3 comments/ 29118 views/ 6 favorites Sizzlers: The Club Opening Night Ch. 01 By: nextcenturyromeo Author's Note: You might not believe it but I started this one as a single story. How foolish of me! With my bad habit of trying to describe every dress, every situation and every girl in complete detail, there was no chance of finishing it in one part. So this will be a 4-part story, the first 2 parts I am posting right now, as Chapters 1 and 2. The rest will follow if anybody really likes the first parts. To be fair to my readers -- the first part only leads up to the sex, explicit sex scenes are only in the second part onwards, so don't be disappointed and keep on reading. ===================== It's an open secret in the industry that the industry is nobody's friend. Even the superstar of today is not secure in his position. He may be earning millions today and he could be out on the road in the short period that seems like the click of a clapboard. That is one reason why most industry people, even the most successful ones, start some business or businesses which have nothing to do with films. Based on their own taste and interests these businesses may vary in nature, scale and location. Sometimes they are openly publicised, sometimes not actively publicised and sometimes kept a secret from the general public. Now when a film industry person starts a business, one that will interface directly with the public, they are bound to launch it in a sensational manner and it is equally inevitable that they should invite their industry friends and acquaintances to this sensational launch. As a successful director who has made numerous careers and even ruined some (I am a very vindictive man!), I get these invitations in dozens if not hundreds a month. But again as a successful man if I went to all of these, nobody will take me seriously. That is one reason for me to be very selective in attending these big, elaborate affairs; another one is my own reluctance to leave the luxurious comfort of my mansion where I am constantly surrounded by my gorgeous, sensuous playtoys who are sensational in their own way. I am sure you know that from previous acquaintance with me. Tonight I had decided to leave that comfort and luxury in order to oblige a, well call her a friend for want of a better word, to attend the opening of her nightclub. My girls are party animals and usually jump at a chance to go out with me. But I don't like to make a circus of myself, so withstanding the many pleadings and beggings I had only taken 3 of my sexy pets with me -- Amisha, Katrina and Rani. No matter how much I dislike publicity (other than for my movies), you just can't avoid it in Bollywood. As soon as I got out of the car, camera flashes were going off, even before I had slipped my arm around Amisha's waist who was getting out right after me. With Amisha and Rani on my right and Katrina's warm body pressed against my left side, I moved towards the entrance of the club, doing my best to ignore the dazzling camera (even the people who die for publicity ignore the press in public, that's the secret of looking important and famous). The sign above the door said, "Tasty Sizzlers" and the cleverly silhouetted sexy female bodies around the words made it clear that you were not entering a restaurant and another type of sizzlers were meant here. Around the main entrance of the club was the usual razzle-dazzle that you must have seen about a million times, the red velvet rope, the hefty guys with earpieces, the crowd of wannabes and the trickle of the current celebrities entering after their names were confirmed in "the list." Thankfully, the guys at the door didn't pretend to check my name against the list or I might have turned back and left. If nobody knows me, I shoudn't be here, that's my simple logic. Ignoring their civilized, subtle nod of "go ahead" I entered as if I owned the joint, with the million-dollar beauties on my arms. The inside was not pitch dark but that's all I can say about it. There were some roving lights but when, where and what they would illuminate was not predictable. I was still trying to get used to this almost-darkness when I felt a soft, feminine body being pressed against me. "Hello, Sir," she whispered in my ear as she slithered up against my body in a smooth flow of satin, some of which was her outfit and rest of it her smooth, soft body. "Hello, Sangeeta!," I responded as my arms went around her marvellous figure, my hands skilfully started a survey of her warm, sensuous body. She was wearing a thin transparent red saree, I could see now, the border was opaque, red, embroidered type. The saree itself was quite see-through and could cover her body where there were some embroidered flowery patterns existed otherwise my hands could feel her smooth skin under the very thin and transparent layer of fabric, even on her ass where there was clearly nothing under a few layers of the sexy, thin saree. As she was pressing her cheek against mine, I leaned down a little to kiss the side of her neck, the thin strap of her blouse had left her