Conquests of Eric RochetChapter 4
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“That was a great meal, Maria, thank you. After you’ve cleared the dishes, you can leave. We’re having a guest over tonight.”
The maid began taking the dishes into the kitchen as Atharva and his wife took their after dinner drinks out onto the patio behind the mansion. He slipped his arm around Ali’s waist and hugged her as they looked out over the lake.
“Who is this mystery guest, darling?” Ali asked him again. He’d told her they would to entertaining someone but had not told her who or what was the occasion. His wife was wearing a shiny silver evening gown with a low cut neckline which clearly showed the upper swells of her augmented breasts.
“You don’t know her. But you remember the questions I asked you this afternoon? Well, there’s no hypotheticals tonight, Ali. I’ve invited another woman over to be with us. I want to experience both of you together. Upstairs. In our bed.”
Atharva felt her body tense. Even after being conditioned to want to participate with him in any sexual act he desired, there was still some deep hang-ups in her about either being with another woman or seeing her husband with another.
“Are you sure that is what you want?” Ali asked.
“Definitely. And I know you want me to be happy, so you will join us. Imagine the hands and mouth of another woman pleasuring you while I watch.” Alisha relaxed in his arm. “Imagine her mouth on your nipples while I fuck you.”
Yadav sat his glass on the patio balustrade and ran the palm of his free hand over the swell of her breasts and onto her tanned breastbone. Ali’s eyes were now full of desire, for him and for the other woman, whoever she was. He wouldn’t have to put her under again to make her go along with the threesome.
He kissed her tenderly as his hand slid down to squeeze a breast while his other hand slid down her bare leg exposed in the dress’s high side slit. She molded her body to him as his hand traveled up under her dress. She was wearing a pair of thong undies to minimize any lines in the tight dress and Atharva was able to feel her bare bottom.
He was thinking about sitting her on the balustrade, hiking her dress up around her waist and using his mouth on her familiar womanhood. But at that moment, car headlight beams swept over them. A portion of the winding driveway in front of the house was visible from where they stood and Yadav saw a red Porsche approaching the house.
“It looks like our guest is here, darling. Let’s go welcome her,” Yadav said as he grabbed Ali’s hand and let her back into the house.
The doorbell rang as they walked through the living room toward the front foyer.
“Atharva, I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” Ali said as her other hand gripped his arm. She was not unwilling; only nervous and excited.
“I think you’re going to enjoy this evening very much,” Atharva promised as they entered the foyer. “Just let yourself go. Nothing matters tonight except enjoying our guest.”
He left her standing in the middle of the foyer and went to open the front door. As he began to open the door, the doorbell rang again. As it swung wide open, there was Jasmine Takagi pressing the ringer again.
The sexy Asian gave Atharva a wicked smile as he offered her his hand and she came into the foyer. His patient looked absolutely ravishing in a long black latex trenchcoat which matched her jet black moussed hair. The black of the coat and her bright red lipstick contrasted nicely with her pale body.
“Jasmine, you’re right on time,” Atharva said as he pushed the door closed behind her.
Jasmine didn’t say anything or look at Ali, she just pressed her body against her doctor and pulled his head down to kiss him. Her delightful tongue wormed its way into Atharva’s mouth and he sucked the pink appendage as she ran it over his teeth and gums. Jasmine finished her kiss and took a step back from Atharva. She then looked at Ali who was shifting from foot to foot about six paces away.
“Jasmine, may I introduce my wife, Alisha.” Atharva said as he moved behind Jasmine, watching his wife’s somewhat surprised expression.
“Uh, welcome to our home, Jasmine,” Ali said, a little shocked and a little excited at the way her husband had kissed the strange woman.
“Darling, take her coat.”
Jasmine uncinched the belt of her coat and Atharva’s hands came over her shoulders, gripped the lapels and he pulled it open and off her. Yadav watched his wife’s face take on a shocked look when she saw that Jasmine was nude beneath the coat, just as he had ordered her.
Yadav threw the coat on the foyer bench seat and drank in Jasmine from them back. Her black hair came to almost mid-back. Her back looked strong but was slender at the same time; Yadav loved the faint outline of her spine. Her bottom was heart-shaped and had very nice dimples in each tender cheek. Her dancer-like legs were nicely accentuated by a pair of short, lace-up, high heeled black boots; the heels made her calves stretch upward.
