The young woman gasped, her naked body steeply arched. Her breasts
were swollen turgid and they thrust upward as her back bowed. Her
hands flew up to clench the wrought-iron bedposts. Her face jerked to
one side and her mouth opened in an ululating moan. Her hips quivered
and lurched.

Leaning over her on outstretched arms, the handsome youth groaned and,
flexing his buttocks, squeezed his distended penis slowly into her
cunt. Under him, the naked girl cried out, her face contorting in a
rictus of lust.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Ohhh yes! Yes! Ohhhh god, yes!”

The youth’s penis slid deeper, disappearing inexorably into her
frantically convulsing cunt. The woman moaned and began to gasp erotic
obscenities.

“Ohhhh yes!” she cried. “Fuck me … fuck me hard … give it to me
… give me your cock … I want it … Ohhhh yes! Shove it in, lover!
Fuck me hard!”

Goaded by her words, the youth chuckled softly and jammed his cock
deep into her cunt, making her gasp loudly in pleasure and surprise.

“Take it, bitch!” he rasped. “Take it all!”

He began to fuck her powerfully, with smooth, rapid thrusts. His cock
pistoned in and out of her cunt and she whimpered joyously under him,
her body jerking with his thrusts. Clenching his arms, wrapping her
legs about his hips, she moved eagerly under him.

“Yes! Ohhh god yes … fuck me … fuck me hard, Deepak Ohhhhh yes …
that’s it … Mmmm yes … do it lover! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a
whore!”

Anita was a stenographer, and Deepak, the young man fucking her was
one of the office-boys, what they call a peon in India — the guys who
kept the office clean, delivered messages, stood in line to pay phone
bills, really did the dirty hard work that nobody else wanted to do.
Their lives were hard, and it showed on their bodies: they were
usually lean and muscular and darkened by the sun. Anita thought they
were very sexy. She especially liked the fact that they didn’t have
too much body hair. She liked to feel the contours of her lovers’
bodies — not have it hidden in a mattress of fur. Who wants to fuck
an ape? she often said to herself. Give me one of these any day!

Not especially good-looking or sexy, Anita was nonetheless attractive
enough to tempt a man. She was short and dusky, with softly moulded
features: a straight nose, a small, yet full mouth, even, clean teeth
and darkly lustrous eyes. Her hair was long and thick, tied in a
plait. She wore a thin silver necklace and small nose-stud. Her body
was trim and firm, with full breasts, a flat belly and smoothly
rounded limbs. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips and buttocks
curved and flared neatly.

Outwardly, soft-voiced and shy, almost timid, she was a surprisingly
eager, hungry, vocal vixen in bed. In the few weeks after she got tjos
job, she surprised the men in the office with her voracious sexual
appetite and considerable lectual skills. Deepak, who had the
privilege of being the first to discover her other side, enjoyed
fucking her.

She required no seduction. Indeed, it was she who made the first move
late one Friday evening, after most of the staff had left. She was
working late, trying to clear her backlog of typing. Deepak was the
only one in the office when she finally finished. He waited
impatiently, itching to be out of there and down at the local
whorehouse, where he could spend some wonderful hours fucking that new
seventeen-year old slut they’d got.

Anita took him unawares. She pulled the draft off the printer, stacked
the pages neatly, stapled them and dropped them on the boss’ desk in
his cabin. Deepak was already turning out the lights.

“Deepak.”

“Yeah, what.” He didn’t even turn around.

“Wait.”

“Now what?” The peon looked irritated as he turned back.

She startled him. She was standing very close to him, almost touching
him. He stared at her. Usually, she wore a long skirt and a tucked-in
blouse, buttoned to the neck. Now, she had undone almost all the
buttons. His eyes dropped to her cleavage. She wore no underwear. Her
breasts looked full and ripe, with a deep, tempting cleavage in which
her silver necklace glistened.

Deepak was a dark, handsome, intensely randy youth. He had a lean,
strong, wiry body. He was clad in baggy trousers and a shirt that was
open to the waist. His torso was smooth and dark and hairless, with a
flat, hard belly and wide, cleaved chest. Smiling gently, Anita moved
closer and slid her hands into his shirt and tongued one nipple
sensuously. Deepak gasped in surprise.

“Don’t be in a hurry,” she murmured. “We’re alone, remember? We can
have a good time together.”

She pressed provocatively against him, squirming against his crotch.
Her fingers squeezed the bulge of his penis through his trousers.

“I want your cock,” she murmured huskily, tilting her face to his.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Deepak.

Slowly, the young peon grinned in surprised pleasure.

“Fuck, who’d have thought?” he chuckled.

“Surprised?” she smiled, returning her lips and tongue to his small,
dark nipple.

“Very,” he grinned.

“Pleased?” Anita whispered with a knowing smile.

“Yes.”

