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EXPLOIT – CHAPTER SIX:deletedCHAPTER SIX: I entered the kennel used by the breeding dogs naked and a few steps behind Ishaan who had been called to get me from the house. I wasn’t aware of where Mr. Iyer or Swapnil were until I entered the kennel’s main room. Around the large mat on the floor were two men I had never seen before. More men I didn’t know were seeing me naked and very probably about to watch me fuck a dog or two. Additionally, though, these two men were holding small video cameras.“There she is. Gentlemen, this is the woman who will be fucking the two dogs. I want you to capture it all from different angles.” Mr. Iyer turned to me and smiled. It was a gesture that made it clear to me that none of this required my approval or agreement. Then, while watching me, “After she has fucked the dogs, you may each fuck her if you wish. She’ll take you in the cunt, ass, or mouth. You decide for yourself.” He turned back to them, “I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Swapnil who will handle everything else.”I turned my head slightly to see Swapnil. I had learned quickly that it made no difference for me to protest or ask questions. Whether I was here or with Prakash, what was going to happen was going to happen. I was just the cunt.I heard two gates being opened down the aisle and saw two dogs being brought in my direction. One was Sheru. The other I had never bothered to look for the name tag. It was just another dog that fucked me when it, like the others, wasn’t scheduled for breeding soon.I moved to the mat without instruction. My role was clear and there was no sense in being difficult. Stubbornness, like any form of resistance, only let to some form of punishment, which usually was some kind of caning. The worst caning was on my tits or directly onto my cunt. Although they would quickly turn bright red, the marks disappeared within a few days.One of the men stayed standing and roamed around me to capture that angle. The other man knelt alongside me and focused initially on my face, then down my body to the dog as it came up to my ass. As the dogs typically did, he sniffed my cunt and asshole, then swiping them with his tongue. The licking was good, soothing, and purely pleasurable, but they were rarely allowed to spend much time just licking me and as if on cue, he was prodded to mount me, which he did. All of these dogs were now very familiar with mounting me and the feel of a human cunt and body as well as a dog-bitch.Sheru was the first to come to my ass. The other seemed to defer to him as Sheru moved from licking me to jumping onto my back. This was the first dog I had experienced. I always thought he would be extra special but now he was just another of the dogs that mated with me. Gone were the times and feelings of connection and intimate sharing. I was exploited by all the men in my life now and used by the dogs.The dog poked at my ass with his cock. The cock jabbed at my butt and seemed to hit everywhere but my cunt opening. I was about to reach back when he jumped off me. He came back immediately and this time I was ready for him. I didn’t try to grab his cock but use my palm as something for his cock to slide over in closer proximity to my cunt. I found with the other dogs that many of them didn’t like to have their cock grabbed. There were many, though, that responded to my open palm.When the cock penetrated me, I gasped loudly. Only two dogs. The idea made this almost feel special. I knew the men would use me after and that the videoing was further humiliation. I had no idea what the video would be for and the thought of it getting put on the internet to be floating around for eternity was frightening, but what more could I possibly lose at this point.I forgot about the men moving around me with the cameras and just enjoyed the fucking from the dogs. While knotted, I felt Sharu’s tail being raised so the camera could capture the distended appearance of my cunt as the dog pulled on the tie. When the knot came out, I heard the cameramen gasp at the sight. I had an orgasm and it felt wonderful. I sensed the camera at my face as I did, but I kept my eyes closed so I could enjoy it thoroughly without distraction.The video continued through the other dog mounting me immediately after the first pulled his knot from me. When that dog was finished, there were audible gasps and murmurs from the men with cameras as they both seemed to focus on my cunt, which I was sure was now gaping and a stream of dog-cum escaping from it.I braced myself for what would happen next. I remained in the same position as I assumed the two men would now want to use my body as offered by Mr. Iyer. It was my fear that they might use my asshole to avoid the mess in my cunt without preparation of that hole. I was relieved when the first man to come to me slipped his already hard cock into my cunt, thrust several times, then pull out and beginning pressing his well-coated cock at my tight asshole. The second man followed suit and I was unceremoniously left behind while Swapnil took the men back to their cars