Anisha in Love

When Tushar first told Anisha of the plan, she thought it was a joke, but after a while she had to face the fact that he was telling the truth, that he was very serious indeed.

"That's right, Anisha," Nisha told her. "All of us in the club are rich and we can pay as much as we like when we want something special. Each couple tosses a thousand dollars in the pot."

"And all I have to do to pick it up is spend one weekend with each couple."

"That's right, dear," Tushar told her, "and one more weekend at an orgy you'll never forget. Six weekends in all."

"What will I be expected to do? I mean besides fucking?"

"Just about anything and everything, but chances are you'll be as anxious to do all those things as your hosts will be. It will be a post graduate course in sex and you should wind up with a Ph.D, status."

"There are no limits though?" she asked, a little nervously.

"Hell yes, far out ones. There will be no blood, no pain beyond spankings, unless you want it, no eating shit or anything like that. You'll find them wild but interesting."

"Tell me some of the things I may be expected to do. I'm more curious than afraid."

"Well, as for the basics, you'll suck pussys and cocks," Tushar told her. "Then too, they all enjoy the spanking games. At least one of the men, I won't tell you which one,--likes to ass fuck and tongue nice little arseholes."

"And one couple," Nisha took over, "--likes to play pee games."

"Pee games?" Anisha asked.

"That's right. They like to pee on each other and when he's in the mood, he--likes to drink pee right from the pussy, hot and salty. You won't be expected to drink it, but he will probably went to pee on you and she may too."

"Is it exciting?" Anisha wanted to know.

"Let's put is this way, dear," Nisha explained. "If you were just sitting, minding your business and some guy walked up to you, pulled his prick out and pissed all over you, it wouldn't be exciting. At least not to me it wouldn't. If, on the other hand, you've been playing and fucking and sucking and you want to experience more kicks, the pee games can be fun. You Nishar believe that when some naked man crouches under you and you piss right in his mouth, it's exciting and then some."

It was early in the evening of Anisha 's second visit to their home and they were relaxing after a light but tasty dinner. The maid had gone home and the three of them were looking forward to an evening of sex but were not rushing it, there was plenty of time and they enjoyed letting desire build gradually.

"Needless to say, I'll take the deal," Anisha told the couple, "but I feel a little guilty taking money from you. You've both been so good to me."

"We've been no Nishar to you than you have been to us, Anisha," Tushar told her. "I've got a ton of money now and the fucking stuff keeps falling on me like rain. If you pick up five thousand and invest it well, it could be the beginning of Nishar things for you. As you get to know our friends Nishar, there will be little gifts from time to time, the kind of gifts which can be folded and tucked into the seat of a woman's panties. I know you would never ask for money, but you should never turn it down either. One can be as bad as the other. Now, I think it's time to further your education a little, to prepare you for some of the games you'll play with out friends. First, I think you should get a little more practice at spanky-spank."

Anisha went to him, smiling, and held the hem of her dress high. He played with her thighs and round, firm bottom for a few minutes, then took her over his lap and spanked her hard enough to make her cry. She got off his lap, rubbing tingling buttocks, then went to Nisha who gave her a second helping and made her cry more loudly.

After that, the three went to the bedroom and stripped naked. While Tushar watched, sipping a drink, his wife and Anisha enjoyed a spirited romp on the bed which ended with the two of them locked in a writhing, end to end embrace, each sucking and lapping the pussy of the other until both climaxed.

"Come to me for another lesson now, Anisha," Tushar told her after the two women had rested for a minute.

Getting off the bed, she went to where he stood and, when he told her to, dropped to her knees.

"This little lesson will be all about cock sucking," Tushar told her as he rubbed her cheeks with both hands. "Anyone can suck a cock, but it can be refined to an art and that's what you must do. Nisha will teach you how. She's a magnificent cock sucker and if you do as she tell you, you will be too."

Kneeling beside the couple, Nisha showed the younger woman how to fondle, kiss and lick a hard penis so that it delighted her partner and drove him wild. She taught her how to suck and how to work the shaft in and out of her mouth, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could.