“Good. I’m glad. Now let me please you some more.”

With that, she slithered to her knees before him and, quickly
unzipping his fly, slipped her hand in and pulled out his penis. It
was seven inches long and correspondingly thick, still limp. Anita
smiled in pleasure when she saw it.

“Mm. What a lovely cock. I think I’m going to have a wonderful
evening.”

Deepak chuckled and pushed his cock to her lips. Holding it tenderly,
she kissed the cock-head and then, rolling back the foreskin, slowly
drew it between her lips. Deepak hissed in pleasure. His penis
quivered in her mouth. His belly rippled. Anita wound her tongue
lasciviously around the cock-head, deftly arousing him. The sensation
was wonderful: her mouth was warm and moist, and her tongue had the
kind of confidence that could only have come from experience. He
wondered what her sexual history was.

Anita sucked his cock steadily, with evident pleasure. Her head rocked
back and forth. As his cock swelled and grew turgid in her mouth, she
pumped the shaft in her fist, and her tongue worked the cock-head with
rising ardour. Deepak gasped and grunted, holding her head in his
hands and moving it back and forth, pumping his hips as he fucked her
face.

“Mm … yeh … suck it … suck my cock, whore! Suck it hard!” he
grunted. “Ohhh yeh … that’s it … c’mon … suck it!”

She thrust one hand under her open blouse and fondled her breasts.
Deepak saw that they were large and succulent, with long, stiff
nipples in small, puckered aureoles. He chuckled as she thrust her
hand up her skirt into her crotch and began to masturbate.

“Real randy, aren’t you?” he chuckled, pulling her to her feet.

She nodded and squirmed against him, arching her face to his. They
kissed deeply and her tongue snaked hungrily into his mouth. He
squeezed her breasts and buttocks. She undid his trousers; they
puddled at his feet. He pulled off her blouse. Her body was firm and
trim and his hands explored her warm, naked flesh. She whimpered
softly and pressed hungrily against him.

“Fuck me, Deepak,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard!”

The peon chuckled and moved her to a desk. Turning her around, he
pushed her forward and flipped her skirt over her hips. She leaned
forward with her naked buttocks thrust back at him. He thrust his hand
into her crotch; his fingers came away wet, and he laughed as she
moaned. Slowly, he masturbated her. Her face arched and she gasped.
Her buttocks twitched and lurched. His hand pumped between her thighs,
moving faster. Anita cried out sharply, her face contorting with lust.
Just as she was nearing her orgasm, he stopped. She gasped in
frustration. Laughing, Deepak knelt behind her and, pulling her
buttocks apart, thrust his face between them. Her anus was tempting.
He pressed his tongue to it. Anita groaned softly.

“I’ll fuck your butt, too, bitch,” he growled. “I’ll ram-fuck your
ass!”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I like it there … I want it there! Ohhhh yes!”

Deepak swirled his tongue over her anus. Anita trembled with
excitement. Slowly, he dragged his tongue down to her sodden slit.
Anita’s face arched and she bit her lower lip in tension, her eyes
fluttering shut. Deepak’s thick, rough tongue rippled into her cunt.
She gasped sharply, her mouth snapping open. Her hips lurched and
shook, jerking and pumping.

“Ohhhhh … UNHHHH Ohh yes! Ohh yes, yes, Ohhh god yes!” she cried.
“Oh uhh ohhh uhhh Ohhhh uhhh yes! Ohhhh god yes! Ohhh ma uhhh yes!”

Holding her thighs, Deepak tongue-fucked the young secretary steadily.
His tongue probed and darted in and out of her cunt, flickering
rapidly against her swollen clitoris. Her cunt streamed with heady,
erotic juices. Deepak pressed his face deeper and sucked her clit.
Anita cried out, trembling and moaning passionately. She pushed him
away and, spreading her legs, reached back to claw her buttocks apart.

“Come on Deepak,” she gasped. “Fuck me … fuck me hard … quickly!”

Intensely aroused, Deepak got to his feet and squeezed his cock-head
into the cleft between her buttocks. She tensed as she felt its
enormity at her anus.

“There,” he grunted. “In your ass. Nice and hard.”

“Please … take my cunt first,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass later.”

Deepak grinned and nodded. He pushed his cock-head down to her cunt.
Her cunt-lips were open wide in eager welcome and his cock-head
slipped through into her flesh without resistance. Anita groaned in
pleasure.

“Yes … Ohhhh yes … give it to me,” she gasped. “Give it all to me
… I want it all … shove it in, Deepak … come on! OHHHHHHHHHH
uhhh yes! Ohhh god yes!”