and probably made some arrangements with them for the videos.After I had showered and dressed in the sheer saree to begin my work in the house, Swapnil found me and asked me to accompany him outside for a short walk. This was unusual. There was never a situation where someone of the house or kennel staff didn’t address any issue or requirement with me in likely full view or hearing of others. It was also part of the humiliation and degradation that seemed to be a motive behind what occurred. I began to believe that Mr. Iyer might be intent on a strategy of fully breaking my will and self-image in a possible effort to make me even more compliant and submissive than I already was, possibly into a full slave relationship. It also occurred to me that somewhere along the way of this effort he would find a way to eliminate Prakash from involvement. So, Swapnil’s interest in some privacy was extra intriguing.While we might still be visible to others, he walked me out of range of anyone overhearing what would be said. He cautioned me not to physically react too strongly to anything said so undue attention and curiosity might be avoided. And, he shocked me.“Would you like to escape what has happened to you?”My walk hesitated in mid-stride but his hand on my arm encouraged me to continue. “Escape? What do you mean?” For all I knew, this might only be another scheme to test me or trap me into a punishable reaction.I glanced at him and his head was swiveling around to verify our privacy, at least from being overheard. “I have never liked what has happened to you, Deepti. You are a naïve woman to have entrusted Mr. Iyer so much, but that shouldn’t be a reason to so fully exploit you the way he has. And, the way he has created a competitive situation with your husband to ensure you are mistreated, humiliated, and abused regardless of being here or there is to me more damning.” He paused and seemed to be picking his words carefully. “Can I trust you with this conversation, Deepti? He would discharge me immediately if you found out.”I assured him he could. I remembered the Swapnil I was meeting before, the calm, confident, self-assured, and respectful man who followed the plans of Mr. Iyer while providing me with intense pleasure.He told me about the video that was taken of me with the two dogs. That it had been put on the internet and the interest it immediately generated. b********y was still very taboo and hidden in India, but the views the video generated indicated a large audience ready for much more. He told me that Mr. Iyer had plans of producing more and marketing them, maybe even developing a website to sell viewer memberships. He was intending to include Prakash into his plans to avoid legal issues and to keep him under control.I was aghast. My exploitation had gone to depths I could never have imagined. Everything I had feared, being found out, my family becoming aware, my friends and associates could occur now so easy with the videos on the internet. And, it was completely an exploitation of me without any benefit for me.It was as if he was reading me face or mind, too. “Yes, escape. Deepti, you are being exploited both here and at home. Now, you will be exploited even more. Your husband and Mr. Iyer will continue to abuse you but now they are creating videos that will document it all and make them money in the process.”“They can’t do that … can they?”“With your husband involved? I don’t see why not. Anything you might claim he could denounce. He would only have to claim you were acting on your own free will. I think all they have to do is avoid marking you too badly.”I was numb. How could all this turn so terribly badly? I walked a few steps away from him trying to think. I heard a noise just beyond the trees and knew it was a delivery truck of some kind bringing something into the facility. It was a sound I had heard canlı bahis şirketaleri before, but now, at that moment … I looked down at myself and started to cry. I was naked outside, fully exposed to anyone who might happen along. And there was no thrill to the feeling anymore. This wasn’t the feeling of exhibitionism, the thrill of being at risk of being seen. This was real. This was that nobody, not even me, cared if I was seen.I wiped the tears from my cheeks with the heel of my palms and turned to Swapnil who was now standing about 3 meters away. “What do you mean exactly by escape?”He smiled. “This wouldn’t be love, Deepti. This would be business.” I nodded.