"Eat it!" Katt squealed as her cunt spasmed. It felt like a sea of cum was pouring out of her.
Her slurping sounds filled the room.
Yet, for Katt, the climax was a pleasant tension reliever, not a grand slam orgasm as she had with a man. She closed her eyes and allowed the loving tongue of her servant to lap the juices from her. Slowly, Katt drifted into a twilight sleep. Gradually, she sank deeper and deeper.
Bhadra remained between her mem-sahib's legs, feasting on her pussy for a long, long time. Finally, her oral appetite appeased, she began to think of her bodily appetite. The servant crept out of the room.
In the kitchen, Bhadra plucked a long, wooden ladle with the thick handle out of its holder. Deliberately, she sat down in a chair and lifted her feet up on the table top, her legs spread lewdly wide, intent on satisfying herself. One swift movement of her hand and the scrumptious handle slid into her cunt with a squashing sound. Dreamily, she closed her eyes and hunched her hips. Back and forth her arm worked-faster and faster. Soon, she began to moan softly. Her fingers frigged her clit.
That's how Hazun found her when he entered the kitchen. Padding softly to her side, his dick growing by leaps and bounds, he grasped her hand.
Slowly, eyes locked with hers, he drew the handle out of her body and up to his mouth. Sticking out his tongue, Hazun licked the cunt jelly from the make-shift wooden phallus.
Eyes filled with surprise, Bhadra smiled at him. They had fucked many times, at meetings of the cult, but never privately. Reaching up, she undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. A full head shorter, she rose, tilted her head far back to look up at him, for he had stepped in close.
Hazun pressed his lips to hers. Then, he bent his knees until he was nearly squatting, and deftly guided his cock into her creamy slit. With one swift thrust, he entered her. He knew he could do it for her cunt had previously taken his huge cock easily. Bhadra was a good screw.
Sadly, she preferred sucking more than fucking, and Hazun was a pussy man.
Not having had such a great cock in her cunt for weeks, Bhadra bit off an ecstatic cry of pleasure. She did not wish to wake the mem-sahib now, with all this fun to be had with Hazun.
"The mem-sahib?" he grunted.
"Sleep. I sucked her to sleep."
"Ate her pussy?" Hornily, he withdrew and rammed back in again.
Bhadra grunted, nodded and groaned with rapture. "Yes, oh, yes, pack it high inside me!" Raising up on tiptoes, to get more leverage, Bhadra tried to match his thrusts.
"I love sucking pussy-sucking cock." She pouted, "The sahib has always kept my mouth and belly full until lately." Getting the hang of tallfucking, Bhadra worked her cunt on Hazun's dick.
"I like getting head-sometimes," Hazun admitted, wishing to please the woman he was fucking. "You can suck me off this first time if you wish.
Do you want to eat my cock?" His dark eyes gazed down at the Indian woman.
"Yes!"
Always a gentleman, and a man of his word, Hazun pulled out of Bhadra.
His cock was huge and red and throbbing wildly between his thighs.
The woman pulled her blouse and bra off. Scooping some soft butter from the dish on the table, she smeared it all over her hanging tits. Then, she lay down on the floor.
"Put your cock between my tits."
Hazun knelt over her and placed his pulsating prick in the deep valley.
This was going to be much better than a straight suck. He had a long enough cock to tit-fuck and get head at the same time.
Bhadra pressed her heavy bags tight against his penis. "Now, move back and forth." As his cock came forward, the head slid into Bhadra's ready mouth and she pursed her lips tight around it. Then she flicked her tongue across his piss slit.
Hazun gulped. He had been close to cumming. That was why he had told her she could give him head. It would give him a calming space. He always lasted longer when being fellated. Usually.
Bhadra held her buttery, hot, soft tits tight around his cock. Through her flesh, she could feel the lurches and pulsations of his humongous organ. Secretly, she had a fascination for Hazun. She wanted to please him so much that he would be impressed with her talents and would want to see more of her. Perhaps, they would even become close.
Another suck and Hazun groaned. This was terrific! Her tits and mouth almost felt better than a cunt. In and out he shoved.
"Fuck your tits… fuck your mouth…" he muttered, grasping her nipples and rolling them between thumb and index finger. Mindful of her pleasure, Hazun reached behind him, found her clit and manipulated it with the fingers of one hand while continuing to work her nipple with the other.
