4 comments/ 57984 views/ 5 favorites The Naughty Samaritan By: mpqm1968 Sunita Johansson gazed into the long bedroom mirror, turning in profile to survey her hips and bum before smoothing down the cotton skirt. Swivelling around, the hem rode halfway up her angular thighs. Reaching up, a smear of pink lipstick defined a heart-shaped pout. The unlikely coupling of a Scandinavian businessman and an Indian beauty queen 25 years ago had produced a paradoxical yet dazzling cocktail in which coffee coloured silken skin contrasted piercing blue eyes and a thick mane of golden hair. "Damn it, Suni, I've nothing to wear again," echoed the voice from the landing. Hurriedly Sunita tugged down the t-shirt over her heaving bosom, forgetting that she had still to put on a bra as Louise stepped uninvited into the room. Five years Sunita's junior, Louise was a stereotypical hard-up student whose food and clothing budget seemed to be constantly stretched by a regime of non-stop partying. Stood unashamedly in the doorway in jeans and bra, the pretty brunette bemoaned a lack of going-out attire, her hazel eyes appealing to Sunita's better nature. Sunita issued a mock rebuke before reaching inside the wardrobe and extracting two hangers. "Okay, silky white or strappy blue?" enquired Sunita. With a gushing smile Louise unclasped the turquoise top and shimmied into it. "Mmmmm, you are soooo my size," she cooed. "Taxi's on its way." Louise and her boyfriend Adam had shared Sunita's house for almost a year ago now and, apart from the constant drain on her wardrobe, they were good, reliable lodgers. Well their parents' were reliable, the rent cheques always on time. Not that Sunita needed the extra income, what with the small fortune bequeathed to her after her mother was killed in a car smash and her distraught father took his own life shortly after. Once the grief had finally dissipated, left in a dreadfully lonely state, it made sense to take in a couple of lodgers, if only for the company. And with financial security assured, Sunita had little need to work. Yet she had no wish to become a hermit either which was how she came to embark upon some part time voluntary work, three nights a week offering counselling skills gained from bitter personal experience at the local Samaritans. Being exam time in a predominantly student orientated town, she found herself stretched, though in a rewarding manner. In a perverse way, speaking to these desperate people helped Sunita come to terms with her own grievance. So, whilst Adam and Louise were propping up the bar of the Golden Fleece, Sunita provided a caring ear. Gathering up her handbag, Sunita was struck by a deliciously salacious thought. Reaching inside the skirt, her thumbs hooked the sides of the panties, easing them down her thighs and off. "Oh Sunita, what is happening to you?" she mouthed rhetorically. * * * "I don't know how you do it," said Louise, for perhaps the billionth time, as they stepped into the taxi, "spending all Friday night listening to a bunch of losers!" "If I stop one person doing something stupid it has to be worth it, doesn't it?" countered Sunita. Louise curled her lip, evidently deficient of the caring gene that motivated the older girl. Though recently, the agenda had changed somewhat radically, Sunita's motivation coming from a different source. It was a secret she kept from her lodgers, filling Sunita in turns with a raw excitement and blind fear. * * * 'Paul' had first called the previous Monday. A normal sounding guy, he had a problem he confessed, one that had prompted suicidal feelings. Sunita adopted a sympathetic face and tone and urged him to continue, not for one moment realising how, in a short space of time, Paul would turn her insular world on its head. The usual pause followed as he assessed the situation and searched for the courage, whilst Sunita waited patiently, the phone balanced between chin and shoulder. After a deep breath, Paul started to unburden. And unburden he did. But for her dark complexion, Sunita's face would surely have turned a ghostly white, the uncanny parallels between their two lives causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand to attention, her heart to beat at double speed. Paul, it seemed, had also lost both parents at a young age and inherited a house that was just too big for one. But then he'd met a wonderful girl and everything looked rosy for a short time. That was until she dumped him for his best friend, two for the price of one. The quadruple loss had driven him to the precipice. Sunita offered heartfelt condolences, but it was what followed that would set in motion a very bizarre chain of events. Like Sunita, Paul had subsequently taken in student lodgers: only these were three vivacious girls. Sunita laughed, trying to inject some humour into the grave proceedings, joking that she couldn't possibly understand the problem in that. Paul hesitated as if unsure then suddenly the line went dead. * * * Sunita thought little more of it until the following Wednesday when she was back in the Samaritan's office and Paul chose to call once more. He sounded pleased to have found her again, apologising for his prior rudeness and promising to be more candid this time. And was he! Sunita's big blue eyes bulged as