then silence fell in our room. The window was open and silvery moonlight was flooding into the room. I was not going to sleep. My young mind was almost bursting with anticipation and excitement.

The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later Vasu knocked at the door and called my mother's name softly. My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up and opened the door. Vasu looked at her briefly and stepped in. "Hari is sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes," my mother replied.

He looked nervous." I am not able to sleep," he said. He slowly paced up to window. Then he said, in a slightly shaking voice, " I have a slight headache. Can I lie down here for a while?"

She did not reply. Nevertheless, he sat down and slowly laid down on her cot. He was wearing only his mundu. His torso was bare. Though Vasu was old he had a fairly healthy body. He was a stout man with a large belly. His chest was very hairy. He looked at my mother who was standing near the door not knowing what to do.

"Come," he said," you also lie down." My mother hesitated. Then she stepped closer to the cot. He shifted his position to the edge of the cot. " Lie here," he said, patting gently to indicate that he wanted her to lie between him and me. For some reason he wanted to lie at the edge. This position suited me also, because if he was to lie between me and my mother then I would not be able to see what he was going to do to her.

My mother climbed on the cot at the foot and moved on all fours to reach him. Her sari slid off her shoulder, revealing her big, round tits, packed tightly in her white blouse. The sight of the two breasts seemed to freeze Vasu with excitement for a brief moment. My mother covered herself again and reclined gently, resting her head on the pillow, a little away from him. I was sure that she was hardly touching him. But he could not keep from touching her. He lay unmoving for a while. Then he raised himself on his elbow and continued to gaze at her lips, her neck, her breasts...her whole body for a long time, as if he was seeing a woman for the first time.

Then, completely overcome by the passion, he grasped her shoulder and bent down to kiss her face. She turned her face away from him. He lowered his head further and managed to plant kisses on her cheeks, chin and lips. He kissed her a number of times, all noisy, wet kisses that reflected the great lust he was having for her. Then he straightened and looked at her briefly. He then slowly pulled away her sari from her shoulder, uncovering her breasts and belly. My mother impulsively crossed her hands in front of her bosom to cover her boobs. He brushed away her hands impatiently and placed his palm on her somewhat large belly, on the smooth, warm area just below her navel and started to move his hand up. When he reached the navel, he dug his middle finger into it and circled it around a number of times. Then his hand moved to her midriff. A sudden moan escaped her when he squeezed the soft milk white flesh there which had doubled up deliciously with age. Then his hand began to journey to her breasts. His palm gently cupped one breast and moved in a circle all over it, as if to feel its size and rotundity.

Finally his palm rested at its tip and he squeezed the tit five times, pressing down as he squeezed. I counted as he squeezed. He did the same with the other breast. Though my mother tried to stop him by holding his hand a couple of times, she was in reality enjoying it all. But she was frightened. Frightened that I may wake up, frightened to reveal her passion to this old man who until now she had respected as she would respect a father, frightened because she knew that what they were doing was naked sin. She kept on breathing fast and she gulped a number of times between her moans, as if her mouth was watering. Vasu now sat up excitedly. He proceeded to undo the hooks of her blouse one by one. My mother whispered to him," Aiyo, please, not now! What if Hari wakes up?" The old man ignored her protests completely. She glanced at me timidly, then she looked at his hands which were patiently undoing one hook after another as the thin material of her blouse began to strain because her breasts seemed to be growing bigger and bigger every second.

Finally, as the last hook was undone, my mother's big boobs seemed to jump out to their freedom. They were big, as big as ripe coconuts, with dark nipples that were fully erect. I was quite taken aback by the length of the nipples. Each nipple was almost as long as my little finger. Vasu was trying unsuccessfully to grab one boob in each of his palm. He would hold both boobs in a firm grip and try to lift them up. First he would seem to succeed, then the smooth tits would just slither out of his hand. He then ran the flat of his palms all over the boobs greedily and kneaded them, first gently and then, as his passion grew, a little roughly.

He took the nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pulled them up vigorously. My mother moaned," Ummm...aahhh..." I almost ejaculated when I heard that moan. Of course, I was not masturbating. I was not even holding my penis which, naturally, was very much erect. I was simply longing to jerk off, though. But my situation was such that I could not move a muscle. The old man lowered his head and started licking the nipple and the surrounding area of one breast. He opened his mouth wide and took the nipple and also a large portion of the breast itself into his mouth. Then he slowly lifted his head, letting the breast and the nipple slither out. He repeated this several times. Then he suddenly asked my mother to take off her blouse completely. She hesitated and threw a glance at me. Then, raising her torso , she peeled off her blouse. She looked like a sex goddess now. She had fleshy shoulders and arms and a slightly bulging belly. Her long, straight hair hung loose and seemed to cover her back completely. Age had only made her body nothing but juicy. Yes, I was thinking that she looked like a ripe and juicy mango. She raised her arms to tie her hair and I watched in delight how her big bobs joggled from side to side with her movements.