The woman's abandoned sucking and louder moans told Hazun she was as close as he was to orgasm. He used his free hand to pry her tits apart enough to allow him to insert a good seven inches of his prong in her mouth. Then, he began to fuck her face and tits in frantic earnest. He wanted to cum!
Even his balls were in her opulent tit valley now. He found it most exciting that the mouth he was fucking was a mouth that had just finished sucking the golden pussy of the mem-sahib.
Suddenly, Hazun felt Bhadra raise her legs high against his back. Her ass began to squirm all over the floor. Hazun slid his thumb under her asshole, and one finger into her cunt while teasing her clit with another.
Bhadra went wild. Suddenly things went jet black. She didn't realize it was because she had squeezed her eyes too tight in rapture. The floor tilted beneath her and seemed to spin. Bhadra came and came and came!
The suction pressure of her mouth was unbearable to Hazun. The Indian filled her mouth. White-hot spunk kept gushing out of him until he thought it would never stop. As fast as Bhadra swallowed to empty her mouth, he pumped it full again.
Meanwhile, at the dig site, Ted was approached by Chandpur.
"May I have a word with you, privately, sir?"
The 'sir', instead of 'sahib', should have tipped Ted off, but he had a lot on his mind. As busy and distracted as he was, Ted nevertheless nodded. "Shall we walk over to the tent?" He moved away with the lanky Indian right beside him. As they made their way across the scorching sand, Ted was only vaguely aware that there was something different in the man's demeanour.
"You sent a message to Delhi."
That got Ted's full attention. Wondering how in the hell Chandpur had found out about that, Ted stared at the worker. Now, he noticed that there was definitely something different about Chandpur. Was it his taller, prouder stance? Perhaps the alert look on his face?
"You are wondering how I know of this."
It was not a question, but Ted answered anyway.
"Among other things-yes." They entered the tent.
Chandpur smiled. "I am what you call in your country, a government agent. My people contacted me about your concerns, of which you had already made me-and the other-aware." He handed Ted his I.D. card to examine.
Ted pursed his lips and drew in his breath. "For a government spy, you sure had me fooled. However, I'm glad you are here. Someone else has me fooled too. Apparently, there is another spy in camp besides yourself."
"I am aware of that. What has made you aware of it?"
"Someone has informed Beal that we had unearthed skeletons. My wife tried to convince him that it was untrue. I doubt she succeeded. I don't trust the man. Having received no response from Delhi, I had no idea how to proceed."
"Delhi is aware that Hunter Beal has spies everywhere. They did not wish a message to you to be intercepted by one of his people. There are three of his men right here in your camp. They are being paid by Beal to inform on you."
Ted broke in with, "My God! Who are they?"
"It is best you do not know. A look, a word, could tip them off to your knowledge, and make the job of catching Beal in the act of smuggling impossible. Be assured, our people have Beal under close surveillance every moment."
"Then why did they let him fence the bones he took from me without arresting him?" Ted demanded.
"We are dealing with a smart man. He did not try to take them from our country. We have only to stall-give him enough time, a big enough treasure, and he will try to smuggle it out of India. Then, we will have him."
"In the meantime, I'm losing everything I've worked for. My finds will be sold in every direction and I'll have no valid proof that I ever discovered a lost Dravidian tribe."
Chandpur smiled. "Not to worry. You see, those that buy stolen goods are in violation of the law of India. The artifacts he sold have been confiscated from the purchasers by our people. Your bones are safe in Delhi, being held there for evidence until Beal is in custody."
Ted threw back his head and laughed heartily, happily. "Chandpur, I've got to hand it to you, you are a wily devil."
"Do not praise me too loud," the other cautioned. "The three informers believe I am one of them. In fact, I am the informer who told Beal about the bones. It was that, or blow my cover. Besides, it is perfect bait to trap Beal with."
Ted choked, his eyes bugged.
"Some way, we must let Beal get his hands on the skeletal bones."
"No!"
"Easy, man… listen to me. From his home, one hour ago, Beal made a telephone call to a museum in the eastern United States. They agreed to purchase the skeletons-sight unseen-for a fabulous sum. He has arranged to deliver them. Yet, he has no idea where they are. He believes you have cached them in the sand. As you know, he has questioned all the workers. Thank God none of the other informers knew…"
"Do you?" Ted was stunned at the man's knowledge. How in the hell did he come up with the information so fast?
