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I am taking Parinda out tonight to the ‘Da Vinci Club.’At our meeting last week, she let slip that she fantasized about being taken by a team, cricket obviously, given Guptas’ passion. She had just volunteered me to do the same for Gupta’s sponsored team, which he is bringing to England next year, as a reward for their efforts. I swiftly turned the tables. Briefly leaving them to chat with Alex and ring Michael at the club. Gupta was keen, and Parinda reluctantly agreed after I assured her that she could back out at any time once at the club.Knowing her wardrobe was unsuitable. I gave her Mandy’s address and contact details. Mandy sells erotic lingerie and clothing, including a copy of the flasher mac I first wore to this club. I used her extensively, ringing her the following day to expect Parinda and suggesting what I wanted for her and where it was for. She fully understood the requirements, being a member of the club herself.Arriving early to help her with make-up and changing her hairstyle, I have her ready and dressed just before Gupta leaves; he is going to an embassy function tonight. Parinda has a headache, of course, and can’t make it.Parinda walks into the lounge, her flasher mac cinched tightly around her waist, naked legs from mid-thigh down to her baby pink stiletto shoes.“Parinda, your legs!” Gupta gasps. “And your hair! And make-up. I barely recognize you.”Her hair is long and flowing over her shoulders, not in its regular bun, and her make-up is brighter and more noticeable—especially her baby pink lipstick.She uncinches the belt and shrugs the mac off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Standing before her dumbfounded husband in a baby pink, quarter cup tight fitting Basque, her nipples peeking over the top. Her matching thong, with frilly edging, barely covers her sex. She turns slowly round, letting him take her all in.Her confidence surprised me; she had been nervous just a few moments ago.“My Rati,” Gupta exclaims.“My Kama,” replies Parinda. “You approve of your wife.”“I do. Are you sure you want to do this?”“I must; it is my journey to see if the reality is like the fantasy.”Gupta kisses her tenderly, then looks at me. “Look after her,” he commands.“Rati Eskişehir Escort and Kama, who are they?” I ask Parinda when Gupta has left.“Kama is the Hindu God of love, and Rati is the Goddess of sexual desire.””So you will be Rati for the evening,” I tell her.“Yes, so be it.”It’s a little early for us to leave, I did suggest going down to the bar, but that was firmly refused. Parinda said it would be bad enough walking through the foyer and to the taxi; she had never displayed so much naked flesh before. She doesn’t realize how much she will show when she starts walking in that coat, and she doesn’t know we are walking down to the taxi rank, about two hundred meters, either.Aren’t I full of surprises for her?It’s nine o’clock as we walk through the foyer, people glance at us, but no one stares. I link my arm through Rati’s and guide her along the street to the taxis.“You didn’t order one? She gasps.“I thought the cool night air would do us good,” I giggle.Stepping into the first taxi, Rati leads and sits immediately, leaving me to slide across her. Stretching past her gives the driver a good view of my crotch as my legs part; he doesn’t bat an eyelid.Rati is desperately trying to hide, to minimal effect. The coat has ridden nicely up her legs and has draped open as she sits there; every movement makes it worse, or is that better?I’m sure the driver can see her crotch if nothing more.“Where to, ladies?”“Da Vinci Club on Welbourne road,” I tell him.“Be about forty-five minutes, with traffic at the moment,” he informs us, “Make yourself comfy.”I see him smirking to himself; he knows of the club, then.Rati made a mistake sitting down immediately; she was in direct eye-line for the driver’s rearview mirror, which he had subtly adjusted. Every move she makes to get more comfortable exposes more of her. She pulls the bottom of the coat together, and the top opens, and vice-versa; she eventually gives up but never relaxes. Sitting behind the driver, I am out of view, so I sit more leisurely, tucked into the corner with my legs open. Flashing my knickers at Rati.Paying the driver upon arriving at the club, he offers us a free ride back, giving me Eskişehir Escort Bayan his number to call.“Well, at least he was kind enough to offer us a ride back; we deserve that after everything he saw,” Rati huffs.