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Gifts & Surprises

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After another bout of love making, we were exhausted and fatigue had taken over our bodies. We showered together in the lavishly sinful bathroom, dressed again and left the place along with James, who drove us back to her place. On the way back to her place, she promised me another good time, and we fixed the appointment, and scheduled our program. We planned out where and what we would do for that next evening. James glided the car to a stop at her apartment gate. I pulled her in, as she was about to alight from the car.

I kissed her on the lips, while my other hand went to my pocket to pull out money. I pushed the notes (bills) into her palm as she disengaged from the kiss. She looked at the money and gave me that fiery look she had given earlier when she had thrown the money on my face. I gave her a sly smile and added for effect, “I love giving gifts and I welcome surprises.”

Her fire like anger changed to a cool smile, she promised me a meeting and added to my excitement, “wait for the next meeting, I would get my friend Gautami, she is my age, you would like making it with her.” Saying this she ran into the gate and disappeared.

I was caught puzzled about the name game, Anu or was it Gautami, James had said that the real name of Anu was Gautami, now who the hell was Gautami that Anu wanted me to bed. I looked up front at James quizzingly and James stared back at me with the same puzzled look.

Gautami or Anu, the name game and the personality game would come to an end that weekend. I was waiting for the next few days in anticipation for my date with Anu, aka Gautami. It was past 10:00 pm on Thursday night while I was traveling back home when Anu called on my cell and fixed up an appointment for Saturday. I likewise arranged for her to be picked up from her place and brought to my penthouse.

Despite my various business interests to keep my mind busy, I was still waiting in anticipation for the weekend to arrive and to have an opportunity to take to bed another young girl. However on Saturday evening when she walked through in through the door of my penthouse, my house of pleasure, she was alone, Gautami was not with her.

“I suppose you promised me that you were to get a friend of your…what was her name?” I mocked, putting an act of having forgotten the name.

“Gautami,” she reminded, adding, “Gautami, she had to go out with her family for the weekend,” she told me.

I left the subject and made a drink for us and then we proceeded to the bedroom to indulge in the act we had both arrived in this place for. The next three hours we had passionate sex, taking and giving the best to each other that our bodies had to offer. After the hot lovemaking we left the place, James drove us back to her place where I kissed her goodbye, not before pushing a wad of notes (bills) in her palm. This time she did not complain, but smiled back at me, kissed me on the cheek, shoved the money in her purse, promised me once again that she will have Gautami with her next weekend, got of the car and disappeared through the gate of her apartment.

In the next six months, we met each other every Saturday to have wild sex. With every hot session I found her getting better at the act of satisfying me, while I found myself getting attracted to her. A point came when it was no more sex alone that I needed from her, but also her presence, her company for those few hours. Needless to say, that every time we departed and said goodbyes to each other, I would push notes in her palm, each time I would increase the sum to double of what I had given her last. She would promise me every time that Gautami would be with her for the next week, but would site some excuse when we would meet again, and thus kept Gautami an elusive factor, so I presumed.

Initially Anu hesitated when I gave her a copy of the keys to the penthouse, and the permission to use it at her free will. But like a good house maker, she made sure that the house was in good order. She would drop in when the housekeeping staff would come for cleaning the place, giving them instructions and ensuring that the cleaning was to her satisfaction. Like a good consort she would make sure that the bar was filled with my choice of wines and liquor and the fridge filled with food. She would personally go to do the purchases for the penthouse. She had literally become a taskmaster as far as the penthouse was concerned.

As time passed, she got more involved with the house. On certain weekends, she would reach there during afternoons and prepare meals for me, then wait for me to arrive. Though her overtly concerned acts made me uncomfortable at times, I did not complain. Somewhere in the corner of my heart, I also liked her being extra concerned; for the first time in my life I was enjoying somebody other than James caring for me. However, all her concern was associated for and limited to the penthouse and those few hours of the weekends. In no way was she demanding on me, she had never asked for my company other than on Saturdays and that too was always a polite request. She had never asked me for money either, that I put money in her hand was absolutely my privilege.

Anu had almost become my live-in girlfriend when she told me that she could now stay over nights. She had cooked up some story for her nanny she told me. Since she started spending the nights with me, I started paying her more and she started spending more, but nowhere other than over the necessities for the penthouse. Over a period of time, she had refurnished the penthouse in a more exotic pleasure house, all of it from the money I paid her every Saturday for her service. This was the very reason I kept on increasing the amount I paid her for her services. Anu was almost my unofficial weekend wife, for she would prepare elaborate dinners for me and then give me the best sex.

But good things do come to an end and so it did when our relationships went in an eclipse one faithful Thursday when she called me to reconfirm our Saturday date.

“Hello, this is Anu,” she said.

“Yeah, so what’s the surprise girl?” I asked her.

“No nothing special,” she said, “I just wanted to know if we are meeting this weekend.”

“Oh! Anu when are you going to get that pal of yours,” I teased her, “Gautami. Right?” I asked her. I had already presumed that there was no Gautami and the young girl trying to trap me had played a little name game.

“Well, I talked with my friend Gautami about you, she has agreed for the date with you,” she said stretching on the word ‘date’. I was taken aback by the sudden twist, but presuming that she was still playing her game, I continued.

“So, when am I meeting her? This weekend?” I asked.

“No, she has got a problem, maybe next weekend,” she replied, adding rather non-coherently, “I would like to meet you this Saturday if you are free.”

I was only happy to hear her say that, I vehemently agreed to it saying, “Oh dear, sure we can meet, I would be rather happy to meet you girl.”

“Can you send over James to pick me up, I will be ready by 5:00 pm…so you can ask him to be here by 5:30 in the evening,” she requested.

“Fine, he will be there at 5:30 pm, but tell me Anu, what’s the surprise? You sound excited so very excited.” I asked her.

“Oh nothing special, I am excited about meeting you anyway,” she said, “Anyways, can I ask you one thing?” Anu asked me.

“Shoot,” I replied.

“Have you never ever thought of getting married?” she asked me.

“No never,” I replied.

“Oh I see, so girls like me who are fast…” she started.

“No Anu! Not always, most of the time I used to pick girls or use the service of a call girl,” I said, and added “I would love to have a regular relationship with someone like you, but I cannot commit to it. You see that is the problem.”

“What sort of commitment you are afraid of?” she questioned me, delving into a subject that no one had ever pondered to talk with me about, an orphaned rich child. It was the first time somebody had asked me these questions and I realized that I did not have valid excuses.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to be committed.” I said

“You mean you cannot take care of one single person, a person who belongs to you, and who you belong to,” she asked me.

“Not that Anu, I can take care of maybe thousand people, run their households, provide for their education, food and other necessities, I would like to own a person and call her mine, but I don’t want another person to own me, I am non-committal in that expect.” I told her clearing myself to her as much as I cleared this fact to myself. Yes! That was it, I wanted to own Anu, or a girl like Anu who I could call mine, but I was afraid of somebody else having a claim on me. “Forget this Anu, I am not gonna marry, neither you nor anybody, at least for now.” I finally told her, if that was what she wanted to hear.