"Even after you've been sucking him for a while," she went on, "you take it out of your mouth from time to time to let it cool off and make it last longer.

You kiss and lick it, you fondle and lick his balls, then put it back in your mouth and resume sucking. I've sucked a cock for more than a half hour before I made it go off. It was as big a thrill for me as it was for him."

Learning her lesson well, Anisha sucked Tushar's prong for a long time, with many pauses to delay ejaculation, then she heard him panting that he was going to let go.

"This is the crucial moment, darling," Nisha whispered, "be sure you don't lose one precious drop of his cream. Suck him dry and coat your throat with sweet semen."

The big organ began spurting into her mouth and after a moment of panic when she thought it would choke her, the kneeling beauty got the hang of it and sucked Tushar dry, making his knees bend as she sucked on, seeking more and more until he told her to stop.

"Our beautiful Anisha is a first class cock sucker already," Tushar told his wife with a tired groan as he walked, weak kneed to the bed and sat, looking tired, but very content.

CHAPTER SIX

The following afternoon, Anisha sat trembling with excitement as she waited for the four men to arrive. She sensed that they were as anxious as she, telling herself that she was probably the most beautiful woman any of them had seen in years, if not ever, and wondering how she would feel when she was in Tushar's office with all of them, knowing that she would be partaking of sex with them and their wives before long.

It was Thursday afternoon and she would be visiting the first couple the next day after work. Her first meeting with a strange couple was just a little more than twenty-four hours away.

Tushar had gone to the outer reception area to greet his friends, and then, a couple of minutes before four, Anisha heard footsteps approaching, a lot of them, all the members of the exclusive sex club, she told herself and began trembling anew.

As they approached her desk, she saw the men giving her the eye, looking more than pleased at what they saw, then Tushar smiled and nodded his head and she followed the group into his private office and closed the door behind her, listening for the click of the automatic lock to ensure privacy. She had already alerted the office manager to the fact that Tushar was not to be disturbed.

She saw raw hunger in the eyes of the men as Tushar introduced her and she gave her hand to each, watching the way their eyes moved over the jutting front of her dress and lingered on the teasing bit of cleavage she showed. As each backed away, they admired the nylon thighs which showed so generously below the hem of her miniskirt which she had pulled higher just before their arrival.

Anisha had set up the small bar earlier and the men helped themselves to drinks. As they poured, Anisha smiled as she noted the trembling hands and knew that they were caused by her beauty and their erotic-thoughts involving her. She wondered how many of them had erections already, then observed some interesting bulges in the fronts of trousers as she went to the bar to get herself a drink.

As she approached it, she turned and let her behind brush across the front of one man. Her heart gave a little leap as she felt the stiff form of his tool and wondered how long it would be before she felt it in her pussy or mouth or, recalling some of the things Tushar had told her about the group, up her tight little arsehole.

"Now then, Anisha," Tushar said after she had taken a couple of sips of her drink, "suppose you have another sip or two while the gentlemen sit, then raise the hem of your skirt and display your lovely thighs."

Her hand was trembling as she raised the glass to her lips, she took a bigger sip, then put the glass down on the bar, licked her lips and gave them all a dazzling smile.

Anisha 's hands went to the hem of her skirt and she slowly raised it. Before it had gone up an inch, they saw the expanded tops of her sheer nylons and there were sighs and sounds of labored breathing.

The hem of her skirt continued to rise until they saw smooth, firm looking bare thighs above her nylons, then she continued the ascent of the garment until she decided her panties were almost in view. Holding the hem there, she turned slowly around, paused, then walked to the other end of the room and slowly back, confident and excited in her beauty, sensing what the sight of sheer nylons, perfectly formed thighs and contrasting black suspenders caressing white thighs was doing to them.

"Now, dear," Tushar said, his voice low, tone warm, "shall we let the gentlemen see the goodies you're hiding in your blouse?"

With a smile, her fingers trembling, she faced them and began unbuttoning her blouse. Tushar had told her how to do it most effectively and she remembered. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt so that it hung loosely. As she unbuttoned it from the top down, it fell partly open, but not enough for the men to see all they wanted to see.