Her handsome young lover flung his head back and groaned in pleasure
as her cunt convulsed frantically on his throbbing penis. Digging his
fingers into her buttocks, squeezing them tightly together to further
tighten her cunt-hold on his cock, he flexed his buttocks slowly and
swung his hips forward. His cock squeezed into her cunt-channel,
sliding in deeper and deeper. Anita gasped and moaned in pleasure,
writhing ecstatically under him. In and in it went, till she had it
fully inside her.

“Now,” she moaned deliriously. “Fuck me, Deepak! Fuck me like a
whore!”

The young peon began to fuck her with a rhythmic, sawing motion,
squeezing her buttocks taut alternately with every thrust. Anita
gasped and lurched under him, rocking back and forth, balanced on her
feet, her forearms on the desk, her finger clenching its sides
tightly. Deepak’s cock appeared and disappeared between her buttocks,
grinding in and out of her cunt. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed
frenetically on his penis.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Ohhhh yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, Deepak! Fuck my cunt
hard! Come on, fuck me harder! OHHHH yes Ohhhh god yes yes yes!”

His thighs slapped against hers as he moved faster and faster, gasping
and grunting, holding her hips now and jerking her back and forth on
his cock. He swung his hips viciously and she cried out as his
throbbing penis mashed her cunt-flesh. Her swollen breasts jiggled and
jerked with his thrusts. Her head was arched and her face was
contorted with lust, the lips parted to bare her perfect teeth, her
eyes fluttering shut. She moved with him, rocking her cunt hungrily up
and down the length of his shaft, squeezing her cunt in a tight sheath
over the wonderfully hot, rock-hard, electrically throbbing penis.
Faster and faster he went, now ramming and reaming his cock into her,
slamming it in with a savage jerk of his hips, gritting his teeth in
tension.

“Oh yeh! Take it! Take it whore-bitch! Take my cock, cunt!” he rasped.

With a shuddering moan, Anita orgasmed. Her cunt convulsed frantically
on his thrusting penis. Deepak gasped and slowly skewered her cunt
with several slow, spiralling thrusts. The broad was a fantastic piece
of ass. He struggled to control himself, and only just contained his
own explosive orgasm. He slowed his pace to a gentle rocking motion.
Anita whimpered her joy. The young man was a masterful lover.

Deepak eased his penis out of her and, sweeping the papers off the
desk, turned her over on her back on the desk with her hips at the
edge. He jerked her thighs open and shuffled between them, pushing his
cock to her cunt again.

“I’m going to fuck you some more, bitch,” he grunted. “Not done yet.”

Anita did not resist. Her cunt tingled in anticipation.

“Come on,” she murmured. “Take me, Deepak … take me like a whore!”

A grin split his handsome face and he squeezed his penis into her cunt
in one long, smooth thrust. Anita moaned and arched her back, drawing
his head down to hers. He kissed her and she responded hungrily,
arching her tongue into mouth, caressing his hard, dark chest. He
still had his shirt on, entirely unbuttoned now and she pulled it off
his shoulders and caressed his strong, lithe back. Arching her head,
she tongued and nibbled his nipples one by one. Deepak grunted. It was
delicate, yet intense. He bent his head to her breasts and gently
lapped at her stiff nipples. Anita groaned and squeezed the turgid
mounds into his mouth. He sucked sharply on them and she arched her
back in ecstasy, twining her fingers in his hair.

“Yes! Ohhh yes!” she moaned.

Slowly, Deepak started fucking her again. His hips moved gently in
undulating circles, forcing her to move in unison. His cock churned
her cunt-flesh. Smoothly, he moved to a rhythmic back-and-forth
motion, straightening to an upright position on his feet. Holding her
thighs wide in his hands, he rocked and swung his hips steadily back
and forth, sliding his throbbing penis in and out of her cunt. He was
mesmerised by the lust on her face. Her head rolled slowly from side
to side and she called to him with erotic obscenities.

“Mmm … fuck me, lover … fuck my cunt … Ohhh yes … god, I love
your cock … fuck me, baby … fuck me fuck me fuck me … Ohhh yes
… that’s it …,” she whimpered.

Deepak flung his head back and groaned in pleasure. His balls ached
with tension. The fires roiled in his belly and balls. He began to
move faster, a hand on her flat belly, thrusting his cock hungrily in
and out of her cunt. Anita gasped, her hips lurching and jerking under
his. Her breasts wobbled with his thrusts and she squeezed them in a
frenzy, crushing them in her hands. Their bodies rocked and swung
together in an erotic dance. Faster and faster he went, and she cried
out, her body jerking and thrashing and writhing under him as she
soared towards another orgasm. She came again, and second later, he
lost control. Thrusting deeply into her several times, he flung his
head back and cried out in joyous release. Anita moaned and arched as
the hot slugs of his spoot spat into her cunt in a copious flood.