shoulder and neck so fully accessible. My left hand was on her bare back, examining the soft, warm expanse of bare skin that her backless blouse had left exposed. She simply wrapped her body around me, moulding her body to fit against mine, every soft, warm curve of her body oozing warm current as she skilfully embraced with me no reservations. Her lips grazed my cheek and then pressed on my lips - her hot, hungry, luscious lips that felt like hot honey, devouring my lips. She opened her mouth, welcoming my tongue into her hot mouth. She was one of the careers I had made. In the one year that I had had her, she had been a completely insatiable slut, begging to be fucked, any time, anywhere, never worrying about who might see us or who might walk in. I had fucked every part of her and never had she shown even the slightest uninterest in being used no matter what the situation. Finally, she had left the movies at an early stage and married a sportsman. I had let her go reluctantly but it had been a friendly parting. We had kept in touch now and then. Tonight, her body was expressing her emotions that she had missed me. Her hot, hungry tongue was dancing with my probing tongue as I explored her sweet mouth. My hands roamed over her gorgeous, warm body, kneading her firm ass with one hand while my left hand rubbed her bare back and her slim waist that she had managed to keep slim and svelte against the passage of time. She was taller than average and I knew she would be wearing only 2" high heels to be comfortably positioned against me. The way she pressed her crotch against me, I could feel the heat from her pussy right on my hardening cock, through several layers of cloth. She move her hips in a subtle yet marked circular motion, grinding her soft mound on my rod, skilfully giving my cock a nice, hot pussy massage, while her hands roamed around my shoulders and neck, her long shapely fingers moving through the hairs on my neck. Finally, breathless, we broke the kiss, but she made no effort to pull herself away. Instead she kept massaging my hot, hard cock in that erotic, circular motion as she looked into my eyes, "This slut is always yours, my Master. If you give the command, I will strip right now." And I knew she would. On the floor of her own nightclub, in the crowd of the opening night, she would get naked and take my cock, welcoming it into her hungry cunt no matter if it was dozens of people watching or hundreds. That knowledge made my cock even harder, but I shook my head, "Later, my slut.," I said with a pat on her ass. She moved aside, somehow coming closer as she moved out of my embrace but pressed against my side, giving space to a girl who, as if waiting for her cue, stepped smartly forward to be introduced. "I am very sorry, Master," said Sangeeta as her soft breast kept massaging behind my shoulder, "but I will have to be busy with many things tonight. Amrita Arora is the chief hostess of this club, tonight her sole duty will be to take care of you. She will be at your beck and call, to do your bidding. Anything you need, just tell her, she'll do anything you ask. Isn't that right, Amrita?" I looked the girl over as she took another half-step forward at the mention of her name. She was not very tall, maybe about 4 or 5 inches less than Sangeeta but her heels were about 6" high, making her stand at about the same height. She had a slim, very well-proportioned body, a very well proportioned body indeed. Her breasts, very fair in colour and very well-formed in size and curvature were supported by the tapering straps of her shiny, silver, halter dress, in such a way that they were half-supported, pulled apart and the fair, bare skin of her chest between them looked very inviting, very lickable. I got the feeling that I'd like to push my face in her cleavage and lick that soft, smooth skin, at the same time feeling the exposed sides of her firm breasts pressing on my cheeks. The cleavage of her dress was very generous indeed and the skirt of her dress was equally stingy. It covered her perfectly rounded ass but just barely. You could tell that if she moved her panties would be peeking under the micro-mini dress with every step. If I knew Sangeeta she would not have allowed her panties tonight, not even under that dangerously short dress. Amrita noticed the scrutiny of my eyes and silently turned around, moving slowly, letting my eyes complete the survey of her very desirable, very hot, young body. Her hair, brown, shiny and loose were hanging on her back, reaching about 4 inches below the neck. She lifted her hair and pulled it forward on her shoulder to give me an unhindered view of her back side. The dress did not even make an effort to cover her back. She was bared to the view, right up to her slim, shapely waist. Another half-inch lower and the top edge of her ass crack would have popped into view. As it was, she was just barely covered. She turned around and faced us again, then lifted her right foot, placing it further to the right, so her feet were shoulder width apart. Then she looked into my eyes and