I am taking Parinda out tonight to the ‘Da Vinci Club.’
At our meeting last week, she let slip that she fantasized about being taken by a team, cricket obviously, given Guptas’ passion. She had just volunteered me to do the same for Gupta’s sponsored team, which he is bringing to England next year, as a reward for their efforts. I swiftly turned the tables. Briefly leaving them to chat with Alex and ring Michael at the club. Gupta was keen, and Parinda reluctantly agreed after I assured her that she could back out at any time once at the club.
Knowing her wardrobe was unsuitable. I gave her Mandy’s address and contact details. Mandy sells erotic lingerie and clothing, including a copy of the flasher mac I first wore to this club. I used her extensively, ringing her the following day to expect Parinda and suggesting what I wanted for her and where it was for. She fully understood the requirements, being a member of the club herself.
Arriving early to help her with make-up and changing her hairstyle, I have her ready and dressed just before Gupta leaves; he is going to an embassy function tonight. Parinda has a headache, of course, and can’t make it.
Parinda walks into the lounge, her flasher mac cinched tightly around her waist, naked legs from mid-thigh down to her baby pink stiletto shoes.
“Parinda, your legs!” Gupta gasps. “And your hair! And make-up. I barely recognize you.”
Her hair is long and flowing over her shoulders, not in its regular bun, and her make-up is brighter and more noticeable—especially her baby pink lipstick.
She uncinches the belt and shrugs the mac off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Standing before her dumbfounded husband in a baby pink, quarter cup tight fitting Basque, her nipples peeking over the top. Her matching thong, with frilly edging, barely covers her sex. She turns slowly round, letting him take her all in.
Her confidence surprised me; she had been nervous just a few moments ago.
“My Rati,” Gupta exclaims.
“My Kama,” replies Parinda. “You approve of your wife.”
“I do. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I must; it is my journey to see if the reality is like the fantasy.”
Gupta kisses her tenderly, then looks at me. “Look after her,” he commands.
“Rati and Kama, who are they?” I ask Parinda when Gupta has left.
“Kama is the Hindu God of love, and Rati is the Goddess of sexual desire.”
“So you will be Rati for the evening,” I tell her.
“Yes, so be it.”
It’s a little early for us to leave, I did suggest going down to the bar, but that was firmly refused. Parinda said it would be bad enough walking through the foyer and to the taxi; she had never displayed so much naked flesh before. She doesn’t realize how much she will show when she starts walking in that coat, and she doesn’t know we are walking down to the taxi rank, about two hundred meters, either.
Aren’t I full of surprises for her?
It’s nine o’clock as we walk through the foyer, people glance at us, but no one stares. I link my arm through Rati’s and guide her along the street to the taxis.
“You didn’t order one? She gasps.
“I thought the cool night air would do us good,” I giggle.
Stepping into the first taxi, Rati leads and sits immediately, leaving me to slide across her. Stretching past her gives the driver a good view of my crotch as my legs part; he doesn’t bat an eyelid.
Rati is desperately trying to hide, to minimal effect. The coat has ridden nicely up her legs and has draped open as she sits there; every movement makes it worse, or is that better?
I’m sure the driver can see her crotch if nothing more.
“Where to, ladies?”
“Da Vinci Club on Welbourne road,” I tell him.
“Be about forty-five minutes, with traffic at the moment,” he informs us, “Make yourself comfy.”
I see him smirking to himself; he knows of the club, then.
Rati made a mistake sitting down immediately; she was in direct eye-line for the driver’s rearview mirror, which he had subtly adjusted. Every move she makes to get more comfortable exposes more of her. She pulls the bottom of the coat together, and the top opens, and vice-versa; she eventually gives up but never relaxes. Sitting behind the driver, I am out of view, so I sit more leisurely, tucked into the corner with my legs open. Flashing my knickers at Rati.
Paying the driver upon arriving at the club, he offers us a free ride back, giving me his number to call.