he confided his unrequited love – or was that lust – for these girls, and how the madness had driven him to drill strategically placed spyholes around the house to watch them through. Shocked into silence, Sunita wasn't sure whether to offer advice or to call the police. Yet, at the same time, she found herself uncomfortably intrigued – and aroused. But just as it was hotting up, again Paul ended the call prematurely. * * * Sunita wasn't sure what to expect when she arrived for duty the following Friday night, exactly one week ago. Sometimes it seemed longer, sometimes shorter, such was the mess her head had gotten itself into since. A part of her wanted this clearly unhinged man to keep his grubby confessions to himself, whilst the other part yearned to hear more. Paul was not to disappoint, though this time he came through via her team leader, Brian, requesting to transfer the call. "He only wants to speak to you…" Sunita could feel his eyes burning into her, shifting in her chair so that no one around could overhear her easily. "Hi again…Paul?" Paul affirmed sheepishly, again offering apologies for past rudeness. Sunita asserted that it was okay and mused whether there was anything he wished to add. After a pause, Paul croaked: "You think I'm a pervert, don't you?" Sunita's silence elicited nervous laughs from both. Gaining mettle Paul launched into full confessional mode. "I did something today I'm really ashamed of…I spied on Fiona in the shower…she's the redhead." Sunita's heart rate upped a notch, amid a hybrid of revulsion and curiosity, akin to watching a horror movie. Yet there was no denying the feeling in her loins. They were on fire. Unfortunately – or fortunately perhaps – that particular night she'd put on a pair of jeans that effectively acted as a modern day chastity belt. Nonetheless, Paul's words as he described Fiona's body and how he'd masturbated intensely stirred deep passion within Sunita without digital stimulation and she arrived home with a drenched gusset. Adam and Louise had been drinking heavily all day and came back shortly after, heading straight to bed. Downstairs, the ceiling rocked and Louise's lustful whimpers just audible above the muted television filled Sunita's ears. She found herself drawn almost unconsciously to their bedroom door, thoughts of Paul and his kinks filling her head. Damn Sunita, she said to herself, you're as bad as him. An ear pressed snugly to the door, Sunita could hear every thrust of Adam's strong body into Louise's submissive young frame, his grunts echoing her groans. Her fingers having somehow found their way to her crotch, Sunita's other hand hovered over the door handle, before the screams of orgasmic ecstasy had her scuttling off down the landing. Stripping down quickly to bra and panties in front of the long mirror, a huge damp spot marked the line of her swollen labia. "Oh my, Sunita," she sighed, teeth sinking into her lower lip. Feeling down, the panties eased to her knees to reveal a generous thatch of golden pubes set against the coffee coloured flesh, and prompting a show of narcissism. Taking a bra-clad breast in hand and chafing the bullet hard nipple against the lace finish with an urgent fingertip, Sunita moaned wantonly before plunging two fingers deep inside her moist cunt. "Oh God Paul, what have you done to me?" she groaned, very nearly piercing her bottom lip as her teeth bit down violently. "Oh Goddddddd…" Working furiously, Sunita's clit went into uncontrollable spasm, her head swimming. As her fingers withdrew, the most incredible thing happened: her pussy squirted a length of juice that splashed the mirror, the orgasm as intense as any conferred by an ex-boyfriend, more so perhaps. "Oh my God…" * * * The weekend passed in a blur and ironically she couldn't wait for Monday to arrive. Drawn into this hedonistic existence, all rational thought had been expelled. Sadly, Paul was unwilling or unable to reciprocate and she arrived home early and in unusually low spirits. Immediate revival came via the rattle of the ceiling light and the feint dispersal of dust into the air. Better was to follow. Evidently not expecting her home yet, the lovers had left the door slightly ajar, a spillage of dim light through the crack. Heart pounding, Sunita crept closer. Regrettably they were immersed beneath the covers and all she could make out was the rising and falling of Adam's buttocks. More vocal than before, undoubtedly on account of believing they were alone, their panting and exchange of expletives soon had Sunita reaching for her crotch. Strategically clad in string tied jogging bottoms – a sign that she was learning the ways of the voyeur – soon they were in a pool at her feet as Sunita frigged herself silly. Scuttling along to her room before she squirted, the orgasm ripped through her body with the intensity of a hurricane. Yet Sunita craved move. Much more. * * * Tuesday barely registered and Wednesday arrived with the thrill of a birthday or Christmas Day. He had to ring in…he had to. The tease made her wait three damned hours, by which time – and fortuitously so – half of her colleagues had departed. "Hi," Paul replied breathlessly and almost inaudibly. "Are you okay, Paul?" "Yes, I am," he whispered back. "Paul, you're going to have