Chandpur's eyes sparkled. I trust you and your wife slept well last night? If not, I could certainly understand why." The beginning of a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Damn! I'll bet you even know why we went to bed so late," Ted laughingly protested.
"Actually, I do. You see, Bhadra is my sister."
The shock of it hit Ted full force and a betraying blush darkened his skin. Jesus Christ! He had been fucking the man's sister everyway from Sunday! She had sucked Katt off! Totally flustered, Ted wondered if his ayah had informed her brother of all this. Was everybody a fucking spy?
Could no one be trusted?
"Ahhh, you are embarrassed," Chandpur's hand clapped Ted on the shoulder then quickly dropped away before someone saw the comradely gesture.
"Do not let it trouble you." His expression stilled and his voice softened in secret. "My sister works for me, yes. She informs me of matters of interest to me… nothing more. Her life is her own-private."
Chandpur cleared his throat. "I only knew of your whereabouts last night, because Bhadra happened to mention that she was attending a meeting of the cult."
Ted looked at him enigmatically. "And, you just happened to know we were members, too."
A flash of humour crossed Chandpur's face. "Actually, I knew you were a member." His mouth twitched in amusement.
Ted's chuckle was dry and cynical sounding. "And my wife?"
With a trace of laughter in his voice now, Chandpur replied, "Is about to become a member quicker than any other woman in history. I hear the High Principal of Desire wanted her so bad that he waved the sperm ritual. Can't say I blame him."
Exasperated, Ted swore. "To hell with it, man. Is there anything you don't know?"
Still casually amused, Chandpur replied, "No." Then, needled, "I even know that you had one wild, lurching ride home last night." He swung around and strode out of the tent.
Watching him shuffle away, looking for all the world as if he had just been upbraided, Ted stood stark still in the middle of the tent.
Thoughts whirled in his head. Eventually, he shook himself out of it.
There was no time to stand and stare into space. There was work to be done.
As Ted walked back to the trench, he couldn't make up his mind if he was comforted by Chandpur's presence, or annoyed. For all his nose-tothe-grindstone manner, Chandpur sure had a line of information better than any grapevine in existence. How?
Sighing, Ted decided it was a damn good thing the man was on his side.
Otherwise, Ted felt certain he would have been reaching up to touch bottom by now. Devious minds baffled Ted. He was a straightforward kind of guy, and this cloak and dagger stuff was beyond him.
As usual, on the drive home, Sandor took off like a jet. Over the noise of the jeep's rattles and groans, he managed to shout, "Chandpur asked me to give you a message."
Ted's left brow quirked upward, "What is it?"
Foot jammed to the floor, hair wildly tangling in the breeze, Sandor yelled his reply.
"Beal plans a raid on the camp tonight. Bury the bodies in an obvious spot. Then, he said that someone would keep Beal occupied for at least two hours after dark so you can do your work. He said that you wished me to treat a certain five men to a night in town, so they would not bother you either. I have already invited them-at his insistence. Did I do right?"
Ted nodded. "Yes." He dug into his pocket, pulled out some money and handed it to Sandor. "This should be enough to keep them occupied.
You're driving. Don't drink more than a couple. I don't want you smashing yourself up on the way home."
"I will only pretend to drink. Chandpur says I must keep my ears wide.
Men talk when their tongues loosen."
"Good man!"
"I would like to take Hazun with me."
"No. He is no longer in Beal's employ and Beal's stooges are aware of that by now. Another time-when this is over, you and Hazun can have many evenings to enjoy yourselves. Right now, getting Beal out of our hair is our number one priority. Agreed?"
"Agreed." Somehow, Sandor found another inch of pedal and they shot ahead, leaving a trail of dust and sand that would take an hour to settle.
Awake and freshly bathed when Ted arrived, Katt met him at the door with a welcoming kiss. Although his kiss was sweet and lingering, she noted that it lacked his usual passion. Feeling his body tense as a countdown against her own, alerted Katt to trouble. Her pleasure quickly turned to concern.
Drawing back, Katt eyed her husband critically. His lean, strong face was strained across the cheeks, drawing his mouth into a thin, tight line. Something was wrong!
"What is it, darling? What's happened?" Her heart lurched sickeningly in her chest.
"Let's have a drink. We have to talk, baby."
"Want a wash-up first?"
"No. I have to go back."
He looked tired. Without argument, Katt nodded. Ted working overtime was easier to take, now that they had a good loving, sexual relationship between them. Still, she was troubled because he was pushing himself so hard.
