Kama Sutra Lovers

110 Pages·2016·0.56 MB·English

by  Cook Anny

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Kama Sutra Lovers

ISBN 9781419917011
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Kama Sutra Lovers Copyright © 2008 Anny Cook

Edited by Helen Woodall.
Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.

Electronic book Publication July 2008

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K S L
AMA UTRA OVERS
Anny Cook
Dedication

To the friends, past and present, old and new who have entered my life in the past
year via the internet. Thank you for your encouragement and loving support. Y’all
know who you are!
Kama Sutra Lovers
Chapter One
Before…

In the year 2020 pandemics, a rapidly depleting ozone layer and widespread
droughts had contributed to shocking domino effects that resulted in dwindling
populations, disintegrating infrastructures and devastating famines far ahead of the
timeline forecast by scientists.
Super typhoons and hurricanes ravaged the coastlines. Earthquakes and tsunamis
leveled entire cities. In the countryside, a feudal warlord society sprang up to savage
the unarmed citizens while military law kept order in the tattered remnants of the cities.
With modern civilization on the brink of extinction, the President of the United
States took the unprecedented step of revealing a long-held secret technology that
existed for intergalactic travel. Faced with the impossibility of sustaining civilization,
President Uharan chose to implement a bold plan. Several planets had been located that
would serve well for colonization. A lottery was instituted drawing people from all
walks of life. Some refused to leave Earth and in that case others were offered the
chance of a new life.
Exploratory populations were settled on each of the planets, establishing bases for
future immigrants. One such planet was named Elyria. With a population of seven
hundred fifty-seven thousand residents, life was good.
There were adjustments.
The water had a green tinge from the abundance of minerals it contained. Efforts to
purify it were abandoned when research indicated that it also contained a previously
unknown element that boosted the immune system and extended life.
The twin suns were so far away that residents suffered from a lack of vitamin D.
Special oils that magnified the sun’s beneficial effects were developed. And outdoor
exercise periods were mandated by law.
The initial immigrant populations had a disproportionate number of males, leading
to social unrest. Tri-marriages were proposed as a viable alternate solution and written
into law and matchmakers were trained to arrange compatible triads.
And then without warning or apparent reason, less than twelve years after the
initial settlement, communications with Earth and the other planets ceased. The
Elyrians were on their own.
* * * * *
Seventy Years Later
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Hart stood in the shadow of the great house staring covetously at the man stretched
out on the flat lounger next to the pool. The man was lazily stroking his cock with one
hand while he held a communicator to his ear with the other. Hart could easily see the
man’s hand squeezing and massaging his thick cock because he was sunning in the
nude. Hart sighed, rubbed the smooth dark skin on his shaved head and turned to his
companion. “I wish he wouldn’t do that.”
“What, talk on the com?”
“Lie around naked. It just makes me want to go out there and suck him off.”
“Then why don’t you?” his petite companion asked with a quizzical smile.
“Because he would probably punch me out,” Hart replied frankly. “I like all of my
teeth exactly where they are.”
“You will never know until you try. He may be waiting for you to make the first
move.” On that note, his companion went back into the house to plot a way to get the
men together.
Hart intently watched the man, silently willing him to hurry up and come until a
quiet plaintive voice behind him observed, “I wish he wouldn’t do that.”
With a mocking grin, Hart turned to the tall, dark-haired woman at his shoulder
and asked, “Don’t you want to go out there and lick him from head to toe?”
Giosetta studied the blond man on the lounger for a moment before observing, “I’d
rather suck his yummy cock. However—”
“Too late,” Hart announced. “Look at the way he came! Oh, now that’s just mean.”
They watched the man smear the creamy fluid across his flat belly before casually
rolling to his feet and turning to face them. He slipped the clip from the end of his long
braid, tossed it on the lounger and shook his head until his pale blond hair flowed
freely over his shoulders.
“So did you enjoy the show?” Arik mockingly inquired before turning to dive
cleanly into the pool behind him.
“I think he delights in trying to shock us,” Giosetta complained before brushing
past Hart, a powerfully-built black man nearly hidden in the shadows. She strutted
impatiently across the wide, sunny patio to the pool. With a minute shrug, she dived in
and began her daily laps as though Arik wasn’t there. Hart noted the way the tiny
turquoise bikini bottom stretched and clung to her fine ass.
He shook his head and went to join them. No sense in pretending that his cock
wasn’t as hard as stone. It was sticking out the top of his miniscule bathing suit. When
he reached the lounger, he peeled the black stretchy suit off, dropping it on the chair,
and dived in to begin his own laps. Maybe the exercise would shrink his cock. Or the