to speak up, I can barely hear you." "I can't." "Oh?" "I'm up against the wall looking through the hole into Jo's room." Sunita's heart skipped a beat. "Which one's Jo?" "The big-titted blonde…she's bought a guy back home." Sunita felt her thighs slide part. "Paul, don't…" "You know you want me too, Sunita…" Her half hearted protests stifled by her internal hunger, any resistance was futile. "They're just kissing at the moment," reported Paul in hushed tones. "And what are YOU doing?" she giggled. She could picture Paul's grin as she became as embroiled in the illicit scene as he was. "I'm just stroking it – gently." His little gasps punctuated the silence that followed, before Sunita gained the courage to play along. "Tell me what it looks like," she prompted breathlessly, glancing around to ensure no one was looking her way. Thankfully all but the team leader Brian were engrossed in their own conversations, on what was a busy night, though she could not deny that the thrill of being caught added a real edge. Brian occasionally looked her way but there was nothing in his demeanour to suggest Sunita had been rumbled. I can't believe I'm doing this, she said to herself, legs spread and rubbing her pussy through her panties. Suddenly Brian, brushed by, mere feet away and Sunita felt herself blush so deeply it must surely have shown through the dusky complexion. Brian issued a smile, prompting Sunita to wonder whether he did know her secret – or whether he'd like to. The thought made her hotter yet, particular since he was a handsome man for someone nearing retirement age. God, in the space of a week and a half she been transformed from a naïve innocent into a wanton slut. Suddenly Paul dragged her back into his sordid world. "My cock? Mmmmmmm, it's about six inches long, pretty average length," Paul confided, "though it's really nice and thick." "Oh yeah," breathed Sunita, wanting to cum so hard yet not wanting to. "Would it stretch my tight little pussy?" "Oh it would," enthused Paul, emitting a low growl. "The head is all purple and bulbous…Oh wow…" "What? Tell me?" "Next door, he's helping her out of her shirt." Sunita could hear quite audibly the slap of flesh as Paul's fist eagerly worked his big fat tool. "Oh Jesus Sunita, he has her massive tits in his hands and he's sucking her nipples." Once more Sunita's bottom lip came under attack from her incisors as she fought to regulate her breathing. Three digits worked tirelessly back and forth over her clit, a gooey puddle forming on the chair. Yet, despite Brian's sly glances her way she had gone way past the point of no return. Paul's voiced upped a pitch as he imparted: "Now she has his cock out…Mmmmmmmm, I think she's going to give him a blowjob. Oh Jo, you dirty little slut," he hissed through gritted teeth. Sunita visualised the scene borne of Paul's lucid commentary, imagining the young female student's blonde hair brushing her boyfriend's thighs like a veil as she sucked eagerly. Her clit could barely take any more. "Oh she's plunging up and down like a real slut," gasped Paul, evidently close as well. "Oh ohhhhhhh," moaned Sunita, a little too loudly as a fingernail scraped her clit. Once more Brian's eyes came to rest on hers from across the room as Sunita battled to straighten her face. "Oh yesssssss, he's going to cum on her tits," commentated Paul. "Oh Jesus, I'm cumming tooooooo." Sunita swore she could hear the ejaculation, a gush of hot seed from Paul's thick cock, before suddenly she was engulfed in her own climax, clamping her legs shut so as not to squirt all over the carpet. Brian was staring now, quite blantantly, his eyes unerring. Sunita issued a friendly smile before enquiring in a whisper: "Paul, are you still there?" But he'd called off. * * * That Friday morning, Sunita had an idea that confirmed her descent into the depravity of mentor Paul. With all the books she owned, a bookshelf was needed. The wooden structure took on hour to erect, Sunita standing back and rubbing her hands together as she admired her handiwork. "Oops," she giggled as the drill bit bore an extra hole in the wall, all the way through. Blowing away the debris she pressed her eye in, a perfect view over Adam and Louise's bed. The very thought made her wet. Friday promised so much. Even if Paul failed to report in, her panty and bra-less surprise for Brian and a drunken Adam and Louise engaged in their usual end-of-week antics, augured well. "Have fun," called Louise sarcastically as Sunita stepped from the taxi. Little did she realise how much fun Sunita was about to have. * A follow-up chapter is planned if demand is sufficient. Your votes, feedback and adding this writer to your favourites always helps… The Naughty Samaritan Ch. 02 Sunita Johansson climbed into the back seat of the taxi next to Louise and immediately felt the eyes of the driver bore into her from the rear view mirror. A rush of cool air had caused her free riding breasts to go all goose-pimply and the hard nipples to press the close-fitting t-shirt forming a horizontal ridge. And despite tugging down the tiny skirt, teasingly it rode up to the tops of her thighs to reveal a pair of the shapeliest dusky legs beautifully complimented by black leather heeled boots. With no panties to protect her modesty, a