I am taking Parinda to the 'Da Vinci Club' tonight. She and Gupta, her husband, were among my first clients and have been regular visitors ever since, to the extent that they are more like friends than clients.

Parinda suggested last week, during our 'consultation', that Gupta offer me to his cricket team as a reward if they perform well, as he is bringing them to England next year.

Then she sighed.

"Oh, if only it could be me. I would love to be fucked by all those virile young men." Blushing violently, her jaw dropped open as she realized she had said that out loud.

"I'm sure I could arrange a team for you," I piped up on seeing the gleam in Gupta's eye. "Probably for next week, before you go home and lose interest. I'm sure it will only take a quick phone call," I continued.

A feral grin spread across Gupta's face just as Parinda's jaw dropped even further, and for once, Parinda was speechless.

Gupta told me to make the call, and I left them talking animatedly.

I returned thirty minutes later with everything provisionally arranged, needing only to confirm the arrangements. I explained to them both what was involved and where we would be going.

Gupta told me to confirm, apologizing that he could not attend because he had an embassy function to attend. Poor Parinda will have a headache and, unfortunately, be unable to accompany him!

Parinda did not look that keen, but nodded her assent. Gupta had asserted himself over her.

I arrived at the hotel early on Friday morning to take Parinda to Mandy's, my favorite boutique for sexy and exciting things, and then to the hairdresser and beautician opposite for a makeover. It's late afternoon before we make our way back to the hotel, stopping at a bistro for some food on the way.

Gupta is sitting in the hotel lounge when we walk in; however, we ignore him and go straight upstairs to their suite. Once there, I usher Parinda into the bedroom and lock the door. Gupta is sure to follow us, and I do not want him to see Parinda before she is ready.

Parinda walks from the bedroom and into the lounge, legs naked from her pink stiletto shoes up to her baby pink micro thong and matching basque, her nipples peep over its cups, her thong barely covers her sex. She turns slowly round, letting Gupta take her all in.

"Parinda, your legs!" Gupta gasps. "And your hair! And the makeup. I barely recognize you."
Her hair is long and flowing over her shoulders, not in its regular bun, and her makeup is brighter and more noticeable—especially her baby pink lipstick.

Her confidence surprised me; just a few moments ago, as I helped her get ready, she had been nervous.

"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. "You look ravishing, too," he adds.

"Rati and Kama, who are they?" I asked Parinda after Gupta left for his embassy function.

"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.

She nods in acceptance.

It's too early for us to leave just yet. I suggested going to the bar, but Parinda firmly refused. She said walking through the foyer and to the taxi would be bad enough, even with her coat on. The coat in question is very similar to the one I first wore on my first trip to the 'Da Vinci Club', tailored and lightweight, but with a button-front. However, the lowest button is on a level with her pubic mound; the slightest gust of wind will expose more than Parinda realizes, and it is a cold, breezy January night.

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 as she struggles to keep her coat from blowing open in the breeze.

"I thought the cool night air would do us good," I giggle. I'm not wearing much, either—a similar coat to hers and revealing lingerie beneath. The evening air is definitely cool!

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," he enquires.

"Da Vinci Club on Welbourne Road," I tell him.

"With the current traffic, it will take about forty-five minutes. Make yourself comfy," the cabbie confirms.

I see him smirking; he knows of the club, then.

Rati made a mistake sitting down immediately; she was in the direct line of sight of the driver's rear-view 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.

Upon arriving at the club, I paid the driver, who offered us a free ride back and gave me 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 said.

"It won't be exactly free; he will expect to have sex with 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 fulfil 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,'" I tell her, pointing at a sign on the wall. "Say that word, and people will stop what 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, the women anyway, is dressed like we are; the men are more 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 the impossible congregation of bodies on the wall.

I show her all the rooms, and we stop to look in each one. The BDSM chamber piques her interest, and she studies the equipment displayed with apparent interest.

"I've been there, done that," I smirk at her. "I might show you the video one day."

Her eyes widen in disbelief.

We sat at the bar, sipping our drinks. I was drinking tonic water, and Rati was drinking vodka and tonic. She needs the courage boost!

Michael had set up a small stage in the lounge for the night. I saw him approaching and nodded. He nods back and walks onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have something a little different tonight. We have someone who wants to live out their hidden desire; Sharon, please bring Rati over," Michael announced.

Rati is dumbstruck as I lead her onto the stage.

"This is Rati, Rati, who I have learned is the Hindu Goddess of desire. I certainly 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?" Michael teases.

"Is that your hand you're raising over there?" He points at someone, and we all chortle at his innuendo.

"The stage is ready; use whatever you see, the bed, the bar, the barrel, or the floor. No dildos, and no toys, 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 nervously and nods.

Michael and I move to the back of the stage to sit and watch.

The first three guys approach, swiftly removing Ratis' thong and top, exposing her statuesque body, and displaying her to the eager onlookers.