replied to Sangeeta's question, "Yes, sir. Your wish is my command. I am here to please you, in anyway you want. Just let me know." Well, that message was clear but then I had not really expected Sangeeta to employ a girl that I could not fuck. With another kiss, brief this time, Sangeeta slipped out of my embrace and disappeared in the ever-increasing sea of bodies. Amrita closed the distance between us with a quick yet smooth half-step and stood very close to me, close enough that her body brushed lightly against mine and her exotic, highly intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils. Looking up into my eyes with a smile on her lips, she asked, "I have noticed Sangeeta ma'am calls you 'Master', would you prefer the same from me, or should I call you, 'Sir'?" I slipped my right hand around her slim waist, with the same assurance of a man who sees a rasgulla in the plate before him and knows that all he has to do is pick it up and eat it. As my fingers moves around her waist and came upon her bare skin, she gasped lightly and pressed closer, her young, vibrant body radiating live heat. I put my left hand on her right breast, lightly, caressingly and slowly moved it up, tracing the shiny, smooth strap of her sexy dress. While my fingertips were caressing her bare skin on either side of the thin strap, I looked into her eyes and asked my own question, "What do you think would be more appropriate?" With a slight thrust of her pelvis she pressed her crotch right against mine and said with a slight moan, "Mmmm, I would love to call you Master." I shook my head, while keeping my right hand on her back, exploring the soft, warm expanse of bare skin. Bringing my face a little closer to hers, I said softly, "That has to be earned, honey." She pouted and said, "I'll try, Sir." Keeping her body pressed against mine, she asked, "How can I serve you, sir? Would you like a drink, something to snack on...I recommend me.," She looked into my eyes. "Hmmmm," I made a show of looking her over, "while the dish is certainly nice, why don't you keep it warm for me until I am ready?" She nodded, "It will be warm and juicy just as you like it, when you are ready, Sir. For now..?" Before she could complete her sentence, my cellphone started spewing out a melody telling me and those around me that I had someone calling me. Unlike most film industry people who can buy the most expensive gizmos but don't know how to use them, I do know how to use these little blinking-beeping friends. I know how to set my cellphone so it receives all calls but rings only on the important ones. And this time, my evening time, was only for the very few people who I know would not call me without reason or whom I would love to speak to at any time. Therefore as Amrita broke off in mid-sentence, I pulled out my phone, to see that it was my assistant director calling. Amrita stayed close to me pressing her breast into my side, while my arm kept wrapped around her slim, shapely waist. My assistant director, a young guy named Gajjan, was quite competent with a fair experience of the film industry, but was apt to get excited or upset over little things. Tonight though, he had good reason. Somebody had broken into my studio and stolen some heroines' dresses from the stock room. With the phone in my left hand, my right hand was wandering over Amrita's bare waist, feeling her soft, warm body up and down. Casually my fingers slipped lower feeling her pert little ass, grabbing her tight ass cheek, kneading it slowly as I carried on a completely different conversation on the phone. Amrita responded by pressing her breast harder on my chest while pushing her ass back into my hand. Gajjan was telling me how he came down to the studio to get his pocket pc that he had forgotten there in the day, so he could make a plan for tomorrow's schedule and found the window broken and signs of forced entry. Even as I listened to him, my right hand slipped quietly under Amrita's short dress and slid up on her smooth thigh, cupping her bare ass cheek in my big hand. My fingers confirmed that she was indeed not wearing any panties. Not even a thong. She squirmed against me, and slowly moaned in my ear. I told Gajjan to call the police and be there to help them with the investigation. While I talked to him, I kept playing with Amrita's gorgeous, young body, my fingers easily slipping into her ass crack. She opened her legs wider apart and arched her back, giving me better access to her private parts. I told Gajjan on the phone that I will not be there but to report to me on the phone after he talked to the police. At the same time I pressed a fingertip on Amrita's puckered, tight ass hole, rubbing and pressing gently, which caused her to press up against my body. Her hot breath caressed my neck as she gently pressed her soft, hot lips to my ear and whispered in a horny, breathy voice, "Oh God!" I hung up the phone and put it away, then looked down at Amrita who was still pressed against me and looking up into my eyes with a look that said that she wanted to be kissed. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her soft, luscious lips for a brief moment then looked into her eyes and said, "You are a slut, girl." She smiled a slight, naughty smile and said, "Yes, sir, I am!" I smiled and said, "Lucky for you I like sluts!" That made her smile, I kneaded her firm ass cheek one more time then slapped her ass and said, "Go get me a drink, slut!" "Yes, Sir," she moved away with the deliberate seductive, ass-swaying motion of a girl who knows she's being watched and likes to be watched. Her dress was slightly hiked on her ass, leaving her buttocks partly exposed but she made no effort to pull it down. Even before she was out of sight in the crowd, my girls moved in close around me, keeping me safe from the crowd and warm. I looked at Amisha on my right. She was wearing a black bra that lifted her full breasts in an inviting manner, creating a very sexy cleavage effect. Over this she was wearing a short, sleeveless, collarless, black sequin jacket that was open enough to not hide the cleavage. Her skirt was also black sequin and just barely long enough to cover her ass. She had had her hair curled for the occasion and they looked very lovely cascading down her shoulders. She was wearing 6" high, black heels that strapped on her ankles and made her long sexy legs look longer and sexier. She had expertly filled the space left by Amrita on my right and my arm was now wrapped around her slim waist as it was around Amrita a second ago. She pressed her hot tits on my chest as she stood on tiptoe to speak in my ear above the din of the music, "Sir, we seem to be in the way here, should we find a place to sit somewhere?" I nodded and pointed towards a series of couches placed against the wall, on the other end of the room. It was not easy to pass through the dance floor but we tried. I could see men looking, rather staring at the beauties with me. It made me smile to watch the men gawk and stare at their hot bodies, their thoughts were so easy to guess. The ones who were not undressing them with their eyes, were raping them in their minds. It always makes me feel proud to own something that every men in the place wants and lusts after. I made no effort to hide my actions as my hands moved easily on their soft bodies, caressing and rubbing their bare backs and their firm asses. Katrina on my left, was looking especially delectable and I could see a group of young struggler-types staring at her long legs with their mouths open. The plain yellow 5" miniskirt that she was wearing didn't leave much to imagination. Her long, shapely legs were bare right up to her upper thighs, her 5" high yellow heels helping to make her legs longer, sexier and much more arousing. Her top was a strappy, golden tank top that hugged her body tightly, the texture of the cloth reflected light like a disco ball as she moved. She moved in a way that made it clear that she was aware of the effect she was having on men all around her. She had no bra on and her top held her soft, full tits in a way that any man would start licking his lips at the sight of that tantalizing cleavage. Her back was bare and my fingers were caressing her soft bare skin slowly. She had asked me about wearing panties because of the shortness of the skirt, it barely covered her ass, but I had said no! I wanted her aware of her vulnerability and I knew that'd only make her hotter and wetter! We were making slow progress through the dance-enthusiasts and might have gone about 10 steps when a girl stepped into my path and said, "Hello, Sir." Now, I might have given you the impression that I meet and fuck many girls, well, that is correct. But even so I have a very good memory for faces and bodies. So, when Preity stepped in front of me, I not only remembered her face and her name but also where I had seen her before. (For details read story: Party Time in Bollywood). But of course, you don't say that to a girl, not in Bollywood. I looked at her and said, thoughtfully, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" She bowed her head in shame for a second, then looked up again, "Yes, sir, you told me to report to you at home and I never turned up." I simply kept silent and kept looking at her. She continued to explain herself, "Actually, I had to go to my home, my mom was not well. I just got back this week." I nodded to let her know I was still talking to her. "May I..," she hesitated, "May I stay with you for a while tonight, sir?" She got the words out with some effort. Sizzlers: The Club Opening Night Ch. 01 I let my eyes wander over her body, visibly examining her. Even in the semi-darkness of the club you could see her young, firm body stand out like a lovely vision. She was wearing a pink top of the kind that actually fits on the breasts like a bra, but in order to make it more like a top there are some straps or actually strings, that hang below the breasts, pretending to cover the belly. Her straps, or strings were in napkin shape, leaving the sides of her belly bare. She saw my silent inspection and slowly turned around. Once again like that