Alisha put a hand over her chest as she eyed the woman her husband had convinced to join them in a night of carnal pleasures. Her legs were graceful looking and slightly parted as the woman seemed to have nothing to hide.
Ali’s gaze hung on the woman’s crotch as she studied her shaved pussy, the first she had ever seen she realized. Jasmine’s hands slid around her hips to just over her sex and Alisha realized she had been staring at the woman’s sex longer than she thought.
Jasmine began to move her hands upward and Ali followed Jasmine’s hands up her frame until they cupped her lovely tits. Jasmine’s tits naturally seemed as if someone were pulling them to the sides like waterwings; the center of her chest was flat. The Oriental’s eyes met hers and Jasmine smiled as she walked toward Alisha.
“Good evening, Alisha,” Jasmine said as she moved close, her eyes seeming to mentally undress the tall Italian women. Dr. Yadav had made it totally clear to her that she was to focus her attention on his wife until he said otherwise. Jasmine had been with many women in her sordid past. Initiating Alisha would be sensational reintroduction to the behavior she had been involved with before coming to Dr. Yadav’s care.
“You are beautiful,” Jasmine said as she came within reach of Ali and her hands moved onto Ali’s arms and began stroking them. “We are going to be very good friends tonight.”
Jasmine moved closer, encircling Ali’s body with her arms. Ali’s arms were inside Jasmine’s so she did not have anyway to react as Jasmine began nuzzling one of her breasts with her alluring face. The only thing she could do was hold Jasmine’s hips as she ground herself against her. Without thinking, Alisha kissed Jasmine’s forehead near her hairline.
Yadav shifted uncomfortably as his cock began to grow. No sense standing down here while upstairs they could be having much more fun.
“Ladies, let’s go upstairs,” Atharva said as he walked over and stroked both their backs. “Jasmine, please walk up the stairs ahead of us. My wife and I would like to get a good look at what you have to offer.”
Yadav circled his wife’s waist with his arm and they followed Jasmine up the staircase. Jasmine took her time, moving her ass seductively to and fro as she held the banister.
Atharva got his first view of her hairless genitalia and he couldn’t wait to push her labia wide with the wide girth of his prick. Yadav felt his wife’s hand move onto the bulge in the front of his pants and he slid his hand from her waist further up to grab a tit as he pulled her closer.
“God, Atharva, where did you find her?” Ali whispered, her voice husky with passion now.
“I’m treating her for nymphomania,” Atharva said loud enough for Jasmine to hear and she looked back over her shoulder at the soon-to-be swinging couple. Her hand reached back and stroked her ass brazenly.
“A patient?!” Alisha said. It was apparent that her husband was going way beyond the normal professional standards. She envisioned her husband banging away between Jasmine’s lovely legs on his psychiatric couch. She should have made her mad but it only excited her more. She actually wanted to see her husband fuck his patient!
Before she knew it they were in their bedroom. Atharva told Jasmine to turn down the bed and he held Ali from behind as they watched her pull the covers off the end of the bed. Atharva saw that his wife had had Maria put the fancy black silk sheets on the bed in expectation of a night of sex with her husband. Jasmine pulled the sheets down and turned back to her hosts.
“Come here, Jasmine,” Atharva said as he found the zipper on the back of his wife’s dress and pulled it all the way down to the crack of her ass. His fingers moved inside the thin straps on her shoulders and he brought them off and the dress pooled at his wife’s ankles.
Atharva saw Ali’s hands instinctively cover her breasts in front of Jasmine’s hungry gaze. He wanted Jasmine to have a free rein with his wife’s tits to begin with; he knew Ali would be swept away in the moment once she felt Jasmine’s lips and tongue on her sensitive knockers.
“Ali, put your hands up and hold my head,” Atharva ordered as he pulled her against him, his stiff cock pressing into her ass through his pants. Ali slowly brought her hands up and reached behind her head to encircle his as he looked over her shoulder.
“Keep them there, darling,” he further instructed her. Ali’s perfectly round implants rode higher on her chest in this position and Atharva could see Jasmine’s tongue wet her round lipsticked lips as she focused her attention on Ali’s jutting nipples.
Jasmine didn’t wait for any instructions from her doctor. She gripped Ali’s tit-globes and brought her lips down on one of Ali’s brown nipples. Jasmine felt Mrs. Yadav’s body shudder as she began sucking the nipple strongly.