“Aaye! Don’t you get ideas; neither am I interested in marrying you. You are one brat and I don’t like to own brats.” She said laughing. We continued chatting over an hour on this subject, and finally before hanging down reconfirmed the time that James would pick her.

On Friday, at work, I was almost feeling like an excited teenager at school, trying to finish his homework as fast as he could to keep up the date with the girl next door. It was even surprising to me how I finished the day’s work by 4:30 pm, allocated work to the managers and having said my goodbyes to them I was in the elevator with James behind me by 4:45 pm, I was in my car by 4:50 and the car was parked before the gate of Anu’s apartment by 5:15, waiting for the angelic Anu to walk out of that portico towards the car.

I, a billionaire business tycoon, was waiting for a girl, half my age, at her door! Surprising, but true. I who never had a minute of my time to spare over such trivial matters was wasting a full 15 minutes for a girl who I paid for her company and the use of her body. Was I going crazy or was I in love.

My thoughts trailed off when I saw Anu walking down the portico towards the car. She was wearing a Shalwar Kameez, a beautiful peacock blue in colour. It was the first time I saw her in the ethnic attire, with a beautiful bindi of the same shade as her dress on her forehead. She looked a pretty picture of a perfect girlfriend. My perfect girlfriend.

As she neared the car, James got off and opened the door for her. She had not seen me sitting in the car because of the tinted panes, however as she bent to get in, she saw me and jumped back.

“Oh aha!” she exclaimed. “Its you, I was not expecting you coming to pick me up,” she said getting in the car and settling next to me.

“I finished my work early, so I thought why not join James and pick you up,” I explained.

“Ah! I thought you would not be free before 7 pm, so I was contemplating on going for a little shopping with James before I reach your place,” she said as she put her hand on my thighs, caressing it, trailing it to the region between my legs.

“But,” she said moving her dainty little fingers over the bulge in my pant, “I presume I have to leave the shopping for some other day.” Saying so she stroked my cock through my pant.

“No!” I said, shoving her hand off, “we go shopping first, tell me where should James take us?” I asked her as James started the car.

“To your place.” She replied, as she crushed into me, pressing her taut tits into me, reaching with her lips for mine.

We kissed passionately for a few seconds; Her tongue darted into my mouth, snaking over my gums and dueling with my tongue as I gestured James to drive. James and I have a good tuning and understanding, to this day and time, there has hardly been a time when James may not have understood my spoken and unspoken words. Just a gesture, a nod or even a flip of the eye is enough to tell him of my needs.

We cuddled, kissed and felt each other for the next twenty minutes till James finally brought us to our destination. Once in the apartment, we did not waste time and went straight to the bedroom. No sooner had we shut the door of the bedroom behind my back, I pulled Anu to me, swirling her on her heels as she crushed into me. I held her tight with my one hand around her waist as I raised her face to me with the other seeking her luscious lips. I kissed on her lips and then suck them in my mouth as I disengaged my hand from her face to rest it on her buttocks. Through her clothes I massaged her lovely buns, pressing her further into me. I could feel my cock pressed tight against her tummy, as she darted her tongue in my mouth, dueling with mine.

One thing about Shalwar Kameez (Pajama like Indian dress) is that it does not give easy access to ones private parts and is cumbersome when you are trying to disrobe your partner. However, I could not wait any longer and I urgently required this lovesome girl, I wanted to possess her, I wanted to be in her, I wanted my cock in her soft pussy, I wanted to suck her enormous breasts that were now pressed tight to me.

With our lips still locked to each other, I rapped her firm buttocks with the flat of my palm to make her shiver and squeak. As a counter reaction she left one hand from around my neck to seek the bulge in my pant. She pressed the bulge with the flat of her palm and then held it through my trouser as she hissed and continued to suck my mouth. My hand left her buttocks to lift her kameez to get access at her shalwar. I fumbled for a while with the knot not able to find the right chord that needed to be pulled to undo the bowknot to release her shalwar. But help was at hand as Anu’s hand joined mine, she broke the kiss and handed me the end of the string.

“This is the one, dear,” she laughed slyly handing me the end of the chord that needed to be tugged to release her shalwar. I tugged on the chord and it gave way, I pulled it all the way to loosen the shalwar and it slipped off her to gather at her feet in a heap of raffled clothes. With my one hand still around her waist, she stepped out of the heap, with a little fumble, as the shalwar was caught in her stiletto. I pulled her back to me, but she pushed herself off me and slipped down to kneel at my feet. Then with her small hands and delicate fingers she worked on the belt buckle, the catch that held the trouser and then unzipped the zipper. The she looked up at me, in my eyes as her hands traveled ones more up my waist to pull down my underwear and with it she had my pants all the way to my feet.

“Now, that is fair,” she said looking up at me as she lightly caressed my hard cock that stood out of me like a pole. She looked at it with awe, as she traced the vein of the cock with her fingernails. She then caressed the cockhead with her fingers, and then wrapped her fingers around it, lightly stroking it around, as one would a doorknob. Satisfied with this she was about to get up and I pressed her applying a little pressure to her shoulders.

“You want me to take it in my mouth,” she asked staring at me with wide eyes. As a response, I just nodded back at her in affirmative.

“Tell me, do you like this better than fucking?” she baffled me with her question.

I did not know what to say, so, as a response I held her by her shoulder and brought her up to stand by me as I started to step out of the heap, which was my trouser and underwear a few moments before. She stood there bewildered.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked me, tears gathering up in her eyes. “I will take you in my mouth, you can even come in my mouth if you want,” she said at the verge of crying.

I pulled her to me and held her head up, and then looking deep in her eyes I told her, “Anu, I like everything about you, your mouth, your pussy, your tits, your ass. I would like to make love to every part of you…but, I think first we should be out of all these clothes, right?” And I kissed her on the lips as a reassurance that my action was not out of dejection; it was just an action for a better reaction.

As we broke the kiss again, we helped each to disrobe the rest of the clothes till we were absolutely naked. I just had my watch on my hand while she vouched to keep her stilettos on. I once again held her in my arms and kissed her as we hit the bed together, with her on top of me. She held my cock, caressing it while I played with her nipples, twitching and pinching them, making her squeak and hiss.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asked, her face telling me that she was still feeling the guilt of having asked me a question earlier, “I love your cock, I would like to suck it, can I do that now?” she reframed her question, making me smile back at her.

“You like to suck cock, fine, you can suck my cock, but…” I said, as I was trying to think of a task that would throw her off balance.

“But what?” she asked still stroking my cock.

“You will have to agree to give me your virginity,” I had finally got that bright idea.

“Virginity? How can I still give you that? You have already taken my virginity.” She responded.

