Seduction

He had been fantasizing about watching his wife suck some other guy’s cock, and had hinted to her that it would be something he’d like to see, but she never quite picked up on it, or if she did, she was deliberately ignoring his overtures in that area. So he began to wonder how he could make it happen without telling her beforehand. 

Then one day he was surfing the internet and found one of those “personals” websites and saw an ad that read, “Want To Watch Your Wife Be Seduced?” The body of the ad promised discretion and disease free sex. He sent an e-mail asking for more info and received a reply that sounded promising. As luck would have it the guy running the website was in the Mumbai area and they arranged to meet. He was told to bring a picture of his wife to see if she qualified for the service. 

The guy’s name was Rahul and he turned out to be a nice guy. Rahul took one look at Timmi’s picture and said she was definitely qualified. He apologized for asking to see a picture, but said that so many guys had wives who were not particularly attractive and it was too difficult to get good looking guys who were willing to fuck an unattractive woman. Rahul told him that it would cost five hundred rupees for the package. He would be allowed to choose from a catalog of men Rahul had working for him and Rahul would set up the seduction so that he could watch. Rahul reached into a briefcase and produced a photo album with pictures of more than fifty men he had recruited from the internet. He leafed through it and saw that the men were all posed naked, with erections. Most of the men were good looking, in pretty decent shape physically, and quite a few of them had really big cocks. 

Some of them were fat and ugly, or stupid looking, but Rahul explained that some women liked that sort of thing. Looking at the pictures it occurred to him that it might be even more exciting to see his wife suck more than one cock. He asked how many he could pick, and Rahul told him up to ten, but it was more manageable, and better for his wife if he kept the number at around two or three. He said that most women couldn’t really suck more than two or three guys comfortably, unless they had done that sort of thing a lot. Knowing Timmi liked big cocks, he narrowed it down to the ten guys who had the biggest ones, then he cut it down to six by choosing the men who were the most attractive and had the biggest cocks. Rahul told him he had chosen well and then showed him a listing of different scenarios for the seduction. 

There was the health club seduction where the wife is taken to a “health club” and seduced by a personal trainer who then turns her over to other men planted there as guys working out. He mentioned that Timmi was an aspiring model, but didn’t get many calls because of her big tits. Rahul suggested the photography studio seduction. Rahul could call Timmi at home, tell her they wanted her for a modeling job. Get her into some sexy photos and get her hot, turn her on and see if he can get her to suck his cock first, then fuck her while he watched. It would take at least two “sessions” before she would be ready to take on several guys at once. 

“If I can fuck her that first session, it won’t be hard to get her to come back for the pictures. When she does, I’ll have an assistant there with me, and we’ll both fuck her. You can watch both sessions, of course, and if everything goes okay, we’ll get her back for a third session and we’ll have several guys here and I’m pretty sure we can get her to suck them all off.” 

That night he purposely didn’t answer the phone when it rang so that Timmi would have to. He listened to the conversation from the other room, and when she hung up he walked in to find her very excited. 

Guess what? I got a print job!” 

He acted surprised. “That’s great, hon’. What’s it for?” She said it was a new perfume called, “Fantasy.” He asked her when and where and she told him it was the next day and she thought it was funny they didn’t want her to tell her agent. She said they had gotten her name and picture from someone she had worked with before. They celebrated a little with a bottle of champagne they had in the refrigerator and then she started getting her makeup kit ready, in case she had to do her own makeup. The next day, she got herself ready, and he watched her dress. She looked really good, the weight training they had been doing was really paying off as her body looked much slimmer and more toned than it had in years. He kissed her good-bye, waited until she drove off and then got into his car and headed for the studio. Rahul had given her directions that would take her the long way around, so that he would have time to get there before she did. As planned he arrived before she did and parked in the back of the building. When he entered the small brick building he saw that it really was a photo studio and Rahul had several cameras, lights, and screens set up near a huge round bed. They shook hands and Rahul showed him all the mirrors and told him they were two way, walking him into a small office like room where he could sit and watch. He had a close circuit t.v. set up so he could watch her in the dressing room as well. He reacted when he saw Timmi walk in the door and look around. Rahul nodded to him, then hurried out to greet her, escorting her over to his set. A speaker crackled and he heard their voices. 

“Right on time …I’m Rahul, I talked to you on the phone.” 

“Nice meeting you,” she replied. She glanced at a rather large bed bathed in light and commented. “That’s really a big bed.” 

Rahul put his arm around her shoulders. “Well, it is for “Fantasy” perfume, so I guess it fits.” 

Timmi nodded, “Really, well, what kind of fantasy do they want?” she laughed. 

Rahul laughed too. “Well, it’s about sex, naturally, although you won’t have to have sex, of course…” 

“Too bad,” said Timmi, and they laughed again. 

