Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 05:48:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: sunraywonder@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Suddenly At Home

The  story  is not meant for those who are underage and  those
who  are  easily  offended  by bisexual  experiences.   Others
please read on.

Everyone remembers his or her first experience.  I too  was  a
boy  who took lots of pride in being macho and manly and  only
interested in fucking girls.  Hence, I resisted when the first
time  I  was  conned  into having a cock  in  both  my  holes.
Looking  back, I now realise what a blessing it was.   I  have
the better of both worlds and I enjoy being what I am.

I  would  love to hear your comments about the story.  Indeed,
one  idea of writing experiences is to connect to like  minded
people  and  get their feedback.  So please don't hesitate  to
write.  This is my seventh story and I am literally in seventh
heaven because of this!


                       SUDDENLY AT HOME


The story is of those days when I was a college student.  My
second year graduation exams were over and we had nearly three
months of holidays.  The BPO boom had not yet started in India
and there were no call centres to obtain a summer job.  With
our age and qualification, companies were keen to employ us as
door to door salesmen.  My friend had got a job with a vacuum
cleaner company who had made a good name and business for
themselves by door to door selling.  I was quite bored with
the idea of demonstrating and selling vacuum cleaners to
equally bored housewives.  I looked for something exciting.
And then one day in the newspapers I read about walk-in
interviews for salesmen selling lingerie.  A new multinational
company was venturing into India with their product range
named `Shy Fantasy'.  Indian women, at that time, were reputed
to be hot privately but shy in public; and hence the name.  A
few magazines had already started doing surveys about how the
Indian women had started becoming more assertive and demanding
especially in bed.  The lingerie company wanted to cash on the
emerging market.  They reckoned that the women on their own
would never visit the stores and ask for their bold and
beautiful products, whereas in the privacy of their homes they
could be expected to be more adventurous.

"Why male salesmen?" I asked the smartly dressed lady in the
company's office who was interviewing me.

She said that many Indian women did not keep themselves trim
and athletic (the current boom on gyms hadn't yet started) and
if the company employed smart and slender girls, their
potential customers would feel jealous and threatened and may
not buy the products at all.  On the other hand plump
salesgirls would be bad for the image of the company.  They
had therefore decided to employ young and energetic young men
with a flare for convincing people.

I was selected and went through three days of course regarding
`Shy Fantasy' range of products, pricing, sizes, colours and
company's standard approach.  After this, from Monday onwards
I was on prowl.  The company had conducted a massive
advertisement campaign in the movies, TV and the magazines.
All of these were really hot ads for those days' standards.
Indeed, the glossy ad in one of the magazines was so hot that
many a time in my hostel I had masturbated over the lingerie
clad, near naked model.  Everyone knew about Shy Fantasy and
the college slang for that was `Shy Fi', in line with Hi Fi
which was in vogue those days for music systems.  Very often
when boys would see a well dressed and comely looking girl
passing by they would whisper, meaningfully exchanging
glances, that she was sure to be a Shy Fi girl!  Girls
themselves were aware of it and took this appellation good
spiritedly.

All this made my task simpler and the very first day I was
able to do adequate business in five hours of door to door
salesmanship.  I was surprised, though, at the kind of daring
lingerie bought by even seemingly timid women.  It appeared to
me that the company had done their homework well and Indian
females were really coming into their own.

I was to start at about 11 O'clock in the forenoon since the
company had advised me that at that time the ladies would be
freer after sending their husbands to office and after
cleaning up the house.

The next day, Tuesday, turned out to be a bad day for me.  In
the first two houses, the ladies were not at all interested in
buying anything though they made me show them a whole range of
lingerie.  None of my sales pitch helped to make them change
their minds.  In the next two houses it was my bad luck to
come across two very chirpy and plump females.  Even though
they were fat and ugly they fancied themselves as sexy and
wasted a lot of my time in explaining to me as to how sensuous
they would look wearing this or that.  I could only think of
drums wrapped in satin.  Mercifully, they at least bought a
few pieces and hence I had money in my pockets.

When I approached the fifth house in great trepidation it was
nearly lunch time.  My mind had already conjured up a fat and
ugly bitch who would waste my time without buying anything.
With bags full of lingerie across both my shoulders and arms,
I rang the door bell.  I was transfixed when the door was
opened.  The woman who opened was so pretty that she could
very well have been one of the models for Shy Fi.  Whereas all
my other customers were dressed in saris, here was a female
very becomingly dressed in jeans and a top.