Ali felt like Jasmine’s lips and tongue were sending an electric current from her tits to her pussy. The sexy Oriental had total control of her tits as she kept her hands up behind her head. She wanted to grab Jasmine’s head and pull her face tightly against her tit but she had to obey her husband.
Atharva watched over his wife’s shoulder as Jasmine sucked away at the teat and then switch to the other. Ali was obviously enjoying Jasmine’s ministrations. Her ass ground back against his cock and she was making gasping noises as the woman in front of her lashed her nipples with her snaking tongue.
Atharva ran his hands down his wife’s heaving sides and slid them into the front of her thong undies. He found her pussy wet and ready for the two fingers he worked inside her, stroking into her delicate tissues.
“MMMMMmmmmm, ooohhh, Atharva! Atharva! Sooooo goood. Suck my tits, like that! Like that! Hmmmmm, mmmm, mmmm, oh God, God!” Ali babbled as the two of them worked her sensuous body into a frenzy.
Jasmine brought her face off the woman’s tits and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Ali on the mouth.
With her eyes closed, Ali opened her mouth and welcomed Jasmine’s tongue as it flicked inside. The kiss of another women thrilled Ali who had been a straight-laced heterosexual until that night. She sucked on Jasmine’s tongue like it was a miniature penis. The feminine tongue exploring her mouth, the smell of Jasmine’s perfume, the small hands kneading her titflesh and pulling her hard nipples, Jasmine’s soft belly against hers, the feeling of her husband’s erection against her backside, his thick fingers probing her sexhole – all these set Ali off and her body arched as her loins burst into her first orgasm of the night. She moaned around Jasmine’s tongue as stars went off before her eyes and her knees became weak.
“That’s it, baby! Come for us, oh yeah, I got you….I got you,” Atharva encouraged his wife as he looped an arm around her midriff and held her up as she threatened to keel over. He could feel the oils of her cunt lubricating his fingers.
Jasmine broke their long kiss and began kissing Ali’s neck as she gasped for air following her climax. Atharva nibbled on her ear as Ali murmurred, “Ohhh, God, Atharva!”
“Liked that, huh, baby?” Her hands were still holding his head and he told her she could let go. They came down to hold Jasmine’s nuzzling head that was lodged in her deep cleavage.
Once he was sure that she could stand on her own, Atharva backed up and began stripping his clothes off as he watched the two women once again kissing each other. Things were going better than he could have hoped.
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“Good God, Atharva, how can she get that much in her mouth?” Ali asked her husband as she stroked his muscular chest. She lay at his side, her head on his shoulder as they both watched the sexy Asian bob her head on her doctor’s thick veiny prick. Ali was impressed that Jasmine was getting six inches of her husband’s cock past her pursed lips.
“Lots of practice!” Atharva groaned as his cockhead rode back up into her clutching throat. “Isn’t that right, Jaz?”
His cocksucking patient continued her oral worship as if she had not heard him. Of course, she had. But to take her lips off of him would have broken a direct order he had given her to suck his dick until he told her to stop. Her conditioning would not allow her to disobey such an instruction.
“Are you going to make love to her?” Alisha asked.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of her, baby. And you’re gonna help me.”
“Atharva! Really. . . . such language.” Alisha wasn’t used to words like “fuck” or “suck”; instead she use words like “love me” or “let me pleasure you.” Atharva decided that she was going to use a more flavorable language that evening. Soon he’d have his prim and proper wife talking like a downtown hooker. It would turn him on more and it wouldn’t hurt her to express herself better.
“Ali, go down and see if her pussy is wet. Ooh, yeah, keep sucking just like that. Honey, I said go down and look at her puss.”
Ali slowly rose from his side and walked on her knees around Jasmine’s kneeling form until she was behind Jasmine’s upthrust ass. Her legs were wide apart and Ali had a clear view of Jasmine’s slit.
“How’s it look, baby?”
“It looks wet, Atharva,” Ali replied as she stared slack-jawed at the woman’s wet gash. It looked much smaller than hers. “Touch it and find out for sure,” Atharva said.
Ali gave him a weak smile and he saw her hand slowly move behind Jasmine’s ass. He could tell when his wife’s fingers touched Jasmine’s sex by the little “mmmphf” sound that his patient made as she continued sucking his dick.