“What I want of you is still virgin, are you ready to give me that, then I will let you suck my cock.” I quizzed her once again.

“Still virgin…?” she wondered aloud.

“Okay, Anu let me fuck you in your ass hole today,” I finally let off the goose.

“What?” she asked probably shocked at the unexpected demand.

“Yeah girl, let me fuck you in your anus,” I exaggerated on my demand.

She looked back at me with her eyes wide open in shock, in bewilderment. Her hand had stopped stroking my cock as it just held it loosely; her body suddenly seemed to have become heavy on mine as her mind delved into a deep thought, probably deciding whether she wanted to do this.

Moments later she suddenly looked away from me, pulled her hand of my cock, got off the bed without a word and rushed to the bathroom. Before I could even call her out or ask her if this demand troubled her, she had disappeared behind the ornamental partition that separated the room from bathroom and then I heard the bathroom door shut with a slam. A slam that meant that she was angry, raged, unhappy with the unexpected twist to my demand. I knew I had done it; here was a girl who was ready to be a whore as long as I wanted and freelance as a pimp getting me fresh young girls to wench my sexual appetite for young girls. What an ass I had been; demanding her, for a piece of her ass.

I got off the bed and gathered my clothes, sure now that this was the end of the day, end of the relationship. I sat back on the bed with my clothes in my lap thinking of how this girl in such a short span of time had become so close to me. I had lost the hardness of my cock, it lay now between my legs, limp and defeated. I wore my shirt and as I was buttoning it, I heard the bathroom door slam once again. Then I heard her stiletto, tik-toking its way behind the partition, I looked up in that direction and saw her naked form appear from behind the partition, as enticing and exciting as ever, her tits juggling on her lithesome body, the flare of her hips swaying as she walked towards me.

I looked up at her face to read her mood, there was nothing, it was blank, her beautiful round eyes were staring back at me. However, her walked seemed confident, business like, firm, as she walked the distance to the bed where I sat with my shirt on. Then she slowly lowered herself to kneel at the foot of the bed, while her hand went to my thighs caressing them. All the while she sported the blank look, staring deep in my eyes, reading me from within. She then moved her hand up my thigh to hold cup my limp cock in her soft velvety hands. She rolled my cock in her hand and it started to grow, she then wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the cock and pushed me back on the bed with the left as she bent over my cock and took it in her mouth.

Without exchange of a single word, she started sucking my cock back to its full hardness. Not wanting to loose on the double benefit of watching her while I felt her mouth on my cock, I propped my head up, supporting it on my hands. With the cock in her mouth, she looked up to stare back at me, reading my reaction to her oral manipulation of my love pole. She them took her mouth off the cock and masturbated me with long strokes, her silky hand wrapped in fist and her sleek saliva working a lubricant. Then she shifted her hand from the cock to my balls and played with the sack and she put her lips back to work on my cockhead. She then gave some more licks long and slurpy ones licking the length of my cock right from the base to the cockhead, the tip of her tongue paying extra homage to the rim of my cockhead. She then once again took my cock in the cavity of her mouth; as she took it deeper then before, bobbing her head over it, fucking her mouth with it.

My hands automatically went to her head, caressing her hair, lightly tugging on them to show my joyous feelings to her. I could feel my climax mounting as she continued to play with my balls, her fingers caressing them lightly. When I could not take it any longer, I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth of my cock.

“Stop! I am about to cum,” I told her, sitting up again.

“So, cum,” she said as she looking up at me and attempted to take back my cock in her mouth.

“You want me to cum in your mouth?” I asked her.

“You can, my dear!” she exclaimed once again staring at me, and added, “Or, you can cum in my pussy, or my ass,” she said, emphasizing on the words, ‘my ass’ as she looked deep in my eyes for an immediate decision.

“Oh dear, Anu, I am sorry about mentioning about ass,” I apologized trying to gather her in my arms, but she backed off.

“Sorry about what?” she asked, “You want to do it in my ass, don’t you?”

“Yeah…no, I mean…” I fumbled for words, not knowing what she exactly wanted to hear.

“You can fuck me in the ass,” she said, “I have got it cleaned and nice for you,” she added.

“I mean…” I fumbled once again, while she got up, gave me a little hug for assurance, crushing her breasts in my face and crawled up the bed next to where I was sitting, on her knees, keeping her feet and ass hanging out.

“Come dear, you can take my ass standing by the bed,” she said, encouraging me to get up and do it as she bent down to prop up her ass, her ass hole now exposed as her ass cheeks spread out in that position.

I removed my shirt again and threw it on the bed, got off the bed to face her ass, looked at it, spread her ass cheeks further for an easy access of her ass hole and saw that she was right about having cleaned in, for it was moist with droplets of water still present in that ass crack.

“Anu, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her, still unsure whether she was doing it just to hike up the money that I pay. “I will still pay you more, if you want dear,” I told her.

No sooner had I said this, she whirled around on her fours and, got off the bed to stand by me, her face contorted in anger, she stared at me and before I knew she had slapped me hard on my face.

“Fuck you!” she shouted, “I am leaving now!” she exclaimed and gathered her clothes that were scattered around the bed, rushed to the bathroom once again, slamming the door behind her back.

I was also aggravated by the slap, ‘a whore slapping me’. And, it took me quite sometime to gather my senses and realize that I had once again made an ass of myself. That is what rich brats like me do every time, weigh everything in gold, fail to understand emotions. But by the time I realized, or rather agreed with myself that it was my fault it was too late, she was out of the bathroom, completely dressed in the lovely peacock blue Shalwar Kameez. She walked out of the room, passing me by, but not before giving me a mean stare as she picked her ‘duppata’ (a long scarf) that lay on the floor by the bed. The slamming of the bedroom door as she walked out was the final bolt to our now, soured relationship.

So angry was she with me that she did not even take the available service of my car to reach her back home. The next few days of mine went in remorse of what happened that night. I could not pay attention to my business, for thoughts of Anu kept haunting me. When I could not take it any longer, I sent James with Flowers and a Sorry Card, but she did not respond. I did not have her contact number that I could call her and I did not have the guts to reach her, in her apartment, before her nanny, her friends or who ever she stayed with.

It was nearly a month later, when Valentine’s Day was approaching that a thought occurred to me to send her gifts and flowers. If nothing else had worked, maybe the blessing of this day may work on her. So it was to be, I went to the best designer and picked up an ethnic dress, a ‘Ghagra Choli’, a real sexy one made of sheer silk material, semi transparent with ample ethnic designed embroidery, hand crafted on the material. A pair of ‘mojris’ (ethnic Indian shoes) that would go with them, perfumes, some trendy jewellery and a small Valentine Card with a single line message, ‘Come back to me baby!”