* * * * *We were pulling up to the gate of the studio facility. Swapnil gave his name to the guard and said we were expected by Mr. Gupta. As we waited for the call and verification to go through, Swapnil turned to me and smiled. “Remember, Deepti, it is all up to you from now on. What happens is up to you. You are the woman in control.” He squeezed my hand, “You can use your submissive nature in a flirty, erotic, enticing way while remaining in control. I’ll help, but their attention will be on you.” I squeezed his hand in response and took a deep breath.After that conversation outside, Swapnil took me home, but only to gather up my belongings and be taken to a hotel for the final plans to fall into place. Prakash was used to seeing me when Mr. Iyer was ready to deliver me, so being gone from both places was easy: both thought I was at the other location.Swapnil carefully and quietly emptied his room of his belongs he felt he really needed, then he left, too. Neither of us was under any form of contract that could be held against us. Mr. Iyer felt, rightly for a long time, that the money he paid was sufficient to by loyalty and service. As Swapnil confided in me during one of my many long discussions after our ‘escape’, the money was a form of shackles that bound everyone to him like slavery. What Mr. Iyer assumed he could do to me without guilt or recrimination, was the last straw for Swapnil. He apologized often for it taking him so long. I understood, though. I really did. I was also ready to believe him when he said our relationship would not be love, but be business. He would be my manager or agent along with other ventures he had been preparing. I was ready not to ever again put my life and future in the hands of anyone but myself.He had shown me his plans and visions for the film industry. His meetings with them had validated his perception of what the single video released to the internet had indicated. It was the reason for us to be outside the gate of one of the major studios in South India. They had a vision, which was reinforced by Swapnil’s selling and the video already in existence. The vision was not just porn videos that could be flooded onto the market, though that would also happen, high-quality films, parodies they called them. They envisioned taking their own films that weren’t good enough to go to theaters and that went straight to DVD and re-editing some to include explicit sex and b********y. That was where I came into the picture and what they saw on the crudely done video gave them hope.As we sat at the gate, my deep breath was to calm my nerves. What happened inside with the producer and couple directors would be largely up to me to impress them. Swapnil would provide a spin to things, but … it would be up to me to convince them how erotic it could appear. Swapnil had two dogs in the back seat that were apparently his from the kennel. Mr. Iyer gave him them as a present once, never thinking the dogs would ever leave his facility. I wasn’t fooling myself, anymore. I knew I would be showing the men what canine sex was. I also knew I would be having sex with all the men before the ‘interview’ was over. Swapnil emphasized the point repeatedly until I convinced him I got it: I had been exploited nearly to death; now it was my chance to exploit the things I had previously discovered I loved and make them good things, again.I was dressed in an exquisitely patterned blue semi-sheer saree with a top that matched the pattern of saree material. The petticoat underneath matched the deep blue color so the only place where the semi-sheer of the material became evident was across my mid-section. But, that gave just the impression Swapnil felt was useful. The saree presented the traditional image, the semi-sheer presented a tease, while the nature of my presence was a contradiction.We were ushered directly into a small studio where we found Mr. Gupta, the two directors, and his assistant who I was surprised was a young woman. Also, in the room were three men with cameras, one for still shots and the other two for video. The center of the room was brightly lit by lights. In the center of the lit area was a large, cushioned mat.We were introduced to each of everyone but the cameramen. All the men, even Mr. Gupta, were friendly and cheerful. They each gushed about the possibilities but emphasized that the concept was new to them and held some corporate risk of image. Swapnil asked if that would be an impediment to going forward, that perhaps we could better use our time by seeking someone who didn’t feel the risk to their business. I was surprised and impressed by Swapnil’s handling of these powerful men. Mr. Gupta chuckled and the directors remained calm. They explained that they were prepared to form a subsidiary film company to separate their customary films from these parodies and the rawer video shorts for the planned website.I noticed the young woman watching me tentatively and was the least comfortable in the room. She took notes and followed the discussion, nodding appropriately at moments when follow-up action needed to be defined. She, however, was the person in the room who seemed to appraise my body and reactions the most. There was no question about what might happen eventually with these men. Swapnil prepared me for any eventuality to avoid any awkwardness. I was prepared to be fucked by any or all of the men. What crossed my mind now while watching the young woman was what role she might have in all of this. A flash of psychological and physical arousal washed over me at the sudden thought that I might have the opportunity to experience woman-woman sexual contact for the first time.Standing among the men with Swapnil expressing our interest and hopes for the future had the effect of re-creating