He felt a tingle as Rahul handed Timmi a glass of wine. 

“Let’s talk and relax a little, okay? You like chardonnay?” 

Timmi accepted the wine. “Oh, thank you. I hope it doesn’t put me to sleep.” They both smiled at that and chatted as they sipped their wine. 

After about twenty minutes, when Timmi had finished her glass of wine, Rahul walked her toward a dressing room. 

“Just one costume, so that’s nice, isn’t it? Go ahead and change …it’s one of those one size fits all deals, but it might be a little snug so we don’t want any panty-lines or bra straps, okay. If you have any problems with it, let me know, okay? You’re makeup looks good the way it is. So …come on out when you’re ready.” 

“Okay, thanks.” She disappeared through a door and he looked up at the monitor. Timmi came into a small room, looked around, set her makeup kit down on a dressing table and checked herself out in the mirror. She then walked over to a rack and took her “costume” off the hangar. She held it up in front of her and saw that it was pretty trashy looking, a leotard with leopard spots. 

“Oh, my goodness,” she muttered. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, showing her lace covered bra. Her breasts bulged slightly from the cups and he thought of Rahul putting his hands on those lovely tits while he watched. She unbuttoned her levis, pulling them off, showing her toned legs and bikini panties. She hung her clothes up and he saw her buttocks flex and he thought of her being fucked in the ass maybe. His cock began to pulse. She picked up her leotard and looked at it again. Timmi set the leotard down and reached to unfasten her bra. She pulled the bra away from her breasts and he felt like a voyeur watching his wife strip. Timmi peeled her panties down, next, exposing her little pussy.” He felt his cock starting to swell and rubbed it through is pants. Timmi was standing there, nude, and he could see she had trimmed the hair close around her pussy. 

He wondered how she would react to Rahul when he tried to seduce her. She stepped into the leotard and pulled it up, covering her legs and hips, then her cunt and belly, then putting her arms in the sleeves and pulling it up over her big breasts. Her tits bulged upward and one of them escaped, before she pulled the front of the leotard up and over, covering both breasts. She stepped back and looked at herself. She looked great. The leotard was skin tight and low-cut so that her ass was beautifully outlined and her tits were bulging over the top, threatening to escape. She turned in front of the mirror, one side, then the other, trying to get more material over her tits. 

“My goodness …I’m coming out of this thing.” Timmi backed up, turned to look at her ass, pulled the material away from her firm cheeks and tried to get it all nice and smooth. She brushed her hair, then, checked her makeup and figured she was ready. “Well …” she said, and turned to walk out. 

He looked toward the studio again as Timmi came out of her dressing room and Rahul moved to take her by the arm, leading her over to the bed where he gave her another glass of wine. 

She laughed. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” He laughed, too. 

“No, it’s just a nice way to relax. Cheers.” He held up his glass and they drank a little of the wine. “Now …what we’ll do is just kind of ad-lib a little …we’ve got two sets of pictures to take, one for the U.S. market and one for the European. 

“Oh, really?” marvelled Timmi. 

Rahul hugged her then, “Not to worry, it’s gonna be a great ad. You’re gonna be famous.” He laughed and placed her in front of the bed. 

He posed her standing by the bed, leaning against the bed post, leaning over slightly so that her big breasts were displayed, straining against the thin fabric of her costume. He watched her from the room and felt his cock grow harder as her poses showed off her sexuality. He watched as Rahul coaxed her into sexier and sexier poses, taking small breaks, giving her more wine. When she stuck her ass out, getting on all fours on the bed, arching her back so that her ass was displayed to best advantage he could tell she was a little drunk and he knew that Rahul was going to succeed in fucking her. 

He couldn’t wait to see her get fucked doggy style, that lovely firm ass sticking out and up to receive Rahul’s cock. He felt his cock hardening even more and unzipped his pants to pull it out. He started jacking himself off, slowly. He listened as Rahul sat on the bed beside Timmi. 

“Okay, those were great shots …now we wanna do the European stuff. How about we do a couple with your hands over your breasts?” She brought her hands up and covered her breasts and he smiled, “No, I mean, you know, take them out and cover them with your hands.” 

She reacted with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I don’t know. You mean ..” 

“Yeah, but you’ll have your hands over them. It’ll look sexy. Europeans love that. I’d really appreciate it, Timmi.” 

She seemed to think about it for a moment then shrugged. “I guess it’s okay.” 

He got up and got his camera, “Great …just you know, take ’em out and hold them in your hands, there.” 

She pulled the front of her leotard down and lifted one large breast free. She kept her hand over it, but then found she had to use both hands to free her other breast. He watched through the two way mirror and felt his cock grow thicker in his hand. She was going to show Rahul her tits. 

Timmi covered her tits with her hands and looked toward the camera. 