Turning her back on them, she unbuttoned the cuffs, then removed the garment gracefully and dropped it onto Tushar's desk. Still she didn't turn to face them as she slowly raised her hands in front of her and the movement of her arms told the men she was fondling her breasts to arouse them even more.

"God, what a beautiful tease she is," she heard a man say.

"And what a beautiful hard-on I've got," another added and she heard nervous giggles.

Considering how experienced they were in swinging sex, it thrilled her that she could effect them that way, so she spent another few seconds fondling the cups of her low cut bra, then, her hands covering them as best they could, she slowly turned to face them, licked her lips, then took her hands away and listened, trembling, to the gasps and whispered comments of the panting men. Tushar, she saw, wore a proud smile as he winked at her, telling her without words how magnificently she was performing.

"And now, Anisha," your skirt," Tushar told her. "Let our friends have a look at the most beautiful ass in the world."

Turning her back to the men, Anisha took her time unfastening the waist of her short skirt, sliding the zipper down slowly with a sound that was loud and erotic in the quiet room as the men held their breath in strong anticipation of what they were going to see when she let the skirt go down.

She held the skirt in place as they held their breath, then pushed it down slowly, paused when the men could see the upper half of her buttocks and crack, then she pushed again and allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. She stood, posing, for a few seconds, then, her back still turned to the group, she bent and picked up the skirt, her lush behind straining the nylon of her panties.

"God, that's eatin' type ass," she heard one man say.

"That's ass fucking type ass," she heard another.

"I'd like to suck and fuck the little angel, then use that delicious ass for a pillow and dream sweet dreams."

With ass cheeks like that under your face, Moe," she heard another man comment, "they'd be wet dreams."

"My Christ," another observed aloud, "a ass that beautiful must poop pate defoi gras."

"You'll have your chance to find out," someone told him with a laugh, "and that will be one meal you can eat without a knife and fork."

Delighted by the comments, Anisha turned to face the men then. There was a radiant smile on her face but she doubted that any of them saw it, except Tushar, whose expression was another message of congratulation on her performance.

And then it was time for Anisha to remove her bra. She staged another virtuoso performance as she slowly unhooked it, held the cups over her breasts for a few seconds, then removed them one at a time and this time they seemed to groan in unison, a couple of them guilty of breaking the second commandment by taking the name of the Lord in vain while they thought of breaking a few more with her and performing other acts which Moses hadn't heard of when lie lugged the stone tablets down the mountain to establish the ground rules which were to haunt humankind for centuries.

Sighing, Anisha fondled her breasts lovingly, then used the tips of her fingers and thumbs to demonstrate how her sensitive nipples could harden and elongate.

"What a naughty little girl I am," she said with a sigh. "My little titty nipples have hard-ons." It wasn't a line Tushar had given her and he laughed along with the other men, proud of his girl.

When it was time for her to take her panties off, Anisha again turned her back to the men, bent a little from the waist and played with her buttocks with both hands, the tips of her fingers rubbing lightly, teasingly over the perfect orbs and sighed in real passion as the performance stimulated her as much as it did the men.

Anisha then began pushing her panties down, bent from the waist, her behind swaying slowly, with a gentle, suggestive rhythm rather than the exaggerated bumps and grinds of burlesque. There were more groans as she let the panties flutter to her feet and stood still slightly bent from the waist, but not bent so far that they were able to see the one feature which she still hid from them. She stepped out of her panties carefully, then turned to face them, her thighs pressed tightly together, white thighs and tummy contrasting with the raven black triangle of pubic hair.

Anisha allowed them to view her for a little while, then she moved her feet wide apart, jerked her hips with a little grunt, then stood hipshot and used the tips of her fingers to draw the shiny black hair higher and let them see the pink core of her femininity. After a few seconds, she used the tips of her fingers again and parted the tender lips to show them more as they sat trembling and panting with desire.

"Well, gentlemen," Tushar said proudly, shattering the charged silence of the room, "you've seen our Anisha. Do you agree with my estimation of her."

The men fell all over themselves assuring him that she was even more beautiful than they'd expected.