“It’s definitely wet, honey. It’s so soft. I can’t believe how soft she is,” Ali said as she continued to strum her fingers on Jasmine’s rubbery lips. Feeling another woman’s pussy began to turn her on. She knew the delicious feelings that she got when she masturbated when her husband was unavailable. The girl had given her so much pleasure a few minutes ago that she wanted to return the favor.
Ali placed her left hand on the top of Jasmine’s tush and ran her right hand into the delicate folds of the Asian’s pussy and felt the hard nub of her clitoris. She began rubbing it and Jasmine began to give her pelvis a rolling motion in appreciation.
Jasmine was back in her element after so long and was loving the stroking hand polishing her clit with her feminine juices and the musky skin-covered pillar of her doctor’s cock stretching her lips wide.
For the last year and a half, she’d been fighting re-entering the world of orgies and degradation that had embarrassed her family. But now her doctor was leading her back into that world.
“Ali, whatever you’re doing, she likes it. Her little mouth is humming like a bumblebee around my dick. Enough, enough, Jasmine!” Atharva pulled the sucking girl off his cock and she looked at him, her chin wet with spit.
“Hmmmm, Doctor Yadav, your wife is rubbing my pussy sooooooo good! She’s got it nice and juicy. It needs a good hard fucking and you’ve got the cure!” She gave his hard dick a long, slow pull and Atharva knew he was going to acquiesce to her wishes.
His wife would just have to wait. It was time for the first of many fucks with his new concubine!
He rose up on his knees while Jasmine rolled over on her back and moved up the bed until her head was on the pillows, her shiny black hair framing her smoldering face. She lifted her right leg high in the air to allow Yadav to knee-walk his way into position to mount her. Yadav’s dick was painfully hard as he gazed down on Jasmine’s bald crotch; it looked exposed and vulnerable, almost childlike.
Alisha moved up behind him and her left hand stroked his back and buttocks as her right hand and chin rested on his right shoulder. Jasmine, wanting to put on a good show for the horny couple, lifted her shapely legs straight up in the air. They were like a dancer’s; sleek and well defined. Jasmine brought them back toward her face and parted them as she pulled her knees back against her shoulderblades. Her perfect crotch opened up for him, beckoning his manhood.
“God, Atharva, what are you waiting for?” Ali whispered as she nipped his ear with her teeth. His wife wanted him to lay the wood to their Oriental plaything.
“You don’t mind if I fuck her, Alisha?”
“It’s what you want. You want me to watch. So do it to her,” Ali said as she pushed him down onto the waiting Jasmine.
She remained on her knees to the side of them as her husband kissed Jasmine hotly, their tongues moving back and forth between their mouths. She watched as his hands roamed over the other woman’s ass and legs, watched as Jasmine pressed the end of his hovering cock down into her pink split, watched as her husband drove his wide girth down into her satiny fuckhole. And she did not mind. There was no jealousy.
Atharva stopped with half his prick in his pinned patient. Her hard calves rested against his collarbones as he looked down between her V-ed legs at her sultry eyes. Jasmine hunched her hips up at him, eager for the fucking he was going to give her neglected pussy.
“Fuck me, Doctor Yadav,” Jasmine whimpered. “I like it hard and deep.”
The feeling of her doctor’s mighty Caucasian cock-pole opening her sex up was what she’d been waiting for in her apartment the last couple of days. She’d been unable to think of anything else since she sucked him off in his office. Her trusty dildo had helped her dampen her fuck-lust the last few days but it couldn’t compare with the feeling of a man’s weight over her body, strong hands gripping her waist, flesh-and-blood lodged in her shaved pussy. And to have his wife watching them, while not a first for Jasmine, was the icing on the cake.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Hard and deep it is!” Yadav thrust mightily down into Jasmine’s snug pussy and his length drove home past the ring of her tight cervix.
Beneath him, Jasmine moaned loudly as he filled her cunt to capacity.
Little slut wants it hard. I’ll give you hard! Atharva thought as he began pounding her pussy with long hard thrusts.
“AAH! AAH! Yessss, fuck me!” Jasmine hissed between Atharva’s thrusts. “FUCK ME! OOOOHHHHHH! YES!” She pulled Atharva’s head down and kissed him, licked his face as he continued his fierce plunging. She felt her pussy rip open as the first of her orgasms shot through her body.
