I am an Indian housewife, aged 42 now. I wish to narrate a true incident in my life, which happened nearly four years ago. I had all along a very active and satisfying sex life with my husband, but around five years back, a lingering back pain of mine spoilt my sex life completely. Whenever we attempted, my pain used to be unbearable and finally we had to stop that. Although my husband all along tried his best for my treatment and never expressed his sexual frustrations before me, I could guess that he used to feel miserable. So was I.
I consulted a number of doctors. Most of them said that the pain was arthritic in nature and there was no cure for this. At last, I consulted an ayurvedic doctor. He prescribed an herbal medicine and advised me to have an oil massage in my back everyday. He said that I should better get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well. I liked his advice, but who would do that for me?
We had a boy servant, called Bachchu, who used to work full-time in our house and help me in cooking and other domestic works. He was quite young and if my guess goes right, he must be around twenty then. Bachchu was quite dutiful, efficient and honest and because of these reasons, we liked him. I asked Bachchu if he knew someone who could do the massage for me. Basically, I was looking for a woman to do this job. Bachchu thought for a while and said he didn't know anyone. He suggested that he himself would be able to do this job as he had worked in a massage parlor for a brief duration.
I consulted a number of doctors. Most of them said that the pain was arthritic in nature and there was no cure for this. At last, I consulted an ayurvedic doctor. He prescribed an herbal medicine and advised me to have an oil massage in my back everyday. He said that I should better get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well. I liked his advice, but who would do that for me?
We had a boy servant, called Bachchu, who used to work full-time in our house and help me in cooking and other domestic works. He was quite young and if my guess goes right, he must be around twenty then. Bachchu was quite dutiful, efficient and honest and because of these reasons, we liked him. I asked Bachchu if he knew someone who could do the massage for me. Basically, I was looking for a woman to do this job. Bachchu thought for a while and said he didn't know anyone. He suggested that he himself would be able to do this job as he had worked in a massage parlor for a brief duration.
When I heard his suggestion, I simply blushed!! No, it's certainly not possible for me to agree to this. Myself getting massaged by my servant - no, such a thing I could not imagine. Still, I didn't say no to him immediately. I said I would ask his "babu"(my husband) and then decide. When I told this to my usband, he said, "Nandita", you should have agreed straightaway. If Bachchu himself knows massaging, I think that's going to be the best." I tried to tell him how I blushed at this suggestion. He was annoyed, "Nandita", what is more important for you? Your shame or getting relief from the pain?" I agreed that certainly the second one is more important for me. My husband looked happy. He said that I should offer him Rs.50/- extra per month for this job.
Next morning, after my husband left for the office, I called Bachchu and told him about my decision. He was happy that at last I have agreed to his suggestion. I told him about the extra money. To this, he looked pretty embarrassed. He said, "Masima", you may give me anything else, but no money please. I'll love to do this service for you."
After finishing his domestic duties, Bachchu came to me. He asked if I was ready for the massage. I was getting ready to apply hair oil on my hair myself, before he started the massage. Bachchu looked at me and then said "I can do that better! Give the bottle to me." He almost snatched it from my hand and told me to sit on the floor. I was wearing a pink cotton sari with a matching blouse. I love to put on pink dresses as that suits my fair complexion very well. Bachchu sat behind me and loosened my lovely long, black hair and let it fall on the floor in a cascade. He started applying hair oil onto my hair. The whole room got filled up with the sweet fragrance of the hair oil that I use.
He praised my long hair and caringly applied oil to my scalp and then put his fingers through the strands of my hair. When he was massaging my scalp, I was trying to imagine how would he massage my back? Do I have to remove my blouse? Oh, No! I just shuddered to think that. Otherwise, how, I wondered, would he massage my back? I had a strange mixture of nervousness, shyness, uneasiness and what not! My heart began to throb, as he was about to complete the massage with hair oil.
Bachchu applied the massage oil on his both palms and applied them on my forehead. I wondered why he was massaging me there, as I never had any pain in that region. Bachchu told me that massage is good for the body and it shouldn't be restricted to the pain region alone. Actually, a good massage should always start from the top -that's what his trainer had told him. He gently massaged my forehead and then my cheeks and chin. He softly applied oil on the bridges of my nose and even cared to apply a bit of oil to my nostril openings. I relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing. He massaged my lips as well.
After that his hands came close to my ears. He removed my earrings. With a pair of Johnson buds, he carefully cleaned the interior of my ear and applied oil in every part of my external ear. My body was put to rest. It was so relaxing, so enjoyable. I wanted him to continue with my face for some more time, but Bachchu surely had more things to do.
Bachchu's fingers slowly approached my neck. I was wearing a mangalsutra (a kind of gold necklace with black beads - a sign of married Indian ladies) and perhaps that was causing a bit of hindrance to his massage. He asked me if I would remove my mangalsutra.
Unlike other Indian ladies, I am free from any prejudice and I willingly unhooked that from my neck. Bachchu took it from me and carefully put it on the bedside desk. He could then massage my throat and the neck region without any obstruction. After this, Bachchu took my right palm in his hand and gently rubbed it with his palm. Then he individually massaged each of my fingers.
He was doing everything with such a great care that I had a great feeling of liking from within. He repeated the same things with my left palm. He was all the time talking to that and me must have helped in making the atmosphere easy. I was having pink nail polish on my nails. Bachchu smiled and joked, "Mashima", everything is pink for you today." With the oil on it, those were glittering. The next item of massage was surely my hands. Bachchu removed all my bangles from my hand. Even the "sankha" and "pala" (a special kind of bangle used by married Bengali ladies) were off my hands.
He then rubbed my hands with force, sometimes pressing and kneading. I could sense that my blood flow was increasing and I was feeling hot, even though the ceiling fan was revolving right above my head. Bachchu gathered greater and greater strength and continued to massage my hands up to the elbows for some more time. My blouse was covering rest of my hands. When his fingers moved above my elbows, he softly whispered in my ears, "Mashima", your blouse please).
I guessed because of his shyness he couldn't complete the sentence, but I could clearly get the signal that he wanted my blouse removed. Although, I was under this tension for a long time before my massage, when the moment came, I was so much engrossed in the massage that I didn't hesitate to remove it. I unbuttoned the blouse from the front and Bachchu helped me to take it out of my hands. I had a bra inside and I covered the exposed parts of my back with the pallu (the upper part) of my sari.
Bachchu's fingers could now freely move above my elbows, right up to my shoulder joints and arm pits. He was saying that my hands were too soft and massaged them with greater strength and energy. I was having increased blood circulation and wanted him to continue the massage in this manly way. He then rubbed my shoulders and uncovered my pallu to the extent that he could completely massage the upper area of my back. He asked me how I was feeling.
I admitted that the massage was bringing great comforts to me and he was surely doing a great job. While he was massaging my back and especially my pain region, I suddenly felt that all my pain had suddenly gone. It was just incredible. I was deeply engrossed and I didn't even bothered to protest, as Bachchu's trembling fingers unhooked my brassier strap at the back. GOD!! I was never prepared for this. Bachchu slowly removed my bras, as I tried to protect my boobs with my sari.
My servant was sitting behind me and could freely massage all over my bare back. He started gently with my spinal chord and the regions around it and massaged with force when he came to the sides of my back. At one stage, I felt that his fingers were quite close to me breasts. I was wondering what would happen, if his fingers accidentally touched my breasts! The moment this fear came to my mind, my heart started throbbing.
I was torn between embarrassment and arousal. I realized I was getting horny - my face was getting red, my eyes were burning, my pulse rate was increasing and I started getting a sexy sensation between my legs. I knew that given the employer-servant relationship between us, Bachchu would never dare to touch me there. But, somehow, at that moment, all my sexual desires, which were absent for the past few months got revived. I desperately wanted a male hand to touch me there.
For the first time, I dared to have a dirty fantasy of my servant grabbing my breasts. GOD!! What am I doing? Am I forgetting all social norms and taboos? Am I still in my senses? I realized all my powers of arguments, powers of thinking were gone. At that moment I only wanted a hard male squeezing of my breasts. I was desperately waiting for an accident to happen. But no! No accident was happening!
His hands were still keeping a modest distance. I was getting restless for a touch. At one stage, I just pointed fingers to my boobs and asked with a husky, trembling voice," Wouldn't you massage me here? " I turned my face to him. The twenty-year-old young man blushed and looked red. I tried to look at his pyjama. His swollen cock made it a tent and I could make out how horny he was. That made me more excited. I was trying to visualize his erect manhood inside his pyjamas and felt that my hot cunt started tingling strangely and I could sense my molten cunt cream after a prolonged period of absentance from sex. " Masima, I -I thought you wouldn't allow me to do it there -" he was clearly stammering in excitement and fear. "No, no, you are a very good boy. Why should I mind? After all, it's a massage isn't it?" I tried to assure. Bachchu could not wait any longer. He oiled his palm again and pressed my breasts. GOD! Was I cheating my husband? I surely was. I was married for 15 years. It was for the first time in my married life that a person other than my husband had taken control of my breasts.
