Chapter 3: The Heart of a Whore

“Come on, Baban ... lick my slit ... fuck me with your tongue!” The teenager’s voice was husky and sibilant, deeply erotic.

The darkly handsome, hard-bodied youth smiled down at the lovely, dusky eighteen-year-old girl sprawled wantonly before him. Her body was luscious, already ripened into womanhood, with large breasts and flared hips. Her belly was firm and flat, her arms and legs smooth and slender. Her face was sensuous, slightly heavy-lipped and fleshy-nosed, but sexy all the same. Her eyes were large and dark, rimmed with kajal, and her hair was thick and long, twisted into a long braid. Baban liked his women earthy and sensual.

The young servant smiled and thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja gasped softly and arched her back in pleasure. His tongue rippled down her sodden cunt-lips and through moist flesh within. It felt wonderful. Anuja spread her legs still wider and, gripped his head in her crotch, her hips raised high. His tongue swirled through her cunt-flesh and flickered against her gorged clitoris. She moaned softly. He slid his hands up to her turgid breasts and squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples. Anuja sighed in pleasure, writhing on the bed. His tongue jabbed into her cunt and she gasped loudly, arching her back.

“Ohh! OH! Oh yes! Yes! Ohh! Unhhh! Ohhhh!”

Her face flipped languorously from side to side, her lips parted in a gentle ‘O’ of pleasure. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed as though she was being fucked, and her large breasts jiggled erotically. She squeezed them in rising excitement, moaning with pleasure.

Three months earlier, a virgin then, she offered herself to Baban on a hot afternoon when she was alone at home. Her father was at work, and her mother was at a ladies’ luncheon. Anuja was feeling sexy and she lay in bed, masturbating gently and unhurriedly with a large, long white radish. She slid the vegetable gently in and out of her cunt and wondered what it would ... feel like to have a real penis in her flesh. If only there was a man available...

The realisation hit her suddenly and she stopped. Baban. Of course. Baban was available. He was in the house, and they were alone. Anuja’s pulse quickened. For a second, she hesitated, pondering the risks and the consequences if they were caught. But her sexuality would not be denied. It was high time she had a lover. And Baban had entered her fantasies frequently.

Anuja’s knowledge of sex came from biology textbooks and her father’s sex manuals she read surreptitiously when her parents were out of the house. Since fourteen, when she discovered her sexuality, she had experimented with herself, masturbating daily, often several times a day, with a number of household objects: hairbrushes, toothbrushes, bananas, vegetables -- cucumbers, gourds, the long white radishes -- the handles of the wooden clothes-paddle handle and her tennis racquets; anything served. She had a vivid imagination and fantasised constantly. No matter how often she masturbated, it was never enough; the sense of dissatisfaction persisted. She longed for the real thing.

Abandoning the radish, her heart racing with excitement, Anuja got up. She knotted her hair quickly behind her head and, for a second, debated what to wear. Looking around, she spotted her tennis gear, and grinned in delight. Quickly, she slipped into her white cotton T-shirt and short tennis skirt, deliberately abjuring all underwear. She braided her hair and, holding her shoes in one hand, her racquets in the other, she twirled before her full-length mirror. The T-shirt was translucent and her breasts and nipples and aureoles were clearly visible. Her breasts bounced as she moved and she thought it very erotic. Bending over, she smiled at her reflection as she saw her skirt slide up her thighs and reveal her buttocks and naked cunt beneath. Perfect. Baban would not be able to resist her.

He was in the hall, sweeping the floor on his haunches when she entered and dumped her sports bag on the sofa seat. For a moment, she looked at him with a rush of pleasure. He moved smoothly and easily in the difficult position, crabbing across the floor, the muscles rippling in his thighs and shoulders. He wore a tight white vest and baggy shorts. He looked up at her, and she saw the swift intake of breath.

“I’m going to the club. Tennis,” she murmured, eyeing him lasciviously.

He stared at her and nodded slowly. She turned her back and bent forward at the waist over the back of the couch to pick up her bag, her feet spread apart. Her skirt slid up, high over her hips, and she heard him gasp when he saw her naked buttocks and thighs, the puckered darkness of her anus, the bewitching fuzz of her cunt. With her legs spread, her cunt-lips opened slightly, and he could even see the tender flesh within. She paused for the merest fraction of a second, letting him have a good look. The swish of his broom stopped. There was utter silence. The broom clattered to the floor. Anuja didn’t move.