"Yes?" she asked me.

"I am from Shy Fi, ma'm" I told her, "I am sorry for the
inopportune time but we have such a pretty range that I
couldn't wait to show you."

"Well, come on in", she told me, "I am Kamini and..."

"...and I am your slave" I nearly blurted out but regained my
senses and said, "I am
 Kiran."

The drawing room was very tastefully done.  She appeared to be
totally alone at home and she confirmed it by saying, "I just
made a Gin and tonic for myself, if you wish you can have a
drink."

Oh, how I would have wanted to share a drink with this angelic
lady!  However, I remembered the injunction of the company
instructor Liz who had cautioned us against precisely this
kind of misadventure.  Hence I declined.  Kamini lowered
herself on the lounge seat, sipped her drink and asked me
seductively, "So, lets see what do you have to make me a Shy
Fi girl."

I got into my sales pitch straightway and told her that
boldness was the order of the day with the modern Indian
woman.  I rummaged through my bag and took out a black chiffon
night dress which I thought would do justice to her enchanting
figure.  I held it out for her and she gave an audible sigh at
the sensuousness of the dress.  I laid it out for her at the
drawing room carpet since Liz had clearly mentioned to us that
Indian ladies would never like it if negligee was to be shown
by holding against their bodies.

Kamini took another sip from her drink and looked at me with
those large, black and innocent eyes, "You think I would look
good in this?"

I would have wanted to tell her that she would look best
without any dress at all!  However, I brought adequate respect
in my voice and replied, "Ma'am, to tell you honestly you
would look good in anything.  However, this piece appears to
be just made for you."

"Don't call me ma'am", she cooed, "Makes me feel like a
...(she just left it without saying `slut').  Just call me
Kamini please."

"Okay, Kamini", I resumed, "I can actually see your husband's
reaction when he sees you in this tonight."

All the other ladies had left it at that but Kamini was made
of different stuff.  She insisted, "And what do you think my
husband's reaction would be?"  There was only innocence on her
face and she wasn't putting me on, I concluded.

Once again I wanted to tell this bombshell of a dame that her
husband was likely to tear the dress from her divine body and
fuck her until she fell down on her knees asking him to spare
her life!  However, aloud I said, "You know Kamini, men can
hardly control themselves when they see something like
this..."

Suddenly she got up from her seat, took the dress from my
hands and asked, "Can I try it out?"

The company's policy was clear on this: trials would be in
private and the sales person was never to accompany the
customer.  I told her, "Kamini you can go inside, try it out
and decide for yourself in front of a mirror."

She went inside and I knew she would come back after trying it
out in her original dress, carrying the negligee in her hand.
Whilst she was taking her first steps in becoming a shy fi
girl, I too fantasized about how she would look in the dress,
which was as good as being naked, since it was almost entirely
see through.  Lucky for me she had given enough indication
that her husband wasn't at home.

I was rearranging things in my bag with my back to the door
when I heard it opening.  Without turning around and knowing
that she would be carrying the dress in her hand, I asked her,
"So what do you think?"

And I heard her say, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

My heart missed a beat.  In fact, several beats.  I turned
around and saw her standing there in the negligee.  Her tits
were showing through the chiffon because she wasn't wearing a
bra.  The tits were firm, rounded and medium sized.  I looked
down.  The panties were so teenie-weenie that she was nearly
naked there too.  Her thighs were gorgeous and the legs
superb.

I just stood there like a statue and thought of how Liz would
have advised us about the situation.  Actually, Liz had
skipped this part of it on the grounds that there wasn't even
a small possibility with the Indian women, being the reserve
and aloof lot that they were perceived to be.

"Well?" she asked, "Do you think it suits me?"

"Kamini", I told her, picking up my wits, "It suits you so
much that it appears to be made for you."

She looked down towards my crotch and asked, "You said it
would have quite an impression on my husband but I notice that
it fails to get any reaction from you.  How can I trust you?"

I too looked down towards my crotch.  My hero was straining to
rise but from her angle and distance she probably couldn't see
it.  Now I was totally on thin ice.  Any response would get me
into trouble.  I looked up and saw those beautiful, jet black,
large and innocent eyes and decided that this girl, of all the
girls I had ever come across, deserved an honest reply.
"Kamini", I told her in trembling voice, "Actually, it has
made quite an impression on me but I am glad you can't see
it."