"Ohh ...! Squeeze it... Squeeze it more." that's what I wanted to shout, but I tried to apply my control. Bachchu was faithfully oiling my breasts. My hard nipples, the black circle surrounding that and all over. He was doing with his both hands- sometimes softly, sometimes tightly, giving a different sensation at every moment. GOD! Who taught him to be a lover like this? Nature? I wondered. For the first time, I started making verbal expressions.
"Don't feel shy - do it nicely, a--h just like this!!" Bachchu was too excited to talk to me. He faithfully obliged and drove me wild with greater and greater ecstasies. While Bachchu was cupping my breasts, his hands were working under the pallu of my sari and I was still careful in not exposing my breasts completely. Actually, he was still sitting behind me and although my boobs were completely in his possession, those were out of his direct view. After completely satisfying me with the breast massage, Bachchu's hands reached my belly I was enjoying the tickling sensation, especially when his index finger reached my navel. He put some extra oil inside that to make it a pool and tapped there a few times. While he was caring this region, I was trying to imagine the next part of his massage. Where would it be? Below my waist and lower belly? God! I couldn't imagine anything more. My sex-starved cunt was creaming with a fresh supply of cunty juice. It was paining. I was dreaming if I could get a massage right till there. "Oh, Boy!! Do it!! Do it till there. It's just for the sake of a massage - so don't feel shy --"
No, I was certainly not bold enough to utter these things in reality.
Instead, I was trying to apply my willpower to control such dirty desires within me. I was unable to explain how could a shy housewife like me, who is ever faithful to her husband, could adventure this much with her boy servant. When he completed massage of my upper part, I quickly got up without allowing any possibility for a massage anywhere in my lower part.
Just after the massage, I hurriedly went for a bath. I was getting restless to undress myself and take care of my wet cunt. I tried to imagine Raja, my husband, while masturbating, but all my imaginations got shattered when I tried to figure out what Bachchu might be doing with the massive manhood, which he had developed for the past half-an-hour. Maybe, he had rushed to our other toilet, which he uses, and now he might be vigorously beating his flesh to release his load I was finger-fucking myself and the imagination of Bachchu's masturbation made me more and more horny. Oh boy! I was Cumming, Cumming all the way. Would Bachchu be releasing his load by now? I could visualize that jets of thick white sticky semen made up a mess on the floor and that drove my orgasms to a new peak.
Before coming under the shower, I looked at my nude figure in the mirror. My breasts were still warm and reddish with the increased blood flow resulting from the massage. I had a close look at my breasts. Every square millimeter area of my breasts was glittering with oil. Bachchu hadn't missed a single spot. I was looking at my breasts with utter disbelief that another man today and that handled these too with my own invitation. I came under the shower and soaped my whole body. It took quite some time to wash out the stickiness of the oil. At the end, I was feeling fresh. There was a feeling of easiness in my whole body. I never knew that massage makes one feel so good, so relaxing it is!
I wiped my body with a towel, got dressed and came out. Bachchu served my meal. There was an uneasy calmness in the room. While I was still trying to recover from my arousal that resulted from the happenings of today, Bachchu too was looking unusually quiet. For him, I guess, it was the first touch of a female breast and he might have been trying to recover from the sexually explosive shock that he received.
I really didn't have any serious intention of cheating my husband and so I didn't want to carry any sense of guilt with me. I felt I should tell everything to Raja - only point was how and when. We have always shared each other's fantasies and that had always ignited our passion in the past. Most of the times, we fantasize ourselves with each other's friends and enjoy, without attaching slightest seriousness to it. We had other fantasies too. Once, Raja had described an erotic encounter with the domestic maidservant of his parental home, much before our marriage. I was so horny that I couldn't wait for a wild sex with him in bed. Later, he had told me that it was his wild adolescence fantasy. If he hadn't told me that it was a fantasy, I would have always believed it to be a reality.
After Raja returned home, he announced in the tea table that he would be going to Delhi by the early morning flight next day. That was a very sudden development. Actually, his boss was supposed to go for that meeting, but as his priorities got changed, Raja would be substituting him. I had to spend the rest of the evening in getting his dresses and other things organized. When we were in bed, he didn't forget to ask me about the massage. I said it was very nice and at least, I had some relief from the pain. He asked me if I had felt shy during the process. I gave a very naughty smile and said, "I was shy to start with, but horny later on ". I could again sense that my erotic feelings were running high. Should I tell the rest of the story now itself? "Wow! That sounds great! he said after hearing my reply.
"Don't think that only you can fantasize sex with your maid-servant. Even, I can have that with Bachchu ...", I said. I was too horny to keep my voice steady. "Darling, never mind - you do it. You may even do it in reality if that helps in regaining your passion. Get yourself cured and let us get back our sex life." I couldn't trust my ears. Is he still in his senses? I embraced him closely and said, Darling, don't worry, we'll surely get it back. We couldn't talk for long as I wanted him to take some rest before his flight.
The office car came early in the morning to pick Raja up. He got into the car and waved at me. For the next three days, only myself and Bachchu will stay in the house. (I forgot to mention in the beginning that God hasn't blessed me with a child). As the car rolled past Southern Avenue (a famous road in South Calcutta), I started thinking for the next massage.
It was too early in the morning for me to start the day. Bachchu had already got up and I told him not to hurry up with morning tea and breakfast preparation, as I wanted to get some more sleep, although I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get any more sleep. All that I needed was a bit of privacy to think with a cool head what I was up to. I came back to my bedroom, closed the door and lay down on the bed.
The first question that struck me was whether Raja was serious about what he told me last night. I felt that he was kidding and in reality it's not possible for a husband to grant blanket permission to his wife for having sex with the domestic boy servant! Our conversation took place in a light and joking mood and I could not tell Raja about how Bachchu massaged my breasts. So, there was every reason for Raja to believe that it was just a casual dirty conversation of ours and there was no seriousness hidden in it. But I knew that my body was on fire and was I mischievously thinking of misusing my husband's absence for a misadventure with my servant? The moment I thought this, I could sense an increase in my pulse rate and throbbing of heart. I was restless to get back my sex life and all that I needed first was just a man who would be able to overpower my pain with lust. I was getting horny again. My fingers were touching my cunt and I was wet in no time. Immediately, I thought of the barriers between our ages and more so, in our social status. What would people think of me, if ever others know a misdeed of this nature? I tried to impose the social norms and taboos upon me. So I must do something to overcome these dirty thoughts.
I thought of an easy option. My parents are staying in the other end of the city and what I can easily do is to grant three days' leave to Bachchu, so that he could visit his native place and I can stay with my parents. When I had almost decided about this, I felt sorry that I would miss my massage. Even if I keep aside the erotic components in it, surely I enjoyed the massage, which Bachchu had given to me.
Then? Am I going to stay here? Am I going to have the massage sessions with Bachchu? Like yesterday? Should I put that as the limit? Or...? Again, again I was losing control. Why should I be so afraid of the society?
My daydreaming, fantasies and tensions got abruptly halted when there was a knock at my bedroom door. "Masima, won't you have your breakfast now?", Bachchu came and asked. I looked at the watch. Surely, it was time to take something. "Yes, just two pieces of toast with butter and tea", I said.
After brushing my teeth, I came to the breakfast table. Bachchu had kept everything ready. I tried to concentrate on my eating. But, from my sixth sense, which is normally very strong with the ladies, I knew that he was looking at me. That look was no doubt different from how he used to look at me before yesterday's happenings. He was looking at my shoulders and also at my breasts, where he massaged so passionately yesterday. Out of a sheer feminine instinct, I re-adjusted my sari's protection above my blouse, but honestly speaking, wasn't I mischievously enjoying his stare? Bachchu turned on the ceiling fan, as I was visibly sweating, apparently because of the sultry weather and the sips from steaming hot tea, but definitely, the heat of passion within my body had a lot of contributions to it.
Bachchu didn't have much of work in the morning. My husband was away and I had to use up the accumulated foodstuff in the refrigerator. Rather than cooking new items, I instructed him to clean the kitchen thoroughly. I too joined hands with him, so that everything could be properly organised according the housewife's likings and also to hasten the process, so that could start my massage early. I felt restless. I wanted him to start the massage as early as he could, although I had to pretend that I was the lady of the house and I mean business first.