Rahul snapped off a bunch of pictures then said, “Okay, let’s try with one breast exposed. Can you do that?” 

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh I don’t know about that.” 

He cajoled her. “You can turn your head, see …three quarter with your body, so one breast shows …and turn your head the other way, so your face doesn’t show. C’mon, it’ll be a great shot.” 

Timmi took a deep breath and looked up. “You’re sure my face won’t be in it?” 

He laughed. “I promise.” 

She nodded, “Okay.” She turned to the side a little and dropped her hand from her breast. The nipple was beginning to thicken a bit and he noticed it. 

Rahul cooed at her. “Oh, yeah, that’s great, lean back, thrust it out there, yeah that’s it good.” He was snapping more pictures, moving in close. “Okay …wow …beautiful breasts. How about both of them …just lean back …way back …c’mon, do it for me…it’ll make a great shot …can you?” She leaned back, exposing both breasts, pointing them at the ceiling. He came over to her … “We need some rouge here …wait ..” He hurried over and grabbed a tube of lipstick and came back to her, opening the lipstick, he applied it to her nipples and she flinched. “Sorry, ” he mumbled. “There …” He took his thumb and forefinger and clasped one of her nipples, teasing it. “Make it stand up a little more …like that,” He pulled on her nipple and she looked shocked for a moment, then watched as he did the other one. 

“Oooh,” she said, sort of surprised. 

He smiled and backed off a little, taking more pictures. “Yeah, good, beautiful. Love it.” He had her cup her tits in her hands then and he took more photos, then he moved around behind her and had her take her hands down, exposing her boobs again. He reached around to cup them in his own hands and she flinched. 

“What are you doing” she asked. 

“Just seeing what this will look like. He moved his hands around on her breasts and squeezed them together, running his thumbs over her nipples so that they thickened even more. “Yeah …hold them like that, Timmi. Just like I’m holding them. Okay?” 

Timmi brought her hands up to her breasts again and he could see her getting flushed with excitement. She held her tits as he told her to and he snapped more pictures. 

He moved closer to the two way mirror and jacked off a little faster. He loved the way she was holding her tits up for the camera. “Play with them, slut,” he whispered. 

Rahul had one knee up on the bed, next to her, his voice, low, intimate. “Okay, now …how about we do something really naughty?” 

Timmi made a face, “Uh-oh. Now what?” she laughed. He winked at her. “How about we do a few pussy shots.” 

Timmi looked shocked. “Are you kidding?” 

He smiled. “I’ll take them from a good angle, you can turn your face so no one will know who it is …and I’ll sell them to European magazines …not porno stuff, but just nudes. I can pay you another five hundred. Whattya think?” 

She shook her head, disbelieving. “You mean my face won’t be in the picture. Just …my …” 

He nodded. “That’s right.” 

She shook her head. “I don’t know …” He pleaded with her. “Come on, Timmi. If you can do this, I won’t have to hire another model, I can make more money and so can you. Nobody will know it’s you. Let’s just try a few, and if you don’t like what we’re doing, we’ll stop and I’ll just give you the film. Okay?” 

She thought about it. “It would really help me out,” he said. 

She sighed, “Well …okay, let’s try it.” 

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. 

He squeezed his cock with his hand and whispered, “Show him that little pussy, sweetheart …let’s see if it’s wet.” He watched as Rahul set his camera down on the bed. 

“Lie back on your elbows, yeah …” Timmi leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, her tits sticking straight up toward the ceiling. 

“Do you want me to take this off, or what?” she asked. 

He shook his head, “Naw, I’ll just ….” He grabbed the material at her crotch and ripped it, exposing her cunt. Timmi leaned upward a little, reacting his ripping the material. He pulled it away from her cunt and they all saw how matted and wet her pubic hairs were. 

“Look at the little slut, all wet and hot. Ready to be fucked,” he whispered to himself, stroking his cock, the big purple head sticking out of his fist. He watched as Rahul reached to run his finger up between the lips of Timmi’s pussy. 

She flinched and drew back. 

“Sorry,” he said, “I just wanted to spread the lips a little. Looks like you got a little wet, huh?” 

Timmi flushed with embarrassment. “Well …” she started to say something, but he cut her off. 

“Just lean back again, look up at the ceiling …I’ll get a shot of your pussy and your tits here.” He snapped off a few and then had her spread her legs a little more, showing more of her cunt. He snapped off more pictures, then suggested a little bondage. “Let me put these straps around your ankles and wrists, okay?” 

Timmi saw the straps hanging from the bed posts and reacted. “Oh, I don’t know.” 

He ignored her objection. “They’re nothing, you can pull them right off the bed post, if you get uncomfortable. See, they’re just velcro. Lemme show you.” He put one of them around her wrist and said, “Now, just pull it off.” 