She looked at me deep and long and then whispered, "Show me so
that I can believe you before I buy the dress.  I don't want
to spend good money until I am assured of an effect on my
husband."

Oh, God, I thought, how can I get out of this situation?  Why
couldn't Liz, the know-all that she appeared to me, guide me
on this suddenly unexpected situation?  I hesitated and she
read it in my eyes and said, "Of course don't show me if you
were only lying about the effect."

I was close to lowering my pants but thought what would happen
if her husband just walked in for lunch.  How ludicrous it
would be with her being near naked and my pants around my
ankles?  I looked into her innocent eyes and decided that if
her husband was anywhere close to coming home she wouldn't
have asked me to show my proud hero.

She lowered herself in her lounge chair and waited for me to
show her.  I had no choice.  I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned
the front of my jeans and lowered my fly zipper.  My hands
were trembling so much that I had tough time in even lowering
the zipper.   I lowered my jeans and let them fall to my
ankles.  My shirt tail was now covering my jockey and I told
her whilst raising my shirt tail, "As you can see from the
bulge in my jockey my hero is standing and saluting you.  If
you are satisfied now can I put back my jeans?"

This time her look was more mischievous than innocent and
timid.  She said, "I can't make out anything.  You are
standing at a distance and....." She left it at that.

It was difficult to walk with my jeans around my ankles but I
edged closer to her and soon I was just next to her on the
couch.  Her aroma was now powerful and her tits were even more
enticing.  She put her hand on my jockey at the bulge and felt
my cock through the fabric and said, "If this is what you call
reaction I better not buy this expensive dress."

I was now outraged.  I lowered my jockey and let her come face
to face with my eight inch erect cock, only a few inches away
from her face.  "Have you seen anything like this before?" I
asked her angrily. She was visibly impressed, her eyes
betrayed that but she continued with the teasing, "Well, it is
alright, but does it only stand erect or can it do anything?"

There is only so much that a man can resist.  I had gone past
the stage of caution now.  To hell with Liz I thought.  I
grabbed Kamini up and held her near naked body in my arms and
kissed her on her lips.  There was no time to take off her top
by yanking it neck upwards.  So I tore it off her body.  By
Indian standards Shy Fi products were frightfully expensive
but I had gone past caring about the expenses of fucking this
sexy girl.  Her skin was flawless and her tits were shaped to
perfection.  I cupped them in my sweaty hands whilst she
unbuttoned my shirt.  Knowing what I did with the negligee
top, she carefully stepped out of the panties and got back
into my arms naked.  My shirt having been thrown to the carpet
I too was naked except for my shoes and socks and my jeans and
jockey lying around my ankle.

I got her back into my arms and resumed kissing her with
ferocity.  I kissed both her nipples and then traced my tongue
all the way down to her waist.  I lowered myself to my knees
in front of her and tongued her clit through her thatch of
black pubic hair.

It is at this time that a heard a movement in the door leading
to the interior of the house and there stood a man in his
jeans and T-shirt.  I died of shame and fright.  If this man
had come from the interior of the house, this meant that
Kanchan had deceived me into believing that she was alone!  He
did not look like a servant and had the air about him of being
the master of the house.  What he shouted next confirmed this,
"What the hell is going on here?"

I got up and realised what a picture Kamini and I must have
presented.  My cock was hanging out with my jeans and jockey
around my ankles and Kamini totally naked in front of me.

Words won't form in my mouth, I was so scared.  "I...I...I
am....." I started blurting out but the man cut me short, "How
dare you screw my wife in my own house?  It's a bloody police
case.  Let me call them."

He advanced towards the telephone in the corner but Kamini,
who had made no attempt to put on her clothes stopped him,
"Darling, don't do that.  This is probably his first time.  He
hasn't done anything yet.  Let him go."

"Let him go?" fumed her husband, "Let him go?  He is ready to
screw my wife and I should let him go?"

Kamini said insistently, "Darling, he would do anything for
you if you let him go.  Won't you Kiran?"

I wasn't sure, now that the full force of the situation had
hit me in the face like a wet towel.  However, there was no
escape.  I said, "Please Sir, let me go I would do anything
for you?"

"Will you take my cock in your mouth and ass?" he asked me
angrily.