We were in the middle of the cleaning process, when the doorbell rang. It was Aparna-di, one of our elderly neighbors. She is a very nice lady and I too like her. Her only problem, if any, is her talkative habit. Whenever I have anything important to do and she visits my house, I always wish that she shouldn't start some long stories and would rather leave early enough. But, if she is in the right kind of mood, you can't stop him and it would look rather discourteous and awkward to get up, mind your own business and ignore her. At least, I can never do that and I have to remain as a passive listener, whether I like it or not.
"Ohhh, ... Raja has gone on tour and are you alone now?" I could make out from her enthusiasm that she felt I had all the time in the world to listen to her long stories. "Okay, why don't you come over to my house and let's have our lunch there ...", she invited me. And also endless chat?", I wanted to add, but of course, I didn't. No, I was surely not prepared to spend the rest of the morning and afternoon with Aparna-di. "Not today, Aparna-di! I have just started clearing the mess from my kitchen. It's a huge task. And Bachchu alone won't be able to do it." "Okay, I understand. Maybe tomorrow or the day after", she said. I wished she forgets about it. She talks so much that she even forgets what she says. I wanted to cash on this advantage.
"You know, I was eager to tell you something ,..."she started. "Oh, no, don't tell me" would have been my spontaneous response, but I had to keep quiet and be passive listener, for the sake of courtesy and neighborly relations. I tried to devote attention to what she said, but all the time, erotic massage was going on in my mind. I was looking at the kitchen, where Bachchu was busy arranging things. What a strong young man he is! Effortlessly he could shift heavy things. I like strong men, I want them to be very strong, so strong that I can feel the sensation of pain when a man squeezes my breasts or enters me! Yes, again I was thinking about Bachchu and feeling the heat between my legs and in my whole body. Occasionally, I was nodding my head and uttering "Hmmmm ...", just to pretend that I was listening to Aparnadi's boaring stuff.
"Tell me, doesn't it look bad?" she asked me at one stage. Believe me, I didn't pay any attention to what she was talking about and what was it that she was trying to say "bad". It was foolish for me to express any opinion, but I had to. All that I could make out was that she only wanted my approval. So, I said, "Yes, yes, it surely looks bad" and I was amazed by my own stupidity. "I knew you will also feel that way, but just see, (--blah---blah---)". So, at least, I could successfully hide my unmindful ness and felt a bit relieved.
In the meantime, the clock advanced beyond twelve and Bachchu had finished whatever he was told to do in the kitchen. I felt that it was high time that I get my massage. "Let me see how you arranged" I told Bachchu and went with him to the kitchen, clearly signaling Aparna-di that I wanted her to leave. I don't know whether it was because of this discourteous act of mine, or because, she herself got tired of nonstop talking that she said, "Okay, Nandita", do your work. I am going now. Just drop in to my house, any time". "Sure, Aparna-di, I will. Bye", I said with full of courtesy and politeness.
Bachchu was ready with the oil. Like me, he too must have wanted Aparna-di to leave. "Do we start?" he asked in short. His voice wasn't normal. He must be expecting to give me a massage like yesterday and feeling horny. He was visibly tense and I was tempted to look at his pyjama. His cock had formed a tent there and I could find a spot of wetness in that region. I was losing control. My hands were eager to touch the strong manhood of this strong young man. But, I am the lady of the house and he is my servant. I must not give him a feeling that I am in urgent need of a sex. At the same time, I wanted my lust to flourish under the disguise of massage.
Bachchu sat behind me. Maybe, he was much closer to me than the way he did on the previous day. He again started with my hair, then my face, shoulders, arms and back. It was wonderful! It was the best type of feeling I ever had. I felt I belonged to a new world of pleasure.
I completely surrendered myself to him as he took charge of me. He removed my earrings, my mangle sutra, my bangles, my blouse and my bras - one after the other without any uneasiness that was present on the previous day. When his hands at last rested on my eager breasts and were pressing my hard erect nipples, I moaned loudly, expressing my passion, as he built up his strengths more and more. He started squeezing my breasts, moving both his palms all over them to make them slippery with oil.
Should I give him a glance of what he has done to my breasts? The moment this thought came to my mind, I felt my whole body getting baked in the heat of passion. No, not now, I thought. When he finished massaging my top half, I was so deeply engrossed in pleasure that it was difficult for me to leave it at that stage. I wanted more of it. Yes, in the lower part of my body. Yes, I wanted it, rather I was dying for it. And, I had to say at last, "Bachchu, it's wonderful. I can't stop here. Wouldn't you do it more today?" I almost begged with lust. Now, I turned to him. My breasts were exposed. He was too excited and speechless. Maybe, he never dreamt of this situation in a lady-boy servant relationship. Nor did I, but it was. At that moment, I was ready to gift my body to him. I looked at his tent. It was steadily going up and up. The region in his pyjama was getting more and more soaked with increased pumping of his juice. It's a human body. Our mind may understand taboos, morality, inhibitions and other forbidden aspects, but body doesn't. When a river is desperate to break its embankments, you can't stop it. And in moments, when the lust is too strong, your mind won't listen to you. The desperate river will wash away the dams that you may like to construct.
I wanted to touch his throbbing cock. But immediately felt that at least he must complete the message before anything gets out of control. There was a small divan in our living room. Bachchu asked me to lie down on my stomach. My sari was almost unwrapped. I took out the folds of my sari underneath the petticoat and removed it completely before lying down on the divan. My petticoat was the only garmentthat covered the lower part of my body and I didn't wear any panties, while I am at home. After I lay down on my stomach, Bachchu had to start his next part of the job.
"Masima, eta ki thakbe?"(Madam, will it be there on your body?) he asked with a clumsy voice, pointing to my petticoat. My sexual tensions were at its peak, but still I hesitated for a moment to directly answer. Certainly, Bachchu was not courageous enough to remove my last piece of garment without my verbal consent. I was silent. My cunt was quivering and I felt that all my juices would now burst out of it. I desperately wanted my petticoat out of my body. Still I was silent.
What was holding me up? Social norms, taboo, age difference? Perhaps everything and perhaps nothing. Bachchu started massaging lower part of my waist, while the petticoat was still on."Na khul le ki kore korbi?"(How will you do it unless it is removed?) I tried to keep my voice steady, but it obviously betrayed, as the fire within me was on. Bachchu's fingers reached the knot of the petticoat string. I helped him to unfasten it and he did the rest. He pulled my petticoat down and down further, below my buttocks, thighs, legs and toes. He took out the ornament from my legs. I was completely naked, there wasn't even a piece of thread attached to my body, it was the body that God had gifted to me, with nothing more added to it.
While Bachchu was removing my petticoat, I wanted to make the whole atmosphere so very natural that I told him with a husky voice, "What's the point in being shy before you?" as if to suggest that Bachchu was so close to me. I tried to introduce some innocence in my words and it sounded so very exciting in my own ears.
Even two days before, could I ever believe that I would dare to lie down completely naked in front of my boy servant? What was unthinkable two days back, was a naked reality today. I was not in a state to think of the shame and embarrassment , which was so natural for a lady, with no exception of myself. My mind just drove me wildly into a new state, where I rather enjoyed and was excited by my own nudity in front of this young stud. Let him look at his lady mistress. Let him be proud of his wonderful massaging power that could transform her lady mistress into a state where she was burning with forbidden lust for him. Has any lady ever dared to lie naked in front of her boy servant and passionately wish for a penetration? Is it that I was the first woman to do this daring act? Possibly yes and I was feeling proud about it. It was this sense of pride and my ever-growing excitement that took my shame completely away. I closed my eyes and completely surrendered myself to this young masseur.
His hands reached my ass cheeks. I am quite fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of his finger could penetrate quite deep into my flesh, all the way up to my bones. He was using both his hands, in a rhythmic way.'Ahhh...Mmmmm...Ahhh.' were the utterings that I was unconsciously making out of my mouth. OH! It made me feel so... good. As he pressed my buttocks, I could feel more and more pressures on my bare cunt, which was clearly spoiling the bed sheet underneath. Unknowingly, my fingers went there to touch my clitoris. "Do it nicely, everywhere" I said, without clearly explaining the word "everywhere." I wasn't sure what message did the word carry to Bachchu.
I didn't dare to look at Bachchu's condition. I guessed that his erection would now be at its peak and he must be close to reaching his orgasm. He might be desperately trying to close his floodgates and prevent any embarrassment in front of me. Bachchu's oily palm slowly went upslope up to the crest of my ass cheek and then traveled down slope. Just then, there was a ring in our telephone. The cordless handset was within my easy access. Hello, is it Mrs. Bhattacharya? was the question from a female voice. Yes, speaking'' I replied. Bachchu's palm was drying up as he had to oil a large lump of flesh. Just hold the line please. Mr.Rajarshi Bhattacharya is on the line''. Bachchu put some fresh oil on his palm and continued massaging my buttocks. After a momentary pause I could listen to Raja's voice.