She tugged at it and it came free. “Oh …well, okay.” She let him put the straps around her wrists and ankles and he noticed that he wrapped them tightly this time, whereas before he had only used the tip of the velcro. 

“There, now …let’s get you nice and wet.” He knelt on the bed beside her and she looked at him, wondering what was going on. He slid his hand between her legs and she tried to bring her thighs together, but the straps held her. She reached with one hand but again, the straps held her. He slid two fingers between the lips of her cunt and started to play with her. 

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “Take these straps off.” 

He smiled down at her. “Just relax, Timmi. I’m only gonna play with you and get you nice and slick and wet looking for the pictures. I have to, so they’ll sell.” 

She tried to scoot back from his teasing fingers, but couldn’t move more than a few inches. He pushed his middle finger into her cunt and she gasped. 

“Don’t …stop it, right now, please …let me go!” 

He finger fucked her for about a minute and watched her struggle with the straps, trying desperately to pull them free. 

“You bastard …I mean it …let me go! Right now!” 

He started sliding his fingers up and down on her clit, then and she groaned. “Oooh, you like that, huh?” 

“Stop it,” she gasped. “Please!” 

He continued to play with her cunt, sliding his fingers up and down between the lips, teasing her clit in little circular motions. 

“Don’t,” she gasped. 

He started moving his fingers rapidly up and down on her cunt and she threw here head back and arched her back. 

“Oh, shit,” she moaned. 

Rahul smiled and toyed with her cunt. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He leaned over and started sucking her left breast. She jerked at her straps, trying to stop him. He raised up, letting her nipple slide from his mouth. He squeezed her breast with one hand while he continued to play with her cunt. She groaned and closed her eyes, giving herself up to what he was doing to her. He watched as his wife allowed Rahul to play with her cunt and breasts. His cock was straining and he knew he would cum if he didn’t stop jacking off, so he let his hand drop and his cock pulsed in front of him. 

“Don’t,” she gasped, but he continued to work his hand up and down, spreading her wet lips. 

“Want me to make you cum? Hm? Want me to do that?” She shook her head, “No.” “Let me go,” she gasped. 

He slid his finger into her cunt again and she spasmed. 

“Oooh.” 

He finger fucked her, working his finger in and out of her. Then he slid his first two fingers over her clit and massaged it for her. She bucked her hips upward, an involuntary response to what he was doing to her. 

“Oooh, you like it, don’t ya Timmi? Hm? You like having your cunt played with. You like being finger-fucked, you do that a lot when you were a kid. Hm?” He worked his middle finger in and out of Timmi’s pussy and he could see her juices coating his thick digit. She tensed and looked down over her breasts at what he was doing to her. He settled in between her legs and slid his arms under her legs, supporting himself on his elbows as he blew softly across her thighs and stomach. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. 

“Oh, shit,” she murmured, knowing what he was going to do next. 

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, Timmi. Okay?” 

She closed her eyes and blinked them open again, looking up at the ceiling. He ran his tongue along her left thigh and she tilted her head back, chin pointing at the ceiling. He ran his tongue up above her pussy, moving it down to the other thigh, tickling her. She looked down at him again and he smiled up at her. Now I’m gonna lick it, get it all nice and wet.” 

She groaned, anticipating it, and he dipped his chin to breathe softly on her wet cunt. He could see the lips of her pussy peeling back as he blew warm air across it and then he pressed his lips to her wetness and slid his tongue up her cunt, lapping her like a dog. She made a groaning noise and her hips spasmed, thrusting her cunt into his face as he licked her up and down, then swirled his tongue around on her clit. He ate her like that for about a minute and a half and he could tell she was close to coming, but he stopped before she got off. She was breathing fairly hard as she looked between her legs at him pulling away from her cunt. 

“Finish it,” she breathed. He smiled. 

“Oh, she’s hot and wants to cum, huh?” He watched as Rahul slid his tongue up between the lips of his wife’s cunt. She groaned and tried to push her cunt into his face. 

Rahul moved up onto his knees, sliding over to her side, so that his waist was about even with her face. She looked up at him and watched as he put his hand on his zipper.

“You want some cock?” he said. 

She shook her head once, sharply, “Please, just take these things off me.” 

He smiled and unzipped his pants. Timmi pulled on her restraints again and made a grunting sound. He reached into his pants and pulled a thick slab of cockmeat out for her to look at. She watched him slowly jack off, his cock thickening about a foot from her face. It was a big one and she turned to look away from it. He scooted closer to her and continued stroking his thick, meaty cock. He put one hand in her hair, grabbing a handful and turned her toward his cock again. She looked at it, so how big it was getting and moaned. He bent the shaft down and touched the head of his cock to her face. She turned partially away and he rubbed his dick around on the side of her face. “Wanna suck it?” he asked in a low voice. He turned her to face his cock again and she looked at it. He put the shiny, purplish head to her lips and rubbed it back and forth a few times until she turned away. 