cool water. He could only hope something would help. He was getting a little tired of
being hard all the time.
When he finished his laps, Giosetta was stretched out flat, facedown on the warm
slate apron next to the pool while Arik slowly smoothed sun-mag over her back and
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legs. Arik’s hard cock bobbed and brushed against her as he carefully covered the
smooth creamy skin from her buttocks to her ankles.
Hart levered his body up out of the pool and joined them. With a mischievous
smile, he tweaked the ties on her suit bottom and tugged it off.
“Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish,” Giosetta warned sleepily.
Hart leaned down until he was close to her ear. “I always finish what I begin. Don’t
worry. When I’m really serious, you’ll be the first to know it. In the meantime, why
should you have tan lines? If Arik and I can strut around naked, so can you.”
Her dark brown eyes fluttered open. “You’re naked? And you didn’t let me see?”
Arik snorted. “Go sit down by her head so she can watch you jack off while I finish
rubbing this delicious-smelling oil all over her. She smells like cinnamon.”
Hart moved to a spot where they would both have a clear view of the action. He
bent his knees and spread his legs as he leaned back against one of the loungers littering
the patio.
Tossing him the tube of sun-mag, Arik suggested, “Try this. It’s nice and slippery
and you’ll be all ready for a nap later if you decide to stay home from the office.”
“Or you could cover it up with somebody’s pussy or ass,” Giosetta mumbled under
her breath.
“Giosetta Abbatelli, wash your mouth out!” Arik admonished with a light smack on
her ass.
“Arik Schermer,” she mocked, “at twenty-seven I am certainly old enough to know
what both terms mean and how they are used. Don’t tell me you’re shocked because we
all know that you’re totally unshockable.”
Chuckling, Hart squeezed some of the oil onto his palm and proceeded to liberally
oil his cock and balls. “She’s got you there. If you were so worried about what she
thought you wouldn’t be kneeling stark naked next to her while oiling her up like a
well-lubed engine.”
Licking lips suddenly gone dry, Giosetta watched Hart handle his cock. It wasn’t as
thick as Arik’s but it was longer with a fatter head. While Arik’s cock head was shaped
like a plum, Hart’s was mushroom shaped. She stared avidly at his cock as it stretched
and lengthened in his strong hand. His fist circled it tightly, stroking from the base to
the head where he gave a slight twist, brushing under the crown with his thumb before
stroking down to the base again. Clear drops dribbled from the opening at the tip and
on the next upstroke his thumb smeared the silky fluid around the dark cap before
stroking back down.
Arik’s hands smoothed over Giosetta’s flowing curves, down her back past her
waist, then over the rise of her ass, as he trailed his thumbs down the dark valley that
separated the cheeks. She inhaled sharply then exhaled as his thumbs grazed her
swollen labia before stroking down her inner thighs.
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He nudged her legs apart and knelt between them. “Get to your knees,” he
instructed softly.
Trembling with arousal, she obeyed, wondering if this was finally going to be the
moment she’d waited for. Was this really happening?
Across her body the men exchanged a glance before Arik slowly shook his head. He
lightly pressed her torso back to the concrete. “Keep your head down. Keep your eyes
on Hart. Watch him stroking that cock. Don’t you wish it was deep inside you?”
Stooping down, he covered her pussy with his mouth, lightly sucking and licking
while he massaged her neatly trimmed mound just above her clit.
“Play with your nipples,” Hart grunted. “Pinch them. Tug on them.” He yanked the
towel from the lounger behind him and quickly folded it into a pad. “Lift up a minute.”
After shoving it under her head, he sat back and resumed stroking while he watched
Arik sucking her pussy.
From a second-floor window, the companion, a secret matchmaker, watched the
scene unfold. Finally, when the matchmaker had nearly given up hope, it appeared that
Arik and Hart were going to make Giosetta theirs. At least the first steps were taking
place. As soon as the terms of Giosetta’s trust were fulfilled, she would be free to make
her own decisions.
The matchmaker looked at the cards spread on the table. Which to choose? And
who to give it to? After a moment, the companion chose two cards, dabbed several
drops of Giosetta’s perfume on them and nodded. Yes. These would do nicely. From all
that Setta had confided to the companion, these would please both Giosetta and the
men. Success was important to the companion’s mission, but pleasure was paramount.
The matchmaker peeked back out the window in time to watch Hart’s cock
spurting cum over his hands. Giosetta said something to him. Then he offered her his
hand and she licked it clean while Arik continued to toy with her pussy. Briefly, the
matchmaker envied her. With two virile handsome men both intent on pleasuring her,
Giosetta was a fortunate woman.
Then the young woman stiffened, trembled and screamed. Clearly, she was
enjoying a thrilling orgasm from Arik’s ministrations. Hart leaned over and kissed her
mouth while Arik spilled his seed over her buttocks. There was a pause in the action as
they calmed down. Then Hart stood up, lifted Giosetta in his arms and tossed her into
the pool.
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Chapter Two