Suddenly, she gasped. Baban’s hands slid up her legs and over her buttocks. She wanted to turn and look at him, but held herself back. A soft rustle, a snap, and then she bit her lower lip and felt dizzy with excitement. A thick, long, hard thing was pressing between her buttocks and thighs, moving to her cunt. His cock! Anuja had never seen a real cock before. She tensed. The heat was intense and overpowering. It pressed to her cunt-lips. His hands pushed her T-shirt up under her arms and roved over her breasts. They were hard and swollen with excitement, her nipples erect. She held still.

And then the heat of his cock burst into her cunt, and she cried out, her head snapping up, her face contorting in an explosion of pleasure. His penis surged powerfully into her flesh, and his fingers crushed her breasts. Anuja dug her fingers into the upholstery and moaned, her head jerking up, her mouth opening in a wide ‘O’ of lust. She did not tell him it was her first. Time. Her head swam with excitement. She was being laid! At last, she was being fucked! The young servant flexed his buttocks, and his hot, hard penis drove deeper into her cunt. Anuja gasped and cried out, her cunt contracting and convulsing frantically on his penis. Baban groaned in excitement.

“Ohhhh fuck yes!” he gasped softly. “Ohhhhh yes! Ohhh god yes!”

The servant fucked her hungrily, rapidly, and hard. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt and then began to rock his hips swiftly, running it greedily in and out of her flesh. Anuja gasped and cried out, rocking back and forth under him. His cock felt wonderful, better than she had imagined. It was hot and hard, and it mashed her gorged clitoris in its passage. Faster and faster he went, plunging into her sodden cunt-flesh. Anuja began to orgasm helplessly. Baban gasped, flinging his head back, holding her hips and jerking her cunt up and down on his shaft, squeezing her swinging, swollen breasts feverishly. His cries rang in her ears.

“Ohhh uhhh yes uhhhh ohhh uhh hanh ... uhhh ... c’mon Anu take it! Take my cock! C’mon ... Ohhhh uhhh yes!”

The vulgarities aroused her, and she whimpered in pleasure and rocked back and forth under his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace swinging against her chin. His thighs slapped softly at her buttocks as the swollen penis sawed rhythmically in and out of her flesh.

On and on he went, driving his penis in and out of her cunt, his thighs pummelling her buttocks, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging and rocking back and forth, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the sweet curves of her buttocks. At last, moaning, Baban lost control. He drove deep into her with a rasping cry, ramming himself into her flesh, making her cry out, and then, buried deep in her spasming cunt-flesh, his buttocks twitching and flexed taut, his cock throbbing furiously, he came. Anuja moaned in joy as she felt the sharp Sting of his spoot in her cunt-flesh. Baban groaned and emptied himself, jet after jet of jizz spurting into her hot flesh. Slowly, he eased himself out of her. Anuja stayed bent over, panting and gasping with excitement, her body burning with lust.

At last, she straightened and turned to face him. His face was grey with tension and nervousness, fear of the consequences of what he had done. Anuja smiled slowly, seductively, and, stretching out her hand, pulled him to her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her face close to his. “That was wonderful.”

Baban looked relieved.

“There’s something you should know,” she said, her lips fluttering against his. “That was my first time. I’ve never been fucked before.”

Baban’s eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

“Really,” she smiled. “It was. I just knew about it, and I’ve wanted it, and I’ve been masturbating, so I knew what to expect, but it was my first time even so.”

Baban’s eyes were full of wonder and surprise.

“It is wrong,” he said softly. “You were wonderful -- but it is wrong.”

“Why?”

He smiled. “The first time should have been different, special,” he said. “Not like this. Forgive me, please.”

Anuja kissed him gently. “Don’t say that,” she murmured. “It was very good for me.”

He shook his head and, sliding his hands up her T-shirt to cup her breasts, found her nipples still hard with excitement. He kissed her slowly, his tongue slipping between her lips. Anuja’s tongue met his and their kiss deepened and she squirmed erotically against him.

“I want you,” she gasped. “I want you again.”

“Let me fuck you properly this time. As it should be.”

Anuja smiled, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Baban.”

“Like a whore. Say it.”

“God, yes. Fuck me ... fuck me like a whore, Baban!”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. They moved to the living room, and, on the soft Persian rug in the centre of the room, for the next hour or more, Baban fucked Anuja slowly and relentlessly, taking her repeatedly. forcing her from one orgasm to another.

It was the most wonderful time she had known. Baban was an experienced, adroit lover and a good teacher. Anuja orgasmed more often than she could remember as he fucked her mouth, her breasts, and her cunt repeatedly in a variety of positions. When he licked her slit, she went wild with excitement, gasping and thrashing and writhing, crushing her breasts erotically, her body jerking and lurching as though under a man’s thrusts. Anuja couldn’t get enough of it. When he stopped, she groaned and flung herself at him, burying her face in his crotch, sucking his cock furiously. He groaned and exploded in her face, making her moan as the hot seed splashed into her mouth and over her face and breasts.