James personally delivered the gifts and card, two days earlier to Valentines Day. However there was no immediate response from Anu, as James came without any message. James later mentioned that she quietly took the gifts, thanked him with her pretty smile and closed the door behind him. The next day went by and there still was no call from Anu. I had now given up on Anu ever calling me again. I felt that the young girl had given up on taming a brat like me, chickened out and disappeared…but I would not have been more wrong. For, she finally called me up just a day before Valentine.

“Hello!” I heard her sweet voice over the phone after almost a 40 odd days since that faithful day.

“Hi Anu, how are you,” I began.

“I am fine, how is you?” she asked me, her voice still soft and hesitant.

“Hey Anu, I wanted to apologize for my misbehavior the other day,” I apologized once again.

“Will you cut that? She shrieked, “You are embarrassing me now.”

“Oh fine,” I said.

“Thanks for the gifts. I liked it, but it was not necessary, you should not have done this,” she said.

“You liked it,” I said, “Well that was the reason why I sent them to you, you know what I had told you earlier, I love giving gifts.”

“Oh I remember that,” she said.

“So!” I said, looking on how to hug and kiss her over the phone, break the ice and ask her to meet me.

“So what?” she asked, and then in a very soft voice asked me, “You want to meet me?”

There it was, just what I wanted. “Yeah Anu, I was thinking if we could meet this weekend…”

“We will meet today,” she announced, “It is Valentine’s Day evening and I want to meet you, my lover.”

Under normal circumstances I would have hated to indulge myself keeping my multi billion-business empire at stake, but I wanted to patch up, I also desired her, I wanted to have her company, I needed her body and what pleasure it gave me and finally Anu’s sweet voice was convincing enough.

“You should know that this is a difficult thing for me, however I will do it just this once, just for you.” I told her.

“Thank you! She said.

“Yeah, but Anu,” I started, “It has to be late evening, not early evening as we regularly met on weekends, I can’t afford to neglect my business appointments.” I explained.

“Ummh!..Okay, that will be fine, you meet me in the evening at Cyclone, the Pub, at 7:00.” she said.

“No Anu!” I exclaimed, “It has to be later than that, I won’t be able to meet you before ten,” I said, knowing very well that this was an impossible task for Anu and expecting her to postpone it to the weekend.

“Ummh!” she went again, “Okay, then we meet at 10:30 at Cyclone. Fine?” She asked for my confirmation.

“I’ll be there, Anu,” I confirmed the date.

“Yeah one more thing, I would be having company,” she said, as though asking for permission. This suddenly took the hold of me, what did she mean by company, did she fetch a boyfriend for herself since I last met her. I had completely forgotten about her promise to fix up a date with Gautami, her friend. I only recalled that later when she had hung the phone.

Anu’s promise of her girl friend, Gautami, was indeed a pleasant fillip to my lustful imagination, and I carefully dressed on that evening. It was a double pleasure for me, for I was patching up with Anu and meeting her friend Gautami. I took special care to look attractive, though I knew that the attractive part of me lay in the pit of my pocket, money. Yeah, the girl was ready for the fun because of money that was what Anu had indirectly indicated to me, when she told me how some of the girls she knew would love to spend time with me. But after how Anu had reacted, I was now not sure if money was the only criteria for these girls to decide who they fuck.

I decided to hit the place earlier than the appointed time. People from the upper strata usually frequented Cyclone, which was located in a five star hotel of Bombay. People I knew often frequented the place and I wanted to steal the girl or girls away before popping into someone I knew. As I walked in, I saw the place was decorated for celebration of love; it was prepared for tomorrow, for 13th February, the Valentine’s Day.

Sure enough, I saw Anu make a quiet entry in the pub. I looked behind her shoulder to see who was accompanying her and was surprised to find that she was alone. She slowly made her way to where I was sitting nursing my drink. I ordered a Gimlet for her, even before she was next to me. She was wearing a black halter dress, which ended, at her knees. She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek, before she sat her lovely ass, the ass that had given me a tough time, on the bar stool next to me.

“Hi! Good evening!” she wished me.

“Hi!” I replied back. “I though you said you would have company?” I asked her.

“Oh Yeah, I am extremely sorry about that,” she apologized.

“Gautami had to go out with her parents or was she having fever,” I asked her.

“Now!” She eyed me curtly, “You won’t believe it but, she has got a date with a guy she likes and the brat is a rich guy who is contemplating of keeping her as his concubine.” She explained.

“Oh I see! By the way who is that lucky rich guy?” I asked her jokingly, presuming that she was bringing the Gautami story to an end with this.

I left the subject of Gautami alone not wanting to get into trouble with Anu over this matter now. So I started a chat on how she spent those four weekends without me.

“I missed you,” she said as tears welled up in her big eyes, she wiped them off with a table tissue from the bar and took swigs of her drinks to down the glass of gimlet. “But I am sure you may have had a jolly good time with some other girl, maybe a call girl, after all you like to pay for your sex.” She taunted.

“Anu, I too missed you,” I told her, “It may sound surprising to you, but I did not have sex during this past one month.”

“You take me for a bum,” she asked jokingly, “You are one person who can’t keep your cock to yourself,” she snorted.

I knew that no matter how much of the truth it was that I was speaking, I would never be believed. After all, I was the bum with a cock.

“Lets dance,” she said, when a dance number was played. I quietly joined her, forgetting the argument at the bar. We danced for two songs and then were back at the bar, she called for another drink for herself, her third one, and I knew that she probably was going to spend the night in my bed, fucking with me.

“Lets go home,” she said after she had downed her drink.

“Whe…” I began, but decided to stop at that and not ask her anything, least I brush her wrongly again. “Yeah, lets go home,” I repeated after her, though I was not yet sure whether she referred to my penthouse as home or her rented flat as home.

Once in the car, I gestured James to drive the car around for sometime, while she sat snaked in my arm, in her slightly abbreviated condition. Her tongue was slurry when she again started talking about her friend Gautami. Anu explained to me that Gautami was her cousin and friend, and looked very much like her. She told me that she was an orphan; her parents had left with nothing but a small single room kitchen house for her, which again was mortgaged by her father. She explained that Gautami was studying and working as a sales girl in a store to make her ends meet, however she had lost her job and the flat was taken away from her. Hence Gautami was staying with her, she then told me that Gautami needed money to release the only accommodation she had.

“That means, you have got for me a first timer,” I said rather taken aback by the facts that my statement was cruel. But, so was the fact, which was making me a tormentor, and her, a pimp.

“No! Don’t think that way please. She needs the money, but she has promised to …” she said as she trailed off.

“Come on Anu, I understand, she needs money and so she will spend some time with me,” I said, and added, “that is also fine with me, after all I don’t expect a young girl like you or your friends to fall in love with me.”

“You are a brat, you know, but a very rich brat…” she said disgusted. “You were that day when you told me what you told me, and you are today, as you are telling me what you are telling me.”

“Anu, she needs money, I have got it and I’ll give her, please, I don’t want to have her,” I told Anu.