I was furious.  It was now dawning on me that it was all a put
up act by both husband and wife.  I wanted to strangle Kamini
with my bare hands as she stood there naked and coy.  I wasn't
that type at all and had a lot of manly spirit in me.  It was
utterly abhorrent to me to suck another man's cock or to
permit it anywhere close to my asshole.  Hence, with all my
energy at my disposal I shouted back, "That's disgusting.  I
shall never do it."

"Ah", said the man with finality and addressed his wife, "I
should have known.  There is no choice but to call the police.
Let them decide what to do with him."  With this he advanced
towards the phone.

By this time I had hoisted my jockey and jeans up though they
were still awkwardly around my waist.  The situation was
really hopeless.  The police would show me no mercy and I
would not only lose the job but be a laughing stock with my
friends, especially girls.  Kamini read the hesitation on my
face and said, "Do it please Kiran.  I know you ain't that
type but Sagar can be very nasty."

I still hesitated but she said, "Don't worry I shall be there
all throughout and make it easier for you."

I was in a trance.  As Sagar's hand reached out for the phone
I heard myself say through tears in my eyes, "Okay, I would do
it."

Saagr came back to where we were standing and started
undressing.  Kamini still made no move to cover herself and
now that the danger of police was temporarily over I became
aware of her musk again.  She took her husband in her arms and
started undressing him.  He was a little older than her but
large and strong.  When his arms and chest were exposed I saw
that his chest was hairy and his arms were strong.  Kamini
took out his shoes and socks and then took out his jeans.  Now
he was in his jockey and I waited for her to take it out too.
She did nothing of that sort but motioned for me to come
nearer and said, "I think Kiran, you take over now."

Never in my life had I done anything as shameful and unmanly
as this.  This was a big price to pay for having this lovely
girl - Delilah really - in my arms for a few minutes.  And if
that wasn't enough Sagar told me, "Before you do that get rid
of your pants faggot."

It was humiliating to be addressed as a faggot but I had no
choice but to control my feelings and tears.  I removed my
shoes and socks and took out my jeans and jockey and just
stood there.  Vishal shouted at me, "Come on cocksucker.  Get
to your job."

I was going to protest being called a faggot or a cocksucker
but Kamini said, "Kiran, be a darling and do this for Sagar, I
shall make up for it afterwards."

The impact of what she said was clear to me and I am sure it
was to Sagar but he did not say anything.  Now I was totally
convinced that husband and wife had conned me into this
situation.  I wanted to quickly get it over with and get the
hell out of there.  I got on my knees in front of Sagar and
lowered his jockey.  What greeted me shook the daylights out
of me.  Sagar's cock was as long as mine but it was very
thick.  Sucking it won't be a problem but it would rip my
asshole to take such a thick rod into me.

Anyway, I still played with delaying tactics so that he would
change his mind and probably call the whole thing off.  But he
barked again, "Are you going to sit there the whole afternoon
or are you going to suck me or not?  Get going you bum before
I call the police."

Kamini whispered, "Come on Kiran.  It won't be as bad as you
think.  I have sucked his cock many times and it tastes
great."

I opened my mouth and reluctantly let his cock slide in.  With
its thickness I had to open my mouth really wide to insert it
inside.  Just a while back I was showing my manliness to the
most divine girl and now I was in this unmanly position with a
man's cock in my mouth.  More tears rolled down my cheeks as
he inserted more of his cock inside my mouth.  After
sufficient of his length had gone in, I just sat there without
moving.  Sagar yelled again, "Get on with the sucking faggot;
I don't have the whole day."

I started moving my mouth up and down his shaft.  I realised
that if I would lubricate it with my spittle it would move in
and out smoother rather than cause me the pain of coarseness.
So I covered it with a generous helping of spittle through my
tongue.  I closed my eyes and allowed my anger to subside a
little.  I realised that after the initial abhorrence it
wasn't as bad as I had imagined it to be.  I was familiar with
the musk of my own crotch but his was overwhelming.  His flesh
too was sweet smelling and I thanked myself silently that even
my disgust at having a man's cock in my mouth was veering
away.  Yes, it had not become a pleasant job for me but my
punishment wasn't turning out to be as severe as I had made a
picture of it in my mind.  On the downward stroke my nose was
buried in his abundant hairy growth and it tickled my nose,
lips and chin.  I slurped at his cock a little and he said,
"You appear to be getting the hang of it now, cocksucker.  You
appear to be a quick learner.  Now if only you would do it a
little faster"