the sensations of those times long ago. Swapnil was explaining what I would be doing for them to evaluate the sensual and erotic effect of b********y. The effect, though, was to portray a similar feeling of exhibitionism and risk. The exhibitionism, after all the times of being exposed to strange men, seemed peculiar to me but was real. The risk now wasn’t of being caught but of failing to give the men who would be critically appraising my sexual performance in the vane of marketability. In the time away from Prakash and Mr. Iyer in getting ready for this moment, Swapnil had eased my sexuality back to a softer, gentler, and shared experience. I was again excited by the anticipation of sexual contact with both his dogs and him, something that had been taken from me over the months of abuse and humiliation. When it was time, I found myself feeling nervous and flaunted, which I was. It was interesting to me that those feelings had returned to me after only a few weeks of being protected from the abuse. Being away from them, though, also showed me how high my need for sexual release had been conditioned. Swapnil received a lot of physical attention from me and the arts of Kama Sutra were again in our play. I also spent much time with the two dogs augment my release from sexual tension. The two dogs and I became very familiar with each other in that time. Swapnil reinforced to me that I would always be a submissive, just was just a matter of how the submissive nature was allowed to be expressed. He helped me with that aspect of taking some control and decision. In return, he was rewarded with a very grateful woman.The others, including Swapnil, sat is chairs and the general lighting was dimmed except for the bright lights focused on the mat. Mr. Gupta was in the center with Swapnil to his right. The only other woman in the room was seating between them and slightly behind. The other men were seated on either side of them. I wasn’t sure how the process worked, but the cameramen took over. The three of them congregated around me and started asking questions as I held the leashes for the two dogs. I described for them how the dogs mated, pointing out the knots that formed and how they would lock us together, and anxious attitude they could expect from the dogs with all the people around them. They listened, made comments back and forth, and came to a quick understanding of how they would cover the action. I would find that, unlike canlı kaçak iddaa the intrusive nature of the videoing in the kennel, these men would be the opposite and almost invisible … almost.As Swapnil and I had discussed, I moved to the center of the lighting and turned to the group of men watching. The cameras dispersed around me in the dimmed lighting outside the mat area. I moved as if I was alone, not standing in front of strange men and certainly not being recorded in multiple angles. I moved as I did back when I was enticing myself in front of the mirror, back when simple things were exciting. In fact, that was exactly how Swapnil encouraged me to practice by being in front of a full-length mirror and using glances and subtle body movements to entice, tease, and tempt myself. If I could do it to myself, how much better might it be to others?Lately, I had been exposed to multiple men, mostly in preparation to perform some sexual act. The same was true now, but this time I could control my exposure, giving them glimpses and teases as I did until I was fully exposed to them. This time, it would be how I became exposed that would be the difference. Now, a surprise to me, I thought of the young woman who was watching, wondering what her reaction would be if she would find it arousing and stimulating.With glances at the men and woman in the shadows, I pulled the material hanging over my left shoulder. I had debated with myself how the best order of clothing removal might be. I decided on a bolder beginning, followed by a prolonged wait for more.After removing the hanging material from my shoulder and allowing it to fall, I began slowly unbuttoning the small buttons on the top. I turned slightly as the button became undone until I was facing away from my small audience as I removed the top and dropped it to the side. I glanced at the three men with the cameras as though they were the only other ones there for me to be concerned about. With my back still to my audience, my hands moved behind my back but stopped as they took hold of the back strap of the bra without unclasping it. I glanced around me shyly, turned my head only to glance behind me as though I was assuring myself it was okay. Only then did I unclasp the three hooks of my bra. I held my arms tightly to my sides, trapping the bra to my body as I slowly turned back to my audience, then allowed the bra to slip down my arms to join the top on the floor behind me.I was topless but moved slowly as if I was completely alone. I reached down to the floor and gather up the material and I felt my tits hang below me and gently swing. I unintentionally smiled. It was something that came back to me as something I had enjoyed seeing and feeling back