“No! You are getting it all wrong,” she told me as she put a hand on my thighs to convince me. “You will never understand us, will you?” she asked me, looking in my eyes, trying to find the answer.

I did not saying anything…I pulled her further to myself and massaged the nape of her neck with one hand while I shot the other one caressing her naked thighs. I slowly pushed my hand up her skirt to reach her pussy, within the safety of her panty.

“Ummh!” she exclaimed, “When will we reach home? I can’t wait to have you,” she said as she caressed my cock through my pants. With this from her I was now sure what she meant by ‘home.’ My penthouse.

I got James attention to me through the rear view mirror and motioned him to take us to my penthouse. Within minutes we were there, for James a better judge then me to gauge such situation was already driving us that way.

The moment we reached ‘home,’ I groped for her, taking her in my arms with force and them kissing her on the lips, driving my tongue in her sweet little mouth. She was as much a tigress as she grabbed my cock through my pants and started to stroke it. As I kissed her I had my hand down the neck of her halter, her firm breasts between my kneading fingers.

“I want you Anu, you have driven me crazy since the last few days,” I heaved.

“Oh yes! Me too, I also want you so badly, but…” she said.

“But what?” I asked her.

“I have got a gift for you,” she said, as she slipped of my arms, gathering the shoulders of her halter, which had slipped off as she rushed towards the bar on her stilettos. I left the fight, and followed her to the bar as she fumbled with the liquor bottles.

“Please, can you make me a drink,” she requested me, and added, “I would have made one, but frankly speaking I don’t know much about drinks.” She confessed.

“No, I am not making any, for you have had enough for tonight.” I told her with a firm voice to drive it right into her, as I snatched the bottle from her.

“Okay… fine, I won’t have a drink, you can have one if you want to be prepared for what’s coming up,” she said slyly. But she did not wait for me to prepare the drink, as she took my hand in hers, just as good friends do and dragged me to the special bedroom, not the usual one, but the one where I had taken her when I had first brought Anu here.

“Happy Valentine!” she wished me as she opened the door wide and dragged me in, pulling me to her as she kissed me on the lips.

The room was dimly lit, and illuminated with scented candles, decorated with flowers. The giant sized bed was laden with flower petals and by the bed stood someone… A female form in ethnic dress…a ‘ghagra choli’… the dress that I had presented to Anu, a couple of days back.

“My friend Gautami,” whispered Anu in my ears as she broke the kiss.

“I…Ah…” I was speechless, looking at that female form as the light behind her passed through her sheer ghagra (long ankle length pleated skirt) exposing the shape of her fine long legs all the way from the ankles to her hips. The ghagra was bond a little too low in a very sexy way, hanging at her widening hips, exposing her belly button and the flare of her hips, ballooning down towards her feet. The chuni (long ethnic scarf worn with this dress) was pinned on her hair and flowed down to cover her shoulder, however it was carefully worn is sensuously display the deep neck of the choli (an ethnic tight blouse worn with this dress) which justified the expanse of her inviting breasts as it exposed her vast bosom. The form stood there silently looking down at the floor, shying away my piercing eyes.

Anu dragged me all the way to Gautami, “She is my friend Gautami, the one you wanted to meet since that last few months,” Anu said introducing me to the young girl.

Gautami looked up from the floor to stare at me, looking deep into my eyes, almost reading my discomfort, for she immediately smiled slyly trying to break the ice. Gautami was much younger than Anu, though later I was told that she was indeed older than Anu. She was a truly beautiful girl with same large eyes and golden brown hair as Anu’s. In fact her mouth and lips were also similar to that of Anu. She was almost a replica of Anu except that she had a more pointed chin and was a shade darker than Anu.

I then remembered that Anu had a key to the house and had probably prepared this surprise for me. Anu had probably dressed her in the outfit I had presented to her. Anu had dolled her up in the dress like a bride, complete with jewelry and ethnic make-up including of elaborate henna design to her hands all the way to her forearm as is customary for brides, I looked down to notice that henna was also applied to her feet.

“She is my Valentine gift for you,” Anu announced, “A bride for a man who has promised himself never to marry.”

“I…I…Why this?” I was speechless again.

“You will never marry, but you sure can have a virgin bride,” she said, thus revealing to me about Gautami being a virgin. “So take care of your virgin bride, while you enjoy her charms, dear.”

“What do I say Anu, I was not prepared for this at all,” I told her feeling very surprised and at the same time stupid, being put in the corner by this shameless girl. I was feeling embarrassed with the way we were being introduced and the elaborate preparation, at the same time I was lusting to have this beautiful girl, naked, writhing under me.

“Enjoy your gift,” saying so she started to go. I noticed tears in her eyes as she walked towards the door.

“Wait,” I ordered, “You are crying…?” I asked her. “Anu, I … this is not done…” I fumbled for words.

I walked to Anu who was standing at the door, took her hand in mine and suddenly I felt my other hand in the warm clutch of Gautami’s palm.

“I can’t do this Anu,” I told her, though my heart knew better, I badly wanted the other fresher girl, especially so since I was told that she was an untouched girl, a virgin, but I was not ready to pay the emotional damage it may cost me. For the first time I realized that I cared for somebody beyond me, was I falling in love with Anu. I slipped my hand of Gautami’s clasped palm and held it to Anu’s shoulder.

“No Anu, the whole thing has been a joke now, I cannot do this, I…” I did not have the right words to express my mixed up feelings at that moment. “I need to talk Anu, I need to talk with you, alone…” saing so I dragged her out of the room, leaving Gautami standing there.

“I said she is my gift, it is absolutely your privilege to keep it or discard it, use it of throw away after use, you don’t have to pay her. Further don’t feel bad about it, its our girly thing, she has agreed to spend a night with you not just as a favor to me but because she liked what I told about you.” Anu told me sipping her drink. We talked it over sitting at the bar, I had finally prepared a drink for her while I had one for myself.

“Anu, are you sure what you are talking,” I tried to delve into her thoughts that had now confused me.

Then finally Anu came out with the facts. “I am leaving town to go back home and marry the guy I was engaged to before I came here for studies,” she said, giving me a jolt. “Gautami had been staying with me, since her house was taken over by the bank and she would probably not have a place to stay since I would be giving up the place I had rented. When I told Gautami about this place of yours, she was excited and wanted me to ask you if you would allow her to stay here, but I never got to ask you… I was afraid…”

“That I may feel that you were piling in on me… right?” I asked her.

“Yeah…something to that order,” she confessed.

“So now Gautami want’s to sleep in bed with me so I would allow her to take your place once you have left,” I asked the smart girl.

“Huum!” She said, looking in my eyes pleadingly for the final answer and decision.

“So you are leaving me forever, Anu,” I said, “And you want me to let Gautami take your place, in this house and share the bed with me, and you feel that this will be okay with me?” I asked her.

She was now filling embarrassed and pained having exposed the sinister side of their plan. I was myself confused for this was raw need for security for which the girls wanted to hang on to me.