He just wanted to tell me that he had safely reached his office in Delhi. In the meantime, Bachchu was kneading my oily buttocks from both the sides. Before going off-hook, Raja asked ``had your lunch? Oh, not yet! Aparna-di came to me and I am late for everything. I replied. Raja was understandably in a hurry to finish the call. It was a long-distance call after all and he must be busy with his meeting (or, the sweet-voiced female 0perator???) It was not possible for him to even wildly guess that I was getting a nude massage from my boy servant and at that very moment, Bachchu's palm was deeply buried inside my ass crack and was trying to locate my ass-hole. He carefully oiled me there too. I felt a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of my body. Along with the pain, there was so much of an illicit pleasure in it! His hand almost touched my pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it.
Thereafter, Bachchu started massaging the backside of my thighs. His fingers then rolled over to the front side of these. He was still not tired, but continued to grow in strength I felt. He went further on my knees, my legs, and my toes and even up to my toenails. I just can't describe how wonderfully he did. You have to imagine that. My entire body was shivering in pleasure - something I had never experienced before. And where was my pain, because of which I had agreed to a massage in the first place? I tried to sense my backache, but believe it or not, I couldn't even feel a trace of it.
I suppose I had already crossed the point where I could tell him to stop for the day. By then, my cunt was feeling restless to accept the strong manhood of my servant, which was harder than a steel rod and was about to explode. I had fully revived my sexual passion and I was desperately waiting for a hard rock like cock to penetrate me with a force. I felt that my heart bit was going to cross all possible limits.
After finishing my toes and the nails, Bachchu paused. Both of us were speechless. There was an uneasy calmness, exactly the way it happens before a storm. He hadn't yet massaged my dark hairy triangle and ivwas in no way prepared to leave that out. Perhaps he too was eagerly waiting for a signal from me. He rubbed his palm again on my nude body, this time moving up and sideways. His palm moved up to my thighbone and his fingers rested on my groin. Was he waiting for me to tell about further massage? I touched his finger and slightly raised the left side of my body, leaning right ways. Still, I was a bit shy about exposing my dark hairy pubic triangle before him. Instead, I dragged his and my hand together and rested them on my bushes. That served two purposes. My hairy triangle was still hidden from his direct view and at the same time, I was getting a manly touch close to my pleasure zone. He must have sensed my wetness there.
He was looking so much excited. I sensed his body heat, which was melting more and more cum within me. I turned my body sideways and gave the first frontal view of my naked body from the front. My nipples were still very tight and erect and Bachchu was standing like a vessel containing vigorously boiling water. Being so much excited, he must have forgot that his job was to massage me and stopped moving his hand anywhere else. Also, how could he, because my left hand gripped his palm tightly. I was dying to tell him that I needed a massage in my most sensitive part, but what to tell? I couldn't find a right Bengali term for that region which wouldn't sound vulgar. I tried to use a childish word to pretend a kind of childish innocence in the whole process. Hissi-r jayga ar charpashe ektu kore dibina?(Won't you do it in and around my pee-hole?) my tongue was drying up and my throbbing heart-bit was about to cause a heart attack I felt. With renewed encouragement, Bachchu pressed his palm around my pubic triangle in a bid to massage there. His palm was getting thoroughly soaked with my cunt juice.
Bachchu was standing quite close to me now. I could now touch his manhood. I did. Was I touching a hot iron rod? I couldn't feel the direct heat, as his pyjama's fabric was protecting his cock. I unfastened its string as I myself lay down on my back parting my thighs wide apart. The sliding of his pyjama halted, as its top front portion was unable to slide past his massive erection. I started laughing wildly out of my own excitement as well as the big dirty fun that was involved with it. I gave his pyjama a small jerk and then it fell down, exposing his massive erection. He wasn't wearing anything on the top and so, this made him completely naked. I was amazed by the magnificence of his dark, strong, rustic body of his. His cock head was pink and the overstretched skin on top of it was shining. I sensed he was about to lose his erection because of his nervousness, inexperience and unprepared ness of the situation. I touched him there, as his cock swelled up within seconds under my fist.
His fingers went into my cave. His index finger touched my clitoris and I moaned, almost reaching my orgasm. I could smell my own juice and the drops that oozed out of his cock into my palm. With the rustic smell coming out of his naked body, the smell of olive oil from my own naked body and the combined smell of our love juices made the entire environment so seductive!!
"You have to use this tool to massage me there", I said, tapping his cock gently with my fingers. I was trying to suggest that I couldn't wait any longer for a coital pleasure. Instead of telling that directly, I tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's a part of the job that he had willingly volunteered.
Masima...sotyi bolchhen?(Madam, is it true?) Bachchu was too excited to express his feelings beyond this. At this point, I wish to draw an analogy with an approaching storm, as I mentioned before. During the peak summer months in Bengal and in some parts of northern India , late in the afternoon, we find an accumulation of dark rain-bearing clouds in the sky. After a lull, when a mild soothing breeze starts and the trees start dancing, you know that the storm is about to start.
The storm was approaching as Bachchu came on top of me. His cockhead was now resting on my triangle. His body was shivering as he rubbed against my nudity. I grabbed his cock again and moved his organ close to my opening.
"Lower yourself here -ahhhh-- and press ..." I felt the soothing breeze and the dancing of trees as his eager cockhead pierced my wet opening. It was thoroughly wet to guide him deeper and deeper down, up to the end of the tunnel.
"Ahhh...Hhhh...More...deeper...deeper...ahhhh" I cried out, as my boy servant went further and further in. Where was the pain that prevented me from coital relations so long? It was incredible. I revived my passion through an extremely forbidden relationship but it was a naked truth. I was overjoyed. I wanted to cry out, "See Raja, look here, I can do it..". But, it wasn't Raja. It was my twenty-year-old boy servant, with whom I have just started an illicit relationship!
"Now you can start the massage " I said in a naughty manner. I wanted to make the boy understand that fucking is just a part of the massage. I could then feel the trees and the leaves dancing. And there was a storm in no time, as he started the rhythm.
"Ooooohhhhh...Bachchu. Harder!! Faster!! Do it,..., ahhhhhhh, ..." "Masima, ever since I started working in your house, this was always my dirty wish. ahhhh... I -I never knew -- it would be true some day.. ahhhhhh..", he said while both of us were deep inside our coital pleasure.
There was a storm all around me. A storm that was threatening to blow everything up and it did. I could hear the murmurs of the storm. Everything was deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It ended in rains, as both of us reached our ultimate climax and my cunt got flooded with Bachchu's love juice.
I kissed this young boy before getting out of the bed. He was looking at me with gratitude, as if to say that he had got the best possible reward for the wonderful massage that he had offered to me.I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the shower on and washed myself all over. I wanted to express my joy. I was humming some tunes that came to me instantly. I again felt horny to think that I have two and a half days more to go. So, when am I going to invite my forbidden lover again? What am I going to do at night? Invite my servant to the bed, which I share with my husband.
No,...no way...!!
Then? What am I going to do? I must have him again - that's what my body tried to say with a sense of determination. When? Again in the afternoon? I just can't wait! I tried to impose a self-discipline on me. Not today anymore. Since everything started with the massage, everything should be restricted to massage as well.
After taking a long, soothing, relaxing bath in the second morning, I stepped out of my bathroom to dry my sexy, wet, nude body off... Then, I searched for my yellow saree and for a matching blouse, which I normally wear, when am I horny. I purposefully didn't wear any bra or panty. When I reached my bedroom, I found the air with hint of vanilla... soothing music floats from the stereo, old hits of Mohamed Rafi... on the pillow is a rose with a note from bachchu. I picked up the flower and inhaled its perfume, it was mind blowing, I was getting excited to open the note... Good Morning... Take off your clothes... and lay down on your back... I will join you... I placed the flower and note on the stand, as per instructions, I started to take off my saree and my blouse... and lay back on the bed... I looked around to see him. He was not around... the stain sheets felt cool against my bare skin... I tried to lay my head on top of the pillows and closed my eyes, I tried to imagine, the happenings of yesterday's event... I started to feel my body getting hot and shivering. I started to get wet between my thighs. I let my hands gently run on top of my body. As I do that, I felt my body relax from my own touch...
Suddenly I heard a voice... "Enjoying madam??" I looked around to find bachchu standing next to my bed with morning coffee... I smiled at him and nodded yes, I was playing back yesterday event in my mind. He smiled at me... I looked into his pajama... I am sure... he is not wearing anything under that... Its rock hard... Standing pole... I simply smiled back at him. After tasting my coffee, I found him carrying a bottle of heated body oil, lightly flavored... I asked him, what was that... he simply smiled back... this I prepared today morning for the massage session, it's made of herbal and baby oil, with little perfume in it.. And he started to undress himself and sat next to me, I eyed his cock lying soft and content on his thigh... I run my hand over it, enjoying its feel, its stirs slightly, becoming a bit fuller and thicker at my touch... As I continue to play with his cock... I started to feel the harden beneath my hand...