when I was teasing myself with my own image. I felt liberated. I felt excited. The small sounds I heard from the dimmed areas of the room told me the same was being felt by others. Hearing a soft, feminine gasp assured me of someone’s reaction and I wondered more about her.I unwrapped the material, then slid the petticoat down my legs, bending over to again allow my tits to swing. Without straightening up, I turned my back to them and pulled my panties down my legs, removing them from each foot and planting my feet shoulder-width apart. I slowly straightened my body and teasingly looked over my shoulder.The dogs had been sitting patiently and obediently nearby the entire time, but now they moved to me, one to my rear and the other to my front. Both sniffed and licked me and I spread my legs further as one licked my cunt while the other sought my asshole. I pulled my ass cheeks apart for the dog and slightly bent my knees to open myself up a little better for both of them. In short order, a gasp and moan escaped my lips, which were followed by murmurs from those in the shadows.I knelt on the mat so my back was to my audience and patted it. Both dogs obediently and quickly took positions on their sides in front of me. Yes, I made sure they got plenty of training in the past weeks. I bent over, knowing full well my ass was pointed at them with my knees spread to enhance the view. I raised the leg of one and put my tongue to the end of its sheath. Immediately, the reddish tip peeked out and several more inches of cock immerged as my lips and tongue played over it. I moved quickly to the other dog, repeating the same action and getting the identical result.With several inches of reddish, dripping cock showing from both dogs, I moved to my hands and knees and backed slightly away from the dogs and toward the others. I didn’t care which dog came to me first, both were going to be fucked in short order. They both were up and moving around me. I felt both licking parts of my body, then one licking between my thighs. That was followed quickly with a furry body landing on my back and a partially exposed dog cock probing at my ass. I had considered how it might be best to handle the mating with the dogs. I decided to let them take me as they would a bitch, which was without any assistance from me. The dog probed and thrust at my hips and ass, the cock hitting around my asshole and cunt until finally, after many probes, his cock sank into my cunt opening. I moaned loudly and gasped. u*********s murmurs of encouragement escaped my mouth. He partially froze for a moment with his cock inside me, his legs grasped me tighter and pulled my hips back onto his cock and held me. His hips began thrusting at me and his cock continued to grow and swell inside my wet and clasping cunt.The other dog came to me and licked my shoulder and face, but my attention was on the one fucking me. I felt the cock growing until my attention was taken by the feeling of the knot outside me and pressing at my opening. I pressed back against the pressure at me and cried out when the knot entered. I groaned as I felt the knot continue to grow and lock our bodies together. I knew he would be cumming soon, it is the process, so I rocked and tilted my cunt around his cock and knot, pressing his knot against my insides, seeking for contact with that spot until it did. I jammed against the knot and my body erupted just as his cock jerked and pulsed inside me, his cock sending his doggy sperm into my body.I gasped for air as the dog turned on me, making our joined bodies ass-to-ass. He immediately pulled to test the tie and I groaned as the knot contacted the g-spot, again. The other dog was nearby. I patted the mat in front of me and he came. I got him to lay down, pulled his hind end to me and sucked voraciously at his partially exposed cock. In moments he was nearly fully erect and exposed. When the other dog pulled his shrinking knot from my cunt, I heard gasps from behind me and the second dog quickly moved to his feet and jumped onto my back. This time I slipped a hand between my legs and assisted him to my cunt and in several thrusts, he was inside me.“Oh, God, yessssss. Yessssss … I’m your bitch, too.” Murmurs grew louder behind me and I smiled to myself, though one of the cameras just might have captured it.When the second dog pulls his knot from my cunt, I allow my upper body to collapse to the floor. My ass is pointed at the others watching and is not the only thing they can see of me, my gaping, dog-cum drooling cunt. They are all quiet for several moments, then Mr. Gupta orders the cameras stopped. I hear hurried footsteps and glance to find the three men with cameras leaving into the darkened part of the room. A door opens, light flood into the room, then closes to bring most of the room back into darkness.Swapnil appears at my side. He is sitting next to me and I move my head to rest on his lap. I ask, “Was it okay?”He stifles his laugh, “Okay? If that didn’t impress them, they have to be robots.”I snuggle further onto his lap and can feel his cock is stiff. I rub my cheek on it. “Seems to have had an effect on you, anyhow. Even after all this time?”