Yadav could feel Jasmine’s pussy quake around his spearing manhood. He knew he’d driven her into ecstasy and he continued lunging into her writhing body as his wife watched. He leaned farther over her, tilting her legs back more as his hands rode up and grabbed her tits.
“AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH! AAAAAHHHHH!” Jasmine gasped as her climax continued on and on. Her doctor was rutting her body like a wild beast, throwing his stiff spike in and out of her spasming sex.
She felt her nipples being pulled and her lover began slowing his thrusts. Her body went into a series of small sexual aftershocks as Yadav leaned away from her. He moved her legs down off his shoulders and she wrapped them around his waist as she kept him inside her.
“You needed to be fucked,” Atharva said down to his perspiring sex slave.
“Oh, yes. It felt so good! I want more. Fuck me more like that!” Jasmine pleaded as she ran her red nails on his back.
“You bet I will. But I’m gonna have Ali join us.” He looked back at his wife, still on her knees behind them, one hand working her pussy. She looked incredibly turned on. “Come here, darling. Jasmine wants to pleasure us both.” Yadav turned his face back to Jasmine as he felt his wife move closer.
“Can you guess what I’m going to have you do to her while I shoot my cum deep in your belly?” he asked Jasmine.
“Mmmmm, you want me to suck her pussy. . . you know I like that. Have her sit on my face while you fuck me,” Jasmine suggested, reading his mind.
Yadav leaned back on his knees and pulled his wife to him.
“You heard her, honey. She wants to taste your pussy.” Ali shivered in excitement. “I’d like to see that. I’ll have a ringside seat this time. You ready for that?”
“Yes, Atharva, whatever you want, darling.” Ali leaned down and kissed Jasmine before she moved over her, her knees on either side of the woman’s head, facing away from Atharva. Ali gripped the headboard and Jasmine’s hands slid up Ali’s asscheeks as his wife lowered her sex down onto Jasmine’s mouth.
“Uuuuuhhh!” Ali gasped as Jasmine’s tongue buried itself in the lips of her pussy.
“Ali, that looks so hot, baby!” Atharva said as he watched his wife’s labia flatten out over Jasmine’s mouth. His wife’s hips hunched once, then again. Each time she dragged her pussy on Jasmine’s tongue and mouth.
“That’s it, Ali, fuck her mouth with your pussy!” Atharva ordered her and his wife’s hips began undulating erotically as she ground her gash on the Oriental’s face, covering her chin, mouth and nose with her juice’s and Jasmine’s spit.
Yadav began screwing Jasmine’s hole in time with his wife’s movements; nice long, slow penetrations up to his balls. His hands squeezed the Asian’s tits together and he used his thumbs to rub her hard nipples. Looking down he could watch his prick pump in and out of Jasmine’s bald pussy.
He knew he was going to shoot soon. He didn’t care. He could begin the whole thing over again later. They had all night.
He began thrusting harder into Jasmine’s buttery crease as her boots scraped against the back of his thighs.
Several minutes later, their threesome culminated in a series of climaxes that could not have been better planned. Ali was the first to go. She’d ran both hands under Jasmine’s head and was holding it tight against her gash as she continued to fuck the woman’s mouth.
“Uuuuuhhhn, UUUUHHHHH, UUUUHHHHHHH! OOH, GOD, OH MY GOD!” Her wails of release filled the bedroom as her juices flooded out onto Jasmine’s tongue and cheeks. Yadav could see and hear Jasmine slurping away his wife’s pussy nectar. His pent-up need to explode became uncontrollable.
“Oh fuck! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Yadav bellowed as he slammed his boner deep in Jasmine’s cunt and leaned his head against his wife’s jittering bottom as he let his cum pour out in his patient’s womb. His balls danced against the Asian’s ass as they spouted their sticky lotion in the nympho’s sweaty body.
Jasmine squealed into his wife’s smothering pussy as she herself got off at the feeling of the hot jizm coating her insides. The Asian’s talented box milked his rod, greedily welcoming the jets of spunk that slammed into the back of her cunt. He continued to jab his cock in Jasmine as his wife slumped off her face and leaned against the headboard beside them. As the last drops of his cum leaked out of his cock into Jasmine’s soupy hole, he kissed her, tasting Ali’s essence on her butterfly tongue.
Soon after that they retired to the bathroom and all three got in the Jacuzzi bathtub and enjoyed each other’s bodies further. . .
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