night when I met her first, I was impressed by her intelligence and her obedience. Her back was bare except for two slim straps tying in the middle of her back. Her hair like before were short and falling just to the middle of her back. Her skin looked really smooth and healthy, really tempting to touch. Her skirt had the same disco ball quality as Katrina's top only more golden in shade. But the skirt was even a little shorter than Kat's if that's possible, you got the feeling if she bent over she would put everything on display. She was not as tall as Katrina, but her heels were higher than Kat's, 7" spike heels as I saw them, and they did make her ass look very, very spankable. She completed her turn and looked at me silently, like a good girl, not repeating her question, though I knew she'd be tempted to. I looked straight into her eyes and gave a small nod to her, which brought smile to her lips. I might have told you that when she smiled, both her cheeks dimpled in a very innocent-yet-sexy way. She became part of my entourage as I once again started the journey towards the leather couch. We were almost there when Amrita Arora once again came into the presence holding a drink in her hand. "Oh, I am sorry it took so long, Sir," she said breathlessly, "there is a huge crowd tonight." I smiled, "A big crowd on opening night is always good for business. Where can we sit in relative peace?" I asked her. "Oh yes, Sir. Please come with me, Sir," she turned to move with a sideways glance on Preity that was not really friendly. Her glance was that of a dog for another dog when there's only one bone. I grinned at my own metaphor. Sizzlers: The Club Opening Night Ch. 02 Amrita took us to a staircase that was all but hidden from the dance-floor. The wall bore the legend "VIP area" and there was a big husky guy guarding the stairs lending credibility to the words. Following Amrita up on this circular staircase we came to a big enclosure that was very comfortably furnished with leather couches along 3 walls and a table in the middle. It was not too big to be a hall but still big enough for a small, private party. The fourth wall was all glass with a waist-high railing running just inside of the wall. I guessed that wall-window looked down over the dance floor. The music from the club was playing in this room as well. Lighting was a little stronger than the dance floor but still dim and romantic rather than glaring like a movie set. "Hmmmm, nice!", I looked at Amrita who smiled, "I am glad you like it, Sir. Tonight this is reserved for your exclusive use." "Lovely," I said, "I like things for my exclusive use", I let my eyes wander over her young, sexy body to show her what I meant. She blushed red and nodded, "Yes, Sir, exclusively for your use." She pushed her chest out, more prominently displaying that lovely, milky cleavage to confirm that she knew what I meant. I was thinking of making my next move on one of the girls but just then the phone rang. Any other time I might have ignored that but with the theft and all I wanted to be kept updated. It was Gajjan as I had expected. I told him to go ahead and report while I found a seat on one of the couches. Amisha and Katrina sat on either side of me, providing me the kind of warmth I like. Rani stood indecisive for a moment then decided not to be outdone and came in between my legs to find a place on my lap. I opened my legs and let her perch her sexy, hot ass on my left thigh. As she lowered herself on my lap, my left hand went to her waist, and slid up smoothly on her soft, smooth skin, her blouse was not covering much back there, just a couple of thin straps. Her saree was a transparent red, other than the flowers that were embroidered in the same colour. The blouse was a strappy red affair, not transparent but thin enough that it wrapped in a very alluring way around her shapely breasts. She slipped her right arm around me and pressed her right breast on my chest. I could feel it pressing on my chest but I could also see down into the valley of her milky breasts for the blouse was quite a deep cut in front and almost completely backless in the back. I placed my hand on her bare back, between her shoulder blades and squeezed her a little tighter against me, at the same time leaning down towards her smiling lips. Her mouth was half-open before my tongue touched her bottom lip. Like a good slut she had offered me her mouth to suck, lick or explore as I wanted, she was ready and willing to accept the invasion of my tongue into her mouth. I just licked her bottom lip, tasting her gently, teasing her despite her willingness and eagerness to be sucked and explored. Her lips were luscious both to look at and to taste and I took her soft, warm, bottom lip in my mouth and sucked it softly.... Gajjan was going on in my right ear. That guy could not be brief if his life depended on it. Just then he said something which needed a response. I let go of Rani's lip and pulled back an inch before saying, "Yes, that's alright!" in the phone. As I heard a new voice in the phone I realized