Two days later Arik strode into the boardroom at Elyrian Resource Development,
intent on the meeting about to take place. Hart ambled calmly behind him, secure in the
knowledge that they were completely prepared as always. Certain board members were
in for a huge shock, but then those who allowed greed to take control of their lives often
came to sudden shocking ends. Once charges were filed, they would be relieved of their
trustee duties and Giosetta would finally be free.
Confidently Arik called the meeting to order. There was some grumbling when
Hart distributed the agendas and meeting notes via his communicator. Arik ignored the
mutters, distracted by the scent of Giosetta’s perfume. It seemed to be all around him,
yet he knew for a fact that Giosetta wasn’t in the building. Since he planned to relieve
her uncles from their positions on the board and turn them over to the officers waiting
in the anteroom to arrest them, he had judged it would be best if she was not present at
the meeting.
When he slipped his hand into the breast pocket of his suit to take out his pen, he
felt a stiff piece of card. Without losing momentum, he pulled the card from his pocket
and slid it under the e-pad in front of him while he finished his short introductory
speech. Then he nodded for Hart to begin his part in the little drama.
While Hart presented the case against the men, Arik slipped the card out and stared
down at it with a peculiar light in his eyes. Finally, he slipped it back into his pocket as
Hart was winding down. The targeted board members were not happy. One was
actually turning purple with rage, which didn’t bode well for his continued existence.
Arik was glad that he’d thought to ask the company medic and nurse to be waiting in
the anteroom too. He suspected that good ol’ Bob was about to have either a coronary
or stroke. Personally, he wished him good health and a long life so he could have plenty
of leisure to repent his sins.
It was messy. It was nasty. And it was another two hours before it was over, but
eventually Arik and Hart were able to retreat back to Arik’s office where Arik’s admin
brought them kaffet and sandwiches before retreating to her desk, firmly shutting the
door behind her.
“Well?” Hart asked.
“You did your usual efficient job. Thank you for handling it.” Arik frowned. “I’m
very glad that Giosetta wasn’t here.”
“I wasn’t asking about that,” Hart pointed out dryly. “What was in your pocket?”
Arik removed the card from his pocket and tossed it across the desk to Hart. “What
do you think?”
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Hart flipped the card over and nearly spewed his kaffet across the desk. He sniffed
delicately then glanced at Arik. “So do you suppose this means that our little Giosetta is
getting impatient?”
“Somebody certainly is. You know what it is?”
“Oh yeah. It’s a Kama Sutra card. I’ve seen an antique set from Earth but I didn’t
know we’d started producing these on Elyria. This one details blindfolding, nipple
pinchers and tying with silk scarves. Hmmm. Sounds kinky, but then I think Giosetta
might really get off on this. When are you gonna carry this out?”
“We. When are we going to do it?” Arik corrected.
“You’re the one who got the card,” Hart objected.
“Check your suit pockets. Maybe you received one too.”
Hart patted his pockets, halting when he felt the stiff card in the right-hand pocket
of his suit jacket. Slowly, he pulled the card out, studied it in silence for a moment then
tossed it across the desk to Arik. “Well? What do you think?”
Arik stared down at the card and pursed his lips before sending Hart a devilish
smile. “I think we should give Miss Giosetta exactly what she’s asking for. Do you still
have your floggers?”
“Do frogs jump?”
“Yeah. Now what do you have in mind?”
Hart leaned back in his chair with his legs spread, propped his chin in his hand and
considered all the variables. “Are we going to finally fuck her? Or are we just playing
around?”
With an arrested expression on his face, Arik sat up straight in his chair, noting the
burgeoning tent in Hart’s pants. “You want Giosetta.” He said it like he was
discovering a new species of flower. “You want her too? For real? Not just because I
asked you to be our marriage partner?”
“Hell yeah, I want her. I want you. I want all of us to be together.” Hart closed his
dark eyes after his outburst. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to blurt it all out like that.”
Carefully avoiding Arik’s serious gray eyes, he stood up and went to refill his kaffet
mug in the small kitchenette that opened off Arik’s office.
When he returned, Arik was standing next to his desk with his head cocked to one
side in thought. His long blond hair, confined in a neat braid for the meeting, was loose,
flowing down his back over his pale yellow dress shirt. Hart noted his suit coat flung
over a nearby chair.
Arik plucked the mug from Hart’s hands and set it securely on the desk. Then with
a quick jerk, he pulled Hart into his embrace. Arik covered his lips with a hard,
punishing kiss, taking advantage of Hart’s faint gasp to plunge his tongue inside,
tasting and savoring Hart’s flavors—kaffet, mints and turkey sandwich. Arik shoved
Hart’s jacket off, dropping it to the floor.
“The door!” Hart muttered.
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