Now Vasu couldn't hold himself any longer. With his free hand he pulled away his mundu and dropped it on the floor. Underneath he had nothing else on. He was stark naked! I saw his penis. It was a large organ, nearly six inches long. It was not yet fully erect. Grabbing my mother by her shoulders he climbed over her. "No," she said, trying to push him off her," not now. Hari will wake up." But the old man was not to be stopped." We will not make much noise," he whispered to her and started kissing her cheeks and lips noisily as before, but now with double the passion.

My mother glanced at me nervously once or twice. I was hardly breathing. The bright moonlight flooding into the room through the window fell straight upon Vasu's back. I watched as he caught the fat lower lip of my mother between his teeth and pulled at it gently. Finally, she let the hold on herself slip. She let herself be overcome by passion, completely. She threw her fleshy arms around the old man and began to rub her cheeks with his, her eyes shut, her mind completely relishing the pleasure he was giving her.

She began to moan in abandon, not caring at all whether her son lying on the adjoining cot was awake or sleeping. The flat of her palms continuously traveled up and down his back, speaking the message that now she was completely with him in this game, that he was not to stop, not until they both had had enough. Vasu, too, was breathing hard and softly moaning like her. As they moved wildly, the cot was creaking noisily, as if it too was aroused. I watched as twice my mother put her hand between their writhing bodies to hold his erect penis, to squeeze it, to feel its hardness. They continued in this manner for about five minutes. Now they were sweating a little because the night was hot, hot and calm. In the dreamy moonlight, sweat shone on my mother's breasts and belly and on Vasu's back.

They stopped moving. "Take off your sari," said Vasu, climbing down from her body." Um," said she. She tied up her hair again; it had got untied and completely disheveled during their long "wrestle." She gently stood up on the cot and began to unfasten her sari. I watched with abated breath as she dropped her sari onto the floor and started undoing the string of her petticoat. The petticoat came down, revealing her fat, round thighs and her hairy cunt. The thighs were milk white. Sweat shone on them, like the rest of her. She lifted her legs to step out of her petticoat. She dropped it and stood on the cot stark naked. Vasu had been watching her all the time, his back resting against the wall, his hand holding his big cock. Moonlight fell on my mother's naked body, showing every curve. She was every inch a sex goddess. Her long hair fell down loose again. But this time she let it be and came down on her knees. Vasu rose from his position to take her into his arms. She received him with open arms. With both of them on their knees, they hugged each other in a loving embrace, feeling for each other's body with hands that were restless.

I saw Vasu's hand come to rest on my mother's ample buttocks, hold them firmly and knead their fleshy round bulk. My mother kissed Vasu on the cheeks and neck. She stroked her cheeks on the hair on his chest. Now Vasu held her shoulders and made her lie down as she had been lying before. He was going to fuck her. She moaned and looked at him in anticipation. She spread her fat thighs and he kneeled down between them, holding his penis. With his fingers he gently stroked and pulled at the hair on her pussy. She lifted her pussy up to him. Here, take it all, she seemed to be saying. Now he touched the tip of his cock to her cunt. She froze, waiting. He pushed and I almost sat up on my cot just to have a closer look at things. He let his cock completely disappear into my mother's cunt. She moaned, a long moan of simply unbearable pleasure.

He caught hold of her shoulders to balance himself and started to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, the cot creaking with his motion." Ummmmm...ahhhh...uummmmm," my mother moaned. She did not know what to do with her hands for they were moving in all directions, touching whatever they felt like touching. They seemed to have a life of their own. The old man, because of his age was moving rather slowly. My impatient mother was again and again raising her hips, urging him to move faster. He kept moving for about five minutes and then he began to pant vigorously. Soon he was totally drenched in sweat. He stopped suddenly.

"I'll lie down. You move.," he said to my mother. So they repositioned themselves. Vasu lay down with his head resting on the pillow. Mother stood with her knees planted on either sides of his body. She guided his equipment into her wet cunt once again and started moving. Oh, how she moved! The cot creaked wildly and I was wondering if it would give away. Oh, how her breasts were jumping up and down with her. She would pause occasionally to brush away a strand of her loose hair from her face. She was softly moaning as she moved, giving Vasu the thrill of his life. Vasu lay relaxed. His hands occasionally rose to touch her lovely breasts, or to hold her sweating buttocks. Sometimes she would hold Vasu's shoulder and lean forward as she moved, her oversized breasts hanging flaccidly over his face. Oh, how the twin coconuts would dance. I looked without even blinking, so as not to miss anything. They fucked for ten minutes. Then when their passion was spent, they lay down exhausted in each other's arms. But, in another ten minutes, they were ready for one more go.