“Well, at least he was kind enough to offer us a ride back; we deserve that after everything he saw,” Rati huffs.
“It won’t be exactly free; he will expect to fuck at least one of us, if not both.” I grin up at her.
Her face is a picture.
On entering the club, she notices the erotic drawings on the walls.
“I know of these from India,” she says.
“Good evening, Sharon and friend,” Michael greets us.
“Hi, Michael, this is Rati, the lady with the desires!”
He looks her up and down. “She seems to have the equipment to fulfill them, too,” he nods appreciatively.
“I’ll show her around first and settle into the lounge shortly,” I inform him.
We go to the cloakroom first and remove our coats. Rati looks nervous.
“Remember, no means no, and if you do anything, the safe word is ‘Heaven’ tonight,” I tell her, pointing at a sign on the wall. “Say that word, and people will stop whatever they’re doing to you.”
She nods, and we walk out of the cloakroom and into the lounge/bar area. Here she sees that everybody, well the women, are all dressed like we are. The men are casually attired for the most part. Visibly relaxing, she looks around at more of the erotic artwork.
“People are quite inventive, aren’t they?” She keeps gazing at some impossible congregation of bodies on the wall.
I show her all the rooms, and we stop and look in them. The BDSM chamber piques her interest, and she studies the equipment displayed with apparent interest.
“Been there, done that,” I smirk at her. “I might show you the video one day.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Sitting at the bar, sipping our drinks, tonic water for me. Rati is on vodka and tonic. I warn her to be careful.
As I asked Michael has set up the stage in the lounge tonight, I saw him approaching and nodded to him. He nods back in acknowledgment.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have something a little different tonight. We will fulfill someone’s hidden desire; Sharon, please bring Rati over.” Michael announced.
Rati is dumbstruck as I lead her onto the stage.
“This is Rati, Rati, I have learned is the Hindu Goddess of desire. I certainly desire her, and I can see all of you appraising her favorably. Her desire tonight is to have eleven men, a team of cricketers I believe is the true need, to satisfy her sexually. Do we have eleven cricketers in tonight?” he asks.
“Is that a hand you’re raising over there?” He points at someone.
“There’s a fair number of rugby players in tonight. Will they do?” the chap jokes.
“Even better,” I shout out, “that’s fifteen to a team, isn’t it?”
“The stage is set; use whatever you see, the bed, pommel bar, barrel, or the floor. No dildos, only real cock tonight,” Michael confirms. “Please make your way up here; no more than three on the stage at once.”
Rati looks rattled and scared, like a rabbit in headlights. To help her, I whisper.
“If you can’t reach eleven, use the safeword, and I will take your place to keep the men happy.”
She looks at me with gratitude.
Michael and I move to the back of the stage to sit and watch.
The first three guys approach, swiftly removing her thong and top, exposing her statuesque body. Then parade her to the eager onlookers.
Moving to the bed, she sits on one edge; her torso is flat, her legs lifted straight up and spread apart, one man holding each leg. The third man, still clothed, sits astride her chest, reaching her pubic area, and gently parts her lips. Exposing her baby-pink insides to everyone. It’s a beautiful sight. The contrast between her light brown skin and the rich pinkness is alluring.
Lowering his head, he licks gently around her pinkness. Teasing and probing, nibbling and licking. Arousing her and himself. Sidling off her and the bed, he removes his trousers and shorts, showing the extent of his arousal! Now positioning himself at her entrance, he gently nudges his rampant cock past her opening. Sliding into her gently and smoothly. He will have the best of her, slippery but tight, with only her juices lubricating the way. He can afford to take things easy. Later, the men will have to work harder to get any feeling as she gets wetter with cum and her own juices flowing copiously.
He takes his time. Sliding in and out in a constant rhythm. Rati is responding, writhing, and bucking gently in time with him. She is relaxing and letting the moment take her. Take her; it does as she lets out a low moan of pleasure, her back arching skyward as an orgasm ripples her body. His thrusting quickens as he, too, is cumming, filling her pinkness with his warm white seed.