As I played with his prick, he takes the bottle of oil and turn it upside down over my breasts... he squeeze the bottle, letting a small stream of hot oil run from the spout and onto one of my erect nipples... I inhaled deeply at the intensity of the heat on my bare nipple... he then moved the bottle to the other exposed nipple, leaving a trail of warm oil between them... after covering my breast and nipple with oil, he placed the bottle on the bed side, and start to massage and caress my warm, slippery breasts... his hands glide easily over my skin, he gently rubbed and squeezed my tits... He let my nipples slide between his oily fingers, pulling and tweaking them as he do... I pushed my aroused nipples into his hands.
He leaned down and let his tongue draw circles around my erect nipples... he started sucking and pulling my nipples, his tongue flickers lightly over them, sending sweet currents of arousal to my clit.. I moved my hips slowly as he sucked my nipples... seeing my hip movements, he said, ' I think your clit is getting jealous..." I nodded my head silently... As he sits back and took the bottle of warm oil from stand and again started dripping the stream onto my body... over my chest and tummy... and down to my neatly shaved mound. He massaged the slippery oil into my skin, letting his hands follow the path of the oil he left behind... My nipples harden once again as his fingers grow closer to my pussy...
Bachchu asked me to open my legs and asked me to show him, how wet I have become... I obeyed him and shown him, how wet iam... he then asked to hold my pussy open for him... I was wondering, what he is going to do with that... and once again obeyed, pulling my wet pussy lips open for him, let him to see how wet I am inside, he then took the bottle of oil and let the warm drops fall directly onto my aroused, exposed clit... the feel of my tingling clit being drenched in warm oil made me coo and sigh.
He started touching and fondling my swollen nub, rubbing it in circles... I moved my hips sensuously with each stroke of his slick fingertip on my quivering clit... I opened my legs wider, as I did... "Do you like how I touch your pussy, madam". he asked me... I nodded 'yes' closing my eyes tighter feeling shy... "Tell me..." he said... wanting to hear from my voice... I opened my eyes and smile at him and said, "play with my pussy boy... make my clit wet..." he smiled at me and begin to stroke my clit harder with his fingers... I moan loudly... and tlit my head back, closing my eyes... his fingers run over my clit, one by one, each one giving it a long stroke... he then took his index finger and slide it slowly inside my pussy... then two... then three oily fingers... I started to moan and asked him to do it faster and harder... then he did... in and out... faster and faster... screwing my wet slit with his fingers...
As I grow wilder and wilder, he pulled his fingers out of slit, and licked and sucked one of them, delighted by the taste of my wetness... he then puts his other cum soaked fingers in my lips, and I started licking my juices from them...
He then kneel beside you on the bed, lifting one leg up to straddle my body, his hips hovering over my tits... his cock, hard and thick, stands erect just inches from my face... He took the oil and poured drips of oil onto its swollen head... the oild drips down the sides of his shaft, his cock started glistening in the daylight...
"Mmmmmm, he moans... he started playing with his cock faster, his right hand going up and down in long, firm strokes... the sight of his cock, so thick and full of cum, being stroked up close just enough for me to have another wild orgasm... As he continued stroking himself, a few drops of precum appear on the head of his cock... "Do you want to taste me??"... he asked me... and I was waiting for that... I nodded yes... and I started my lick my lips around and made it wet... the act of me aroused him... he took hand and put it behind my head, lifted close to his cock... He stopped stroking himself and pressed his cock to my lips... I lashed my tongue out, lapping up the drops of warm precum, then I licked his head clean... around his long shaft... and I gave him a 4 or 5 quick sucks, wanting to taste more...
He was about to cum, he pulled away... I reached out once again with my tongue... and I laid my head back down on the pillow... He took his hand away from his cock, and put them on the side of my hips...
"Turn over... " He said... and pushed gently on my hips... I obliged and roll onto my stomach, knowing what he want to do to me... with my shoulders and face pressed against the bed, I then lift my hips high in the air, spreading my legs as I do, exposing me fully to you... he once again watched my wet pussy...He grabbed the bottle once again and let the stream of warm oil pour between my ass and pussy, the drops flowing my over pussy, I reached my slit and started to finger fuck my pussy... He then position himself behind me, placing his hands on my hips... he spread my buttocks apart, and run a finger in between, spreading the oil all over... he took his cock... and run his hard shaft between my cheeks, stroking me up and down.. keeping my cheeks spread, he pressed the swollen head of his cock onto my other opening... it puckers and tingles for him as the tip of his cock presses into it, I wiggle my ass against his cock, wanting me to push it in...
He pulled back, and said "No..." then he slide the head of his cock from my puckering hole to my wet pussy... I pulled my fingers from inside my slit and he press his cock inside my soft pussy lips... he leaned forward, and placed his hands on my shoulders, gently pinning them to the bed... and with one full stroke, he thrust his cock deep inside my quivering pussy from behind... I moan loudly as he did, and I closed my eyes tight... every long, thich stroke of his cock inside my tight slit made me moan louder and louder... I pushed my hips higher into the air and reached back with my hands and grab my thigh, spreading myself further for him, so that his cock slides in deeper... he reach around with one hand and find my throbbing clit... his fingers, wet and slippery from the oil, massages my clit back and forth, flicking over it, making it twitch... he rocks his hips back and forth, fucking and riding his cock as his fingers plays with my clit...
His cock, feeling so good inside my tight pussy, begins to swell with cum... he started stroking faster and harder... his fingers slide and played with my aching clit, wanting to make it quiver and cum... I raised my shoulders off the bed and rested on my elbows... he reached up and grab my shoulders and pulled himself even deeper inside my pussy... he asked me to look back over my shoulders at him, so that i can watch he cum... I oblige, and turned my head back towards him... our eyes met and we focus on each others faces as our orgasms grow closer and more intense... the expressions on his face tells me, he wanted to cum... seeing that... I started moving faster and each thrust of cock made my hair sway over my face...
As he about to cum, he urged me to cum with him, to cum all over his cock... and with his fingers tweaking and ticking my wet clit, and his cock buried deep inside my pussy from behind, I started to cum on him... My juices drip all over him, and I felt the walls of my pussy tighten as I did, squeezing his cock, pulling it in further... No longer able to hold himself back, he pushed himself as far inside as he can, and let his cock explode inside... he watch my pussy cum on his cock, loving the sight of his beautiful face in pure ecstasy... I looked back over my shoulders at him... wanting to watch as he pump load after load of warm, creamy cum inside my dripping pussy..
As we finished, I fall forward, collapsing onto my bed... he laid gently on top of my back, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy... he leaned in and kissed me on the neck and cheek... I smiled back warmly as I do, his eyes closed and content...
Then, it was a wait for another day and night.
Third day: We did it again. Luckily, Aparna-di didn't spoil my morning.
So, we had a much longer massage (and fucking) session. Raja was supposed to return by the evening flight. How am I going to face him after all that had happened? Am I going to tell him everything? How do I start? I was getting more and more tense as the time of his arrival approached. I was waiting alone in the balcony, as his office car parked in front of our building.
Nandita had been successful in hiding the love bites she had received during her fuck-session with Bachchu. Her husband Raja was inwardly glad that Nandita had not wanted sex for a couple of days. He was totally ignorant of the ravaging his wife had received at the hands of his servant Bachchu. However, Nandita noticed the difference in the behavior of her brother-in-law and her maid towards her. Her brother-in-law had become bolder and at the slightest pretext would brush his hands against her bum, breasts, and arms. Nandita felt insecure in his company now, and tried to avoid him as much as she could. The maid had started demanding favors of Nandita, it had begun with small things like use of her lipstick, perfume, some money for a movie on her day off, but Nandita was aware that she could demand bigger things and then what should she do. He had no protection on, and she was scared that he may have impregnated her, after, all the semen Bachchu had pumped inside her. The thought of their wild fuck session would send Nandita' s juices flowing. Nandita had loved the taste of cock, the act of sucking a prick, licking and feeling a man's balls greatly excited her. She had tasted two magnificent pricks, Raja's and Bachchu.