They move Parinda to the bed, sit her on the edge, push her flat onto her back, and lift her legs straight up and spread apart, one man holding each leg. The third man, who is naked, sits astride her chest, reaches down to 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. Shame she has lost her clothing, which also matched her inner self.

Lowering his head, he licks gently around her pinkness, teasing and probing, nibbling and licking and arousing her and himself. Sidling off her and the bed, parading the extent of his arousal, he positions himself at her entrance and 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 as her own copious juices start flowing.

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, and it does as she lets out a low moan of pleasure, her back arching skyward as an orgasm ripples through her body. His thrusting quickens as he, too, cums, filling her pinkness with his warm white seed.

Taking leave of her body, he swaps places with one of the leg holders, who quickly drops his trousers, exposing his ready cock. This new cock enters her swiftly, taking her breath away and making her gasp. Being so close to the action seems to have excited him somewhat! Thumping into her, moving her along the bed, he has to wrap his arms around her thighs to keep her in place until, with a mighty grunt and shove, he fills her with more cum.

Before the third guy takes his place, he stands to one side for a while, letting the watching crowd see the cum draining from her. Rivulets of white liquid ran down her brown skin.

Taking a more measured approach to enjoying Rati, this guy takes his organ entirely out of her before running it back in and using the entire length of his tool, getting his money's worth, savoring the experience, and building both of them to a climax. Rati moans and humps her body to match his movements as they both cum together; nicely done.

The next three men move her to the ballet bar. Leaning Parinda sideways along it, one of the guys lifted her right leg to rest on his shoulder. Opening her like a pair of scissors, showing her gaping pussy to the expectant audience.

Edging forward, he thrusts his cock into her slippery hole, forcing some cum to run down her leg. Another guy kneels at her breasts and sucks and nips at them; the third is behind her, running his hands over her, all while the cock pounds at her ravishing sex.
Rati is unsteady, standing on one foot, as the pounding rocks her. She does not seem to be enjoying this position, and she looks relieved when the cock fills her with its seed and flops from her sodden hole; the cum deposited inside her runs freely down her leg.

The next guy bends her over the pommel, taking her from behind. No finesse or care, simply hard, fast strokes. He cums quickly, giving her no chance to enjoy it.

Taking her from behind again, the last of the trio splits her wide, his thick cock stretching her painfully. I see the look of surprise and pain flow over her face. Unsurprisingly, that look soon turns to pleasure as the stretching sensations turn to pleasure. He is taking his time, too, with smooth, easy strokes. Running his cock along her soft, tender walls, bringing her to a climax, along with himself.

Copious amounts of cum drain from her gaping hole when he withdraws; a thick cock means big balls, too, it seems.

That's six, five more to go.

Back on the bed, the seventh guy takes her in the missionary position with undisguised lust and fury. Pounding into her like a piece of meat, causing the excess cum to froth into a white frothy mess between her legs. He used Rati for his pleasure and filled her, eventually, with his warm seed.

Number eight flips Rati over and places her on her knees, slapping her bum cheeks before running his hand between her legs. Gathering up the cum leaking out of her and then wiping it over her back before thrusting his not-insubstantial cock into her from behind.
His balls slapped noisily against her flesh. Adding to my excitement, if not Rati's! He rode her like he was at a rodeo, one hand waving in the air, the other gripping her hip. I'm surprised he's not shouting, yee-haa!

Number nine, meanwhile, is kneeling in front of her head and waiting patiently for his mate to calm down and stop rocking Rati about so much. Getting his chance as the rodeo man calms down to a more leisurely pace, he slips his cock into Rati's mouth. Forcing it down her throat, past her gag reflex, and causing a look of panic on Rati's face.
I know she can't take it like this and is indeed choking. Not that the men are concerned, and the man in her mouth scrunches her long hair in one hand and, like his mate, raises his hand in the air as they both take her violently. Continuing to abuse her until they both cum, almost simultaneously. Filling Rati with their warm juices.

Leaving her holes abruptly, both men walk off stage, waving to the cheering crowd. Only Michael and I have concerns about Rati's condition. She is currently collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. Eventually, she raises her head, looks to Michael, and mouths the safeword. They've broken her; she would have gone further without these last two.

"That's it, folks. Not quite a team. Not yet, anyway. Sharon promised to fill in for Rati if she could not fulfil her desires. So I make that two for Sharon to complete the team," Michael announces. "Although Sharon likes rugby, and that's fifteen to a team. So, six more guys, please."

Three guys approach. "On the barrel," I demand.

I love getting stretched over the barrel; the curve thrusts my pussy forward. Any cock entering has to rub over my most sensitive and pleasurable area, guaranteeing an orgasm every time. Six cocks to go. Easy, I think, as they tie me to the barrel; they nearly forgot to remove my knickers!

Yes, one after the other, orgasm after orgasm, as one cock replaces another.