“Tell me Anu, you really did not need the money, you did it with me because you liked me, if I am wrong correct me…” I offered her to interrupt me at will, and continued, “You probably gave all a lot of that money to Gautami, and the rest you put back in this house, you acted like my concubine for the past one year, but you did all this because you liked what we did together…right?” I once again asked he and she nodded, her eyes filled with tears, “Would you really like Gautami taking your place in my bed, would you not feel jealous,” I asked her finally.

“No!” she blurted, “I would not feel jealous, for yes I love you and I want to see you happy,” she said, further explaining to me, “With me gone, you will be back with those cheap girls, who would suck you for money, but would never give you love, concern and pleasure. Which I am sure Gautami will give you, hence…” she trailed off.

I got off the bar stool and closed in on her, I put my hand around her waist as she sat on the high stool and I raised her face to mine and kissed her on the lips. “Maybe you are right, with you here, I never cared for another woman, for I knew I could have you when I wanted. With you gone, maybe I may hit back the streets, hunting for woman the same way I hunted you, and never really get someone as close to you,” I said, reconfirming her fears. “If you say Gautami is the right girl who could take care of my needs, then so be it Anu, I respect your judgment and take her as my concubine. I promise you I will take good care of her and…” before I could complete what I had to say, a hand from behind held on my shoulder. I looked back and saw Gautami.

“Are you lovers gonna spend the night chatting or are you gonna show me some action,” she said, making me and Anu laugh as tears of mixed emotion welled our eyes.

“Okay girl, lets see whether you are as good as Anu claims you to be,” I said, pulling her in my arm, my hand resting on her buttocks, caressing it as I looked challenging in her soft dreamy eyes. I gave a rap to that inviting buttocks and I grabbed her head in the palm of my and kissed her on the lips. She writhed in my arms as I forced my tongue into her mouth, to get the first taste of that lovely mouth that was supposed to be mine from that moment onwards. I sucked on her lips and darted my tongue inside her mouth, exciting her. My hand left her hand and I flew it around in the air behind me, where Anu was sitting on the bar stool and judging my need, Anu put her small hand in mine.

“That’s a lovely gift Anu, in fact it taste marvelous,” I said as I broke the kiss and turned to face Anu who had now got off the stool, as she stood with her hand in mine. Gautami giggled over my remark about the taste of her mouth.

“But Anu,” I said, “I have not given you a gift for Valentines’, tell me what do you want?” I asked her.

“I just want to see you happy, that would be the best gift,” she replied, eyeing us both with an ear-to-ear grin. “So do I get my gift,” she asked me as she winked at Gautami who sure seemed to share some secret, for she started to giggle again.

“Oh sure you have got it, I am happy,” I said as a matter of fact.

“I said I want to see you happy,” she said again and once more Gautami started to giggle.

“What have you girls got on your dirty minds?” I asked Anu, now sure that there was more to that statement than what met my ears.

“Well,” said Anu, “I want to be there when you have her,” she said looking in my eyes challengingly, “That’s what I meant when I said ‘I want to see you happy,'” she finally disclosed her pervert desire to see us having sex. Once again Gautami giggled and I knew that she was probably game for it. I was surprised as to how a young girl who was a virgin and was going to have sex for the first time was ready to such an open and bold act.

“No way, I am not in favour of such a thing Anu,” I protested. “I would not like spectators, I am not running a ‘loosing of a cherry’ show here girls, I laughed it off.

“Fine with me, I don’t want anything from you,” said Anu, showing her dejection by once again climbing the tall bar stool and occupying herself with her half finished drink.

I took Gautami in my arms again and kissed as I saw Anu looking at us from the corner of her eyes. Anu had watched us with curious eyes, and seeing that we were to leave her alone made no remark. We entered the bedroom, which was my pleasure room. It was a place that was not meant for sleeping but for seeking pleasure. The walls and ceiling was done with mirrors and what else remained was covered with erotic arts that I had gathered over the years. The only single wardrobe in the room contained, lather pants, boots, leather undergarments, whips, canes, ropes, for times when I would have such partners. It also contained some sexy nightwear and skimpiest of undergarments for softer lovers. The bedside table were forever equipped with instruments of pleasure like vibrators of all kinds and sizes, video and audio cassettes of sexual acts and sounds, a number of varieties of condoms and of course the lubricants that were needed for occasions like these, today.

Gautami closed the door behind her and she evidently knew what was transpiring in my mind for she allowed me to gently draw her down on the bed, and once in my arms, I pressed hot kisses on her lovely lips and allowed my hand to run riot all over her girlish perfection. I found, however that she was quite matter-of-fact in regard to terms, for drawing gently back from me, she arranged her dress.

She looked about and said in a low voice, “I understand, that Anu and you have been quite close together – in fact you have known one another quite intimately (she stressed on the last word) – and when Anu told me that you wished to meet me and have a ‘party’ with me, you must understand that I am still a virgin and that you will need to take care as not to hurt me.”

“Oh yes,” I interrupted, “I told Anu exactly that, and you may be sure that I meant exactly what I said, and now that I have seen you I have no reason indeed to regret my bargain and assure you that I will do exactly as she outlined to you.” And I made as if to gather the beautiful girl to me and smother her with my caresses. I pressed her close to me and abandoned myself to the delightful pleasure of the contact of her fresh, youthful form.

She lay in my arms, allowing me to do my will, and pressing the front of her dress I moulded and caressed her firm young breasts, through the choli, and I knew that she was not wearing a bra. I moved my hand to her thighs, raising her ghagra up to caress and reveled in the feel of her bare thighs. My excitement by this time was straining at its bond, and tearing open the fly of my pants I allowed it to spring forth to be in an instant encompassed by her tiny hand and she submitted it to a delightful and tingling compression that made me feel as if I would shoot right over in her palm and over her bare wrist and forearm.

“Oh, you are lovely,” I murmured, and dividing her thighs, to let my hand slip under tha ghaghra towards her womanhood. I then realized that Anu had prepared her for my pleasure with great care, for she was wearing a crotch-less panty giving my probing fingers a welcoming and warm reception of her silken pubes and moist pussy lips. I was almost mad with lust and desire. I sucked her mouth into mine, and passing my arm about her neck drew her to me in a stifling embrace and sought as if to ravish her on the very spot.

“Oh yeah…” she exclaimed in pleasure she was receiving from the administration of my fingers on her young virgin pussy.

“Do you like that Gautami,” I asked her teasingly, and she replied in affirmative with a moan.

“Are you wet enough to take me, baby,” I asked her, placing her hand once again on my cock, to let her judge if she could take that size in her right away. I then noticed that the ever concerned, Anu, had left the gel from the den on the side table.

I pulled my hand from her pussy, disengaged my cock from her trembling hands and got off the bed. She opened her eyes to see what had gone wrong. I smiled back at her as I unbuckled my pants, unzipped them and let them fall, next I did away with my underwear, my shirt and my socks till I was completely naked. I picked up the gel from the side table, then I made my way to back where she lay.