“Don’t …please. Just let me go.” 

“I’m gonna fuck you first, then you’re going to suck my cock with all your hot cunt juice on it. Taste your own pussy, see what guys like about it. Okay?” 

Timmi moaned again, “Don’t, please, don’t fuck me …let me go …just let me go, okay, and I won’t say anything about this.” 

He moved around to slide in between her legs again as she arched her back and tugged with all her might to free herself from the restraints. “Nooo!” she yelled, her voice quavering. He scooted up so that his big cockhead pressed against her pussy. She tucked her chin and looked down at it. “Don’t fuck me, please …I’ll suck it for you …I’ll give you a blow job, but don’t …” She was cut off in mid-sentence when Rahul shoved his cock up her cunt, hard! “Ohh!” she gasped. 

Rahul supported himself on his hands as he fucked her. Her tits bounced and jiggled with each hard stroke into her. 

He watched his wife getting fucked and was mesmerized. “Oh, man, fuck that hot little slut, fuck her good,” he whispered and took hold of his cock again. 

Rahul was fucking her hard and fast, pistoning his hips, driving his cock up Timmi’s cunt, making her grunt and groan with each stroke. 

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh …” grunted Timmi in a high pitched series of groans as Rahul continued fucking her. She let her arms hang limp in their restraints, and spread her legs further, opening her cunt more for him. He slowed his pace, then, and fucked her in long, steady strokes and after a minute or so she began to fuck back at him, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Oh, yeah, she likes getting fucked …doesn’t she …yeah. She’s a hot little fuck slut who likes a big dick up her cunt.” 

She moaned in response and he slipped his cock out of her. She gasped with the loss of so much cockmeat and raised her head as he knee walked up so that his cock was perched over her face. Rahul stroked his slick cock over her face and smiled down at her. “Time to suck. I’ll bet you’re a fabulous cocksucker, aren’t you? Those lips are perfect for sucking dick.” She raised her hips, wanting to cum, but he bent his cock down so that it touched her mouth. “Lick it …taste your pussy” Timmi hesitated, and he reached back to slide two fingers between the sloppy wet lips of her cunt. She moaned and let her tongue extend between her lips and touch the underside of his cock. She licked him and he moved his cock around over her face, backing off a little so that he could press the head of his cock to her lips. She ran her tongue around on the head and tasted her own cunt. “Oooh, yeah, lick it …taste that hot little pussy …umm, yeah.” 

Timmi moaned and raised her head to get more of his cock in her mouth. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing, as he held her by a handful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth. 

“Oh, yeah, suck it,” he murmured, watching his wife suck another guy’s cock for the first time. 

Timmi sucked his cock as Rahul played with her cunt, teasing her clit with his fingers, smearing her juices all around. Timmi began to buck her hips up against his hand as she approached orgasm. He pulled on one of her nipples, stretching it out painfully far as he continued fucking her sucking mouth. She moaned long and hard around his cock as she began to cum. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on his cock and then he began forcing her back and forth on his dick, making her use her mouth like a substitute cunt and then he was pulling it out of her mouth and taking it in his hand, jacking himself off as a thick, stream of milky sperm leapt from the head of his cock and splattered her face, extending up from her chin, all the way past her hairline. She continued to buck her hips up and down and tried frantically to reach for her cunt to keep his hand there but the restraints would not loosen. He continued pumping his cock in her face as long, thick spurts of cum jetted from the head and landed hot and gooey on her mouth and chin and across her nose. She arched her back and stayed rigid as he moved forward a little, to keep his cock close to her face, pumping it so that now his cum was oozing from the head, thick and white, dropping in long strings onto her face. She let out a long groan and relaxed her hips coming down on the mattress again. She lay there breathing hard, her face almost completely covered with hot cum. 

Peering through the two way glass he marveled at the amount of sperm Rahul had given Timmi. What a load! He watched as Rahul smeared her face with cum, using his cock to move the clotted mess around and around on her mouth, her chin and her cheeks. He used his cock to push a thick mass of his warm juice onto her lips and pushed his cock into her mouth, the cum going with it. He could see his wife react to the taste of Rahul’s cum, see her swallow around the cock in her mouth. Rahul then used two fingers to gather up more of his sperm from her face and slid his cock from her mouth before holding his fingers over her lips. 

“Open your mouth …” Rahul whispered and he was amazed when she did. The cum slid down Rahul’s fingers and into her mouth, hanging there in a long, thick string until she closed her lips and broke the connection. He could see her throat work as she tried to swallow the mess. She gagged a little and then coughed, lifting her head as she coughed again, Rahul’s cum oozing over her lower lip and sliding down her chin. She was bringing it back up, too thick to swallow. She gagged again and spit a thick mass of creamy goo out onto her tits. 