This was the first of my mother's nights with Vasu.

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HOW I BECOME WHORE

I am Sheetal Rajput. I loved sex. I loved it ever since I was sixteen when I lost my virginity to the family servant's son, a boy I did almost grown up with. He was a couple of years older than me.

I was lovely at eighteen , slender and fair-skinned with finely chiseled features, lovely eyes, a slim, straight nose and full lips, clear skin, a long neck, full breasts, a narrow waist and bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists. My body had begun to torment me with strange, exciting, frightening sensations and I found herself looking at Zahid out of the corner of my eye and feeling curiously light-headed by the sight of his body. I lived in a small two-room apartment with my parents and elder brother. Zahid lived nearby and worked in a motor garage. I passed it on my way from school and always stopped to chat with him.

One afternoon I found him alone. There was not much work in his hand and he asked me go to a shop at the corner. We had tea, sitting in the half-empty place, laughing and chatting and he said he'd walk to my home. It wasn't far. On the way, we passed a cluster of huts by the road.

"You live here now, don't you?" I said.

Zahid and his mother had got themselves a ramshackle tarpaulin covered tin hut in this almost-slum.

"Yes."

"Alone?"

"Yes." We walked on a bit. Suddenly, he said, "Would you like to see it?"

I looked at him and, slowly, nodded. He smiled and took my arm in his hand. I thrilled at the touch of his hand on me. I looked at him and flushed as his eyes drilled into me. He turned down a cramped alley between a row of huts. It was reasonably clean, but very noisy. The lane ended in a gutter running hard by a bramble . He turned the corner and led me to a small hut with a sloping tin roof and a rickety wooden door with a padlock. Zahid unlocked the door and pushed it open.

It was very spare, almost Spartan. One chair, a little table, a kerosene stove in a corner, a few pots and pans on two wooden shelves. A cheap calendar on the wall by a small mirror. Clothes hung on a line, a tin chest. A hemp bed with a thin pillow and sheet and sagging mattress. A cheap novel lay on the floor by the bed.

"Well," he said. "That's it. Home. My mansion.

I looked around. "It's . it's very nice.

Zahid looked at me and I went very still. Time stopped and the sounds of the city faded. He came closer. And closer. And closer. Took my face in his hands. His head bent. I tilted. My lips parted. I could feel his breath on my face, smell the warm musk of his body, feel its warmth. His lips came closer.

In that afternoon of heat, I experienced an explosion of joy I had never imagined possible. Zahid was tender and gentle and his body was wonderful and when his cock surged into my flesh, I almost fainted with ecstasy. I wanted more, more, more, wanted it never to end. He fucked me on the bed, taking me slowly and deeply and then faster and faster as I bucked and heaved and writhed desperately under him, my teenage body tossing and jumping and jerking in an uncontrollable fever, my cunt convulsing and spasming on his thrusting cock which was so big, so thick, so hard, so hot, so good. My nipples ached with the sweet tension of it and when he sucked and licked them and crushed them in his hands I felt the heat flood from my head to toe. On and on he went and the bed creaked and my voice was ragged and hoarse from calling and moaning. I came in an explosion of bliss, the breath shooting from my throat.

The next afternoon, he fucked me again.

I baulked at nothing, absolutely nothing. When I had his cock in my mouth, it was the most wonderful feeling. He fucked my mouth slowly and happily and wouldn't have minded if he'd gone on all night. Then he turned me on my front, kneeling on the floor and bent over the bed and entered me from behind, straddling my hips in a low crouch and pushing his cock in and in and in till I thought it would rip me in two, it was so big, so thick, so hot, so hard.

He fucked me hungrily then, thrusting greedily in and out of my cunt and I came again, long and slow and this time he came too, his cock buried deep in my cunt. I never forgot that first exquisite feeling of hot jazz spurting and spurting and spurting into my cunt.

After that, we met in his hut every afternoon. I was naturally curious and adventurous in bed and willing to try anything so long as it felt good. I never tired of sex. When he suggested anal sex, I didn't hesitate and as his cock ground into my anus, I felt no pain, just a glorious, stinging exhilaration that made me call out to him for more in the gutter words he had taught me.

A few weeks later, he introduced me to his friends from the garage, Dinesh and Danny, both lean, hard-bodied youths with quietly handsome faces. Now I was 'his', Zahid's, his woman, his mate, his keep. I didn't mind living the lie, somehow it had a nice feeling to it. I played my role dutifully, almost like his wife.

In his hut, I made tea for all of them and served the men. I noticed how Dinesh and Danny followed me with their.

I had a natural streak of exhibitionism in me and I knew with a clarity unusual for a teenager that I didn't love Zahid, that it was the sex that drew me, that and the additional exciting fillip of doing something secretly and on the sly, something risky.