whole evening lay ahead under the appreciative gaze of supervisor Brian, a thought that filled Sunita with a mix of abject horror and raw excitement. Even Adam who, for as long as he’d lodged at Sunita’s had been immune to her charms, was drawn to the rear view mirror, unable to keep his eyes from darting up, then away again quickly before he was caught. With less subtlety, the stubble faced, greasy haired cab driver feasted upon Sunita’s body, prompting fantasies of what might have been had Adam taken the front passenger seat. Surely the cabbie would have been unable to resist reaching over and running a hand up her inner thighs and into the hot, wet pussy at the apex. And what if she’d been in the cab alone? Sunita bit her lip, feeling the first stirring of lust, evidenced by a magical tingle in her loins. Shifting slightly, her Amazonian body quivered, fulsome breasts heaving against the cotton. The cabbie was perspiring virulently, a lustful grin on his dirty face. Sunita pursed her lips, piling on the tension in his grin. Oh how she could rip that big thick cock from his jeans and impale herself upon it. Then a wicked thought struck Sunita: Adam and Louise would be alighting a mile before her and she would be left alone with the horny cabbie. As the pair jumped out at the pub, Sunita leaned over, issuing fresh directions, her scent flooding his nostrils and eliciting a huge breath. Seizing the short opportunity, Sunita allowed her thighs to part an inch or two…then an inch more…then yet more. But for the strain on the tight skirt, her pussy would be fully exposed. As it was, just a teasing flash of blonde thatch was displayed. Yet it was sufficient to prompt the cabbie to risk his livelihood and their lives, one hand lifting from the steering wheel. Re-adjusting her position, Sunita glimpsed the swollen purple tip, gazing intently as the thick foreskin was drawn over the bulbous red head. In a matter of strokes, he grunted, a rope of thick cum splashing the dashboard. Sunita grinned inwardly as she climbed out, the fare waived. * * * The Samaritans’ office was two flights of stairs above a row of shops. As Sunita keyed in the security code, she was joined at the door by Brian, fresh from a cigarette break. Immediately her racing pulse brought a flush to her skin that was thankfully camouflaged by its coffee coloured hue. “After you,” smiled the fifty-something supervisor, the swish of his hand brushing her bum. Sunita skipped three steps ahead, that luscious butt roughly at face height. With each stride the skirt rode up higher until no more than the very top of her thigh was covered. That she was wearing no panties could not have escaped Brian. As her arse cheeks wiggled seductively, a deep sigh of lust ejected forcibly from Brian’s lips, a rush of air warming her upper thighs and pussy. Over her shoulder she made small talk, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Brian’s replies came through gritted teeth at an unnaturally high pitch. Rounding the corner to the second flight, ‘inadvertently’ Sunita pulled up sharply. With his longer strides, Brian was unable to stop in time, a rear end collision unavoidable. Sunita felt an unmistakeable bulge brush her arse, amid flustered apologies. Uncoupling, Brian marched on ahead and into the office, leaving Sunita with an impish grin. The first hour dragged by without event, punctuated by half a dozen calls of varying degree of unimportance. Anxious to keep the line clear for Paul, Sunita gave the callers short shrift. Brian was especially fidgety, using any excuse to pass her desk, all subtlety seemingly abandoned in the pursuit of primeval lust. Almost subconsciously, she’d rise to grab something from a high shelf, providing Brian with a lingering look over her long legs, the tension building like an overloaded pressure valve in his loins. When Brian rose agitatedly from his seat, an erection clearly visible at his middle, Sunita decided it was time to step things up a notch. As he sashayed across the office like a man on a mission, she followed into the corridor at a safe distance. As he disappeared inside the toilet, she managed to catch the door before it swung shut, glancing around furtively before squeezing through. “Oh Jesus,” resonated the almost pained sigh from inside one of the cubicles. Sunita grinned, the threat of being caught inside the men’s loo adding to the immense thrill. The jingle of coins as Brian’s trousers fell to pool around his ankles caused her pussy to throb uncontrollably. He had his cock out and it was all on her account. “Oh fuck, yesssssss,” groaned the closeted Brian, prompting Sunita to visualise a hand wrapped around his cock and starting to tug. “Oh yes, oh yesssssss, oh yes you dirty little fucking slut of a girl.” A stream of abuse, peppered liberally with ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘fuck’ spilled from the cubicle and Sunita felt her face warm. In the months she’d worked for the Samaritans, Brian hadn’t even issued a minor expletive. Yet here he was calling her every name under the sun. Just like the cab driver who’d fallen totally under her spell, he must have been driven half-crazed with desire, illustrated when, on the twelth stroke of his cock, an enormous grunt of pleasure radiated