Asin gasped at the contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her hand freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could please herself as any guy can. She tried to stop thinking about getting fucked, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong. Her finger slipped inside her bikini and dug at her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting the finger slide into her moist canal. Oblivious to anything but her own recollections of lust and present need, she fingered herself brutally, hoping to give herself the release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into her cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Asin closed her eyes against the sun, feeling it press against her. It was almost like being fucked by the sun, she thought in a daze, as her body responded to her finger and her hips began to buck up and down in the movements of intercourse. She masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body quaking with remembered lust. She could feel her orgasm coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger into her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her clitoris. As she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt poured forth a quantity of pussy juices, drenching her fucking and. "Oh ... fuck ... fuck me, ...oh ... God! Fuck meee ...", she strummed her clitoris with her finger. Waves of heat engulfed her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing the walls, scraping her insides and making her shudder with orgasm. She bucked against her hand, imagining it to be her lover's prick, wishing with all her heart that it was. She needed a man inside her - a real man. She groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm subside and dissipate leaving her strangely empty inside. She had cum - the physical motions had all been there - but something was missing.
I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back yard, her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt. She was exhausted, drained. With a great effort, she opened her eyes and squinted around, wondering dazedly what time it was. Her eyes passed over the men standing in front of her, then returned. She stared at them a minute in complete horror, a cold snake of fear hitting her vitals at the discovery. She wondered feverishly who they were. But she was unable to do so as a result of being under the hot sun for a long time and also for the great feeling she just experienced. She even lost her power to act quickly.
Slowly, the men formed a circle around Asin. Still shocked, she saw her audience gathered around. Some had removed their shirts. They were her servants. One, the gardener, was about 40 years old. The two security guards were about 30 and 21. One was her neighbor with the stereotypical macho look-very muscular and tanned. The last man was her cook, black and about 6'.