I teased Dinesh and Danny, giving them glimpses of my breasts under my low-necked blouse, moving sensually around the hut, letting my eyes smolder on theirs.

The men finished their tea and stepped out for a smoke. I sprawled on the hemp cot with a magazine, waiting for Zahid to come back.

" Sheetal ," Zahid said softly as he returned.

I was lying on the bed now on my side, my head propped in my hand, my elbow bent, leafing through a cheap magazine.

My sari had slipped into the crook of my arm. In the heat, two or three of the buttons down the front of my tight blouse were open and my breasts strained at the cloth, showing a lot of my deep cleavage and luscious breasts. Zahid sat behind and leaned over, an arm in front of my belly. I didn't look up at him.

"What is it?" I murmured.

He cleared his throat. "Sheetal, I . um . Dinesh . that is, Dinesh and Danny ."

"Yes?"

"They . um . they would also like ."

"What?"

He didn't reply. There was a soft rustle as Zahid's chums came in again. I glanced at them, saw the looks on their faces, and turned back to Zahid.

"What, Zahid? What would they like?"

He looked at me nervously and swallowed. I smiled.

"They'd like to fuck me, isn't that it?"

There was a little silence. Then Zahid stared, nodded glumly.

"Well, you don't have to look so downcast about it, Zahid," I grinned. "Of course I'll fuck them. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, as they say, and if I can't please your friends, I'm not a good friend to you, right?"

The men stared at me, dumbfounded. I closed the book and flipped on my back on the bed.

"On one condition, though," I murmured, reaching up and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "Before they fuck me, they must sit here and watch you fuck me. Then they can fuck me and you've got to watch. Okay?"

Zahid grinned in excitement and pulled my blouse open and squeezed my naked breast. I was wearing nothing under it.

Smiling, I hiked my sari up to my hips and pulled Zahid down over me, unbuttoning his shirt and trousers.

Squatting on the beaten dirt floor, Danny and Dinesh watched in excited fascination as their friend fucked me on the bed, taking my furiously. His buttocks danced over my lap, bobbing and bouncing up and down and they could see his cock plunging and pistoning in and out of my cunt. My hips heaved and pumped under his, and I cries rang in their ears. Their erections, when Zahid finished, were monstrous. I smiled in pleasure.

I never wanted for a lover after that. One of the three was always available to take me to Zahid's hut and fuck me. On good days, I had all three together. Dinesh was good, as good as Zahid, but Danny was terrific. He had a round, sweetly handsome face, a dark, wiry, strong body and an absolutely magnificent cock I loved. It wasn't long before I tried taking all three simultaneously in my cunt, mouth and ass.

I finished school, and grew lovelier, my breasts filling out, my curves getting more accentuated. In college, I took a polytechnic course in hotel management and did reasonably well.

There were other lovers now, for I had greater freedom and was out of the house a lot longer. There was my trainer, a handsome Goan who took me to his house and fucked me all afternoon. There were a couple of my fellow-students with whom I had torrid sex in squalid little suburban hotels that rented by the hour.

I graduated and, for a few months after that, waiting for a job offer and replies to my applications, I spent time fucking with what I called my three musketeers, long afternoons of glorious sex in Zahid's hut. The days passed and I got no response but letters of regret. I grew morose. Finally, it was Danny who broke through and took me into a whole new world.

We were fucking one afternoon, and I was astride his hips on the bed. He groaned and bucked his hips under me, sliding his hands up my body to cup my breasts.

"Hey, Sheetal."

"What?"

"Got a job offer yet?"

"You know I haven't."

"How would you like to do this for money?" "Do what?"

"This. Fucking."

I stared down at him. "You must be joking." I bent over and kissed him, my sloping breasts pressing against his chest, my tongue slipping in and out of his mouth. He squeezed my breasts and pressed a fingertip to my anus. My cunt was really incredibly hot and tight. He grunted as it convulsed on his penis.

"No. I'm serious," he murmured, licking my stiff nipple. "Think about it."

"You want me to whore?"

"Why not? It's not like anyone's forcing you into prostitution, you know. You'd whore because you want to. And the money's good.

Very good."

"Oh yes? And how would you know?"

He grinned. "I've been meaning to tell you. I've been working at this place, this hotel downtown."

"I thought you were working as a peon. A peon-cum-chauffeur."

"That was before."

"You never told me."

"No. I didn't. Anyway, this hotel's not just a hotel. It's a world-class, high-quality whorehouse, too. Top five, six floors.

I've got in as a stud."

I stared down at him. "A stud?"

"Yeah. Stud. Gigolo. Dame comes in, needs a fuck, I fuck her. I get paid."

"Women come into this whorehouse?"

He grinned. "What's the matter, women don't fuck?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that, I mean ."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I was surprised, too, at first. But there's a whole load of women out there who like a good fuck with a stranger. Any number of reasons. Nowhere to go, no one to go with, many of them are married, too, husband's not interested, whatever."