I walked back naked to the side of the bed where she lay with her legs hanging of the bed, wide open, her ghaghra raised to her waist exposing her red panty with the open crotch exposing her lovely pubes and her moist pussy lips, her chunni gathered behind her. Her breasts heaved in anticipation of the pleasure she was to feel in the coming moments, discomforted by the tight choli that held them in its confinement. I sat by her side, and put my hand back to her pussy, feeling her wet desire to be taken I had the desire to taste that virgin pussy before it would be virgin no more.

“Can I lick you,” I asked the writhing girl.

“What ever you want, please…” she managed to say with a mixed feeling of desire and shame as she lay there.

I went on my keen by the edge of the bed, such that my face was in line with that lovely virgin pussy. Then spreading the thin silky pubes aside, I put my tongue to the target of her desire and licked her moist pussy.

“Oooh yeaah!” she moaned, as I started to slash her pussy with a wanting need to eat it to my hearts content. Her pungent taste on my mouth made me go wild, wanting more of it in my mouth.

Being unaccustomed to receiving such pleasure, the girl came within second by this administration of my tongue screaming and writhing as she grabbed and tugged at my hair.

I got up to stand looking over her inviting body in that disheveled condition as she lay with her eyes closed in the aftermath of her first orgasm. I got on the bed and kneeled between her spread legs, then bending over her I reached her choli and undid the clasp to release those magnificently pear shaped firm breasts. They were slightly smaller than those of Anu, but sufficient enough to compete, if there ever was a competition for lovely breasts.

She opened her eyes to see my naked form bending over her and then she saw my hard cock and her eyes opened wide in fear at the size of the instrument that I was going to use to pleasure her further. She was about to say something, so I hurriedly bent over her body and put my lips to hers in a kiss. Then breaking away from the kiss I told her, “Don’t worry Gautami, you will take it all the way in,” I assured her.

I put my hand once more to her seat of desire and found it moist and sleeky. I made up my mind and abandoned the idea of using the gel, for I was sure that the young thing under me was wet and wanting enough with her natural juices to need the artificial lubrication of the gel.

I put my mouth to her breasts and sucked on her nipples to further excite her and make her release her natural juices. She moaned and writhed as she grabbed my head pressed tight to her breasts. Then forcing myself out of her clasp, I positioned myself between her legs, then I raised her legs and slipped a pillow under her ass to raise her seat of desire in line with my love pole. Then I repositioned myself to rest my cock between her spread pussy lips.

“Please…please be gentle,” she managed to murmur as I slowly pressed my cockhead between her pussy lips towards her cunt. I slowly thrust my hips to send in the cockhead past her pussy lips, into her cunt. I felt a tight, vice like grip clasp my cockhead as she moaned in pleasure releasing more of her love juice that would only help me and her further.

“Is that fine baby,” I asked her, with concern. Not getting any reply, I further thrust my cock in her sleek pussy and she moaned with pleasure. With still no reply, I further thrust into her, realizing that I had almost three inches of my cock in her when she screamed and I found that it would not go in further.

“No! Please…It is paining,” she complained.

“Gautami,” I called her out, “Are you listening baby, you can take it all the way, just hold your breath and we will be done with this, just hold your breath,” I instructed her as I felt my cockhead being obstructed by her hymen.

“Baby, set yourself ready,” I called her out to prepare for the giant leap she would take from being a virgin girl to a woman, my woman of pleasure. I too knew that this next thrust that would pain her for a few second or maybe minutes would bring this writhing girl from being a girl to a woman of pleasure as she would become my concubine, my keep for the rest of her life and I was concerned that she should enjoy this act for now and forever, for that was what I had promised Anu, the only woman I ever loved.

I rested and positioned myself; I slipped my hands under her to hold her shoulders in a vice like grip. Then, for the love of Anu, I gathered the strength and gave a forced thrust to lodge the rest of my cock into the young girls cunt all the way.

“Ooooooh Maaaaa,” she cried out loud as my cock tore through her hymen and went all the way inside her cunt till my balls banged against the crack of her ass. She pressed her lips tight; her eyes though pressed closed could not manage to contain the tear that slipped from the side to trail down to her ear, her face was contorted in pain as I lay my body still over her, giving her the time to get used to the size of the intruding member that entered for the first time in the crevice of her body that was made to take it.

I remained still over her body for almost three to four minutes, as I experienced the tightness of her cunt walls around my cock, and then Gautami opened her eyes. I was looking at her, our eyes met and a feeling of love and trust transpired between us as we both smiled at each other. She then tried to raise her head to kiss me and I helped her by bringing my lips to hers. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, her kiss spoke in silent words, telling me that she was devoting all her love to me and her body for my pleasure, forever.

Our passionate kiss lasted a lifetime and we did not realize it when, but our bodies started to move in the sensuous carnal dance of love. I started to jab her body with small but strong thrust, each thrust making her moan, wriggle and thrust back. As our pleasure neared it climax, the thrust became faster, stronger and more mean as we both cried and howled till we came together. I released, cuming in spurts deep in her body, her body that was now mine forever. I kissed her again, on her lips and then disengaged from her, slipping my still hard cock out of her cunt.

“Wow! That was a good show,” I heard Anu’s voice behind me, coming from a dark corner of the room.

I whirled around to see Anu, walking out of the shadow, with two glasses of wine in her hand. She was still clad in the sexy halter that clung to her body like a second skin.

“What the hell!” I exclaimed.

“I told you, I would not go home before I got my gift,” she said, handing me a glass of red wine and then walked and waited over Gautami to get up and take the other. She looked down at Gautami and exclaimed, “Oh dear! You should have at least removed the rest of the clothes, now look you have messed it up.”

I looked down to what Anu was directing to and saw that Gautami lay still in the same position, with her legs spread wide, her panty and the ghaghra underneath were stained with our mixed cum and blood, blood from her loosing her cherry.

I slumped down with anger at being spied on in the act of taking Gautami’s cherry. The wine glass still in my hand. Anu helped Gautami to sit up. She then handed the glass of wine to the girl and told her to take small sips.

“This is wine Gautami, take small sips, its warm and will surely help you.” Said Anu. Then she sat next to me on the bed and caressed my thighs, “I came in when you were tasting her juices,” she revealed. “Gautami wanted me to be there, she had left the door open for me. And please, don’t feel bad about me having seen this, remember I love you and I always will.” She said getting up once again to attend to Gautami.

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself. When I walked out of the bathroom, Anu had helped Gautami out of the rest of her clothes; she then sent her packing to the bathroom to cleanup. While she folded her dress and lay them on the erotic rocking chair that I had bought from Thailand. I went to the bed and sat on it with my back to the post.