Gajjan had just asked me to listen to the inspector's report. Rani squirmed on my lap, and her thigh, soft and warm pressed on my hard cock that was already outlined in my pants. Moving calmly with a half smile on her lips, she slipped her left blouse strap off the shoulder and let her palloo drop in her lap. Rani bared her firm, perfectly shaped breast and pushed it up, offering me her milky white body to play with as I listened to the inspector's boring assessment of the situation. In style, this guy could be Gajjan's twin brother the way he spent so much time on every unimportant detail. Maybe he wanted to impress me, in this business we try to cooperate with the police but the police also like to cooperate with the wealthy filmmakers. I let him ramble on in my ear while I leaned down on Rani's chest, the tip of my tongue touched her warm, smooth skin between her breasts and then I moved it along up the curve of her firm, soft breast until it reached her perky, erect nipple. I pressed my hot mouth on her nipples and started sucking softly. Then I increased the circle, taking more of her soft, pliant breast in my mouth, my tongue still played with her erect nipple, flicking it around. She gasped in my ear, and I could feel her hot breath on my neck. She pressed her right breast harder into my chest as I sucked her left one. With a slow, teasingly gentle motion I grazed her soft breast with my teeth until they touched her nipple and then I clamped both sets of my teeth around her erect yet soft nipple, biting gently, but not too gently. "Ohhhh, Master!", she breathed in my ear, "Your slut is wet and dripping, so ready to take your hard cock into her waiting cunt." I frowned. This was all good and I was enjoying playing with her gorgeous, hot body as I carried on a totally unrelated and serious conversation on the phone, but her talking was going to distract me and might reach the other party through the phone. I slid her gently to the floor as I got up with the phone still clutched in my right hand. Preity had gone directly to the railing from where a view of the dance floor below could be had. I moved over there, watching the crowd below while the police inspector carried the weight of the conversation almost entirely on his own shoulders. As I watched the young guys below take advantage of the beautiful, scantily-clad girls in the relative darkness, my left hand moved gently up and down on Preity's almost completely bare back. She was bent over the metal railing, her hands resting on the smooth pipe while her back was straight and smooth, displayed in a very alluring manner. Her ass was pushed back, not in a very slutty way but still quite suggestively. Her skirt was so short that even in that position it was hiked up almost to the curve of her rounded ass and her ass hole and pussy were both clearly visible to the naked eye. My hand, following the natural curve of her body, slid down the smooth well-rounded curve of her ass and then lower, on her bare ass, caressing the tight, firm cheeks slowly, almost absent-mindedly for I was still on the phone. While the inspector was trying to impress me with the clues he found and the fine investigative work he was still doing there in my studio, I let my fingers slip easily down to Preity's soft, shaved pussy, tracing her hot, and a little moist, pussy slit with my fingertips. She lifted her left foot and with a soft click of the high heel placed it wider apart, exposing herself and giving me better access to her private parts. My expert fingers parted her lips, at the spot where they were moist and soft, covering her pussy entrance. I touched inside her hole with my fingertips and found that she was more than a little moist, quite juicy in fact. My finger went a little deeper, exploring her soft, wet hole, touching the soaking wet walls of her pussy. I saw her head come up with a slight jerk as my fingers touched the sensitive spots but she made no other sound. She just stood there, docile, submissive, with her legs spread wide and her ass pushed back, positioned so perfectly for penetration... I was talking on the phone now, telling the guy I didn't want any publicity of the whole theft thing and he was agreeing with me, promising me the full cooperation of the Bombay police force. But at the same time, I had two fingers up into Preity's tight, wet cunt. I was fucking her with my fingers and she was taking it like a good slut, using her hips to push back on my invading fingers, surrendering her body to be played with as I wanted to play. I pulled my finger out of Preity's wet pussy and started to undo my pants with one hand. My cock was so hard, it was threatening to poke a hole in the cloth and I was having trouble with my belt with one hand. Amrita Arora, who had been lounging beside Preity, came to me and immediately dropping to her knees, started doing what I was not able to do with one hand i.e. taking my pants off. Amrita licked her lips as my hard cock came up like an erect telephone pole right in front of her face. I let her drool while I turned to Preity again who