"So they come to you and you fuck them."

"They don't come to me. They come to the hotel where I work. If my name's up, I fuck them."

"And they pay you for this?"

"Very well. Ten grand a pop. Minimum. My take's seventy five percent. Excluding tips and gifts and shit. Like this watch. See? Solid gold bracelet."

"You must have done some fucking for that."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Fucked her brains out. I said I never knew it could be that good. So I fucked her again hard and rough this time."

He grinned. my eyes were glittering with excitement. He knew I had taken the bait.

"Last couple of months, they've taken me off the stud-roll," he
continued.

"Why's that?"

"I'm heading a talent scout unit now. We have several. I'm head of one."

"Talent scout?"

"Yeah. They found I had a knack of getting with dames and scooping them out. Brought in a couple who've turned out to be great whores. Customers love them and they make great profits for the hotel. So I was put in charge."

"And now you're scoping me out?"

He laughed. "No, idiot. I scoped you out years ago. I'm only recommending you try it. With you it's different. We don't have to play catch and all that. I don't have to - seduce you, see? You're right here, doing it already. Tell you what, why don't I set it up for you, try it, see if you like it, then decide. The girls tell me it's quite a kick having a stranger come in and fuck you and leave and pay good money for it. They're very well looked after, too. Interested?"

But he knew the answer to that already. I was looking down at him with a deep glitter in my dark eyes, and my face was flushed with excitement.

"Yes," I murmured. "When can we go?"

"Now?"

"No," I groaned. "Not now . after we finish . come on Danny . fuck me . fuck me . fuck me!"

That afternoon, I started whoring at the hotel where Danny worked. I was told that for the first week, I was on probation while they assessed my capabilities to decide my grade. Before doing anything else, I would have to sit for a photo-shoot.

I didn't know what to expect when they led me to an airy studio. There, the makeup crew went to work on my face while the costumes staff measured me and quickly altered several outfits. I was photographed fully clad by a quietly handsome young man with a completely professional approach. I was wearing a simple churidar and kurta ensemble, the kurta with a low V neck. He took shots of me in different positions from different angles.

Then he switched off the lights and nodded to the prop crew. They re-did the set and re-did my hair and re-did my make-up and got me into another outfit. This one was more revealing, showing a lot of breast and leg and I felt strangely aroused by it.

I returned to the floor and the photographer went to work again and this time he made me bend in different, distinctly sexual positions, kneeling, tilting my face up, leaning forward, showing my cleavage.

They went through several more costume changes, each more revealing than the last, including a zipped up black leather jacket that was left undone to the crotch with nothing under it, and a houri outfit, transparent harem pants with deep slashes outside and inside to the crotch and a ridiculously small and tight top out of which my breasts squeezed invitingly. The last was a completely see-through fishnet and now the photographer made me get into blatantly sexy positions, on my front, looking over my shoulder with my legs spread so that my anus and cunt showed; on my back, my legs lifted and parted, showing the moist flesh of my cunt.

I got steadily hornier through the shoot, my natural exhibitionist streak subduing any hesitation I might have had.

I found I enjoyed showing off my body and the appreciative smiles from the crew gave me a special thrill.

They weren't finished yet. Now a handsome young man stalked in to the studio and spoke quietly with the photographer.

He turned to me and smiled. He was devastatingly sexy. "Sheetal," he said. "Good afternoon. My name is Hemant and I run the photo and film divisions of this company. My compliments. You've done very well so far. Exceptionally so."

I smiled shyly. He pulled up a chair and sat beside me.

"Now what we want to do is a little more complicated. We want to do a longer shoot, first of you masturbating and then of you fucking. Are you ready for that, or would you like to come back tomorrow? You could even stop now and leave, if you prefer."

I looked at him, suddenly hit by a twinge of nervousness.

This was very dangerous. It was one thing to sneak off and fuck a guy. It was another thing to be filmed doing it. There would be evidence.

Hemant saw my hesitation. He cupped my face in his hand gently.

"Sheetal. Think about it. Take your time, there's no rush. But you shouldn't be made to do something you don't want to do. But let me tell you this. From us, you have nothing to fear. If you stay on, the prints and films will be locked in a vault abroad. We will use the footage very discreetly only in select films that screen in foreign countries, never here. If you leave, we return everything to you and you can keep it or destroy it, as you wish. We do not run to blackmail, though some of our lesser competitors do and so give us a reputation we don't deserve."

He watched me in silence. I looked at him and at the quiet set waiting expectantly. I was feeling very horny. I smiled.

"I . I'll do it now, sir," I said softly.

He grinned broadly and pecked me on the cheek. "That's the spirit. Never give up. Come on, we'll get things set."