"I'll just be a moment." It made her ache inside to see Ted's face so terribly serious. What on earth was wrong? She asked Bhadra to bring whisky and soda to the living room. Then, she rejoined Ted.
In as few words as possible, Ted told his wife about Chandpur, his message and the efforts being made to trap Hunter Beal.
"A government man, here in camp all the time? I'm so relieved that Beal's thievery is not going to deprive you of your work, darling." She gave him an enthusiastic hug. "That part was hard for me to swallow."
"There is that, if Chandpur is to be believed," Ted admitted. "The thing that worries me is, if I hand Beal the skeletons on a silver platter, and then there is a slip-up and he gets away…"
With an inward tremor, Katt continued to display confidence for Ted's sake. "From what you tell me of Chandpur, I don't see how Beal could put much over on the man."
Ted jerked to his feet and paced the floor. "We'd better haul them out from under the bed."
Following her husband to the bedroom, Katt slid her arms around his waist.
"Darling, let me drain your tensions, calm you down. You know you need it."
Ted stroked her hair. Between his legs, his cock remained limp and lifeless. In his mood, an erection would be impossible.
"Bhadra drained my tensions this afternoon," Katt whispered to her husband. She felt his cock twitch. "She bathed me, and then she laid between my legs and sucked me off. She was still lapping the cream out of me when I drifted off to sleep." Perching on the edge of the bed Katt opened her husband's fly. His cock was rapidly growing to full erection.
Caught off guard again by his unpredictable wife, too amazed to offer any objection, Ted let her have her way, Her diversionary tactics, if that's what they were, were working. Tomorrow's cloud no longer hung heavily over today's sunshine. His cock stiffened greedily. Ted slid his fingers into his wife's golden tresses and guided her mouth to his crotch.
Lovingly holding her husband's prick in her hand, Katt licked it all over. When droplets of pre-cum formed on the piss hole, she licked them off, savouring the salty taste. Her juicy tongue teased the flange of his cockhead until his prick was fully erect and the head had turned an angry purple.
Ted tasted sweaty and smelled musky. Katt breathed deep, filling her nostrils with his heady scent. Salaciously, she laved saliva all over his love-pole and then she pressed it up against his belly, raising his balls. Katt used her tongue to gently lick his nuts.
"Ahh, ah! Yes, baby! You knew what I needed. You understood. Eat 'em!
Eat 'em!" Ted strained into her.
Even though Katt would have loved to have a cock in her mouth while she was eating his balls, she knew that Ted needed this. So, she devoted her efforts to him, foregoing her own needs for the moment.
Flipping around on the bed on her back, head hanging over the edge, Katt reached up for her husband's meaty sac.
"Pull your dick, love." She opened her mouth and sucked his left nut in, working it around in her mouth.
"Yeah, baby. I like you to mouth my nuts."
Katt ran her free hand back between Ted's legs. She spit out his ball so she could talk.
"Lean over me, Ted. Rub your prick over my tits as you jerk off."
Ted leaned forward, bracing himself with one stiffened arm. He jerked her blouse open and her bra up around her neck.
Lapping at his balls, Katt now had room to dig her fingers into his ass. When she did, Ted groaned. She teased his ass with her fingertips while continuing to suck his balls.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my balls, just like that! Lick my balls! You knew what l needed, lover!" He humped her finger and mashed his roiling balls against her lips.
Ted's knockers were heavy now, filled with cum. Katt squeezed them and rolled them with her fingers. In and out her finger flew, teasing him everywhere.
Listening to the obscene grunting sounds her husband was making deep in his throat, turned Katt's cunt into a cauldron of boiling juices.
Highly turned on, she wanted to be fucked. Her mouth sucked harder on Ted's fast-tightening nuts. She could feel his hand jerking his cock against her tits with hard pulls. He was going to cum!
Katt grasped both his nuts, and compliantly pulled down. With practiced wrist work, she squeezed the loaded balls, all in one smooth, delicate maneuver.
"That's it, baby! Work 'em! You know what I need now! Get ready, I'm gonna cum baby! Cum on your tits!"
"Squirt it on them, darling!" Katt cried, frantically twisting and plunging her finger in her husband's anus.
"Pump it out, darling!" she cried, working his balls as he asked.
Ted rammed his cock at her tits and gave a bellow. The orgasm rattled his bones. Like a volcano, his cock erupted thick lava that rolled down her tits and gathered in the valleys of her body.