was watching me with interest over her shoulder. As I lined up my hard rod behind her, she lowered herself, opening her legs and arching her back, she presented a nice, straight target for my shaft to penetrate. I went in easy, slowly dipping my hot, hard cock in her dripping pussy juices. She exhaled audibly. I kept going in, slowly, nicely, the thick beast fitting tightly in her young, tight cunt hole. My free hand moved up her bare back, caressing her softly as my cock started to fill her wet and willing cunt. She stood still, letting me take charge and decide how I wanted to fuck her, without pushing back like an overeager slut. I was impressed by the way Amrita understood the nod of my head and came to kneel between Preity's wide open legs. She pressed her face up right below her pussy and I could feel her hot, eager tongue licking my hard cock as I pulled slowly out of Preity's tight cunt. I loved the way Preity's hot, tight, fully soaked cunt felt around my throbbing shaft. I pushed into her again, slowly, giving Amrita a chance to lick my cock, letting her taste Preity's juices from my shaft. Preity started moaning slightly, with every entry, her cunt was hungry and needed a hard fuck and the slow fucking was driving her out of control. The police inspector went off the line and gave the phone back to Gajjan. I continued fucking Preity's dripping wet cunt slowly in and while Amrita continued to lick my meaty shaft like a eager bitch. Once, as I was telling Gajjan what he should tell the police, I let my soaking wet cockhead slip out of Preity's hungry cunt and Amrita readily slipped it into her mouth, taking the hard, hot dick deep into her mouth. Almost made me forget the next words as she lifted her face up and smoothly slid my cock down her throat like a sword entering a sheath. I pulled my cock out of Amrita's throat while making a mental note to test this particular skill of hers sometime soon and slipped it back into Priety's wet pussy hole. The way her pussy muscles clenched around my cock, I could sense that she was hungry, very, very hungry. With a final word of caution to Gajjan that there should be no publicity of the theft, I hung up and handed to phone to Amisha. I pulled my cock almost fully out of Preity's pussy and taking a firm grip on her slim waist I slammed it hard and deep into her hot, wet cunt, causing her to utter a loud gasp, arching her back at the same time. I let the thick, throbbing shaft stay lodged in her tight cunt, letting her body get used to its size while I rubbed her back, and her soft neck. She had a really firm, soft body, and I enjoyed feeling her up, touching her all over. Then I started to really fuck her, hard, deep strokes that made her take a firm grip on the railing and moan with every entry. My left hand up on her bare back, feeling her soft, smooth skin slightly moist with perspiration as her delicate body was being pounded so ruthlessly. I took a grip on her silken hair and pulled her head up with a jerk which, while not cruel, was not really gentle. I twisted her head to look at me and ordered, "Hands on the wall, slut!" "Yes, Master!", she responded like an obedient slut and moved forward to put her hands on the glass wall. Amrita got out from under her quickly and I moved with Preity, never pausing my pumping of her juicy, hot cunt. With the new position I adjust my angle of entry and thrust upwards, in a powerful stroke. Preity arched her back and moaned long and loud like a wounded doe as my thick shaft pierced her cervix, skewering her like a piece of meat on a stick. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist as I proceeded to fuck her brains out with my thrusting beast. I used one hand to loosen her top straps and let it drop, then used both hands to grab her firm, proud breasts and knead them hard. Amrita was kneeling on my right, rubbing my bare legs with her small, soft hands. Leaving one of Preity's tits for a second I pulled her up by the hair and guided her to a position just like Preity's beside her. She went willingly, placing her hands on the glass, right beside Preity's. She hiked up her sexy minidress and spread her legs wide, putting herself on display nicely like a willing slut, ready to be taken and used. She turned her head to me, looking at me for guidance, ready for any orders. "Kiss her!", I told her and that was one order she had not been expecting, but after that moment's hesitation she started to obey it. Preity had turned her head towards her when she heard my order and their lips touched as I watched. My hard, slamming cock jerked Preity's body forward with another hard stroke and they separated again. I slapped Amrita's bare ass hard, "Harder, bitch!", I growled at Amrita. She yelped as the spanking stroke stung her ass then tried to do a better job. As she pressed her lips harder on Preity's red lips, I grabbed their hair, with one hand in each of their lovely, silken manes, and pressed them together. My cock was still fucking Preity deep where she had never been entered but amidst moans she got into the kiss. The