I saw through the corner of my eyes that Kamini had lowered
herself again on the couch and was fingering her pussy whilst
watching me suck her husband's cock.  I started moving on
Sagar's cock faster and moved my tongue over the underside of
his cock and also over his large balls.  Soon he held me by my
hair and actively started fucking me in my mouth.  He was
moaning now and I liked the sound of his moaning since I had
got fed up with his yelling at me.  So in order that he won't
yell at me again and would continue moaning, I
enthusiastically started doing everything that would increase
his moaning.  I realised that if whilst sucking his massive
cock I also fondled his balls the moaning increased.  It was
very hard for me to take my first steps towards becoming a
cocksucker but now I was totally involved with the task at
hand.  Sagar was appreciative of this spirit when he said,
"Its lovely Kiran, with a little practice you may just become
the best cocksucker in the world."

Who doesn't like to be the best, even if it is only a
cocksucker?  This urged me on to move even faster on his cock
and suddenly he said, "Oh, Kiran, you are really good.  Hold
on here I cum.  But don't stop until I am totally through."

He burst in my mouth.  Gallons of hot lava got into my mouth
but I kept sucking him as I was told.  However, in the end it
was choking me and I had to release his cock.  Vishal took his
cock and took it straight to Kamini who greeted it
enthusiastically in her own mouth and sucked him dry.  Lots of
Sagar's cum had fallen on my cheeks and lips whilst some had
gone down my throat.  I realised that even his cum didn't
taste bad at all.

Kamini came over to me and licked with her tongue all of
Sagar's cum that was on my cheeks, lips and chin.

Having sucked Sagar's cock I realised that that was only one
half of the deal.  I still had to take his cock in my asshole.
I knew it would pain like mad because of its girth.  Now that
I had made Sagar cum, I could see his softer self.  He looked
at me not angrily but with compassion in his eyes.  "Tell me
honestly, Kiran", he asked, "Did you like it?"

I had never told a lie in my life and hence I said, "I didn't
exactly like it; but, I didn't detest it either."

sagar said, "Don't worry; gradually you would start liking it.
Won't he honey?"

Kamini had, meanwhile gone down and taken my own cock in her
mouth.  She couldn't speak with her mouth full but gave a
thumbs up sign to him in agreement.

I turned to Sagar, "Why don't you fuck me now and let me go?"

And he said, "Not so soon, Kiran, it would take me some time
to recuperate.  If you wish you can fuck Kamini till then.
Let her also enjoy."

Exactly the words I wanted to hear.  I pulled her up and
kissed her on her lips, eyes, ears, chin, neck and came down
to her heavenly tits.  I lowered her on the carpet and then
took first one nipple and then another in my mouth.  I tongued
my way down to her cunt and kissed her clit before opening up
her labia and inserting my tongue inside.  Her whole body had
become hot by then and she whispered, "Fuck me now Kiran and
make me a shy fi girl."

I got between her legs and pointed my cock at her thatch.  She
took it in her right hand and guided it to her hole.  She must
have cum when I was sucking her husband's cock because she was
wet and greased up.  It was a smooth insertion and soon my
balls were hitting her crotch.

I also saw that the sight of having another man fuck his wife,
had made Sagar hard again and he was stroking his cock with
the rhythm of my fucking Kamini.  She was throwing herself up
to meet each one of my strokes and her nails were digging into
my back.  Suddenly we took the fucking to a fever pitch and
she was screaming wildly, "Oh, Sagar, this young boy is
good...very good...you were right when you saw him from the
balcony that he would be good both ways."

The mystery was now totally solved but at this time I was a
willing participant in their plan.  I started shooting loads
and loads of my cum in her warm cunt even though we kept
fucking with the same tempo.  Soon I collapsed over her and
closed my eyes to make an imprint of the experience on my
mind.  Kamini was really gorgeous and any man would be happy
to fuck her.

Soon I felt strong hands on my buttocks and I almost jumped
with the touch.  Sagar said, "Okay now, tiger, are you ready
to become a pussy cat again and take my cock in your asshole?"

I tried one last time, "Can't we skip it, sagar, I know it
would pain."

Sagar said tenderly, "I can't lie to you.  It would pain
initially.  But I have a feeling eventually you would like
it."

"Okay", I said resignedly, "If you insist."

"Lets go inside", said Kamini, "We would be more comfortable
there."