Katt's cunt was on fire. Her face was a mask of desire.
Pushing off his wife, Ted dipped a cloth in water and gently wiped her tits clean. He used the same rag to cleanse his prick before zipping up.
Lifting Katt into his arms, Ted kissed her. "Thanks, baby. I feel like a heel, getting off and then leaving you in need. I just can't go again. How would it be if I send Hazun in to screw you? You like his big cock. It's nearly dark. I've got to get back to the site."
"I'll come with you."
"No. You stay here… with Hazun." His gaze slid over her body. "I love you, baby. Let him fuck you, satisfy you. You need it!" He kissed her again.
Katt's heart jolted and her pulse pounded. "I'm okay. Let me come with you."
"No need. Sandor and I can handle it alone." Something intense flared in his eyes. He laid Katt back on the bed. Tenderly, he pulled her blouse aside and her bra further up so her tits were in full, glorious view. "You want him?"
"Yes…" It came out breathless and eager.
"Sandor! Hazun! Come into the bedroom."
Both men stepped through the door, saw Katt on the bed and got hard-ons instantly.
"Load the skeletons on the jeep, please," Ted said, pleased at their instant response to his wife's body.
After the jeep was loaded, Ted turned to Hazun. "My wife is horny. I am relying on you to satisfy her craving. Fuck her until she's had enough."
Before the jeep was rolling, Hazun was back in the house, charging into the bedroom.
Katt sat up and looked at him. "Ted didn't mean to order you to fuck me, Hazun!"
He nodded, stripping his clothes off as fast as he could.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to."
He laughed. "I want to-bad." He strode to the bed, his meat swinging between his legs like an obscene billy club.
"How do you want my cock, mem-sahib?"
Katt turned and landed on all fours. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "I want all of you to mount me from behind, Hazun. But lick me first to get it good and wet."
At one point, Katt was sure he was going to cum while he was licking her snatch. Hazun really got into it.
Hazun kissed her lovely cunt and rimmed it with his tongue.
Katt kept begging the Indian to fuck her, but Hazun knew she loved him kissing her too.
"Now, now! I need it!" Katt cried, her back humping up and down madly.
Unbearably aroused, Hazun gave in. Quickly, he mounted her from behind.
Cheek against the bed, butt in the air, Katt used her fingers to spread her cunt lips open to receive the thick dick in her craving love pocket. Tremors of delight raced down her spine as she poised there, waiting penetration.
"Oh, yes," she cried as the randy Hazun entered her a little swifter than he usually did. He was hot!
Hazun's heart drummed as he watched his long, dark cock sink to the hilt in the mem-sahib's pink love hole and slither in and out in obscene fornication.
"I love your ass!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me deep, Hazun! Yes… make me cum! Faster, lover! Fuck me faster! My husband made me so hot for your dick!" Katt's fingers flew over her clit.
She thought about sucking Ted's cock-eating his balls the way he loved them eaten. How exciting it would be if she had his balls in her mouth right now!
Hazun doubled his speed. He thrust deeper, drove Katt higher and higher until desire raged through her like a forest fire in high wind.
Abruptly, her orgasm exploded and boiling juices spewed out of her. Her convulsing sex muscles snapped tight on Hazun's prick.
"Yeeeeeowwww!" he cried, driving it right to the hilt and spraying her all full of cum.
Neither of them were satisfied with one fuck or one orgasm. They kept moving.
"Fuck me, Hazun. Drill me good. I want you to fuck my butt forever."
Her hips humped and she rocked back and forth on his impaling shaft.
All at once, Bhadra was there, on the bed, her head beneath Katt's breasts, sucking them eagerly.
"My ayah… you darling girl. That's it, oh, yes. Good…"
Behind her, Hazun watched his dick pull his sperm out of the memsahib's pussy and push it back in again. The highly erotic scene drove Hazun to ream her out faster. His hands massaged and worked Katt's hips for awhile. Then, he began to run his hands over her gold hair, which caused his cock to lurch inside her.
As Bhadra sucked her tits, the mem-sahib's actions became more frantic.
She rode Hazun's cock harder and faster. His balls began to slap her cunt. Hazun began to shake and shiver.
"Pump me! Suck me! Fuck me hard! Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" Katt heaved, choked and closed her eyes dizzily as an orgasm ripped through her.