Nandita felt very guilty of her sexual tryst with Bachchu. She did not blame him, he had only taken advantage of her sexual weakness, and she had been a willing and wanting partner. She felt fully satisfied with the fucking she had received but had resolved to never repeat such a dangerous game again. The every thought of the dangerous game sent her shivers in her spine, she finally decided to settle huge cash to bachchu and send him away. But bachchu was very reluctant to quit his job. Finally nandita made arrangements and offered him a job at her father's place, she also promised him, that they can continue their fantasy, whenever she visit her father place. Nandita was very happy, in making the arrangements, her mood had lightened considerably and the feeling of frustration gone. She took extra care in looking after her husband. She appointed a new cook in place of bachchu. She thought of repeating such a fuck-session, but with her husband. Her husband Raja was shy in these matters, however Nandita resolved to enhance their sex life by helping him to be more adventurous.
She started questioning Raja a lot to tell her all his past sexual escapades with his girlfriends. Raja had had no girlfriends and seemed reluctant to talk. On cajoling him, Nandita found out that he had been to whores before marriage and other than that, had no sexual experience. She also found out that he had thoroughly enjoyed fucking whores. Nandita asked him if he could fuck her while fantasising about her as a whore and not his wife. He said he could not. Nandita replied leave it to me. She cajoled him to accept this idea. It will be fun, I promise, she said. That evening when Raja returned home in the evening, he found Nandita in the bedroom looking like a whore. She had dressed in the thin-strap short dress of bra or panties. She had overdone her make-up and put on a bright red lipstick. She wore 6 inch stilettos and had sprayed perfume all over her body. She spoke to him while saying, "Cost you 1 grand for a blowjob, 5 if you want to put it in, 10 if you want to stick it in my arse and 20 if you want to me to stay all night". Raja was flabbergasted and speechless.
Nandita went on "I haven't got all day, what's your answer, I can take my business elsewhere". Raja was still speechless. On hearing such talk from his prim-n-proper wife, Raja got very horny. He immediately grabbed her to kiss her. "Give me the rupees, nothing is for free", saying this Nandita got free of him. "Nandita please I want to fuck you now" said Raja. But Nandita would not relent. Seeing her stubbornness, Raja opened his cupboard, took out 20 grand and slapped Nandita' s face. Nandita started unzipping his pants and soon freed his semi-erect prick. Before Raja could realize, Nandita had taken his prick in her mouth and was busy sucking it, at the same time she was feeling and massaging his balls. Seeing his pretty wife with a cock in her mouth, Raja got very excited and could not control himself.
He ejaculated in her mouth and soon went limp. Nandita had only just begun, seeing her husband's shriveled cock she was disappointed at him coming so soon again.
She resorted to removing his clothes and nibbling, kissing and biting him all over. This went on for some time, Raja then pushed her aside and went for a shower. Coming out he had changed into a kurta n pajama and wanted dinner. Nandita called the maid and asked her to bring their food in the room today. The maid seeing Nandita in that short dress again smiled knowingly at her. That night for the first time since returning from their honeymoon, Raja and Nandita had dinner by themselves in their bedroom. Nandita was feeling very horny, her cunt juices were flowing, her nipples prominently swollen. The idea of wearing this dress was making her feel sexy. Raja noticed the change in his wife. While he ate he reflected on this. He asked her if she felt dirty sucking his cock. On the contrary said Nandita, I loved it. Raja thought, how such a pretty and neat person could resort to sucking his prick. Had she done it before? This thought kept playing on his mind.
He outright asked her if she had experienced this before marriage.
Nandita blushed and promptly lied by replying "You think I was sucking cocks before I met you, you bastard". Raja, satisfied with her answer, did not probe any further. After dinner, they watched TV for some time and then got into bed at each other again. Nandita played with his balls and prick, while Raja was hungrily at her breasts.
Nandita started sucking his prick again, but try as long as she did, it would not get fully erect again. Finally she gave up and they both slept the night away. Raja slept soundly, while Nandita tossed and turned in frustration. She had received no satisfaction. The fact of the matter being that since their honeymoon, she had not reached an orgasm with Raja. He came too quickly and then could not get it up again.
As the days passed, Nandita resorted to masturbation in the mornings to relieve her sexual frustration. But as further days passed, this too did not help especially having experienced such a thrilling and fulfilling sexual activity with Bachchu. She yearned for it again, but bachchu was away. It was at this juncture, when Nandita was most vulnerable that she got exploited again into something she would otherwise have never indulged in.
Nandita became very edgy and irritable. The maid noticed this and being a woman herself knew that Nandita was in need of a good fuck.
One day in the morning after Raja had left, the maid came into her room and asked Nandita if she needed a body massage before having her bath. She added that her previous memsaab used to get massaged often by her before bathing. On hearing this Nandita agreed to give it a try. The maid who was named Meena asked her to lie face down on the bed and she would heat some oil and get the towels. On returning, Meena saw Nandita lying face down with her nightgown and night on.
She told Nandita to remove them as the oil would spoil them, and she would too. Nandita had no undergarments on and went to the bathroom and changed into a bra and panty only. Nandita had indulged in fantasizes about the maid Meena while masturbating at times and she felt excited at the thought of being massaged by her.
On returning to the bedroom, she found that Meena too had stripped down to her bra and panty. She saw Meena had pretty lace bras and panties on and Nandita realized they were imported. In her mind she thought that these were definitely stolen from her previous job. Meena was a small breasted, dark-skinned petite girl. Meena too eyed Nandita in her undergarments, especially her heavy breasts that threatened to spill out of her bra. On seeing Meena stare at her, Nandita blushed and lay down on her stomach in bed. Meena began on applying oil to Nandita's shoulders and massaging them. She complimented Nandita on her flawless fair skin. She then unstrapped Nandita's bra from behind and started working on her back. Nandita felt real good at this woman's touch and both of them chatted on, with Meena saying that none of her earlier memsaabs had such a lovely skin and figure.
When her hands at last rested on my eager breasts and was pressing my hard erect nipples, I moaned loudly, expressing my passion, as she built up her strengths more and more. She started squeezing my breasts, moving both her palms all over them to make them slippery with oil. When she finished massaging my top half, I was so deeply engrossed in pleasure that it was difficult for me to leave it at that stage. I wanted more of it. Yes, in the lower part of my body. Yes, I wanted it, rather I was dying for it. And, I had to say at last, "Meena, it's wonderful. Now, I turned to her. My breasts were exposed. She was too excited and speechless. I was ready to gift my body to her. I looked at her panty. It was soaked with her cunt juice. The bedroom was filled by fragrance of sweet odour. She asked me to lie down on my stomach. My petticoat was the only garment that covered the lower part of my body and I didn't wear any panties, while I am at home. After I lay down on my stomach, Meena had to start her next part of the job.
She finally asked me to remove my petticoat, the last piece of cloth I had on my body, My sexual tensions were at its peak, but still I hesitated for a moment to directly answer. Certainly, she was not courageous enough to remove my last piece of garment without my verbal consent. I was silent. My cunt was quivering and I felt that all my juices would now burst out of it. I desparately wanted my petticoat out of my body. Still I was silent. Her fingers reached the knot of the petticoat string. I helped her to unfasten it and the rest was done by her. She pulled my petticoat down and down further, below my buttocks, thighs, legs and toes. She took out the ornament from my legs. I was completely naked, there wasn't even a piece of thread attached to my body, it was the body that God had gifted to me, with nothing more added to it.
Her hands reached my ass cheeks.I am quite fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of her fingers could penetrate quite deep into my flesh, all the way upto my bones. She was using both his hands, in a rhythmic way. OH! It made me feel so... good!! As she pressed my buttocks, I could feel more and more pressures on my bare cunt, which was clearly spoiling the bedsheet underneath. Unknowingly, my fingers went there to touch my clitoris.
With both of them feeling horny the talk soon turned towards sex.
Meena ventured with saying that the new cook they had recently employed was a harami. By now Meena was working on Nandita's thighs and could sense her memsaab getting horny, by her sighs and little moans as her thumbs brushed her cuntlips while stroking her inner thighs. Meena could see that Nandita's panties were getting soaked. " Harami! What do you mean by that" asked Nandita. Meena asked her to turn around, which Nandita readily did not realizing that her bra was off. Meena saw Nandita's heavy breasts with her nipples swollen now. She answered in a husky voice as she too was getting turned on. "He looks very small, but he has got huge one, very thick and round" Meena had engrossed Nandita in her talk and was now freely applying oils and massaging her breasts and nipples. Nandita was truly turned on by now and was more vocal in her sighing and moaning.
On hearing this Nandita immediately remembered that Bachchu and Raju's massive prick. Meena now clasped Nandita's panties and started pulling them off. Nandita raised her buttocks so as to help Meena in taking them off. Meena saw that Nandita's panties were thoroughly soaked and that her cunt-lips were engorged. She saw the lust in Nandita's eyes and could not control herself. She got down to taste Nandita's juices. On feeling Meena's lips and tongue fingering her cunt Nandita could no longer hold back she let out a wail as she came to a shuddering orgasm. Now Meena quickly removed her own undergarments and came over Nandita, grinding her cunt on Nandita's mouth. Nandita started sucking her cunt juices and flicking her clitoris with the rapid movements of her tongue. Meanwhile Meena had pushed her tongue deep into Nandita's cunt and was tongue fucking her. Both the women soon came to another climax.