Then he fucked her again, and yet again. Finally, fucking her slowly and deeply on her back on the living room floor, his penis gliding gently in and out of her cunt, then going faster and faster and faster till he was ramming and reaming violently in and out of her flesh. Anuja responded like a thoroughbred, with a natural instinct and arched in joy when he came at last, his head snapping back, his penis buried deep in her flesh, spurting heat into her cunt.

For the next two months, they fucked at least once a day, whenever they could. He coached her gently. Intelligent, sensitive, and imaginative, she learned well and soon reached the stage where she could push him to his limits.

Baban loved her passionately. Anuja never tired of his companionship, and cherished the long afternoons when they could be together, exploring each other’s bodies in every conceivable way, constantly searching for new heights of pleasure. He taught her to enjoy sodomy, and, willing pupil that she was, Anuja did not hesitate. The first butt-fuck was exquisite, an erotic, heady mixture of sharp pain that dwindled in seconds to be replaced with intense, dizzying pleasure. She loved it and, after that, insisted on it every time he fucked her.

Now Baban lifted his head from her crotch and smiled as she moaned softly in pleasure. She looked lovely, naked except for her gold necklace, bangles, earrings, finger-rings, and the small stud in her left nostril. Very sexy. He rose to his knees, and she turned around and pushed her face between his thighs and began sucking his penis greedily. He grunted in pleasure and fucked her face unhurriedly, moving her head back and forth with one hand, pumping his hips.

“Mmmm ... yes ... take it ... that’s nice ... suck it, Anu-bitch ... suck it ... yeh ... like that ... Ohhh yes ... suck it harder, whore ... come on!”

Anuja loved the dirty talk. It turned her on. She sucked her servant’s penis harder, using her tongue on the cock-head adroitly, relishing the musky odour and tang of his pre-cum gunk. He flung his head back and moaned softly, his cock spurting beads of pre-cum jizz, and, smiling happily, she licked and swallowed them. He groaned and rocked her head between his legs, fucking her face with immense pleasure. His cock filled her mouth and distended her face. She swirled her tongue cunningly around the cock-head in her mouth. He pushed her head away after several minutes.

They fucked slowly. She went down on her back and, leaning over her, he squeezed his penis slowly into her body. Anuja murmured in pleasure, arching under him, caressing his bulging biceps and taut, flexing buttocks as he pumped his hips rhythmically up and down. He kissed her gently, his tongue slithering between her lips.

“Hey, whore,” he murmured, his tongue in her ear.

“Mm, what?” Anuja craned her neck and sucked gently on his dark nipple.

“Want some excitement?”

“This is exciting.”

“More exciting.”

“Like what?”

“Like fucking some of my friends.”

She stopped moving under him and looked at him silently.

“What did you say?”

“My mates. They want to fuck you, too.”

“You’ve ... you’ve told them about us?”

“Of course.”

She smiled suddenly, her eyes dancing with excitement at the prospect. imagining what it would be like to have strangers using her body.

“Would you like me to?”

“Yeah.”

“Are they as sexy as you?”

“Sexier.”

“Bigger cocks?”

“And better. Hot studs.”

“How many?”

He grinned. “Three, maybe four. You could fuck a couple of guys together. That’s good to watch.”

“Together?”

“Yeah. In your cunt and mouth. Even, maybe, your cunt and ass?”

“Together?” she gasped. “At the same time?”

“Sure, why not? You can do it and the broads all say it feels great, having two cocks like sawing in and out of your cunt and ass all at once.”

“Oh god, Baban!” Anuja moaned.

“What say, bitch? You game?”

She grinned, her eyes dancing, and, stopping him, rolled him over onto his back and straddled his hips, her cunt impaled on his penis. She bent and kissed him, her tongue deep in his mouth, her breasts hot on his chest.

“Yes,” she said. “Call them. I’ll fuck them all.”

The next afternoon, Anuja’s delight was beyond imagination. Baban brought up four friends, two servants, a chauffeur, and a cook. They were all handsome, virile youths with hard bodies and satisfyingly large penises. The chauffeur was Anand, the cook Ratanlal. Hemant and Laxman were the two servants.

Anuja was wearing a long transparent white kurta and matching salwar. Under it, she wore only a tight, small bra that barely covered her nipples and nothing else. The kurta was cut tight and close, and her breasts strained at the material. Her nipples and the dark aureoles were clearly visible. Between her thighs, the dark shadow of her crotch tempted the men’s hungry eyes.