Ruby Rhapsody - Perverted Passions

Do you want to eat my cock?" His dark eyes gazed down at the Indian woman.

"Yes!"

Always a gentleman, and a man of his word, Hazun pulled out of Bhadra.

His cock was huge and red and throbbing wildly between his thighs.

The woman pulled her blouse and bra off. Scooping some soft butter from the dish on the table, she smeared it all over her hanging tits. Then, she lay down on the floor.

"Put your cock between my tits."

Hazun knelt over her and placed his pulsating prick in the deep valley.

This was going to be much better than a straight suck. He had a long enough cock to tit-fuck and get head at the same time.

Bhadra pressed her heavy bags tight against his penis. "Now, move back and forth." As his cock came forward, the head slid into Bhadra's ready mouth and she pursed her lips tight around it. Then she flicked her tongue across his piss slit.

Hazun gulped. He had been close to cumming. That was why he had told her she could give him head. It would give him a calming space. He always lasted longer when being fellated. Usually.

Bhadra held her buttery, hot, soft tits tight around his cock. Through her flesh, she could feel the lurches and pulsations of his humongous organ. Secretly, she had a fascination for Hazun. She wanted to please him so much that he would be impressed with her talents and would want to see more of her. Perhaps, they would even become close.

Another suck and Hazun groaned. This was terrific! Her tits and mouth almost felt better than a cunt. In and out he shoved.

"Fuck your tits… fuck your mouth…" he muttered, grasping her nipples and rolling them between thumb and index finger. Mindful of her pleasure, Hazun reached behind him, found her clit and manipulated it with the fingers of one hand while continuing to work her nipple with the other.

The woman's abandoned sucking and louder moans told Hazun she was as close as he was to orgasm. He used his free hand to pry her tits apart enough to allow him to insert a good seven inches of his prong in her mouth. Then, he began to fuck her face and tits in frantic earnest. He wanted to cum!

Even his balls were in her opulent tit valley now. He found it most exciting that the mouth he was fucking was a mouth that had just finished sucking the golden pussy of the mem-sahib.

Suddenly, Hazun felt Bhadra raise her legs high against his back. Her ass began to squirm all over the floor. Hazun slid his thumb under her asshole, and one finger into her cunt while teasing her clit with another.

Bhadra went wild. Suddenly things went jet black. She didn't realize it was because she had squeezed her eyes too tight in rapture. The floor tilted beneath her and seemed to spin. Bhadra came and came and came!

The suction pressure of her mouth was unbearable to Hazun. The Indian filled her mouth. White-hot spunk kept gushing out of him until he thought it would never stop. As fast as Bhadra swallowed to empty her mouth, he pumped it full again.

Meanwhile, at the dig site, Ted was approached by Chandpur.

"May I have a word with you, privately, sir?"

The 'sir', instead of 'sahib', should have tipped Ted off, but he had a lot on his mind. As busy and distracted as he was, Ted nevertheless nodded. "Shall we walk over to the tent?" He moved away with the lanky Indian right beside him. As they made their way across the scorching sand, Ted was only vaguely aware that there was something different in the man's demeanour.

"You sent a message to Delhi."

That got Ted's full attention. Wondering how in the hell Chandpur had found out about that, Ted stared at the worker. Now, he noticed that there was definitely something different about Chandpur. Was it his taller, prouder stance? Perhaps the alert look on his face?

"You are wondering how I know of this."

It was not a question, but Ted answered anyway.

"Among other things-yes." They entered the tent.

Chandpur smiled. "I am what you call in your country, a government agent. My people contacted me about your concerns, of which you had already made me-and the other-aware." He handed Ted his I.D. card to examine.

Ted pursed his lips and drew in his breath. "For a government spy, you sure had me fooled. However, I'm glad you are here. Someone else has me fooled too. Apparently, there is another spy in camp besides yourself."

"I am aware of that. What has made you aware of it?"

"Someone has informed Beal that we had unearthed skeletons. My wife tried to convince him that it was untrue. I doubt she succeeded. I don't trust the man. Having received no response from Delhi, I had no idea how to proceed."

"Delhi is aware that Hunter Beal has spies everywhere. They did not wish a message to you to be intercepted by one of his people. There are three of his men right here in your camp. They are being paid by Beal to inform on you."

Ted broke in with, "My God! Who are they?"

"It is best you do not know. A look, a word, could tip them off to your knowledge, and make the job of catching Beal in the act of smuggling impossible. Be assured, our people have Beal under close surveillance every moment."

"Then why did they let him fence the bones he took from me without arresting him?" Ted demanded.

"We are dealing with a smart man. He did not try to take them from our country. We have only to stall-give him enough time, a big enough treasure, and he will try to smuggle it out of India. Then, we will have him."

"In the meantime, I'm losing everything I've worked for. My finds will be sold in every direction and I'll have no valid proof that I ever discovered a lost Dravidian tribe."

Chandpur smiled. "Not to worry. You see, those that buy stolen goods are in violation of the law of India. The artifacts he sold have been confiscated from the purchasers by our people. Your bones are safe in Delhi, being held there for evidence until Beal is in custody."

Ted threw back his head and laughed heartily, happily. "Chandpur, I've got to hand it to you, you are a wily devil."

"Do not praise me too loud," the other cautioned. "The three informers believe I am one of them. In fact, I am the informer who told Beal about the bones. It was that, or blow my cover. Besides, it is perfect bait to trap Beal with."

Ted choked, his eyes bugged.

"Some way, we must let Beal get his hands on the skeletal bones."

"No!"

"Easy, man… listen to me. From his home, one hour ago, Beal made a telephone call to a museum in the eastern United States. They agreed to purchase the skeletons-sight unseen-for a fabulous sum. He has arranged to deliver them. Yet, he has no idea where they are. He believes you have cached them in the sand. As you know, he has questioned all the workers. Thank God none of the other informers knew…"

"Do you?" Ted was stunned at the man's knowledge. How in the hell did he come up with the information so fast?

Chandpur's eyes sparkled. I trust you and your wife slept well last night? If not, I could certainly understand why." The beginning of a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn! I'll bet you even know why we went to bed so late," Ted laughingly protested.

"Actually, I do. You see, Bhadra is my sister."

The shock of it hit Ted full force and a betraying blush darkened his skin. Jesus Christ! He had been fucking the man's sister everyway from Sunday! She had sucked Katt off! Totally flustered, Ted wondered if his ayah had informed her brother of all this. Was everybody a fucking spy?

Could no one be trusted?

"Ahhh, you are embarrassed," Chandpur's hand clapped Ted on the shoulder then quickly dropped away before someone saw the comradely gesture.

"Do not let it trouble you." His expression stilled and his voice softened in secret. "My sister works for me, yes. She informs me of matters of interest to me… nothing more. Her life is her own-private."