"Come on, Tushar," one of them said, "after a performance like that, can it be true that she's only been fucked three times?"

"That's the truth," Anisha replied, a little hurt that anyone would doubt her veracity. "My boy friend fucked me twice and Tushar fucked me once. Less than a month ago I was a virgin."

"God Christ," one man panted, "I believe her all the way, it's just my eyes I can't believe. All right. Tushar, we've seen it all and the deal is on, but first, what say you let us feel her to make sure it's all as firm as it looks'? "

"All right, gentlemen. One at a time and you have seconds each to give your hands the treat of a lifetime.

As the first man came to her, Anisha smiled and left her feet wide apart so that he would be able to feel all of her. His hands made a quick tour of breasts, thighs, buttocks and crotch, then he devoted the remainder of his time to fondling and squeezing more slowly until Tushar called time and the rest of the men took turns feeling Anisha 's lush body and thighs, each one longing for the day when she became his for a weekend, a thousand dollar one for Anisha who looked forward to the sex at least as much as she did to the money.

"And now gentlemen," Tushar said as he picked up her bra and picked up the five folded pieces of paper, dropping them into one of the big cups, "it's time for the draw. The man who draws number one will receive a visit from Anisha tomorrow evening and she'll stay until Sunday afternoon or evening. The man who draws number five will have to be very patient," he added with a wry grin.

The man began drawing and Anisha waited with pen and pad to write down the results.

"Harry, number four," Tushar called and she wrote it down, grinning at the sound of his muffled curse.

"Moe, number one," Tushar called then and Anisha was as delighted as he.

Of them all, Moe was her favorite on the basis of appearance. He had a central European look about him and a trace of accent which she thought could be Jewish. Whatever he was, he looked to her like a professor or a philosopher and she saw that his eyes were gentle as his hands had been when he had felt her up. She hoped this wife would be as interesting as she was sure he was going to be.

When only the final slip remained, Tushar didn't have to pick it up to see that he was number five since the first four numbers had been drawn. He laughed with them at the luck of the draw, not caring at all when he won the official weekend with Anisha since he could have her whenever he wanted.

"Well gentlemen," Tushar said with a shrug, "I guess that completes the ceremony."

"I guess it does," the man named Will said, "but I can't help looking at that beautiful mouth of Anisha 's and feeling this throbbing in my cock and balls. How about it?"

"Well now, Will," Tushar replied with a pensive look, "that wasn't a part of the deal. However, if Anisha goes along with it and you were to make an interesting offer, then I suppose something could be worked out. Knowing all of you as I do, I daresay each of you had a hundred dollars on him that he doesn't particularly need at the moment. Shall I pass the bra around?"

A little gasp of amazement broke from Anisha as the men reached for wallets and money clips in a hurry. As the bra was passed around, each man placed a folded bill into it and then Tushar put the bra down on his desk.

"Let's take it in reverse order," one of the men said. "Since you're number five, Tushar, you get the first blow job."

Taking his jacket off and tossing it over the back of his chair, Tushar stood in the center of the floor and Anisha dropped to her knees on the thick, soft carpet in front of him. As Nisha had taught her, she opened the top of his pants and pulled up his shirt and singlet, rolling them up so that his belly was bare.

After that, she pulled the zipper of his fly all the way down, then pulled pants and briefs down until they were close to his knees. His cock was hard as a pole and she handled it gently, kissing, licking and fondling it for a long time before she slipped the head into her mouth and bathed it with saliva.

She proceeded to give him a slow, loving blow job, pausing a few times to delay the termination of it, then, when he told her to, she took his tool in her mouth again and finished him, sucking him off and drinking a generous helping of his rich cream.

Tiredly, Tushar pulled his clothes up as the second man went to the kneeling beauty to have his cock sucked in her delightful style.

While Anisha worked on her generous clients, Tushar phoned his wife to tell her he would be late for dinner.

"I would have been on time," he explained, "but Anisha still has four more cocks to suck and the sweet way she does it takes time."

"I'll want to hear all about that later," Nisha said with a tinkling laugh. "You are bringing her home for dinner, aren't you?"