She had used the pronoun "we" and I was thinking what would be
her role in this, as we went inside.  As we lay in the bed it
soon became clear to me.  Kamini took out a gel tube and took
a generous quantity in her left palm and with her right hand
fingers she applied it to my hole. I was never more excited in
my life.  I had already learnt that sucking a cock wasn't so
bad after all and now when she inserted her gelled finger in
my hole I was learning that even that did not feel bad either.
She told me to lie on my tummy and asked me to open out my ass
cheeks.  I did as I was told and felt her apply more and more
of gel on and around my hole.  She inserted her finger again
and as it lubricated my innards, she started sliding it in and
out like a cock.  Soon she inserted two and then even three
fingers in my hole.  My asshole walls had stretched out quite
a lot from their original state.  Sagar was stroking his cock
and she applied liberal amount of cum over his shaft too.
Then she pulled me down on the bed and made place for herself
under my head so that I could suck on to her lovely pussy.
Sagar now climbed between my legs and asked me to open up my
ass cheeks more.  He inserted his manly finger inside my hole
and rotated it around to check if I was lubricated enough.
After that he raised my bum by inserting a pillow underneath
and put the tip of his cock at my hole.  Now that I had gotten
over the revulsion of being a man's bitch I had quickly made
peace with my new role as a bottom.  I might as well enjoy it,
I told myself and told Sagar that I was ready.  He was gentle
and nice.  Initially he gave a slight push and buried only the
tip in my hole.  It pained but since he didn't push more my
muscles had the time to relax and make room for it.  He pushed
some more and a little more entered.  This time it pained but
I sucked on Kamini's clit to make up for it.  My ass was on
fire.  He inserted a little more and then slowly I found that
he had it in me totally.  If Kamini had become a shy fi girl,
I suddenly realised I had become a shy fi man!  Initially, I
had detested becoming a cocksucker and a bottom but now I had
been totally initiated into a new world!  I wanted to scream
with joy but Kamini's pussy was in my mouth and I couldn't
scream.

After what appeared like ages Sagar started pumping in and out
of my hole.  I closed my eyes again as I suddenly realised
that that was an experience of a lifetime.  I instinctively
knew that I would remember it for the rest of my life - that
Tuesday afternoon when I was ushered into the world of being a
bottom, a fairy, a pansy.  These were hateful words at that
time but nowadays I wistfully remember my initiation into
becoming what I am.

A fair amount of sweat was trapped between my ass cheeks and
Sagar's crotch and now that his humping was becoming more
vigorous the trapped sweat was making slurping noises,
especially when his massive balls hit against my buttocks.  My
own cock was rubbing against the bed and even though I had
just finished cumming in Kamini's exquisite hole, I realised
that I was excited enough to cum again.  Kamini too was
excited and had started throwing her cunt more firmly in my
face.  Suddenly, Sagar's pumping became feverishly fast and my
innards became hot with pain.  It was at that time when I
thought he would rip through me that I felt him bursting in
me.  My asshole must have excited him enormously because he
came like mad.  I too wet the bed with my own cum and we heard
Kamini in her excitement, "Sagar, Kiran, I am cummimg, oh God,
it feels so good.....Sagar this boy is wonderful, better than
all other boys you have brought home."

It must be utterly degrading and unmanly for a man to have
another man's cum dripping down from his asshole but her words
made up for everything.  I was better than all the others!  My
first attempt and already I was a better fuck than others!

As I got up from the bed, I realised that Sagar's cum was
oozing out of my hole and running down the inside of my
thighs.  I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and
cleaned up the mess.

I dressed.  Sagar and Kamini not only bought the torn dress
(saying it wasn't my fault) but bought a number of others.
They insisted on my staying for lunch and after what we had
gone through I did not decline.  They asked me to visit them
again and I became so fond of being fucked in my hole that
within the next one month I visited them a dozen times.  Of
course, fucking Kamini was always an added attraction, a
bonus.  Now that it was clear that we were meeting frequently
because of our sexual needs, they did not have to buy anything
from me.  But they insisted on buying more and more of shy fi
products from me.  Several times I fucked Kamini in some sexy
lingerie and twice Sagar fucked me when I too wore shy fi
dresses.

At the end of the month, company's boss Martha called me to
her office and said, "Kiran, we are very happy with your work
and the volume of your sale orders.  We have chosen you our
salesman of the month.  Tell me what is the secret of your
success?"

I didn't have to think much when I replied, "It is simple
ma'am.  I make my customers totally at home.  I am
hardworking.  Indeed, I have got used to working my ass off.
I think everyone just loves that"