“Too much for you”? he teased. 

Timmi nodded, “I’ve never seen so much cum before. So thick I couldn’t swallow it.” 

Rahul smiled and massaged her breasts, smearing his cum over them. 

She sighed deeply and looked up at him. “Let me go.” 

Rahul shook his head. “I’m going to fuck you again. Then I’ll let you go. Okay?” 

He watched as Timmi sort of gasped and rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, my goodness …” she moaned. 

Rahul got up and walked over to a sink where he wet a towel and brought it back to her. He wiped the cum off her face and tits and she thanked him. He then got her some wine and released one of her arms from the restraint so she could drink it. She took a mouthful of wine and lay back, still breathing hard. He stretched out beside her and idly toyed with her tits. They lay there like that for a few minutes, and then he took her free hand and put it on his cock. She raised her head to look at it as she wrapped her fingers around the soft, but still thick shaft. 

“It’s really big, isn’t it?” she murmured. 

“Play with it,” he said. And she began to slowly jack him off, squeezing the shaft as she pumped it. Her hand worked his cock, moving up and down the shaft, squeezing and pulling, getting it hard again. When he was fully erect she stared at it with wide eyed wonder. 

“How big is it?” she wondered. 

“Ten and a half inches long,” he smiled. 

“It’s so thick,” she marveled and held it straight up so she could get a good look at it. “I’ve never seen one this big before.” 

He teased her nipple. “You like to suck cock?” 

She moaned a little, and sighed, “Yes, I do. A lot.” 

He palmed one of her tits and rubbed it in a circular motion. “What’s the biggest cock you ever sucked before mine?” 

She sort of smiled and rolled her eyes again. “Umm, I don’t know …my husband has a nice one …” 

“When was the last time you sucked someone other than your husband?” He was teasing her now, and she was glowing from her orgasm and the wine. “Well, actually …I’ve been a little naughty ..” 

Rahul’s eyes widened comically, “Uh-oh …Timmi’s been bad. Who’d you do it with? Hm?” 

“I can’t say …” she said, shyly, blushing. 

Watching through the glass he felt his cock growing even more and wanted to cum right then, but he held off. 

Tell me …c’mon …I’m not gonna mention it to anybody, hell, who would I tell?” Rahul slid his fingertips down between her breasts and across her belly. She shivered and spread her legs reflexively. “Tell me,” he urged. 

“Well, I did it to a guy in this office I used to work in. He asked me out to lunch one day. He’s really nice looking.” 

“Did you do it after you had lunch with him?” 

“No, it wasn’t until we had lunch a few times and then he asked me for a ride home one day after work, and I don’t know, we got to his place and we sat in my car and talked and then he kissed me and started feeling my breasts and the next thing I knew I was jacking him off and he came in my hand. I really liked doing it because his cock was so big and thick, like yours. Well not quite as big as yours, not as thick, but as long maybe. 

Rahul started fingering her cunt again and she shifted a little, opening her legs a bit more as she sighed. “So when did you blow him?” 

“The next time day at work, we waited until everyone else had gone home, then he took me into the bathroom and I gave him a blow job.” 

“Did he cum in your mouth?” 

“Yes.” 

“Did you swallow it?” 

“Umhm …it wasn’t as thick as yours and I wasn’t lying on my back like this.” 

“Did you let him fuck you?” 

She shook her head. “No. I didn’t.” 

“Is that the only time you did it for him?” 

“No.” 

“What a little slut, you are. How many times have you done it with him?” 

“I don’t know …maybe a dozen times. I’ve gone to his house a few times and sucked him off. I gave him a blow job in a bathroom in a restaurant once and someone walked in on us.” 

“You are hot. What did you do when they walked in, did you stop?” 

“Well, the guy turned around and walked out and my friend was really close to cumming, so I finished him, and let him cum in my mouth.” 

“Where else did you do him?” 

“I sucked him in my car a couple of times, and in his car once. And I did him in the Park. And I blew him once in front of another couple who are friends of his. They wanted us to watch them fuck, and he made me blow him while we watched.” 

“Wow, that sounds kinky! Is that all you do, just blow him. He doesn’t try to fuck you?” 

“He wants to, but I won’t let him. Besides he loves it when I blow him. I’m very good at it.” 

“Yes, I know.” Rahul slid his fingers into her cunt again and she gasped. He began finger fucking her. “Does he always cum in your mouth?” 

“Not always, sometimes I let him cum on my face, or on my breasts.” 

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” 

“Okay. Untie my hands.” 

He smiled down at her, and saw that she would let him fuck her now, without being forced. He undid the restraints and she sighed as she rubbed her wrists. He took her right hand and put it on his thickening cock. She wrapped her fingers around the still slimy shaft and began jacking him off, turning her head to watch his cock expand in her grip. 