Taking leave of her body, he swaps places with one of the leg holders. This new cock enters her swiftly, taking her breath away and making her gasp. Being so close to the action seems to have excited him somewhat! Thumping into her, moving her along the bed, he has to keep shuffling forward to stay in contact with her until, with a mighty grunt and shove; he fills her with more cum.
Before the third guy takes his place, she is pulled back to the edge, and he stands to one side for a while, allowing the cum to drain from her. Rivulets of white liquid ran down her brown skin.
He takes a more measured approach to fucking Rati, taking his organ fully out of her before running it back in. Using the entire length of his tool, getting his money’s worth, and savoring the experience. Building both of them to a climax. Rati moans and humps her body to match his movements as they both cum together; nicely done.
The next three men move her to the pommel bar. Leaning her sideways to the bar, lifting her right leg high to rest on the guy’s shoulder. Opening her like a pair of scissors, showing her gaping pussy to the expectant audience.
Edging forward, he thrusts his cock into her slippery hole, forcing some cum to run down her leg. Another guy kneels at her breasts and sucks and nips at them; the third is behind her, running his hands over her. All while the cock pounds at her. Rati is unsteady on her feet as the pounding rocks her. All the men help steady her. She does not seem to enjoy this position, and she looks relieved when the now flaccid cock leaves her. The cum deposited inside her ran freely from her gaping hole.
The next guy bends her over the pommel, taking her from behind. No finesse or care, simply hard, fast fucking. He cums quickly, giving her no chance to enjoy it.
Taking her from behind again, the last of the trio splits her wide. His cock, not long but very thick, is stretching her painfully. I see the look of surprise and pain on her face. Unsurprisingly that look turns to pleasure as the new sensations turn to delight. He is taking his time, too, with nice easy strokes. Running his cock along her smooth, tender walls, bringing her to a climax, along with himself.
Copious amounts of cum drain from her gaping hole when he withdraws; a thick cock must mean big balls too!
That’s six, five more to go.
Back on the bed, seven and eight take her in the missionary position with undisguised lust and fury. Pounding her like a piece of meat, causing the excess cum to froth and squelch as they use her body.
As eight unloads inside her, Rati lifts her head and says the dreaded word.
“Heaven.” They’ve broken her; I’m sure she would have gone further without these two guys.
“OK, that’s it, folks. Not quite a team. Not yet, anyway. Sharon promised to fill in for Rati if she could not fulfill her desires. So I make that three for Sharon to complete the team,” Michael announces.
Three guys approach, then one wag shouts out.
“Sharon likes rugby; that’s a fifteen-man team.”
Michael looks at me, and I nod.
“On one condition, on the barrel,” I confirm.
I love the barrel stretched over the curve pussy thrusting forward. Any cock entering has to rub over my most sensitive and delightful area, guaranteeing an orgasm every time. Seven cocks to go, easy. I think to myself as I get tied to the barrel; they nearly forgot to remove my knickers!
Yes, one after the other, orgasm after orgasm, as one cock replaces another.
I shout out to them, “Fuck me, fill my hole, you lazy bastards,” over and over. “Keep me cumming; fill my cunt with cock and cum.”
All the while, my body is quivering in one continuous orgasm. I’m bucking and arching, pulling at my restraints, savoring the delirium engulfing me. Cum oozing out of me and running down my bum.
The queue of men dwindles rapidly until just two are left, and they release me from the barrel. I don’t care; I am past that stage.
Leading me back to the bed, one guy lies down. His rampant cock pointed skyward. He gestures for me to sit astride him, happily obliging him, sliding over his pole. Bucking together briefly. The second guy pushes me forward to lie on the prone body beneath me. Then kneeling behind me, he presents his cock to my already occupied pussy entrance. Forcibly but slowly, and with some adjustment from the guy below, he slides into me. Stretching me painfully, making me wince in discomfort.