through the cubicle door. Sunita pictured the wad of thick cum splashing the door, his fist milking each new deposit. It was hard to resist the urge to touch her pussy, yet that would be like opening one’s presents before Christmas Day. As Brian busily unravelled the paper to clean up his mess, Sunita made herself scarce. * * * Back at her desk, the phone kept Sunita busy for the next hour whilst Brian’s welcome bout of relief meant less ogling. A shame, for Sunita feasted on the attention, and vice versa. The assortment of middle aged married colleagues, devoutly religious types and do-gooders might have been blind for all the heed they paid to the exhibitionist in their midst. As the clock ticked over into the third hour, Sunita yearned for Paul to call. That damned guy had a lot to answer to for doing this to her. Another barren hour passed before her cheery greeting of: “Hello Samaritans, Sunita speaking” was met with Paul’s sensuous baritone. Immediately Sunita felt her temperature rise and a hot tingle reverberate around her juice laden cunt. His filthy talk was like an addictive drug. “What are you doing, Paul?” she implored, a finger drawn magnetically to her swollen clit, rubbing in a circle. “Oh my,” she whispered, chewing her bottom lip. “Hmm, not much at the moment,” came the somewhat anti-climatic response, prompting Sunita to slow her frigging. “Though earlier was fun.” Sunita’s heart raced. “Oh gosh Paul, please tell me…tell me…” His teasing pause induced more frustration, before finally he spoke. “First I want you to do something for me.” “Yes, anything,” she replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. She could tell from the way his breathing sounded that Paul was smiling. “I want you to tell me – and your colleagues – what you are.” Sunita’s hesitation and flustered questioning was met with the command: “I want you to tell everyone that you’re a dirty little slut, Sunita.” “Paul! No…” “Do it Sunita, do it now or I’ll ring off.” Sunita paused, confused. Yet she was too horny to resist, her mind controlled by this mysterious caller. “I’m a dirty little slut,” she mouthed into the receiver, almost inaudibly. Paul tutted. “Oh come on Sunita, you can do better than that. Louder.” “I’m a dirty little slut,” she repeated, the words spoken at normal conversational pitch. Yet Paul was still far from satisfied. “LOUDER! Or I put the phone down.” Sunita took in a huge lungful of air before hollering: “I’M A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!!” The words caused several colleagues to glance up, odd looks, though assuming they must have misheard. Though she dared not look his way, Sunita could feel Brian’s eyes boring into her like red hot pokers. The effect on her clit was intense, the lips awash with musky scented juice as tentatively she probed. “Oh God, yes you are,” gulped Paul, the words accompanied by the swish of a zip. “You’re making me hard, you dirty little slut.” “Oh Goddddddd…Now what happened earlier?” she implored breathlessly. “Tell me Paul, please…” Paul paused, gathering his thoughts. “I was watching Lorna – that’s the goth one – in her room. The other two were out…” As Sunita’s breathing reverberated in the mouthpiece, with a smile in his voice, Paul continued: “Then the doorbell rang and she returned to her room with a guy. He had his hands all over her tits and she couldn’t wait to get his cock out…” Sunita licked her lips, easing the weight from her clit to avoid cumming too soon, instead concentrating upon the surface of each nipple through the top, rubbing eagerly and shamelessly, a quick glance over confirming she held Brian’s full attention. The material chafed in a sensuous manner, causing Sunita to suppress a gasp. “The thing is, continued Paul, “this guy with Lorna was Jo’s boyfriend, the one I told you about before. He’s been screwing them both.” “Oh wow,” breathed Sunita, adoring the twist in the tale as a finger worked tentatively back inside her needy cunt. “Oh my…” “Hold on a sec,” interrupted Paul, “I think someone’s at the door.” Sunita grimaced at the interruption, extracting the embedded digit with a slurp of wet cunt. Evidently Paul’s phone had been placed face up on the side, the sound of the room hollow like a lofty church. Sunita drummed her fingers impatiently on the desk, instead of over her clit where they belonged, mentally imploring Paul to return. “Jo?” rang out Paul’s distant sounding voice. “Oh Paul,” came the tearful reply, followed by a pause and then what sounded like a clench. Sunita pursed her lips in frustration, exchanging a glance with Brian across the office. Visible only from the chest up, he looked back impassively. Sunita liked to hope that beneath the desk he had his cock in hand once more, stroking for her. The thought made her tingle. “What’s wrong, honey?” echoed Paul’s voice in her ear, compassionate sounding. An outburst of tears was followed by Jo’s desperate voice. “Dave’s…Dave’s been screwing Lorna behind my back…” Sunita’s jaw dropped as the drama unfolded on the other end of the line. Jo’s weeping was muted as if her face was buried in Paul’s chest. It was Paul that spoke, his words soothing: “It’s okay, honey…it’s okay.” “The bastard…” whined the girl. “What has she got that I haven’t?” Sunita imagined that