“Ummm, you really have a big cock. I love to play with big ones. All my fantasies are about guys with big cocks.” 

“You really are a hot big titted slut, aren’t you?” 

She smiled and he inched closer to her face with his cock sticking straight out from his body. 

“Wanna suck it?” 

She propped herself up on one elbow and he could see she was dizzy from all the wine she drank. “Yes,” she whispered and bent to slide her mouth down over his cock. She sucked and worked her mouth up and down on him and he took a handful of her hair and urged her on. 

“Ooh, yeah, suck it, slut. Suck my cock. 

He watched from the other room and stroked his cock. He knew he would cum soon and wanted to time it with Rahul cumming in Timmi. He watched Rahul urge his wife on, saw her close her eyes as she sucked him off, moaning softly. 

Rahul pulled his cock from Timmi’s mouth and it made a slurping noise. She moaned in protest as he moved to get between her legs again. 

“Time for you to be fucked again,” said Rahul as he positioned himself between Timmi’s legs. She reached to take his cock with one hand and placed the head between the lips of her wet cunt. She slid his cock up and down between her lips and then put it up to the entrance to her puss. He flexed his hips and his thick cock plunged into her cunt. She gasped and reached to grab his arms as he shoved his cock all the way inside her, his balls hanging down, touching the cheeks of her ass. He pulled back and his cock slid wetly from Timmi’s puss, until just the head was still inside her. He smiled down at her. “You like it, don’t ya, slut?” 

Timmi gasped and nodded her head. “I love it.” 

He shoved his cock hard into her cunt and began to fuck her with rapid strokes. Her tits bounced and jiggled as he fucked her and she grunted on each stroke. “Uh, uh, uh, uh …” 

“Play with your tits,” he commanded and Timmi put her hands over her breasts, pressing them together, forming magnificent cleavage, presenting them to Rahul as he fucked her. He leaned down and sucked her nipples while he pumped his cock into her. And then he was cumming and she started to cum as well. 

He watched his wife getting fucked and having her orgasm while he spurted a thick stream of cum against the wall just below the window. His cum splattered thickly against the beige paint and he leaned against the window to see his wife bucking her hips, arching her back as she came. 

That night when he got home she was already there and lying down in bed. She said she needed a nap and he knew why she needed a nap but of course didn’t say anything. She slept for a couple of hours while he watched t.v. and played back the images in his mind of her being ravished by Rahul. She got up and made dinner, finally, and they ate. He asked her how the shoot went and she told him it took a long time, but it went okay. After dinner they watched a little t.v. and then went to bed and read. He tried not to think of her sucking Rahul’s cock and getting fucked, but he couldn’t help it and his cock kept swelling under the sheets. Finally, she turned her light off and kissed him goodnight before going to sleep. He wondered what tomorrow would bring for her. 

He waited until she left the house the next morning. She was dressed nicely, her makeup artfully done, her hair swept up off her face and pinned back behind her head. He got into his car and took the short way to the studio and got there just a few minutes before she did. He was introduced to Rahul’s assistant, Rajesh, a well-built guy. Rahul showed him the pictures he had taken of Timmi showing her tits, and posing on all fours, all the erotic stuff. There were also pictures of her sucking his cock and getting fucked. Rahul had set up cameras on a timer and Timmi never knew the pictures were being taken. He marveled at the clarity of the photos. 

Timmi looked hot with Rahul’s cock in her mouth, bulging against the inside of her cheek. One series of shots showed her getting fucked and cumming as Rahul pounded his cock into her. Rahul told him to relax in the next room and enjoy the show. Rajesh was pleasant and polite as they shook hands again. He went into the room and leaned against the wall near the two way mirror and waited. Timmi showed up shortly after and he could see that she was extremely nervous and sort of embarrassed to be there. Rahul introduced her to Rajesh and he could see her give him a quick once over with her eyes, obviously impressed with Rajesh’s physique. Rahul walked her over to a long table where the newly developed pictures were spread out for viewing. He watched Timmi’s face when she saw the pictures of her sucking dick and getting fucked. 

“Oh, my goodness,” she gasped, her eyes scanning the erotic images. “When did you …oh, no …I don’t believe this.” She looked at Rahul and then blushed furiously when Rajesh came over to the table and admired the pictures. 

“You are very sexy,” he said to her. Timmi just shook her head and looked at Rahul. “What are you going to do with these?” she asked, starting to panic. 

Rahul shrugged, “Give them to you, I guess.” He saw Timmi brighten knowing she would be able to burn the pictures if she wanted to. Rahul stepped behind her and leaned over her, pointing at some of the pictures. “I really like some of the lighting here. In this one especially.” He was pressing his crotch against her buttocks and pinning her against the table. Timmi put her hands on the table and tried to stay upright. 