The next session was the sexiest thing I had done in my life. I was put into a diaphanous gown and photographed masturbating. First I used my fingers only. Then I used the lovely toys they gave me, dildoes and vibrators that I ran in and out of my cunt and ass till I orgasmed with surprising satisfaction.

And then my lover stepped onto the set. He was a gorgeous black man with rugged, handsome features and a stunning body. He was wearing an eye-mask and a black leather cod-piece and nothing else. He had the most awesome cock I had ever seen. My body crackled with lust.

Minutes later, twe were having sex under the hot lights and the photographer and three assistants was scurrying around us, taking us from every angle, calling instructions softly. The man fucked my mouth and just went on and on and no matter what I did it didn't make him blow. I had never imagined a man with such power and control. He fucked my face for as long as the photographer wanted him to and then, quietly and without sign of emotion, stepped away.

"Fuck her on her back first," the photographer said softly. "And mind you spread your legs good and wide. I want close-ups of your cock in her slit. And I, just keep it going for as long as you can, okay? Call if you want a break. Set?"

It was the most glorious fucking I had ever known. I went down on my back and the huge cock crushed into my cunt slowly and heavily and the big man grunted softly as he flexed his buttocks and pushed his hips down, squeezing his cock deeper and deeper into my cunt. I gasped and moaned, biting my lower lip, my hips bucking eagerly, my breasts hot and swollen and dug my fingers into the immense, bulging biceps in his outstretched arms.

My legs split wider and wider as he levered them apart with his thighs.

"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhhhhh OHHHHHHH!" I called, arching steeply under the masked black man.

In and in his penis went. I had never been fucked like this.

His cock was impossibly big, ten inches long, nearly three inches thick, with a gorged, bulging cock-head. Deeper and deeper he went and the breath rattled from my throat as I thought it would surely rip my in toe. The man buried his cock in me and paused.

I heard the soft whir-click, whir-click of the camera shutters and motor-drives, the shuffle of the photographers moving around them. The hard lights and reflectors burned my skin.

The black man bent his head and kissed me slowly, deeply. His tongue was thick and heavy as he pushed it gently into my mouth.

He began to fuck me.

I felt giddy. I had never been fucked like this, never with such mastery and control. The man raised his hips smoothly, drawing his cock up and out further and further, making me gasp at the sudden release in pressure in my cunt, till just his cock-head was in my cunt. Then, with a slow, skewering, spiralling action, he thrust down into me, driving his cock relentlessly into my cunt and, before it, a huge tidal wave of pleasure that rocked my body and made me groan and cry out and curl up on the small of my back. Again he drew out, and thrust down into me, and yet again. I moaned feverishly. My loins blazed with lust. His cock was incredibly heavy and hot and hard and it mashed and pulverized my inflamed clitoris in its passage. On and on he went, his cock rising and falling, rising and falling, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his immense muscles rippling smoothly and effortlessly. My hips bucked and writhed in a frenzy under his.

"Steady," he grunted. "Steady. Keep it steady!"

I moaned. He wasn't even out of breath! I arched under him, my cunt convulsing on his cock and tried to match his rhythm. My fingers dug into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulder and I gritted my teeth and forced myself to hold back.

"Better," he said softly. "Much better. Keep with me."

He kept up the rhythm for several minutes, moving effortlessly.

I felt dazed, my mind a numb effusion of pure, unbridled pleasure as the lust-heat swamped my body.

"Yes," I moaned. "Oh god yes . fuck me . fuck me please .

yes . oh god yes . ohh that's so good yes!" I squeezed my breasts erotically, pinching the stiff nipples and heard him and the photographer chuckle softly.

"Okay, Joe. Go for it," the photographer said. "Then lick her slit, sixty-nine and from behind. Got all that?"

"No sweat," the man said.

"What's she like so far?"

"Damn good for a first timer. Needs practice with big cocks, but
terrific for a fresh chick."

They were talking about me as if I didn't exist. I whimpered. This was how it was to be, then, I was to be used like this, like any common whore. Somehow, I found it very sexy.


The man was moving faster now, slowly gathering speed. I groaned and looked at him. He was breathing harder, but still in complete control, his muscles cording smoothly. I gasped and whimpered as the huge cock crushed my cunt-flesh without respite, running deeply in and out of my cunt in a steady, sawing motion. I groaned. It felt wonderful. My body writhed and jerked, my breasts jumping and jiggling with his thrusts, my gold necklace tossing and slapping on my creamy, fair skin.

Faster and faster he went and now his cock was ramming into me with deep, stabbing thrusts that forced the air from my lungs each time. My head swam and I began to orgasm violently.

"OH! UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH MA UH OH MA OH MA OH MA UHHH
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I called as my cunt convulsed frantically on his pistoning penis.