Nothing in her experience had prepared her for what happened next. She
expected him to lose his erection and felt a twinge of disappointment
that he hadn’t kept his promise to butt-fuck her. So, when he started
fucking her again, gently and slowly, her eyes flew wide in shock and
she cried out in surprise. He chuckled at her reaction. She could not
know that he was brimming with Hedon & Venery’s special sex-pep pills.
They were highly potent and he could orgasm repeatedly without losing
his erection or running out of jizz.

“Told you,” he chortled. “Not done yet. Got to fuck your ass,
remember?”

He slipped out of her cunt and, stepping back, pulled her off the
table and made her kneel before him and suck his penis again.
Trembling with excitement and awe, Anita sucked his penis hungrily. He
fucked her mouth steadily for several minutes, rocking her head back
and forth in his hands. To her surprise, he orgasmed abruptly in her
mouth.

She sensed it and opened her mouth and he laughed and gasped
simultaneously as he watched his thick, hot seed spurt into her mouth
and spatter her face and breasts.

“Good,” he grunted. “Now I can take your ass slowly.”

Anita was incredulous. He pushed her against the desk again and this
time, pressed his cock-head to her anus. Anita groaned and bent
steeply forward, moving her thighs apart. Deepak clawed her buttocks
open and pressed his cock-head to her anus. Her face turned on side on
the bed, Anita cried out as the searing penis squeezed into her
asshole. Her fingers clawed the desk and her face contorted in an
erotic mixture of pain and lust. His cock was enormous and he squeezed
it inexorably deeper and deeper into her, his head flung back, his
eyes closed, moaning loud obscenities. In and in it went, never
seeming to end and Anita’s body shook with the strain. Her loins
crackled with excitement. Ever since her first experience of this in
her late teens, she had loved it. Deepak fucked her ass slowly, with
deep relish. His hips swung steadily back and forth and his cock
appeared and disappeared between her buttocks. He squeezed them in a
tight sheath over his penis.

“Like it, eh, cunt? Like a hot cock in your ass, don’t you?” he
chortled.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Deepak, yes … come on … fuck me … fuck
my ass harder, Deepak! Come on, do it!”

The young peon began to move faster and deeper, thrusting hungrily
into her ass. Anita cried out, her head spinning with excitement. The
huge cock rasped in and out of her anus. Faster and faster it went
and, wild with lust, she thrust a hand into her crotch and began to
masturbate furiously. Her orgasm was violent and intense and made her
sphincter convulse on his pistoning penis.

“OHHHHH!” she cried. “Ohhhh god yes! Ohhhhh yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!
Fuck me Dee…pUHHHHHkyes Ohhhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!
OHhhhhmaunhhhhhhAhhh unhhhh AHHHHHHHH!”

Deepak chuckled at her reaction and slowed his motion, grinding deeply
into her hot, tight, rear channel, savouring every inch of his
passage. Under him, Anita’s petite body trembled and shook. He crushed
her swollen breasts with his hands and she groaned softly. His cock
slid deep into her anus and she writhed her buttocks erotically
against his thighs, her face creasing in deep, genuine, unbridled
pleasure.

“Come on, lover,” she murmured. “Fuck my ass hard again! I want it
hard!”

Deepak marvelled and began moving faster again. His hips rocked
smoothly back and forth and his cock plunged greedily in and out of
her taut asshole. He gasped and cried out, his voice mingling with
hers in erotic cadences. Anita orgasmed yet again and now Deepak
couldn’t control himself. With a loud cry, he skewered her ass,
sinking his cock into her asshole and, hips twitching at her buttocks,
let himself go, making her gasp as the hot seed erupted from his cock
and spewed out into her anus.

After that evening, she had been passed around from man to man in the
office. She loved it and fucked every one of the eight peons, and then
some of the secretarial assistants for good measure.

Now Deepak and she were fucking eagerly, their bodies slapping
together. She clenched the bedposts and arched her back as he thrust
his cock deeper into her cunt. He bent his head and sucked her breasts
sharply, let go, sucked again. Anita moaned in pleasure. Rearing on
outstretched arms, he began to fuck her with a measured tempo. She
gasped and arched under him, her hips moving in unison with his.

“Harder, Deepak!” she gasped. “Fuck me harder!”

Her hips bucked eagerly under his, her loins on fire. Her cunt sucked
his penis hungrily. He grinned down at her and she laughed and deftly
swung her hips in circles, making him gasp as her cunt churned round
his cock.

“Come on, stud,” she murmured. “Fuck me like a whore!”

He grinned and abruptly began to ram-fuck her cunt with a savage,
furiously rapid stroke. The breath shot from her throat and her back
bowed. She cried out loudly and he laughed at her and slowed to his
measured rhythm again just when she was about to match his frenzied
pace. She clawed his shoulders in frustration and kissed him hungrily.

“Oh you bastard,” she hissed happily. “You crazy, wonderful bastard!
Do that again!”