the time he’d put into spying upon the pair, Paul could tell her exactly what both had, down to the last discreet tattoo and piercing. Such had been the recent obsession with the girls in his charge, shared intimately with Sunita, that both girls’ bodies surely held little mystery. “Nothing…you’re gorgeous,” he assured the sobbing girl. “Am I?” echoed Jo’s tremulous voice, all girlie. Sunita visualised the busty blonde standing before Paul, doe eyes appealing, lips pouting and using every feminine wile in the book. “Oh very much so,” gushed Paul. “I’ve always…” Before the sentence could be completed, the unmistakeable sound of heightened breathing and smacking lips rang out, quickly followed by the impatient tearing off of clothes. Oh my, they’re going to fuck each other, though Sunita, plunging two fingers inside her gaping pussy. Visualising Paul pushing Jo back on the bed, falling on top of her and taking those massive mammories in hand, feeding each perky nipple into his mouth, Sunita pumped at her pussy. “Oh fuck I want you sooooooo bad, Jo,” drooled Paul between sucks. “Fuck me hard,” ordered the girl, causing Sunita to sigh longingly. “Oh fuck, Paul, your cock is enormous…” The phone glued to her ear, Sunita rubbed vigorously at her clit, toes digging the carpet. SHE wanted that enormous cock. The urgent slap of flesh and intense groaning suggested the coupling didn’t have long, Sunita’s own orgasm ranging in as she passed the point of no return. "Oh God, oh God, oh Goddddddd," moaned Sunita. The double orgasm from the bedroom rang out like a thunderclap, quickly followed by Sunita’s, deliberately stifled and thus making it all the more intense. Eyes crammed tight, front teeth buried in her lip, cum gushed over her fingers, staining the front of her skirt. When her eyes opened, Brian was leering back. Quickly Sunita rushed to the toilet to clean up, glancing over at Brian. Sadly he stayed put, resisting the temptation. * * * The rest of the evening passed without event, the clock ticking round to eleven. Never alone with Brian, no opportunity arose to take things further. The skeleton nightshift arrived and it was time to go home. “Give you a lift anywhere, Sunita?” Brian enquired. Oh my God, Sunita, she said to herself, accepting the offer with a blush. “I know exactly where you want to go,” whispered Brian. Sunita surveyed him quizzically, her pussy yearning. * Keep an eye out for the concluding piece to this story, and keep voting. The Naughty Samaritan Ch. 03 Author's note: In England the driver's side of a car is on the right. Hope you enjoy Sunita's continuing adventures. * Sunita Johansson had always stood out from the crowd owing to the combination of coffee-coloured flesh inherited from a pretty Indian mother and a mane of golden hair accountable to a Swedish father. Yet until the age of 25, for reasons known only to Sunita herself, her sexuality had been repressed. However, courtesy of a series of steamy and voyeuristic telephone calls with the mysterious Paul and the interest shown by supervisor Brian, a man over twice her age, the genie was well and truly out of the bottle. As the volunteer worker followed Brian to the car, little did she know how the evening would unfold. It was that uncertainty, coupled with a recently acquired sluttish abandon that turned on Sunita to such a degree that her cunt was dripping at the thought, a gust of wind brushing her barely covered moist labia, her heart thumping like a metronome. Sunita climbed in beside the much older man, a slave to his whim. As the inner light flicked on, Brian glanced over, allowing a moment to savour a pair of legs that was almost completely exposed as the short skirt shrank up her thighs. Hooking the seatbelt across her chest, the fullness and curve of Sunita's expansive bosom was accentuated. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," Brian enthused, unable to stop himself reaching aside to press a finger against his passenger's moist pussy. "Ohhhhhhh," groaned Sunita, nostrils flaring, front teeth sinking into her lip as the thick digit parted the soft lush labia, before exploring the fleshy folds within. Brian smiled, holding the finger motionless to allow Sunita to move up and down upon the tip, tweaking the inflated clit. Her breathing exaggerated like a climber at high altitude, her loins aflame, the chug of the engine starting up sent a wave through her whole body. Withdrawing the finger, Brian sucked upon it longingly before issuing a nod of appreciation as he took the wheel. Embarrassedly Sunita tugged at the hem of the skirt, desperately trying to cover herself. Yet the act was in vain. As they exited the car park, Brian reached over unexpectedly, locking his fingers around a slim wrist and pulling her hand across to his groin where a thick ridge ran down to the left thigh. "Look...this is what you do to me," he exclaimed, pressing her fingers to the bulge. Sunita ran an inquisitive digit the entire length, evaluating a good eight inches of semi-hard manhood. "Where are you taking me?" she whispered. Brian said nothing, eyes slanting, hands squeezing the wheel as Sunita's slender fingers found the bulbous tip through the material of the trousers. Lovingly she traced the length back with a flat palm, marvelling