“There is something entirely different when you are excited to be doing it. That was like the times before …” I nodded with complete understanding.I asked what was happening. He said they wanted some moments for discussion. I heard chairs moving and soft footsteps, then bodies appearing into the glow of the intense lights that still shown me to highlight every feature of my body, good and imperfections, both.“Amazing! Simply amazing! We’ve never seen anything like it.” Mr. Gupta was gushing and his eyes were entirely on me, bypassing Swapnil. “But, do we have only a bestial porn star here?”I assured him I was much more than a just a bestial porn star. Of course, I wasn’t even thinking of myself as a porn star, either. But, if this went well, that was my goal behind all this, my own lucrative source of income that would also benefit Swapnil as my manager. Mr. Gupta motioned with his hand and the junior director and his assistant moved forward to the edge of the intense lighting. I looked up and smiled. canlı kaçak bahis A man and a woman. The man was going to be no problem, I was sure what I had been through had trained me to make him scream at climax. The woman, though … my first. I wondered …I stood up and moved slowly to the man, my steps moving soundlessly, each step placed strategically slightly across the center of the line to him. This had the effect of swinging my hip more than normal and giving my tits a little shudder with each step. I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt and was pleased to see his eyes leave mine to focus on my shudder tits, then to my hips and what I assumed was the shiny evidence of cum from the dogs and my own orgasms now showing on the insides of my thighs.I touched his cheek softly, so softly I almost didn’t feel it, but I saw him shiver in response. I smiled at Mr. Gupta and turned to the center of the mat. Before I stepped away from the man, though, I slipped a finger under his tie and used it as a leash to lead him behind me. I smiled at Swapnil as he stood and moved out of the way. Suddenly, the slutty, dog-bitch was leading her next victim to pleasure.I turned so suddenly the man’s last step put us in contact, his dressed body to my naked body. I slid my hands up his chest, which wasn’t well developed, slipped my fingers over his shoulders and pushed his jacket off his shoulders and arms. I ran my fingers up both sleeves of his shirt, his shoulders, to his neck, behind his ears and into his hair. I felt him shiver against me, again. With only slight pressure on the back of his head, I pulled his lips to mine. He wanted to mashed his mouth against mine, but I pulled back, my lips trailing across his cheek and down his neck.I pulled back and stared into his eyes. I wouldn’t look for or at anyone until this was over, despite them being nearby. As far as he would be concerned, I would be entirely his, only his, with eyes and body only for him. It seemed to work … he shivered, again.I unknotted his tie, held the wider side, and pulled it down. I allowed the back of my hand, only my fingers, to graze his body as I pulled it down his chest, the back of my fingers sliding with the faintest of touch over his stomach to the waist of his slacks and over the crotch. He flinched and gasped. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, my fingers working the buttons of his shirt. As I slipped my hands under his shirt and over his shoulders, he shivered again as my fingertips danced down this now bare back.Soft kisses down his chest and stomach led to his slacks falling to his ankles before I think he even was aware that I had loosened them. I slowly wiggled my bare tits and nipples over his chest and stomach as my hands pushed his boxers over his hips and down his legs as my lips sought his stiffening cock. I touched the head with fingertips and it jerked wildly. I bent down to remove his shoes, socks, and pants. Then, soft kisses up his legs and stopping at his cock had him gasping and moaning.I stood and whispered into his ear, “You saw how my cunt was used … would you like to use my ass?” I playfully bit my lower lip and arched my eyebrows. He nodded. His mouth opened, then closed, and he seemed only able to nod. I smiled, “Good. Use my cunt first, then take my ass.” He nodded.As the man pulled out of my ass after only a few moments of fucking me there, I sat and looked at the woman. Her eyes were blinking quickly, glancing nervously to the sides. I stood slowly as if unwinding myself upward. I dropped my eyes and shyly considered her as I approached. I put out my hand to her. She hesitated, then stepped forward and took it. I led her into the stark light and felt her eyes on my naked body.I did the same thing to her. I stopped and turned, catching her in mid-stride so our bodies came together. She wore a Western-style form-fitting dress showing cleavage and the bottom six inches above her knees. I was curious what was underneath and was already debated what I might leave her in depending on what she was wearing. My fingertips on her cheeks moved into her hair and pulled her gently into a kiss, tentative, exploratory. She accepted the kiss but didn’t immediately come back to me. I moved my lips to her cheek, then to her neck.I whispered, “Are you lesbian?” A shake of her head. I lightly stroked her neck to her ear with my lips, softly exhaling. She shivered, too. “Are you bisexual?” Nothing. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You never thought about it before?” She discreetly shook her head, her eyes searching mine. I smiled at her. “Me, too.” She nervously smiled and I took her into my arms and we kissed. This time she returned it.I found a zipper at the back of her dress and suddenly she was in bra, panties, and thigh high stockings. I let my fingertips play over her breast tops and over her shoulder as I moved around her. I moved her hair to kiss her neck and shoulders from the back as my fingers unclasped her bra. I slipped the straps off her shoulders with my fingers finding their way around her to her breasts and nipples. She shivered in my arms.I turned her around so the others could see her beautiful breasts. I kissed her lips, then her breasts and nipples, sinking down as I kissed her stomach to the top of her panties. I kissed her mound from the outside and was rewarded with a deep moan from above. I slipped her panties down, already deciding she would keep her stockings on.I took her hands to encourage her down onto the mat. She needed little encouragement, though. We were entwined in arms and legs, lips seeking each other, hands roaming over naked skin. I rolled her onto her back, my knees encouraging her legs apart where I now lay prone on top of her. I kissed her mouth a last time before moving slowly, caressingly, softly, with kisses like feathers over her chin, throat, and chest until I found her nipples. I licked, flicked them with my tongue; I took them between my lips and rolled them between my lips before sucking hard on them. I took them between my teeth, nipping at them, biting them softly, pulling on them. Her moans and gasps became more and more frequent.I smiled up at her but her head was thrown back, her eyes closed tightly. I continued down her body, her stomach, to her pubic mound with the same soft, feather-like kisses. At the same time, my fingertips caressed her hips and thighs, moving back to her breasts and down, again. Her moans deepened as my lips almost made contact with her clitoris, but I moved my motion to the side.My hands raised her knees and pushed them back toward her. She called out something I couldn’t understand, her hands raking through her hair then moving to clasp her own breasts. I flicked my tongue at her cunt and her hips flinched upward. I pushed her knees to her chest and engulfed her cunt with my open mouth, jamming my tongue into her opening, which was winking at me for attention.When her hands came to the back of my head and her hips rose off the floor, I shifted my lips to her clit and sucked hard. She erupted violently, her cries filling the room. I released her clit and kissed her cunt as her legs shook under my hands. I released her legs to straighten as her orgasm continued to flow through her.I crawled up to take her mouth with mine and rolled us so she was on top of me. I held her, soothed her, and whispered into her ear how sexy and totally erotic she was. She continued to gasp for calming breath. And, I held her.Someone, surely out of respect for the woman I held, dimmed the lights around the mat. The door to the room opened, then closed. We were alone and all I could hear was her recovering breath … and the beat of her heart against my body.The young woman I had loved into an orgasm had gathered up her clothes and headed for the door the others had used to give us privacy at the end. I sat up and watched as the door cracked open, then closed before opening far enough for her to leave. In a moment, she reappeared in the dimmed light, dropped her clothes, helped me to stand, and we embraced. She kissed me openly and appreciatively.We both got dressed as she giggled and exclaimed about what had happened and how she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but how exciting it was and how grateful she was. She confessed that when Mr. Gupta laid out his thoughts about the “interview” for me, he asked who would like to fuck me. He had anticipated it being two of the men. She blushed when she admitted that she had volunteered. She giggled as she retold the conversation in the meeting, how she had argued, unnecessarily, how it would provide a different perspective on my talents and willingness. Mr. Gupta, of course, was all in favor of witnessing me with his young assistant.We found the others, including Swapnil, in Mr. Gupta’s office. They seemed to be celebrating and two more glasses of champagne were poured upon our arrival. As it turned out, they were more than impressed and had agreed to a tentative arrangement. A contract was to be drawn up and forwarded to Swapnil for our review and my signature. It was the ticket to a more normal, but exciting future.THE ENDThanks for reading.

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