The smell of sex filled the room. Brow beaded with perspiration, Katt lay on her back gazing at Hazun and Bhadra. She was amazed to discover that his prick was still at full stand. Apparently, he had not ejaculated.
Her ayah's eyes were filled with lust as she stroked Hazun's pecker.
She glanced hopefully at the mem-sahib.
"You wished to watch the sahib fuck me. Do you wish to watch Hazun screw me, now?"
The question was direct and to the point. Katt perked up instantly.
"Yes, yes I would!" She had visualized, in her mind many times, what an exciting spectacle she must make as a man screwed her. Now, she was finally going to witness the copulation act at close range. Although she had watched Hazun at the meeting screwing a woman, Katt had been unable to see the actual joining of their sex organs.
Pulling herself up against the headboard, Katt prepared to observe for the first time in her life. As a sexual spectator she supposed this made her a voyeur of sorts. Her pussy began to twitch as her ayah climbed up on the bed and turned so that her bottom was in full view of her mistress. Katt gazed at the wet, dark pussy fringe. She reached out and ran a finger over her ayah's creamy slit.
Bhadra wriggled to show her appreciation for the mem-sahib's touch.
Katt stiffened her middle finger and leisurely and purposefully pushed it into Bhadra's cunt. It was hot and wet and she twisted her finger inside the swampy pit.
"Ahhh… Open my cunt up… ready it for his big prick, mem-sahib.
Use your fingers, spread me wide open for that huge cock."
Flushed and pleased, Katt felt her body respond wetly and glanced at Hazun.
He grinned and came onto the bed on his knees, behind Bhadra. Holding his cock in his hand, the Indian aimed the bloated head at the cunt that Katt's finger was still drilling.
Obligingly, Katt removed her finger and spread her ayah's lips wide.
"No. Let me hold her open," Hazun suggested, his big fingers gently taking over from Katt. "I believe you would, mem-sahib, enjoy guiding my prick into her cunt hole-would you not?"
"Oh, yes, Hazun!" Heart pounding fast, her cunt spasming crazily now, Katt lifted the huge tool. The smoking prick pulsed in her hand. Katt drilled the head into her ayah's creamy, gaping hole. She held on to the thick sausage until it could sink no deeper, then moved her hand and watched it sink deeper inside the soft tissue.
When it slithered back out, it was all gooey with Bhadra's cunt cum.
Katt slid her fingers lovingly over it, then smelled them. She mewled at the delightful musk of her servant's cunt. Fascinated, madly excited and aroused, Katt watched Hazun's big dick plow in and out of the Indian woman's pussy hole. All at once, she felt Hazun drawing her against him with his right arm and his left hand slip between her thighs. His long finger slid into her cunt and his thumb manipulated her clit.
"Your golden pussy arouses me," he moaned, cupping her whole mound in his hand and frantically working his stiff middle finger inside her.
"Watching you fuck my ayah excites me, Hazun!" she gasped quivering.
Bhadra humped and cried, "Fuck my hole, you giant! Give me and the memsahib a thrill!"
Tingling and riled up, Katt watched Hazun's huge rod plow in and out.
She hunched his finger in the same rhythm.
"I want to eat your pussy!" Hazun gasped to Katt. "I want to eat it and fuck it at the same time!"
All Katt's senses responded to him. She felt a thrill at seeing his plunging cock, a thrill at feeling his thrusting fingers in her cunt.
She also felt a thrill at hearing his lewd talk, couple with Bhadra's cries of pleasure. The smell of their hot set filled her nostrils.
There was only one of her senses left to be fulfilled. Taste.
Voice cracking with lust, Katt begged, "Pull your prick out of her. Let me taste it!"
Boiling, Hazun withdrew his dong and offered it to the mem-sahib.
Delirious, Katt opened her mouth and sucked on it, savouring the slightly bitter, pungent taste of sex.
"Mem-sahib, I'm going to cum," the servant moaned and jerked his cock out of her hot, sucking mouth. He shot his dick back into Bhadra's cunt. In a mad flurry of thrusts, geared at getting the woman off, he grunted and came inside Bhadra's cunt.
Bhadra kept crying out. Writhing hard in orgasm, her huge, swinging mammaries jiggled provocatively.
Katt was now sobbing with desire. Hazun pressed her back on the bed.
Leaning sideways, cock still imbedded in Bhadra, he contorted his body enough to clamp his mouth over Katt's cunt even as his cock was still pumping sperm into Bhadra.