at its size and shape, continuing to stroke until the golden lights of town had all extinguished and the way ahead was darkened. As overhanging branches scraped the side of the car, Brian cut a path down the narrow track. A hundred yards on, dimmed lights filled Sunita's eyes. She turned to Brian questioningly but his lips remained tight as he manoeuvred in between two stationary cars. Turning her head, Sunita raised the playful hand from his groin, placing it to her mouth in shock. Less than an arm's length away, illuminated by a fuzzy glow, a couple copulated wildly in the driver's seat of the car next door. The middle aged man sat behind, his willing female partner of similar age bouncing in his lap, her head thrown back and mouth wide open in the throes of ecstasy. Large hands cupped and squeezed at her juggling breasts, eliciting audible groans of lust. Sunita felt her fingers drawn magnetically to her groin. Leaning across, Brian surveyed the scene before turning to crush his lips against hers, his hands clawing her breasts roughly. Sunita sighed as the tongue probed, finding hers with an almost electric pulse. Pulling away, Brian grinned, glancing over at the couple in the next car whilst wrestling with his fly. Through the black haze, Sunita noticed that an audience had started to gather, several men abandoning the anonymity of their cars to gawp at the couple banging in the car next door. This is so fucking hot, Sunita thought, the initial fear dissipating, her fingers dancing lazily over her clit. Taking hold of her wrist, Brian fed the juice laden digits into his mouth, sucking eagerly. With lustful squeals that gripped the night air, the couple came hard, the guy grunting as the woman arched her back before falling back limply. A smile was flashed in Sunita's direction before the woman jumped quickly over into the passenger seat, drawing up her panties and adjusting her dress, the show over. The car reversed away, to be immediately replaced by another. Sunita's attention drawn back to Brian, in the excitement the throbbing cock had burst through the front of his boxer shorts seemingly of its own accord. An impressive tool indeed, Sunita ran a tongue around her lips, having been worked up into a frenzy of desire by the recent sideshow. Reaching out as Brian lounged back casually, Sunita let the thick slab of meat slide through her fist. "Oh God, yeah," Brian breathed. Sunita became aware of movement outside the car, a twig snapping and of a figure close by, a nose pressing the side window, excited breath causing a circular mist to frost the glass. That in turn made her heart pound violently against her left breast and a wicked grin to elevate her lips as the ministrations to the thick cock in hand increased. Eyes closed, Brian breathed spasmodically. As the mist cleared from the glass, Sunita espied a face she recognised immediately, that of the filthy cabbie from the journey in. Gosh, that seemed so long ago in all that had happened that night. He remembered her too, exhibiting a wide grin. Suddenly the rear door opened and the cabbie climbed in, a gust of wind brushing over Sunita's arse and wet pussy. Brian offered a little nod of recognition to the newcomer who wasted no time in dropping his jeans and removing a sweaty-looking cock. As attention focussed on Brian's car, another man alighted from a parked vehicle, his face pressed against Sunita's side window, watching the scene intently. "Suck my cock," implored Brian breathlessly, easing Sunita towards him over the gearstick. Unlocking the seatbelt, Sunita's puckered lips honed in on the angry looking cock. As she leant over, the cabbie's hand pawed at her breast, a thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple. Sunita moaned as she adjusted position, her juicy mouth enveloping the purple dome. The cabbie pinched and squeezed at the nipple, whilst masturbating so close that the dank smell of his penis filled her nostrils. As if that wasn't enough, the stranger from outside the car, pulled open the door and smoothed Sunita's skirt up her bum and back. Cupping both butt cheeks, he guided his thumbs in circles from the knot of her anus, over the taut flesh and through the thatch of blonde hair that covered her glistening pussy. Distant-sounding mumbles of approval suggested they'd attracted an even greater audience, though with her face in Brian's groin Sunita was blind. With weeks of pent-up lust having worked Sunita into a near frenzy, these onlookers were about to be treated to some show. Feeling a tug on her hair from the cabbie, Sunita's mouth slurped clear of Brian's cock, a string of saliva and precum stretching from her lips to the thick eye. Forcefully the cabbie impaled her face on his cock, Sunita's protests muted in thick manhood. Despite the foul taste, Sunita sucked with relish, using her hand to knead the balls. The cabbie voiced his approval with a grunt, grip tightening on the golden locks. Anxious to finish what he'd started, Brian wrestled back her head, his more pleasant tasting cock bringing welcome relief. Sunita flicked her tongue at the eye, sucked hard and plunged her mouth in piston strokes, causing Brian to salivate. But then she was pulled back again as each man shared her oral exchanges. A minute later, as her