Nandita wanted to know more about the new chottu cook. Meena said she would talk about it only if Nandita allowed her to have a bath together in the warm tub. Nandita agreed and soon both the women were in the tub lathering each others naked bodies. Meena couldn't get enough of Nandita's breasts and continued playing with them while narrating her experience with the chottu boy. She told Nandita that one night she had gone to his quarters to give him his bedding, since he had just joined that day. She saw him masturbating and was transfixed at the sight of his prick. While fingering Nandita's clitoris under the water, she mentioned how wet she had got seeing him masturbating. Nandita was moaning with desire imagining the prick.
The chottu saw Meena and roughly caught hold of her. She then went on to narrate the screwing she received at the mercy of his prick. Nandita had another orgasm on hearing the tale. On hearing this talk Nandita could feel herself getting wetter n wetter, Meenas fingering and biting of her breasts were carrying on while narrating. She came to a shattering orgasm.
Nandita had enjoyed her maid and vica versa. For once she did not feel guilty. She however felt a pang of jealousy, considering that the maid was regularly getting fucked by the chottu , while she being a memsaab had no sexual fulfilment.
Nandita had enjoyed her sexual antics with her maid Meena. However, she was disturbed at the thought of the Chottu boy Mohan wanting to fuck her. This would get too dangerous, she thought. Her brother-inlaw , who was always trying to be near her might suspect something.
She resolved to fire the new Chottu cook Mohan before anything untoward happened. The maid meena was harmless, Nandita could handle her. After all she wanted was, a few cosmetics, and she was a real good cunt- licker.
Unknown to Nandita, the maid had narrated her whole fuck-session with Nandita to new cook Mohan. She had told him how memsaabs panties had got soaked at her mentioning the size of his prick. She further told him how Nandita had orgasms when she told her that be careful, Mohan is going to fuck you. This excited Mohan and that night he fucked the maid all night thinking of his memsaab. He was thinking of her fair skin, big breasts and above all the huge gaand. Being a poor fellow, his initiation into sex had been thru buggery and fucking a woman's ass, that too a rich bitch gave him a feeling of complete control and power, albeit momentarily. He was aching to have his way with the memsaab.
Also unknown to Nandita, were her brother-in-laws plans to fuck her.
He felt cheated that she get fucked by somebody else and come home.
If his son could not fulfil her want, surely he should have the opportunity he thought. That way it would remain in the family. His sexual drive had been awakened seeing this sexy thing roam around the house spreading sexual tension all over. He had resorted to fuck a few prostitutes to relieve his tension but was dying to fuck Nandita. He had a friend who ran a hotel near the New Delhi Railway Station, and had used the rooms to fuck prostitutes. His friend too had joined on such occasions. The brother-in-law was planning in his mind how to take Nandita there, where he could fuck her without any problems.
Raja, her husband was oblivious to the goings on in the house. He continued to fuck his wife occasionally. He did not realize the sexual frustration in his wife. The sex act to him was to come inside her, that's it. He had no experience. Nandita however knew the difference. Having experienced a thorough fuck-session with Bachchu and Meena.
She knew what pleasure a man could give to a woman and also woman to a woman. Her cunt ached to get fucked thoroughly by a man. The few thrusts that her husband's small weak prick gave her occasionally were just not satisfying anymore. Yes small and weak prick, since having seen Bachchu's she could now compare.
That morning, after Raja had gone to office, Nandita was feeling very horny and needed Meena to relieve her sexual tension. On calling the maid to the room and asking her to strip, Nandita saw love bites all over her. Meena told her how Mohan had ravaged her body all night and that her cunt was sore. Nandita, on hearing this felt her cunt juices flowing and soaking her panties. She asked Meena to narrate in detail how Mohan had ravished her. Both Nandita and Meena could not control their passion as the story unfolded and were soon in throes of orgasm, licking, biting, nibbling and sucking each other. Although Nandita had enjoyed Meena's narration, she was scared of the Chootu Mohan. She wanted to find some excuse to fire him from the job. She slowly resorted to criticizing the food on the table in front of her husband and in-laws.
Before Nandita could innocently fire the Chootu boy, she fell ill. She had developed viral fever. For the first two days her body temperature rose up to 104 F and her husband stayed at home nursing her. On the third day when it came down to aro 100F he left her at home and went to work. Her brother-in-law got the opportunity to be near her. The whole day he would constantly fuss around her and at the slightest pretext touch her head, face, arm shoulders to soothe her. He would see her in her nighty and get glimpses of her armpit, breasts and her creamy thighs. Nandita was aware of his infatuati on with her, but was helpless to avoid him. She let him take care of her giving him glimpses of her body. Raja, her husband on the other hand stayed away from her in the night also. Thus two days of receiving amorous attention from her brother-in-law had got Nandita pretty horny as she started feeling better. She could see the bulge in her brother-in-laws trousers whenever he was near her and pretty much let him accidentally brush against her arm etc. her brother-in-law could see his sister-in-law looking with glazed eyes at his prick and saw no resistance from her at his touching. The time is ripe he thought, let me strike now. The next day being Sunday, Raja would be home, the maid would have the day off, and if he could get Raja out of the way he was sure he would be able to fuck Nandita to his hearts content. He could feel she was randy and receptive.
That evening he told Raja that he needed for him to go and meet a particular customer in Sonepat. He had already taken an appointment for him. Raja readily agreed without seeing anything amiss. Sonepat was about 2 hours drive from Delhi and considering the time of the meeting, Raja would be way for the whole day. Nandita's brother-inlaw was salivating at the thought of fucking her the whole day. Boy would teach this chikni chokri a thing or two about sex. Whole day of fucking her, he could'nt believe his luck. Nandita was oblivious of his plans, and the next morning Raja left for Sonepat. As soon as Raja left, her brother-in-law entered her room to look after her. Before he could even proceed to seduce his sister-in-law, he received a phone call from his friends house stating that his friends wife had expired in the night and the funeral was now in the morning. He felt extremely disheartened as he would have to go, but consoled himself that he would be back by the afternoon and could still get to fuck Nandita for a couple of hours. He told her to rest and hurried off.
Mohan the Chootu boy saw this opportunity and could not resist himself. He entered Nandita' s bedroom and asked her what to cook for lunch and if she needed anything now. He saw Nandita in her nighty without the nightgown on. He saw her fair skin, her creamy thighs, her fair slender arms and the upper part of her milky and heavy breasts.
Nandita saw the lust in his eyes and felt scared at the same time horny. This Chootu possessed a huge prick, she had been told by her maid, and inadvertently her gaze shifted to his crotch. Mohan was wearing shorts and seeing Nandita look at his crotch he grew bolder and stepped closer towards her scratching his prick. "How are you doing memsaab" he asked her, "anything you need". Nandita jerked her head to see him close to her rubbing his prick. "I don't need anything, please go away", Nandita collected herself and said Nandita could feel her face getting flushed.
Seeing this, Mohan grew bolder and came right up to her bed. He protruded his pelvis closer to her face while ostensibly touching her forehead. "Memsaab you are looking so tired", said he keeping his hand still on her forehead. Nandita thought the nerve of this Chootu trying to act smart and touching her forehead. "Get me the breakfast fast" she said trying to summon authority in her voice. Mohan smiled at her and said "Don't you want my aching prick", saying this he opened his shorts and brought out his fully erect prick, "Madam, you will like this breakfast" he said stroking his proud member. Nandita let out a gasp at seeing his prick. It was really a huge and shaped like a harpoon, having no foreskin. This was the first time she had seen a circumcised prick. Nandita was speechless at seeing this awesome weapon and only a gurgling sound was coming from her throat. Mohan knew that women became astonished at seeing the sheer size of his prick. He had shifted his hands from her forehead and was now cupping her face while showing his prick in all its glory. Nandita felt frightened and at the same time could feel her cunt juices begin to flow. She said in a low voice coming out in gasps, "Leave me alone, and please go away". Mohan smiled at her predicament and while massaging her cheeks said "I will leave you, but don't you want to taste my prick". Mohan was well aware of the effect his prick had on women.
He knew that most women were scared of him seeing his prick, he had the patience to cajole them into submission and enjoyment. On cajoling Nandita again, she replied in a trembling voice, "I am sure, I don't want it, go away". She can't control her feeling for this monster cock, she just can't take her eyes of the monster. Mohan smiled again and said "Are you sure memsaab". Nandita then brought her hand and held his throbbing prick. Her hand was so small and she could hardly hold his prick properly. Mohan now asked her to open her mouth. Nandita was transfixed at holding this amazing cock and did not hear him. "How do you feel now memsaab", Mohan asked her.