“It won’t be exactly free; he will expect to fuck at least one of us, if not both.” I grin up at her.Her face is a picture.On entering the club, she notices the erotic drawings on the walls.“I know of these from India,” she says.“Good evening, Sharon and friend,” Michael greets us.“Hi, Michael, this is Rati, the lady with the desires!”He looks her up and down. “She seems to have the equipment to fulfill them, too,” he nods appreciatively.“I’ll show her around first and settle into the lounge shortly,” I inform him.We go to the cloakroom first and remove our coats. Rati looks nervous.“Remember, no means no, and if you do anything, the safe word is ‘Heaven’ tonight,” I tell her, pointing at a sign on the wall. “Say that word, and people will stop whatever they’re doing to you.”She nods, and we walk out of the cloakroom and into the lounge/bar area. Here she sees that everybody, well the women, are all dressed like we are. The men are casually attired for the most part. Visibly relaxing, she looks around at more of the erotic artwork.“People are quite inventive, aren’t they?” She keeps gazing at some impossible congregation of bodies on the wall.I show her all the rooms, and we stop and look in them. The BDSM chamber piques her interest, and she studies the equipment displayed with apparent interest.“Been there, done that,” I smirk at her. “I might show you the video one day.”Her eyes widened in disbelief.Sitting at the bar, sipping our drinks, tonic water for me. Rati is on vodka and tonic. I warn her to be careful.As I asked Michael has set up the stage in the lounge tonight, I saw him approaching and nodded to him. He nods back in acknowledgment.“Ladies and gentlemen, we have something a little different tonight. We will fulfill someone’s hidden desire; Sharon, please bring Rati over.” Michael announced.Rati is dumbstruck as I lead her onto the stage.“This is Rati, Rati, I have learned is the Hindu Goddess of desire. I certainly Escort Eskişehir desire her, and I can see all of you appraising her favorably. Her desire tonight is to have eleven men, a team of cricketers I believe is the true need, to satisfy her sexually. Do we have eleven cricketers in tonight?” he asks.“Is that a hand you’re raising over there?” He points at someone.“There’s a fair number of rugby players in tonight. Will they do?” the chap jokes.“Even better,” I shout out, “that’s fifteen to a team, isn’t it?”“The stage is set; use whatever you see, the bed, pommel bar, barrel, or the floor. No dildos, only real cock tonight,” Michael confirms. “Please make your way up here; no more than three on the stage at once.”Rati looks rattled and scared, like a rabbit in headlights. To help her, I whisper.“If you can’t reach eleven, use the safeword, and I will take your place to keep the men happy.”She looks at me with gratitude.Michael and I move to the back of the stage to sit and watch.The first three guys approach, swiftly removing her thong and top, exposing her statuesque body. Then parade her to the eager onlookers.Moving to the bed, she sits on one edge; her torso is flat, her legs lifted straight up and spread apart, one man holding each leg. The third man, still clothed, sits astride her chest, reaching her pubic area, and gently parts her lips. Exposing her baby-pink insides to everyone. It’s a beautiful sight. The contrast between her light brown skin and the rich pinkness is alluring.Lowering his head, he licks gently around her pinkness. Teasing and probing, nibbling and licking. Arousing her and himself. Sidling off her and the bed, he removes his trousers and shorts, showing the extent of his arousal! Now positioning himself at her entrance, he gently nudges his rampant cock past her opening. Sliding into her gently and smoothly. He will have the best of her, slippery but tight, with only her juices lubricating the way. He can afford to take things easy. Later, the men will have to work harder to get any feeling as she gets wetter with cum and her own juices flowing copiously.He takes his time. Sliding in and out in a constant rhythm. Rati is responding, writhing, and bucking gently in time with him. She is relaxing and letting the moment take her. Take her; it does as she lets out a low moan of pleasure, her back arching skyward as an orgasm ripples her body. His thrusting quickens as he, too, is cumming, filling her pinkness with his warm white seed.

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