Anu looked at me and smiled, and then she took of her sexy halter dress by just slipping the shoulders off and letting it gather at her waist. She was not wearing a bra and her firm breasts stood out with pride. She then walked to me, picking up the jar of gel from the side table. She climbed on the bed and knelt before me, then without a word she bent down and took my limp cock in her warm mouth and started to suck on it. Within second I grew in her mouth, to another hard on. She took out the cock from her mouth and started to lick it, paying extra care at the mushroom like cockhead. She then opened the jar of gel and taking a generous portion on her fingers splashed it on my cock and started to rub it covering all the way from the cockhead to the base.

“Come dear, take your baby’s ass,” she told me.

“Oh no Anu, I told you,” I began and she cut me off.

“Just shut up, will you. Come now and put that lovely cock of your in my ass, I want to experience your cock in my ass before I leave and am gone forever.” She indirectly reminded me again that this was probably the last night that she was ever with me, after today, she would be gone, she would be somebody else’s wife very soon.

She was on her fours in front of me, then bending down to settle her face to the mattress, she propped her ass up in the air. I too wanted to experience the feel of my cock up her ass and so I silently picked the jar of gel and taking a lavish portion from it, spread it on her anus. Then I massaged her sphincters, to loosen them enough to take my cock. When I felt she was ready, I positioned myself behind her and then pressed the cockhead at the door of her ass. Then with my thumb, I pressed in the cockhead inside her past the sphincters to have them lodged in the tight orifice of her anus.

“Fuck!” she screamed in pain or excitement I know not, for at that very moment walked in Gautami back from the bathroom, in all her beautiful naked form, to see me pushing my cock in the ass of her best friend and my lover. She looked at us astonished, more with the position; from where she stood, she could not have seen that I was entering her friends ass. She grinned and giggled and declared, “It is my show now Anu.”

Anu did not reply, she was concentrating on the cock that was entering her tight anal cavity. Gautami swayed her way to the bed and got on it to come by my side, to see my cock entering her friend’s body.

“Oh my! Anu, he is fucking your back door,” she shouted out in excitement when she realized that I was actually lodged in her ass.

“I know that,” said Anu, “I wanted him there, and believe me Gautami, you too are going to like it, try it someday with him.”

I gave a small jab to further lodge an inch of me in her ass. I could feel her anal muscle envelope my cock like a finger in a glove. With each small thrust I let a pit more of my cock in her till all of it was inside her and my balls banged on her pussy.

“Fuck me baby, fuck your baby’s ass,” she groaned.

When Anu felt that all of me was now in her, she started to buck her ass, banging it on my cock. Taking this as a cue, I dug my fingers in the flare of her ass and holding her ass in a vice like grip, I started my in and out motion, fucking her to give her pleasure as well as derive my own pleasure from that tight hole.

I reached with my hand under her to play with her pussy. Gautami realizing that this was a difficult task, knelt by me kissing me on the lips, while she put her one hand to my nipples to excite me, she had her other hand to Anu’s pussy playing with her clit and bringing her to a climax. I started to bang my cock in the tight channel of her ass till finally I could not take this pleasure any longer and sprayed my cum deep in her anus. Anu came seconds later, howling like a wolf over Gautami’s hands, dripping it wet with her cum.

All the three of us then bathed together, while Gautami, put a slinky nightwear that Anu had gifted her, Anu herself dressed up in her halter, applied make-up and prepared to leave.

“Gautami, take care of my friend, and always remember that you are a Valentine Gift, a gift that is supposed to bring love and pleasure, never bring pain and rue to the one you are gifted,” she said with tears in her eyes as she kissed her. Then she turned to me and started to cry, pressing her head in my chest. I let her cry, I let her give went to her feelings. Finally when she had sobered up, she kissed me, then looked me in my eyes and said, “I have given you a gift on this Valentines Day, promise me that you will never loose it. Take care of this gift with your life if needed, for it is from me, the one who loves you.” We walked her to the apartment door; she kissed us both for the last time and then rushed to the elevator. I instructed James to drive her back to her place

Anu got married four weeks from that day, she had invited Gautami and me to her marriage and we both flew to her home town to attend the wedding, but as strangers. Anu was married to an NRI (Non-Resident Indian) a handsome diamond merchant from Spain, the guy was finely built and was just a couple of years elder to her, he was the perfect match for her. Together they looked like a pair made in heaven. Anu left for Spain after the marriage.

Gautami as my gifted concubine learned the finer ways of pleasuring me over a period of time. She would often talk with Anu over the phone to learn a few tricks from her and surprise me. Honest and modest as she was, she would later tell me that she had asked Anu and learned that I liked it. I only made my weekend visit to my pleasure house and Gautami and just like Anu she was efficient in all ways to look after my needs, both emotional and sexual.

Gautami had brought her mere belongings to the penthouse and it was here that I chanced upon one of her sketches and was amazed to find that she was a natural artist. . I encouraged her and helped her hone her skills, I sponsored her to be personally trained under a celebrated artist and within months I saw the result in Gautami. She started to paint in her spare time, which she had plenty off; from Monday to Friday, as the other two days of the week she would be in my company, making wild love. Over a period of time she had painted enough to hold an exhibition and I encouraged her to do just that. She held an exhibition of all her erotic paintings. I used the service of a popular PR agency who created a controversy of the exhibition, making her a ‘Goddess Of Erotica’ raising the price tag on her painting. The paintings sold for a price that poor Gautami had never realized that she was capable of earning. She had now enough money in her bank account to buy four such penthouses.

Though she was now financially settled, she did not leave my penthouse or me. She continued to be my gifted concubine. She said she loved me and she loved giving me pleasure, she also revealed that our relationship was the inspiration for her paintings. She continued doing more paintings and earning huge sums by holding exhibits of her paintings. On the other hand sad news came in that Anu’s parents had died, one following the other in a short span of two months. Her elder brother and his bitchy wife had taken in their custody the complete property and everything else the parents owned while Anu was in Spain, leaving nothing for Anu.

My business was flourishing and weekends with Gautami were at its best, Gods grace was on me for surprise of surprise awaited me, two years later, on a dull Friday evening when I walked into my penthouse, Gautami as usual received me with a drink and then she walked me to the special bedroom (we rarely used that one), she opened it wide.

“Happy Valentines Day!” she shouted.

The room was dimly lit with scented candles and decorated with flowers. The bed was laden with flower petal and there stood a female form, in ethnic dress…it was the ghaghra choli I had presented to Anu.

Gautami hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Your Valentine Gift, my dear.”

I looked at the figure as it slowly moved towards us from the shadow, and I was surprised indeed. It was Anu, my love. Anu had divorced her husband and had returned back to live with us. That night onwards, I had not one but two concubines for my pleasure. Now for my weekends I had not one, but two Valentine Gifts. Two lovers who loved me from the core of their hearts, two consorts who would look after my needs, two woman who would give me the best pleasure and two Valentines who would make come true my wildest fantasy.

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