“I have to go …I have a lot to do today.” 

She tried to turn around, but Rahul brought his hands up under her arms and cupped her big tits. She reached to grab his wrists and said, “Don’t.” He slid his hands over her tits and squeezed them together so that cleavage showed over the top of her blouse. She was trapped up against the table and couldn’t move as he played with her tits through her blouse. 

“Don’t …I have to go …I really have to go. I’m meeting my husband somewhere …let me go, okay? Just …I have to go.” He started rubbing his crotch around on her buttocks and she had to brace herself with her hands on the table. 

“You wanna suck my cock while Rajesh watches? Hm?” Rahul’s voice was a soft purr and Timmi shook her head. 

“I really do have to go …I’m not kidding.” She tried to turn her head to look at Rahul, but he had her pressed too tightly against the table. He began unbuttoning her blouse and she grabbed at his hands. 

“No!” she yelled sharply. “I don’t want to!” He ignored her and gave up on the buttons, grabbing the soft material in his hands and ripping it open. She gasped in sudden shock and tried to pull her torn blouse closed over her lace, see through bra. Rahul grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, holding her as he turned her to face Rajesh and admired her bra covered tits. 

“Nice tits,” he said, smiling softly. 

“Oh, shit,” she murmured, knowing what they were going to do. 

Rajesh reached up and pulled her bra up over her tits, exposing them to his hands and eyes. He slid his palms over Timmi’s tits and rubbed them in a circular motion as she struggled to get loose from Rahul. Rajesh played with her tits like that for about a minute and then leaned down to kiss and suck the nipples. Timmi stopped her struggling and sagged a bit against Rahul. Rajesh sucked her tits for awhile, and then began rubbing her cunt through her Levis. She twisted, trying to cross her legs, but Rajesh had his hand firmly wedged between her legs. She shook her head and her hair fell apart, coming down over her shoulders now as she gritted her teeth against the pleasure Rajesh was giving her. He began undoing her belt, then her levis, pulling them down. She twisted her hips around, but he still managed to pull her levis down to her ankles. Her cunt lips were visible to one side of the panties and Rajesh lost no time in pushing his middle finger up inside her. Timmi yelped with the hard thrust of his finger up her cunt and stood on tiptoe trying to get off of it. Rajesh began finger fucking her and she shook her head back and forth, not wanting to feel what he was doing to her. 

Rajesh unzipped his pants and brought out a thick slab of cockmeat. By then Timmi husband was in the next room, he saw his wife look and see it, knowing she was going to be fucked again through the two way glass. Rajesh pulled her panties further to one side and bent his knees to get the right angle before forcing his cock up Timmi’s pussy. She arched her back away from Rahul as she gasped loudly enough to be heard through the two way glass. She was impaled on his thick cock. 

“Hold her,” said Rahul as Rajesh gripped Timmi’s arms in his strong hands. Rahul was unzipping his pants now, bringing his big cock out, already hard and thick. 

“What are you doing?” gasped Timmi. Rahul was parting Timmi’s cheeks with his cock and looking for her asshole as Rajesh kept her wedged onto his big dick. 

“No. Don’t even think about it …please, Rahul …please don’t,” begged Timmi as Rahul found her butthole. He held onto her hips with his hands and forced his cock into Timmi’s ass. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back, a piercing yell bouncing across the room, and back again. Rahul was merciless as he sank his cock deep into Timmi’s butt and then the two men were both all the way inside her. The three of them stood there, Timmi’s breathing a ragged counterpoint to their controlled breathing. 

Rajesh and Rahul looked at each other. “Fuck her,” said Rahul. Both of them began to fuck her slow. Timmi was trapped between them and could only endure as they worked their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass. They mauled her tits while they fucked her and then, amazingly enough, Timmi started to get into it, moaning with their thrusts into her. Her hand went down to her pussy and she teased her clit while they fucked her. She was moaning, her eyes squeezed shut and everybody in the room knew she was going to cum. She opened her mouth but no sound came out for at least fifteen seconds and then she was groaning loud enough to be heard on the street as she came once, then again. They fucked her hard then, really pumping her. 

She went slack all of a sudden, her eyes rolling up into her head and they had to hold her upright. She moaned softly and Rahul said, “Let’s cum in her face.” Both men slipped their cocks out of her and let her drop to her knees. They stood in front of her while she watched them, dazed. They pumped their cocks in her face and it took about thirty seconds for them to start spurting. Gobs of hot sperm splattered Timmi’s face as both guys jacked off on her. Long ropey jets of the cum leaped from their cocks and lay heavy and wet on her face. 

He watched the two men cum in Timmi’s face and had to lean against the glass to stay upright. His cock was hard as a rock and he wanted to go out there and add to the copious amount of sperm they were giving her. But that would have to wait.

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