Misc. Erotica From the diaries of Mastram

[Sitman]

One Noon, Baga, Omprakash, Chunni and Aatmaram, conversing with one another, sitting under the shadow of a Peepal tree in the garden.
Baga-“Abe Shalo,Sab ke sab apna Lund khada kar ke baithe ho”
Ha ha ha
Chunni-“Tumhari Gaand kahe jal rahi hai be”
Omprakash –“Gaand to jalegi hi na, he is not getting any chance to milk her”
Ha ha ha
Baga-“Shalo, Tum log to memsaab ki Gaand me hi ghuse rehte ho aur Main paaglon ki tarah Bazaar ki tang galiyon ki khaak chhanta firta hoon”
Omprakash –“Sirf Gaand me nhi ghuse rehte, memsaab ke Mammo par latke bhi rehte hain”
Ha Ha Ha
Aatmaram –“How shameless are you, talking nonsense about her”
Baga-“Kyun be, Is she your Mausi or what”
Aatmaram –“To me, she is like a Mausi,if not real one”
Baga-“How”
Aatmaram –“Don’t you see,how friendly and caring she is with me”
Chunni-“That’s right, she never treat us like a servant. She always ask me about the well being of my wife and how my son is studying, You tell me who cares so much for the family of a servant. She is very generous”
Omprakash –“And her voice is so sweet, just record it in a tape and hear it for the whole night”
Chunni-“And how jocose and playful she is! It’s not like that she is our Memsaab, she is just an another person who doesn’t care about the ‘class’ issue”
Aatmaram –“Like a real Mausi, She always tell me the good things like how to wash your hands, how to bath, how to keep your body and your clothes and surroundings neat and clean and how to take medicines bla bla”
Baga-“Aatmaram, you are a lucky lad by the way “
Aatmaram –“How”
Baga-“Because you are free to enter her bedroom too”
Aatmaram –“ No, not like that. I can’t even enter her living room if she doesn’t permit”
Omprakash –“Abe Chutiyon, Bedroom, Bathroom and Living room are too personal for her. Har koi apna munh utha ke ghush thodi na sakta hai,kya pata Memsaab apni Chaddhi utar Rahi ho”
Ha Ha Ha
Baga-“Aatmaram, when Memsaab work out in the morning, you fly around her like a Makkhi. Don’t you ogle at her ‘Chutad’ in tight fitting attire. Ye Mote Mote Mamme and Ye Moti Taazi Gaand dekh kar to kisi buddhe ka bhi Lund khada ho jaye”
Ha Ha Ha
Aatmaram –“ I can’t hear this nonsense anymore for my Memsaab, I am leaving”
Aatmaram got up and left 
Omprakash –“ I know him better, he wants to lick her pussy all by himself”
Ha Ha Ha