"Don't you feel the monster" said Mohan. On getting no response from this frozen woman, Mohan took hold of his prick and rubbed her cheeks with it. Nandita opened her lips and Mohan put his prick into her mouth. When he saw her eagerly sucking his prick, Mohan knew that she wanted to get fucked by him. He grabbed her by her neck and pushed his cock further in. "How do you feel now, memsaab" Mohan asked.
Nandita was busy sucking him and only gurgled in response. He knew that she was loving it when her hands started massaging his balls. He withdrew his prick and asked her to lick his balls, which she immediately started doing. Mohan now wanted to see her fully naked and told her "Please remove your clothes". Nandita obliged by quickly removing her nighty and was now only in her lace panties. Seeing her milky globes getting free, Mohan immediately latched onto them and sucked and bit vigorously. Nandita screamed in pain as Mohan was too rough kneading and biting her breasts. He then proceeded to rip her soaked panties. Roughly pushing her legs apart he sank his mighty prick into her with a strong push. Nandita wailed at the assault AAAAAHHHHHHH OOOIIII MAAAAA MMEEIN PHAAT RAAHI HUN OII MAA. Mohan was amazed at the tightness of her cunt. Her wailing excited him and he started ramming his cock in and out of her cunt.
He was now into a fast tempo, sinking his prick fully in and taking it almost out. Nandita had never experienced such rapid and thorough fucking before. She lifted her buttocks to meet his strokes when he thrust into her. She was in throes of orgasm after orgasm and continuously wailing, " Aahh OOOHnn UGGHH UUNHGG AARRRGG OOHhh UUNNUUHRGG OOHHHH". His balls were slapping her ass with each stroke. PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH Mohan went on and on. When he was about to explode, he did not withdraw, and instead put his full weight on her and ejaculated deep inside her.
Nandita felt as if his semen would come out of her mouth. He then withdrew his limp prick and immediately put it in her mouth to suck it. Nandita tasted his semen mixed with her juices and started sucking him. She was amazed at the size of his limp prick, much bigger than her husband's erect penis. Mohan became erect again and flipped Nandita over. He made her lie on her knees and placed his prick into her now gaping cunt. He proceeded to fuck her from behind, slapping her big buttocks as he went on and on. Nandita had never been penetrated doggy style and loved it. The slapping of her buttocks along with being rammed in n out got her another series of orgasms and her knees turned to jelly and she collapsed on the bed. Her thighs and legs were quivering. Mohan made her stand up but she could not do so without his support. Nandita was like putty in this short Chootu boys hands or rather his prick. Having come so many times Nandita felt very weak.
Her body was covered with sweat, both hers and Mohan's. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and her knees were weak and shaking.
She had received love bites all over her breasts and cheeks, her buttocks were red from Mohan's spankings. But Mohan had only just begun. He lifted her and made her sit on Raja's desk, clearing all the paper with one swipe of his hand. He then proceeded to lift her legs over his shoulders and positioned his prick at her gaping cunt hole.
With a grunt he pushed his prick deep inside with a hard thrust. "AARGHH, UUUHHGGH, AARRGGHH, UNNGGRRHH" wailed Nandita as he began furiously to pump her with his cock. He had penetrated deep inside her in this position and was banging away. Her already red buttocks were further getting sore with the friction of the table beneath them. When he was about to come, he withdrew his prick from her cunt and pulled her face down to ejaculate all over her hair, breasts and her pretty face. Nandita could not hold her balance on the table and was about to fall down, when Mohan supported her and made her lie down on the marble floor. Just then the phone started ringing, Mohan picked it up to answer. It was Raja's phone and he asked for Nandita. But Nandita was in no state to be able to get up and walk to the phone. Seeing this Mohan dragged her on the floor itself to the phone and gave her the receiver. He then sat down on the floor facing her and played with her breasts as she talked.
Raja asked her how she was feeling and Nandita could only manage a few grunts and whimpers. Seeing this rich sexy bitch looking so thoroughly fucked, Mohan felt his prick getting erect again. He lifted Nandita by her waist and buttocks while she was on phone with her husband and made her sit on his prick. Nandita started gurgling as his massive cock stretched and filled her cunt walls again. Raja on the other end thought she was feeling unwell and about to throw up. Nandita was scared that Raja might suspect something, so she tried to talk normally, but could not control her whimpering at times as Mohan was lifting her by her buttocks and slowly fucking her. Mohan was feeling excited seeing her talk to her husband on the phone while being fucked by him. He thought this rich bitch is trying to act normally, and thus increased his tempo driving his prick fully in.
Nandita was now being bobbed up and down fast by this little Chootu boy and started wailing, feeling another orgasm approaching. She still held the phone, all Raja could hear now was "UURRNGH AARRGGHN RAJAAAA OOOUUIIII MAAAA". He kept calling her name, "Nandita, Nandita, what's wrong tell me". Nandita continued wailing as she orgasmed still holding on to the receiver. Afterwards Nandita had the presence of mind to sound normally and tell Raja that she had just thrown up. She was not feeling well come home soon, she said and closed the phone. Seeing her Mohan replied "you act smart lady".
Nandita replied "PLLLEASSSEEEE leave me alone, it's enough, you are hurting me". Mohan laughed at her lying on the ground and pleading with him. Hearing this he picked Nandita up from the floor and made her stand. Nandita was too weak to be able to stand by herself and fell on Mohan for support. Mohan was shorter than her but much stronger, he supported her weight and lay her down on the bed on her stomach. He made her kneel on the bed with her arse jutting out.
Holding her arse cheeks apart he tried to push his prick into her asshole. "AAAARRHHH AAAN AARRNNNNN AARRRNN", cried out Nandita, as his prickhead penetrated her ass.. Mohan was too excited at her wailing to stop now. He pounded and buggered her virgin asshole. Nandita had tears rolling down her face as she was repeatedly assaulted by this Chootu boy. Mohan soon ejaculated inside her and withdrew his limp prick out. He left her room, as she was deliriously sobbing on the bed.
When he returned to his quarters, realization of what he had done dawned on him. He quickly packed his belongings and fled the house.
Meanwhile, the time was around 1.30pm and Nandita's brother-in law (BIL) arrived back from the funeral. All through the day his thoughts had been on fucking his sister-in-law. He quickly reached her room so as not to waste any further time. On reaching her room he was aghast at what he saw. Nandita was lying naked on her bed, sobbing softly, with bruise marks and semen stains all over her. She was bleeding from her arse. She saw him and started crying loudly.
He hugged her naked body and asked her who had done this to her. She told him that Mohan had raped her. This girl whom he was dying to fuck and been having it out with the Chootu. He thought, first with somebody else, now the Chootu and god knows who else. He quickly ran to the servant's quarter to find him. Seeing that he had fled he returned back to Nandita. He sized up the situation when Nandita pleaded with him not to tell Raja or anybody else. He agreed and helped her bathe in hot water and dress up. Next he himself cleaned up the room so as not to leave any evidence of the fucking she had received.
My Bil's name is Balan and he is about 30 yr. of age. He has medium built and wears specs. But the specks suit him and he looks smarter. He is very jolly and laughs a lot. I could say that his sex life was still active with his wife, though I have never seen them in actual sexual act. But his behavior told me this. I have seen him without a banian many times and I observed lots of hair on his back. I have read somewhere that men who had hair on the back were sexually very active and I loved this.
I decided to seduce him somehow or the other and so I started showing him my assets making it to be accidental. I have shoulder length straight hair and like to leave it free when I am in the house. I wear Sari / salwar kameej even in the house. To show off my body to my BIL, I wore the sari below the naval, exposing my fleshy belly and stomach to him. I take the pallu on my left shoulder so that he could see the form of my 36" breasts. I had to be very careful from other members of my family, specially my MIL. Routinely, my husband leaves the house daily at about 10 am and my MIL by 1030 for her school (she was a teacher). That gave me ample time to be alone with my Fil. As soon as these members left the house, I would adjust my saree and take it down below my naval. I purposely did not cover the front portion of my belly and stomach because I wanted my BIL to look at this asset of mine. Many a times he started at my exposed stomach as I did some household chores but moved his eyes away fast. He must be feeling some guilt too! Then I started to give him glimpses of the curves of my breasts by bending down in front of him and letting my pallo fall from my shoulders. Ohhh that would fix him!
He would stare at my breasts and then look deep down to see if he could see more! This way I derived lot of pleasure and I used to get very wet down there and had to masturbate just thinking of him. I had to do something more! I had to get him into my bed and fuck him!
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