head plunged the length of Brian's cock, finally he lost control, exhaling as a thick wad of spunk jettisoned. Such was the volume Sunita's cheeks bulged, trails dribbling from the sides of her mouth as hungrily she swallowed what she could. Suddenly Sunita's eyes bulged, as from behind her arse came under fire from an eager and thick tongue, curled to probe at her ring. At the same time, other rough pairs of hands pawed at her thighs and moist pussy. Tossing back her head, Sunita groaned loudly. Without warning, her t-shirt and skirt were torn from her body and she felt herself being lifted and carried from the car. Dumped unceremoniously on her butt on the bonnet, breasts swaying freely, she was vaguely aware of a line forming in the half-dark. The first, a total stranger, climbed between her legs and nuzzled at her neck, angling his hard cock at her pussy. Others looked on, nursing hard-ons while awaiting their turn. Sunita's clit pulsated as the thick tip rubbed back and forth, the shaft working its way inside as his mouth locked on hers. Fingernails scraped at the stranger's back as he slammed hard, burying a long slender cock to the balls. Sunita gasped as her cunt was pounded mercilessly for three minutes or so. Freeing her lips, she implored: "Tell me what I am." "You're a dirty fucking little slut," he spat, before plunging hard at her cervix. Sunita screamed as the orgasm exploded inside her, quickly followed by the first, but by no means last, wad of thick cum filling that wanton pussy. Sunita breathed like an asthmatic as, rolling off satisfied, the stranger was replaced by the cabbie, his eyes mad with lust. Lifting her limp knees over his shoulders, he bore down on her, plugging the cum-filled hole. Sunita was aware of two other men close by, glancing up in a dreamlike state to see fists blurring over hard cocks. Unable to wait, they were busily pleasuring themselves as the cabbie shagged away mercilessly. The first rope of cum sprayed forth like a party popper, lashing Sunita's face. Moving closer, the guy emptied the rest of his seed in her mouth, shaking his cock and wiping it over her lips as the cabbie continued his pounding into her cunt. Sunita tasted the salty deposit before swallowing readily. Seconds later a fresh wad hit her square in the face from the opposite side, her mouth flooded once more with cream, so much that she gagged. Composing herself amid the three-way onslaught, Sunita squeezed her thighs, bringing the cabbie to a sudden orgasm, coaxing every drop of seed he had to offer into her womb, accompanied by a grunt of approval. "Dirty whore," he mouthed before moving aside. Three more strangers took their turns in quick succession, each dumping a thick load in her cunt as Sunita lost all sense of where she was, orgasm upon orgasm ripping through her body. With little time for further composure, another man, the eighth if Brian and the two wankers were included, joined the fray, surprising Sunita by flipping her over onto her belly. "Yeah, fuck her arse," rang out the enthusiastic chorus from those in the audience. A whole new experience, Sunita's first reaction was to clench, to try to expel this unnatural invasion. But, having waited so long, this new guy was not about to be put off easily, his cock as hard as his resolve. The tip dug at the tight virginal ring as Sunita reached up for support, fingers sliding down the windscreen. In went the head with a sound like a football puncturing, accompanied by a squeal as Sunita begged for clemency. Yet she knew full well any protests were in vain as the pain grew ever more intense with each abortive thrust at her sphincter. He was just too big for easy access. After three or four stabs, the hole finally yielded. With a world of pain driving her to the edge of consciousness, he ploughed deep. Her butthole gripped at the tight cock, a grinding feeling as he moved back and forth seemingly turning her inside out. The shaft buried to the balls, he heaved a breath, imploring her to take it all like a good slut. The words caused Sunita's cunt to fizz, another orgasm ranging in. As Sunita relaxed, she was able to take more, a pair of huge balls brushing at her perineum. Within a minute the pain had completely abated and Sunita was overwhelmed by such feelings of pleasure that she came for the umpteenth time. In and out the fierce tool pistoned in magic rhythm to her sighs of pleasure. Her prolonged climax caused the cock in her arse to jerk and, with the loudest, most appreciative grunt yet, her partner came hard, spraying thick seed deep into her bowels. Sunita howled, gripping hard, not wanting to let the cock go, feeling so damned hollow when it shrank and slid out. Through the haze, she saw Brian. "I think we'd better get you home." * * * Dropping her off at the door, Brian patted her arse, exchanging farewells. Bathed in the glow of the step light, lodgers Adam and Louise hugged, having arrived home only seconds earlier. Remembering the hole in the wall to their bedroom, Sunita grinned lasciviously. Despite having sucked a cock, been wanked over by two more, had four in her cunt and one up her arse, she was hungry for more – much more. * Keep an eye out for Sunita's continuing adventures and please feel free to comment and make suggestions.