Both keep still for a while as we adjust to the new dynamic.
Slowly they start to double fuck me, sometimes moving together, as often as not independently. Sliding in me and over each other’s cocks. Not quite a first for me, but the first time I have been coherent enough to enjoy the experience. Enjoy it; I do; the stretching and ever-present moving cock work wonders. Bringing me to a fever pitch once more.
Oh, it’s good when they move together, a giant cock filling my willing sex.
“Fuck me harder, you cunts.” I shout as I orgasm once more.
One shoots his load but leaves his wilting cock in me, leaving more room for the other, who increases his tempo. Taking me for himself, flooding my insides with more gooey liquid.
We’re done, fifteen between us. Next time, Rati, I muse.
Rati and Michael help me off the bed, walking to the cloakroom together. Rati is very quiet, not speaking till we are alone.
“I am so sorry you had to go through that ordeal for me, Sharon,” she whispers.
I stop her before she can go on.
“It was no ordeal, couldn’t you see I was thoroughly enjoying it; I’ve wanted to have a train on the barrel for a long time. That one hits the spot for me. As for you, you were doing well until those last two clowns pushed you too hard,” I espoused.
“Thank you, you are too kind. Yes, those two did spoil it for me. I just felt so degraded, being used like that,” she nearly cried.
I held her close.
“Yes, I understand; remember, all experience is a good experience. Everything can be turned to your benefit,” I expound.
“Come on, let’s clean up and get dressed, then get a drink or two,” I offer cheerily.
Rati’s first drink didn’t touch the sides; it was a double vodka! Nursing the second, she is enjoying the attention. Men and women are coming up to us, complimenting us on our performance. Some even commiserating over the two who pushed Rati over the edge.
“They are all ordinary people, aren’t they?” Rati comments.
“Of course, just like you and me, we all have secret desires we like to fulfill. Places like this and indeed Colin and his enterprise cater to those needs,” I answer.
“Anyway, time is marching on; it’s gone one am. Shall I call our ride?” I ask.
Her eyes light up. “Yes,” she gleefully answers.
Twenty minutes later, we both slip into the taxi, and neither tries to hide anything. Happily flashing our underwear.
“Hi, girls, back to Euston Road?” The driver asks.
“Yes, please, take your time,” I reply, leaning into Rati and kissing her.
Fifteen minutes later, we park in a quiet cul-de-sac. The driver, Adam, gets into the back with us. We are both naked, having been making out with each other for the drive here.
“Who’s first?” he asks.
“Take us both, can you?” I tease.
He grins.
“Me,” Rati interrupts.
“Turn round and kneel,” Adam instructs. I think he’s done this before.
Undoing his fly and releasing his, not inconsiderable, cock. He calmly presents it to Rati’s willing entrance, sliding it in with practiced ease. Pumping generously and deeply into her sex.
“You, too, turn round and assume the position,” he orders.
I giggle and do as asked.
He pulls out of Rati and straight into me. He feels good, a lovely size, not too big but generous. He seems to know how to use it too!
Pumping deeply and rhythmically. Suddenly pulling out of me and back into Rati, one stroke, and back into me. Repeatedly taking us one stroke at a time. Teasing us, tormenting our wanton cunts. Pleasuring us both as he said he would.
Rati takes the crown as he unloads inside of her. Tipping her over the edge as an orgasm overwhelms her. Slipping out of her and back into me, letting me take the last dregs of cum as his cock slowly wilts. I missed out on an orgasm this time.
“Right, let’s get you pair of sluts back to your madam,” Adam laughs as he organizes himself. “You’ve got my number; let me know anytime you want a ride.”
Rati looks like the cat that got the cream; I suppose she is at that!
Slipping our coats back on, we snuggle together for the ride back.
“Shall we leave our underwear in the back here?” Rati whispers.
I can’t believe she just suggested that, but I nod and grin in agreement.
“Kama will be proud of his Rati,” I whisper as we return to her room. Leaving her at the door to enter alone.