I shout out to them, "Fuck me, fill my hole, you lazy bastards," over and over. "Keep me cumming; fill my cunt with cock and cum."

All the while, my body is quivering in one continuous orgasm. I'm bucking and arching, pulling at my restraints, savoring the delirium engulfing me. Cum oozing out of me and running down my bum.

The queue of men dwindles rapidly until just two are left, and they release me from the barrel. I don't care; I am past that stage.

Leading me back to the bed, one guy lies down. His rampant cock pointed skyward. He gestures for me to sit astride him, happily obliging him, sliding over his pole and bucking together briefly. The second guy pushes me forward to lie on the prone body beneath me. Then, kneeling behind me, he presents his cock to my already occupied pussy entrance. Forcibly but slowly, and with some adjustment from the guy below, he slides into me. Stretching me painfully, making me wince in discomfort.

Both keep still for a while as we adjust to the new dynamic.

Slowly, they start to double fuck me, sometimes moving together, as often as not independently. Sliding into me and over each other's cocks. It is not quite a first for me. Do I enjoy it? Of course, the stretching and ever-present moving cocks work wonders. Bringing me to a fever pitch once more.

Oh, it's good when they move together, a giant cock filling my willing sex.

"Fuck me harder, you bastards," I shout as I orgasm once more.

One shoots his load, and his wilting cock slips out of me. Leaving more room for the other, who increases his tempo. He took me for himself, flooding my insides with more gooey liquid. Then we're finished, fifteen between us. Next time, Rati, I muse.

Rati and Michael helped me get off the bed, and Rati and I walked to the cloakroom together. Rati is very quiet. Only speaking once we are alone.

"I am so sorry you had to go through that ordeal for me, Sharon," she whispers.

I stop her before she can go on.

"It was no ordeal, couldn't you see? I was thoroughly enjoying it; I love getting pounded over that barrel. It hits the spot for me every time. As for you, you were doing well until those last two clowns pushed you too hard," I espoused.

"Thank you, you are too kind. Yes, that did spoil it for me; I felt so degraded, being used like that," Parinda nearly cried.

I held her close.

"I understand; remember, any experience is good for you," I say kindly.

"Come on, let's clean up and get dressed, then get a drink or two," I suggest to Rati.

"Dressing won't take long," Rati replies more cheerily.

Rati's first drink didn't touch the sides—it was a double vodka! Nursing the second, she is enjoying the attention. Men and women are coming up to us, complimenting us on our performance. Some are even commiserating over the two who pushed Rati over the edge or asking if we want to join them for private fun.

"They are all so ordinary, aren't they?" Rati comments.

"Of course, just like you and me, we all have secret desires we like to fulfill. Places like this and Colin and his enterprise cater to those needs," I answer.

"Anyway, time is marching on; it's gone one am. Shall I call our ride?" I ask.

Her eyes light up. "Yes," she gleefully answers.

Twenty minutes later, we both slip into the taxi, and neither tries to hide anything. We happily flash our underwear.

"Hi, girls, back to Euston Road?" our driver asks.

"Yes, please, take your time," I reply, leaning into Rati and kissing her.

Fifteen minutes later, we park in a quiet cul-de-sac. The driver, Adam, gets into the back with us. We are both naked, having been making out with each other for the driver's amusement.

"Who's first?" he asks.

"Take us both, can you?" I tease.

He grins.

"Me," Rati interrupts.

That was unexpected!

"Turn round and kneel," Adam instructs. He might have done this before!

Undoing his fly and releasing his, not inconsiderable, cock. He calmly presents it to Rati's willing entrance, sliding it in with practiced ease and pumping generously and deeply into her sex.

"You, too, turn round and assume the position," he orders.

I giggle and do as asked.

He pulls out of Rati and straight into me. He feels good. His cock is a lovely size, not too big but generous. He seems to know how to use it as well!

He was pumping deeply and rhythmically. Suddenly, pulling out of me and back into Rati, one stroke, and back into me, repeatedly taking us one stroke at a time and teasing us, tormenting our wanton sex. Pleasuring us both as he said he would.

Rati takes the crown as he unloads inside of her. Tipping her over the edge as an orgasm overwhelms her. Slipping out of her and back into me, letting me take the last dregs of cum as his cock slowly wilts. I missed out on an orgasm this time.

"Let's get you pair of sluts back to your madam." Adam laughs as he adjusts his clothes and slips out of the back of the cab, then back into the driver's seat.

"You've got my number; let me know anytime you want a ride." Adam grins lasciviously.

Rati looks like the cat that got the cream; I suppose she is at that!

Slipping our coats back on, we snuggle together for the ride back.

"Kama will be proud of his Rati," I whisper as we return to her room via the staff entrance. We can hardly walk through the foyer clutching our underwear in our hands, smelling of and dripping with cum. At the door of her room, I lean into her and whisper.

"Let Kama take his Rati, and he will complete your team."