Ruby Rhapsody: Perverted Passions

Hunter's hand swept under her skirt and up her inner thigh in urgent exploration. He nudged her legs apart.

Katt felt his big, muscular shaft massage her passion-knotted belly. It was going to happen. Oh, God, he was going to make love to her and she was shaking like a virgin! This man could get too deep beneath her skin. He had already. She had to think of him as just another good lay.

That was it… just another good lay!

Hunter worked his finger beneath the legband of her panties and found his target. Her snatch was wet with desire. Good. It would get wetter.

He had no intention of making love to her just yet. For some reason, he wanted to drive her mad with desire for him before he let her have it.

Something perverse in his nature surfaced. He wanted to bring her to her sexy knees, to strip her of all pretense. She was in heat; an erotic, sexual woman, and he wanted her to prove it to him.

Hunter teased her clit, which was already erect and throbbing. His other hand drew hers down to his heavy crotch.

"Uuurgh." The sound came from deep down as Katt gripped Hunter's huge, hard cock as best she could through the white trousers that fit him like a second skin. It pulsed and jerked beneath her touch.

Without warning, Hunter stopped kissing her and pulled his hand from beneath her skirt. It was with a shock that Katt realized his servant was standing beside them, softly speaking to Hunter. He had seen what they were doing!

Hunter calmly replied, stepped back, releasing Katt from her trapped position against the wall.

Afraid to move, afraid her knees wouldn't support her, Katt remained where she was, her cheeks colouring beneath the servant's passive regard.

"Hazun will serve us now," Hunter said, offering her his hand.

For Katt, dinner was a blur of unreality. Hunter's overwhelming presence shoved everything else far into the recesses of her mind. For all she knew, she could have eaten lizard or snake and never known the difference.

"I want to pull your panties off with my teeth and lick your pussy," he said as Hazun served them. His hand slid up her skirt to her cunt.

Blushing and squirming, Katt shot an embarrassed glance at Hazun. "D-ddoes he speak English?"

"Yes."

Her colour deepened.

"Don't by shy. Hazun is a man of the world. He admires passionate women, don't you, Hazun?"

Hazun's head bobbed and he grinned. "Yeeezz, Sahib."

"You are not being very discreet," she reminded him, thinking of Ted.

"Hazun and I have no secrets-from each other," he returned pointedly.

"As for telling our secrets to others-you can rely on us both, completely."

"God, I hope so," she said with feeling. "Ted would never understand any of this!"

"That is unfortunate-for you. For me, it is most advantageous."

Hazun's prick had risen to an amazing stand as he looked at the memsahib with the golden hair. Knowing that the sahib's hand was playing between her secret places made Hazun want to bend beneath the table and sneak a peek. Only Hazun knew he would immediately be suspect if he should attempt such a thing.

Katt's overwhelming desire, for the masculine Hunter, altered her normal behaviour. It altered her codes or morals and principles. She forgot all personal, business, professional and social ethics. Even her sense of right and wrong took a nasty turn.

Hunter insinuated a finger into Katt's sopping wet slit, then twisted it around inside. Looking into her eyes, he lazily watching her as he made her squirm.

Flushed, Katt knew he was intentionally working her into a stew, yet she couldn't stop her body from responding passionately, even with the Indian servant looking on. Her eyes closed and her pelvis began to thrust rhythmically as Hunter's finger probed her depths deliciously, then came out to frig her clit. Katt stirred faster, her heart in a flutter. My God! Was he going to get her off right here at the table with Hazun looking on? She couldn't stop. Couldn't…

As Hunter's desire-inspiring fingers moved faster on her love bud, Katt became more agitated. Harsh, breathy moans of desire welled up in her throat and seemed to fill the small room.

Without warning, Hunter pulled his hand away. Katt's eyes flew open in disbelief. She was aquiver. He was sitting there grinning at her, smelling his finger.

Crashing back to earth, Katt felt a sense of the ridiculous, felt foreign to herself. She seemed to be another person, another woman behaving wantonly.

The sweet-musk odour of her hot sex rose in Hunter's nostrils, making his prick jerk. How long could he keep teasing her without driving himself crazy in the process?

From the dark corner of the room, the silent Hazun discreetly watched.

He wished she was a member of the cult so he could gouge his finger into her rich pussy and smell it. He imagined that she would smell spicy as sandalwood. It must be real wet by now. His cock throbbed.

Would her hair down there be pale yellow? He wondered.

Any minute now, the sahib would take the golden woman to his bed, and he, Hazun, would be forced to listen to the sounds of lovemaking. He would have to relieve his balls of their burden while listening to the sucking sounds and grunts as the sahib screwed her. Perhaps if he was careful, very much careful, he could sneak a peek through the crack in the door and see if her pubic flax was indeed golden.

Hunter put a hand on Katt's breast and kneaded the flesh.

"Don't!" she gaped, fully aware now that he was deliberately teasing her.

Paying no attention, Hunter tweaked her erect nipples until Katt moaned softly.

Hot himself, Hunter scrunched the silky blouse up over Katt's tits and tugged her white, lacy bra down. Her large breasts burst free in all their splendour. His tongue flicked and caressed Katt's fevered nipples with no thought of his servant's presence. His skillful teeth nibbled at the excited nubs.

With a strangled sob, Katt twined her fingers in Hunter's hair. Her other hand slid over his cock and began to stroke it.

"Lick my nipples! Suck them!" she cried, pressing his head closer.

Cupping her mound between his hands, Hunter clamped his lips over the hard nipples and ravenously sucked.

"Yes, oh, Yes!" Katt became wildly excited, watching and feeling Hunter suck her nipples. Over his head, she was shocked to find that Hazun was watching too. Even though she was surprised, Katt did not object. Eyes half-closed, she thrilled beneath Hazun's carefully guarded gaze. As hard as he was trying to appear aloof, Katt saw that his prick was erect and poking out the material of his pants. It looked big. Dazedly, Katt wondered if all Indians had big peckers.

Removing his mouth from her tit, Hunter said, "Come with me. You have something between your legs that I want to suck too. And if we don't adjourn to the bedroom, Hazun will ejaculate in his pants."

With a sense of the preordained, Katt let the alluring man lead her to the bedroom and in no time at all, they were both undressed.

Enthralled, Katt sat on the edge of the bed and watched Hunter move toward her. His cock was a shaft the like of which she had never seen, or even imagined. It was a thick mass of branching blue veins about ten inches in length. The big, sizzling penis looked enormous enough to enter her cunt and exit her mouth. She was torn between a wild urge to grab her clothes and run, and to beg him to fuck her with the throbbing monster.

His balls hung heavy and thick and were lightly furred. Hunter's strong hand shamelessly stroked his heated majestic girth. His eyes honed in on her vee. "Spread your legs, I've waited hours to see your pussy."

Wanting his mouth on her tush, Katt enthusiastically lay back on the bed and did as he told her.

"Luscious… inviting. I want to drive my tongue into your cunt!"