My orgasm intensified as he kept thudding into me, lengthened, slowly ebbed. The man slid out of me and, before I could react, was bending his head to my breasts, sucking them sharply, letting go, biting my long, stiff nipples, scraping them across his white teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, squeezing both together and sucking simultaneously. I gasped as the lust-fires built and spread again. His finger slid into my slit and he began finger-fucking me slowly, jabbing his finger into my cunt, pressing the hard knuckle to my throbbing clitoris, twisting his finger this way and that, rocking his hand back and forth. I moaned and cried out, my fingers scrabbling at his body. And then he went down and drove his face into my crotch.

I loved being tongue-fucked, but I had never been tongue-fucked like this. Joe's tongue was long and thick and heavy and it jabbed deep into my cunt, found my clitoris, whipped it rapidly, drew back, pressed into my cunt-flesh, probing the flesh, tasting my flowing juices and then returned to torment my clitoris.

"OHHHHHH uhh OH uh OHHHH uhh Oh yes oh yes oh god yes!" I called, my body flecked with sweat. "Oh ma uhh ahhhh uhhhhh yes!"

The man slid his finger into my cunt and began to finger- and tongue-fuck me simultaneously. I cried out, my face twisting and contorting in an agony of lust and suddenly his erect cock was hovering over my face. Instantly, my mouth opened and I moaned as the huge cock filled it, distending my face. Their bodies rocked and writhed in a sixty-nine.

It ended with him taking me from behind, kneeling behind me and, holding my hips, rocking my body back and forth before him, dragging my cunt up and down the length of his shaft. I gasped, my mind whirling. His cock filled my cunt and he went on and on and on, whacking his thighs at my buttocks, in no apparent hurry, his hands everywhere, on my buttocks, on my breasts, his tongue in my ear, at the nape of my neck, in my mouth. I
orgasmed again and he began moving faster, thudding into me heavily, his balls slapping at my cunt-lips, his thighs bouncing off my buttocks.

"Come when set. Call of two," the photographer said.

"Five minutes."

"Sure."

Smoothly, the black man levered himself into a squat astride my hips and began to fuck me rapidly, stabbing his cock into my cunt, lifting his buttocks high, then rocking them forward in deep, rushing, piercing thrusts. Beneath him, I gasped and cried out, my breath coming in rattling, heaving sobs as the huge penis plundered my cunt-flesh. On and on he went, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.

"One! Two!" I heard him call as I tottered into another orgasm.

And then he rammed hard into me once, twice, three times and began to come. I moaned. I had never known a cum-flood so prodigious. His cock just would not stop spurting. It filled my slit and overflowed in a sticky trickle down my thighs. He slid out of me and more jazz spattered my back and buttocks, dribbled into the cleft between them. Slowly, he squeezed his cock back into my cunt and began to fuck me again.

The photographer killed the lights. Joe slid out of me. I sank down on the bed, exhausted, my chest heaving, my body trembling. Joe got off the bed.

"Thanks. That was a very decent fuck," he said to me.

I moaned, my fingers still clawed on the sheets. I heard a soft, dry chuckle and my eyes fluttered open. The photographer had finished packing up. He grinned at me and began to take off his clothes as he came to the bed.

"S.O.P., around here," he said. "Standard Operating Procedure. I get to fuck the models as a bonus. You don't mind?"

I didn't care any longer, numb and dizzy with what Joe had done to me.

"Good," the photographer cackled. "And there's others, too, waiting, if you'll have them."

An hour later, I was still at it, this time with a young spot-boy, a teenager with a wiry body and long, thick cock in a room with four glass walls. I knew, instinctively, that even here I was being filmed. By now, I was totally spent, completely exhausted, drained, my limbs trembling. The photographer had fucked me for over half an hour. He, too, had a big cock and he had fucked me mercilessly in every orifice, even taking my ass.

Then the spot boy came in, turned me over, cleaned me up with a damp towel, gave me a drink. I felt better after that, and distinctly horny. The spot boy grinned at me and pushed his cock into my mouth and his tongue into my cunt. He fucked me rapidly, taking me twice before he was done, coming explosively in my slit.

"Enough."

I looked up with dull eyes. Hemant was moving towards me, concern on his face.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "Was it too much?"

I shook my head. "Yes . no . I don't know ." My speech sounded slurred and heavy.

"You'll have to learn to deal with that kind of demand, if you want to be in a decent grade here," he explained softly. "Do you understand me? If I wanted to fuck you now, I should have an immediate yes. Do you follow?"

I was too far gone to respond. Hemant snapped his fingers. Someone hurried forward with a drink in a plastic bottle. He pressed the tube straw between my lips.

"Here. Take this. It helps. And don't let it worry you. Many girls need it still, even after years here. It's no sign of failure."

I sipped the drink and closed my eyes and sank back into the pillows. There was a drug in the drink obviously. Slowly, it powered through my body and, ten minutes later, I was on fire again, my mind clear as a bell.