sight of their soft lips smushing together was so hot it made my cock even harder, if that's possible. They were now using their tongues and kissing passionately like two horny sluts. Then I saw Preity break the kiss and groan loudly, "Please may I cum, Master? Please?" Well, this was a slut who knew how to ask permission, without my having to train her! I was pleased, "You may cum now, slut!" Her body jerked almost the moment I said that, and then she was flowing with juices, all over my cock and my balls. I continued to slam her dripping cunt with hard, ruthless thrusts that made her cum even more, her groans and moans so loud I wondered if the people on the dance floor below could hear her despite the music. I pulled my cock out of her Preity's dripping, flowing cunt and walked to position myself behind Amrita. Grabbing Amrita's hair I pushed her face forward and slammed the raging hard shaft into her willing but tight cunt. "Ungh!", Her grunt of surprise was very hot, perhaps she had been expecting me to stop. Instead I started pounding her little cunt making her moan louder with each thrust. I undid the strap behind her neck and let the top of her dress hang down. I grabbed her soft tits and started kneading them, while my hot mouth tasted her soft, sexy body, my tongue licking and sucking the side of her neck. Amrita's grunts and yelps showed that the thick monster that was ripping into her soft, wet cunt was hurting her with every thrust but she kept pushing her ass back, taking it as deep as I wanted to fuck her. With her hair in my grip and her head tilted up, her neck was exposed to me and I sucked and bit on her soft neck, just under her jaw line, and with each bite her body gave a kind of jerk that signified that the heat level was increasing in her body. I grabbed her ass and carefully positioning her on my long hard stick, slammed upwards into her tight cunt. "Oh, ma!", Her wail was longer and more passionate that Preity's when my swollen, hard cockhead invaded her cervix. Obviously, she had also never been fucked as deep before. I keep that angle of assault, skewering her deep and hard, fucking her cunt and cervix with rough, powerful strokes as she tried to stay there, despite the pain, trying to please me. And then she was pushing back, the pain mixing with pleasure, driving her to intense heights of passion. She pushed back, taking my cock as deep into her soft, delicate body as she could, letting my cockhead plough into her soft, sexy pussy and use her like fuckmeat. "Yes, Master, please take your slut! Fuck you whore, Master, use her!", Her surrender was now complete! "Master...may I..?", following Preity's example she started to ask permission but suddenly her body gave way and she exploded in a frenzy of passion, her juices flowing out of her cunt and there was nothing she could do about it. I put my mouth on her bare back, right between her shoulder blades sucking and biting on each side of her bare spine as my cock continued to slam deep into her young, tight cunt. My cock was digging deep into her cunt when it exploded with a sensation of an electric storm that I could feel all through my body. I grabbed her hips and slammed her dripping, tight cunt with deliberate, rough thrusts and with every thrust my cockhead shot a fresh load of my hot burning sperm into her body. "Oh God!", the way she gasped I knew she could feel it deep in her body as I marked her as my slut with my hot cum! Amrita joined the collapsed form of Preity on the floor when I let go of her, pulling out my cock from her battered cunt. I turned towards the couch and nodded to Rani. With quick steps she came over to me and went down to her knees at my feet. Like a good slut, she spread her knees and bowed her head, eyes focus on my feet, ready for my order. I slipped my fingers into her silky dark hair and jerked her face up. Pulling her face between my legs I rested the tip of my cum-drenched cock on her luscious, red lips. Rani dutifully opened her mouth and started licking my cock clean. Katrina and Amisha both knelt on either side of Rani, silently but hoping to be of service. I knew my sluts well. Even Amrita having gotten up to her knees, was looking at Rani slurping the juices from my cock and licking her lips. But she did not deserve it, she needed to learn her lesson for her mistake. Katrina and Amisha hadn't made any mistakes and I let them help Rani in cleaning me up. Katrina's expert tongue started licking around the base of my thick cock while Rani took the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking it lovingly in and out. Amisha dipped her head low and started working on my balls, licking the mixed cum from them and sucking them like this was the taste she lived for! I was enjoying the 3 different gorgeous girls serving my cock, their hands on my legs, their soft tits pressed against my thighs and their hot breaths on my dick and my balls, when I heard a voice from the direction of the stairs, "Awww, Master you started without me!", said Sangeeta with a note of complaint and disappointment in her voice.