"I want to fuck," I heard myself say to Hemant, getting up and looking at him with a hunger glittering in my eyes. "Can I?" He chuckled. "Of course. We have someone waiting. Your very first client."

I was taken to a richly appointed suite. A stranger was waiting.

He smiled when he saw me. He was obviously rich and quite handsome. I couldn't have cared less if he was an ogre. I was burning with lust.

Within minutes, I was on my knees before the man, sucking it feverishly. The man groaned in pleasure as he fucked my face.

"Mm . yeh . fuck you're good, bitch . suck it! C'mon . suck it harder . oh fuck yes!" he gasped, pumping his hips to and fro, pushing his cock in and out of my distended face, rocking my head back and forth in one hand.

I moaned deep in my cock-filled throat, working his cock-head with my tongue, sucking sharply, letting go, sucking hard again. I loved sucking cock, and did it very well. The man gasped at my cunning and prowess. His cock spurted pre-cum gunk and I gasped, opening my mouth under his cock and letting him watch it spurt into my throat, spatter my breasts and face. He pushed my head away. I groaned and, moving to the bed, went down on my back, spreading my legs and clawing my cunt-lips open for him.

"Fuck me," I gasped. "Take me, lover! Fuck me hard! Do what you like with me! I'm want to be fucked!"

The man stared down at me. He was handsome and well-built, in his late thirties, obviously very rich.

"How old are you, bitch?" he said softly.

"Seventeen," I gasped. "Almost."

"My god," he breathed, a grin splitting his face as he moved up over me. "Oh my god."

I pushed my hand between their bodies and guiding his cock to my cunt. He paused and then, with soft cry, drove his cock deep into my cunt.

It took an hour for him to finish and then I was taken off.

Danny was with me when the manager, Santosh, asked me to confirm my willingness to join service. I agreed without hesitation and Danny smiled and kissed me.

The next day, I was told, I would have to do a screen test.

For a porn film. With a small smile, Santosh told me the salaries and perquisites I would get. My jaw dropped. It was more money each night, in the lowest grade, than my father made in a month. I could hardly wait to begin.

I returned home in an euphoric mood. I told my family that I got a job at the hotel in reservations. The hotel was well-known as among the city's finest, swankiest, most respectable business establishments. My parents were overjoyed. My father took us out to a restaurant to celebrate and my mother fed me sweetmeats in thanksgiving. If only they
knew.

The next day, Santosh escorted me to the sound-stage. There would be no client today, he said, since I was doing a screen test and that might require several takes. The clients would begin the next day when my evaluations came in, and the next week I did be asked to do a live show. I could refuse, of course - but no one did, he said with a hint of warning, implying that refusal would inevitably result in a lowering of my grades and consequently the money I made and the kind of client I was offered to.

"I hope you're not going to refuse?" he asked as they pushed through a padded door into a sound-proof, cavernous film-set.

I smiled. "No, I don't think so. I love fucking and I love being watched so that seems to be a good way to do it."

Santosh smiled. He was stocky, but handsome all the same. "You're lovely," he murmured. "Very lovely. We must fuck some time."

The screen test was a dream. I was alone on stage. First, one hugely endowed man fucked me, then another, then a third.

They looked like rough labourers or workmen, which they probably were. They had hard, lean, sinewy bodies. All three began in tight-fitting sleeveless under-vests, the kind that clung to their frames, necks scooping down low on their broad, deeply cleaved chests, and cut way in at the back. Even with them on, it was apparent that these were tough men. The exposed portions of their torsos were sexily hairless, with even their armpits shorn, and even under the vests, the hard ridges of musculature were apparent. Their trousers, when they came on, were baggy, but with prominent bulges in their crotches. They soon discarded these - but kept the vests on - and they wore nothing under them and their cocks were huge.

At the end, they took me together in my cunt and mouth and ass, fucking me slowly and heavily while I thrashed in a frenzy of delight between them, the magnificent penises sawing rhythmically and unhurriedly in and out of my orifices, plundering my flesh.

All three men came. There were no retakes and, as the lights died, the unit applauded. Danny, Santosh and Hemant came down to the set, grinning hugely.

"Well done, Sheetal," Danny said. "Congratulations. That was incredible."

I smiled at him. "What, did I make it?" Hemant laughed. "Ducky, you're one of the few to jump straight into the number four slot. Most first-time whore-cunts start at nine or ten."

"Yes, it's quite an achievement," Santosh chimed in. "The boss graded you himself. And that's really something."

"And that entitles you to a chauffeur-driven car and a flat of your own. If you want it. The chauffeur is a good fuck, incidentally."

I panicked. "No, no," I said. "No flat. No flat. I can't leave home."

"No sweat," Santosh said. "You don't have to take it. It's there when you want it. Take the car

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